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In a dystopian future where Vampires emerged from the shadows in order to stop humanity from becoming extinct, a young woman with a dark past meets a charismatic stranger. As time goes by Private Love Aikawa of military Unit 4-7, finds that she may not be as human as she first thought. Battling rogue vampires, mutated creatures and her own past, Love works to unravel the mysteries behind the secretive Helsing unit, and tries to become the bridge between humans and vampires in a world filled with discrimination. This novel starts intentionally slow through the exposition and the early world and character building, BUT everything kicks into gear after the turning point in the latter half of Volume 1, and especially Volume 2, where the tone of the novel shifts. So, I hope you stick with it and enjoy the wild ride! I also added some song recommendations along the way to listen to whilst you read certain chapters, I hope this helps boost the experience. Public Spotify playlist titles (all under the name LouLou): TLAR - Book 1 TLAR - Book 2 TLAR - Book 3 TLAR - A Fire in Their Wake This is rated 'No one under 17 permitted' for (very) mature themes, including drug use, SA, LGBTQ+ discrimination, very frequent strong language, violence etc. Please note that no storyline is chosen for shallow shock value, and most are taken from personal experience, and hopefully handled with the care, respect and sensitivity they deserve. Disclaimers are added against any chapter that may cause distress. The majority of Volume 1, in a different order and edited as a full novel is available free on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Loulou2

This is not a love story. There is no romance between a mafia and his prisoner. There is only obsession. Hatred. And revenge. No tenderness. No sympathy. Just two broken creatures clawing at each other inside a cage of madness. In this world, love doesn’t survive. It gets devoured. ... Isolde Veyra, daughter of a once-prominent political family, is released from prison on parole. But her freedom is no gift it’s a trap. To atone for her past, she is forced by a mysterious detective named Lucien to infiltrate a dark entertainment house called Velvet Cage, the secret stronghold of his most wanted target: Severin, a ruthless mafia kingpin untouched by the law. Isolde’s mission seems simple—find proof of Severin’s crimes, then escape. But everything begins to crumble when Severin, a man driven by obsession and violence, sees her as the reflection of a woman from his past. The deeper Isolde sinks into his world, the more she realizes she’s not the first woman Lucien has sent—he’s sent many before her, and all of them have died at Severin’s hands without leaving a trace. To survive, Isolde has only one option is deceive the monster. But when lies turn into attachment, and the disguise becomes dependence, she must choose to be the next victim, or become the queen of Severin’s hell.

In a world reborn from catastrophe, humanity's survival depends on the System. Everyone has a role—Guardian, Sorcerer, Warrior—everyone but Lin Yu. Waking from a decades-long coma with no memories, a botched integration into the System left him a "Zero"—powerless, skill-less, and outcast. His only job is to be a "Pack Mule," hauling loot for hunters who despise him, a living ghost in a world of legendary heroes. His only solace is Su Wan, a kind-hearted Warrior whose simple gesture of holding his hand through the chaotic dimensional Gates is the one thing he can count on. But one act of bitter jealousy shatters everything. A forbidden hex, a broken connection—and Lin Yu is flung not into a familiar, safe Layer, but into a primordial hellscape where death is a certainty. Left to bleed out under an alien sky, something long-dormant and broken within him finally awakens. A glitched screen, a sarcastic voice in his head, and a single, god-like skill: Imitate. He can copy any power he sees, but mastering it will require a trial of blood and fire unlike any other. The price of power is steep, but the cost of weakness is death. To survive, he must not just hunt—he must become the ultimate predator. He entered the Door a Zero. He will return a Monarch. ________________________________________ A Note From the Author This story is a journey of progression and power, blending elements of LitRPG, portal fantasy, and cultivation. Here’s a quick guide to what you can find inside: What to Expect: A Weak-to-Strong Protagonist A Hard Magic System (LitRPG-Lite) Intense Training and Grinding Found Family and Meaningful Romance High-Stakes Combat World-Hopping and Exploration What NOT to Expect: An Instantly Overpowered MC: A Quick Return A Story Focused on Politics or Guild Management Shallow Relationships A "Nice Guy" Protagonist ________________________________________ A new chapter everyday!

——— 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.

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

In a modern world where shifters exist alongside humans, the serpent, wolf, and dragon clans remain the most powerful and well-known. Bai Woorim, a descendant of the elite white snake clan, lives a life of wealth, indulgence, and fleeting relationships. Known for his charm and his carelessness, he has never taken anything seriously not even the people he claimed to love. After a long-term girlfriend ends their relationship in tears, Woorim finally begins to reflect on the damage he has caused. For the first time in his life, he admits to himself that he does not know how to love. He steps away from his usual life of clubs, parties, and shallow friendships, seeking peace and clarity in the quiet. His mother, who has always spoiled him but hoped he would change, encourages him to face his mistakes and try to become someone better. While trying to rebuild, Woorim meets a young man from the wolf clan. The stranger is sharp-eyed, cold, and difficult to approach, but Woorim senses something familiar in him. The scent, the gaze, the quiet presence, all of it feels like something from a distant dream. The wolf seems to know him, yet treats him like a stranger. Woorim does not believe in fate, but something about this meeting unsettles him. As their paths continue to cross, he begins to suspect that this wolf may be more than he appears. And although Woorim has hurt many in the past, this time, he may be the one who is left behind.

#Action #Aventure #Romance #comédien #Parole et Motivation #Sci fi #Faible Fort et Plus Fort #Puissance #Combat #Détermination *Évolution #Technologie #Invention et Innovation Acteur principal : Kairos le samouraï Acteur majeur :Martine Pedro,Bella Zena, Jackson nectar, Champlain 1er, Oscar venas, Blaze Eddy

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits - and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks. In the beginning, Quinlan was painfully weak and alone but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... After writing over 750 chapters, here’s what you should know: 1. About the beginning: The early chapters are a bit rough. I'm not saying that it's horrible, in fact, I believe the story to be very enjoyable right from chapter 1. But, at the end of the day, this is my first original novel, and I stumbled in some areas, especially with the MC's attitude. He's too reserved and occasionally too "simpy" with the first female lead. However, the MC grows into a confident, powerful, and composed figure. No long-term cringe. He becomes the kind of MC you want to root for. 2. Quinlan’s morality: He’s not a cruel, sadistic villain. Most of the time, he won't even be acting like a real villain, only when pushed to the limit. Meaning he won't torture puppies or civilians for fun while cackling manically. However, he’s greedy, shameless, and opportunistic. If the lives of his loved ones are at stake and he can only save them by burning a city with innocents inside down, he’ll do it. He's ruthless toward strangers when necessary, but doesn't delight in cruelty. 3. Regarding slaves: Yes, Quinlan becomes a slave master. However, he treats all his women—free or enslaved—with care and respect. 4. More than smut: Every love interest has a real story, a real presence. No girl will be left behind. As of Chapter 750, Quinlan has 7 lovers and a few more "in-development" love interests. This is not a "catch them all" story, adding one girl every 20 chapters. I prefer harems made up of girls with richly developed characters over giant harems full of shallow ladies. Quality over Quantity. 5. Balanced storytelling: My aim was to create a work where romance, action, and slice-of-life blend together naturally. There’s high-stakes action, power progression, romantic developments, comedy, and some chill downtime to let both the characters and the readers breathe. 6. Weak-to-Strong Progression: Quinlan will become OP. But he rises slowly, not overnight. His journey will hopefully feel earned. 7. Not every female character listed in the fandom is a love interest: Some women are important to the plot but are not part of the harem or a planned to be, such as his two mothers. 8. No Yuri. No NTR. That's it, thank you for taking your chance on my novel! I'll make a promise to you, showing how much I believe you'll love the novel if you get over the somewhat bumpy beginning! If you read 750 chapters and hate the story even after investing so much time into it, then you may burn me alive!

“Justice is just a story... written by those who won.” Lucian Veylor was executed as a villain. But what if he was the only one who ever saw the truth? Now, reborn in an empire on the brink of collapse—where heroes are staged, and weakness is erased—Lucian awakens with the Villain System: a sentient interface that thrives on fear, control, and calculated dominance. This isn’t revenge. It’s redirection. He sees the narrative. He understands the rules. And he will overwrite them—line by line. Power? He’ll carve his own throne. Enemies? He’ll use them as tools. Truth? He’ll twist it into a blade. In a world that worships false heroes and shallow justice, Lucian will rise as the ultimate contradiction— the villain who tells the truth... and rewrites the world in silence.

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

This is not a story about collecting girls like Pokémon or about a hero with no soul. My protagonist was born broken، but not dead. Sartor is a voiceless boy trapped in a crumbling body, in a mansion haunted by secrets and silence. When a strange healer arrives, old scars tear open، and something beneath begins to move. In a world ruled by hidden strings and forgotten sins, Sartor isn’t just waking up، he’s becoming something they tried to bury. A dark psychological fantasy about trauma, control, and the quiet rebellion of a puppet who dares to cut his strings. “If you're tired of shallow power fantasies... walk deeper.”

A man who is still fighting might look crazy, desperate, shallow even. His unending battle with his very self a vain affair. But what is truly terrifying is a man who's given up. Insanity's incarnate, too sickeningly free in his machinations. What if one such figure ends up driving themselves to their utter limit? what if they end up so deep in the throes of despair that it becomes a part of them? And what if at the end of it all, they ask for respite, for revenge. In a sense, that could be any of us, or even, all of us. Hope is the poison we take willingly, it is the knife we turn within ourselves. It is what makes us, and it will be what remains of us Time, fate, and the very nature of life itself, it haunts us—and surely, it will ruin us. And so, the story went on. A dying world, rotting from within. A boy cursed by it, yearning for freedom.

Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace. Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council’s army, decides to personally apprehend him. “Since when have you been watching me?” Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo’s answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated. “From the very beginning.” Fair Warning to anyone: This is a slow burn. Like a veeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyyy slowwwwwww burrrrrrrnnnnnn. This is action based and romance develops at it's pace. This might end up as the slowest slow burn

He was the heir to Death—hated by the living, his very presence enough to kill. And yet, few valued life more than him. Perhaps that's why Niko wandered the dying world, giving life to those who had none, helping them set things right and finish their stories. He filled the voids in others' hearts...and yet, his own remained forever hollow. Until one day, a quiet soul came seeking his help. Thus, they departed on a wondrous and treacherous journey to save countless souls— —including each other's. -------- What To Expect: - A high fantasy, post apocalyptic world with world building that isn't too shallow but not too overwhelming either. - A story that mixes tragic backstories, visceral scenes and heavy themes with lighthearted character interactions, emotional growth and heartfelt character moments. - Silent characters who interact with small, meaningful actions and subtle gestures instead of words. - A protagonist that wields great power but risks a heavy price upon its every use, often forcing him to get creative about when and how he uses it. -------- Content Notice: This story contains themes of grief, loss, healing, and the burden of power. While it also features lighthearted and heartwarming moments, there are occasional intense and disturbing scenes, as well as some horror elements. Please read at your own pace. (Cover art by me :D )

> Every 24 hours, his power doubles. Abandoned in the outer sect with no background, no master, and no talent, Lin Xun was expected to rot in obscurity. But when a mysterious pulse awakens inside him—he begins to grow. Not gradually. Not linearly. **Exponentially.** One day of growth is a step. Two days is a leap. By day thirty... he stands on the edge of transcendence. But in a world that fears anomalies and crushes potential before it blooms, Lin Xun knows better than to reveal his strength. He hides. Learns. Evolves. All while buried deep beneath the Clear Spring Sect in a sealed, forgotten chamber. Now, he returns—stronger than anyone can imagine, yet still unknown to even himself. > “If a single step can shake mountains… what happens when I start running?” --- #### **What to Expect:** * **A grounded, rational protagonist** with sharp emotional control and terrifying growth. * **Deep worldbuilding**, hidden sect secrets, and layered mysteries unfolding across hundreds of chapters. * **A unique cultivation system**: The *Doubling Dao* is not inherited. It is **becoming**. * **No shallow systems. No easy fights.** Every move is calculated. Every choice is survival. * **A calm intensity** in every chapter. The silence is not weakness—it is warning. ——— **Title:** *Limitless Growth: Doubling Dao* **Genres:** Eastern Fantasy • Cultivation • Rational MC • Slow Burn Mystery • Exponential Power **Tags:** Overpowered Protagonist • Sect Life • Hidden Identity • Dao Comprehension • No Harem #### **Author’s Note:** This is a **rebuilt version** of the novel. Previous drafts have been taken down for a full rewrite. If you’ve read it before—welcome back. If you’re new—get ready. The real story starts now.

Through the depths of the stones and highest of the dancing celestial bodies, the landscape bloomed magnificently; though the bright shell of the earth only further extenuated the long shadows of the land hiding the darkest skeletons in the most shallow parts of its closet. The darkest skeleton hidden in this world’s closet was a man; a man imprisoned at the ocean floor, cursed to live with the consequences of his actions far after Humanities disappearance. He is just another victim of one of the many crimes prevalent in this world in any era: The crime of a story going unfinished, not in a natural way, but being forcibly executed all to further push the life of his own till the pages overflow. please give this a chance. I'm not good at summaries yes I changed the name again. fight me

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Aren was reincarnated into a world overflowing with mana — where magic is everything, but understanding is shallow. While the people of this world rely solely on mana to cast spells, Aren sees the gaps in their knowledge. To him, magic isn't just power — it's a system that can be rebuilt. Drawing from forgotten forces like quantum energy, resonance, and dimensional flow, Aren begins crafting an entirely new form of magic — one born not from tradition, but from logic and invention.

Une Mini série documentaire développant chaque saison un nouveau personnage, une nouvelle histoire, un nouveau contexte. Genre : Documentaire historique dramatique Public cible : Adolescents (à partir de 14 ans), adultes, enseignants, passionnés d’histoire et de mémoire. Personnage principal : Nom : Émile Morange Âge : 14 ans Ville : Caen, Normandie (une des villes les plus touchées par la guerre, notamment durant le Débarquement de 1944) Famille : Mère : Suzanne Morange (couturière à domicile) Père : Henri Morange (instituteur mobilisé puis porté disparu en 1940) Frère aîné : Jean Morange (20 ans, résistant, souvent absent) Petite sœur : Lison Morange (8 ans, fragile, asthmatique) Résumé du documentaire : La guerre vue d’un enfant – Une est un documentaire immersif raconté à travers les souvenirs, les carnets et les dessins d’un enfant de 14 ans, Émile Morange, habitant de Caen pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Ce documentaire retrace l’impact quotidien de la guerre sur les enfants, la peur constante des bombardements, la faim, la perte de repères, et l’effondrement de l’enfance dans le bruit des bottes et des bombes. À travers des reconstitutions visuelles poignantes, des extraits animés de son journal intime, et des interviews . Extraits de narration (voix off – Émile adulte) : > "Les adultes criaient, couraient. Moi, je regardais les murs tomber. Ce jour-là, j'ai compris que la guerre n'était pas un film." > "Lison disait qu’on allait revoir papa. Elle dessinait sa main tenant la sienne. Je n’ai jamais osé lui dire qu’il ne reviendrait pas." > "Je notais tout, chaque son, chaque lumière. J’écrivais parce que j’avais peur d’oublier. Et oublier, c’était peut-être mourir." --- Style visuel : Animation des pages du journal d’Émile, entrecoupée de photos d’archives et de scènes reconstituées. Bande-son douce, mais poignante, à base de piano et violon. Esthétique sombre mais réaliste : tons désaturés, brume, pluie, poussière. Objectifs pédagogiques et émotionnels : Montrer les conséquences humaines de la guerre au-delà des chiffres. Donner la parole aux enfants, souvent oubliés dans les récits de guerre. Créer une identification chez les jeunes spectateurs d’aujourd’hui. la chaîne youtube : www.youtube.com/@ezema_creation. crée par EZEMA Stevy Valentin. le site web est bientôt disponible ... vous pouvez retrouvé toute les œuvres Ezema série originale et plein d'autres écrivains sur un seul endroit.

The battlefield was silent. The embers of war had long since faded, leaving only scorched earth and broken bodies in their wake. In the heart of it all, a man stood with a blade buried deep in his chest, his dark heart impaled. His breath was shallow, his gaze distant, as if staring beyond the veil of this world. Kezess—once a ruler, once a tyrant, once a man who had brought nothing but ruin. Now, his story was over. Or so it should have been. Reborn in a fractured empire, Raizen Helios walks a path shaped by memories of a life long past. No longer the monster that once stood above all, he now fights for something beyond himself. His family, his people, the fleeting peace that could crumble at any moment. But the past is never truly buried. Whispers of old grudges, schemes woven in the shadows, and enemies waiting for the right moment to strike—history threatens to repeat itself. And when war comes again, when the abyss calls for another sacrifice, Raizen will have to decide. Will he fall once more? Or will he finally break free?

You know what’s funny? These days, every so-called villain story is the same. Some guy gets betrayed, turns cold, starts playing 5D chess with people’s lives, acts heartless—but deep down, he’s always the victim. Always wearing that mask of pain to justify why he’s screwing others over. It’s become a trend. If he’s not manipulating the heroines, crushing the hero under his boots, and pretending like he’s saving the world by destroying it, people say he’s not a real villain—just another edgy antihero. But me? I don’t see villains like that. To me, a villain is just… a human. A man who’s kind when he chooses to be, cruel when he has to be. He’s not trying to prove anything to the world—he just refuses to be someone else’s puppet. And yeah, sometimes that means breaking rules, breaking trust, even breaking people. This story? It’s not about redemption or pity. It’s about a man the world calls a villain, but who’s just doing what he must to survive in a world that was never fair to begin with. He plays fate like a rigged game. The heroines? Destined for someone else? He rewrites that. Make them love him... because he can. The ‘son of heaven’? He crushes him, not for glory—but to show the heavens he’s not below them. Yeah, he lies. Makes promises he never plans to keep. He takes what he wants, even if it means tearing down everything in his way—including love. But if you look a little closer… beneath all that chaos and manipulation… there’s a heart. Not soft. Not perfect. But real. This isn’t the story of a man trying to be a villain. This is the story of a man who stopped pretending to be one. In this story, the heroines will feel. Really feel. Not just cry on cue or exist to fall in love—they’ll ache, rage, doubt, hope. And the villain? He’ll feel too. But not in the way that makes him soft or fragile. No, his emotions make him terrifying. He doesn’t run from what he feels—he owns it. Wields it. Turns it into fuel. So when he falls for someone, it’s not a weakness—it’s a warning. Because once he decides he wants her, he’ll make sure she falls too. Not by luck. Not by fate. By design. That’s the difference. He doesn’t fall in love hoping to be loved back. He falls in love, and then bends her world until it becomes inevitable. And no, he won’t save her out of pity. He’ll destroy anyone who touches what’s his—but never out of mercy. His pity is saved for people who were too shallow to understand him in the first place. See, this villain isn’t the typical archetype. He’s not cold for the sake of being cold. He’s not pretending to be empty inside. He feels more than anyone else—more than the heroines, more than the so-called heroes. That’s what makes him dangerous. He can love deeper. Hurt harder. Manipulate smarter. And that’s why he has to be just a little more ruthless than them all. Because in a world that demands you hide your heart to survive—he doesn’t hide it. He sharpens it. TAGS— Villain MC, Antihero, R-18, Dark, Manipulative Protagonist, Netorare (NTR), Smut, Possessive Male Lead, Yandere, Harem, Reverse NTR, Mature, Psychological, Cold Protagonist, Revenge, No Redemption, Scheming MC, Ruthless MC, Obsession, Overpowered MC, Seduction, Love and Betrayal, Dark Romance, Emotional Manipulation, Heartbreak, Love-Hate Relationship, Power Play, Mind Games, Tragic Past, Slow Burn, Dominant Male Lead, Twisted Love, Alpha Male, Dark Fantasy, System, Morally Grey MC, Complex Relationships, Red Flags, Gaslighting, Unforgivable Actions, Villainous Love Interest, Control, Domination, Ambiguous Morality, Forbidden Romance, MILFs

# COURSE APRÈS L'ÉPOUSE Su Wan avait aimé Jing Chen pendant dix ans, et elle avait été mariée à lui pendant deux ans. Jing Chen avait toujours été le mari, que ce soit en privé ou en public. Il se souvenait de leur anniversaire et préparait des cadeaux pour elle à chaque occasion spéciale. Elle était la prunelle de ses yeux, et il la traitait comme un trésor précieux. Il aimait son corps au point qu'on pourrait dire qu'il en était obsédé. Cependant, seule Su Wan savait que Jing Chen jouait le rôle du mari parfait parce qu'il était un homme de parole. Elle n'oublierait jamais ce qu'il lui avait dit lorsqu'ils se sont mariés, "Je peux t'épouser, mais j'ai déjà quelqu'un que j'aime. Notre mariage durera trois ans. Trois ans plus tard, c'est toi qui proposeras le divorce à Grand-père." Donc, pour leur deuxième anniversaire, lorsque Jing Chen sortit les papiers du divorce et les mit devant elle, Su Wan ne fut pas surprise. Elle cacha secrètement son test de grossesse. "Bien que ce ne soit pas encore trois ans comme promis, Bai Lian est de retour. Je peux me rattraper auprès de toi," dit Jing Chen. Su Wan acquiesça calmement, "D'accord." "Tu seras celle qui demandera le divorce à Grand-père. Dis-lui que tu as déjà quelqu'un que tu aimes. Même si Grand-père ne veut pas être d'accord, il ne te rejettera pas," dit Jing Chen. Su Wan hocha la tête, "Compris, mais... est-il nécessaire de divorcer ? Et si je disais que nous avons un bébé ?" Jing Chen répondit, "Su Wan, il n'y a pas de si dans mon monde. J'ai toujours pris des mesures contraceptives. Même s'il y a vraiment un accident, je m'assurerai qu'il disparaisse. Je ne laisserai pas ce risque derrière moi." Le jour de son mariage, le bébé de Su Wan est né prématurément. Su Wan a été impliquée dans un accident de voiture, et la scène était remplie de sang. Allongée dans une mare de sang, Su Wan tenait son ventre fermement, désespérée de le protéger. Plus tard, il y eu des rumeurs disant que Jing Chen avait abandonné sa mariée ce jour-là. Il tenait le corps froid de son ex-femme pendant une semaine entière, ne permettant pas qu'il soit enterré. Jing Chen avait perdu la raison. Jusqu'au jour où, un jour, Su Wan passa à côté de lui avec deux adorables bébés...

dissappearances? suddenly forgot? de'javu?my dear it ain't coincidence, what you saw in your dreams might be someone else's story... might be your past story..did that happened right now?

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Eighteen-year-old Mei Aihara has always been invisible—bullied, used, and forgotten by the world around her. In her second year of high school, her only light is the quiet admiration she holds for Riku Kurose, the school's most popular boy. But when Mei finally confesses her feelings, Riku accepts... only to use her and toss her aside. Devastated, Mei cries out to the heavens for an answer—and wakes up the next morning in Riku's body. Now trapped in the life of the very boy who broke her heart, Mei must navigate his world of secrets, pressure, and shallow popularity. But as she uncovers the pain Riku hides, she begins to understand the truth behind his cruelty. Can love still bloom from betrayal when you’re living in the other’s skin? A tender and emotional story about heartbreak, empathy, and second chances—Me In You is a bittersweet body-swap romance that asks what it really means to understand someone.

Amara is raised in the human world, in the perfect family, in the best environment. But fate surely knows how to play the game. In the midst of her peaceful life comes the painful truth. She was transmigrated in a world where “Impossibility” certainly don’t exist. She was force to accept reality that she was the reincarnation of the strongest guardian, the master of the Dragon. The purpose of her existence is to protect the kingdom, to balance the irregularities, to prevent the shallow darkness in occupying the world of innocence. But….. How can a girl who has a change of fate, save the world? Will she ever accept this tragedy of a life with no choices to live? Will she successfully unfold the hidden truth hiding beneath these unpleasant lies? **************** MAIN TAGS: Transmigration, reincarnation, eastern fantasy UPDATE SCHEDULE: 1-2 chapter per week (I can’t probably do much since this is my first time writing plus currently studying in college) Chapter Length: 1,500-2,000 words

Synopsis 1: What came first? The chicken or the egg? Those questions were one of the most mystical and debated topics to have ever existed. Pulling in the most narrow-minded people to fistfight and barrages of spit lacquering everything around. But that wasn't of any concern to Fu Wen. Such thoughts were lost to him for now. Snagging his attractive neighbor was just one of Fu Wen's accomplishment at the moment. So he was having a great day—no, the PERFECT day, rather. Because not only had he the fruits of six months bore a hot boyfriend. Tonight, he's gonna warm up bed for the first time in his life. But of course, a perfect day doesn't include accidents. But it also does not include that the said perfect day was just a hatched plan to make it seem perfect. For all the imagination he had in mind, Fu Wen never expected death. Synopsis 2: No one knows whether death was truly the end. The beginning. Or simply the void itself. Fu Wen's definition never had any of that. Having been ensnared in the pits of debts, such philosophical outlook was really unneeded. But now that he died, one thing that Fu Wen has proved is that life exist. Magic exist. And to make it even better, local folks here were like morsels. Something to salivate at. The only problem is that he isn't up to par to strike a conversation with them. Synopsis 3: Fu Wen never played games. Well, he did. But working to settle all the unwarranted debts burdening his teenage life to his mid-twenties made him forget the essence of that word. But now that he died, Fu Wen considered that the floating words must be his retribution for not playing games at all. Ah, absurd. Fat chance. A shallow reason and a shallow depiction of life. Fu Wen died and reincarnated for a reason. He didn't know why, but when he finds out what for and with whom, a variety of splendid and macabre words would overflow his mouth. For starters, fuck it. Girthier than Zou Yun's.

* BOOK IS NO LONGER RECEIVING UPDATES * Reborn into a frail body in a low-tier orphanage, Kai awakens not to divine prophecy, but to a broken bed and a memory of power. Once hailed as the Hero of a Thousand Styles, he now ranks as nothing more than a Martial Novice—his strength capped, his Ki shallow, his reality-shattering techniques unrecognized by his system. But Kai has never relied on others to define him. With each stat point earned through grueling quests and hidden techniques, Kai claws his way back from obscurity. In a society ruled by Martial Saints and Ki-drenched tyrants, he will rise not as a chosen one, but as a self-forged blade—quiet, sharp, and inevitable. No clan. No bloodline. Only his fists. Only his will. Only the reality he’s about to break.

The Vikings lived in the lands of snow and ice, in what we now call Scandinavia, and in that harsh climate an even harsher people were born, their exploits are still talked about to this day over twelve hundred years later. And in those lands our protagonist was born, during the time we call the Viking age. (Around 800ce to 1000ce) an age of piracy, bravery, war, love, compassion, and betrayal. And a race for eternal glory. The year strikes 803ce a mere child flees into the woodlands of Scandinavia, as his family had been butchered by a fierce warrior. He lived for years in the forest to one day take his revenge upon the man who had slain his family. But what will he do after he had gotten his revenge, will he find a new path to walk on or will he walk astray? ------------------------------------------------------------------- [Haven't found an appropriate cover so you'll have to live with this one]

“How could you ever do that to me?” I wept like a maniac, “You promised that I will always be safe with you. That you will always be the one I would have beside me, no matter how bad the situation gets. That you will never let me down?” But oh my aching heart, his eyes were cold, nowhere in those deep eyes I could see any remorse, nor any pain or guilt of the tragedy he caused me. Only showing how shallow his words have been since the past 6 years. All of that was a lie, all my love was engulfed by a snake, who never really loved me, never! “Answer me?” I demanded “When did I ever cheat on you? When did I ever let you go, when did I stop fighting for us? Was it me who cheated? Was it you who loved me despite that?” “I do not understand a single word you are saying. Trust me, I have never cheated on you. Why would I do so? And who on earth told you it was me who did this?” “Enough with the manipulations Anurag. Enough!” —- Anurag Rahi, a guy who I met online, 6 years ago and we instantly became best friends, to lovers, and that’s when all the trouble began. This might seem like some ordinary love drama, but is a story based on real events, is my own life story, the events that will be the death of me, about how poisonous people can be, about why it is the best to just let people go, why loneliness is a gift, and a journey towards healing, or my deathbed.