Silk Dairy Milk

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured. All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

Shwetansh wakes up in a dark, unforgiving dungeon—a labyrinthine world filled with monstrous creatures, undead flora, and ancient secrets. In a body not entirely his own and stripped of his former life, he quickly learns that survival here depends not just on brute strength, but on wits, adaptability, and a mysterious system that grants him skills and attributes as if he were in a twisted game. From his first moments of terror in claustrophobic caverns to the expansive, living forest where the very trees attack, Shwetansh endures battles that push his limits. He masters an array of skills—from stealth and rapid dashes to advanced movement techniques—each acquired at a steep cost and accompanied by brutal backlash. As he navigates the dungeon’s shifting layers, he discovers that its inhabitants aren’t mindless monsters; instead, they form a complex, interconnected ecosystem that hints at a deeper, darker power at work. Every victory, every near-death encounter, gradually transforms him. He evolves from a desperate survivor into a calculating predator, learning to exploit the environment and even command lesser creatures through mysterious titles like "Predator" and "Silk Guardian." Yet, even as his abilities grow, so does the dungeon’s mystery. The system’s cryptic notifications and his ever-changing stats reveal a new world of power—and a burden of responsibility—he never imagined. With each step, Shwetansh unravels more about the dungeon’s true nature: a living, sentient labyrinth that regenerates its monstrous flora and conceals a core of unimaginable influence. His journey is one of relentless combat, heart-pounding escapes, and moments of introspection where he questions his humanity, the cost of power, and the destiny that awaits him in this underground hell. Trapped in a world where every wound is healed only to be inflicted anew, and where even the very forest turns against him, Shwetansh must decide whether to cling to his past self or embrace his new role as an apex predator—a decision that may determine not only his fate but the future of the labyrinth itself. What to Expect - Intelligent/Mature MC System Aid Magic/Skills Detailed Bloody Battles Weak To Strong Troupe Lesser Plot Armour Solo Survival (Side characters unimportant to combat only) Diversity in Monsters and Antagonists A overall super hard situation to be dropped in where Death awaits at every step and the MC must Level Up to Live.

A ten-year-old boy living as a beggar was found by an old man, a great cultivator, who was impressed by his physique. The Body of the Honorable Cauldron... That can refine everything. With this kind of body, little Wei Yichuan is a true monster! At the age of twelve, he broke through three main realms and saw his master ascend to the Immortal Sky. Left alone, he still didn’t leave, but stayed to absorb the entire celestial milk pool. Five years later, the refinement was complete, and his cultivation reached the Martial Emperor Realm. At that moment, he realized it was a good time to leave. From then on, a grand life began... .......... R18 work, but the chapters will take time... No racism, and no slaps in the face like in Chinese novels. Will there be action? Yes... The MC’s world is not so simple. "Pokémon" women? No... All the female characters will have screen time and won’t be useless. Is every woman a female character? No... I don’t like that, and it’s even annoying to my taste. Yuri? No. NTR? No. Add to your collection if you can. And when the stone voting starts, if you like it, vote. I accept criticism; all opinions are welcome, but all I ask for is civility! No swearing! Everything else is allowed! I love you all...

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

Oh.. So where to start, I knew him when I was at my lowest time in career... One message... LinkedIn.. Never knew he would be the person I would message daily from then on.. The person I would fight, the person who is jealous and who can make me jealous... Filmy right online relationship. Started with "Be strong" now it is "Be mine". Daily dairy habit has changed to telling him everything .So when it all started... Big brother ...Boy bestie bla bla... healthy flirting.Playboy to my man.This story will be from a female point of view.

Story Outline Volume 1: The Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, doing eight things on December 25th, which were blessing soldiers with superpowers, meeting the President Harper, hiring human scientist Dr. David, having luncheon with General Daniel, training royal guard, testing magic potions, hosting a banquet for General Daniel and reviewing empire's daily report. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, doing different type of fun activities, which include Red Wine Brew Contest, Music Contest, Dance Contest, Thriller Storytelling Contest and so on. Volume 2: The Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting Talent Show Contest on New Year Festival, to meet eight generals, to watch four splendid views and four splendid magic combats, and to fill her day with pleasant memory of delight. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting different type of interesting contests, to meet many faces, to explore many places, and to learn many experiences. The contests include Costume Design Contest, Cooking Contest, Dragon Riding Contest, Horror Storytelling Contest, Romance Storytelling Contest, and Fantasy Storytelling Contest. Volume 3: The Queen Morgana is gonna host Resurrection Ceremony at Heaven Company in Devil Empire Capital, to meet five chosen souls, to guide them reborn in another world that she created, and to observe their short but splendid lives. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting Resurrection Ceremony at Heaven Company, to meet many lost souls, to guide them reborn in another world that she created, and to observe their short but splendid lives. Main Character's Image Morgana who was the Goddess of Darkness and the Angel of Light, known as the most beautiful and the most gorgeous Goddess in the universe, she dressed in white silk long gown with intricate pattern and gold lace, with white angel's wings, holy light and the queen's crown. Here's the link to my discord server: https://discord.gg/BcptxXPW

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Veils of Enchanted Heart By Esther Olajide In a kingdom where love is merely a transaction and passion is considered weakness, Prince Kael is bound by duty, not desire. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, he believes marriage is nothing more than a political tool—until she enters his life. Seraphina, a mysterious woman with secrets hidden beneath silk veils, is thrust into his world by fate. Her presence ignites something dangerous in him—an unfamiliar hunger, a longing he refuses to acknowledge. But as their paths intertwine, desire becomes a slow-burning fire neither can escape. Yet, beneath the whispered promises and stolen touches, a deeper truth lurks—one that could either shatter them or bind them forever. Will Kael break free from the chains of his beliefs, or will love remain nothing more than an illusion behind the veils? A tale of passion, power, and forbidden longing—where hearts burn, veils fall, and destiny takes control.

Saya adalah seorang terapis pijat tunanetra, dan saya datang ke kota besar untuk bekerja dengan Bibi Wu dan Wang Xiru, tetapi mereka selalu mengira saya benar-benar buta, sering melakukan hal-hal memalukan di depan saya, bahkan membuat beberapa permintaan yang tidak pantas... Yang satu, seorang wanita dewasa yang mempesona, yang lainnya, seorang wanita dingin dan angkuh, setiap malam saya tersiksa oleh mereka, tidak bisa tidur...

The whisper in the dark, the veins beneath the leather, the pulse of something not quite human—yes, I saw the way your eyes lingered on the Book. You felt it too, didn’t you? Let me offer you a word of advice. This is not a tale of heroes. Nor of redemption. This is the story of a whisper—a lie so convincing it becomes truth, a truth so heavy it breaks the mind. Our protagonist—if you dare call him that—is Azriel Morvane Votex, a man reborn into a world not his own, wearing the name of a future catastrophe. No prophecy sings of him. No light shines his path. He walks not toward glory, but toward ruin wrapped in silk and secrets. He did not transmigrate with cheat systems or golden fingers. No heavenly blessings. No plot armor. Only a Book that whispers… and a fate far crueler than any god could author. But perhaps, that is his true power. To lie. To twist. To whisper. Not with swords or spells… but with words that echo into the soul, with truths that devour sanity, and half-truths that turn kings into monsters. Azriel is not a savior. He is the rumor you dismiss until it becomes reality. He is the footnote in another’s story… who quietly rewrites the entire book. And the book? Ah yes… the Book that should not exist. It is not his servant. It is not his master. The author of despair. You thought this was just a scream in the night? No, dear reader. This was the book of unraveling. Welcome to the Whisperer’s Tale. And remember— Not everything whispered into your ear… is meant to be heard.

He’s a killer without a leash. She’s a girl with a price on her blood. Toki didn’t ask for redemption, he just wanted enough coin to stay drunk and out of trouble. But when a sharp-tongued noble girl hires him as her bodyguard, trouble comes dressed in silks and secrets. Kiyomi isn’t just some runaway with a stick up her sleeve, she’s the hidden daughter of the Emperor, and every bastard from here to the Capital wants a piece of her. Some for gold. Some for power. Some for darker things best left buried. Now they're stuck together on a journey soaked in blood, through crumbling villages, cursed ruins, and the ghosts of a forgotten world. But the greatest threat doesn’t come from demons or assassins. It comes from within. Because the monster in Toki’s chest is waking up again. And Kiyomi might be the only thing standing between him and the edge.

Uploading this book on Royal Road too! [28.03.2025] Killian, was cursed by The Gods of his world. Born on the night when the Blue Bloods, a group of families with superpowers forced his family and others to live in the slums, his birth was nothing short of unfortunate. Unlike others of his kind, he was destined to work as a garbage picker, while the Blue Bloods created a rift in power throughout the kingdom. When a lost jewel falls into Killian's possession, the fates churn themselves to make him the most powerful of them all. The catch? Killian must unravel the secret of the lost jewel. Sadly, The Gods have other plans. In an endless tryst, where the weakest rises up to the challenge, the Scums must fight the Blue Bloods to take back what's theirs. *** Some say the world we live in wasn't always wretched. The Gods we no longer pray to love us once. And our shoulders that carry large sacs of garbage were once donning the finest of silk. Then, one fateful night everything changed. The sky turned red, and the Gods called out. And then, THEY emerged from the darkness. The Blue Bloods. The Blue Bloods weren't like ordinary humans. They had what no human could possess. The Blue Bloods were blessed with the powers of Gods. Their bloodlines were coveted and destined to flourish. And ours? "And henceforth, the crown shall always rest on a Blue Blood's head. The time has come for the Scums to return. Abandon thy riches, and homes. Give it all up for those who deserve it," Gods said. A battle ensued between the Blue Bloods and the Scum. The consequences? My mother died, while giving birth to me. The Gods fury hit her too hard, as she stood her ground. And I... I was destined to rot here, between the garbage.

I was a blind massage therapist, and I had come to the big city to work with Aunt Wu and Wang Xiru, but they always thought I was completely blind, often doing embarrassing things in front of me, even making some inappropriate demands... One, a charming mature woman, the other, a cool and aloof lady, every night I was tormented by them, unable to sleep...

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ==== **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

………………………… Cover image did not belong to me All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work please leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… This story contains, cuckold, netorare (NTR), netorase, sluts, whores, exhibitionism, outdoor intercourse, voyeurism, seduction, milfs…. Read it at your own risk. Infinite stream, magical creatures, weak to strong… Suddenly a house wife woke up with a grasp and had a climax …. Ahaaaa…. She fell back and slowly came to her senses to realize that she is back at her old crammed house. “I did not die…. That is great.” She looked at the phone on the side and found that she returned just 6 days before the start of “Survival of Races”. “Today is the day I was trapped by my boss. Hehe I will steal everything he has and leave him a big debt in these two days. I will take my revenge on my drunkard husband, step son and my family that made my life miserable. This time I have to enjoy, instead of letting them enjoy me…” Wait the “Magic Milk” ability that I got in my past life followed me. My ring is not a hand ring but a clit ring holding the castle of desires with space. The survival system everyone got has received an extra patch from the will of lust turning it into a Perverted Survival System. Survival of races starts with everyone on earth sent to a huge planet with only a simple raft. I have got a new ability called the “Original Trajectory Memories” “First task: reach the nearby island before your life support raft was broken by the shark. Life support raft (200/200) Reward: entry into the survival world.” “Why are all my quests in the survival worlds appear so perverted. Not that I care if they are perverted.” she immediately asked. “Then why are you taking this slow approach instead of letting me directly show off everything and let him fuck me directly?” The system said. “Host, the amount of lust and desire energy generated when wearing revealing clothes is many times higher than the lust and desire energy generated when showing off the naked body.” The survival worlds can range from apocalypse, natural disaster, manmade disaster, zombie world, ghost world, demon invasion, beast invasion….

I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world on the brink, even when I still think of home. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the mate bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me and a countdown timer reminds me whenever I look that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I am Citra Lomdi and I will not be tamed. Not by the wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint. The only problem is: Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too.

In a world where darkness lies inexplicably behind the trees, lurks a little Demon named Kaida Dhera who has to face an evil power that is threatening her very country and the norms of her traditions. Kaida’s involvement with an old prophecy unlocks latent abilities to bring her into the epicenter of war which will test her strength, bravery and fidelity. As the darkness creeps in, she is forced to bring all her pack mates together and use their power against somebody who is coming for her. But with the danger ahead creating foreboding chaos, there is Kellan who is overprotective towards Kaida, whose relationship milks forth in danger. Their bond grows as they brave the storms before them and even quickens a love that is eager to bloom even when the conditions are not favorable. They will engage in ruthless, life-threatening wars, find out the hidden truths and learn the true meaning of love and sacrifice. Will Kaida accept her fate and fight back or will she lose everything she loves to the encroaching darkness? Accompany Kaida as she endures her bitter fight for her pack, her love, and a reason for existence in a world where love coexists with ruthlessness..

Overnight, the world's common sense changed. But then... "It's common sense that erect penises are cared for with wet pussies, right?" "Customer, shall I milk it for you? Or would you like to milk it yourself?" "We promised when we were young! That I'd become your ona**le!" This is more enjoyable than I thought? Harem | Erotic | Incest

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me. And then my PC exploded. I died. Irony, thou art a cruel mistress. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns. “This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me. “Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared. I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes. Oh, this was going to be fun. __________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I'm looking to expand my reader base by posting here on WN. My penname is Alfir (or Alfir2 on RR). Unfortunately, I lost access to my main account, so this is my new one. If you’ve read my works before, I’d really appreciate your support again! If you enjoy my stories and want to read more, you can also check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Alfir Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my works! Let’s keep the stories going!

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

"Get off me!" Tessa gasped, struggling beneath Vernon's broad frame. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable—a hunger, a craving. When he didn’t move, panic surged through her, and she screamed. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat, his grip unyielding. A breathless gasp tore from her lips. "You can't run from me, Peach." His voice was silk and steel, lethal in its promise. "I own you." — Tessa had lost everything—her home, her wealth, her love. The man she once adored, Tamlin, had not only betrayed her but stripped her of everything she owned, tossing her aside like she meant nothing. Heartbroken. Weak. Shattered. And then, things got worse. Tamlin didn’t just ruin her—he sold her. As collateral. Now, she belonged to the devil himself—Vernon Carter. Cold. Dominant. Cruel. A man who didn’t know the meaning of mercy. But if Vernon thought she would break, he was wrong. Tessa wanted vengeance. She wanted Tamlin to suffer. And to do that, she needed power. Wealth. Someone more ruthless than Tamlin ever was. Vernon was the perfect pawn. She made up her mind. She would seduce him. Make him crave her. Make him hers. But what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? When Vernon discovers her true intentions—and the game of love and revenge spirals into something far more dangerous?

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality, one where I was in the past. [System installation complete] [Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System] [You’ve been taken back in time] I used to be perverted 50 year old man infatuated with younger women in short tight skirts, but now I was in the past with a system. A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it. Women, money, fame, from where I stood, all these are at my finger tips. Not only is everyone's mother wife and sister in danger, but so are their companies and territories. it's just a matter of whether I want to own google or be a simple shareholder in Tesla, infact, why not have both. There is the option of being a CEO but I don't want that to interfere with my leisure. My plan is sound and simple but unfortunately you can't eat your cake and have. If I want to be at the top of the world, then I have to be ready to face problems of those at the top, for example. "What do u mean witches are real" TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon. PS: All characters in this book are above 18

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Liora was a pampered royal princess, with loving parents at the forefront and eleven royal brothers at her back. Always adorned with the finest silk and served with exquisite dishes while lounging in her palace. Her biggest concerns? Which dress to wear for a banquet and how many more hours she could nap before her royal duties caught up to her. But fate (or some seriously bad karma) had other plans. One moment, she was sipping fine wine and but the next moment-boom!—she wakes up in a world where people are eating each other, the sky is covered with ominous veils that look like it wants to swallow the world, and worse, her royal status means absolutely nothing. What she can tell more about her poor condition is that she has no servants, no food, and no idea how to fight off the disgusting zombies, who are trying to take a bite out of her. Just when she’s ready to scream at the heavens for an explanation, a cold mechanical voice rings in her head: [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] Overlord? That sounds powerful, right? Wrong. Turns out, she starts at the bottom of the food chain with no powers, no weapons, and zombies that see her as their next snack. While others awaken abilities like fire manipulation or super strength, she gets... a system that gives missions with questionable rewards and always tries to drown her in a huge debt. Fight a Level 2 Zombie with her bare hands? Sure, why not? Survive hordes of zombies while the system nags her? Classic. But as she battles to level up and gathers allies (some willing, some just too scared to say no). She realizes—maybe she isn’t as weak as she thought. Because when the world falls into chaos, only the strongest can rule. And if the system insists on calling her an Overlord, well… she might as well live up to the name. Power, danger, and a system that may or may not be trying to get her killed—welcome to the apocalypse.

*Mature content * #Harem #R18 a boy die and Reincarnacte in another world as an elf what will he do now? of course he will fulfill his Lustfull fantasy "Oh Lith are you hungry come to mama and drink milk " *no system *incest =yes

The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that?

Traditional exorcism: holy water, a priest's useless babble, and the need to know the demon's true name—it's just too much hassle. The innovated exorcism: ["You demon spawn, eat my laser weapon!"] ["Flagship, do you see that demon?"] ["Main star-annihilating cannon, charge up!"] ["Fire the cannon, and let it blast the hell out of them!"] "Oh? Who said all Exorcists were pushovers?"]