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A Filipino high student from Leyte, named Basilio Valencia died in a landslide but was reincarnated into another world, which is a partial modern and fantasy world with some modern technology. But thanks to an ability called Tech, he still has his phone, journal, and laptop, as well as some pens and journaling equipment. Thus, he can still listen to his favorite songs and watch his favorite shows, anime, and movies from his previous life through his gadgets. Seeing his creature comforts being reincarnated with him, Basilio thought that he would recontinue his partially changed way of life, but his luck ran out when he almost died in a hostile army known as the Vamzom (Vampire-Zombie) Army. That army, which a Demon Sorcerer cursed to be blood-thirsty creatures that are more like a hybrid of both vampires and zombies, was killing humans and other races that had blood with combat helicopters, pistols, and swords for their blood. But then, the army regained their humanity partially when they realized what they had done to him and the other humans and races. So, they regretted their actions and worked hard to save him. But, while Basilio was in a coma, their leader, Ruslan Makesa, driven by guilt, took his own life by stabbing himself with his Blood Sword, before placing his powers as a Vamzom in a box; he intended to pass that and his leadership to the Basilio once he survive and wake up from his coma. And so, after Basilio had survived and woken up from his 2-month-long coma, the army apologized to Basilio and asked him to lead them, promising to be good to all races. Basilio was shocked but he forgave them, taking Ruslan's leadership with his own morals and ideals. So, after that, Basilio built a country with the Vamzom race that is civilized and friendly with his cultural traits and morals as a Filipino in his previous life, as well as modeling the new nation, known as the Ruslav Nation, after the Philippine republic. But Basilio discovered that there is a race called Otherworlders, which he was a part of, and took this as an opportunity to make alliances with them. But will Basilio adapt to this new life in a strange world? Warning: The photo used for the book cover is NOT mine! Credits go to the original owner!

The lord raised an eyebrow and said, "When I say one, you cannot answer with two." "Yes." So, she thought, answering with three should be fine, and it's not troublesome at all. "I want you to go east, you must not go west." "Yes." She nodded more submissively. If not east or west, then going north or south wouldn't be bad, not a big problem. "I forbid you to seek other men." "Yes!" She nodded even more affirmatively. She never sought out men; they usually came to her... [PS: The original title of this novel is "Bursting Laughter Concubine: Lord, I Will Wait for You to Divorce Your Wife."]

Just more old journal entries of mine, but this time things are a bit more...weighty? Complicated? These journals were written 12 years after those of Volume 1! Let us cringe a little more. Maybe a little less? Looking back now, I wasn't that naive...was I? *Names will be omitted and replaced with "XXXXX" in order to keep some semblance of privacy.*

He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance. However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness. "Do you love me?" he asked coldly. "You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain. In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control. But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan. Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor: "Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death." Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him. It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

A collection of old journals for a child that was never born, and still has yet to be.

Asher is a boy who has the power to save the world or completely demolish it. He has been running his whole life from the corrupt and powerful Brimfell army, who only want to use his power to force the other nations into submission. Asher along with his friends must come together in order to strike down Brimfell as it grows stronger every day. The story of power and how it can corrupt or prosper depending on the person wielding it. Will Asher and friends be able to save the world or will darkness reign over Meridenn?

The world ended. As Alan died, with everything around him flooding and going to ruin, he heard a voice: Imminent death of skill holder detected. Conditions met. Activating Unique Skill: Regression. Thus began his tale of infinite regression.

Katherine Zara, a single middle aged office worker, went about her day as she always had; wake up, go to work, come home and read or play games. However, today would be different. Before she left for work, her ex broke into her apartment and killed her. When she woke up, she was given many choices. She could pick her new world, pick her starting point, and pick her system among many other things. And so Katherine decided to become a servant to a villainess. Follow Katherine as she serves her petty, demanding mistress in a world of swords and magic. Additional: The Female Lead (Katherine) will be submissive to her mistress, but will be cold towards others. I plan on having some action, but mainly this will be a story about Katherine serving her mistress and leveling up her system.

#Age gap #taboo #Erotica #Smut #love triangle #boyxgirl #BDSM #dominant #possessive #submissive #poortorich #billionaire #mafia WARNING!!! (THIS BOOK IS A DARK ROMANCE WITH BDSM, SLUT-SHAMING, ROUGH AND PAINFUL SCENES, AND MORALLY AMBIGOUS THEMES THAT MOST REFER TO AS DUBIOUS CONSENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS THEN READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Milo was the most dangerous mobster in Russia and I was his slave, his sex toy, and his property. He was one step closer from branding me as his. He killed anyone who got close to me or touched me in any way. He showered me with luxury and gifts that I would have never afforded myself. I didn’t care that he had many enemies who would use me to get to him. He was everything I could have dreamt of and more. The only problem was, I was 19 yrs his junior and I was his son’s ex-girlfriend. I found myself caught between father and son. Was blood really thicker than love? My name is Emilie and this is how Milomir Petrov ruined my life. {Daily updates of two chapters} As you know, my books is not a Dual POV {100 powerstones = 4 bonus chapters in Milo's POV} {50 golden tickets = 6 bonus chapters in Milo's POV} (Or any characters you may request)

This story is simply immortal knowledge, and lessons are told in story form. He will recite past experiences and lessons he’s learned in his life. Hoping the readers will learn something.

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. And the world will soon know what that truly means. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

The title pretty much says it all. This is the journal of Jane Brown. Each journal entry may be very short or very long. Entries may be close together or far apart. It depends on when and if Jane decides to or remembers to update her journal. If ever. Just like most of the non-diary or journal writer keepers out there - or uninspired authors. Yep. Warning: VERY SLOOOW updates. This is a story written on a whim. Let's see how long the inspiration will last for. This style of writing is somewhat experimental. Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and is not based on any one person. Any portrayal of real people or real events (excluding some major world events) is entirely accidental and coincidental. It is in not in any way, shape of form meant to be a commentary on anyone or anything, even less on current issues in society. This is literally meant to be boring (hence the ordinary title) without being too boring. It is just about the average slow paced life and interests of an average person. (Not meant for and not interested in contracting.)

A self proclaimed researcher that is documenting unknown anomalies in his journal and you the viewer manage to find his journal.

I’ve finally started my very first game, and everything is going great... or at least, I thought it was. As I continued with my development, I’ve started to notice strange things happening—things I can’t quite explain. I’m not sure if it’s a bug or something... more. What started off as a simple passion project is quickly becoming something I never expected, and I can't shake off this feeling that I might not be the one controlling the game anymore. I’ll be documenting every step of my journey in this logbook. If you'd like to join me, feel free to do so.

Search for books with the same title for more updates on goole play, gumroad, esty "One billion. I'll take her." He was the man whispered about in hushed tones—cold as a demon from hell, ruthless and efficient, a man who loathed women to his core. Yet, for her, he couldn't let go. After a night of passion, he scoured the entire city to no avail, only to cross paths with her again at an auction. Without hesitation, he spent an astronomical sum to claim her. She thought her life would forever remain in such lowly submission, shackled to this man. But fate took an unexpected turn—a tragic accident robbed him of his memory, granting her a newfound freedom. Just as she began to rebuild her life and savor the calm she thought she had reclaimed, he appeared before her once more, his eyes piercing, his voice certain. “Woman, you look... familiar.”

Elara feels like a ghost wandering through the noise and chaos of high school, feeling completely disconnected from everything around her. Her thoughts are killing her, her voice is almost inaudible, and she feels like a puzzle piece that doesn’t belong in the picture. A loner and a thinker, she spends her time in books and her journal, desperate for connection but too afraid to take the chance and get rejected. Elara has always kept people at arm’s length, and things change when a classmate, Asher, suddenly takes an interest in her. Elara begins to on a journey of discovery of herself, confronting her feelings of loneliness and gathering the courage to open up. Along the way, she realizes that the same thoughts and emotions that made her feel like an outcast might actually be the tools she needs to build real relationships and find her spot in a world she once thought she’d never be a part of. The Quiet In-Between is a story about loneliness, self-discovery, and the strength it takes to reach out in a world that seems unattainable.

[Cover art is AI-generated, credits to webnovel] "You journal? That's silly" His laugh made my jaw tick, here we go again with people telling me the things I enjoy doing are 'Childish' or 'Silly'. I closed the book and stood up, my hair coming undone as the band snapped. Great, just great. My phone buzzed as I walked away, my name being yelled by the prick behind me. The screen read 'Eudora'. I hesitated before picking and placed it next to my ear waiting for her to speak. I wish I didn't...pick up the phone.

WRITTEN IN TAGLISH A month before her departure, Caroline found an old bucket list that she and Hiro wrote together since the start of their relationship. It contained all of the things they wanted to do, kasi naniwala silang magsasama na sila habang-buhay. Their connection was voided, but the excitement came back to her the moment she opened the journal. So... how should someone accomplish a couple's bucket list?

Michael Conner is a haunted teenager who basically feels that the world weighs upon him, and every step he makes is drawing him deeper into its cruel clutches. After five years of escaping, fate drags him back for the funeral of his ex-best friend's grandfather-a moment he had dreadfully awaited. What begins as a reluctant return turns out to be a nightmarish journey. In the attic, full of dust, he finds a concealed journal, and the dark secrets it holds unfold a terrifying truth: the grandfather had made a malevolent bargain, trading in his family's souls to some ancient, evil being. Having realized that the town he once knew is steeped in darkness, Michael must swallow his pride and team up with Jake, his former best friend turned bitter enemy. As they grapple with old wounds and simmering resentment, their shared mission forces them to confront both their haunting past and the chilling present that threatens everything they hold dear. Together, they step into the darkness that has consumed their hometown, where every new turn reveals more secrets-secrets that threaten their view of reality and promise to tear asunder the very fibers of their life. With danger looming large over them, tensions rising, Michael and Jake must race against time to try and break the chain of their families that is cursed, binding them into this malevolent force. Will they find a way to redeem themselves and save those they love, or will the darkness claim them forever? Prepare for a gripping tale of friendship, betrayal, and the fight for redemption in the face of unimaginable evil.

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In the remote Arctic town of Námura (derived from the Inuit word for "silent watcher"), a decades-old government research station studying the Northern Lights begins picking up strange electromagnetic pulses. When geologist Dr. Elara Kóvak returns to her childhood home to investigate her father’s mysterious suicide, she uncovers his final journal entry: “They’re not lights. They’re eyes.” As the auroras grow unnaturally bright, townspeople report sleepwalking episodes, shared nightmares of a "crystalline forest" growing beneath the ice, and whispers in a language that bypasses the ears to vibrate directly in the brain. Elara discovers her father’s team accidentally punctured a subterranean vault older than human civilization—releasing Namura, a shapeshifting entity that thrives on fear and mimics human form… imperfectly.

Literally just a bunch of old journal entries of mine. Cringe along with me as I relive these days. It's been at least 15 years...some of these are as old as 20! How bad could it be? *Names will be omitted and replaced with "XXXXX" in order to keep some semblance of privacy.*

In a world where magic is power and dungeons hold ancient secrets, one boy’s struggle for survival could ignite a revolution—or unleash an ancient evil. Kael Ardent is an outsider at Eldermyst Academy, haunted by the destruction of his village and the monstrous attack that left him orphaned. While his peers flaunt their magical prowess, Kael struggles with even the simplest spell. But when he stumbles upon a mysterious journal tied to an ancient power called the Nexus, everything changes.

When Seo Joo-won, a fresh-faced intern, steps into the sleek world of Hanlim Corporation, he never expects to catch the eye of Kim Joon-ho, the enigmatic CEO known for his cold demeanor and sharp wit. As professional boundaries blur and forbidden desires ignite, Joo-won must navigate a dangerous game of power, passion, and secrecy where one wrong move could cost him everything.

this is me writing my dreams out and experience for all if you by chance see this and want to use one of my dreams as a inspiration for your own book go for it brotha

Revenge. “But it’s true! Look at what a good woman like Sophie is and compare it to this useless daughter-in-law of mine! If she could use even half of her brain to think, I’m sure my son James would have gotten that promotion he’s been after. What a stroke of bad luck,” her mother-in-law sneered. Lila’s hands trembled as she clenched her fists. The humiliation burned, but she kept her head down. “Don’t be angry at Mother. She may get upset and hit you sometimes, but she’s only correcting you because she views you as her daughter. Don’t be angry, okay?” Revenge. “I trust you! Thank you, big sis, you’re perfect! What a shame you’re not my sister-in-law,” the words stung more than any slap. “Is she dead?! We can't get caught, we have to get rid of her body, or else we’ll be in trouble!” She must have her revenge. --- Humiliated. Broken. Betrayed. Lila had once been a loving wife who believed in her husband James. But the family she worked so hard to please shattered her spirit, treating her as nothing more than a burden. Left to suffer and abandoned, she was given a second chance by fate. Now, she’s back. Stronger, smarter, and unforgiving. This time, she isn’t the submissive woman they destroyed. This time, they’ll pay. Every cruel word, every betrayal, every slap—they’ll all come back to haunt them. Will revenge be enough to heal her shattered heart, or will Caspian, the man she least expects, teach her to trust and love again?

Fang Xi has transmigrated, and it's the second time! In the Cultivation World, I was submissive. In the other world, I struck with a heavy fist! Who would have thought that after thousands of years, I've become a big shot in the Cultivation World! (Pursuing Longevity + infinite flow - these are quality works presented by Wen Chao Publishing. Rest assured, these books are top-notch reads, so feel free to add them to your collection)

Lost and abandoned in this mansion, the only thing keeping us alive. Most of us have given up hope on finding a way home. This is my journal of how we came to know the truth of this place.

It's a non-plotted one-shot, smut book, with Dominates Female and Submissive Male characters. The chapters are different from each others. Basically it's a smut book without any storyline. I hope you enjoy enough to support my Patreon one day! --Love, author!