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Demonic beings run rampant, and cultivators revere the bizarre as the Heavenly Dao. For an ordinary mortal to embark on the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their eyes, sever their limbs, and cut off their spiritual roots… Ren Qing, who transmigrated into this world, discovers that he can bypass the gruesome costs of cultivation thanks to a Divine Ability. [Blindless Method]: By devouring eyes, he cultivates to the peak, growing one hundred and six celestial eyes all over his body. [Poison Bone Art]: Soak one's skeleton in poisonous water for thirty-six days, then reimplant it into the body. At full mastery, no life can grow for a hundred li around him. [Book of the Dead]: Seal the Lao Gong, Yong Quan, Shen Men, and Yin Tang acupoints with iron nails and bury oneself underground for three years. Upon completion, one becomes ageless, undying, and indestructible. Alternative Titles: Weird Way of Immortality: I Can Avoid the Price TL note: This is a TL.

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life. Easy. Or so he thought. The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set. [Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.] Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Diving into dungeons, slaying monsters, and… filming porn? When the mana apocalypse struck, 15% of humanity awakened supernatural abilities, becoming the world’s new superstars: conquering dungeons, leveling up, and raking in fame and fortune. Kaiden wasn’t one of them. Stuck among the powerless 85%, he was just another broke college student, until a banana peel sent him tumbling into a very unconventional system. Now, his path to power isn’t through leveling up alone, but through fame as well. To thrive in this new world, he’ll have to master more than just dungeon clears and combat... Kaiden must conquer the world of adult content to rise to the apex. Blending action, romance, and slice-of-life, this novel aims to deliver an unforgettable adventure! ... There's a pinned review with many details on what you can expect from the story, but I'm going to answer here the one pressing question I imagine most of you will have: Will the MC allow other men to see his harem members in action? Initially, yes. But (SPOILER WARNING) he and his girls will come to a decision together in chapters 198-199, which is to appeal only to the female viewers because they need to increase the 'fangirl' stat to in turn increase the system's rank. From that point on, no males will be able to view their content. As for the old content that's already out there, the system has a special quest for them, and if they nail it, that older material will be completely wiped from people's computers. It will cease existing altogether. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

The era of Universal Lordship has come to this world, bringing many opportunities and challenges for humans. At the age of eighteen, each person can acquire territory and participate in the Lord's continent, which will determine whether they can move into a vast world or die in mediocrity. Thousands of years after the start of this era Neo looked up at the sky waiting for his opportunity, the opportunity to change his life and move toward a grander goal. All lords choose an easy route and select a race that already exists but he wished to go against the current, so even if it was looked down upon he created his own race bravely and swore to fight tooth and nail for success. This is the story of his journey as he walks step by step toward a grander future.

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. ＊ Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. ＊ Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

“Let’s change the job’s contract.” “Sorry?” “Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.” Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much, the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision. Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos. Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with. She shows up expecting a job. What she gets is a marriage contract. To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out. To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes? Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive. But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear: Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

Shivam was just a normal guy. A government employee finally living a stable life after surviving an orphan’s hell and fighting tooth and nail through every damn obstacle life threw his way. He love anime, web novels, and his one true obsession light novels. His favorite? Transmigrated as a Third-Rate Villain. The plot? Fire. The fights? Insane. The worldbuilding? God-tier. And the characters? Untouchable—especially Marcus Ardent and Daelen Vorcrest, the last heroes of mankind. But then came the final chapter. Marcus dead. Daelen gone. The entire continent, erased with a single, lazy keystroke. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” “What kind of brain-dead garbage ending is this?! You killed everyone for shock value! You threw away the best characters like trash!” Shivam didn’t just hate-comment the author. He cursed them. Then went to sleep. And woke up as Ezra Celestrian. The most forgettable side character in the novel. A man who was supposed to be dead. Only… something’s wrong. Ezra isn’t weak. He never was. He was the strongest human side character in the novel—so talented, the author killed him early to keep the power scaling in check. But now Shivam is him. And the story is no longer in the author’s hands. “Why the hell do I keep talking like a noble?” “What the fuck is this ‘Divine Enemy’ trait!?” The world believes Ezra is dead. But Shivam’s done playing along. “You dragged me into your broken story. You killed my favorite characters. You erased everything I loved for a cheap twist.” “Fine. I’ll fix your mess. I’ll rewrite your story.” “And when I find you, ‘Author’—I swear to god, I’m gonna shove that ending down your throat.” —————— Now available: +5 Chapter Bundle for just 500 Coins! Support this poor author and get ahead of the story! Ezra won’t wait—and neither will the plot twists..

Sabrina Baelleigh never expected her life to turn out this way. After the tragic murder of her parents, she became the sole protector of her younger sister, fighting tooth and nail to survive. Managing a small, struggling restaurant, Sabrina found herself drowning in debt, hoping for a miracle. But then came Thaddeus Gillcrest, a billionaire who promised a way out—through a contract marriage that could solve all her problems. But nothing went as planned. Despite their agreement, Sabrina found herself falling for him, and for a fleeting moment, happiness seemed within reach. That was until Cynthia Rodgers slid her way between them, causing betrayal, misunderstandings, and ultimately, a divorce. Sabrina’s life seemed shattered, but fate had other plans. One fateful night led to another secret: a baby. Now, with her life in turmoil, Sabrina must go through the rocky road from heartbreak to stardom, while the truth about the past threatens to unravel everything. Can Sabrina rise from the ashes, or will the betrayals of love and ambition destroy her for good?

“A surprise?” The Prince scoffed. “And if I had died out there? You would have let me die as a prince who never knew his daughter existed.” Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m grateful you didn’t. So, my surprise still worked. And more than that, I suppose I got a surprise too… about your new arranged marriage, Your Grace.” Her nails pressed into her palms through the crumpled fabric of the handkerchief. She wouldn’t let herself crumble. Not now. Not after everything. She vowed to hold her composure—as the lady of the castle, the Marchioness of Ravenswood. === Duty over Desire. That was the mindset Elara Damaryon had set for herself when she accepted the marriage offer from the Prince, who didn’t believe in love and lived in the shadows of Valloria Kingdom. Coming from a disgraced baron’s family, Elara dedicated herself to becoming a worthy wife and the respected lady of Ravenswood Castle for the past four years. She worked tirelessly to remain devoted to the Prince, even though they had shared only one passionate night before he left for a war that would last four long years. After the long, gruelling battle, the Prince’s return as a hero turned into agony for Elara when he was bound by Royal Decree to enter an alliance marriage with a warrior princess. But... The Prince saw his wife, whom he married out of necessity, whom he once knew as a shy woman who never dared to defy him, had now become a strong woman who consumed his thoughts at every moment. For Elara, what she once saw as duty has become an undeniable desire when the Prince shows the affection she never knew he could have. In a kingdom where fate is whispered through ancient spells and the Moon Goddess watches in silence, Elara feels threatened when she receives a divine message about her daughter's safety. She must protect her legacy—not just as a mother, but as a woman who’s discovering more about her secret power and the salvation her love will bring. === This Novel is a Character-Driven Story with Slowburn Romance It has complex characters dynamic [WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+] Please give this story a chance (^,^) WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry

Good news to all you can read the advanced chapters of my novel for only 2$/ month from now on in my my patr eon page at: pa treon.com/Fatenovels. thank you for your support.... ............... Cultivation World Invasion, The System Hit An Old Clock Instead of Real Daughter ………………………… All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work just leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… She was an over stressed office worker that has a hobby of being a sneaky exhibitionist and one day she came to the balcony to relieve her stress with a climax. Just when she was about to climax she heard her neighbor shout. She accidentally stepped on her love juices sprayed on the bird poop and slipped out from the 11 floor. Well she was too stressed, excited and frightened. So only her body went down but her soul flew up. Suddenly her soul was pulled by a fish hook and pulled into endless space. ……………………. This world is similar to earth but the fertility of the world has long since exhausted. Because of this world has unified into a single nation to collectively suppress the low class people. Only high class people can eat proper food. One day this world that is a planet has opened up like a nail and inserted itself into a valley in a bigger planet forming a small island in the lake. The satellites fell but people found this new world and started exploration for food and this new world. New world has special energy that destroyed all kinds of electric equipment pulling people to the dark ages. ………………………. Mohini Titly is the real daughter of the titly family but after her mother died her father has remarried and they already had a daughter. The step mother and daughter purposefully lost her along with a pendent that Mohini is wearing. They took her back specifically for the pendent because it is the key to a treasure stash that Mohini’s mother’s family has hidden secretly. They know the location but cannot open it without locket and the bloodline member that is Mohini. Forced opening would drop the things into an underground river leading to abyss. But after bringing her to take the treasures, they used her as free worker and finally signed her up to the go to the new world land to farm and explore. The new world has fierce creatures that even bullets cannot pierce their skin. The job she earned as an orphan before was coaxed away by her step sister. So she died slowly in that place eaten by the beasts. But her soul lived and watched all the things. She saw that their exploration team actually came across a cultivator country and the current earth was invaded by them quickly. Then the people started to cultivate… She later passed through to another earth to become stressed worker that died just now and returned back to her current world with both sets of memories. The system that pulled her should enter her body but the exhibitionist reflexes acted and she dodged. The system hit an old clock to occupy but it gave her a new power that is the control over time. She can revert back her age and store time energy. She can use the time to speed up the growth of the things with the help of the system. But she needs lust points to use various functions of this system. The pervert knows best about lust and she started a journey taking revenge, enjoying the world, stealing chances from heroines, cucking the heroines and turning protagonists into eunuchs she lives a beautiful life. ……………………………………… This story contains real and fake daughter, luck plundering, netorare, netorase, exhibitionism, cuck, cheating, revenge, cultivation, time travel, magical space, outdoor play, slut, bitch, whore, system, and magical space read it at your own risk… …………………….

Once a calm way of life, filled with a beautiful love story and legit wealth, along the way adds an action ingredient, which takes place in different countries and cities around the globe. 'Ishtar' is an omega FL from a humble beginning who, at the age of 13 finds herself being raised by a wealthy family after her mother who works for the same family as a house maid encounters a terrible accident, leaving her in a home for the disabled. At the point Ishtar thinks her life smoothly moves exactly how she calculated, a hard knock hits her terribly. Life tides kick her out of her marriage with a three days old baby, all the way to finding herself become a dangerous but kind assassin when she's left with amnesia and she cannot remember how she got hurt. 'Bob Lee' is an alpha ML, the only child of his parents in this rich family. He grows up into a very handsome young man, ladies' man, knowing only nothing but a silver spoon in his mouth since childhood. As the heir of his father's sweat, carelessly Bob Lee wastes his family's fortune when he discards Ishtar to continue with Nadia Browne. And to keep his status as a young mogul, he finds himself joining dirty businesses. Nadia Brownie, a villain from the middle class, and a very beautiful eye catching young lady is a snake in her body, very ready _ so manupilative and capable of doing whatever it takes to make false appear real. However, Nadia Browne is so lucky to have a best friend named Sonia. She is very ambitious when it comes to working, very easy with people, and a type of friend who will always challenge her with nothing but the truth whether Nadia likes it or not.

On the day of her wedding, Evie Yong’s world shattered before her very eyes as her soon-to-be husband trashed all their past eight years of relationship by denying her at the altar, in the presence of everyone. However, forced to watch her fiancé stolen, Evie couldn't believe her stepmother and stepsister dared to plot such a scheming plan to ruin her completely. Devastated and feeling betrayed, Evie had to come up with a quick option to save herself from all this mess and that was when she had to flee away from her wedding in shame and soon figured out a plan to strike back in such a way that her enemies will be put into ruins, just as they once did to her earlier. === “Mr. Lu, It seems we're both victims of circumstance. My groom has abandoned me for my sister, and your fiancée has run away. Why don't we turn this awkward situation into an opportunity?” She smiled boldly. “Let's get married, right here, right now!” Lu Tiancheng’s expression remained unreadable, but briefly, a hint of intrigue flickered in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, “You're suggesting we marry each other and also we are complete strangers?” Evie Yong nodded, her confidence unwavering. “Why not? We're both clearly compatible and this way, we can both save face and gain a partner, except for the fact that this will be a contract marriage of six months.” Lu Tiancheng's gaze lingered on hers as if sizing her up. Then, he nodded slowly. “Very well, let's do it.” === “You're either very brave or very reckless to make such an attempt in picking me as your husband in public,” he said after the marriage. “If I didn't try, we wouldn't have figured out a way to get this opportunity.” She responded. …. He's a giant of entrepreneurship, standing high among moguls. She was born out of wedlock and denied by her family. She's been fighting tooth and nail to make a name for herself in the cutthroat world of entertainment, refusing to let her illegitimacy define her destiny. Two strangers are brought together under one roof, but their newfound connection has dangerous people lurking around. There are evil people scheming and eagerly waiting for Evie’s downfall and never going to stop until they successfully get her kicked out of the door. But funnily enough, those games are the very things that will ultimately lead to their own downfall, as Evie uses their schemes against them and turns the tables in her favor. #Sweetheart #Secretidentity #1v1

Ramses was a lifelong kleptomaniac—a man who stole anything that wasn’t nailed down (and sometimes, things that were). From childhood trinkets to priceless artworks, he pilfered with equal parts audacity and misplaced charity. By the time he died—a corrupt politician turned infamous gentleman thief—he’d robbed the rich, the poor, and even the Pope, with no regrets except that it had all become rather boring. But death was only the beginning. Instead of hell or heaven, Ramses finds himself in the hands of two cosmic bureaucrats who, desperate to be rid of him, offer reincarnation in another world. With a spin of the celestial wheel and a little opportunistic “borrowing,” Ramses gets a gift...or well two. And a curse. Now born in cultivation world as an orphan Ramses finds himself with a singular goal. To steal the secrets of immortality. And everything in between. Armed with cunning, insatiable curiosity, and an unshakable urge to liberate anything shiny, Ramses will rise from an orphaned infant to a cultivator feared not for his strength—but for his ability to steal techniques, treasures, and hearts alike.

Harry Waterston is a young man in prime of his youth is given a heart break by the girl he considered as the love of his life by cheating on him with one of their mutual friends at a party. Heartbroken Harry leaves to seclude himself in his fortress of solitude. But he lost consciousness and finds himself with an Ant that tells him he is a God and he has chosen him as his successor and sends him to another world as Antares Antis the king of an ant tribe. In a world full of death and dangers will Harry now Antare survive the wars and fights ahead. All he wants is peace but his enemies want war and ofcourse he won't let them do as they please. He will fight tooth and nail for what is his.

Book 2 of the Rainbow Sisters Series Ophira Laurier is the second-born of the infamous Seven Sisters—a gold-medalist athlete, a quiet protector, and the steady force in a house that never stops moving. She's used to bruises and broken nails, to carrying weight without complaint. But no one warned her that love could ache worse than any sprain. Her secret? Ozaire Elrod. Captain of the boys' team. Sharp, composed, and maddeningly kind. He's the boy she’s been silently rooting for—heart skipping, eyes lingering, always from a distance. The crush she carried like a secret? Turns heavy, sharp-edged. Because she loved him quietly. And he doubted her loudly. Now, Ophira has to face what hurts more: the betrayal of strangers—or the silence of the one boy she never wanted to stop believing in. This isn’t just about a camera. Or revenge. It’s about heartbreak. Power. And a girl choosing herself first.

In a world where countless web novel universes intertwine—where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons clash in brutal battles—protagonists rise, charm breathtaking heroines, seize boundless opportunities, and fight tooth and nail for supremacy. But among them, there is one man who stands above all. A man who has finally crossed into another world. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster. "A villain doomed to be trampled by the protagonist? Am I really just a disposable side character?" Veil muttered. But why should he accept that fate? His father wielded absolute power. His mother was a legendary business magnate. What made the so-called "protagonist" any more special than him? Luckily, at that very moment, he awakened the Villain System. One day in the future— "Veil! You crippled me, stole my chances, and even took my woman! You bastard! You’ll pay for this! Heaven will punish you!" A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up blood. Veil smiled faintly and said, "I didn’t do anything. This was simply your fate." "A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it." Remember this well. I, Veil Lancaster, desire nothing more than to be a charming and wicked villain.

The moment the dart struck my back, I staggered. Heat flooded my limbs, then numbness__ like my body was sinking while still standing. I heard Seraphina scream my name, but her voice sounded far away, like she was underwater. The cave blurred__ shadows dancing, lights spinning. My legs gave out _ I crumbled beside nyra. My hands resting on her wings. Was this how it ended? I blinked, the figures closed in. Then __ a roar. It wasn't nyra, not even human. The air changed _ electric and sharp. Like a storm had entered the cave. Then came the sound _ swift and brutal. I saw shadows, one in front of me__ nails long, curvy, eyes pure gold. She just killed one man with her bare hand. A gunshot. Another. A shout cut short. A man screamed. Something crashed hard against the wall. I tried to lift my head __ but to no avail. A blue of black and silver swept past me. Like a shadow but with purpose. A familiar voice barked "why the hell is she here". Low. Cold. Unforgiving. Draven? I tried to speak _ but couldn't. My lips moved, but nothing came out. Darkness bled in from the edge of my vision. The last thing I saw was Draven kneeling beside me _ gloved hands, lifting me up gently. His eyes were now pure gold. Anger. Wildness. Protection. Then nothing, only darkness

SHE WAS THE PRINCESS—BUT NEVER HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. Leina Reinhardt was born into power, privilege, and prestige—the only daughter of a multi-billionaire and the beloved sister of Westdentia’s most elite men: Lester – A cold, calculating CEO with an empire at his feet. Levy – A six-time Olympic champion, untouchable and unstoppable. Liam & Louis – The twin masterminds behind the world’s most powerful gaming empire. To the world, she was the Reinhardt Princess—elegant, quiet, untouchable. But Leina Reinhardt was no fragile flower. She was raised by wolves, after all. Then came Alexander Harris Smith. Her brothers’ best friend. Her first love. Her greatest heartbreak. The boy who lit up her world—only to disappear and leave her in the dark. Now, years later, he’s back, standing in front of her like a ghost from the past. And worse? He has the audacity to question her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: Leina's fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to walk away. To leave him standing there like he left her all those years ago. But damn him—he had the nerve to show up now, with those same emerald eyes, as if he had any right to look at her that way. "What did you expect, Alexander?" she seethed, voice sharp as glass. "That I’d wait? That my world would freeze the moment you walked away?" His jaw clenched. She could see the storm raging behind his eyes, but she refused to care. "You left," she said, her voice breaking despite her best efforts. "You. Left. And now you think you can just come back and—" Her words died in her throat as he moved, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close before she could stop him. "Let go," she hissed, her voice defiant—but her body betrayed her, memories clawing their way to the surface. Alexander’s grip tightened, his forehead pressing against hers, breath unsteady. "I know I don’t deserve it," he murmured, voice raw. "But hate me, curse me, hit me—just don’t tell me you forgot." Leina’s breath hitched. Her throat burned. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream that she didn’t care. She wanted to say that he meant nothing. But the lie wouldn't come. Because the truth was brutal. She remembered everything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Billionaire mafia intrigue with power struggles and dark secrets Unforgettable first love turned into a dangerous obsession A fierce heroine who refuses to be a pawn A dangerously devoted hero who will burn the world for her Get ready for a story of power, betrayal, and a love that refuses to die.

In a world where children are chosen by the gods—blessed with divine affinity and talent from birth—those born without their favor are discarded, forgotten... or worse. Cyrus is one of the godless. Born with no divine affinity, no fate, and no future, he was thrown into the grim, inhumane bowels of the Red Arena from a young age. For three years, he’s survived by tooth and nail, fighting for the right to live for just one more day. The pit demands blood—and the only choice is to shed it! Forged in the depths of the 'Bloodpit', Cyrus struggles to hold on to his sanity. His story is not that of a hero. It's the tale of a young man trying to preserve what's left of his humanity in a broken, treacherous... godforsaken world.

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

Airi was the first ever baby born with PGAD, which was worse than a curse for those who cared about her. She grew up feeling arousal constantly, but she never knew what to do with it. Then, she accidentally clicked a link on her phone, which took her to a hentai manga about a certain magical girl named Aurora. It didn't take long until Airi fell in love with the manga, and most importantly, her obsession with Aurora and corruption started. Airi never felt this aroused as when she was reading the Corruption hentai. For her whole life, she thought that everyone felt the same way she did. It was always kept from her that she was born with PGAD. For the first time in her life, Airi couldn't stand the constant feeling of arousal because of how intense it was after seeing Aurora give in to darkness. Airi started masturbating every day, then started masturbating a few times every day, and then she started masturbating constantly. Her lust slowly started ripping her life apart. She started losing control, masturbating in public places, in the school bathroom, and even in the classroom. She never felt any remorse after doing those things to herself and the ones who loved her. She didn't become like that when she grew up - She was always like that. One night, she was reading the hentai manga that started everything. There was a new chapter. She started reading. Deep inside, she knew that something big was about to come. And then, the once-magical girl, now the one corrupting magical girl, Aurora, finally appeared. She corrupted the new magical girls, and Airi couldn't help but be aroused, just like always. It was the nail in the coffin. Airi masturbated for the whole night and morning until her body gave up. She had a cardiac arrest and passed away in the middle of a masturbation session.

Born into wealth and privilege, Aneira Patal was meant to have it all. But her destiny was stolen the day she was switched at birth with the maid’s daughter, Sophia. For twenty-three years, Aneira lived a life of struggle and hardship, deprived of the world that should have been hers. While Sophia basked in the spotlight as the cherished heiress, Aneira fought tooth and nail for every small success, never understanding why her efforts were always overshadowed. When Aneira’s love life, and dreams crumble under Sophia’s relentless schemes, she is left with nothing but a shattered heart and a burning desire to reclaim what was taken from her. In a desperate bid to escape the suffocating grip of her past, she agrees to a flash marriage; only to discover that her groom is not the cruel old man she had feared but a strikingly handsome stranger, Jaxton Haydra, who seems to know more about her than herself. What happens when Aneira finds out the true reason she was rushed into this unexpected marriage with Jaxton? And how will she handle the growing attraction she feels towards this stranger she barely knows?

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.