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Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.
QuillMistress · 560.3K Views

From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)

In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation. But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures. However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts. ---------------------------- Black box: Someone: "Darling, help me deal with these people." Sian: "Stay away from me. I have nothing to do with you or them." Someone, with fake tears: "Darling, I’m hurt. Come kiss me here, and the pain will go away." Sian, holding a military knife: "Does it hurt there? How about I just cut it off for you?" Someone, stripping Sian’s clothes: "Darling, you look so beautiful when you’re angry. I can’t take it anymore." Sian: "Go to hell! Ah—ahh! Stop it—stop! That hurts! Quit biting me, you damn dog!" --------------------------------------- COVER by my Sensei : Aurimas_Pazikas ---------------------------------------     Dear readers, welcome to an exciting adventure! This is a captivating BL novel filled with +18 scenes that add a spark of joy and love and some sadness. If you’re open to exploring vibrant stories and vibrant connections, dive right in to accompany our Angel, the MC " Sian," on his journey in this new world.
EratoChronicles · 638.6K Views

Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses

[WSA Entry 2025] I was betrayed in my first life. A cripple, broken and discarded— I died after catching the one I loved in bed with the only person I ever called a friend. That was the start of real torment. When I woke up, it was in another world. A goddess stood before me. She told me I could go back. Back to my world. Back to everything I lost. All I had to do… was play my part. The side character. And I did. I followed the script. Played my role to perfection. They hated me. Mocked me. Used me. Again and again. But I kept going. Because I believed her. Because I wanted to go home. Then one day, I found out. The hard way. It was all a lie. There was no going back. There never was. She used me. Again. Just like everyone else. Thrown away like trash once I outlived my usefulness. That was the day something inside me snapped. And so, I made a vow. I would take everything from her. I would enslave every single heroine she chose. And I would kill the hero she placed all her hopes on. If she wanted to protect this world… Then I would burn it down. But the more I tried, the more things started to change. And then one day— I found one of the heroines. One of the hero's yanderes I had enslaved. She stood there, trembling, a knife in her hand. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, eyes wild. “I won’t let them have you. You belong to me.” ...What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?!
Secretly_A_Villian · 87.3K Views

The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."
1cutecat · 691.4K Views

Rise of the Blood Prince: From Slave to Emperor

Death was supposed to be the end. It wasn't. He had conquered the martial world as the legendary Blood God Energy—a master strategist whose name struck fear into enemies across the land. But even legends fall when those closest to them drive the knife deepest. Betrayed by the very lord he served, he died thinking his story was over. He was wrong. Reborn as Aslan, the fifteen-year-old crown prince of the fallen Maran Kingdom, he awakens to find his royal blood has become a death sentence. Enslaved by the very nobles who destroyed his homeland, he's thrust into the brutal gladiatorial arenas—not for glory or freedom, but for their twisted entertainment. They don't just want him to die; they want to preserve his corpse as a trophy, a taxidermied reminder of a kingdom's extinction. But they've made one fatal miscalculation. The body may be that of a scrawny prince, but the mind belongs to a master who has crawled back from death itself. In a world where energy flows like raging storms and survival depends on both blade and cunning, Aslan must forge an unlikely mercenary group from fellow outcasts—the one-armed, the one-eyed, and the cursed. Armed with memories of two lifetimes and an unbreakable will to live on his own terms, he'll transform from prey to predator. Because this time, he won't just survive the game of power and betrayal. He'll rewrite the rules entirely. In a world that sees him as nothing more than entertainment, how far will a dead man walking go to reclaim his throne?
Kiwi_HoldSpirt · 1.6K Views

Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital. ------ Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital. ------ Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, "Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions." Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, "Watch your mouth." ------ Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50. Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, "Are you even Chinese?" Fu Yang is defiant, "Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?" Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished. Isn't she a walking dictionary? ------ Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos. However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him. And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone. But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, "Let go." Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.
ForestBlaze · 1.1M Views

From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir’s Grand Scheme(BL)

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.
Akina_nass67 · 624.6K Views

The Accused Mate

"Mate," my wolf spoke loudly in my mind.  The smell hit me first. A smoky cedarwood, dark and heavy. My body reacted before my head even had a chance to process what was going on, and then I saw him. Alpha Elias Beaumont. He was tall, and handsome. His full dark hair made me feel bald and emerald eyes were sharper than the edge of a knife.  He stole the moment. The rest of the world went into oblivion. He was mine. I took one step closer and he retreated. The earth beneath my feet could have turned to liquid, it was that soft. Elias's face impossible to decipher, his jaw shut tight, his eyes burning with some feeling I had no notion how to classify. My wolf yelped in agony, but I held strong, muzzling my own breath into a level plane, waiting…waiting for him to speak. He felt it just like I did. I moved towards him, but he stopped me with his hand. "Don't," he warned.  And then, his words, individually like a blade, cutting through me. "I, Alpha Elias Beaumont of the Artemis Pack, deny you, Amara Kings, as my mate." ~ For eighteen years, Amara Kings has been nothing more than a ghost—a forgotten heir locked away in secrecy. On the night of her long-awaited debut, she senses her fated mate among the guests. But her dreams of love and freedom shatter when Alpha Elias Beaumont, the man destined to be hers, publicly rejects her and claims her sister, Kamla, instead. Betrayed and heartbroken, Amara swears Kamla will not get away with her deception. But when Kamla is found murdered that same night, all eyes turn to Amara. Branded a jealous killer, she is thrown into a nightmare of torture and humiliation at the hands of the mate who once denied her. But Amara is no ordinary wolf. As darkness rises and buried secrets unravel, she discovers a power within her that could reshape the entire werewolf world—or destroy it. With enemies lurking in the shadows, an obsessed Alpha vying for her heart, and Elias desperate for redemption, Amara must decide: will she seek vengeance, claim her rightful place, or carve a new destiny of her own? The truth was never meant to come to light. But now that it has, the world will never be the same.
Lolo_Regent · 19.6K Views

Beneath The Crimson Veil

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.
Nhyiii · 10.1K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 599 Views
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