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Erens Grave

An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me

Discord:https://discord.gg/VVhNsRjm "Who would have thought that one ordinary review could instantly fuck your life? Definitely not me" ****** Luke was your average teenage boy—with an unhealthy obsession for light novels. After finishing a new read titled “The Hero’s Obsessed Harem,” he jumped online to post a review. His biggest issue? The so-called “hero” kept stealing other men’s love interests, and somehow, the story praised him for it. Right after posting the review, he got an odd reply from the author: “You think my book is flawed? I’ll make you regret that.” Luke brushed it off as a salty writer who couldn’t handle criticism—until everything went dark. The next time he opened his eyes, he was in the body of Riven Von Grave, the fourth son of the low-ranking Grave baron family—an irrelevant extra in The Hero’s Obsessed Harem. Riven was a forgotten character, engaged to three duke’s daughters since childhood, only for all three to abandon him for the so-called hero. And to make matters worse, he was fated to die in a war against demons—utterly forgotten. But Luke isn’t having any of it. Screw fate. Screw the plot. And most of all, screw the author who threw him into this mess. Armed with a mysterious system and pure spite, Riven is going to rewrite his destiny, and win back his fiancées as well. But with every change Riven makes, he changes the story, and pulls a calamity bigger than the demons toward them. What will he do when he realizes the impending doom, will he be able to fix his own mistakes?
DepressedMage · 665.1K Views

Only I love Milfs: Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated

Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream: "Graduate college. Get a job. Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him. Due to his hastiness, he forgot to check the company's background and accidentally enlisted himself into a black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death. Such was the fate of our protagonist, Erik. Exhausted after working nonstop 12-hour shifts for seven days straight, he lost his grip on reality and met a meaningless death, collapsing onto his desk in an office nobody would mourn. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? He woke up sleeping right next to someone! "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!" Even crazier: in this new world, beauty standards were completely reversed. Here, the pinnacle of femininity was a skinny figure with small boobs and an even smaller ass, and women who didn’t fit that mold—busty, curvy MILFs—were mostly ignored, discarded, and lonely. "How crazy is that?" Eren voiced, grinning from ear to ear. But all of that was about to change, since he was here now. He'd make all MILFs his—starting with his deliciously thick, step-aunt. But a slight inconvenience appeared—or rather something puzzling. Strange random messages popped into his life, appearing like weird pop-ups in his vision: [SYSTEM ACTIVATED:] [Synchronization Complete. Host Identity: Eren Voss (Adopted), 18 years old.] [Current Location: Hinterland Village.] [Guardian: Mira Voss, adoptive mother's younger sister.] [M*$U*#@S^$ COMPLETED: $^%$#@] Half of it was understandable, while the rest always flew right over his head. But honestly—what's a cryptic system got to do with him? He was already living his dream life, system or no system. After all, his busty step-aunt Mira was right here beside him. And every single night she’d sleep within arm’s reach, without hesitation or shame—unaware that she was slowly turning her innocent nephew into a lustful beast. Maybe this second life could finally solve his two lifetimes' worth of virginity problem? Join Eren as he navigates this lustful medieval world, seeking the truth behind his half-clear, possibly damaged system, while seducing, coaxing, and conquering every curvy MILF that crosses his path—starting, of course, with the very woman who raised him. Tags: r18 | harem | Reincarnation | adventure | action | transmigration | mystery | magic | myth | slice of life | romance | weak to strong | overpowered | kingdombuilding | conquer | medieval
lone_regarded_one · 15K Views

GRAVES. Código de Sangre.

Nathaniel "Nate" Graves, conocido en ciertos círculos sangrientos como "El Carnicero de Langley" o simplemente "Código 9", no quería volver. Tras ser quemado por la Sección Ómicron, una unidad gubernamental de "soluciones definitivas", su vida era humo barato y recuerdos peores que una resaca permanente. Pero cuando Vincent "El Cuervo" Crowe, un periodista de investigación con más enemigos que contactos (y eso es decir mucho), le suplica protección mientras intentan borrarlo del mapa por el "Expediente Cerberus", Nate sabe que su retiro se ha terminado. "¿Protegerte?", le espeta Nate, encendiendo un H. Upmann con manos que no tiemblan. "Cuervo, lo único que garantizo es que morirás cansado de correr." El Expediente Cerberus es una bomba: prueba la red de corrupción que une al Proyecto Sombras (asesinatos gubernamentales), Thorne Industries (explotación y contratos sucios), el violento Cártel de la Bahía (tráfico de todo lo imaginable) y policías y políticos hasta la médula podridos. Y el nombre de Nate está dentro, vinculado a la misión que lo convirtió en chivo expiario. Para limpiar su nombre (o vengarse con estilo), Nate necesita descifrar el Expediente y mantenerse vivo. Su único aliado estable es Vin, cuyo optimismo se limita a: "Buenas noticias, Carnicero: hoy solo nos quieren matar tres facciones distintas. ¡Progreso!". Pero la complicación tiene nombre, curvas y un juego peligroso: Seraphine Dubois, "El Ángel de Hierro". Esposa del magnate y político corrupto Darius Thorne, y amante de Nate. Su romance es pólvora mojada en whisky barato: pasión, celos tóxicos y la certeza de que ella comparte la cama de Thorne (y otros) para extraer secretos. "¿Te gusta mi vestido nuevo, querido?", le susurra Seraphine después de una cita con un juez comprado. "Es de seda italiana... y costó exactamente los detalles del próximo golpe de tu jefe contra los muelles. Una ganga, ¿no crees?" Nate lo sabe: Seraphine los usa a todos, y su información es un arma de doble filo. "Eres como un Upmann, Seraphine", le dice Nate en un raro momento de claridad. "Elegante, letal y condenadamente adictiva. Y sé que me matarás." Mientras la ciudad se desangra entre la codicia de Thorne, la brutalidad del Cártel de la Bahía liderado por Marta "La Dama" Rostova, la limpieza despiadada de Ómicron dirigida por el frío Director Vance ("El Archivista"), y la corrupción visceral del Comisionado Bell, Nate y Vin se adentran en el fango. Nate aplica su particular sentido del humor en medio del caos: "Disculpen el desorden", masculla después de dejar inconscientes a tres matones del Cártel en un club de striptease que sirve de fachada. "Pero su servicio al cliente era... mortalmente aburrido." Mientras Vin, revisando cámaras de seguridad hackeadas, comenta: "Mira el lado bueno, Código 9. Al menos la contaminación en el puerto oculta el olor a los que tú dejas atrás." La cacería es total. "La Jauría" de Ómicron, los sicarios del Cártel, los esbirros de Thorne y la policía corrupta de Bell quieren sus cabezas. Nate deberá usar cada gramo de su cerebro y cada gota de su brutal eficiencia para descifrar el Expediente, enfrentar la verdad sobre su pasado, decidir si Seraphine es su perdición o su salvación, y tal vez, solo tal vez, hacer justicia en una ciudad donde la corrupción es el único sistema que funciona. "Redención, Cuervo?", pregunta Nate mientras apunta a su siguiente objetivo, el humo de su Upmann dibujando una corona efímera sobre su cabeza. "Aquí lo único que se redime son las balas recicladas. Apunta y reza... o mejor, solo apunta." ¿Sobrevivirá Nate Graves lo suficiente para ver el Expediente Cerberus reventar en la cara de los poderosos? ¿O será solo otro nombre tachado en una lista interminable de bajas, fumando su último cigarrillo en el infierno que ayudó a crear? En esta ciudad, incluso la verdad huele a ceniza y tabaco caro... y tiene muy mal sentido del humor.
Ronnie_Praga · 971 Views
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