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My Unreliable Reader Can't Be This Cute?

Ren Amaki, a struggling webnovelist, unexpectedly dies after publishing the final chapter of his beloved fantasy series, The Veil of Aethel. His only consistent reader, a passionate commenter, leaves a heartfelt final message expressing sadness that the story is over and wishing she could live in its world. A mysterious power grants that wish, but with a twist. Ren awakens, reborn as "The Chronicler," in a world that is his novel, The Veil of Aethel, but it's fundamentally altered. The characters, plotlines, and even the laws of the world are different from what he meticulously wrote. Adding to his confusion is Aria, a quirky, chatty "Author System" voice in his head. Ren soon discovers Aria is none other than his loyal reader, now manifested in a pseudo-physical, undeniably cute, and fiercely possessive form. Unbeknownst to her, she's unknowingly responsible for reshaping his entire world with her deeply held visions and desires for the story. Armed with his unique Echo Resonance powers (the ability to manipulate and perceive through sound) and saddled with Aria's unpredictable, chaotic narrative "nudges," Ren must now navigate his own warped creation. Together, this unlikely author-and-reader duo embarks on a journey to understand what happened, untangle the consequences of these changes, and deal with the increasingly bizarre threats that emerge. All while Ren grapples with the realization that the world-shaping force interfering with his story (and his life!) might just be the cutest, most unreliable companion he's ever had.
The_Sacred_Flame · 2.3K Views

Who Says I Can't Be A Villain?

Asher never liked following the rules. In his old world, he was just a regular guy, stuck with the same boring life and no real power. But when he got thrown into a new world, he thought things would finally be different. Instead, he became an extra. Just another background character with no special abilities, no status. It pissed him off. How could he, someone who always wanted to break free and live on his own terms, end up like this again, even in a new world? Then, the System appeared. [Ding] [System implementation process begins; you are chosen to inherit a personalized System. You can choose to become a Great Hero or an Evil Villain. By completing tasks assigned to you based on the path you choose, you can earn mystical rewards, wealth, and power beyond your wildest imagination. Do you accept the System?] Asher stared at the glowing message, his frustration boiling over. Hero? That was a joke. Heroes followed rules, played by society’s ideals, and lived to help others. He’d had enough of that nonsense. “I don’t need to be a hero,” Asher muttered, his voice laced with contempt. “I’ve been held back enough. I’m done with that. I’ll do things my way.” Without a second thought, he clicked on the Villain option. He wasn’t about to waste time pretending to be someone he wasn’t. [Ding] [Villain path chosen. Rewards will be granted upon completion of tasks.] A cold, wicked grin spread across Asher’s face. This was it. No more being an extra. No more following anyone’s rules. Now, he had the chance to take control, to carve out his own future with power, wealth, and freedom. The world would bend to his will. “Who says I can’t be a villain?” Asher whispered, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Let them try to stop me." ***** No NTR , No Yuri
Crimson_Quill · 2.2K Views

You Can’t Spell Stepbrother Without Sin

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.
Aishat_isd · 1.4K Views
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