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I died and woke up as an ant. Not a queen, not a mutant, just your average, squishable bug. But with a broken skill system and a dangerously curious mind, I’ve started evolving faster than the hive can handle. Magic? Check. Strategy? Working on it. World domination? …Maybe. I’m just one ant in a monstrous underground world, but if I keep climbing, I might become something this world’s never seen: A Tyrant.

By the fourth year of Su Wan's career, every league rookie hears the same warning from their coach and veteran teammates: "You can try to impress him. You can even try to defend him. But no matter what—no matter if he hurls the most brutal insults your way—never, ever talk shit to him!"

Zara Everleigh just wants to nap. Seriously. That’s all. She’s filthy rich, but nobody knows it. To the world, she’s just the lazy girl next door in oversized hoodies, sipping bubble tea and minding her own business. Until one day… She helps the insanely hot CEO next door by pretending to be his girlfriend. Now she’s stuck in a fake relationship. Reporters are camped outside her door. And the internet is obsessed with “the mystery girl.” Too bad Zara has no time for love. She’s too busy hiding her billion-dollar secret—and avoiding all human interaction.

Ren Yukimura built his life on logic, observation, and emotional distance. Aira Minami believes in connection, compassion, and confronting the messy parts of being human. When a school project pairs them together, their opposing worldviews collide—forcing both to question how they see others, and themselves. What begins as a simple assignment slowly unravels into something deeper: a story about expectations, hidden pain, and the quiet struggle to understand what it truly means to be seen.

In a post-apocalyptic world where multiple energy systems coexist, a group of game players obsessed with endless grinding emerges. Every day when Cheng Shaofeng wakes up, his first goal is to make this world… a little more like a video game. [Clone Production Chamber], [Loot Generator], [Attribute Conversion Tower], [Smartwatch Communication Station]… Toxic knife storms cutting through zombies, the Black Skeleton Legion employing the classic “Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao” strategy, and storm totems automatically grinding tentacles… one creative player move after another. Flame Assault Troopers, Summoning Mystics, Whirlwind Dancers, Dual-Pistol Tacticians, Celestial Archons… with hundreds of unique professions created. The players exclaim: “This game is so grind-heavy! I find new materials every day!” “There are tens of thousands of skill combinations, and I can even learn skills from random passersby. I’m going to max out the skill wall at the base!” “Enough talk, the Lord just announced a new map has opened. I’m going to speedrun the dungeon and write a guide for the others to farm it!” “The world boss has appeared, everyone, let’s grind it together!” Watching the players grind until their eyes turn red, Cheng Shaofeng shrugs: “You can see for yourself, it’s not that I want to rule the apocalypse—it’s just that they can’t stop grinding!”

As an ordinary person who found herself in another world, Yuna a fanatic reader decided that she is too ordinary and lazy to achieve something big and want to live a leisure and easy live, following the masses and blend in on the new world she found herself in. However, Yuna who thought herself to be quite ordinary tends to accidently create extraordinary things. •Influencing in letting the most feared assassin guild being created •Becoming a legend by creating the most respected Knights •Accidentally led to the establishment of the most devout and pious Temples .......and the list goes on. Yuna who found herself at the centre of it all : "......." Yuna: "I swear I'm only an ordinary person and everything is a mistake! an accident! I don't know anything ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ" Not only that, Yuna also have the knack of attracting all sorts of psychopaths. Psychopath no 1: "I cannot live without you, I won't let you leave me" Psychopath no 2: "You are my God and I am at the mercy of your will" Psychopath no 3: "What do you mean I am free? You are my shackles" Psychopath no 4, 5, 6, 7 : "Master, you cannot abandon us!" Yuna: "Fucking hell, what did I do??? Why Me??? (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)" As a person who is always ordinary, Yuna felt overwhelmed in another world that cannot let her be ordinary! _____________________________________________________________________ Assuming a role of an ordinary person in her previous life but adorn the role of either a God's messanger, Pioneer of Light, Guide, a Path or even the God itself..... A fateful and eventful life of Yuna began in another World. [May the Holy Light be with you]

Sarah moves to a small town in the Pacific Northwest to escape her troubled past and start anew. She finds a job at a quaint bookstore and begins to settle into a peaceful routine. However, strange things begin to happen around her, and she starts to suspect that there is something sinister lurking in the shadows. One day, she meets a handsome and mysterious man named James who frequents the bookstore. Despite her reservations, she feels drawn to him, and they begin a tentative romance. But as their relationship deepens, Sarah discovers that James has secrets of his own, and that he may be connected to the strange occurrences in the town. Together, Sarah and James delve into the mysteries surrounding the town, uncovering a web of secrets and lies that threaten to consume them both. As they race against time to solve the mystery, they must confront their deepest fears and the darkness within themselves. As the stakes get higher and the danger escalates, Sarah and James must decide whether their love is strong enough to survive the horrors that lie ahead.

A young man has to keep a promise that he made years ago. However, he forgets about the promise, and if he tries to remember it, bad things will happen. Even if he can't remember it, he is haunted by dreams of fractured memories.

They were five the night it happened. But the photo shows six. A decade ago, they entered a house no one speaks of and left behind something or someone they were never supposed to forget. Now, strange messages, vanished memories, and a shadow that shouldn’t exist begin to tear their lives apart one by one. Secrets buried deep are resurfacing. The house is calling them back. And the sixth one is waiting. But here’s the real question... If none of them remember him… why does he remember all of them?

I do it because I can, I can because I want to, I want to because you said I couldn't.

They say that the natural elements are the strongest .......... BUT I don't think so ............ I believe that the person who can control it all is the only almighty the strongest .......................

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence." I woke up in the darkness. No warning, no clues. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar. Yes, I know this world. This… is the world of a novel I once read. A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall. But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page: This world is hell. The difficulty level? Inhuman. There’s no interface. No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death. No lucky twist saving me at the last second. There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present. My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece… As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second. And I know who you are. The Author. Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away, Watching me spiral deeper into suffering. You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me fall. Watching me cry. Watching me break. Maybe to you, I’m just a story. Just a fictional character with no feelings. But I know I exist. And I know this pain is real. So hear me now. I will not die. At least… not yet. Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head. I will live. Not because this world deserves to be fought for… But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. So keep writing, Author. Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

In the first life, Aurenya Virellae was nothing but a ghost in the Lycan King’s cold court. Unwanted. Unclaimed. Invisible. She died alone, unloved by the ruthless Alpha who ruled Valerath — a king who never even looked her way. When fate grants her a second chance, Aurenya swears she will never marry him again. But this time, the truth claws at her heart. For no matter what she does, Zevran Caelthorn—the feared Alpha King—dies because of her. Every possible future ends with his blood on her hands, his last breath whispering her name. Desperate to rewrite destiny, Aurenya tries to stay away. She tries to forget him. But fate—and the king himself—have other plans. Then, against all odds, she hears his thoughts: > She’s afraid of me. I deserve it. But I’ll still protect her. Even if it kills me. She’s mine. Even if she runs, even if it breaks me. Aurenya’s heart trembles. Because the man she thought was cold and cruel... has always loved her. And this time, loving him might be the very thing that destroys them both.

I was born this way on Earth. With her voice in my head. I didn't know this wasn't normal. I was born this way in Heaven Realm. With his voice in my head. I didn't know what was normal. ----- I knew the voice in my head belonged to a woman. An annoying Princess. I knew the voice in my head belonged to a man. A low-race Human. ----- I wanted to touch her, hug her and maybe make her laugh. I wanted to touch him, hug him and annoy him so that he won't look for other girls. ----- I turned my planet upside down for her dreams. I ravaged the Heaven Realm for his well-being. ----- I, a person born on Earth, I foolishly thought it was enough to live with just her voice. I was lying myself! I am a princess in the land of the Gods, I thought I could stay happy forever with only his jokes. I was lying myself. ----- Can I go there with the magic I received from her? Maybe I should escape from this Realm and go to his planet? ----- If I go, can I break the cage that restricts her? If I go, can I make him live longer, a mortal? ----- As a low human being, can I have such big dreams? As the Princess of an Immortal Family, can I start a war against all the gods and escape to his house? ----------------------------------------------- *Other Tags : Monster Girls, Corruption, Incest, Lewd, Depravity, Magic, Perfect Harem, Mind Corrupt, Mind Control, Mature Content, Abilities, Slave, Bloodline, Dark, Villain, Blood, Sin, Action, Fantasy, Kingdom Building, Romance, Action, Adventure, R18, System, Weaktostrong, Harem, Superpowers, Sliceoflife, Dragon *No NTR *Not Recommended for the Young Audience! *Writer: Tolunay *Translation: Doğa *Editer: Emma (It's not her real name, she is weird lol ) *  Other Names; 公主，请不要再在我脑子里说话了！ Gōngzhǔ diànxià, qǐng bùyào zài zài wǒ nǎo zhōng húyán luàn yǔle! (Chinese) پرنسس، لطفا در ذهن من صحبت نکن! (Persian)  Принцесса, пожалуйста, прекрати говорить в моей голове! (Russian) Prenses, Lütfen Kafamın İçinde Konuşmayı kes! (Turkish) ------------------- *Cover isn't mine. All rights and respect reserved to the original creator!

Nang magsimula ang next season ng Honor of Kings, ang sikat at kilalang 'Trash Talk King' sa MLBB ay lumipat sa HoK. Viewers: [ Fuck! Bakit nandito si Boss?! ] Viewers: [ It's over! It's over! It's over! ] Kilala siya dahil sa bastos niyang bibig at magaling manira ng mental state ng mga pro players. Boss: [ Kung tinitira mo ako patalikod, sana sinabi mo para tumuwad ako. ] Marksman user, "................" Boss: [ I suggest na bumalik to sa training room. ] Boss: [ Yung gumagamit ng Bai Qi......... .......grabe kabulok!...] Viewers: [ Fuck you Boss, 100x! ] Boss: [ Kaya hindi maubos-ubos ang basura sa Pilipinas dahil sa mga playing style niyo na grabe ka basura. ] Viewers: [..............] Meanwhile.... Viewers: [ Boss, bakit hindi mo pinapatay si Augran? ] Boss: [ Augran is my lover. ] FTT base. Augran user, "..............." Nang dumating ang next season, makikita ang bagong post ng FTT Official Account kung saan nakalagay ang information ng bagong mid-laner. Hindi nagtagal, nalaman nilang si Boss ang bagong mid-laner ng Team FTT kung saan naroon ang Jungle King na si God J bilang captain ng Team. Lahat sila ay pare-pareho ng tanong. "The Trash Talk King Will Join Esport?!" Great Demon King Of The League x Trash Talk King

My name is Sakura Chiba. I am in senior high school. I don't believe in fate. I wanted adventures in my life. Until I goes to Parallel world. Everything changes in my life. What is this? where am I? who are these? and Why is there a sword in my hand?

Plaines verdoyantes, vallées venteuses, plages tropicales, jungles féroces, déserts arides, toundras glacées... la tour de Babel recèle de nombreux paysages plus incroyables les uns que les autres. En fait, elle en regroupe très exactement soixante. Soixante mondes, soixante étages, qui ne demandent qu'à être parcourus par des gens suffisamment forts - et fous selon certains - pour entamer leur montée vers le sommet, celui que personne n'est encore jamais parvenu à atteindre : le Sky Keep. Légende ? Mensonge ? Palais des dieux ? Beaucoup tergiversent sur cet endroit inatteignable. Mais tous sont certains d'une chose : le premier à en ouvrir les portes deviendra la personne la plus puissante de l'univers. Ces gens qui parcourent la Tour, on les appelle les ascensionnistes. Et parmi eux, nombreux sont ceux qui nourrissent le même rêve : être le premier à franchir les portes du soixantième étage ! Au sein de cette grande chasse au trésor qu'est la course au Sky Keep, Matsuba n'est rien. La raison ? Il fait parti, à l'instar de 99,9% de la population de Babel, des habitants dépourvus de la moindre capacité spirituelle. Il est un sans-pouvoir, rien de plus. Pourtant, au fond de lui, quelque chose l'empêche d'abandonner. Cette chose, c'est le rêve d'être le premier à ouvrir les portes du dernier étage.

All my life, I never once know what it is to be a family. My parents did not care about me and didn't let me start with my siblings. Even when I diagnose with Terminal Illness by the doctor, they did not care about me. The only thing that accompanies me in this lonely hospital bedroom is the game called Second Life. Sadly, all good things must end, and so is Second Life. I decide to stay inside the game until the end and wait for me to release my final breath. However, I'm reincarnated to another life when I open my eyes. I promise to enjoy my Second Life in this world. Now, if only this woman stopped calling me a villain for a second, that would be great.

I’m not some sweet little girl who died and got reborn just to chase a prince. No. I lived my whole life in the shadows. Hurt. Forgotten. Used. But not anymore. I made a promise to myself—I’d make them pay. Every single one of them. This is my story of revenge. But in the end… did I go too far? Was it justice—or just selfishness dressed up as rage? I wanted revenge. What I found… was something else. {Hello everyone, this is based on some previous real life history that really caught my attention and I just had to write it down, I hope you all will like it and I would appreciate your support.}

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.

The 'retired' commander of a special forces secret service organisation doesn't realise the business world is as firce as the battle field though no bullets are flying overhead. When he encounters the immovable stoic female lead by chance, his icy heart thawed, and he suddenly became a doting tsundere willing to flip tables on her behalf! "Let me do all the dirty work for you," he's always saying. However, our female lead is driven by revenge against a certain underground association, and will not be sidetracked! "Look, I got you this bunny hat. It's so cute!" "If you like it so much, why don't you wear it yourself. Please maintain your distance, sir," "It's cold. Here, have my jacket," "I'm fine. Please keep your composure, sir," "A nice restaurant just opened. Let's be their first customers!" "Do I look like an idiot to you? I know what you are aiming at. Sir, please leave now," But the overbearing CEO is not someone that gives up easily! "I like you!" "There are four billion women on earth. You can continue trying. I'm sorry I have to refuse," Yet later... "Everything. Give everything to me. Including you, sir, that is"

Thoughts we fear Seeking only a higher power to stave our decisions Keep me close For I may not see the next day with waking eyes

"Special delivery," he called. Amber rushed to help, taking the box while he shrugged off his jacket. Their fingers brushed during the handoff, and she nearly dropped the cake. "Careful there," Rawls said, his hand touching hers again to steady the box. "This cake cost more than my first car." Claire laughed. "Dad, everything costs more than that old truck you had." Amber carried the cake to the kitchen, grateful for a moment alone to calm her racing heart. She placed the box on the counter and took deep breaths. "Get it together," she whispered to herself. "He's your best friend's dad. Stop being weird." But her heart wouldn't listen. It never had. Amber Ryan has always been the quiet, dependable one—the girl who never crossed lines or broke hearts. But for years, she’s harbored a forbidden secret: she’s in love with her best friend’s father, Rawls Benedict. Now, no longer a teenager and no longer willing to silence her feelings, Amber is ready to confront the truth. But what begins as a quiet yearning threatens to erupt into chaos. One confession could destroy the friendship she treasures, unravel the trust she’s built, and expose secrets that were meant to stay buried. As emotions run high and old loyalties fracture, Amber must decide if risking everything for love is worth the wreckage it might leave behind.