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My Fury System: bringing chaos to the world

Zhao feng,an eighteen years old student from earth transmigrated into the body of a lazy young master of red moon continent,a cultivation realm ,where the strong dominate and the weak gets trampled upon, upon arriving,he got the 'Fury System' after his cute vixen sister got angry at him. Zhao feng initially wanted to enjoy a prodigal and carefree life after knowing how powerful his father was, until he had a taste of strength that the system gave him,he only had to make people angry to get fury points and raise his realm indefinitely. Since then, Zhao feng has made his life goals 'To make people furious " He encountered great difficulties and tribulations on his journey to immortality,alongside his shameless minions, since he never targets those weaker than him, it's always those whose strength is far above his, those that can kill him in a wave of their hands, but as fate will have it,they overcome all disasters. Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." "Fury +5000" Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. May I ask you to follow Zhao feng in his journey of standing against the heavens,crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of bloods to get to his destination. Deities and immortal beings became his stepping stone to the greater DAO . Oh,he didn't forget one important thing..... making his enemies puke blood in Fury.
PURITY_2443 · 2.4K Views

The Animagus: From Hunter to Monster

There came a sudden ravage by monstrous creatures in a civilian world, leaving humanity's hope to lurk in shadows. Hunters, trained in special schools, wield potential and abilities that enabled them keep the beasts at bay. For Buji, life’s difficulties stem not from being an orphan, but from relentless bullying. Nicknamed “the weakling,” he detests the label but bears it forcefully since he could do nothing. When he transfers to a new school to join his foster sister, Buji thought things would be different. But, during the Awakening Ceremony of the school, he find out a shocking truth: he's was going to be an S-Rank hunter without a talent. Awakening no talent only added more difficulty to his life struggle as he was branded an outcast. On the verge of death during his first raid, Buji awakens an enigmatic system. [Host Found] [Survival due to inheritance] [Congrats, you have gained the status of a 'player'.] [The player, upon leveling up will awaken a potent monster] [Class: Animagus | Type: Snake | Aspect: Venom] [Do you accept?] Given the choice to embrace a monstrous path, Buji seizes it with unyielding resolve. 'If becoming a monster is my only path to strength, I’ll take it—and the world will regret casting me aside. Fighting against these hunters was going to be a job, but imagine a world where I had control over monsters, had my own monster kingdom, and becoming the strongest of all. Stepping on these hunters won’t be a deal anyway.' "Yes!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me through to wander the path of this novel. Join my discord link: https://discord.gg/AkmDQUmWx3
Simma_boi · 147.9K Views

The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée

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.
SukieWrites · 13.4K Views

The wicked alpha’s mute bride: Train me Master, choose me

The war between humans, witches, vampires, and dragons was over before it even began. Humans never stood a chance. Now, they are nothing more than slaves—property to be used, discarded, or worse. But power alone does not determine freedom. Even among vampires, witches, and wolves, those born powerless are treated no better than slaves, exploited for resources, labor, and pleasure. The supernatural races live in separate realms, divided by their own rules and hierarchies, but soon, all may collide. In Goden Arc, one of the twelve packs that serve as the home of the wolves, Olivia is born mute—a disgrace to her father, one of the strongest Betas. Hated by her mother, tormented by her brother, she endures years of abuse—until her eighteenth birthday, when she finally dares to dream of escape. She flees to the Mating Cave, hoping to find her fated mate and a chance at freedom. But instead, her scent ignites a frenzy, drawing in every male wolf in the cave. That is when she learns the horrifying truth—she is a Stealer Wolf, the last of a cursed bloodline of venomous seductresses, wiped out by former Alphas for their unnatural ability to lure and enslave both men and women. Weakened, mute, and now feared as something monstrous, Olivia’s fate grows even darker when she discovers that her mate is none other than the Alpha himself. Though he saves her from the wolves, he refuses to accept her as his Luna. To him, she is unworthy. Instead, he makes her his slave, forcing her into brutal training to prove her worth—or die trying. But when Olivia’s heart begins to glow and she starts to hear a voice whispering, *"They are coming,"* she realizes that the nightmare of her past is nothing compared to what lies ahead. Meanwhile, in Glazon, the land of witches, Alita, the daughter of a village chief, faces her own curse. Wolves and witches have always been enemies, yet fangs meant only for wolves emerge every time her heart glows. If anyone finds out, she will be executed. But when she saves a mysterious man with a dragon tattoo, her fate takes a turn she never expected—one that could unravel everything she thought she knew about herself and her world. Betrayal. Secrets. Lies. Kingdoms at war. Politics. Love. Passion. Power. Family. This is a story unlike anything you’ve read before—each chapter will leave you breathless and begging for more.
Miraharlson · 25.6K Views

Torre do Dragão do Caos Primordial: Sistema de Harém

[Aviso: Conteúdo adulto 18+. Conteúdo extremamente erótico a cada 10 - 20 capítulos] "O quê, recebi duas habilidades de classificação SSS? Torre, mostre-me." [Nome da Habilidade: Toque Pervertido Divino] [Nome da Habilidade: Manual dos 10.000 Caminhos do Prazer] --- Kent era um humano masculino bonito que, por algum motivo, não conseguia fazer seu pau ficar ereto, nem era capaz de sentir prazer. Ele viveu toda a sua vida cheio de arrependimento e ódio. Sabendo que seus dias não melhorariam com o passar do tempo, ele optou por se tornar um diretor de filmes adultos, onde podia ver tudo de perto e ganhar muito por seu profissionalismo. (Ele não conseguia levantar seu pau, então nada de esquisitices no set... Lol) Então ele foi morto e sua alma foi sugada para o reino do Ódio e Ressentimento. Tudo mudou para ele a partir daí. Ele recebeu uma Torre Herança de Nível Celestial, que lhe concedeu acesso a um Sistema de Harém Excessivamente Poderoso. Ele também recebeu um corpo avantajado com um pau de 9 polegadas divino. Mas isso não foi de graça... Ele foi encarregado de uma missão para matar o deus da alquimia pela deusa do ódio e ressentimento. Claro, ele deve fazer da deusa seu primeiro membro do harém como requisito para seu primeiro desafio. Após um ano inteiro de sexo e prazer, ele conseguiu seu desejo. Então, ele foi enviado para começar sua jornada como cultivador com um sistema de harém e duas habilidades de classificação SSS. Com mulheres esperando seu resgate e uma deusa que realiza todos os seus desejos, Kent começou sua jornada com o pau divino que seria usado para fazer as mulheres felizes. Uma jornada cheia de sangue, dor e prazer... ============ Sem NTR Sem Yuri ============ Junte-se ao Servidor Discord: https://discord.gg/HQFRrS8y6Q
Pen_Drop · 1.2K Views

O Serviço Secreto de Quarto da Vilã

Você realmente pensou que depois de tudo o que você fez comigo, eu simplesmente deixaria você ir, Rosalie? Você pode muito bem ir para o próprio Diabo, pois caso contrário, eu definitivamente vou encontrá-la. Não importa o quê. Um dia, Wang Meiling, uma funcionária de escritório comum que gosta de ler livros de fantasia romântica, acorda no corpo de Rosalie Ashter, uma vilã secundária no romance de fantasia indicado para maiores de idade pelo qual ela estava lendo antes dessa estranha transmigração. Conforme esperado da trama, Rosalie deveria morrer nas mãos de seu irmão louco e abusivo, Raphael. Assim, armada com o conhecimento detalhado da história original, Meiling está determinada a salvar a trágica vilã cujo corpo agora está possuindo e se aproxima do Duque Damien Dio, o protagonista masculino que está sofrendo da maldição da 'febre Acme'. Ela oferece a ele um relacionamento contratual de um ano, prometendo ajudá-lo a aliviar seu sofrimento em troca de sua proteção contra a família Ashter e um pagamento generoso posteriormente. A princípio cético, Damien concorda em assinar o contrato, mas quando finalmente chega a hora de Rosalie deixar o Duque, ela percebe que terminar o relacionamento deles pode não ser tão fácil quanto ela pensava. Este romance pode ser categorizado como 'ele se apaixona primeiro e com mais intensidade'. AVISO: A história contém conteúdo adulto, como cenas R18, comportamento obsessivo/yandere, abuso doméstico, indícios de abuso sexual e gaslighting. Também incluirá a representação de violência e gore. Leia por sua própria conta e risco.
yoojee · 26.7K Views

The runaway wife is back!

``` If she had known he was so noble and domineering, a man not to be trifled with, could she have shoved the nozzle into his mouth? No. If she had known he was the rich and powerful Crown Prince, could she have accidentally bitten him? No. If she had known he was the "Cold-faced King of Hell" whom everyone respected yet kept at a distance, would she still have checked him for drunk driving? No. * Lian Qiao, grayer than Cinderella, could never have imagined she would have any connection with such a man. Yet here she was, kidnapped in broad daylight and humiliated without anyone daring to interfere. Could she refrain from biting him, biting him, and continuing to bite him? * He, whose family background was illustrious and who was so handsome that it was ridiculous, never got close to women. No woman should even dream of approaching within three feet of him. Yet not only had she come close, she had inserted and even bitten. Could he forgive her, forgive her, and keep forgiving her? *When equatorial glaciers melt, when they become engrained in flesh and blood... What would become of him and her? * [One-liner introduction]: This is the growth story of a sneaky, sarcastic woman with a venomous tongue hiding behind a smile; and the pursuit of a wife by a tyrannical, yet devoted husband as cold and ruthless as the King of Hell himself. P: On the tumultuous path, conflicts arise anew; witness Sijin once again portray boundless love and ultimate indulgence. Invariable principle: A little torment for affection, never too much, one on one to the end! [Excerpt]: She had vanished for six years, and to her surprise, as soon as she returned to the country and disembarked the plane, he slapped handcuffs on her. "Girl, both deserting a spouse and deserting the army cost dearly. Which are you guilty of?" he asked. "Uncle..." Behind her, a cute and innocent little fairy with eyes brimming with tears asked innocently in a milky voice, "Why are you catching my mommy?" He was taken aback. Could this be their daughter? "Little girl, how old are you?" he asked. "Four years old," the little beauty replied with a sweet smile. What a joke! I, the genius little schemer, why should I tell you the truth? What does it matter if you are my daddy? Dare to bully my mommy, and wait to see my seventy-two transformations... * ```
Si Jin · 106.4K Views

My Teen Insanity

Hananoi Tojiko is a figure shrouded in controversy, a human being who has long wished he had never been born. From his earliest memories, he saw himself as a miserable creature, cursed by existence itself. At the age of eight, he attempted to end his life—a desperate act that not only failed but also set his life spiraling into chaos. His mother’s hatred for him grew venomous, and the violent fights between his parents became the backdrop of his shattered childhood. When the news of his suicide attempt spread like a plague through the neighborhood, the shame and scrutiny became unbearable, forcing him to flee Japan, a broken boy exiled from his own home. Years later, Hananoi returns to Japan, a shadow of his former self, yet bearing the title of a recommended student at Noriko High School—a prestigious institution reserved for the elite. The school is a gilded cage, filled with the children of powerful families, prodigies, and those destined for greatness. But beneath its polished surface lies a world of cutthroat ambition, hidden cruelty, and unspoken rules. Hananoi, with his fractured psyche and the scars of his past, is an outsider in this world of privilege. His return is not a homecoming; it is a collision. His nemesis, a figure from his past, lurks in the shadows, waiting to reignite their bitter rivalry. And within Hananoi’s mind, the demons of his childhood still linger, whispering doubts and feeding his darkest impulses. Will he find a way to confront the darkness that has followed him since childhood, or will it consume him entirely? In a world where power and influence reign supreme, Hananoi’s tormented mind may be his greatest weapon—or the chain that drags him into the abyss.
Apnos · 1.2K Views

THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!

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?
Favour_9_Olajide · 128K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 2.3K Views

Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress

Enemies to lovers? ✔️ Villainous and possessive ML?✔️ Fiery spirited FL?✔️ Dark Romance?✔️ Excerpt: “Wife?” Lady Karina repeated, almost shouting as if she'd misheard him. “I would not marry you even if you were the last man in this world,” she remarked with sweet venom, a poison Van Merikh would gladly drink. “You are a murderer and a thief. I do not want you!” “But I want you,” Van Merikh stated firmly, his dual-coloured gaze leaving no room for argument. “And that is where this conversation shall end, Lady.” Van Merikh threw open the door and practically dragged her to the base of the stairs that led to the upper floors. When she refused to mount the steps, he easily lifted her onto the first step and spanked her soundly on the bottom. “Go to your chambers,” he ordered softly. “This is not over,” Lady Karina growled. “I will fight you with the last breath in my body against this…this madness.” “Go, or you shall feel my hand on your backside again.” ************** Magic as the world of Ethuaria knew it came from the distinct markings specific to each bloodline and nation that a person may or may have not been born with. It would appear at birth on different parts of the child's body, bringing about unique abilities passed down in their bloodline from mother to child. And for eighteen-year-old Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt, life had always been one of comfort and peace with the secret abilities of her bloodline. As the beloved, yet sheltered, heiress of Moonveil Keep on the borders of the Kingdom of Caelthywn, she spent her days managing her father's lands and overseeing the affairs of their people, never knowing true hardship. War as she knew it was a distant nightmare that would never touch her. That was until Orpheus Van Merikh, the most feared warlord across the lands, invaded her home and seized it for his claims. Known as the devil himself, Van Merikh does not simply claim Moonveil for its riches, but also for the rumoured beasts that the Reinhardt bloodline conceals from the world. He will stop at nothing to have them. Thrown into captivity, Lady Karina expects cruelty, and Van Merikh, being the brute that he is, proves her expectations to be true. As a calculating and disciplined man who kills without hesitation yet protects what he claims, when one of his knights speaks ill of her, Orpheus cuts him down without hesitation. Lady Karina is his prize, but he would not allow others to dishonour her. However, she is not as obedient as one might think. Thus, determined to reclaim her freedom, Lady Karina refuses to cower as she challenges the enemy at every opportunity. Her defiance amuses Van Merikh, who spares her life due to her efficiencies in managing Moonveil Keep. Along the way, as they battle to find common ground, Van Merikh faces a rebellion among his own knights, who reject his growing attachment to her. They would have her dead before she warmed his bed. And oddly enough, Lady Karina finds herself charmed by the other merciful half of Van Merikh, but when her father returns to Moonveil at her request, much changes henceforth. Conspiracies arise and she soon slips out of Van Merikh's hold when he leaves for yet another conquest away from Moonveil. All hell would break loose when the beast from the depths would return upon Moonveil only to find his angel is gone.
MidgetDumpling · 8.6K Views

Heavy Weapons - Sweet Venom

Part of the Heavy Weapons sci-fi universe. Arc 1 & 2 - A small Nomad colony reports that thousands of people missing and no one dares to look into it, Diego Harley decides to investigate and becomes the fascination of dark, dangerous creatures that begin to obsess over him, putting everyone around him in danger as they try to claim him for their own perverted, reckless desires... Arc 3 - As the dust settles from the clash in arc 2, the corruption spreads and catches the attention of larger players within the universe, but as the crew some come to find, someone doesn't need to be corrupted- to be thoroughly corrupt. Might meets desire as the Rewritten expand their operations and show the universe that they are here to stay whilst Diego tries to find a way out of his new situation. 18+ only - This is a very adult story from the very beginning with strong focus on futanari on male action, it does have good story elements however (so i've been told) - if that doesn't put you off, please continue. Features anthropomorphic characters, violence, corruption, aliens and an awful lot of goo. Level 1 (GREEN) - Vanilla sex scenes, likely to be male on female Level 2 (AMBER) - More diverse and "saucier" sex featuring the corrupted cast and futa biology Level 3 (RED) - Scenes involving more alien biology, more fetish based work, potential soft non-con Level 4 (BLACK) - Unusual fetishes and potentially offensive scenes with hard non-con being a possibility
BetaKrogoth · 105.6K Views

La femme de location du milliardaire est une pointure

« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »
Zelra · 79.6K Views

Vile Dominion

In a world where the heavens themselves weave intricate schemes, Li Gang is reborn into the brutal cultivation realm of the Divine Spirit World. Here, power is absolute, and the strongest warriors and immortals manipulate fate, treating mortals and weaker cultivators as mere pawns in their grand designs. Armed with the memories of his past life and a mind sharper than any blade, Li Gang quickly realizes that raw strength alone is not enough to survive. Every sect, clan, and faction hides venomous plots, and even disciples are mere tools for their masters' ambitions. The path to power is paved with betrayal, deception, and blood. But Li Gang is no ordinary pawn. With unparalleled intellect and an unwavering will, he begins to turn the tide—navigating deadly conspiracies, outwitting ancient masterminds, and twisting their own schemes against them. Whether through manipulation, ruthless strategy, or sheer defiance, he refuses to be controlled. Yet, the deeper he delves into the world's secrets, the more terrifying the truth becomes. The so-called "Immortals" are not as invincible as they claim. They, too, are caught in a game far greater than he ever imagined. The true masterminds lurk in the shadows, pulling the strings of even the highest cultivators. To break free, Li Gang must not only rise to power but shatter the very foundations of this world’s control. Can he outscheme the schemers and become the ultimate ruler, or will he, too, fall victim to the grand design? In a world of lies, only the sharpest mind reigns supreme. (Some grammatical errors at the beginning chapters. It is fixed later on!)
Auth0r · 99.9K Views

Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 228 Views

A Sedução da Coroa

[Alerta: conteúdo maduro r18+/forte] Ele é a sua salvação. Ela, a sua decádida. No entanto, ele se recusa a deixá-la ir... Minéia, a Princesa mais jovem de Ebódia, foi amaldiçoada ao nascer para permanecer imaculada e trazer desgraça àqueles ao seu redor. Esta profecia paira sobre ela como uma nuvem escura, crescendo a cada ano que não se realiza. Ela existe em murmúrios silenciosos como uma figura lamentável - frágil, submissa, indesejada. Por trás dessa máscara há uma fêmea forte e destemida digna de ser rainha. E esta aspirante a rainha tem seus olhos postos em quebrar sua maldição, mesmo que isso signifique enganar o vampiro mais astuto que já nasceu. Nikolai, embora recluso e enigmático, é reverenciado pelo Reino de Valcrez como um sábio e poderoso governante. Desconhecido para seus leais súditos, sua imagem de perfeição é uma teia de mentiras que, se expostas, podem enviar o seu reino e tudo o que eles prezam desmoronando a seus pés. Quando esses dois encontram seus caminhos cruzados em uma aliança de casamento, começa o jogo da Sedução da Coroa. Mas quem é o caçador e quem é a presa? ******** Excerto: "Por que você está se despindo na minha frente?" ela perguntou com uma carranca, fazendo pouco para esconder a irritação em sua voz. Seu objetivo era capturar apenas o coração dele, não todo o seu corpo! "Não posso tomar um banho com minha esposa?" ele respondeu com um tom frio. "Pedi especificamente uma banheira grande para garantir que nós dois caibamos nela juntos." Ela suspirou, não desviando o olhar dele enquanto recuperava sua compostura. Vendo-o sorrir maliciosamente, ela se esforçou para se sentir confortável enquanto ele falava. "Isso é mais parecido. Você mesma disse que ninguém a forçou a se casar comigo. Em vez disso, você se ofereceu e se voluntariou para isso, então eu espero que você esteja confiante o suficiente para compartilhar um banho com seu marido", Nikolai afirmou com confiança. "Afinal, faremos mais do que isso em breve." Descarado... Impedindo-se de revirar os olhos, ela conseguiu dar-lhe um sorriso enquanto dizia, "Não me culpe se você morrer então." **** Nota: Capa do Livro Comissionada pertencente ao Autor. Por favor, não a use!
Eustoma_Reyna · 205.7K Views
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