I Just Don'T Wanna Miss You Tonight

I read a lot of cultivation and murim stories I read over 300 murim manhwa alone but novel I read none because I am so used to reading manhwa and manhua that's is hard from to read anything else so I was bored some time ago and I started writing this as a scenario if I got reborn in murim world I realized early on that I didn't like cultivation because of many things but I still enjoyed it it's just that if I where a mc in murim I would cultivation because if I where a normal cultivator I would have to cultivation and kill monsters and other cultivator all my life and be under the control of some sect of faction and if I where I demonic cultivator It's the same but I need to kill and do evil so I wrote dao as person with no qi no potential no bloodline no stolen dao bones no heavenly roots and so on and on so I made it so that he aslo thinks as me and is happy about it

I just wanted to draw manga quietly. Now I’m being stalked by a yandere beauty, mistaken as a boyfriend, and recruited into clubs to solve their problems. Seriously, I’m just here to draw... why is everyone treating me like the main character of a rom-com?

Twyla's quaint coffee shop was her happy place, a sun-drenched haven filled with the comforting sounds of her community. Until he arrived. Carrying the weight of a broken past and seeking solace and a second chance, his raw vulnerability resonated deep within her. Twyla, with her natural empathy, couldn't resist the urge to help him heal. But as she poured her energy into mending his shattered world, she unknowingly put her own heart on the line, setting herself up for a heartbreak she never saw coming.

Shawn Heisen, a 15 year old Introvert, coward, mad genius and a certified shut-in. He only believed in one thing, "If there's god, then he must've been blind" Something broke, inside him. Something that made him feel miserable about his own cowardice. Something that made him hate himself to his core. From that point,he shut himself in. He never took a step out of his small rented apartment,a "Haven" in which he lived alone with his roommate, Remila. She took every single one of his problems on her shoulders from the beginning. She had become everything for him. A mother, a father, a teacher, a guardian...just EVERYTHING!. His life was going smoothly, until a call rang from his parents, who lived in the other-side of the world. "We've decided to admit you into Novainé Pheonixâ academy. No excuses, you must to school!.Or else you're gonna get yourself into a serious trouble” said his mother without any warmth towards her child. Novainé Pheonixâ was one of the most Elite schools that one can get into. Everyone in there was a prodigy in one or the other areas. But the thing was, he never went to the school for past 3 years. And he was gonna get 'Blacklisted' for that!. The point was how was he gonna survive in the school with absolutely no social skills and with Anti-social mindset?

When Fiction becomes reality and every country's folktales and myths come alive how will people adapt to survive?

what would you do if you get transported into your own novel? Hiraya a novice novel writer got transported to his own novel but slowly the plot of his original novel change bit by bit. how is that possible? Everything that he had wrote is slowly changing. is it even his own novel anymore? Or does it belong to someone else now? the question is who is rewriting his novel? And what is more in-store for our protagonists in his journey in his novel?

Chloe Moore fell from grace, was bullied every day from her peers, and even assaulted on a daily basis. She wishes to disappear, but that is her fantasy. After being accused of hurting the most popular girl in school, she must apologize to her. Instead, she is greeted with a fall out the window, and a new world awaits her. Her fall landed her luckily in the arms of the handsome Emperor of that world. As she became the Saintess of that Empire, another enemy Empire had obtained a saintess. All of a sudden, Chloe also doesn't want to be in this world either, but she has a mission to fulfill many hindering tasks. "Welcome, young messanger of the goddess!"

by: 내츄럴향기 『Pressing this button will transport you into the world of the genre I write. (You can leave once the story is finished. But if it’s not completed, who knows.)』 A silly post that appeared on my social media timeline. The problem was that anything seemed interesting during exam period. I quickly pressed ‘Share’ and called my friends to chat, then I must have fallen asleep… I should have fallen into a deep slumber just like that. “Chirp.” What? “Cheep!” What?! Where am I?

"She doesn’t believe in fate. He’s bound to her by destiny. In a world where monsters are real, love might be the most dangerous game of all." Asis Sinha, a fiercely independent architect, returns to her estranged family’s mansion after years away, only to find herself entangled in a world she never believed existed—one ruled by Lycans, vampires, and ancient rivalries. When she crosses paths with Harald Dyre, the enigmatic Alpha King of the Lycans, their connection is instant, electric, and utterly terrifying. Harald knows Asis is his fated mate, but convincing her is another matter. Asis rejects the idea of destiny, refusing to be owned by anyone, even a king. But when a vengeful vampire targets her as the key to destroying Harald’s reign, she must confront the truth: the bond between them might be the only thing that can save her. As Harald struggles to earn Asis’s trust, she discovers her strength—both as a woman and as a key player in the supernatural war brewing around her. Torn between her fear of losing control and her growing feelings for Harald, Asis must decide: will she defy destiny, or will she claim her place as the Luna Queen at Harald’s side? As danger closes in and secrets unravel, Asis faces an impossible choice: cling to her hard-won independence or embrace a love that demands everything—body, soul, and freedom.

I never thought I would fall so deep for someone who I hated so much. I thought it was my mind playing me until it was hard to get him off my mind. If my old self was seeing this, she definitely would not believe it but what can I do, he's mine now. Forever.

The MMORPG 'EVR' was released unexpectedly one day, along with its advanced equipment that allowed players to fully immerse themselves in the game, even though prior VR technology wasn't nearly as realistic. To prevent people from replacing their real lives with the game, the servers were shut down during the day and on weekends. I was the best at the game, but since I had no friends or family, I could only watch and bet on sports while waiting for the servers to reopen—until the day I died and regressed to a week before the game was released. I know everything that will happen in the game. I know the game is not just realistic; it's real. And for some reason, I don't need to log out! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a no-harem story. It starts off quickly after narrating unnecessary details, so I suggest reading at least a few chapters to get to the heart of the story.

Don’t think. Don’t blink. Don’t ask why... or you might be next. Every year, a few students go missing at Vermis Academy. No bodies. No suspects. Just silence... Liam Carter thought he was just here to study. But the moment he stepped through the rusty gates, things began to unravel. A cryptic dorm number: 666. A classmate who curses in Japanese. And a monster no one can see—unless it's already too late. Beneath the classrooms and dusty bookshelves, an ancient game is unfolding. A game of survival, madness... and blood. Because at Vermis Academy, you're not just a student. You’re a piece on the board. And the rules? Don’t think. Don’t blink. Just pray you’re not the final player.

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"Oh god, come in front of me. I want to kill you in pieces. I just want a very beautiful lover. I don't want to be a beautiful girl." Min Lwin always wanted to be a superhero like movies. But this is is just a dream. One day, a strange crystal changed his life. He become a albino beauty with powerful superpowers but... his little brother is gone!!

"You of all people should know this — you can NOT play fair in an UNFAIR world!" Winter Ogundele was born a princess of Egwura to a weak mother and an absent father who ruled from a distance so cold it burned. Left to the wolves of the court, she clung to one soul who dared to stand beside her, Zaynah, her best and only friend whom she believed saw her. Her mother’s death broke something within her. Her father’s silence only poured salt in her wound. So she searched. For strength and for power all for the reason to be seen, respected but most importantly loved. She waged wars and won, yet never earned the respect of the court. One day she returned home triumphant, at the gates, Winter expected cheers. But instead, she was draped in chains and charged with treason. Branded a traitor and hunted by the very kingdom she bled for, Winter flees into exile with her enemy, only to discover her father’s heart isn’t cruel... it’s cursed and controlled. With whispers of sea-born magic thick in the air, she makes an unthinkable sacrifice to save the only family she has left. But power always comes with a price. From her ashes rose not a woman. Not a soldier. But something much, much worse: a god with a score to settle. This isn’t a story where true love’s kiss saves the day. This is the story of a girl the world rejected. So what happens when she stops asking to be loved? And instead demands to be remembered? ⸻ ⚠ Content Warning: This book contains strong language, controversial themes, moral ambiguity, graphic sexual content, and scenes of violence and emotional trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ⸻ Trigger Warning: Includes depictions of sex, abuse, blood, grief, and morally gray characters. Not suitable for sensitive readers. ⸻ Note: This story walks the edge of pain and power. It’s raw, explicit, and unfiltered. Read only if you’re ready to bleed with it. Author’s Note: Thank you for choosing to read my book. Voting, Comments, Shares and Ratings would always be encouraged, welcomed and appreciated by your girl xoxo Samantha

Hang out with Senior Sister, commit sins twice a day. Book transmigration female lead VS reborn antagonist male lead 1v1 pure love * After the antagonist Demon Lord Yuezheng Yan reborn, he planned to follow the trajectory of his past life, to bloodily cleanse the hypocritical Master at Cloud Nine Peak and exterminate his malevolent original family. But on the first day of joining the sect, he was hoodwinked by a Senior Sister he had not met in his previous life and ended up at Xiaoyao Peak. The Senior Sister said, “Join Xiaoyao, and I'll have your back, Junior Brother. All you need to do is be happy.” Yuezheng Yan nodded and believed her... evil intentions! 3 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was buried alive by Lu Xingyan's alchemical explosion that destroyed his Immortal's Cave. 4 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was turned into a snowman and had his hair scorched by Lu Xingyan. 12 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was brainwashed by Lu Xingyan and even did odd jobs for her. Whenever he protested, Lu Xingyan would look at him gently, “Senior Sister is doing this for your own good.” Yuezheng Yan scoffed at this. Nice try, Lu Xingyan. Do you think I can't hear your mind? Your mouth says you love me, but your heart and that Old Sixth System scheme every day to stab me to death. You escape first when the auction house explodes. You don’t care when your Junior Brother is struck by lightning. You don't even bother to pull me out when I fall into the water. Claiming you're tired and need to rest, yet you go off to enact a tearful reunion with the original female lead, your White Moonlight, displaying your deep affection! You're having a great time. Leaving me squatting on the ground, digging Poisonous Mushrooms for you until my hand cramps. Once I return to the Magic Realm, I'll send you to cultivate Magic Lotus! Yuezheng Yan sullenly returned to the Magic Realm. Until one day, he overheard a conversation between Lu Xingyan and the Old Sixth System. Old Sixth: Host, the Little Antagonist has betrayed Xiaoyao Peak and run off to the Magic Realm. We’ll replace him with a more obedient Little Antagonist for you~ Yuezheng Yan: Old Sixth, shut up! Senior Sister, don't replace me. I'm rolling back right now.

“Mia… Please…” He whispered, taking a step forward but almost immediately, she took a step back, her gaze filled with determination. “You don't get to call me that anymore. It's Ms. Carter now. Watch your company, Damien… Things could go awfully wrong, hm?” She smirked at him. Two years ago, Milena Carter received the biggest disappointment of her life. Scorned and looked down on, she leaves in search of a name for herself and now, she's back… The man who once tossed her aside like she meant nothing? He'll pay. The world that mocked her? She’ll own it. And the child he never knew existed? Mia will protect her son at all costs—even if it means signing a contract with the devil himself. Because fate has a cruel sense of humor, and the one man she swore never to forgive is now the only one who may hold the key to her future once more. But this time? This time, she'll be the one leaving scars.

Liam wasn’t supposed to be here. One moment, he was in his apartment. The next—standing in the middle of a bustling village, sunlight dappling through oak trees, the smell of fresh bread in the air. It was too normal. The villagers greeted him like an old friend. They knew his name. They asked about his "family." And when he played along, his own mouth answered for him—words he didn’t choose, memories he never lived. By day, the village was picturesque: market stalls, laughing children, a cozy cottage with his name on the deed. But at night? The roads shifted when no one was looking. The same faces appeared twice in the same crowd. And his reflection in the mirror… wasn’t his. Worst of all? No one else noticed. Because in this village, the only rule was simple: Pretend you belong—or whatever’s watching will make sure you never leave.

Child: [gazing at the stars] "Hey, Mom… what if we died and left you all alone in this world?" Mother: [voice calm, yet cold as midnight] "Then I would burn this world to ash… and drag every soul into the afterlife… just to keep you company." Child: [giggles echo like a chime in the void] "Hahaha! Mom, you’re funny. Evil never wins… right?" Mother: [smiles faintly, eyes shimmering with power] "I beg to differ." A mother goes through hell and back to make sure her children live again and stay alive by all means necessary even if it means making them zombies.

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

"Brave Soul, to take on this SSSS rank world and save it from the demon king, you can choose one ultimate power!" "...All these are too overpowered. I don't want any of them." Ryo Takahashi has a simple goal in life: to complete and conquer the hardest games in the world with pure skill. No cheating. No cheap tactics. Absolutely no easy mode. Although he may have failed to complete that goal in his unexpectedly short life, that doesn't mean he can't just do it with his next life, by choosing the hardest content possible and refusing any cheap power ups. After all, if there's no challenge, what's the point? "Brave warrior! Your humble determination has earned you the greatest power of them all! Good luck on your journey!" "Wait a minute, what did you just say?!"

“I was told you were someone I should look out for, In a world where I know of no one; you were someone whom I could rely on.” Aeris, from a 'nobody', became the most important figure in high-society overnight. She, who became “Annalise Lou Verena” was to be wed the next day to her best friend, “Kairos Devine” Never was there a day, where she envisioned herself standing beside her most cherished friend, as his wife. More precisely, As Annalise. Every day, while she looks at him with a gaze full of awe, his was filled with contempt and disgust. If he knew who she truly was, would he still look at her that way? If, she was truly in love, couldn't she have been a bit reckless?

Have you ever had your organs harvested? Or bumped into a terrorist after a failed suicide? Probably not, but for Coffin this is his life, an existence he sees no purpose in. What happens when a nihilist is given the chance to join a group of intergalactic knights who combat sentient foreign threats? Will Coffin be able to find a purpose in this endless galaxy, or will it merely move his grave?

The sunken cities, the black goo that falls from the sky, its dull and disgusting. Once upon a time there were legends and stories, of people who lived in a world full of life and color, where the air was warm and fresh, descending to the depths of a great cavern that held untold riches. Now those ages are nothing but stories, the bottom was reached long ago. Centeries have passed since the riches were all taken out. Now it’s time to ascend to the top. It’s time to climb out of the depths into the light.