Flare Arifureta

After being betrayed by her fiancé and cousin on her wedding day, Zara, reborn with memories of past mistakes, vows to rewrite her destiny. Impulsively, she marries a stranger to keep her ex at bay, not realizing Snow is far from a mere call boy. Snow Zephyr, a wealthy CEO and alpha of the Ivory Crescent Pack, needs a contract wife to appease his father and secure his position. When a bold, determined woman proposes a marriage of convenience, Snow agrees, unaware of the chaos she will bring into his life. Zara's defiant choice provokes her parents' fury, leading to her being cast from the company and forcing her to find work elsewhere. She lands a job at Aurora Conglomerate Inc., only to discover that her new boss is Snow, the very man she married—and her ex's uncle. Sparks fly as their mutual attraction grows amidst the darkness of his family's secrets and looming threats. Zara’s strength and independence captivate Snow, who begins to see her as the potential Luna his pack needs. Together, they face vengeful ex-lovers, kidnapping plots, and deadly rivalries. As Zara's powers awaken, she must confront the reasons behind her family's disownment, the hidden clauses in her marriage contract, and her ultimate role in Snow’s world. When their marriage of convenience deepens into a genuine partnership, a new challenge emerges in the form of a fated mate. Will Zara fight the dangers that await or embrace her true destiny? **EXCERPT** "I... didn't want to be late for work. You seemed busy, so I thought I'd get a head start." Snow raised an eyebrow. "Really? Or is it because last night affected you so much that you couldn't stand being around me?" "Don't flatter yourself, Snow. You didn't affect me at all." He smirked, stepping closer. "Is that so?" His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up. My pulse quickened. "We're at work," I snapped, swatting his hand away. "This isn't professional." "You're my wife," he murmured. "You're supposed to obey me at all times." I bit back a retort, a hint of rebellion flaring within. Slowly, I stepped closer, letting my fingers graze his chest. His smirk wavered for a second when his wolf reacted and Snow bit his lips. "Careful, Boss," I purred seductively. "Don't hurt those lips. I'm sure plenty of girls would love to kiss them." Snow leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "And you? Are you dying for a taste?" Caught off guard, I hesitated, then regained my composure as I looked him in the eyes. "Unlike other girls, I have strong resistance against—" I didn't get a chance to finish when Snow's lips crashed onto mine with a fierce kiss that left me breathless. *************** MATURE CONTENT Participating in the Viral Book Call Contest. Kindly Support Me!

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

In a world dominated by seven super-corporations, the Longevity Species that always occupied the pinnacle of power didn't allow for the enactment of written laws. The Floating Islands of prisons delimited by lines on the map, where resources would inevitably run out in the future... People yearned for the birth of a true "Hero," yet they cynically awaited the fall of a Hero from grace. As long as one was hailed by the media as a Hero, even murder could be forgiven, and every word they said would be adored. Even high and mighty Elves dared not provoke the edge of a Hero. But if a Hero of the past committed even a minor offense, the moment their image crumbled, the forgiven sins would flare up like an inextinguishable furnace, and the stars of yesterday would instantly become unforgivable criminals... "—Come become a Hero, Russell." The most vicious criminal in the world thrust a knife into the boy's hand, whispering a low enticement. —————— Solo female lead, Beast Ears, Spiritual Energy, Mechanical Angels, and other elements. Cyber-fantasy. Please refrain if not to your liking.

She was born after the End of the World. Her cradle was the ruins, and her first teacher was hunger. They called her Ashenborn, because she is a child of this new, cruel world. She knows no pity, does not believe in kindness, but a spark flickers in her heart, which can flare up into a flame and change everything.

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?” ********

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

The ruins loomed before Thalina like jagged teeth,their eerie glow pulsating faintly against the endless dark.She should not have come here,not to the abyss,not to the place her people feared.Yet something about the ruins called her,a whisper in the depth that she could not ignore..Her hand hovered over the glyphs etched into stone.The water seemed heavier,colder,as if the ocean itself was watching.The glow flared, a blinding pulse that spread like veins of molten light across the ruins.The water vibrated with a low,guttural hum,shaking the very ground beneath her.Thalina gasped,pulling her hand away,but it was too late

Tahimik lang ang buhay noon ni Flare not until she met Kean. Kean is not an ordinary guy, ni hindi din niya alam kung bakit nakikita niya ang multong ito! Siya lamang ang multo na nakikita niya. Kamalas-malasan pang nanghihingi ito ng tulong sa kanya at hindi niya mahindian. Makabalik pa kaya ang multong ito sa kanyang katawan?

What the hell ? I got reincarnated in another world. [Choose class] [Monster Or Human Class ?] Monster Class. [Mind Flare] Yeah i choose Mind Flare. I shall Hypnotize my MILF step-mother with huge butt and her three daughters for my use. wtf!!?? Ogre girls with sexy bodies and huge breasts, i won't miss that one. "get naked and bend down, girl." "yes, master." Wait ? this beast girl have 6 breasts and everyone hates it bro why ? this is heaven. Those who come in my way will kill themselves as they look in my eyes and all the females who deny me shall receive my holy seed even without their consent. [Grammar Until Chapter 115 is not that good... but it's worth the read. After that it's all good.] [Cover isn't mine, contact me to take it down.] [Note: EVERY CHARACTER IN THIS NOVEL IS ABOVE 18+ AND THEY ARE LEGALLY ADULTS ACCORDINGLY TO THE WORLD'S RULES THAT THIS STORY IS BASED ON.] [Discord: https://discord.gg/wEMdgmkt9Q]

When it came to handling life, Hazel was a PRO! But...well there's ALWAYS A BUT! When it comes to a certain topic, she was CLUELESS! And the topic was Chris! Christopher Finch, her new BOSS! Nah! This isn't one of the boss-secretary love stories....this one's DIFFERENT! -------------------------------------------------------- Six years ago, he was her college senior! He turned down her proposal in their college cafeteria. Six years later, he's back as her new boss! All these years, she was holding onto an invisible ray of hope and now, it finally shined! So, Happy Ending...? Not Really! -------------------------------------------------------- 'He's married now?' she asked in shock as she witnessed his kids walking out of his office. Six Years of waiting and life gifted her Heartbreak! Again! Let bygones be bygones, she decided to move on! Is it really that easy? Well...she had to try. We all had to...at some point! -------------------------------------------------------- 'What could possibly go wrong now?' she asked confidently. And that's when life decided to unveil the answers to her long lost questions...even questions she didn't know she had. The major things she failed to notice...were finally disclosed! After all there was more to Chris than she knew and imagined! Till now she was only aware of his love but as she searched farther, she could finally see it all... The tears, the betrayal and the vengeance all of it flaring up inside his cold blue eyes. At least this time, he won't be alone...

The next morning, Eleanor woke up in an unfamiliar room, sun streaming through the window. Beside her, the man from last night was fully dressed, sipping coffee. His expression was cold. The vague memories of last night returned in snippets. “I didn't mean… I was drunk,” Eleanor stammered. Liam raised an eyebrow with a small sad smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Save it. You're not the first to try to seduce me.” Eleanor's anger flared. “I wasn't trying to seduce you! And I'm not some prostitute.” Liam's gaze hardened. “Well, I'm not here to judge you, but don't expect any more than that.” With that, he turned and left, leaving Eleanor stunned. ******* Eleanor's life instantly changed when she lost her job and got into a contract marriage with Liam Chase, a ruthless and possessive billionaire who agreed to pay off her debts. Life with Liam was a difficult one as he was cold to her. She found solace in the hands of his cousin and became pregnant for him. But what happens when she finds out that her billionaire husband is linked to her past? Will she easily let go or will her past hunt her forever? Will Liam's cousin come to her rescue or is she doomed forever? Dive into the book and find out more.

Hatred consumed Claire Wentworth's heart. The path of substitute marriage after her rebirth marked the starting point of her revenge. However, the emergence of Alexandre Montfort was like a beam of light in the darkness, gradually warming her cold heart. She was caught in a struggle between love and hatred. Each time she witnessed Alexandre Montfort's tenderness, her resolve for revenge would waver a little. But every time she recalled the pain of her past life, hatred would flare up in her heart again. Their love was tested in the fierce fire of revenge. How would this complex and profound emotion blossom in a world filled with schemes and calculations?

In a realm ruled by powerful vampire clans, centuries of uneasy peace are shattered when an ancient curse reawakens, threatening to engulf the world in darkness. Lucian, a proud and dominant warrior of the Crimson Fang Clan, finds himself drawn into a deadly conflict where trust is a luxury and betrayal lurks in every shadow. Burdened by his past and driven by duty, he becomes entangled in a complex relationship with Lyra, a fierce and determined warrior with secrets of her own, and Dorian, a manipulative rival with dangerous ambitions. As forbidden desires flare and old rivalries resurface, Lucian and Lyra must confront not only their growing feelings for each other but also the dark magic spreading across the land. Together, they form uneasy alliances with other clans, but as ancient prophecies unfold, a greater enemy rises—one that could destroy them all. In a world of blood and ashes, where power is everything, Lucian must choose between love and honor, vengeance and redemption. The fate of the clans—and his heart—rests on his final decision in a war where only the strongest will survive.

At the Edge of the Void… A soft blue light hums, pulsing with energy, its robotic voice ringing with purpose. > "Do you accept me, System 0404, the Harem-Building System?" A young man in his twenties, eyes shining with excitement, eagerly responds: > "YES!" The blue light flares— The universe shifts— The binding process begins— DING! > [System Successfully Bound to…] …Daphne Han? ??? ??? *** System: "If you’re going to RUIN the harem-building mission, I’m not helping you!" Daphne: "Okay, I’ll just win without you." System: "…Wait, what?" *** World one: Male Lead: "Why are my offers disappearing?!" Daphne: "Oh? Maybe you just weren’t talented enough." System: "YOU CAN’T JUST DELETE THE PROTAGONIST!" - Actress #1: "Wait, I actually love acting, not this forced romance subplot?" Actress #2: "Oh wow, working under Daphne is way better than chasing ML’s validation." Male Lead: "WHERE DID MY HAREM GO?!" System: "DON'T RUIN THE PLOT!" - Villainess: "What do you want in return for everything?" Daphne: "You." System: "NOOOO, SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE HIS FINAL LOVE INTEREST!" World two: Emperor: "You were supposed to compete for my favor!" Daphne: "Nah. I’m the one with favor now." Heroine: "Can I join your court instead?" System: "THAT'S NOT HOW HAREM DRAMAS WORK!" *** CEO: "I was supposed to be her fate!" Demon Lord: "SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO REDEEM ME!" Imperial Prince: "What do you MEAN she’s not interested in me anymore?!" System: "THIS IS NOT HOW THESE STORIES WORK." NB: Currently 6 worlds/arcs (more to come) Yuri/GL No harem Female alpha? Futa? Won't you find out. Updates weekly

The entire world had changed; from flying cars to flying horses as the adventurers from the game became hunters in real life. Nobody entered Love Heart Online expecting to be merged with their in-game character nor did they expect for the game to slowly influence real life in more ways that just economically. But when the first wave of people began to merge there were those who had no intention to remain hidden while many of those in the lower rungs of society decided to take a slice of the cake. By any means. It therefore didn't take long for the world to become like something out of a comic book - heroes flying in the sky fighting villains - if with a fantasy flare added in. Yet, before the world could even adapt to that, a second wave of chaos came. Many who were previously worth nothing in society became champions across the planet, fighting off the dungeons full of monsters, after mana seeped into reality for unknown reasons. Yet that does not change the fact there was still a clear class division. Armor-Cordis was well aware of this fact as they worked for one of the core members of the HERO guild yet that did not mean they lived well because of their masters role. Abuse was part of their daily life (not just the physical or verbal kind) however none of this matter... Because they had a promise from their mamma. With absolute trust in their mothers instructions they set out in the world to experience the lowest lows in human society - a situation that led them to eventually being picked off the street by the supposed Heroes. Even then they spent their time stealing as much information as they could since they knew it would come in handy in the future. Or rather, it would come in handy in the past. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Come read as a urchin rises to become a gluttonous white lotus spirit takes advantage of her future knowledge to rule two worlds and beyond. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 1 Chapter Per Week (Sun) 20~ Chapters Ahead On Patreon https://www.pat reon.com/BasicallyGod/ Content Warnings Are More Caution Based

Reborn into a perilous and unforgiving world, a young teen who was reicarnated navigates its trials with a unique approach. Unlike other reincarnators who tirelessly strive for dominance or survival, he chooses to embrace the chaos with a sense of humor and a thirst for adventure, using wit and charm to ease the burdens of his new life. In the game world of Daedalus Eternus-a land rife with magic, intrigue, and danger-he sets his sights on achieving both greatness and personal fulfillment. Along the way, he inadvertently attracts a diverse group of admirers, forming unexpected bonds and a harem that was never part of his original plan. With an unconventional outlook, he balances growing power with the pursuit of joy, carving his own unpredictable path in a world teeming with challenges. __________________ Before he begins his joyride(not literal) in the world of Daedalus Eternus, Arthas first undergoes the Trial of Flare which is shown in Pollus Academy Chapters labelled "Relic of the Bloodfire". The MC is not some goodie-two-shoes even before the Pollus Academy Exam. If he needs to kill, he will kill. Lest this isn't your preference of a book, better off finding a better one than this ongoing work of mine.

Scene 1 "Your marriage is fixed," Father Shen stated calmly. "You'll register the marriage directly." "I don't agree!" Shen Ning stood up, her face full of defiance. Father Shen pursed his lips, his tone unwavering. "Objection denied." ________________________________ Scene 2 "Every relationship has its issues. You don't have to face it alone. What happened?" Still, Qin Yuheng remained silent, his eyes distant, unwilling to open up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Qin Yuheng spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I forced her to marry me… But... she likes someone else." ________________________________ Scene 3 "Will you always be there on my every birthday?" "Mm-hmm," he replied, his answer simple but filled with the promise of a lifetime. He moved to lead her toward the cake. "Let's—" But Shen Ning suddenly stopped him. "I love you." He paused, sure that he had misheard. "What did you say?" Shen Ning's voice was steady, but her heart was pounding as if it were trying to escape her chest. "I love you." _________________________________ Scene 4 "You think I slept with someone else?" she whispered, her voice hollow, "How can you?" He sneered in disgust. Then, suddenly, her expression shifted. A cold, mocking smile appeared on her face. "Oh, you're right," she said, her voice sharp as a blade. "I did. Not once, but many times." His eyes flared with rage, but she pressed on, gustily. "I never stopped loving him. I was forced to be with you. I cheated on you. So what now? Want a divorce?" _________________________________ ✿✿✿✷✯◕◕✿◕◕◕ I’ve modified the synopsis to add more depth and focus on key scenes.

The emotionless Young Master Bo had finally gotten married. Rumor had it that the new Mrs. Bo was easily jealous and had set a family rule on their wedding night: Her husband was to return home every night, and no other females could be around him! Gradually, everyone in Jiang City realized that Young Master Bo's wife was a tigress! On their wedding anniversary, Young Master Bo brought his wife along for an event. Mrs. Bo was young, pretty, and delicate. Every time her eyes lingered at any man a second longer, her husband wouldn’t hesitate to destroy that man's company! Faced with everyone’s gazes, Mrs. Bo couldn’t help but decry, "Bo Jingyan, you've been ruining my reputation again!" Young Master Bo simply coaxed her solemnly. “You don’t know how fierce other women can be! Baby, you must protect me." Mrs. Bo couldn’t help but flare up. In truth, he was the one who exerted strict control over her in private!

"This fanfiction is based on Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest, created by Ryo Shirakome. I do not own any rights to the original work, its characters, or its storyline. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use." _____________________________ Reincarnating in arifureta universe From humble origin to extra ordinary heights This story involves a young youth named aron How would the story continue with Nagumo this time with a System ? If you are interested to know then continue stay with me :) This is my first time trying to rewrite a novel as Arifureta was the first Web novel I read I always wanted to know what would happen if **** So I did I have been reading novels for 8years After reading countless novels I have now finally decided to start writing novels _____________________________ Thankyou for your time it means a lot to me

The shard flared, its light blazing like a star, forcing Erynn to shield their eyes. A voice resonated through the square, ancient and layered with echoes, each word striking like a bell in their chest. “You are not ready… but you are chosen.” The air trembled, and a searing warmth coursed through Erynn’s body. They fell to their knees as images erupted behind their eyes—worlds unraveling, a fortress cloaked in shadow, a figure whose burning gaze pierced through the darkness. Each vision felt like it was tearing through time itself, a thousand lifetimes compressed into a heartbeat. And then, silence.

Four girls, one chaotic house, and a whole lot of trouble. When Orm, a fiery and stubborn student, finds herself forced to share a house with Ling, her lifelong rival and ultimate nemesis, life quickly spirals into a whirlwind of hilarious disasters. From flying frying pans to awkward encounters that leave cheeks burning red, their feud is as intense as it is ridiculous. But beneath the chaos, sparks of a different kind begin to fly-ones neither of them is ready to admit. As Sia, the responsible (and exasperated) leader of the group, struggles to keep the peace, and Tina, the laid-back observer, delivers biting commentary, it becomes clear that Orm and Ling's "enemies" dynamic may be hiding something more complicated. With tempers flaring, accidental moments of intimacy, and an unshakable bond forming in the most unexpected ways, this laugh-out-loud story follows the lives of four polar opposites navigating friendship, chaos, and maybe even love. Can Orm and Ling survive living under one roof without killing each other? Or will their rivalry evolve into something completely unexpected? A humorous, romantic slice-of-life about love, laughter, and learning to live with the person you least expect.

"Alison's senses had been piqued, and she'd got back into the swing of the dance between intuition and analysis that was not just her job, but an essential part of herself. Now, sitting here, travelling across the snowfields of Antarctica she could sense the undercurrents of various factions, like the great glaciers below her, sweeping together to a pinch point. There was something of cordite in the air too, an explosive mix of personalities who all held firmly to their conflicting goals. She realised she was near to the epicentre of this..." In a technologically fragile world, damaged by solar flares decades ago, Alison Strang is a flawed Special Stranger. Trained in a UN funded programme, she failed to finish due to an accident. She finds herself negotiating on behalf of the Antarctic Free State between their native miners and Global Mining part of the mega-corporation Global when she goes missing. Her state protection agent, Glenn Murcheson vows to find her and find out why, always suspecting the murky hand of his estranged grandfather, Senator Gordon Murcheson. Together Glenn and Alison find out what her flaw really is, and it changes the political landscape of the world forever.

Zoran Drakos was an ordinary adventurer until one fateful night when a mysterious glowing mark appeared on his chest. Overnight, he became the center of every woman’s desires, an irresistible force of attraction that threw his life into utter chaos. From sultry princesses to cunning assassins and powerful mages, women from all walks of life are drawn to him—body, heart, and soul. But this newfound allure isn’t just a gift; it’s a curse. As his harem grows, Zoran finds himself caught in a whirlwind of lust and passion, where every encounter burns hotter than the last. While he explores forbidden desires and deep connections with his companions, danger looms. Rivals want him dead, kingdoms crumble in their fight for his attention, and a sinister prophecy hints that Zoran’s power could destroy the world. In this steamy, action-packed tale, Zoran must balance the pleasures of his new reality with the peril of his destiny. Will he master the seductive chaos or be consumed by the insatiable desires of the women who claim him?

Treasure, mystical artifacts, illusions, and celestial realms—mysteries beyond comprehension call to the bold like a siren's song. In the midst of a brutal apocalypse, Jiang Yi found himself face to face with the true cost of survival. A torrential downpour sparked a cataclysmic shift, sending the world into chaos. Evolution surged through the land, giving birth to awakened beings, savage beasts, and the relentless undead, each locked in a battle for dominance. Peace became a myth—only those willing to seize, conquer, and destroy could endure. When the apocalypse arrived, Jiang Yi, powerless and forgotten, was cast aside—an expendable survivor left to rot in his dorm. But in his solitude, a spark of defiance flared. With nothing but raw will and desperation, he fought back, slaying his first zombie in a desperate act of survival. But what he never expected was that this moment of triumph would awaken a force beyond his wildest dreams—an unimaginable power that could reshape the world itself.

Rudra was in the middle of his morning exercise, the rhythmic thud of his feet on the ground and the cool morning air clearing his mind. But his routine was abruptly interrupted by a sound that sent a chill down his spine—the piercing wail of the base siren. That siren only meant one thing: enemy jets were closing in on Indian airspace. Rudra was the first to engage the income Pakistani jets, locking onto an F-16. His MiG might have been old, but in his hands, it was deadly. His first missile found its mark, taking down one of the Pakistani jets. He quickly locked onto a second F-16, but this time, the enemy pilot deployed flares, deflecting the missile. As Rudra maneuvered for another strike, Captain Jorawar’s F-16 swooped in. Rudra managed to avoid the missile fired by Jorawar with a rapid maneuver, but the intense move took a toll on his aging MiG—his engine caught fire, and alarms began blaring in the cockpit. He ejected just in time, but disaster struck—his parachute caught fire, leaving him falling fast towards the earth. As Rudra fell, the cold wind whipping against his face, his life flashed before his eyes—not just the battles and the glory, but the regrets that weighed heavy on his heart. In those final moments, a thought gripped him: if somehow, by some miracle, I survive this... if I get another chance... I will live my life to the fullest. It wasn’t just about duty anymore; it was about making amends, about healing the wounds that time and circumstance had torn open. His mind turned to his foster family—the people who had taken him in after he lost his parents at the age of four. Commander Karanveer Batra, his father's friend, had raised him like his own son, alongside his own children. Yet, despite all the love they had given him, a distance had grown between them. The estrangement had left a scar on his mind, one that made him realize the difference between true blood and a foster family. The girl he had once loved, with all the intensity of a young heart, had ended up marrying his foster brother. She had become his sister-in-law, and Rudra had never dated anyone after that. The pain of that unrequited love had strained his relationship with his brother, and by extension, with his foster father and sister. He could still see his foster father's disappointed, pained face and his sister's helpless, sad eyes. If I survive... I’ll make things right, he vowed. I’ll repair those bonds, and I’ll create a family of my own—a family that I can truly call my own. As these thoughts filled his mind, a strange calm settled over him, and slowly, the world around him faded away. In the distance, the reinforcements from Jamnagar arrived, forcing Jorawar and his squadron to retreat. But for Rudra, the battle was over. What went unnoticed, however, was that Rudra's body had fallen onto the ancient steps of a Shiva temple, believed to be self-manifested. The temple stood silent and untouched, yet from within its depths, a thick, unnatural fog began to seep out, swirling with purpose as it crept closer to his still form—its intent unknown, its origin a mystery. Squadron Leader Rudra Pratap was born in 1992. At 32 years old, he had never married, dedicating his life to duty. And this seemed to be the end of his story... or perhaps, the beginning of something new. Follow Rudra on his journey as he defies fate, transforming from a patriotic soldier into a shrewd and calculating businessman. Watch as he not only reshapes his own life, but alters the balance of global power in his relentless pursuit of success. .................................................. #India 2 Chapters/Week

The universe has always operated by a single, unwavering law: "Survival of the fittest." This fundamental rule governs everything, living or non-living. It was this very law that Alastor found himself entangled with. Awakening in a forest on planet Earth, in a forgotten corner of the universe, Alastor possessed no memories of his life before the age of four. Growing up, he quickly learned the brutal truth of this society: power was the currency of respect and longevity. Alastor clung to the hope of unraveling the mystery of his past. But his hopes were seemingly crushed when his bloodline ability manifested as [Speed]. It was an ability widely considered weak due to its inherent limitations, doing little to enhance his standing in this power-obsessed world. Just when his dream of uncovering his past began to flicker and fade, a glimmer of hope emerged. The pendant he wore, a constant presence he vaguely remembered from his earliest memories, suddenly flared to life. It was his only tangible connection to his past. And then, a bright blue screen materialized before his eyes. ----- [SYSTEM DETECTED. HOST COMPATIBILITY CONFIRMED.] [SYSTEM INITIATING BINDING SEQUENCE...]

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

When the Rotoro arrived, the world as we knew it ended-twisted horrors of sinew and bone, with razor-sharp claws and blood-red maws that brought death to every corner of the Earth. No one knew whence they came or why they had descended-only that they hungered for flesh and destruction. For Mark, it was when he was eight. His parents vanished in that first wave of the invasion, leaving him with just a blood-red ring that they had given him. Alone and terrified, Mark grew up in a broken world dominated by chaos and survival, holding on desperately to every word his parents had uttered in their dying moments: "The ring will protect you when the time comes.". A decade later, mankind barely hangs on to existence in fortified enclaves, under the relentless attacks of Rotoro. On the eve of his mandatory transfer to a no-mercy military camp, which is designed to turn him into a soldier capable of fighting the alien menace, Mark's life is forever changed. That night, as he stared at the blood-red ring-a relic he had never been able to remove flared with an otherworldly light, sending searing pain through his body. A voice rings in his mind, "You have unlocked the Ghoul System.

One serious mix-up grabbed mia's fantasies from her. mia's elder cousin sister, Liliana, had caused a major mishap that got the whole family arrived wrecked and to save the family, mia assumed the fault of the mishap. In addition, Ronny Paris, Who is Liliana's life partner and prospective spouse, is the child of the old couple who passed on in the mishap. At the point when Ronny found the reason for his folks passing, he bursts into the guaranteed killer's home for a retribution yet things startlingly pivot when mia assumes the fault to save the family. Uninformed that mia is Liliana's cousin sister, Ronny Paris powers mia into a marriage to torment her life and make her compensation for his misfortune. Presently, mia is compelled to wed a savage, coldhearted and merciless man like Ronny inorder to save her family yet this little matter causes an enormous flare-up in the relationship which she imparts to Liliana. mia is hellbent on a cold marriage and things become more convoluted when Ronny Paris brings back another spouse in place of mia.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.