Boot Slitting

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[MATURE CONTENT] Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie where she unfortunately burns a pair of wings at a banquet happens. Fine! There was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavens smack her face with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Not to mention the heat that surges within her the moment she lays her eyes on him. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella purposefully setting a demon's hair ablaze with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage but their entire reality. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, trusty angelic powers, and a painfully doting husband who may or may not leave her love notes carved into rock when she is angry, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, .... right? Right? One fallen angel. One absolutely smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.

350 years ago, mysterious realms began to appear on Earth, each serving as a gateway to unique and otherworldly dimensions. Humans were summoned to these realms, chosen to become heroes and granted abilities tailored to the worlds they entered. Each journey promised adventure, but the cost of these newfound powers was far greater than anyone could imagine. WARNING: This is not your typical isekai novel. It delves into the dark truths of humanity exploring raw emotions, the grim reality of war, the weight of sacrifice, and the cold grip of manipulation. This story challenges the very essence of heroism and survival. Prepare for an unforgiving journey where even victory comes at a price.

Nora is shattered a month before her wedding when she uncovers her fiancé's deceitful affair. As she manages this betrayal, she discovers a deep ploy to hinder her from claiming her rightful inheritance. Devastated but determined, Nora takes a daring step to regain control of her life. Enter Demetri 'The Demon' to those who know him, a formidable man barely known to her, who offers her protection and support in return for a contract marriage to satisfy him. In a twist of fate, Nora marries Demetri to claim her inheritance and fight those who plotted against her. But as she battles her own family and Demetri's many rivals, will she be able to keep from falling for the man known to crush people beneath his booted heel. Excerpt: She had forgotten that the man was intimidating and directly challenged him. Rather than speaking, Demetri rose from his seat and approached her deliberately. Although it was a mere few steps, time seemed to stretch for Nora. When he was almost within touching distance, his hand gently landed on her knee, moving it sideways. His touch moved with a hint of a caress, and he stepped between her open legs. Nora sat there in frozen silence, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Catching her chin between his fingers, he tilted her face upwards and spoke unhurriedly," You are my wife." She nodded her head slowly in affirmation while his thumb slowly traced her lip. "I have given you time to gather your emotions." Another nod. Nora's nervousness made her lick her lips, acutely aware of his intense gaze fixed upon them. "Your reason for the marriage was to secure your inheritance and get away from under your mother's thumb." "Yes..." Nora whispered in confusion. Her confusion was not about his statement but about the bewildering sensations coursing through her. What was happening with her? "It's time for you to fulfil your end of the contract, yes?" He continued. "Yes," Nora whispered breathlessly. Why was she breathless? Had the oxygen level in the house dropped? Was the air suddenly thinning? Abruptly, his hand left her face, and she watched as he drew closer. It was then that Nora comprehended what was unfolding. All those tantalizing, heart-pounding kisses she had read about in novels were about to possibly become her reality. But the anticipated kiss didn't happen. Instead, he paused near her and commanded, "Kiss me."

A second life? Reincarnation? He didn't want that. He was done. All he wanted was a quick death. Then the sweet embrace of nothingness. Yet when he woke up he found himself in a world of sword and magic. He wanted to slit his throat instantly but some twisted sense of curiosity begged him to stay. Even if it was just for a while longer.

Ignatius Thorn felt his life slipping away as he stared at his screen, the game he had invested so much in finally booting up. Drawn into its digital depths, He sat alongside the character he had purchased that day. At first, his fantasy life seemed perfect—until disaster struck. Finding the murderer would become his priority. With his system, he would grow stronger. Mystery and adventure await Ignatius as he builds his harem, fighting for his place in this new world. One chapter a day. 1500-2000 words.

Ava’s marriage was nothing like she had anticipated. Despite being married to the man she loved, she had endured nothing but humiliation and misery from her husband for the past five years. She put up with everything in the hopes of one day carving out a space in his heart. But her husband ultimately drove her to the breaking point when he handed her the divorce papers on their fifth anniversary, claiming that he loved someone else. He had taken all her family assets her father had left for her. The shocking truth that the man she had been in love with for ten years had caused her father’s death was the blow Ava couldn’t take it. Devastated, Ava didn’t want to give birth to his child in her womb. ------ “I loved you with all my heart and gave you everything, but you ruined me and my family, Dylan Brooks. I won’t give you this baby. This baby belongs to me and will go with me to the grave. A cruel man like you don’t deserve to be a father,” Ava said as she slit her wrist. "I regret loving you, Dylan. I wish I’ll never see you again in my next life." These were her last words before she drifted into the lap of death. ------- She thought this was the end of her life. But fate had other plans. She woke up in the past, four years ago, on the day of their first wedding anniversary. Since she was given another chance to rectify her mistakes, she vowed to protect her father and the family business. She resolved to cut all ties with her ruthless husband. But wait! Why did Dylan act so possessive and caring? Why did he declare she was the only one he wanted as his wife? Should she believe him and give him another chance? Or should she take revenge on him for what he did in her past life? -------- “Please, Ava…come back to me,” Dylan pleaded with Ava on his knees. “I’m ready to atone my mistakes. I’ll do everything to make you happy. Just don’t leave me, okay? Tell me, what can I do to get your forgiveness?” Ava stared coldly at the man who had ruined her in her previous life. “Do you want my forgiveness? Then hand over everything to me, Dylan. I want you to feel the same agony I did." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - Ongoing, daily updated.

The slaughterers of hell; Children of the Divine Priestess, they brutally defend humanity from the ever-present threat of the hellspawn. For over a thousand years this war has been waged, and for over a thousand years countless amounts of people have fallen. They go by many names — Devil Eaters, Ashrippers, and the whole sort. The name they call themselves, however, takes a much more noble stature. They were Knights. Knights of Torrice. And every last demon would die by their hands. In the remnants of the forgotten records, one ragtag group of soldiers proved to be more influential than their role was to be believed. A boy bound by duty, a man vigored by pride and a killer masked with humanity. Little did they know that fate itself would change with the simple click of their boots. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Demon Archives is a fantasy epic written for WSA 25. If you enjoy grit, action, sacrifice, bloodshed and more, then consider reading this book and supporting me along the way! Being my own unique take on the nine circles of hell, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Inspired by written works like Shadow Slave, and hopefully a culmination of all I've learned from writing as a hobby over the past five years.

What would you do if you found yourself trapped in a video game as an NPC with seemingly no hope of returning to the real world? Having grown up without parents, Daisuke finds himself in a perpetual cycle of poverty as he tries to survive in the bottom rung of society. When the world's first VRMMORPG, Sehreneti Online, is released to the public, he decides to take a gamble by borrowing a buttload of money from some shady people to propel his hack-selling side hustle into the big leagues. After nearly getting his leg twisted into a pretzel for failing to pay off his loan on time, Daisuke decides to put his plan, Operation Jupiter, into action. Although a cool-sounding name, he didn't seem to be in Lady Luck's good graces that day. After uploading the code into his capsule and commencing the startup, everything goes haywire, booting his consciousness into the virtual world. When Daisuke comes to, he finds himself as a newborn fresh out the meat oven—and, of course, his circumstances are far from ideal. Apparently, he is still poor, but instead of being an orphan, he is now the son of a prostitute in the slums, with seemingly no connection to the game system or the real world. How will Daisuke overcome this trial, and will he be able to return to the real world? If you enjoy GameLit and LitRPG light novels such as Sword Art Online, Solo Leveling, The Rising of the Shield Hero, and That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, then you'll definitely enjoy this epic tale! --------------------------------------------- Support me by checking out the link below: » Linktree: https://linktr.ee/vaughnrrschneider » Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/VaughnSchneider

Note: (Disclaimer at end of abstract). Synopsis: "In the heart of the boundless Phantom Continent, rests a cursed region smack in the centre of all that is known, aptly named as the Central Region. A domain shrouded in perpetual gloom, despair clings to every shadow and its sole purpose seems to be crushing the souls and dreams of the unfortunate souls that take shelter upon its land. Life is a fight for Existence and Reality however cruel, is alas never what it seems to be. Whispers of precious ore, ancient artefacts and ruins of ancient civilisations only lead to ruin - factions descend to lay claim to these scraps like vultures, blades quench the thirst of the land with rivers of fire, which mirror the stars from afar that flicker in isolation with an insatiable desire. Amongst the chaotic lands, a tale starts. An adventure, a mistake, a ghost, a foreigner, a world, many worlds, alliances, betrayals, intertwined fates and dangers fraught at every corner. A protagonist that isekai's into a still living being in an earnest bid to grow stronger and a pitiful soul that longs for what was once share a mysterious bond. Destiny is calling, the line between the living and dead is blurred, the powerful shape Reality, however amongst this rollercoaster of events, the shadows vie for their own nefarious purposes, for the shadows are always watching. As if life wasn't a misery as it were, it hit Zuck Borris with the roll of a die - the odds were never in his favour. Firstly, a stranger gave him the old boot - throwing his soul out to the dogs in the streets. Then a mysterious voice started talking to him. Yet it didn't seem to be doing him any favours in reclaiming his flesh and bones. Meanwhile that backstabbing fiend didn't even notice his existence and already seemed to be bringing trouble to his body. Roland, however, was as calm as the ocean bed. Some ignorant fools seemed to be scheming against him. Ever since he answered that damn call, his life seemed to become more troublesome. However, perhaps there was some part of him that smirked at this opportunity, to gain control over his life with enough strength to face all that may come his way. Who protects this Reality, that Reality and everything in between? Can a mortal man spit upon the immortal obstacle that tightens its grasp to crush all beneath it? Can the rivers burn what they touch as the worlds collide and the sun is all but lost? Are answers always to be sought? Turn that chapter if you so dare..." Disclaimers: There will be content in this webnovel that covers potential sensitive areas to some, including - violence (fighting), abusive language (swearing / cussing), concepts of self-harm (some bullied characters may consider self-harm), divide in society (different factions/ power levels) & other similar concepts that usually apply to any cultivation/ sci-fi webnovel. Also, the start is more world-building focused, so do saddle in your seatbelts and work through the first 20 chapters to get a feel of what we have in store. :)

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Su Chen, who is tired of following the villainous plot, where he is hunted down by the protagonist’s halo finally decided to call it quit. “Okay, this is the final time that I am repeating this damn plot.” “What? All the heroines can hear my inner voice?… “….So what? You all heroines think that I will be your Licking dog? Low-rated Villain? Same Rich scumy-second generation who buys you everything following that damn original script?” “Sorry, but you are gravely mistaken, my dear!” ……… [No NTR][No Yuri] ………. (Real villain story begins after chapter 11-13 when mc decides to become unscrupulous and follow one’s interest.) ***Winner of 2022 yearly Villain book category contest**** …….. Additional tags:(Eavesdropping) ( villain mc) (smart mc) (No beta mc) (no boot-licking mc) ( no pretending to be hidden big-shot) (yandere) (tsundere) ( harem accepting mc) ( brain-wash) (kidnapping) (mindbreak) (Stockholm syndrome) (true love) (obsession) ( regret) ( redemption?) (Strong to stronger). **Cover as well as character Ai images are made and edited by myself via Fotor pro Ai app. **Add me to join invite-only author discord server^^ **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than gasping wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine’s walls. Pure desperation and sorrow drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood once more.

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

“System leveled up. Congratulations on surviving level one. Welcome to World XII, the past. I am your guide, Xue Lian. Miss Lin Xi, press one if you are willing to continue and rewrite your present where your father and loved ones don’t have to die. Press X to return to the tragedy you caused.” “I am Al–alive?” Lin Xi murmurs, her eyes cast on the surroundings around her. It was nothing like her old bedroom, nor the courtroom. “Not really. You are in limbo, a place between the past and the present. Yes, Miss Lin Xi, you died in your previous life and in this timeline, you are given a second chance to go to the past and stop Jin Yutian from causing World War III. If you wish to continue, click Yes… if No, you'd be returned to your previous timeline.” “As long as it will bring my parents back, and put Jin Yutian to death for the terrors he has caused. I wish to continue.” In her final moments, Lin Xi remembers the bloody battlefield—the bodies of her loved ones, her husband, and daughter, all slaughtered by the man responsible for this chaos—- Jin Yutian, the man she once rejected to be her husband. Before her throat is slit, Lin Xi makes a desperate wish—to rewrite history. But instead of dying, she wakes up the next morning, alive but trapped in the fragile body of Shen Mi, the Fourth daughter of a powerful Marshal, Shen Fuchen. What Lin Xi doesn't expect is that Shen Mi is considered nothing more than a pawn—weak, sickly, and powerless. And yet, in this body, she has a mission. Her mission is simple: Don't die, Don't let anyone discover your true identity and most of all, gain his trust, infiltrate his power and stop Jin Yutian from bringing world destruction. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days to complete the task. Fail, and you’ll be trapped in this nightmare for years, each failure extending the time spent in this time limbo, where death is always a step away. Shen Mi's life is already forfeit to many, and now you must survive long enough to destroy Jin Yutian.”

[Interstellar+Spiritual Power+Pure Romance+Marriage First, Love After+Livestreaming+Gourmet Food+Disguises] Reborn overnight, Qu Tong cried to death; her vast wealth was gone, and she even ended up owing a billion in taxes. Stuck with a cheap husband her cousin didn't want who can't have children? Rarely comes home? And throws in an entire planet to boot? Qu Tong wondered if there could be such good fortune? She carefully guarded her full fertility value, perfunctorily yet sincerely playing the role of a big shot's dainty wife. She grew energy fruits and vegetables, fed them on schedule, and incidentally improved the food for the entire squad by taking care of their home. The Insect Clan attacked, His Highness was injured, ditching class to visit, pah! To check in. His Highness was too aloof; unable to charm him after a long time, she went online searching for strategies and even inquired about how to reasonably inherit all of her husband's wealth in the case of divorce. The next day, Si Yuting glanced at the top search trends, then looked at his guilt-ridden dainty wife and laughed, "That's difficult, considering I'm just divorced, not dead." Well-behaved and clever in front of others, behind their backs she did nothing of the sort. When her shop was reported, she cursed everyone who dissed her in the comment section one by one and blocked them all, leaving the netizens stunned: "Who taught her to curse like that?!!" In the academy competition, the enemy lacked honor, ganging up to bully the weak; Qu Tong pulled out a potion, directly turned the tables, and kicked them all out of the competition—no one can play me for a fool. When encountering a Star Thief, Qu Tong reassured everyone, "Don't panic, I'll go reason with them." Then she single-handedly drove her mecha, cornering the Star Thief: "This is a robbery, hand over everything valuable." ... One day. Qu Tong, holding her medical report, asked, "If I say I can reproduce asexually, would you believe me?" "Guess."

[My WSA 2024 Entry novel! Please vote] Yōta's day went from normal to "What the heck?!" faster than you can say "isekai." One moment, he's an average sixteen-year-old playing video games in his room; the next, he's in the body of a scrawny boy named Sol, right in the middle of a raging war. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna die! AGAIN!!" he screamed. This wasn't anything like those fantasy novels he had read of where the hero gets cheat powers and a cushy life as a noble. Nope, Yōta was stuck in the body of a weakling with zero abilities, no powerful physique, and on a battlefield to boot!

In the Eastern continent of Zhianhua, where such things as wind-riding boots and cloaks of invisibility exist, it is quite an honour to be born the eldest of three Royal Clans. Everyone knows you are the one who will have to contribute to the mage arts, in some way or another. The mage arts were when mages converted their blood into magical Inchor that could be used to cast spells. And through that substance, they can create and cast spells as long as they know how to construct said spells. This is a story about the heir of The Fen Clan, who was a genius, memorising every spell in his clan library by 4 and converting his blood successfully into inchor at the record age of 5. In other words, he was destined for greatness

Legends foretold, the spark of light Fallen from the heavens to bring delight Those who follow in her goddess's light Shall be brought to lands that heavens compare Darkness however knows they won't fare Against this gracious sunbeam's shimmering might Snuff this ember before ruin is brought upon the dark Go forth, my faithful beast of darkness! Engulf the spark before it destroys us all! _ One of heart, one of mind, one wish that made the heavens open their pearly gates. A miracle, born to lead the world into a new age of peace for the light elves. Unfortunately, that would mean the end for the dark elves. The crimes of their ancestors were pushed down through generations. The new age of peace has no place for half-demons, someone must put an end to the newborn Messiah. Unfortunately for Philomel, this death sentence of a mission was pushed to her, courtesy of the Chief's son, Asclepius. Asclepius, an ambitious, short-sighted dark elf, determined to bring the dark elves to their former glory. A person Philomel made the mistake of pissing off. Dragging along the oblivious entrance guard, (Amon) they begin their emotional rollercoaster of a journey. Daggers in hands, can they become the villains their tribe so badly needs, or will the guilt finally drag them under? _ A voice bellowed and screeched from all around him. It sounded like a million cries through the echoes of a cave, that shrieked as it spoke. The shadows reach out toward the blood-red sky, forming a huge dark figure, the figure of a roaring dragon. Its eyes shine through all the darkness, one a brilliant blue, the other a golden yellow, slits of black in the middle, when the dragon blinks, it blinks sideways. From the corner of the eyes to the other corner, rather than one eyelid to the other. " Was anything but pleasant." The distorted voice of his father reminded him as the dragon stomped around. Each stomp crushed the homes of many and killed screaming villages. " Is this what you wish for? Is this what your heart desires?" The disfigured voice questioned. __ " I win." Philomel smugly whispers to Lenny. Completely pleased with herself before noticing Lenny's heart rate beating against her own, matching her speed but was off her pace. It felt like her heart was pounding at an unnatural speed which felt scary but at the same time interesting. She barely noticed Lenny's hazel eyes sparkling as his shocked expression slowly melts into a blissful goofy smile. Her attention finally returned to Lenny when his chiseled jawline moved closer to her. Lenny's head leans forward kissing Philomel on the cheek as he stares at her with such soft eyes. Philomel instantly blushes as she gasps at the sudden kiss. Her lips trembling trying to think of something to say but her brain malfunctioned. Lenny let out a deep chuckle as he ran a hand through his mahogany chestnut brown hair, extremely happy at Philomel's cute reaction. _ There will be romance but it would be slow-paced since it's friends to lovers. No smut scenes. There will be battles and tons of emotional trauma. Super in the middle can go both ways. This book is experimental writing. It shall be written in script format, detailed, and have a rhythmic beat/freestyle poem to certain scenery descriptions. The story shall also have switched target audience, where certain chapters are tailored to male/ female readers. There will be a notice to inform which chapters are which. Female Tailored Chapters (FTC) will have more cute scenes between characters. Male Tailored Chapters (MTC) will have battle based on the Dungeon and Dragon format where the victory or defeat of a match is based on a dice roll. Upload Every Saturday I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com and Inkitt. ______________________________________________

Betrayed by lies and consumed by the mob's fury, the idealistic politician met his end at the hands of the very people he sought to protect. His legacy? Scorn. His dream? Trampled beneath the boots of ignorance. Never again will I serve the whims of the ignorant. When he wakes up in a foreign world, his second chance comes not as a ruler or king but as a frail parish priest in the forgotten outskirts of the Holy Empire. "The masses are nothing but tools—easily swayed, incapable of thought, and blind to reason. To lead is not to serve them, but to wield them." Bound to a mysterious system that rewards with miraculous powers, he begins his ascent—as the Messiah. Armed with the knowledge of his past life and a soul hardened by betrayal, he will transform this crumbling parish, climb the ranks of the Church, and carve a path to the pinnacle of power. In a world ruled by faith and fear, he will forge a new order, not to serve but to dominate. After all, a shepherd does not ask permission to lead the flock. He decides their fate. Faith is his weapon. Power is his goal. Divinity is his destiny.

===== Fleeing from both Heavenly Martial Court and Demonic Faction, Ye Shen was doomed. Standing atop the World End’s Cliff, he had Void Worm in his hand, an Immortal Rank Gu that has the ability to transmigrate its Master to a completely different universe. However, the power of Void Worm comes with a hefty price. Once activated, the Void Worm would wring its Master’s Qi till nothing is left, and there's no going back. “My existence might perish in this plain, but not my life!” Ye Shen crushed the Void Worm, revealing a tiny speck of dark sphere that afloat on his hand. Thus, Ye Shen was sucked into the wormhole. He disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. **** Earth, 2225. Ye Shen finally awakened from a sleep that felt like eons long. Opening his eyes, the transparent, bluish text flooded his eyesight. [Ultimate Fighter System: Booting] [Booting Complete!] *** Follow Ye Shen’s journey to become the strongest fighter as a cultivator on a futuristic earth where every athlete has modified physics to fight!

His lucid green-blue eyes refused to look away from the alluring sight before, feeling a certain stir in his lower insides as his instincts fully triggered. The air around was tainted with the provocating yet intoxicating scent that filled his sensitive nostrils, watching the bright red liquid slowly sip out of the broken skin on her shoulder. He gulped. Gingerly shifting his gaze to the pair of brown doe orbs, Leviathan immediately noticed the hint of mirth in her eyes. Kamyla grinned, "Are you really so desperate to taste it?" Leviathan didn't respond, struggling to resist the strong temptation of the woman lying underneath him; not to mention her lascivious features protruding from her barely clothed body. His fingers dug deeper into the sheet on both sides of her head. He grinned, "How cheap do you think I am?" "Then do it", her eyes glittered with mischief. "Taste it". Leviathan clenched his jaws, preventing his eyes from wandering back to her corrupting blood. Kamyla then let out a chuckle, raising her hand to cover her bleeding injury. His eyes slitted. "Levi..." The severally disapproved nickname rolled off her tongue, causing him to cringe in annoyance. "If you really want my blood so badly..." She slowly wiped the blood on her thumb, bringing it to her lips to lick it off. Leviathan bit his lower lip. "Then you'll have to earn it". • • • In the year 1503, One of the most powerful Empires in central west Africa, the Sah' Jangi Empire, began to experience strange unexplainable disappearances of their citizens in various kingdoms. To solve the mystery affecting their society, the Royal family alongside the chief priest, decided to summon an ancient demigod to come to their aid — only to accidentally summon a foreign demon god — one with strange pale skin colour different from theirs, but possessed with unimaginable powers enough to help them in their plight. But unknown to them, the arrival of the odd-looking demon prince brings nothing but calamity as dark secrets and lies buried deep in their empire history are brought into the light; causing great changes to all the lands and its people. Especially after he crossing paths with the strongest female warrior of the capital. Kamyla Odjafah. Tags: BWWM. Son of hell. African mythology. Black female lead. War. devilson. African historical fiction. Demons. African fantasy fiction. Ghouls. Witches. Giants. Spirits. Power Couple.

As Ming Yue began her overtime shift, everything went dark. The next thing she knew, she found herself in a strange, unfamiliar place. "Ahhhhhhh!! Where in the nine heavens am I?!" In the next second, foreign memories rushed into her mind... 'Wait… after reading all those fake daughter novels, have I become one of them?!' But there was good news: at a young age, she could live a life of luxury! Unfortunately... she had reached adulthood and the real daughter was already back at this time!! Thankfully, she had the assistance of "Gossip System #007", allowing her to live freely... or so she believes. But... Where did these clingy, overbearing brothers and overly doting parents come from?? With an adorable big sister to boot!! Her siblings' obsession with her? Totally unexpected. Their constant attention? A bit too much. But hey, at least her life is never boring! Clingy brothers, doting parents, adorable big sister: "...What can we do but be close to you to eat the latest melons!!" Ahem, lil sis, you're just too cute to leave alone! Cute lil sis who is actually a martial master: "..." And somewhere in the background, the forgotten male lead speechlessly sighs: "..." Do I have no value at all? ====== Warning: Do not enter if you dislike "real romance" and only want a strong FL that goes weak in the knees at the sight of ML! That's never gonna happen in my novel! ++++++ A/N: Hehe~ I'm writing this for fun and coz I want a break from this darbed college!! i am not crying, you are!! Anyways, please support it to the fullest!! Ps: Cover is not mine, the owner can contact me via discord! Join the Discord server for upate notifications and more: https://discord.com/invite/Qb86VeyvzP (You need to copy paste the link to your browser.)

The most loved K-pop idol, Lee Yong, had exhausted his creativity and reached a block. When he was frustrated about his inability to write music anymore, the new choreographer entered the company. The flirty perverted choreographer became his muse pretty soon. When he realised his love for the choreographer, he denied it for the sake of his career. When the adorable man confessed first, he rejected the choreographer cruelly. But later, he did not want to see his man being pursued by others, and he was determined to get his man back. Choi Haneul hid all his schemes and revenge plans under his shameless perverted behaviour as he entered the entertainment company. Taking revenge was his main job while being a choreographer was a side hustle. He was attracted to the boyband's leader, and he noticed the leader was also stealing glances filled with desire. Hence he started to crave more than the glances. Choi Haneul closed his heart long back and never wanted to be in a relationship. But he wanted to open his heart to the idol and be in a relationship. With all hope, when he confessed, the idol rejected him cruelly. So what would he do when the charming band leader tried to win him back? Or will he choose his revenge over love which comes with many terms and conditions? While the tug of war was going on between the choreographer and the band leader, band members smartly chose the choreographer’s side and ate melon seeds every day as they watched one drama after another instead of helping their leader. *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to try the steak from that new place. But all the tables are booked for a month. Lee Yong: Surprise! I invited the chef to cook the streak for our first date this Friday. Choi Haneul: I will come to eat, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Our choreographer is the best!!!! *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to watch that new movie. My free time and the movie screening time are not in sync. Too bad! Lee Yong: Surprise! I have already made arrangements. We will watch the movie in my flat for our first date. Choi Haneul: I would like to have cheese popcorn while watching the movie, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Yay!!! We are in for the movie night! *************************** Choi Haneul: I really wanted those dancing boots, but it is out of stock. Lee Yong: I knew you would like it. So I bought it for you. Choi Haneul: Thanks. Let me pay for it. Band member: Ouch, leader! Does it hurt too much???? *************************** Lee Yong: Where are you going all dressed up cutely? Choi Haneul: My first love is coming to the school reunion. I want to meet him. Lee Yong: Well, you are not going anywhere but my bed today. Band members: What?????? *Ding Dong* Choi Haneul: My first love is here to pick me up! Band members: Woooo hooo!!!!! *************************** Join the journey of the stubborn idol and the shameless choreographer to see what they would choose? Will Lee Yong choose love over his career? Will Choi Haneul choose love over his well-crafted revenge? P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s Instagram: lazii_ladii

A strong hum of energy and excitement could be felt. A festive celebration was held once every ten years called KIA in memory of their goddess, who was given the ultimate power, which was used in protecting and fighting for her people in her prime On this day, Necromancers were forbidden to use their powers for even the slightest of things. Everything was to be done manually without the consequence of going against it, which was a painful death. People were talking, flirting, kissing, and dancing to the Hospiko spilling out from the violoncello, harp, and lyre. The synergies made the tone expertly, and the athletes produced sweet melodies by performing on the aulos. The KIA was a gathering that consisted of loads of food which was packed at respective places, Ninos were running around and the teenagers were busy eyeballing one another Visitors get cornered by the papou, who welcomes them by presenting the person with a strip of cotton called "Hida.” They treated the visitors with complete kindness, respect, and generosity. Hog roast grilling and cooking were slowly done under the moonlight of the midnight moon Suddenly, the galloping and whining of horses could be heard, and dust rose from the surface, disrupting the joyous celebration. The chariot of horses( Triga and Quadriga) was driven by the charioteers and swordsmen in armor, who were on the horses while holding their swords high above their head The moon reflected through the swords, and shiny shadows glittered on the ground. Swinging and hitting of swords sounded in the once joyous and serene atmosphere “Protect the land of our birth.” Someone shouted in the large crowd The firing of poisonous arrows sent his victims to a slow death. The smell of burning grass huts, slitting of throats with the aid of their swords, axes, and other killing weapons CRises of children and shouts of women who were trying to protect and hide their children could be heard shouts of men and youth defending their territory from the sudden turns of events and unprepared war shook the earth; blood split everywhere and flowed like a river “KYLIA Run! RUN!! RUN!!! And don't turn back and never let them get to you!” Leah shouted, trying to push her daughter away as she fought with one of the men but her daughter kept holding onto her as she also tried to help her mother

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

They call me a demon, a monster, the disgrace of the gods. Funny, isn’t it? The same beings who tore my life to shreds now grovel at my feet, begging for mercy. Mercy? Hah! I’ve forgotten what that feels like. Back then I was the lively son of the great God of War, dreaming of glory and honor. But dreams are fragile things, easily shattered under the boots of those who think themselves untouchable. They made me their plaything, broke me, hunted me like a dog, took my smile. But I don’t break. No, I thrive. I laugh. I destroy. Now, I sit on the ruins of their golden thrones, wearing a smile they’ll never forget. Kind gods? Just ones? No, the gods are cruel. And I? I am the God of Gods. Their nightmare. Their end. I am the God of Amusement New chapters every Wednesday and Saturday.

Kei is an average person. In every possible way, Kei is normal. Mudane. Average. Listless. He graduates high school, gets accepted into university, and discovers the harrowing scene of one of his fellow classmate's neck slit open.

You are not scared," his deep voice asked. "Why would I be I love every little detail about you, even those sharp scary fangs " she laughed. "No one who has seen me like this has ever stayed "Xavier's voice carried a hint of pain. "Your playing with fire Liana and I don't want to hurt you," he said. Liana kissed him, "Xavier your appearance won't scare me cause I don't care how you look. Call me crazy or stupid but I won't care cause all I see is a man who makes me feel something I never felt with any man," she said. His eyes narrowed into slits, she gasped as a feeling of fear and excitement filled her. Cold dangerous air seemed to fill the room but Liana's focus was on Xavier. "Liana " he sweetly called her name. Huffing she looked up at him. "are you going all the way with me " She nodded biting her lower lip seductively. His body pressed down on hers as he found his way into her.

It all came all of a sudden. My father got remarried. And I got myself a sister. "Wait! My stepmother is kind. And rather rich." "My sister is the idol; I had always liked her for so long." [Just as a fan.] "And with that, my high school life took a massive turn." [I am a reincarnator and a genius to boot with an artist system.] [So, what do you think?] [Welcome to my story.]