Laced Traduction

Emily Smith, a 22-year-old history student from a university in Los Angeles, accidentally travels back to 13th-century England. She unknowingly enters a strange "Fate Correction System" and is sent into an ancient legend as the female lead. According to the system, the original owner of this world shares the same name as Emily. She was an unloved noblewoman, and according to fate, she was supposed to have a one-night affair with the most powerful Duke of England, Edmund de Montfort, on a full moon night. This led to an unexpected pregnancy and her expulsion from her family. Five years later, she was to return with her genius son, going through some struggles before reconciling with the Duke, eventually being treated like a queen. However, due to a system malfunction, the original owner learned about her fate in advance and deliberately avoided the Duke, disrupting the balance of the world. Therefore, Emily was tasked with fixing this. The system arranged for Emily to be sent to the night when she was supposed to meet the Duke — after a grand castle banquet. According to the plan, she would mistakenly enter the wrong room after drinking wine laced with aphrodisiac herbs. An hour later, as the system watched Emily lying on the bed, flushed with color, it asked, "Host, when will you carry out your mission?" Emily replied slowly, "Wait, let me first get used to the clothes of this era... This corset is killing me." Five hours later, the system, seeing Emily finally get up, urged, "Host, it’s not too late! The Duke is in the tower next door, his door isn’t locked because of a broken lock. You need to go now!" Emily casually pushed open the door next door, and found herself face to face with Edmund de Montfort, the Duke, who was handling estate matters under candlelight. The system was excited: "Go for it, Host!" Edmund furrowed his brow, coldly saying, "Who are you? How dare you break into my private chamber?" Emily looked at the plate of delicate honey cakes on his desk and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva. "I’m your wife, five years from now." "I’ve answered your question. Can I have a reward now? A piece of cake, the one on your left, it looks so sweet." Edmund hesitated for a moment before nodding and ringing a bell to summon a servant. "Bring another plate of honey cakes, the best ones." The system: "…" Edmund couldn’t forget the mysterious woman who had broken into his room. At a grand royal ball, they met again. This time, Emily was drunk and staggered over, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. Edmund smirked: "Is this some trick of ‘catching me by pretending to be weak’?" Before long, Emily’s little brother appeared, apologizing and trying to pull her away. "Sorry, Duke de Montfort, my sister recently... um... has a strange condition where she believes she's a forest animal and wants to hug tall people for warmth." Edmund was silent for a moment. "It’s fine. I’ll reluctantly endure it." Little brother: "Are you sure?" Edmund: "Yes." An hour later… "Miss Emily, could you wake up?" "My legs are numb." "…" After giving up on Emily for a while, the system returned to fix the aftermath. But it discovered something unexpected: Emily’s biased noble parents were no longer biased and had completely turned into doting parents. The originally villainous younger brother did not go down an evil path but instead became the most popular court poet. The original cannon fodder female antagonist had become Emily's sister, and they were running a business together in harmony. As for the male lead, Duke Edmund, he had long since embraced his beautiful wife, pampering her like a treasure. The entire medieval world ran smoothly with no signs of collapse. System: "How did she do it? By eating, sleeping, and modern-day ideas??" Modern American girl’s laid-back life vs. the high-and-cold Duke’s broken persona. The original world fell apart, and in the new world, everyone got a fresh start.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Lu Lijun ! que fais-tu ? Chut ! Laisse-moi voir où ce salaud t'a touchée, dit-il en remettant la mèche de cheveux derrière son oreille, personne n'est autorisé à toucher ma femme. JE...NE...SUIS...PAS...TA...FEMME. Ose le dire à nouveau et en un rien de temps, tu te verras sur ce lit sous moi...et je veillerai à ce que tu ne puisses pas te reposer une seule minute, jusqu'au matin. À vingt ans, Jiang Yuyan a épousé son amour Lu Qiang, un héritier de l'une des familles d'affaires les plus puissantes de la capitale. Tragiquement, quelques mois plus tard, un incident malheureux a coûté la vie à son mari. Une série d'incidents incompréhensibles a obligé Jiang Yuyan à épouser son beau-frère Lu Lijun, plus jeune qu'elle. Son nouveau mariage ne signifiait rien de plus pour elle qu'un acte pour protéger les personnes qu'elle aimait. Elle prévoyait de quitter la famille Lu après que Lu Lijun soit devenu indépendant et de passer le reste de sa vie avec les souvenirs de Lu Qiang qu'elle a chéris pendant toutes ces années, mais cela s'est avéré être un vœu pieux. Son beau-frère, Lu Lijun, se rend compte qu'il est amoureux d'elle et veut qu'elle soit sa femme. Que se passera-t-il lorsqu'il lui confessera ses sentiments, sachant qu'elle ne l'acceptera jamais ? Sera-t-il capable de la faire tomber amoureuse de lui ? Son cœur se réveillera-t-il à nouveau ? Ici, vous lirez deux histoires d'amour différentes avec la même héroïne, car l'histoire a deux héros. Lien Discord - Donné dans les chapitres. Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mynovel.20/ Groupe FB - Romans de mynovel20 Note - Ceci n'est pas une traduction mais une œuvre originale écrite par l'auteur mynovel20.

Grace Harper has always been an outsider—raised in a wolf pack that never truly accepted her, adopted by an alpha with too many secrets. When her ex-boyfriend leaves her for his mate and the truth of her adoption comes to light, Grace knows she has to leave… or die trying. But her path to freedom slams into the Lycan King. Cold, powerful, and burdened by the ghosts of a past he refuses to share, Caine doesn’t want Grace in his world. He doesn’t believe she belongs in any world but her own. And yet, with fate tethering their souls, his control begins to crack. Grace never asked for his protection. She never asked to want him, either. But something ancient is waking, and the deeper she dives into the truth of her past, the more she realizes: maybe she was never meant to be free. Maybe she was meant to change everything. Starting with him. ---- *Grace of a Wolf* is the slightly unhinged romance between a human girl with inconvenient human morals and her mildly sociopathic fated mate—who also happens to be the Lycan King and has the emotional intelligence of a rock. Thankfully, their dangerously magnetic bond is (barely) balanced by found family chaos, a buttload of magic, and a fated mate connection that might actually kill her if they touch. Oops. Just when you think you’re reading *yet another werewolf story*, the plot and worldbuilding sneak up behind you with claws, teeth, and actual stakes. It’s slow-burn, emotionally messy, and laced with the kind of tension that could kill—or kiss—you. --- **WARNINGS:** R18: Smutty smut smut. Also, dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery. A **slow burn**, spicy wolf shifter urban fantasy romance with a lot of random plot trying to knot-block everything. When the spice hits, please read responsibly. Thank you~ [WSA 2025 Contest Entry]

Born under a sky laced with fire, Seraphina Rubienne came into the world with eyes the color of molten ruby — and a silence that unsettled even the proudest nobles. Feared. Watched. Never truly embraced. As the only daughter of the powerful House Rubienne, Seraphina lives behind layers of silks and secrets. Her gaze unearths truths others wish to hide. Her thoughts are never fully her own. And though the whispers of prophecy follow her like a ghost, she remains unaware of the storm quietly blooming inside her. But when a mysterious boy arrives at the gates — a traveler cloaked in grace and crowned with sapphire eyes — something ancient stirs within her. The aching behind her gaze begins to burn. The truth she once hid from now calls her forward. He carries secrets. She carries fire. And neither of them are ready for what will awaken between them. In a world ruled by deception and legacy, Seraphina must walk the delicate line between who she was raised to be… and the power she was born to wield. Because light and shadow are not enemies — They are two halves of the same bloom

She remembers him in whispers. He remembers her in silence. And the past remembers them both in blood. In a world where memories slip between lifetimes and the dead never truly rest, detective Yu Bin finds herself haunted by dreams that feel like someone else's pain—and yet far too familiar. Her nights are filled with fragments: fire, betrayal, a blade she once held, and a voice she can’t forget whispering, “I’m sorry.” When a chilling case involving two murdered children resurfaces buried wounds, Yu Bin is forced to confront not only the mystery behind the crime, but also the echo of something far older—a life lost, a love burned, and a betrayal that fractured more than just her heart. Beside her stands Xian Chen, a man who says little, but whose eyes hold centuries of guilt. Their bond is magnetic, volatile, and laced with questions neither dares to answer. Who killed her parents and master in that other life? Why does pain return when the truth stays buried? As the threads of their reincarnated fates unravel, so too do the lies that once rewrote destiny. Because love never forgets. And revenge never sleeps. And sometimes, the only way to heal—is to remember what broke you.

In the realm of Lunaris, unity is a myth… until war makes it real. For centuries, kingdoms, tribes, pirates, and ancient clans stood divided—each guarding their magic, their pride, their wounds. But when a cursed king from the shadows rises to poison the world, they have no choice but to fight as one. At the heart of this alliance stands the Kingdom of Etherion—its warrior king Aerion Vale, his iron-willed brother Kael, and their gifted siblings: the forest-silent Elira, rogue-shadow Zeke, timeweaver Orion, and healer-warrior Lyra. Together, they are more than royalty. They are Etherion’s last line of defense—and Lunaris’ greatest hope. Bound by ancient blood oaths and broken pasts, powerful allies march beside them: Frostwolf Reavers from the ice, Tribes of fire, beast, and moon from the lands, Sky-faring Corsairs from the seas, And dream-shielded mystics from the stars. But across the poisoned sea lies Umbrosia—a twisted kingdom ruled by King Malgareth, whose hunger for dominion summons monsters, undead legions, and generals of nightmare: Veyra the Blood Witch, Grakkor the Bone Knight, and Zynex the Silent Blade. As cities burn and forests bleed, battles ignite from mountaintops to mist-laced rivers. Each chapter unfolds like a war cry—every sibling, every tribe, every blade has a role to play. But victory has a price. And in a war where magic reshapes fate, even the strongest may fall. "Enchanted" is an epic saga of blood, loyalty, and destiny—where legends are born not in prophecy, but in pain, purpose, and power. Will they save Lunaris? Or will the enchanted realm fall into eternal shadow?

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.

"Are you not kidding?" Travis asked, his deep voice laced with disbelief. "You want to get married... today?" Alice's eyes sparkled with mischief as she nodded enthusiastically. But little did Travis know, Alice's intentions were far from innocent. She had been reborn, given a second chance at life after a brutal murder at the hands of her stepsister, Octavia, and her former lover, Grant. With her memories intact, Alice was determined to exact revenge on those who had wronged her. And Travis, the brooding and handsome millionaire, was just the pawn she needed in her game of revenge. As Alice and Travis navigate their whirlwind engagement, secrets and lies begin to unravel. Octavia and Grant are still lurking in the shadows, waiting for their next victim. But Alice is no longer the naive and timid girl she once was. She's been reborn, and she's ready to take back control.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Six years ago, Blake remembered it like it was yesterday. Watching my family being engulfed in flames, screams in the night akin to wailing banshees, and vampires attacked every member of his family with their sharp canines. My father, a strong warrior fighting against terrible evil, told me with hard eyes, “Run, my little brave one. Never look back.” His father pushed me against the forest, and my family died from the vampire attack. I’d been on the run for six years in the underground tunnel; darkness became my world until one day the underground tunnel was discovered by the vampires. They entered the tunnel like a deadly wave, capturing each individuals like me on the run, and I grabbed a sword, and I slashed the golden-masked man in the front. However, the mask didn't break, and the cold eyes stared at me like ice, and the man reached out to grab my thin neck, and he said in a low voice laced with menace, “Young one, you are the first one who dared to attack me openly.” His smile became sinister, and he threw me to the ground with a painful thud to my spine, and his words brought a chill to my heart, but it didn't erase the hate in me. Despite me trembling with fear, I did something bold and outrageous. I spat in his face. – Can Blake, who grew up in the underground tunnel, survive as a tyrant vampire prince’s slave? Come and find out! Read and find out what happens next.

She raised him to protect her. He grew up ready to destroy the world for her. Lilith rules the underworld with cold eyes and a flawless shot. Everyone fears her. No one dares to love her. Except for him. Lucian The boy she saved from a war-torn border. The one she trained to obey, to kill, to survive. Now he’s no longer the boy in her shadow— He’s a man with blood on his hands and only one weakness: her. But love was never part of the plan. She made the rules. He was supposed to follow. Until one night, he saw her in lace—and the beast broke his chains. He’s younger. Wilder. And completely hers. But when loyalty turns into obsession, and kisses taste like warnings— Can the queen control the monster she created?

Diogo Jota was one of Portugal’s brightest football stars—until the world believed he died in a tragic accident. But legends don’t fade. They are reborn. Jota awakens in the body of a ten-year-old boy in a quiet rural village called Penedono. No lights. No stadium. No one knows who he truly is. As he struggles to adjust to a life of poverty, quiet streets, and schoolbooks, the instincts of the pitch still burn within him. Alongside his loving mother and curious little sister Ana, Jota begins his journey again—from dirt fields and local tournaments to a dream that once shook the world. Quietly, patiently, he laces up a pair of old boots, ready to prove that greatness cannot be erased. > He was once a legend. Now he’ll become one again.

[There will be Some Mature Content!!] Reo Steal a SSS-Ranked Pendant and got chase down by a Two Faction Dark Aether and Union In a world where superpowers awakened and monsters emerged, humanity united under one banner. Or so it seemed. The Union, formed to protect the people, became corrupt—doubling taxes, silencing dissent, and ruling the cities with an iron fist. Behind them stood untouchable elites who could do anything they pleased. Opposing them from the shadows is Dark Aether, a villainous group of unmatched strength and twisted ideologies. And caught in between... were the innocent. Reo suffered under both factions. In his final breath, he swore an oath: If I get another chance… I’ll burn both of them to the ground. Reincarnated into a younger body, Reo awakens in a school building, bruised and battered from yet another beating—this time by someone backed by the Union. has been bullying this body A screen flashes before him. [SYSTEM ACQUIRED] [Goddess seducing System] [Could Summon Goddess +1] What starts as a path of vengeance and filled with danger Reo can grow stronger by pleasuring the summoned Goddess and fulfilling The System needs and Make history Carving his Path Being the Fastest Human too have Grown Stronger also having his ability in Reo Past Life Cloning ability A modern-era revenge fantasy laced with power, mystery, and dangerously tempting blessings. The world is 100 times larger than Earth, and so is the scale of betrayal—and the pleasure that comes with vengeance. --- and basically summary Weapon Crafting That Reo stole the body posessing it and Cloning Power was Reo ability in his Past life and The system was not supposed too be in Reo hand's but the SSS-Ranked Pendant he used stole it and possessed the body ultimately getting the system if you want adventures with some +18 that the world is extremely vast People Schemed Different regions that are 20x larger than Earth [Gifts For Extra Chapters :)]

SOUR CANDY A vampire romance novel Liam has always known what he is — a vampire living among humans, faster than any runner on the track team, quieter than the dead. In Eastbridge, he's just the mysterious boy with sharp eyes and a secret only his best friend Harper knows. But when Alex moves into town — sharp-witted, guarded, and unknowingly the son of a vampire hunter — Liam’s carefully constructed world begins to crumble. Alex has heard stories. His father made sure of it. Vampires are monsters. Liars. Killers. The very creatures responsible for his mother’s death. But Alex never expected to fall for one — never expected Liam, with his crooked smile and quiet sadness, to be the boy who makes his heart race and his beliefs unravel. Then comes the bite. A kiss laced with blood. A bond that changes everything. As the connection between them deepens, darker truths begin to surface. Liam’s brother — the very vampire responsible for Alex’s mother’s murder — has returned to Eastbridge. And he's not the only thing hunting in the shadows. Now, caught between love and loyalty, family and fate, Liam and Alex must decide what they’re willing to risk — and who they’re willing to become — to protect each other from the storm that’s coming. Because loving a vampire isn’t supposed to feel like this. Sweet. Addictive. Dangerous. Like sour candy.

**Nuella and Daniel's Journey: A Love That Endured** In a moment laced with emotion and dreams, Daniel proposed — and Nuella said yes. What began as a promise between two hearts quickly blossomed into a love story filled with hope, laughter, and the quiet thrill of planning a future together. But love, even at its purest, does not walk an easy path. As time passed, challenges crept in — whispered doubts, outside interference, and the unspoken wounds that slowly widened the space between them. What once felt unbreakable began to fray, and soon, Nuella and Daniel found themselves on opposite ends of a story they had written together. In the silence that followed their separation, the echoes of their love remained. Through reflection, forgiveness, and a determination to understand rather than walk away, they found their way back to each other — not as the same people, but as stronger, wiser versions of themselves. Their reconciliation was not a return to the past but a leap forward into a future forged through truth, growth, and grace. *Nuella and Daniel’s journey is a testament to love’s resilience — how even when tested by pain and threatened by forces beyond their control, a genuine connection can endure. But as new faces and deeper trials begin to stir, will their love remain strong enough to survive the storm ahead?*

Traduction (EN)

“He was the chaos in the classroom. She was the calm between questions.” At a bustling high school tucked somewhere between dusty chalkboards and whispered ambitions, two toppers clash silently in every test, every rank, every glance. Izhaan — charming, brilliant, and a bit unruly — has always been the center of attention. Darakhsha — graceful, disciplined, and razor-sharp — arrives like a storm wrapped in silence. As they rise through the academic grind of class 9, an unspoken rivalry forms—fiery, tense, and laced with something neither of them is ready to admit. But behind every mark sheet and stolen glance lies a story far bigger than school competitions. A story of growth, trust, silent longing... and a journey where two hearts may just rewrite their destinies. Takraar Se Taqdeer Tak is a tender coming-of-age tale that captures the magic of school life, the quiet intensity of first emotions, and the strength it takes to choose your own path—even when the world draws lines in places it shouldn’t.

The world ended. Then the gods tried to fix it. They made Menystria. It didn’t help. Once, three gods—James the Sun, Noah the Moon, and Evodil the devouring Chaos—built a city above the dead Earth to escape everything they ruined. But centuries later, the curse has lifted, humans are returning, magic breathes again and old truths are crawling back into the light. Evodil, shadow-bound god of hate and apathy, now drinks bitter coffee in a mountain observatory. Not a hero, barely even sane. But something’s waking beneath Menystria—and this time, it’s not going to be kind. Time loops. False lives. Dreams of angels with mechanical halos. A boy forging a burning katana. And a poker table in a realm that should not exist—where 52 seats wait for gods not yet born. As rebellion brews, new gods rise, and a cosmic horror named Azraem begins to turn its eyes inward, Evodil is forced to make a choice: remain the mistake everyone fears… or con the universe into believing he’s the one thing it still needs. MENYSTRIA is a slow-burn cosmic fantasy laced with bitter humor, emotional scars, and a divine game far bigger than anyone understands. This isn’t about saving the world. It’s about who gets to rewrite it.

She’s the only thing he can’t afford to lose… and the only one he was never meant to have. Lorenzo Hudson, a cold, calculating billionaire and ex-syndicate kingpin, runs London’s most elite private security firm with precision, ruthlessness, and a heart locked behind steel walls. Haunted by a past laced in blood and betrayal, he lives by control—until Reina Hayes storms into his life. Reina, a brilliant and unbreakable London attorney, is fearless in the courtroom and relentless in the pursuit of justice. When a case involving a powerful crime syndicate lands on her desk—one so dangerous other lawyers vanished trying to solve it—she refuses to back down. But a single name changes everything: Lorenzo Hudson. The man with secrets darker than midnight… and eyes that see too much. As their paths collide through cryptic threats, a missing sister, and buried trauma, what begins as distrust erupts into a dangerous alliance. They’re forced to navigate a world of lies, codes, and shadows—together. But trust isn’t easily given, especially when every touch is a risk, and every secret could explode their fragile truce. Beneath gunmetal tension, smoldering glances, and stolen moments, something undeniable blooms. Love, maybe. Or obsession. But when the syndicate resurfaces with vengeance, Reina and Lorenzo must decide: will their twisted pasts destroy them, or will their forbidden connection become the one weapon that can set them free?

She nearly killed me," he muttered. "Not nearly," the man said, stepping forward, his voice laced with timeless gravity. "She was holding back." Ren turned now. "You knew this would happen." The figure's eyes glinted silver. "I knew the First Flame would find the one who walks between. And he would choose." "Lu Quing?" Ren's laugh was hollow. "He's no ordinary man." "No," the figure said slowly. "He is the Remnant." Ren went still. "The what?" "Angel to some. Monster to others. The last of an ancient race who sealed the Gate of Origins with his own blood." He tilted his head. "Even I fear him." Ren gritted his teeth. "And she's falling for him." "It was written," the silver-eyed figure said. "But not how it ends." A pause. "You can still break her," the man continued. "But not with war. With doubt." Ren's smile returned. "I know exactly who to send."

Liang Zhenyu never believed in ghosts. That is, until he was assigned to Room 404—the only vacant room in the eerie, crumbling Xiao Meng Dormitory. The elevator doesn’t reach the fourth floor. The back stairwell carries incense in the air and rules whispered too late. Inside the room? Four spirits await him: a dorm warden who died in 1852, a 90s schoolgirl obsessed with Jay Chou, a grandma who feeds sleeping guests, and a red-robed woman who sweeps shadows in silence. But they aren’t the scariest part. Something—or someone—watches Zhenyu from the eastern hallway. A girl with jasmine-scented hair and a gaze that feels like a memory from another life. In this dormitory, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. And Zhenyu must choose: survive the haunting… or uncover the truth that binds him to them— and to her. — Dark, romantic, and laced with absurdity, Dormitory on the Fourth Floor is a supernatural tale where horror and humor walk hand-in-hand, and love lingers… even after death.

The CEO of Seedtronics died as he lived: mid-strategy meeting, choking on a margarita laced with his own pesticides. Now, Hell’s HR department wants him. Why? Because suffering is just a P&L statement, and he’s a goddamn visionary. But when a disgruntled angel curses him with eternal abstinence—no drugs, no sex, not even a suggestive handshake—he realizes the real Hell isn’t fire… It’s blue balls and sobriety.

In a world ruled by sin-bound and Virtue- bounds, power is survival—and pain is a path. Orion, a scarred boy from the depths of Hope City’s slums, is chosen as the scion of virtue in the church of attonement. But his past is laced with trauma, and a cursed fate is destined to bring ruin. When Nova, a ruthless scion of the Temple of Wrath, claims Orion as his Nexus, their bond begins as duty, but spirals into something far more dangerous. Between divine prophecies, fractured empires, and organizations like the Den of Greed and Pantheon of Justice vying for control, together, they must face enemies, prophecies, and the crushing weight of fate. Because in a world where nothing is free, the most powerful connection is one they were never meant to have. --- "My name is Orion—like a spark in the dark." His voice was steady now, his heart hammering with something he didn’t dare name. "I accept." He clasped Nova’s hand, gripping it tight. "I will be your shadow and your sword, your shield and your partner— The ember that turns your rage into a supernova."

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

--- Beneath the vast, indifferent black sky lay the cold, lifeless body of a sensational actress—her final breath laced with a single, burning thought: revenge. But death was not the end. When Jiang family's overlooked second daughter awoke with a start, confusion flooded her mind. Wasn’t she just dead? Her surroundings were unfamiliar, yet the memories of betrayal and blood still clung to her like shadows. The glamorous star had died... only to awaken in a new body, stripped of fame, reborn into a life she never knew. On the roadside, a young man stood frozen, staring at the corpse of the actress—his heart refusing the cruel truth his eyes beheld. The nightmare seemed endless… until he met the Jiang family's second daughter. There was something in her gaze, in the tilt of her chin, that felt too familiar to ignore. As secrets from the past unravel and buried stories resurface, the stage is set for a reckoning. The once-celebrated actress, now reborn, weaves a silent pact with her childhood friend. Together, they move in the shadows, unknown even to their closest allies. But the more she fights to conceal her true self, the more the world demands to see her. Revenge is no longer just a desire—it’s destiny. And this time, she won’t die in vain.

> "Some people are storms. Others are fire. And then there’s me—I survived both and learned how to burn quietly." Aurora Hayes doesn’t believe in fairy tales. Not anymore. She walks through life with her chin up, lips laced with sarcasm, and a heart locked in vaults no one’s allowed to touch. After all, she's learned that feelings are messy, trust is dangerous, and love is a game no one wins. But then comes Zidane Blackwood — too charming for his own good, with a laugh that lingers and a gaze that holds questions she’s not ready to answer. He’s the last person she wants near her carefully curated chaos. And yet... he’s always there. Behind her in class. Beside her in unexpected moments. Beneath her skin before she realizes it. > "Why do I always end up in your car, Zidane?" "Maybe destiny just really enjoys annoying you." Their connection isn’t sweet. It’s fiery. Chaotic. A flirtatious battlefield with stolen glances, sharp retorts, inside jokes, and emotional landmines. And beneath the layers of humor and hesitation lie two hearts scarred by the past, colliding in a world that never taught them how to heal. Zidane might be the only one who sees past Aurora’s armor. But will she let him close enough to find out what's burning beneath? > "We're not friends." "Then let’s stop pretending. What if we’re something worse?"