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"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

The first story published on 2025/6/16 Genius vs. GeniusThe story of a child who opened his eyes and saw the outside world that was only white. It was like a square room. The protagonist had to survive and struggle for himself to live under the rules of the competition with children of the same generation. Many children were captured to compete to kill each other within the rules of the game that had to be followed. There were children of many tribes who were captured to compete. The protagonist's life that had to use his brain and skills to fight with children of the same generation. And the journey of the protagonist who had to find a way to escape to the outside world. There was no telling the origin of the training. There were nine levels of magicians in total. Fighting across levels is considered difficult. And the variable of turning the victory is the ability of the magic at zero, which is an important variable. An example of a magic at level zero is Artemas using magic at zero. «Expand» The ability of the expansion is to increase the size of his own magic. Uni's ability «Unicorn» creates a unicorn spirit to fight. These are two interesting characters who are called the black ring children who possess black weapons. The duel between geniuses and geniuses The story is unpredictable. The first part will tell about the fierce competition until 400 chapters and will start to explore the outside world where there are many different tribes living. The fight is reasonable. Everyone can win. The story of Eden's journey to kill A Character A boy with short golden hair, golden eyes with golden feathers in his eyes, white shirt, named Eden. From changing the three names he dislikes, they are Graden, Deer, Akira, all four are chosen. The protagonist decides to use the name Eden. He received the number 6678 tag in the genius who has the qualifications to level eight as A predicted. This child has the same level of skill as the genius who is called the black ring boy. The protagonist's face can smile and be sad, but his heart is cold. Killing people is like a normal thing. To achieve the goal, it doesn't matter what other people are like. Child characters of the same generation who are referenced from legends and other things. For example, the Queen child refers to (the Queen), Joan of Arc child refers to (Jean of Arc or Joan of Arc), Artemas child refers to (introvert), Mega child refers to (the legendary shark Megalodol), Alpha child refers to (the prominent and shining), Zeta child refers to (sigma or lone wolf), Banerri child represents (swordsman), Barrier child represents (illustrator), Modrak child represents (pro player or puppeteer). There are many more characters to follow. Each has a black ring given to them by Emi to symbolize the word genius. Each character will be unique and have different goals. What will the result be if a genius meets a genius? There is no telling the origin of the training, no need to hunt for power to upgrade. There is not a lot of telling of the character's actions. There are scenes of talking and using thoughts with clashes. The 400th chapter will be a competition. You can skip up to chapter 401 if you don't like duels. This is my first novel, so the language at the beginning is a bit strange. https://discord.gg/J3PZPNCu

"I DO" → "I DIE." Hours after marrying her longtime crush—icy CEO Nathan Jang—heiress Vanessa Belmont is stabbed, kidnapped, and left to bleed out in a wrecked car. The final insult? Watching Nathan rescue his precious childhood sweetheart (*cough* Vanessa’s killer *cough*) instead of his actual wife. So yeah. Worst. Wedding. Night. EVER. FATE REWINDS Reborn six months before her murder, Vanessa upgrades her life with new rules: * Ditch the doormat era. (Badass mode: activated.) * Live for herself. (And okay, fine—revenge.) * Avoid Nathan like he’s the reason she died. (Oh, wait…) TOO BAD NATHAN 2.0 IS OBSESSED Now he’s everywhere—lingering touches, midnight texts, and panty-melting kisses. Not to mention his hungry gaze—like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and he's starving. VANESSA'S SECOND CHANCE PLAN 1. Don’t die. (Again.) 2. Don’t fall for Nathan. (Too late.) 3. Eat more carbs. (Donuts!) As for Nathan? She’ll forgive him when hell freezes over. Or when he takes off his shirt. Whichever comes first. ***|***|***|***|*** ASH CITY BILLIONAIRES Love is the ultimate power play. ***|***|***|***|***

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Marrying her longtime billionaire boyfriend, inheriting stability after the tragic death of her brother, and raising her orphaned niece in peace. Her brother’s death at sea, bruised and thrown to the waves, was declared a drunken accident pinned on a disgraced ship captain. The case was closed, but the wounds never healed. Georgia is left to pick up the pieces: taking over their bankrupt business, dodging loan sharks, and the angry people whom her father and brother owe… in fear. When her wealthy fiancé proposes marriage, promising protection and financial freedom, she accepts, not only for love, but for survival. But everything was shattered in an instant. Georgia was pushed overboard into the midnight sea. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again— Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder. Stranded on his cargo ship, Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He’s intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined. As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets. Nick risks his life for her. With survival as their only priority, passion burns hotter than the sun. But despite his hunger for her, he refuses to take advantage. Instead, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again. Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere. As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight. But revenge comes at a price, and so does love. Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes. And when the world wants to silence her… He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her. Excerpt: “Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!” Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears. “Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!” “I’m begging you… Someone tried to kill me… Don’t tell anyone you found me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers slipped from his shirt, and her head fell against his shoulder just as she whispered, “Yes…” Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean… “Oh good, you’re awake,” Nick said and strode toward the bed. “Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. "I swear to God, I’ll scream the ship down if you come one step closer, you pervert!” “I know you...” Nick stiffened. “What now?” “You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared. Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!” Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently. “Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance. “Maniac!” she declared. That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush. His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods. His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant… Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.” Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face. Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile. “How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

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⟪Novela Completa⟫ ¿Qué clase de brujería era esa? Sus ojos cerrados se abrieron de golpe, y se encontró con su ardiente mirada oscura, sus párpados se cerraron lentamente una vez más mientras él continuaba devorándola. 'Abrázame en tu mente, así como lo has hecho en tu cuerpo y corazón.' Ella negó con la cabeza, pero sus manos presionaron contra su mejilla, limitando su capacidad para mover el cuello como deseaba. 'Sé que te gusta esto. Puedo oírlo en los latidos de tu corazón. Puedo saborearlo.' A ella sí le gustaba. Su voz profunda dentro de su mente transmitía una gran pasión. Se sentía como tener aún más de él dentro de ella. Era tentador abrazarlo por completo. 'Eres mía, en cuerpo y mente, dame todo.' *** El Archiduque de Lanark fue bendecido con dos hijas, su primogénita era la Dama más hermosa del reino, mientras que la menor, Adelaida, ocupaba un lugar especial en su corazón. La vida de la familia noble estaba a punto de experimentar un cambio profundo. Con la revolución amenazando a los aristócratas de Emoria, su Monarca les exigió que se desprendieran de una parte significativa de su riqueza para apaciguar al pueblo. Como resultado, el orgulloso padre de Adelaida se encontró enfrentando dificultades financieras que lo empujaron a una profunda deuda. Justo cuando la desesperación se apoderaba de la familia, un misterioso extraño llegó a la ciudad, provocando fervientes discusiones entre la nobleza con su considerable fortuna y su impecable etiqueta. Para su asombro, este extraño pagó la deuda del Archiduque, involucrándose en sus vidas de más formas que una. Egon von Conradie, el acaudalado plebeyo, tenía una agenda oculta. Pero su plan perfecto enfrentó un obstáculo imprevisto—no había anticipado enamorarse de la hija de su enemigo mortal. Solo Adelaida, una rara Sanadora, tenía el poder de cautivar a una Bestia única como Egon. *** Descargo de responsabilidad: Esta es una obra de ficción. Los nombres, personajes, eventos e incidentes son productos de la imaginación del autor. Cualquier parecido con personas reales, vivas o muertas, o eventos reales es pura coincidencia. El crédito del arte pertenece al propietario. ######

—¿Estoy capturada? Bueno, no puedo evitarlo ya que no me puedo mover. —¿Experimentada? Al menos dame algún anestésico. —¿Estoy libre? Dejadme obtener un poco de venganza. —¿Quieres suplicar por tu vida? Lo siento, esta señorita aquí guarda rencor. —Destruí el laboratorio, así que ahora dejadme explorar este mundo libremente. —De alguna manera me uní al grupo del Señor Héroe. Bueno, parece divertido. —¡Ay, qué cruel! Por el honor de ser un héroe, ¿matarías a esta señorita, eh? —sonrió mientras se desangraba. —Che, ¿todavía tienes ánimo para bromear en este momento? —dijo él con una mirada fulminante. —¿Qué es la vida si no para disfrutar de cada momento? Ya que voy a morir y no puedo vengarme, espero que alguien más lo haga. —Nadie lo hará. Tú eras la única que era más poderosa que yo con tu Nanomancia. Ahora que te has ido —Shh, niño. Estoy intentando morir en paz aquí. —¡Pero soy may-! —¡Shh! Los niños buenos no molestan a sus mayores. —Pero tú! —Adiós~ —sonrió antes de perder las fuerzas. —¡Mierda! ... —¿Por qué estoy durmiendo en los campos de nieve? —Los Señores Lobos me gruñen. ¿Tienen hambre, eh?... Yo también. —Este es mi segundo libro, por favor ten piedad de este autor. Disfruten. —La portada fue dibujada por el increíble Aoi Ogata. —Nanomante=Un mago que utiliza nanobots. —Servidor de Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va.

Quinlan, un simple employé de bureau se retrouve transmigré dans un monde fantastique extrêmement dangereux en tant que Roturier de niveau 1 avec rien à son actif sauf son intelligence - et un don unique qui a accompagné sa téléportation. Personne à Thalorind n'aurait pu prédire que cette arrivée anodine monterait un jour au sommet, redéfinissant le sens même du terme 'pouvoir'... Et qu'il pourrait avoir atteint ce résultat en rejoignant une organisation criminelle et en se frayant un chemin à travers ses rangs. Au début, Quinlan était douloureusement faible et seul, mais grâce à ses graves problèmes de confiance, rejoindre une équipe était... difficile. Cependant, il a vite remarqué que beaucoup de gens ont des colliers autour du cou dans ce monde... Des gens qui ne pouvaient pas vraiment le trahir. Suivez le voyage de Quinlan alors qu'il augmente en puissance, amasse des richesses, combat à mort et rencontre de charmantes dames. ... Discord : https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... Après avoir écrit plus de 750 chapitres, voici ce que vous devriez savoir : 1. À propos du début : Les premiers chapitres sont un peu difficiles. Je ne dis pas que c'est horrible, en fait, je crois que l'histoire est très agréable dès le chapitre 1. Mais, en fin de compte, c'est mon premier roman original, et j'ai trébuché dans certains domaines, surtout avec l'attitude du MC. Il est trop réservé et parfois trop "simpe" avec la première protagoniste féminine. Cependant, le MC devient une figure confiante, puissante et posée. Pas de gêne à long terme. Il devient le genre de MC pour lequel vous voulez encourager. 2. La moralité de Quinlan : Ce n'est pas un vilain cruel et sadique. La plupart du temps, il n'agira même pas comme un vrai vilain, seulement lorsqu'il sera poussé à bout. Cela signifie qu'il ne torturera pas des chiots ou des civils pour le plaisir tout en ricanant de manière maniaque. Cependant, il est avide, sans vergogne et opportuniste. Si les vies de ses proches sont en jeu et qu'il ne peut les sauver qu'en brûlant une ville avec des innocents à l'intérieur, il le fera. Il est impitoyable envers les étrangers lorsque c'est nécessaire, mais ne se réjouit pas de la cruauté. 3. En ce qui concerne les esclaves : Oui, Quinlan devient un maître d'esclaves. Cependant, il traite toutes ses femmes - libres ou esclaves - avec soin et respect. 4. Plus que du sexe : Chaque intérêt amoureux a une vraie histoire, une vraie présence. Aucune fille ne sera laissée de côté. Au chapitre 750, Quinlan a 7 amantes et quelques autres intérêts amoureux "en développement". Ce n'est pas une histoire "attraper toutes les filles", en ajoutant une nouvelle fille tous les 20 chapitres. Je préfère les harems composés de filles avec des personnages richement développés à de grands harems remplis de femmes superficielles. Qualité plutôt que quantité. 5. Récit équilibré : Mon objectif était de créer une œuvre où romance, action, et tranche de vie s'harmonisent naturellement. Il y a des actions à enjeux élevés, une progression du pouvoir, des développements romantiques, de la comédie, et un peu de calme pour permettre aux personnages et aux lecteurs de respirer. 6. Progression de faible à fort : Quinlan deviendra OP. Mais il monte doucement, pas du jour au lendemain. Son parcours se veut mérité. 7. Toutes les personnages féminins mentionnés dans le fandom ne sont pas des intérêts amoureux : Certaines femmes sont importantes pour l'intrigue mais ne font pas partie du harem ou ne sont pas prévues pour l'être, comme ses deux mères. 8. Pas de Yuri. Pas de NTR. C'est tout, merci d'avoir pris votre chance sur mon roman ! Je ferai une promesse pour vous montrer à quel point je crois que vous aimerez le roman si vous surmontez le début quelque peu cahoteux ! Si vous lisez 750 chapitres et détestez l'histoire même après avoir investi autant de temps dedans, alors vous pouvez me brûler vif !

Ich war eine blinde Masseurin und war in die große Stadt gekommen, um bei Tante Wu und Wang Xiru zu arbeiten, aber sie hielten mich immer für völlig blind und machten oft peinliche Dinge vor mir, stellten sogar unangemessene Forderungen... Die eine, eine charmante reife Frau, die andere, eine kühle und unnahbare Dame, quälten mich jede Nacht und ließen mich nicht schlafen...

[Ding!] [Cashback-System-Aktivierungsanforderung erfüllt!] [Systembindung wird durchgeführt...!] [System erfolgreich verknüpft!] [1.000 $ ausgegeben. 10x Kritischer Treffer. 10.000 $ verdient. Das Geld wurde auf Konto XXX-XXX-XXX überwiesen] [Mindestens 1.000 $ für eine schöne Dame ausgegeben. 1 Lotterielos erhalten. Möchten Sie es verwenden?] [JA][NEIN] Kyle war ein Mann, der im Leben nie Glück hatte, und er stand kurz davor, allem ein Ende zu setzen, nachdem er aufgrund der Beschwerde eines Kunden von seinem Mindestlohnjob entlassen wurde. Die Beschwerde stellte sich als Lüge heraus, aber da der Kunde eine attraktive Dame war, glaubte niemand Kyle. Um die Sache noch schlimmer zu machen, musste er für die Schäden aufkommen, die der Kunde verursacht hatte. Schöne Menschen, sie hatten es leicht, nicht wahr? Dies war sein letzter Schritt und er wusste, dass er den morgigen Tag nicht mehr erleben würde, als er nach einem Fluss suchte, in den er sich stürzen konnte. Er dachte, sein Verstand wäre endlich gebrochen, da es keine Erklärung für den Cyanfarbenen Bildschirm gab, der auftauchte, als er auf die Schaltfläche [JA] klickte. [Sie haben Charme gezogen!] [Charme: Es gibt nichts, aus dem oder in das der Benutzer sich nicht herauscharmen kann! Das Universum hat dich mit Charisma gesegnet!] "Hahaha! Ich muss verrückt geworden sein..." murmelte Kyle vor sich hin, aber sein Handy klingelte bald, um zu zeigen, dass er eine Benachrichtigung hatte. Und zu seiner Überraschung sah er 10.000 $ auf seinem Konto und sein Kiefer klappte herunter. "DAS IST ECHT!!!"

Kendall, une assassin reconnue, qui inspirait la terreur dans le cœur de ses ennemis. Kendall était connue pour être la meilleure parmi les meilleurs, et son alias 'Phénix' était murmuré partout dans le milieu souterrain. Cependant, le règne du Phénix fut de courte durée, et par ses propres manigances, qui plus est. C'est une chose horrible de perdre la personne que l'on aime le plus, surtout de manière tragique. Il semblait qu'elle fut poussée par la dépression totale de n'avoir rien et personne pour qui vivre. Par conséquent, elle donna tout ce qu'elle avait et détruisit complètement ceux qui lui avaient pris sa petite sœur. Cependant, après s'être sacrifiée pour sauver sa petite sœur, on ne s'attendrait pas à ce qu'une tueuse renaisse en tant que chenille, ou même scarabée bousier, mais voilà Kendall. Peut-être a-t-elle sauvé un pays dans une vie antérieure. Ou était-ce un bon karma d'avoir détruit une organisation d'assassins, elle se retrouve réincarnée en une jeune fille timide et obéissante de lycée rural. Harcelée par ses camarades de classe ? Des doubles standards de la part des enseignants ? Méprisée par son fiancé ? Alors que les défis surgissent et que la pression s'intensifie de la part de puissants conglomérats, elle rencontre Damien Chevalier, un homme avec une personnalité très directe. Il rencontre quelqu'un comme Kendall et ne peut contrôler son intrigue à son égard. La jeune dame était un mystère complet pour lui et tout ce qu'elle faisait le surprenait toujours. Leurs personnalités sont assez similaires à un certain degré. Bien que sa demande puisse faire lutter quiconque pour garder son sérieux. Elle frotte calmement son poignet et délivre un avertissement, "J'espère que tu ne regretteras pas de m'avoir provoquée." Derrière elle, un homme noble et beau apparaît de nulle part, prêt à tout pour la protéger et la soutenir. "Pourquoi ?" demande-t-elle. “Tu as sauvé mon grand-père, alors je me propose en retour. Un problème ?” répond-il avec un rire contenu.

Ding! [Activation des conditions du système de cashback satisfaites !] [Liage du système en cours...!] [Le système a été lié avec succès !] [Dépensé 1 000 $. Coup Critique x10. Gagné 10 000 $. L'argent a été transféré sur le compte XXX-XXX-XXX.] [Dépensé au moins 1 000 $ sur une belle dame. Reçu 1 billet de loterie. Voulez-vous l'utiliser ?] [OUI][NON] Kyle était un homme qui n'avait jamais eu de chance dans la vie et il était sur le point d'en finir après avoir été licencié de son emploi au salaire minimum en raison de la plainte d'un client qui s'est avéré être un mensonge, mais comme le client était une femme attirante, personne n'a cru Kyle. Pour empirer les choses, il a dû payer les dommages causés par le client. Les belles personnes, elles avaient la vie facile, n'est-ce pas ? C'était sa dernière étape et il savait qu'il ne verrait pas demain alors qu'il cherchait une rivière pour s'y jeter. Il pensait que son esprit avait finalement craqué car il n'y avait aucune explication pour l'écran Cyan qui a surgi alors qu'il cliquait sur le bouton [OUI]. [Vous avez tiré Charme !] [Charme : Il n'y a rien que l'utilisateur ne puisse charmer pour entrer ou sortir ! L'univers vous a béni avec du charisme !] "Hahaha ! J'ai dû perdre la tête..." murmura Kyle pour lui-même mais son téléphone sonna bientôt pour montrer qu'il avait une notification. Et à sa surprise, il vit 10 000 $ dans son compte et sa mâchoire tomba. "C'EST VRAI !!!"

``` Protagonista trabajador: sí, elenco secundario interesante: sí, construcción de mundo: sí, protagonista todopoderoso: sí, transmigración: sí. Atticus enfrentó el peor día de su vida: su corazón fue destrozado, y de repente fue asesinado en su hogar, solo para despertar en un reino mágico como el heredero de una de las familias más poderosas en el dominio humano. Movido por la determinación, juró volverse más fuerte y cobrar venganza contra quienquiera que lo matara y lo trajera a este mundo, no importa el coste. A/N 1. No hay harén. 2. El MC solo se preocupa por sí mismo y su familia. No le importa cruzar la línea si eso significa que puede mantenerse a sí mismo y a su familia a salvo. 3. Tiene una personalidad extremadamente vengativa. Independientemente de la razón o por lo que estés pasando, no le importa. Lo que importa es que lo heriste, y eso es todo lo que necesita. 4. No habrá 'ocultamiento de fuerza'. Será cauteloso con lo que muestra, pero no perderá si puede evitarlo. 5. El MC trabaja duro por su fuerza; no te dejes engañar por la etiqueta del sistema. 6. Por último, si tienes algún atisbo de gusto por esta novela, dame todo lo que tienes, jajaja. Es una broma, por favor, dame piedras de poder y deja reseñas. ¡Gracias! Discord: https://discord.gg/t7z25ZzKX3 ```

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.

Ich wurde betrogen, cheh ~ keine Sorge, ich habe fünf Männer, die mich vergöttern. Ein stoischer Mann, der keine zwei Sätze sprechen kann? Ich werde ihn dazu bringen, mir beim Rappen zuzusehen. Ein heißer und kalter Tsundere, der eine giftige Zunge für das andere Geschlecht hat? Ich werde ihn dazu bringen, Honig aus seinem Mund zu gießen. Eine dumme und kindische Mann ? sehen, wie er flirtet wie ein Frauenheld mit mir. Ein sanfter Gelehrter, hustet er nicht sanft mit mir im Bett Ein schüchterner Introvertierter ? seht, wie er ein Wolf im Schafspelz wird. Su Wan - eine dreißigjährige geschiedene Frau, die von ihrem Ehemann und ihrer Stiefschwester betrogen wurde, verbringt eine Nacht damit, Alkohol zu trinken und dabei zu beobachten, wie ihr Ex-Ehemann und ihre Stiefschwester sich einen Spaß daraus machen. " ahhh !Du Bastard ! Du Schlampe, glaubst du, diese alte Dame wird keinen Mann mehr haben? Nicht nur diese tolle Tante wird einen Mann haben! Ich werde fünf Männer haben! Einen zum Schlafen, zwei zum Rollen und drei zum Verwöhnen! " Inmitten ihres Alkoholkonsums wird sie ohnmächtig und findet sich in einem kleinen Dorf im alten China wieder, und das auch noch an ihrem Hochzeitstag mit den fünf Lin-Brüdern! - Cover nicht von mir E-Mail an fairy0tail072@gmail.com, um es zu entfernen (ich habe es bearbeitet)

Dans un accident inattendu, Davis Allen avait perdu ses jambes, sa liberté et sa position d’héritier de la famille Allen. Sa vie est devenue solitaire et figée, mais une union forcée avec Jessica Brown est devenue un tournant... Jessica Brown, une fille non aimée et non désirée, est échangée pour épouser un infirme à la place de sa demi-sœur et de l’avenir de la société pendant que les auteurs pourront s’asseoir et profiter de la gloire... Pourquoi cela devrait-il être ainsi ? Pourquoi doit-elle supporter la souffrance alors qu’elle est la fugace Docteur Sica, la célèbre Dame Bright et l’inégalée déesse des actions...

Sobald sie ihre Augen öffnete, fand sich Bai Lian im Körper einer berüchtigten und verwöhnten jungen Dame wieder. Sie hörte, dass ihr Vater ein neuer, aufstrebender Stern in Beicheng war, ein Selfmademan mit einem weitreichenden Ruf; Ihr älterer unehelicher Bruder war ein Genie, das die städtischen Prüfungen bestanden hatte und auf die Jiangjing-Universität ging; Die jüngere uneheliche Schwester aus der benachbarten internationalen Klasse war eine vielseitig begabte Schulschönheit, sanft und gut erzogen; Ihr Verlobter war ein Goldjunge der Finanzwelt, ein Schulidol, der sie nie richtig angeschaut hatte... Und sie war nur eine unscheinbare Person mit geringer Intelligenz, eine gewöhnliche Person, die von Anfang an aus dem Haus geworfen wurde. Bai Lian: Na schön, dann muss sie eben fleißig lernen und sich bemühen, ein normaler Mensch zu werden~ Alle (mit einem geheimnisvollen Lächeln im Gesicht): ...bist du dir da sicher?? Die junge Dame, die nach Xiangcheng geschickt wurde, ohne Hintergrund, unwissend und ungelernt, jeder könnte auf ihr herumtrampeln... aber sie können sie nicht bewegen... (Eine einzigartig atemberaubende, faule und kapriziöse weibliche Hauptfigur, die jeden vernichtet, der ihr in die Quere kommt, gegen einen edlen, coolen und dominanten männlichen Protagonisten mit einem IQ, der alle Anwesenden zerquetscht) PS: Sowohl die männliche als auch die weibliche Hauptfigur sind sehr charmant. Bei dieser Geschichte geht es um befriedigende Lektüre ohne viel Logik, also bitte nicht zu tief in die Logik eindringen, danke. Nachricht: Liebe das Lernen, sei ein guter Mensch.

Bound by fate. Forged by chaos. Ascending through fire and steel. When Lu Changsheng awakens in a brutal, lawless world teeming with demons, bandits, and decaying empires, he has nothing—no family, no allies, no past. But fate grants him one mysterious advantage: a powerful game modifier from his previous life and a bizarre spiritual bond with a mythical pangolin beast. In a land where the strong devour the weak, Lu cultivates his body through the ancient Iron Shirt technique, becoming impervious to blades, claws, and the dark arts of demonic cultivators. While others avoid the forbidden forests and cursed mountains, Lu sees opportunity. With the modifier unlocking secret skills and power-ups no one else possesses, the world becomes his training ground. Enemies rise. Factions clash. Ancient sects reawaken. But none can stop the martial saint who walks alone—with an unbreakable body, a beast by his side, and a fire in his heart that even the heavens must bow to. Step into a tale of cultivation, survival, and unstoppable ascension. The earth shakes beneath the Iron Shirt.

“One accidental signature, and now the legendary Shadow Queen is living in my house... wearing my T-shirts and refusing to leave! She claims to be cursed with laziness, but why did I just witness her destroy a monster with one finger? And why does she keep looking at me like I’m her next target? Someone help—I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

Charles or rather Xavier Dame was your average loner—broke, ignored, and invisible to the girls. But everything changes the day he awakens the [Harem Points System], a mysterious power that rewards him for physical and emotional interactions with women. From casual touches to heart-throbbing confessions, every action earns him points that can be exchanged for powerful skills, items, and stat boosts. Suddenly, he's not just charming—he's unstoppable. But things aren't that simple. The more hearts he wins, the more enemies he makes. From jealous rivals to yandere lovers and hidden organizations interested in his strange system, Ethan will need more than luck to survive his rise from zero to ultimate harem king. Can he keep his growing group of powerful beauties happy... and alive?

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

"Chu Zhaoyang, what are you doing unbuttoning?" Gu Nian stepped back. Chu Zhaoyang unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, "Sleep." "But it's daytime now, hey... weren't you going to sleep? Let me go first..." To outsiders, everyone thought that Master Chu was cold and face-paralyzed as if he didn't have any expression, but they didn't know that he was kidnapped when he was young and had nightmares every night. It wasn't until he met Gu Nian, that he suddenly felt that sleeping was quite enjoyable... He knew that there was someone living in her heart, and even if that person would never come back, all he had to do was to drive that person away and change the tenant in her heart. However, the person who should have been dead came back..... He said pitifully, "Gu Nian, I seem to be homeless." But Gu Nian pointed at his heart: "When you moved in, I signed a lifetime residence agreement with you." He laughed. .................................................... Hi guys, This time I'll try to translate one of my favorite novel that I've been a fan of. Since I can't find the novel in Webnovel, I thought about giving it a try to translate it. And, I would love to let you all enjoy this novel. Plus, if you know that this series is from the seven gentleman series. You may know that this novel is the third book before the story of Han Zuoli, The Long-awaited Mr Han

Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and narcissistic——- Cut! Cut! Cut! Take two, and do it over. Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and wisest immortal in the realm of peace and harmony. Her two fathers doted on her, and she had a generous supply of resources and pills. Her life was perfect. However, her perfect life came to an abrupt end when Luo Huian, an immortal whose responsibility was to bring peace to those who had reached their ends and had run out of faith—— Watched a man jump down a building. Because of her inflexible beliefs and sense of justice, she did not save the bully. Unfortunately, that man was the son of the heavens. The loss of his life brought infinite trouble in Luo Huian’s life and she was punished by the heavens. She was sent to the world of humans where she had to rescue at least five hundred people by saving their lives when they were at the end of their wits. For an immortal this was an easy job, right? Wrong. Her grandmother sent Luo Huian to a world where Gloom Rocks had wrecked chaos. Beasts and monsters were given birth to by the Gloom Rocks that sucked every ounce of happiness from humans. This world was dominated by hunters who could kill the beasts with the powers that they had awakened. And in this cutthroat world, Luo Huian got the short end of the stick. She woke up in the body of an F-class hunter! Dang it. If that wasn’t worse enough, the previous owner had confessed to her cousin-in-law and was kicked out of the family. Double frog in the hot crock. With not a single penny in her pocket Luo Huian goes out to complete her mission. But what would happen when Luo Huian who was an F-class hunter annihilated the Z-class Glooms and Hollows that even the S-class hunters could not? Watch her fend against the dangers and at the same time save the lives of people. But in this small mission, there is a small obstruction —— The three alluring temptations. *********** Resisting the temptation take 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian pushed against the mer who had pushed her down on the bed while sitting on her waist. “Get off.” “I can’t,” answered Qi Yongrui as he took off his shirt. “Daddy Shun said that he is envious of Uncle Wang. He also wants to hold a grandchild. So, wife let's work hard tonight alright?” Luo Huian: Dear Heavens save me, I am a woman of no desire! **** Resisting the temptation take 2: “Do you think he is good looking?” Fan Meilin questioned the woman who stood next to him. Even though he was the one who won the race and the trophy, his wife was looking at the other mer. “Well yes,” Luo Huian, who was an appreciator of beauty, agreed at once. “Why are you asking this though?” Fan Meilin’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her and leaned in closer to her body as he whispered in her ear, “He might be good looking but I am a better driver. Not only on the track but also in bed, do you want to try darling?” Luo Huian: Resist the temptation! At all costs! I am an iron-hearted woman. ***** Resisting the temptation take 3: “Is this necessary?” Luo Huian questioned as she sat on the couch, watching the mer trace his fingers on her curves while she sat in nothing but modern swimwear. The mer nodded as he wrote on his small notepad, “I need to trace every inch of your skin to create my finest creation, so don’t move.” After he finished writing, he handed the notepad to Luo Huian, his fingers brushing against the curve of her bosom, waist and ——— Luo Huian: My virtue is at extreme risk! ** Fl who is trying to do everything to save her virtue from being taken as it would slow down her cultivation X Mls who are trying their best to snatch it from her. *********** Trigger warning: though the book is set in a comedic setting, there might be some uneasy topics that would discuss depression and loneliness. ***********

Omegas are maltreated by the society. A taboo to the elite world. So when Zara, a born-and-raised Omega discovers she was the Alpha King's mate she hid it from anyone to protect her dignity. What happened when the Alpha King held her captive? **** "Mine." His voice resonated in the silent night. Deep, raspy, and authoritative. He was more sexier than the maids or the magazine described him as. But she didn't need to think of how handsome he was or how his muscles were restrained in the tight shirt he wore. She was supposed to run for her life, yet she stayed glued in place admiring the Greek God. She was his, there was no denying it now.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

I reincarnated as a dungeon boss… and everything is on fire. Literally. I woke up in a beach-themed dungeon I only ever half-built in-game — broke, under-leveled, and with only one powerful asset: my overpowered, ultra-loyal (and dangerously possessive) waifu. No mobs. No traps. Just me, a sword-wielding yandere, a bodybuilding commander who won’t wear shirts, a chef-slime, and a maid who definitely thinks I’m pathetic. But if I want to survive in a world where dungeons fight for dominance and other bosses want me gone, I need to start building — stronger floors, better defenses, elite units. They think I’m weak. They think I’m a joke. They forgot one thing: I’m a gamer. I don’t play fair. Welcome to Aqua Land — where chaos reigns, strategy matters, and even the mop is a weapon if you hold it right.

After a few moment we were in the main building of Reaper corporation and I was coincidentally standing in front of his office. My heart was beating fast and I was having cold sweat. The nervous feeling arose every second that past. My chest was burning. Even though many things were certainly new to me and was not familiar I pushed his door to office. "Pardon me." I said His brown deep yet light eyes gazed upon me. My body froze. It was like time has stopped. He is hot... Hotter in these half open shirt and a just little longer than shorts pants rather than in his suite. Our eyes were locked and the tension was filling the air. We had nothing to say. **** Lia Roseberry the one of the female CEO's who doesn't have a husband even if she is in her 20's well, let's say she doesn't want a husband. That day when the file along with the sum of money that she would get from the deal with the CEO of Reaper company landed on her desk she couldn't help but grin. Of course the money is hers. But the deal? She have to convince the coldest hot guy in the world of rich, Noah Reaper. But who was knowing that the hot and rude man she was negotiating with has a special eye for her.

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.

Between unspoken feelings, complicated friendships, and a tension that builds with every stolen glance, Sakura must learn that some matches aren't played on courts — they're fought in the heart. Struggling between her past and present, getting to do things she never expected she'd do.

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.