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Little Tyrant

Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant

As the overweight daughter of the Sutton family, Kelsie is an eyesore to everyone. Her father can't wait to get rid of her, his wife and their daughter daughter too. The man she's supposed to marry can't stand her and looks for ways to end their engagement, all to no avail. But on the day she's to get married, she finds out she's pregnant. Her fiancé finally uses the opportunity to break off his engagement to her and her father sends her packing to her aunt in another city never to return after she refuses to remove the baby like he asked her to. Seven years later, she returns to the city to claim her position as the heiress of her mother's fortune, which her father and his wife and daughter has been living off of all these years. But not as the overweight duckling everyone expected, but as a stunning, glamorous woman. Behind her are three children: a daughter who looks exactly like her, a handsome son, and another handsome son who looks too much like the most powerful man in the city. Unexpectedly, the dimwit, her fiancé who broke off their engagement comes begging for them to get married like they were supposed to. "So what if you're stunning now and lost all that weight? Everyone knows you used to be an ugly duckling. Who knows the underhanded ways you resorted to to lose weight. Forget our past and marry me again." The woman looked at him and snickered. "Aren't you the heir of the Baker family? Why would you marry a fatso like me?" The man huffed and said arrogantly. "Hmph! Do whatever you want. But I assure you that no one in Silicon Valley will want to marry a woman saddled with bastard children!" The triplets came up on his face and snorted in disdain. "Who's this? Where is daddy when a man like this harasses mommy?” “I told you he wasn’t worth her. Hurry up and call him quickly.” The man who was in the middle of a conference call ended it as soon as he heard the news and went straight to where she was. “Are you hitting on my wife? Bastards? Are you calling the beloved children of Jett Adler bastards?” “Eh-what? Jett Adler? The most powerful man in the city? How is that even possible!”
LittleGoddess_ · 283.9K Views

Dungeon Core Tyrant

Cory Hayes never imagined death would be the beginning of his true story. Reincarnated into the world of Noater as Fenlor Dusksoul, a humanoid dungeon core, he awakens to a world where survival means more than just staying alive—it means building an unassailable fortress, forging loyal monsters, and outwitting the relentless greed of humanity. Located deep within a shadowy forest, Fenlor’s dungeon, the Soul Wrath Dungeon, is a newborn among its kind. It feeds on the souls of intruders, growing stronger with each battle. But the path to power is fraught with peril: greedy adventurers seek to plunder his secrets, rival dungeons loom in the distance, and whispers of ascended dungeons controlling continents fill the air. Armed with the ability to summon spectral warriors, upgrade his dungeon’s facilities, and absorb the energy of his foes, Fenlor must learn to master his System Interface, uncover the secrets of the Soul Wrath Path, and grow his dungeon from fledgling to dominion. Yet even as he strengthens his forces, questions plague him: Who orchestrated his reincarnation? And why does this world feel so deeply connected to the wrath within him? In a world where dungeons rise and fall like kingdoms, Fenlor’s journey to power begins. As his dungeon grows and his enemies multiply, one thing becomes clear: only the strongest will survive, and Fenlor will stop at nothing to ensure his soul reigns eternal. Dungeon Core Tyrant is a gripping fusion of dungeon-building strategy, epic fantasy, and the relentless fight for survival in a world where even death doesn’t grant peace. Perfect for fans of reincarnation sagas, morally complex antiheroes, and high-stakes battles against overwhelming odds. My Gmail: itsmedemon33@gmail.com
itsmedemon · 1.9K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 21K Views
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