Gatchaman Crowds

　　As a melon eater in the new era, Jiang Youtao is like a melon in the melon field. She is there wherever there are melons. So on a thunderstorm night with lightning and rain, she traveled through time and became a poor little girl with the same name in the 1970s. 　　The poor little girl lost her mother at an early age, and her scumbag father remarried. Not only did she not have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear, but she also had to do endless housework and endure endless beatings and scolding. 　　The time when Jiang Youtao traveled through time was the moment when the poor scumbag father forced the original owner to go to the countryside to take over his stepbrother's place in order to have someone to take care of him in his old age and to smash a pot after his death. 　　Thinking about the environment of hunger and cold in this era, Jiang Youtao's eyes went dark. In the last second before she lost consciousness, a voice appeared in her mind: 　　[ Ding ~ The melon-eating system is at your service. As long as you complete the melon-eating task, you can exchange it for supplies~~] 　　In order to have enough food and clothes, Jiang Youtao tried hard, so she ran around in the bloody world that was a fusion of many contemporary literatures, either eating melons or on the way to eat melons. 　　A certain educated youth from the same educated youth point traveled through time with space supplies, but ended up being a poverty alleviation stepmother; 　　"The mission is here ~ Watch and mess up the first meeting between the male and female protagonists, and the rewards are: 3 meat buns, 500g beef jerky, 1kg butter melon seeds." 　　A young wife in the village who had just been married for one day woke up and wanted to divorce her husband and marry her ex-husband's uncle; 　　"Ding ~ Watch the famous scene of the heroine getting divorced and applaud in public to receive 5kg of rice, 250g of pork, 5 feet of cloth, and 1kg of salt and pepper melon seeds." 　　The accountant's eldest granddaughter is a well-known lucky bag, while the second granddaughter is a jinx who is plagued by bad luck; 　　"Ding ~ Watch the jinx star commit suicide and help her, and you will get 5kg of white flour, a chicken drumstick, and 1kg of green tea flavored melon seeds." 　　Jiang Youtao enjoyed eating melons, and the melon seeds in her hand kept increasing. She had to go out to sell them. Before she knew it, she had made a fortune by selling melon seeds and became a famous roasted food king after the reform and opening up. The courtyard houses in Beijing and the small houses in Haishi were no longer a dream for her. She could go wherever she wanted. 　　But while she was eating the melon, a figure suddenly appeared beside her. Jiang Youtao reluctantly grabbed a handful of melon seeds and gave them to him: "Big brother, do you want some melon seeds?" ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ One-sentence summary: There are too many melons, and the melon-eating crowd is very busy. Theme: Grow in adversity and strive to face the sun. ♤♤♤♤♤ Brief review of the work: This article has positive values, a fast pace, and never lets up on face-slapping stories, satisfying everyone's appetite for gossip. The author's writing is fluent, and he truly depicts the customs and style of the 1970s. The plot is compact, and it is a masterpiece of the era that is worth reading. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ No. Of Chapters: 183 Chapters ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Alternative Name/s: I Became Rich by Eating Melons in 1970s ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Original Author: Rain Falling on the Curtains (Yǔ luò chuāng lián) ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ nerdygangster14's Note: This book is not mine. All the content are all credited to original author and the publisher of this book where I have read this book. I just want to share this story to you guys cause this book deserved to be publicized and loved by others. I'm a fan of this book and the author of this book.

Adopted as a starving child, Wolf was taken in by the queen of Aestonia. She raised him to be a man of value and through his own efforts, Wolf even managed to overshadow her real son William. But with the king’s death, the two brothers must enter a competition to prove their worth against numerous other warriors. Only once they’d defeated them would the two face each other, and the result of their battle would decide the future king. But it would be tame if that alone was the reward, wouldn’t it? Thus, the victor must choose a queen from the crowd witnessing their battle, and for Wolf, the answer couldn’t have been easier. The queen, of course! He’ll have her–even if he has to defeat her true son in front of everyone! However, this is just the start of his many conquests for the whole is filled with opportunities and many such women to make into his queens! Note: This book is semi-realistic kingdom building with harem elements and the MC stealing other people’s women. None of his women will be stolen from him! He will steal from others only! Special Note: Uncensored character pics on my discord server, please join! Warnings: R18||Violence||BDSM||Heavy Netori Elements(Mc stealing other people's woman) [Note]: 1. None of the heroines will cheat on MC 2. It does involve MC stealing other people's partners - (Netori) 3. Semi-realistic partner stealing! Don’t expect him to steal everyone as soon as he meets them! 4. Any support especially gifts, golden tickets, votes, etc = more updates more frequently 5. Please let me know about any grammatical errors in any chapter through the comments. 6. No Yuri/Yaoi 7. Complaints about anything I've already warned about in the 'warning' section will be ignored. Connect with me here to keep up with the story's progress: Discord: https://discord.gg/JvdHxKekh2

Synopsis: WARNING DANGER! Those who read this story risk gaining an IQ point for each chapter read, leading to an existential crisis. First symptom: addiction to water. In a crowded and unhealthy city, Vati, a depressed and school drop-out teenager who has run away from home, meets Abellio, a deeply intelligent young man with obscure and mysterious powers and knowledge, who wants to make him his apprentice. Entering the world of psychic "politicians," will Vati finally discover fulfillment or rather frenzy? (I was inspired by a friend's behavior to create this story) patreon.com/Saturnerobustus https://discord.gg/3NhFQQsv

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text: [Task Failed Successfully!] [Rating Generated: SSS-Rank] "The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange. Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back. The only girl he loved stood behind him. She betrayed him. The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt. "You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life. But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death. However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges. "Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning. ***** Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :) *****

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

[The female lead in this story is explosive, the male lead is arrogant, there's a mountain of dog food (sweet moments), and it's a story full of slag-abusing and monster-fighting, with a double dose of pampering joy.] Ye Jiuliang was naturally cold and ruthless, with a fierce and wild approach to life. To the Ye Family, she was a calamitous lone star, and to the onlooking crowd, she was "Ninth Master". It was said, no one was more arrogant than Ye Jiuliang; if she was second, no one claimed the first place. Irritatingly, in the eyes of Li Mochan, she was his little wolf cub, the little rascal that he, Li Mochan, intended to pamper to the skies. In the capital, it was widely rumored that the Li Family's Crown Prince could reduce people to ashes with just one look. And yet, this precious and aloof figure was actually teased by Ye Jiuliang, and it seemed even... blushed. ** Upon returning from a business trip, Li Wuye cornered her in a dim stairwell, his fingertips sliding over her porcelain white neck, "How many little brothers are there?" Meeting his dark gaze, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow, "Is Li Wuye in the mood to beat someone up?" "So what if I am?" Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Feeling pity?" Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, "The little brothers can't take a hit, can you go easy on them?" [In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing their hearts out, they inexplicably felt a chill running down their spines.] Li Mochan buried his face in her shoulder and spat out fiercely, "I cannot." Those who dare to flirt with his wolf cub deserved a ruthless beating.

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger. As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated. When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise. But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)? Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?" "Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan." "The direction must be clear." "We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!" ……

This is the world of Spirit Beasts where humans can forge contracts with Spirit Beasts or command them in battle, or harness the power of Spirit Beasts to fight. Relying on the power of Divine Beasts, various kingdoms were established across the continents. One day, a mysterious youth appeared in this world. Spirit Beast Alliance: A new divine beast? Quick! Dispatch someone to forge a contract with it! Divine Beast Hall: Great divine beast, would you like to join the Divine Beast Hall? Here, you'll find many companions. Feng Yuan, rubbing the head of the divine beast, chuckled at the astonished crowd. "Sorry, it has already forged a contract with me." He added silently in his mind, 'Back when it wasn't even a divine beast yet.' --------------------------------- Feng Yuan smirked, "Heh, no matter what kind of pet it is, as long as I want, it can evolve into a divine beast." This is a tale of pets, a story of a formidable individual capable of nurturing divine beasts at will.

Genre: Space, Doting, Farming, Time travel, Healing Synopsis: Xu Linyue from the 21st century crossing over with the heavenly space soul penetration to a 5 year old farmer's girl, originally thinking of living in a peaceful life, and didn't want to be spoiled by her family in this life! She resolutely plans to take her family out of poverty and embark on a glorious path to wealth! Vegetable greenhouses are set up, and the grape wine is famous far and wide. It is easy to make money, but thanks to the spiritual spring water in the space, she can do some good things to benefit the neighbors. "Have you all heard? The 3rd Prince actually chose a peasant girl as his royal consort!" A noblewoman viciously said "a countryside from the mud leg, no money, no power, how can be worthy of the 3rd Prince, can't even read a few words, I'm not convinced! I don't like it either!" Qibao grunted in her heart and casually offered a masterpiece, and the crowd was stunned. Later they realized that Qibao was not only the younger sister of the new scholar, but also the one who helped the 3rd prince to win the battle behind the scenes.

Angel Johnson was a waitress struggling to make ends meet when an unexpected contract with Tryson Bliss, one of City Y's most powerful and ruthless billionaires, changed everything. Tryson needed a fiancée to appease his demanding family, and Angel, desperate for money and a way out of her humdrum life, agreed to play the part. What began as a calculated arrangement soon evolved into something neither of them expected—an intense and forbidden connection. But when Tryson's family uncovers Angel's true motives, they cast her out with venomous disdain. Humiliated and heartbroken, Angel's last hope is confronting Tryson. But instead of an apology or a chance at redemption, she finds herself shattered when he declares that he has chosen his first love, Riley, the woman he was preparing to marry. Devastated and with only her pride left, Angel walks away, determined to rebuild her life alone. Two months later, Angel is lost in the pulse of the music at a dark, crowded bar, seeking refuge in anonymity. A hand seizes her from behind, and her breath catches as she turns to face the man she can't forget—Tryson. His eyes, once cold and calculating, are now stormy with raw emotion, and he pulls her into his orbit, holding out the contract she once signed.  "We haven't finished our work, Angel. The contract says you have a year left to be my fiancée. Don't tell me you're planning on breaching it now." With no choice but to comply, Angel moves back into the house that once rejected her. But to her surprise, the family she once loathed now welcomes her with unexpected warmth and kindness. As she navigates this unsettling shift, Angel is left to wonder—what has changed, and why? What secrets do they hide that could alter everything she thought she knew about Tryson and his family? And as Angel's heart begins to thaw, she's confronted with the hardest question of all: Can she keep the secrets she's hidden from Tryson? And will Tryson fight for her love a second time, despite everything that has come between them?

Lucian Crowe leads a perfectly ordinary life. A 24-year-old with a stable job, a degree, and a well-kept home on the outskirts of the city. To the world, he’s nothing more than an unremarkable office worker, blending into the background with his composed demeanor and carefully curated appearance. He’s polite, punctual, and just another face in the crowd. But underneath the mask of normalcy lies something far darker.

She’s a brilliant venture capital executive, driven, intelligent, and fiercely committed to achieving financial freedom through her own efforts. He’s a handsome, highly educated, and capable man, but with one fatal flaw—he’s always looking for shortcuts, including marrying into wealth. When she finds out she’s become his "target," she feels powerless to resist, torn between her rational mind and her emotions. But one extravagant gala turns her world upside down. He appears as the heir to a prestigious family, exuding an aura of cold authority and unshakable composure that commands attention. Standing amidst the crowd, she’s frozen in shock, silently mocking herself for mistaking this man—so deeply rooted in privilege—for a pretty boy chasing her financial support. Overwhelmed with shame, she quickly makes her exit, only to find him leaning casually against a Lamborghini outside. A teasing smile plays on his lips as his eyes lock onto hers. “Running away already, darling?” he asks, his tone light but provocative. In this city where power and wealth intertwine, their story begins—a clash of pride and sincerity, and perhaps, a love reborn from misunderstanding.

He hates me. (He loves her) He ignores me all the time. (His eyes search for her in the crowd.) He doesn't care about me. (He would die for her.) After a car accident and life-threatening wounds, Celia is now stuck in enemy territory, not that she has anywhere else to go. She has to sign a pact to prove she is not a threat if she wants to stay there. The catch is that it will bound her to the alpha, who for reasons unknown to her is ready to help her.

Lightning fell, the heavens roared, and Eon burned to ashes beneath the tribulation’s wrath. A thousand years of cultivation, endless nights refining elixirs, a path paved with blood and determination—only to end in failure. Yet fate was not done with her. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the rising immortal of the cultivation world but the long-lost true heiress of the wealthy Ravencroft family in the modern era. Gone were the celestial mountains, the ancient sects, the warring clans. In their place—corporate empires, whispered scandals, and a family that barely knew her. A father filled with guilt: “Sera may not be our blood, but she is still our daughter. The Ravencroft family can afford to raise two girls.” Eon: Not related by blood? Perfect. A mother who had spent years mourning: “Sweetheart, my wealth is yours. Spend it as you please.” Eon: Such a generous soul. As a token of gratitude, allow me to remove that glowing green crown your dear husband placed upon you. An elder brother, once a stranger, now unshakable in his devotion: “From now on, I will protect you.” No heavenly tribulations. No rival sects. No spirit beasts lurking in the shadows. Life should be easy now. And yet, as whispers of the past stir in the wind, as familiar eyes watch her from across the crowded city streets, Eon begins to wonder—did she truly leave that world behind? Or has it simply found another way to reach her?

"Football isn't just a game"—it's life. For 16-year-old David Jones, football is more than a sport; it's an escape, a calling, and the only thing that makes sense in a world full of challenges. The electric thrill of scoring a last-minute winner, the roar of the crowd—it’s the closest thing to freedom he knows. But David's journey is far from simple. Blessed with extraordinary talent yet burdened by fiery anger, he’s fighting battles on and off the pitch. Growing up as the son of a Nigerian immigrant and a British mother, David navigates the pressures of cultural expectations, the weight of his own ambitions, and the scrutiny of a sport that demands perfection. Passion drives him forward, but his temper holds him back. Can he channel his emotions and prove himself worthy of being football's next big star? David Jones: The Next big thing is a gripping coming-of-age story about resilience, identity, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

Shin Asakura is an ordinary high school student, known for his quiet demeanor and unremarkable appearance. By day, he’s just another face in the crowd, blending into the shadows of his prestigious academy. But by night, he’s something else entirely—an enigmatic figure who revels in crafting the most elaborate, dangerous personas for his personal amusement. His current alter ego? Abyss Reaper, a shadowy mastermind who plays the role of a villain in his own twisted game. However, Shin’s life takes an unexpected turn when, after an intense gaming session, he finds himself suddenly transported to a world that mirrors the very fantasy game he’s been playing. Now trapped in this new reality, Shin, armed with nothing but his wits and the persona of Abyss Reaper, must navigate a land of magic, danger, and intrigue, all while pretending that his delusions of grandeur are nothing more than reality. With his striking appearance—silver hair on one side and black on the other, pale skin, and eerie, mismatched eyes—Shin is forced to confront the harsh truth: he is no longer just playing a game. The world he’s in is real, and the consequences of his actions are far more dire than he ever imagined. Now, as The Reaper, he’ll need to weave his delusions into a legend, manipulating allies and enemies alike. Will his newfound powers be enough to survive, or will his ambition be his downfall? Only time will tell if the role he’s playing will be his salvation—or his undoing.

For as long as he could remember, life had always been cruel. A young man in his early twenties—his name now lost to the past—was dealt a life filled with misfortunes. A cold, empty apartment, a soul-crushing job, and, finally, a terminal diagnosis. With nothing left to live for, his only comfort had been escaping into the fictional world of Path of the Elemental Sage, a story of heroes, magic, and survival. But fate had other plans. When death finally came for him, he didn’t fade into nothingness. Instead, he awoke in the world he had only read about—a world of chaos and danger where death lurked around every corner. The air smelled of magic, the sky was filled with possibilities. {«[Status Window]»} [Name: Lyrium Blackwood] [Age: 16] [Rank: D-] [Skills: None] [Elements: None} At first, confusion filled his mind. Who was Lyrium Blackwood? Why was he here? And why did this body feel so different? But as his memories returned, so did the realization: this wasn’t some blessing or second chance. He wasn’t reincarnated as the protagonist. No destined savior. No cheat abilities. No grand fate. He was just another mob, a face in the crowd meant to exist and die without leaving a mark. But this young man—the one who had left his old name and life behind—wasn’t the kind of person to roll over and accept his fate. “This world is dangerous. The protagonist isn’t the only one fighting for survival here,” he muttered, his blue eyes cold and sharp. Unlike the naïve characters in the story, he knew the stakes. He’d read the web novel. He’d seen the carnage, the betrayals, the disasters that wiped out entire cities. And if there was one thing he refused to be, it was a pawn in someone else’s game. “I don’t care about glory. I don’t care about saving the world. All I care about is surviving—no matter what it takes.” Lyrium Blackwood wasn’t planning to live quietly or avoid danger. The only way to survive in this brutal world was to rise to the top. To be strong enough to stand above both heroes and villains. Using his knowledge of the story’s events and his iron will, Lyrium sets out on a relentless path to surpass the protagonist. Whether through clever manipulation, brutal training, or sheer desperation, he’ll climb higher and higher, leaving nothing to chance. But the deeper he gets, the more he realizes that this isn’t just the story he once read. As fate pushes him closer to the heart of the narrative, Lyrium begins to suspect that his reincarnation wasn’t an accident—and the world itself might be watching him. “I don’t care who or what stands in my way. If the story wants to kill me, I’ll rewrite the ending myself.” ---------------------------------- I apologize for any mistakes in this story, as it’s my first attempt at writing a novel. ---------------------------------- Chapter Update Schedule: (5/7) ---------------------------------- As the story has been vetted, readers can support me with Power Stones: PS – Power Stone 100 PS = 1 Extra Chapter 200 PS = 2 Extra Chapters 300 PS = 3 Extra Chapters ---------------------------------- Special thanks to @fallen_angel_26 for the amazing novel cover art, which I modified by changing only the hair color. :) ---------------------------------- Join the discord server to discuss about the novel with other readers and Author. Also for original character illustration https://discord.gg/CK8uNwYZ

Xander Knox is just another face in the crowd, a twenty-something drifting through the motions of a mundane existence, the pinnacle of ordinary. His days are spent in a monotonous routine, blending into the sea of nameless faces that populate the corporate world. But as the boundaries between ordinary and extraordinary begin to blur, Xander is thrust into a reality far more complex and dangerous than he could have ever imagined—leaving him unsure of what, or who, he’s becoming.

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

"Do you crave a new life, right here, right now? All you need is to ask your heart for what you truly desire, and watch the universe deliver it." Mira’s heart raced as the mysterious voice echoed in her ears, but when she looked around, there was no one in sight. Suddenly, a flash of light split the air, like lightning on a dark night. --------- Mira had always dreamed of catching the eye of Justin, the golden boy of the campus—the one every girl adored. But in her eyes, she was nothing more than an ugly duckling, a girl who couldn’t even compare to the beauty that Justin deserved. Her face, she thought, was a blemish on the vibrant campus, and her chances of ever winning his heart were laughable. Bullied relentlessly for her looks, Mira found solace only in the fact that she wasn't the smartest either. She was just... average. The whispers and taunts followed her everywhere. Despite it all, she maintained a good attitude—after all, what else was she supposed to do but go along with life’s cruel game? But then, something extraordinary happened. Mira discovered a power, a fate that could completely transform her life. A single wish was all it would take to change everything she thought she knew about herself. It was the moment of her life, the moment to make things perfect—wasn't it? But what would she wish for? Could it be the one thing she had longed for the most—Justin’s heart? Would her wish really come true, despite his current relationship? Could she build the beautiful life with him that she'd always dreamed of, or would fate have another twist in store? At first, it felt like her wish had worked—Mira had everything she wanted. But as with all things too good to be true, there was a cost. To fulfill her wish, she’d broken the rules of life, and now she had to face the shocking secrets of her past. Would these revelations bring her closer to Justin, or push her away in fear of the price she had to pay? What would the past reveal to her, and what would it mean for her future? Justin Maxwell. The king of the campus. Cold. Aloof. Infamously charming. Handsome, yes. But beneath the surface? A mystery. No one could deny that he was every girl’s crush, yet he was always untouchable—especially with Maddie Bluen by his side, the perfect girlfriend in every way. Together, they were the power couple, ruling over the campus with effortless grace. But Justin wasn't just a pretty face. He was the heir to the Justin clan—the legacy of one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in the country. What the world didn't know was that the Justin family harbored a secret: they were ancient vampires, existing in the human world for centuries. Now, Justin's destiny was set. To ascend the throne and lead the vampire world, he needed a mate—someone chosen by fate. But though he searched the campus for her, he’d never felt the pull of destiny... not until he saw her. Mira. The ugly duckling. The girl who could barely stand out in the crowd, but who always put on a brave face. At first, Justin only intended to protect her—from the bullies, from the pain that came with her secret being exposed. But something about Mira tugged at his heart in ways he couldn’t explain. Was it a spell? Or could it be love?

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- The world doesn’t care about the weak. Eryn learned that young. No strength, no talent, no future. Just another forgotten face, another name swallowed by the crowd. Until the Illusionist System found him. It didn’t make him a god. He couldn’t crush mountains or lead armies. It gave him lies—fragile, dangerous lies. Illusions that turned nothing into something, weakness into strength, and truth into whatever he needed it to be. But lies are sharp things, cutting deep, even the one who wields them. Eryn’s lies bought him time, made him cunning, made him dangerous. They shaped him into someone the world couldn’t ignore. But every lie tangled the truth tighter. Kings watched him. Warriors hunted him. Gods measured him. And the system? Its secrets ran darker than he’d ever imagined. This isn’t about heroes or villains. It’s about survival. About a man with nothing who clawed his way out of the shadows. About lies sharp enough to topple kingdoms and truths heavy enough to crush a man. When the lies unravel, what’s left of him? My Skills Are a Lie: The Illusionist System is a story of ambition and survival, where illusions blur into reality, and every victory demands a price. A raw, unflinching tale for those who dare to see the truth hidden behind the lies.

A Love That Began and Ended in a Look Emilia is a quiet, introspective college student who finds solace in her books, her garden, and the soothing melodies of Taylor Swift. Despite her calm and careful nature, she harbors a secret longing for something more—something she doesn’t fully understand. When she locks eyes with Aiden, a charismatic and confident classmate, something inside her stirs. It’s a fleeting moment, just a single glance across a crowded campus, yet it feels as if the universe has shifted. Though their brief interaction leaves a lasting impression on Emilia, Aiden seems to carry on with his life, unaffected by the connection she felt. Emilia becomes consumed by the thought of him, finding herself torn between the fear of rejection and the overwhelming pull she feels toward him. Determined to understand what happened between them, she embarks on a journey to uncover who he is, only to discover that he is as elusive as the emotions he stirs within her. As the story unfolds, Emilia and Aiden’s paths cross again, and they begin to connect over shared interests in books, music, and movies. Their bond deepens, and Emilia finds herself drawn to him in ways she can’t explain. Yet, despite the growing closeness, there remains an undeniable distance—an emotional barrier that neither seems able to cross. In a heart-wrenching twist, the love that started with a single look ends as quickly as it began. Aiden, who has always been emotionally distant, becomes more withdrawn, leaving Emilia to grapple with the painful realization that their connection was never meant to last. What began as an intense, unspoken bond fades into the background of their lives, leaving Emilia to wonder if the fleeting moment they shared was simply a figment of her imagination, a love that existed only in her heart. A Love That Began and Ended in a Look is a poignant exploration of unrequited love, the fragility of human connection, and the bittersweet nature of fleeting moments. It delves into the complexity of emotions that arise when one person sees something in another that the other cannot—or will not—acknowledge. Through Emilia’s journey, the novel asks the question: Can love truly begin with a single glance, and can it really end without ever being fully realized?

A breathing bone. That’s what the nurses called the patient lying down at the end of the hospital’s left wing. Far from the crowd and not supported by any life supporting machine. Abandoned and waiting for death. But death seems to avoid the man. Days. Weeks. Months. For eight years since the man was admitted in the hospital, he stayed lying down without any food or antibiotics… alive. With almost nothing but his organs, wrinkled skin, and bones, the man continuously breathed on top of that unchanged hospital bed that was left like that in fear that they would break the man if they tried to move him even for a bit. His curious case piqued the scientific community but no one can decipher what’s actually happening to the man’s body. Until his ninth year came. And the hospital fell from a massive earthquake. Gladly, in his ninth year, the breathing bone died.

In 2006, a new college graduate lady with a secret crush on the local newspaper's elusive editor-in-chief, saw her dream come true when their late-night texts turned into a chance meeting that changed her life forever. Their first meeting was explosive and unplanned, leading to an intense, whirlwind romance that quickly turned complicated. Yet, as their love blossomed, she found herself torn between her dreams and the future he offered. She chose her path, leaving behind promises of forever and his heartfelt vows, unable to reconcile her family responsibilities and career goals with their relationship. Their relationship unraveled amidst secrets and betrayal, leaving her heart shattered and lost. Her rejection and his subsequent emotional withdrawal left a void that he later filled with betrayal and secrecy, deepening her heartbreak, she faced a heart-wrenching decision: stay and lose herself in the pain or leave to protect her own future. She chose to leave, her heart breaking as she boarded a plane to a new life. After thirteen years, their paths collide once more when he becomes the university president at her workplace. Now, she must navigate a web of professional decorum and lingering emotions, while he harbors a cold, resentful demeanor. As their eyes meet across a crowded hallway, the unresolved past and old wounds resurface, threatening to unravel both their lives once again. Will the echoes of their forgotten promise lead to a second chance, or will the ghosts of their past keep them apart forever?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

"The boy has no potential- he's worthless". The words of the tester rang through the crowd as Ray Cian was made fun of...again Having been deemed useless and Destined to live and die an average nobody. Ray became a broken mess. After a long night of drunk stupor, and mingling with the wrong set in an alleyway, Ray was beaten to near death. Until... [Congratulations host has awakened the X-Rank attribute extraction system] ----- With a bloody smile, Ray swore "With my powers, I shall plunge this world into darkness".

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

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