Drip Saitama

**unedited version-I will release the edited one soon** y/n erased her own memory in an attempt to leave behind her tumultuous past and start anew. All she could recall was a brief but intense fling with Tom Riddle, where shadows danced and dark arts whispered temptations at midnight. Leaving behind Evergreen, her heart shattered and the weight of her dark history, she stepped into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, where hope flickered like candlelight. It wasn't long before she crossed paths with Draco Malfoy, the embodiment of danger wrapped in charm. Their fiery confrontations crackled with tension, each argument laced with unspoken desire. What started as battles of wits and sharp words quickly ignited into a passionate affair. Stolen glances turned into heated touches in dimly lit corridors, where secrets intertwined with secrets, and lies dripped like honey from their lips. Each encounter burned brighter than the last, a whirlwind of thrilling passion and unyielding attraction that left them breathless and wanting more. As they danced on the edge of chaos, y/n realized that love might just be the most dangerous magic of all.

"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.

In the kingdom of Valnaria, where humans and werewolves coexist, a fragile peace is threatened. A young hybrid finds himself at the center of a deadly struggle for power, where allegiances are tested and secrets are revealed. Standing shrouded in complete darkness, a lone figure stood, blood dripping from his already shredded clothes . His eyes looked different, something felt wrong and even the air around him began to ripple . Piercing red eyes looked at the sight Infront of him , the room slowly dropping in temperature. A low husky voice filtered through the shadows "I will show you the true meaning of fear."

If you had the opportunity to be granted one wish, what would your wish be? All humans on Planet New Earth were given such an opportunity. A translucent screen appeared in front of every human promising to grant any wish to the humans of new earth. You want to be a god?- Granted You want to be a devil?- Granted You want to have powers like Gojo or Naruto or Sasuke or Saitama or Goku?- Granted You want to be the richest man on the planet?- Granted You want the world to end?- Granted You want... Wait, what?!!! Granted?!!! Any wish a human wished for was granted to them!! And then it happened, the apocalypse!!! And our average MC, Corey Junior Zane, due to circumstances wished for wisdom, not just ordinary wisdom though. Unlimited Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding. Would our MC be able to survive in such a dangerous world without having the ability to defend himself. Would he be able to survive in his school where the common enemies are Smileys? Read to find out! NOTE: There are some wishes that would not be granted like wishing everyone to die and some other things. Just read to find out more. You'll definitely enjoy it. *P.S: Cover Art was not made by me.* *ALSO, READ MY REVIEW BEFORE READING THE BOOK*

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! ….

A slime randomly falls into existence. Sapient and born with the ability to recreate parts of the things it preys upon, the highly confused drop of primordial soup decides that the only real thing it can do is become the being at the top of the food chain. A task of longevity in the leaves of the Omniverse.

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was pooling out of me. Pain slammed into me, it felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so painful I lean back against the railing. Hard to breathe. Blood. I could feel my warm blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and blood has drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the blood from my face. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. More blood filled my mouth when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with waves. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. When I try to open my mouth to breathe water rushed in instead. I was drowning. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

For the past three years, Ariana Ari Harlow has given her all to her husband. The two of them got married because her sister chose to run away on the night of the wedding, as she believed the rumours that the Nelson Corporation was bankrupt. Ari loved Noah since she was sixteen, she thought it was her dream come true. However, she did not know that her sister had dug a trap for her, and it was not the beginning of her new life, rather it was her new hell. She was forced to give up her training as a doctor because the respectful Mrs Nelson could not have her hands covered in blood. Ari agreed. For the sake of Noah, she became a perfect wife who took care of her in-laws and husband. However, what waited for her was nothing but insults, her husband was ashamed of her and her mother-in-law believed that her sister, Ariel was well-matched for her son. However, Ari persisted. She thought that she would warm the heart of her husband one day. But she caught him kissing her sister! Heartbroken, Ariana decided to divorce her husband, but she somehow found herself entangled with Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband. They were not meant to be together. But Nicolai doesn’t seem to care about the odds stacked against them. In fact, he was determined to break into Ari’s life and set everything on fire. In his drunken stupor, he once held her by her throat against the wall of a dingy pub, “You can deny it all you want princess, but you want me.” His eyes raked over her heaving chest and his eyes darkened, the red appearing unhinged, possessive as if he wanted to wrench her soul out of her body and embed it in his own. “Bet if I take a peek, you will be dripping wet for me.” Heat flared up Ariana's cheeks as she snarled, “Shut up.” “Make me,” said Nicolai as he smashed his lips on hers. His kisses burned into her soul, and his warmth seared her skin every time they touched. She thought that her biggest mistake was getting entangled with Nicolai. However, Ari soon realised the hard way, Literally, being wanted by such a beautiful nightmare was much worse than a mistake. And things turn complicated when her husband finds the truth about everything. “Shoot me in the heart, Ari,” said Noah as he brought the gun's nozzle where his heart lay. “Because a life without you is one that I don't want, so either kill me or come back. I beg of you.” Now that Nicolai had given her a choice, would Ari fall in love with him and jump into a life of nothing but danger? Or would she go back to her husband, Noah, whom she loved ever since she was sixteen? And would Ariana avoid the danger that lurks in the dark, waiting for her to make a mistake and lose everything dear to her? Would she find the key to all the secrets that tied her to Noah and Nicolai as well as her twisted fate? ******* Excerpt: “It's all about money, isn’t it? Take it and get lost,” He shouted while throwing the black card at Ariana’s face. Ariana couldn’t believe her ears when she heard her husband or her future ex-husband humiliate her like this. Three years. Ariana Harlow gave Noah Nelson, three years and yet when she caught him kissing her elder sister, Ariel—— this was what he said to her. “I am going to divorce you,” Ari declared and left. She left penniless but Ari stumbled into Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband, the Mafia prince of the Lonest City, a notorious bastard known for his violent tendencies. The ill-fated meeting placed her in Nicolai’s path, and just like that he set his eyes on her. The first time they met, Nicolai asked her to invite him to dinner. The second time, when they met, he handed her a million dollars. The third time when they met, he declared, “You will look good in my arms, what do you say princess?” ********

Reborn in the early 1980s, what Lin Xia wished to do was to be "idle" to the extreme, and so wealthy that it dripped off of her... Having another chance at life, all she wanted was for her brother to live a long life of a hundred years, her younger brother to attend university, and to set up a small business for her sister; Yet, why were two highly eligible men taking turns to express their feelings for her?

Priest Alexander, how good is your printing? Princess Vivian said seductively with only a piece of white clothing that covered little to none of her sinful body. Alexander was shocked by the sight in front of him, looking at the woman who was one of the most beautiful, No! She’s the most beautiful woman in the Empire, but because she never made an attempt to dress up so nobody has ever seen her shine this brightly. Now looking at her with water dripping from her body like the sea pearl, her flamboyant red hair like that of burning fire, and her perfectly seductive body still wet and still carrying the freshness of a rose petals shower. Looking at the way she is wet from head to toe with the room filled with the scent of rose with water dripping from her body, gives a kind of allure that makes it hard for any man to resist her. She’s currently looking like a seductress, No!, She’s a seductress because she’s currently doing what is seductress does, seducing a priest. Vivian had an art disease since the day she was born, since she was young, she spent most of her life lying on the hospital bed, denying her the joy of living like every other normal child. The only way for her to escape the reality that haunts her and the pain she goes through is by reading novels, watching movies, and following celebrity gossip on social media, but what becomes of Vivian when she suddenly dies from over-excitement and is transmigrated into a novel as her favorite character who was the villainess, and probably the most naïve and innocent villainess ever.

Irena looked at her, then glanced down at the cake that had accidentally spilled onto her shoes. "You know how costly it is?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice. Erin shook her head fearfully, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'll clean it." Irena grinned, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Clean it, you say?" She raised her foot, gesturing for Erin to clean the mess. Erin used her hands to wipe away the cake, still crying. "I'm sorry..." Suddenly, Irena kicked her with the same foot. "Don't touch my feet with those filthy hands," Irena spat. Erin was shaking, but she nodded obediently. "Lick it." Irena's voice was icy. "I said, lick it." Erin hesitated for a moment before nodding and continuing to lick Irena's feet, humiliated in front of the entire crowd. "Remember, never enter a ball again," Irena sneered. ERIN, SHE'S AN OUTCAST PRINCESS. BUT ONE DAY AFTER MEETING PRINC ARTHUR, SHE DECIDES TO SUBMIT HER LIFE TO HIM. BUT FOR THAT SHE HAD TO LEARN, HOW TO FIGHT, AND TAKE OVER THE DUKEDOM. HER BIGGEST OBSTACLE IS IRENA HER ADOPTED SISTER AND DUKE EDWARD HER BIRTH FATHER. WILL SHE EARN HER FATHER'S LOVE? OR SHE WILL KILL HIM HERSELF? WHAT DOES FATE UNFOLDS FOR IRENA, A PEASANT GIRL? JUST WHO GAVE HER THIS COURAGE? //WATCH THE DRAMA UNFOLDS// #DARKROMANCE #FANTASY //T/N// COVER ISN'T OWNED BY ME

William walked through the dark corridor, surrounded by the stench of death emanating from the mutilated corpses scattered across the floor. His heavy bat dripped with blood, swaying with every labored step he took, while the blood had soaked into his torn leather boots. William was no longer the boy he had been four months ago. Back then, he was known as a calm and peaceful person, but now he no longer cared what people called him: the monster, the sadist, or even the madman. All those labels had lost their meaning. He had only one goal filling his mind and fueling his rage: to send those accursed monsters—the grotesque beings that emerged from the mist—back to hell where they belonged. He knew for certain that he was afflicted with their curse, that his body bore the marks of the corruption that had turned so many into monsters. But he swore that no matter what happened, he would remain human until his last breath. This single thought was the only thing keeping him going, driving him toward his uncertain fate.

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than gasping wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine’s walls. Pure desperation and sorrow drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood again.

After being rejected by her fiance at her wedding alter. Mariana was forced to accept her reality but not rather to let the day end without her getting married. so she rush out to find any random, good looking man to marry her. Please marry me, I promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence. "Alright, I will." After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden."  "No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile.

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

Genre: Romance | Drama | Fashion | Contemporary Synopsis: Nalani Amara Colette Pablo is an ambitious third-year fashion student with dreams as big as her personality. Standing at 4'9", her presence dominates the room not through stature but sheer determination and charm. Her world revolves around creating designs that redefine beauty, but things take a turn when a chance encounter with Elijah—the "prince" of the fashion world—brings unexpected twists to her carefully crafted plans. Elijah is everything Nalani despises: confident to a fault, frustratingly attractive, and dripping with privilege. But beneath the surface lies a man dealing with shadows of his own. Thrust together by circumstance and rivalry, their journey is fraught with misunderstandings, awkward hospital visits, and the fiery passion of two people who challenge each other to become better versions of themselves. With the cutthroat world of fashion as their battleground, will these two opposites find common ground? Or will they be torn apart by the pressures of ambition, betrayal, and the desire for perfection? Follow their journey through heartbreak, personal growth, and a realization that sometimes, the perfect dress isn't what you wear—it’s who you choose to wear it for. ---------------------------------- Uploading Schedule: Patreon: Three chapters weekly (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday). Webnovel: Two chapters weekly (Tuesdays, Saturdays). Royal Road: Two chapters weekly (Thursday and Sunday). ---------------------------------- Support the Novel: Golden Tickets (Webnovel): Your votes help the story gain visibility! If you're enjoying A Perfect Dress, consider voting with golden tickets. It’s the best way to show your support. Comments and Reviews: Engage with the story through your thoughts and feedback; it keeps the creativity flowing!

A 213 year old vampire falls in love with a human hes moraly grey, shrouded in mystery dripping with allure shes board of the same old routine looking to spice things up

"I strengthened my body to run there. I grabbed the brush, and the blood on my hand soaked it. But I didn't care about that's all. I started drawing a summoning circle on the altar of the sun temple. My blood dripped between my drawings. And what is this... Is my tears also dripping? Please... hold on... hold on to all this, Elena... I begged to my weary body. My circle was finished and I knelt in front of it and began to chant my spell. "O deus totius lucis, da mihi gloriam tuam! Nuntium mitte ut populum tuum salvet!" (Oh god of all light, give me your glory! Send a messenger to save your people!) The blood flowed more rapidly in my hand, soaking my body. But I didn't care about all that. I have to hold on... I must! "Pandite portas mundi... Venite heroes... Portas Heroum!!!" (Open the gates of the world... Come heroes... Gate of Heroes!!!) Then the light came, shining very brightly, giving me a glimmer of hope. And there appeared a figure of a man in clothes like a blanket wrapped around his body. He was holding a sword in his hand. Hope... a hope has arrived!" This novel tells the story of Elena Fearis, a Priest (light mage), who uses forbidden magic to summon a hero from another world to save her village from the savage attacks of orges. The one she summons is Ryuji Honda, a samurai from the Edo period of Japan. How does the adventure of Elena Fearis and Ryuji Honda continue? This is my second light novel, blending fantasy, action, and romance. Hope u enjoy it!

Feel the terror of becoming prey. Witness how easily we turn into predators. ––– “P-Please! Please spare me!” The man was trembling, eyes wide and full of terror, his voice barely more than a strangled whisper. Blood dripped from Luka’s hands, pooling at his feet, but none of it was his. Not a scratch marked his skin—only the crimson stains of the lives he had already taken. He crouched low, bringing himself face-to-face with the man. “I’ll make it quick.” The man sobbed harder at this statement, his hands clenching uselessly at the dirt beneath him as if begging the ground itself for mercy. Luka didn’t flinch. He didn’t waver. Mercy wasn’t part of the game. Behind him, shadows twisted unnaturally, whispering promises of power, of more blood to spill. They clung to him like old friends, feeding on his resolve, urging him forward. He didn’t need their encouragement—this was what he had become. A knight once sworn to protect. A man once burdened by weakness. But here, in this world where survival ruled and hesitation meant death, Luka was something else entirely.

A young man, unexpectedly chosen by a mysterious power, is thrust into the realm of Hel, where he encounters Hela, the formidable Goddess of Death. Tasked by an enigmatic system, his first mission is nothing short of daunting: guide Hela to transform into the Goddess of Life. As he navigates the desolate and treacherous world of Hel, the MC discovers the system's quirks, including a surprising training manual based on Saitama's legendary regimen. Despite his mortal limitations, he begins to unlock his potential, facing trials that test his strength and resolve. Meanwhile, Hela, initially cold and disdainful, finds herself intrigued by this strange mortal. Though she mocks his weakness, she begrudgingly aids him, recognizing the potential in him as both an ally and a source of entertainment. Her own struggles with her identity and desires come to light as she reflects on her past, her disdain for Odin, and the cyclical nature of her existence. Unbeknownst to the MC, powerful beings like Odin, the Watcher, and even Death are aware of his unusual presence. While they don't know the full extent of his connection to the Void, they suspect he is no ordinary mortal. Odin, in particular, watches him closely, hoping that this stranger might succeed where others have failed: breaking Hela free from her dark path and the endless cycle of destruction. With the stage set for cosmic intrigue, personal growth, and a battle against fate itself, the story dives into a complex web of power, ambition, and the question of what it truly means to be free. mc will visit anime worlds in the future

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

“Wake up.” The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. “Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?” His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. “I bring news,” he continued, his words cutting like a blade. “Your father has finally met justice—straight to hell.” Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “What happened to my father? What did you do to him?” Sebastian’s smirk twisted into something darker. “What did I do?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “I gave your father exactly what he deserved—for destroying my sister’s life, for tearing my family apart.” He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “But don’t mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning.” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please—you’ve got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!” Sebastian’s grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. “Spare me your innocence,” he hissed. “I should be glad he’s dead—but I’m not because I didn’t kill him myself. So I’ll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave.” Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine’s voice trembled with defiance. “You’re wrong. Whatever you think you know, it’s a lie.” Jasmine’s memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn’t even remember her father’s face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn’t know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn’t just her captor—he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.

No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice. … “ Let go of me, you monster!” Delilah screamed, butter tears dripping from her flushed face. Her soul froze the next moment her gaze met his, his eyes were like an abyss of chillness, ruthless and cold, and his grip on her tightened. " No way" he hissed, his voice low, dripping with venom. … After her childhood sweetheart, Su Zhe Jin (Harrison Su) moved away, Chen Qing Qing (Delilah Chen) was devastated. She, with her family also planned to move few years later but who would have thought they'd be caught in a terrorist attack. Delilah, a shy, jovial, innocent girl with a very fragile personality, moved to D city to further her high school education. There in Fulfilled Dreams High School… Was a story on its own. One night, while scheming through the attic in her home, she found a box… more like, the box found her. The box revealed numerous secrets that made her believe her life was mostly filled with mystery. After high school, Harrison reportedly travelled out of the country, as Delilah began to face crisis after another. A woman and her daughter arrived, claiming to be the real wife and daughter of Chen Xiao (Delilah's father) She was forced to get engaged to the crippled son of a wealthy family. Harrison returned, to realize she got engaged to another man from a wealthy family. Resentment, jealousy, anger, the pain of betrayal overwhelmed him to do the unthinkable. «««««««♦»»»»»»» I hope you enjoy reading it as I did writing. Remember to vote and leave your honest reviews, this humble author is always ready to listen to your thoughts. ♥ midsummer07.

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?

he tightens his grip on her wrist, his cold, lustful eyes bore into her soul, reminding her of the vows they once exchanged. "You are mine and mine alone," he whispers, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. But Diara is no longer the broken woman he left behind. She meets his gaze with a defiant grin, her voice steady as she declares, "I have signed the divorce papers, there’s nothing between us." But Kellan, ever the predator, smirks at her defiance, licking his lips in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I have not yet signed the divorce papers," he sneers, "It’s null and void." His words send a wave of disgust through her, but she refuses to back down. She has suffered enough—endured the heartbreak of losing countless children, the relentless torment of the Crownstar family, and the pain of loving a man who only brought her misery. Diara thought she had escaped his clutches, but now he has returned, more dangerous and determined than ever to claim her as his own. He may have broken her once, but this time, Diara is prepared to fight back. She knows that Kellan is a monster, a man who thrives on control and manipulation, and she is ready to do whatever it takes to free herself from his grasp once and for all. As the battle between them intensifies, Diara must confront the demons of her past and the dark reality of her present. In a world where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, she must find the strength to reclaim her life and protect herself from the man who once vowed to cherish her—but who now seeks to destroy her.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

As zarvex lumbered after the foolish human that dared enter his forest blood was dripping from his jaws, the hunger rattling his chest, he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into his meal.Zarvex lunged forward as the dying human let out one last scream then silence soon after the sound of tearing and flesh and swallowing could be heard. he would never let others touch what he considered his, and he would never let anyone touch her. Will have a male yandere be warned

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.