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In a world where gods bicker like siblings, heroes flex for fame, and magic flows as freely as tavern ale, one unlucky soul gets the reincarnation deal of a lifetime—well, almost. Waking up in a fluffy body with twitchy ears and a tail that won't stop wiggling, our protagonist quickly realizes his new life isn’t exactly the stuff of epic ballads. He’s not a fearsome dragon, a dashing swordsman, or even a mildly threatening goblin. Nope. He’s a rabbit—a cute, pint-sized ball of fluff with "snack" written all over him. But hey, when life gives you carrots, you make stew… or, uh, figure out how not to become rabbit stew. Armed with quick wits, an absurd amount of luck, and a knack for dodging death by hopping around, this hare-raising adventure sees him hopping through a magical world full of danger, absurdity, and even romance. (Who knew some people were into rabbits?!) With gods watching his every move, adventurers mistaking him for loot, and predators thinking he looks delicious, one thing’s for sure: it’s not easy being prey. But with a little cunning and maybe some help from a snarky companion or two, he might just prove that even the smallest creature can have the biggest bite.

Tell me, what does one do when they discover they were reincarnated into an Otome game as the villainess' playboy older brother? Of course I had always been aware of my situation as a reincarnated person, but it was only when my sister's engagement to the Crown Prince was announced that I finally encountered a piece of my first life after all these years. I thought, "Hey, this is exactly the same situation as that Otome game I was playing that day!" But wait. My sister becomes the evil, hated villainess whose fate doesn't ends well at all, you say? As if I'd allow that! The protagonist wants to steal your man and ruin you? Too arrogant! This daddy(brother) will mess her up good! I'll completely crush all the people that want to harm my precious, adorable little sister! Just fall in love with the Crown Prince and achieve your happiness, my sweet sister! This is such a story. ...Except my sister seems to be a blooming bro-con? And the heroine keeps looking at me funny... *** Haven't read volume one yet? Get it at google playbooks! https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Cupcake_ninja_My_Sister_The_Villainess?id=oMcWEAAAQBAJ *** Sit down and have a pint at the Dragon Tavern! https://discord.gg/cHeN3KR

This novel is about how my character will grow to challenge not only himself but also for his sanity. It will take me a while to get this started as even tho it's a fanfic I want actual facts in here so research is needed

Itaka is a 15 year old girl at an magic school. Then she bumps into her childhood best friend. But her friend is just a bit cuter than she was before. Chapter 2 comes out next Saturday.

Everything in this novel will be 18+, although everyone is welcome if you are like me who watched horror movies with a smile at 7 :) This story is a beautiful tale mixing a pinch of video game, a pint of gacha, tons of murder, a spoonful of debauchery and yanderes, a lot of yanderes derived from iconic horror villains. You cook all of this in hell fire and you get a magnificent kingdom building, harem, fantasy novel, with lots of smut, plot and gore. It's like fate (the Manga and anime) with the sole purpose of shedding blood mixed with a zombie (demon) apocalypse. Oh! And I try to be as original as possible when it comes to the plot, the characters and the system/powers so no basic plot or protagonist here :) And to make it clear, this isn't a story of a happy go lucky guy that summons lovey dovey girls, no, it's the story of a sociopath that can summon soul, pain, fear, blood and flesh eating monsters that hide under the disguise of hot chicks, you have been warned. The bloodfest is waiting for you. Have fun :D Disclaimer: None of the pictures I may use are mine, all rights belong to their artist and owner. If you are the owner and wish to have it taken down write a comment and it shall be done.

After eating a pint of ice cream our MC passed away only to be reincarnated as what? On Hiatus.

sorry if u are reading this the book is over for now im too pint down with school to think for a story for this but ive already wrote out a story for another book so im going to publish that instead

Grey, a son of a renowned scientist, ventures his way surviving countless close-death scenarios. Will he be able to find the cure for the spread of the virus-fungi disease? Parasyte: Turner, Grey B., and Parasyte: Yuki, Fleur S. are interconnected stories. In this novel, you'll experience the adventure of a young and handsome man fighting against his destiny. Grey, our main protagonist, is a serious and intellectual guy who inherited the traits of his Father, Andrew Turner. Let's unravel the mysteries of the world infested with undead monsters! We'll encounter the loss of his family members dying before his hand, strategies that he needs to utilise to save his allies, and a pint of romance to save his sanity from despair! Oh, and by the way~ You might have to read something spicy along the road! Keep your eyes peeled, young lads! @Photograph captured by @Snowphira

Lucus Raven, a former spy of the New World War. Was celebrating the turn of the century in the typical fashion of the British, in a bar with a pint of cold beer. However, in the year 2200, a mysterious entity contacted humanity with a message. "Enter the Realms and gain untold powers." Re-joined by his former squad mates as pathfinders in the new world that humanity has been gifted. Mystery and danger lie around ever corner, only the brave and the fearless have the courage to enter the realms.

It all started with a cat, a very unique cat. That cat had intelligence far than what normal cats like her kind should have. But she wasn't really normal, wasn't she? The cat met a person in the forest she lived, that person needed her help with food so she decided to help, and they became friends! But then, the person had to do something else that also needed the cats help. The person was successful due to the cat's help, and the cat decided to tag along with the person. And then, from peace to war, from war, to utter chaos happened. She was a unique being, too unique for her own saftey, empires even fought to obtain her. But she had something within her that helped her fend of those greedy people, she was after all, a reincarnator. In the world of "Exevron" where peace lies almost none existent, travel a cat with immense power held within her soft paws. *Distant loud explosions coupled with gun-shots and a small mushroom cloud rising* Hahhh (exasperated sigh).... "Grass damn, what a CATastrophe." ------ . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . Cover picture isn't mine, I took it from the internet to be specific. To be even more specific, Pint*rest. To be even more specific, from the acount "DeviantArt". There, credits go to that person/acount. If you want to know where I got the cover art, grass-dammit man, I already cited the source.

FUFC Synopsis Peter Hamm is a lifelong Flint United Supporter who can’t hold down a job but can hold his liquor like a league champ. The same cannot be said for his beloved FUFC, who are in a fight for survival in league football. Through Peter, we see a glimpse of this small footballing town as everything predicates on the match day result, and where woe and heartache is solved with a pint or four and victory is celebrated the same way. With hope and money all but gone from the club, along with a string of foreign managers, FUFC will turn to the only person daft enough and free enough to take the job. Can Peter Hamm, who never saved a pence if it weren’t for a drink, save this team and town from facing relegation?

You ever just get sucked into a place? Well maybe not sucked into. One minute you're driving along the next minute Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore. Portaled straight into hell various people have told you to go to throughout your life. Apparently it’s called a dungeon but that seems borderline bdsm, even more so in context, so let’s go with dimension. So you, Dorothy, are not in Kansas. Are we copacetic? Good. Now this not Kansas place we find ourselves in has got some problems. Problem one: you have no idea what a demon would actually look like but the snarling eight foot tall, uglier than shit on your shoe, razor sharp toothed, eyes blacker than the soul of your ex, redder than old yellers pecker, maybe has an exoskeleton, thing is doing a pretty bang up job with the impression. Problem two: when the very good demon cosplaying thing, you’re actually ninety percent sure is an actual demon, decides to rip your throat out with its very long and pointy teeth, as you break knuckles and rip tendons trying and failing to keep your trachea where it should be, you ain’t checking out as ought to be after x pints of blood lost and crushed and devoured organs. Undying seems pretty nifty and all but there comes a time when one needs to check out as it were. Flee the old mortal coil. Break a toe or two on that proverbial bucket. Hell at least lose consciousness. So what then when there ain't nothing but goin and the goin gets a bit tougher then what ought to be handled by a mortal man? Well let me tell you it fucking sucks big time. Small digression here. Have you ever screamed without your throat? Me neither, you just sort of gurgle and wheeze. If you're lucky you make a wet whistling noise. The world doesn’t get darker and you don’t get to go someplace that isn't here right now when you are undying. No checkout desk at the hotel you, sorry. One star would not recommend, highly. Digression over. Problem three: Ain’t got no shoes to snap together and wish myself back to tornado alley. Don’t know where to go. Don’t know what to do. Got a status and a time limit. Great. Super. Now what the actual fuck is this clock counting down to in my personal floating spreadsheet of all things quantifiably me? Who knows. I got one thing going for me though. I have a great teacher: pain. The most loyal and dedicated companion. It will never steer you wrong. It will never lie to you. It will never ignore you even when you beg. I heed you, pain, and I will know wisdom.