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Kael was just a normal human at first, until a dungeon raid left him paralyzed with fear. After that, he resorted to hauling gear for various raid parties, clinging to survival in the only way he could. Soon, he became known across the guilds as a nobody—mocked for how slowly he leveled up. That reputation eventually led him into a high-risk dungeon raid that nearly annihilated the entire group. Kael died in that dungeon after making a reckless mistake. But amidst the chaos, he awakens a system—and is instantly brought back to life. Now, with hatred burning in his heart after witnessing the darkest depths of human cruelty, Kael returns with a new resolve. He enrolls in a prestigious academy and quietly levels up with the help of his system, all while staying in the background—letting others believe they’re the protagonists. In truth, he’s the puppet master behind every major event. Watch as a forgotten nobody rises above the so-called main characters, pulling the strings from the shadows—and rewriting their fate without them even knowing. ------------------ Hey everyone! This is my first time writing a “hidden boss / shadow ruler” type of story, so expect a slower-paced start. I want to build the world, the system, and the MC’s hidden moves properly before things spiral into chaos. It’s not an action-packed rush from chapter one—but trust me, the buildup will be worth it. This story is all about schemes, secrets, and that satisfying feeling when the “nobody” turns out to be the one pulling all the strings. Thanks for giving this a shot. Other Tags: #Antihero #WeakToStrong #System #Dungeon #MagicAcademy #Revenge #Regression #UnderdogProtagonist #SecondChance #Betrayal Discord group link: https://discord.gg/M6T4vEQRuZ

The Furz and the Exus, two mafia organizations, linked by common interests. The first meeting, marked by an unexpected spark, complicates everything. These two... A cold mind, a manipulator of laws and men. A courageous soul, fearless in the face of danger, afraid of nothing. They have only 31 days to realize that, despite their obvious differences, the electric tension between them could ignite everything in its path. Every gesture, every exchanged glance, has the potential to trigger a storm, and their presence in the same room creates a palpable friction. - She hates you, he whispers observantly, a sarcastic smirk decorating his lips. - It doesn't matter, I reply with disdain. As if I were ignoring it!!! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: This text contains elements intended for an audience over 18 years old. It is important to exercise discernment and respect copyright. No to plagiarism!

In a world reborn from catastrophe, humanity's survival depends on the System. Everyone has a role—Guardian, Sorcerer, Warrior—everyone but Lin Yu. Waking from a decades-long coma with no memories, a botched integration into the System left him a "Zero"—powerless, skill-less, and outcast. His only job is to be a "Pack Mule," hauling loot for hunters who despise him, a living ghost in a world of legendary heroes. His only solace is Su Wan, a kind-hearted Warrior whose simple gesture of holding his hand through the chaotic dimensional Gates is the one thing he can count on. But one act of bitter jealousy shatters everything. A forbidden hex, a broken connection—and Lin Yu is flung not into a familiar, safe Layer, but into a primordial hellscape where death is a certainty. Left to bleed out under an alien sky, something long-dormant and broken within him finally awakens. A glitched screen, a sarcastic voice in his head, and a single, god-like skill: Imitate. He can copy any power he sees, but mastering it will require a trial of blood and fire unlike any other. The price of power is steep, but the cost of weakness is death. To survive, he must not just hunt—he must become the ultimate predator. He entered the Door a Zero. He will return a Monarch. ________________________________________ A Note From the Author This story is a journey of progression and power, blending elements of LitRPG, portal fantasy, and cultivation. Here’s a quick guide to what you can find inside: What to Expect: A Weak-to-Strong Protagonist A Hard Magic System (LitRPG-Lite) Intense Training and Grinding Found Family and Meaningful Romance High-Stakes Combat World-Hopping and Exploration What NOT to Expect: An Instantly Overpowered MC: A Quick Return A Story Focused on Politics or Guild Management Shallow Relationships A "Nice Guy" Protagonist ________________________________________ Two new chapters everyday!

"This twisted world needs to be reset. That's what V2 is for!" ------------------------------------------------------------- Waking up only to find that she's reincarnated into a world very reminiscing of a game that she used to play, Yuki is suddenly thrust into a worldwide conflict. To ensure the longevity of her newfound motherland, Yuki will have no choice but to flip this war upside down. If only to finally has some closure for past life also. So buckle up, strap your helmet tight, and keep your rifle loaded and on safe. This is not your bog-standard story about overpowered characters on a battlefield, no. This is a story about warfare in all its bloodied glory, the leader that calls the shot, the soldiers that execute them, and the nation that's backing them up. And along the way, sprinkle those a healthy dose of beautiful maidens, lily/futa romances, and build a harem. This is not gonna be a quick and decisive run, no. We're in this one for the long haul. Hail, Ironblood! As of now, this story is available on Scribblehub, Patreon, Webnovel, and RoyalRoadl. Do note that I'm the actual author for this one. Send me power stones or better: Support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Heartbreak117

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer, an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general whose face haunted her every nightmare, the man who tore her world apart. But just as the final strike neared… the world shattered. She woke in a savage, ancient realm where kings ruled with iron fists and war devoured the innocent. Her body? That of a thirteen-year-old. Her fate? Sold to traffickers, bound for hell by a family member's design. Big mistake. They expected a victim. She gave them hell. Every brutal lesson, every violent instinct...she unleashed them all and carved her way to freedom. In the depths of that strange, dangerous world, she met a reclusive martial arts master, one whose power defied reason, whose teachings broke her and rebuilt her again. But nothing could prepare her for the revelation that came next: The man she was born to kill... was here. In this world. And he was her father. By blood. By fate. The General! Then, deep in the wilds of Mount Ourea, she saved a dying soldier from the clutches of Hades. But he wasn’t just a soldier. He was a prince, the heir to a kingdom, but deprived of his birthright.  He was wounded on a secret mission to crush the rebels tearing his kingdom apart. To the prince, she was: A woman disguised as a man. A healer who knew the way of the sword. A mystery wrapped in secrets and shadows. The most intriguing enigma of his life. Will she be the weapon they made her—or the legend she was born to become?

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

A talentless youth enters the world of immortal cultivation, what awaits him on this path? Heaven only gifts it's chosen few while all others strive to survive. This is the story of a boy with no powerful bloodline, family, system, nor teacher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~§~§~§~~§~§~§~~§§~~§~§~§~§~§~~~~§~§~~§~~ What to expect? This is my beginner level Xianxia, that is to say from everything i've read this is what I consider cultivation. As such we will set up everything from the very bottom, and we will delve into topics of cultivation until my brain fries. At first we will take it slow for like 20 ish chapters, after that we will pick up the pace as we have our first real conflict. No systems as that is not my cup of tea, they are fun but remove all tension in a story. No special bloodline, like we need to be able to identify to this person to a degree and humans simply aren't that special. We will start from the VERY bottom, so if you aren't in it for the long haul I wouldn't recommend reading further. Now, my writing isn't perfect, I am not some english teacher, I am just someone that overread and now I can't see myself just reading anymore. If you like my story, please support me via comments or whatever this site uses.

Rossie, a senior at Haul Academy is restless and torn between her crush on Michael and the pressures of exams. Unable to sleep, she wanders the campus at night and discovers a hidden, magical garden glowing with moonflowers and jasmine tended by the enigmatic Midnight Gardener. This mysterious figure, cloaked in a long coat and hat, teases out Rossie’s secret feelings for Michael, offering her a moonflower that pulses with light and thrives on truths. The Gardener’s cryptic advice and the garden’s strange allure pull Rossie into a web of self-discovery. Driven by rumors, Rossie visits the old library to confront a cursed mirror said to reveal one’s destined love or greatest loss. To her shock, the mirror first shows the Gardener’s face, then Michael with her rival, Angela, fueling her fears of rejection and inadequacy tied to her parents’ divorce. Returning to the garden, the Gardener suggests the mirror reflects her fears and not fate, urging her to face her truths without anxiety. Emboldened, Rossie confesses her feelings to Michael in the courtyard, learning he likes her too, though rumors and Angela’s influence complicate things. Their playful banter sparks hope for a deeper connection. However, during a literature class, Rossie is haunted by the Gardener’s spectral presence, visible only to her and a chilling message on the chalkboard: “The garden’s watching.” Her outburst in class draws attention, but the Gardener vanishes, leaving Rossie questioning reality. As she grapples with the Gardener’s cryptic influence and her own insecurities, Rossie realizes she must confront her fears to pursue her feelings for Michael. The story blends magical realism with a coming-of-age narrative, exploring themes of love, self-doubt, and the courage to face one’s truth.

Hatz is just a lowly magical waste collector. No magic. No skills. No prestige. Armed with nothing but a mop, his job is to clean dungeons after adventurers finish their work—hauling monster guts, blood, and leftover arcane sludge so nobody slips on a dragon intestine. The pay is trash. The respect? Nonexistent. And his dream of becoming someone important? Buried under piles of monster remains and burning goo. But everything changes the day he finds a forgotten magical orb, and a mysterious voice tells him he has gained experience... from cleaning. Leveling up by mopping floors? Unlocking skills by scrubbing slime off dungeon walls? A system that rewards him for being the best janitor in a world of heroes? Yes. Now, with an energized mop and increasingly ridiculous powers, Hatz is about to rise in a world that looks down on him—smacking monsters into oblivion and cleaning his way to power… and maybe, just maybe, to the top of the magical hierarchy. Because sometimes, heroes don’t wield swords…

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

A decorated Air Force pilot, 34 years old, meets an untimely demise—only to awaken in a war-torn fantasy medieval world. Now inhabiting the body of Mechal, the second son of a baron, he finds himself recovering from a near-fatal injury orchestrated by his own elder brother. But while the old Mechal might have been consumed by reckless fury, the new Mechal is different—calculating, patient, and ready to play the long game. When a rebellion unexpectedly shakes the kingdom, Mechal seizes the opportunity to carve his place in history. With a sharp mind, battlefield tactics, and an understanding of human nature, he navigates the treacherous world of nobility, rising from an overlooked second son to a powerful force. Through cunning strategy and ruthless ambition, he secures victories, earns a title, and claims land of his own—laying the foundation for a rule unlike any other. But the world of nobility is a den of vipers. Political intrigue, backstabbing aristocrats, kingdom-wide conflicts, and the ever-present shadow of war loom over him. As he builds his domain, he must outmaneuver rivals, forge alliances, and solidify his power—because in this world, only the strong survive. Inspired by the noble struggles of the Holy Roman Empire, this story weaves war, politics, trade, and ambition into a gripping tale of power and strategy. Watch as an upstart reshapes the fate of a kingdom, one calculated move at a time.

In a world where power means everything, what will a warrior with a healing heart do when given a second chance—and this time, with soul beasts and a mythical beast at her side? She died a hero. She woke up a child. Hu Yumei, a decorated war veteran and compassionate veterinarian, gave her life protecting her crew from pirates during a mission to rescue endangered animals. But death wasn’t the end—only a strange new beginning. She awakens in the fragile body of an unawakened seven-year-old named Fan Yumei, just moments before a beast horde descends on her village. The new world is brutal, magical, and unforgiving. Mythical beasts roam the land. Power is everything. And without awakening a powerful core, the weak don’t survive. But fan Yumei isn’t just any child. Armed with the instincts of a soldier, the heart of a healer, and an unbreakable bond with animals, she begins to forge a new path—with the soul function of an Elemental Caller, a mysterious gift, and the loyalty of powerful beasts by her side. Her new life is far from easy. Her family not being what she thought. Enemies and monsters lurk around every corner. And her soul may carry ancient secrets she has yet to uncover. They think she’s just a quiet little girl. They’re about to find out what a battle-hardened double awakener can really do.

In a world where cultivation reigns supreme and fate is dictated by the heavens, power is the only law. Every cultivator walks a single Dao, shackled by destiny and watched by the Heavens. But on a battlefield drenched in blood, Shen Yue falls… and someone else awakens in his body. A soul from another world takes his place—unseen by the Heavens, free from fate’s chains. Heaven can no longer watch him, and if it dares to fight him… Heaven will lose. Bestowed with the Divine Clone System, he walks a cultivation path never seen before. Each clone he creates chooses a different Dao—Sword, Alchemy, Refinement, Archery, and more. Every clone carries his will, fights his battles, and walks his path. The world sees a new generation of legends rising: the Sword God, the Divine Archer, the Refinement Saint, the Alchemy Master... but they are all him. While others master one Dao, he controls many. While others serve fate, he rewrites destiny. His mind is a battlefield, and the martial world is his board. He is a Dao Breaker, a destiny shatterer, a Heaven-defying strategist. With multiple identities, overpowered clones, and one soul in many bodies, he manipulates the martial world and even the Nine Heavens themselves. This is not just reincarnation. This is domination. --- Spoiler – No Trophy Harem: This is not a 20-girl trophy harem. Shen Yue will have at most 4–5 meaningful partners, each with depth and personal growth. One will become his main wife, standing by him through life and death. Every love interest will play a real role in the plot—not just background decoration. tags #Cultivation #EasternFantasy #Reincarnation #System #CloneSystem #OverpoweredProtagonist #StrategicMC #DaoMastery #MultipleIdentities #OneSoulManyPaths #HeavenDefying #UniqueCultivationMethod #HiddenPower #ImmortalPath #PowerProgression #FateControl #SecondChance #AncientInheritance #MultipleRealms #DivineCloneSystem #MeaningfulRomance #SlowBurnRomance #StrongFemaleLead #LoyalPartners #RomanticSubplot #R18 (optional) #MentalStrength #SchemingMC #PsychologicalWarfare #Multiverse #CloneConflict #SecretIdentity #WorldManipulation #AlchemyMaster #SwordGod #HiddenWorldSecrets #RealmBreakingMC #NoTrophyHarem #LawsAndDaos #HeavenRealm #NineHeavens #DeepWorldBuilding

The cathedral was a stunning sight, adorned with exquisite floral decorations that did nothing but added to it's grandeur. "We are here today," The priest began, his tone rich and commanding. "To witness the union of Manuel and Yvette in holy matrimony". "Before we proceed, if there is anyone here who knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace" . . . . . . "I object!". " On what grounds do you object, young man?". This marriage cannot proceed as it would be unlawful. A married woman cannot marry again not when I , her husband is still hale and healthy". Yvette Jasmin, a rising and well-known actress was over the moon about her upcoming wedding. She flew to Paris for her bachelorette party with her friends, however while drunk she haphazardly married an unknown guy who turns out to be her Brother-in-law, the man who had secretly harbored feelings for her for decades. But now entangled, he couldn't help it. Crashing her wedding was another thing, possessively claiming her was another. Whosoever wanted to get to her would have to pass through this wife slave husband.

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.

CORELINE Cyberpunk • Thriller • Noir • Mystery Coreline. A city. A system. Built with blood and concrete. Where masks hide more than just faces, and corruption waits around every corner. The animalistic citizens of this place can only count on themselves. Here, justice is a concept only the lucky still believe in. Most animals fight tooth and claw just to survive. Are you a rat? Good luck finding a dumpster that isn’t already picked clean. An elephant? Sure, there’s work. Break your back hauling junk for a few creds—and maybe get a pat on the head. If you’re a small herbivore, try the briefcase. Chewing on someone else’s bills tastes better than chewing on dust. A cheetah, a tiger, a strong, fast predator? Play the game. Injustice pays the best rent. And if you’re ruthless enough, you might just earn a slice of the big cake. But if you’re a fox? You lie. You adapt. You slip through cracks others fall into. You take hits others die from. You claw through each day with whatever life you’ve got left—until... Meet Nox. No hero. No villain. Just another citizen of Coreline—one who talks fast, plays smart, and keeps moving. Until he finds something he was never supposed to. A mysterious mask. A USB packed with secrets. A deal that drags him straight into the monster’s maw. Now, everyone wants a piece of him. Syndicates. Enforcers. Bloodhounds. The kind who don’t take “no” for an answer. With old debts breathing down his neck, and the city tightening like a noose, Nox has to face his future—and fight his past. What to Expect: – A story that grows darker over time. (Adult emotional themes and trauma are explored.) – Heavy focus on worldbuilding, immersion, and character development. – Slow-paced storytelling with layered, meaningful moments. – Grounded slice-of-life scenes that add heart and contrast. – Comedic relief mixed with high-stakes tension. – A work in progress—don’t expect perfection. – Shaped by audience feedback. Help build the world of Coreline with me. Cyberpunk | Mystery | Thriller | Noir | Slice of Life | Drama — CORELINE —

In the war-scarred aftermath of World War I, decorated veteran Captain Alexander Gray returns to a Britain he no longer recognizes—and one that no longer recognizes him. Haunted by the horrors of the trenches and tormented by visions he cannot explain, Gray finds himself drawn to a remote village after receiving word of a fellow soldier’s mysterious death. But what begins as a search for truth unravels into a descent into paranoia, guilt, and madness. As Gray delves deeper into the village’s silence and his own fractured memories, he begins to suspect that the true enemy may not lie outside—but within. Plagued by fragmented flashbacks, cryptic messages in his own handwriting, and inexplicable clues pointing back to his past, Gray's grip on reality falters. Was the war ever truly over? Or did it simply bury its dead inside him? Trapped between the ghosts of what he’s done and the growing realization of what he’s become, Gray must confront a devastating truth—one that will shatter everything he believes about heroism, redemption, and himself. The Hollow Man is a dark psychological horror novel set in a grimly realistic postwar world. Gritty, emotional, and unrelenting, it explores the corrosive power of trauma, the frailty of the human mind, and the terror of discovering that the real monster may be the one staring back from the mirror. The war ended. But his war never did. And some sins don’t stay buried.

Arrogant. Manipulative. Worthless. Despite all the numerous qualities that work for him, he’s still worthless because he had no talent. No saying this would be a lie, because he, in fact, did have talent: talent of will - an indomitable will; talent of the mind - quick-witted and cunning. Still, even with these talents that he made on his own, rejecting destiny, he couldn’t do anything else. In order for ‘fate’ to be at ease, it put him on the battlefield - sure of his death. Forced onto the battlefield and using his cultivated talents, he earned the title of ‘Reaper’, bringing death to all who approached. He was the most decorated soldier to ever be; however, he lost his value. The talent he worked for, which gave him value, was now used as there was no war to fight. Now in the street of men and women, he walked the path of a beggar….drunkard. Somehow, seducing women and harboring their hate after. Unbeknownst to him, during his now routine course of harboring a woman’s hate, he received an opportunity that only the luckiest would receive. He received the True God Emperor System, something fate denied him - but the planes willed. Lacking nothing, wanting nothing is how he shall live from this day forth.

[Warning… Mature content.] Seventeen years old Silja Castemont, a beautiful, prideful, and mysterious princess of Atlanea. The simple life of Princess Silja started to fill with questions a few days before she approached her eighteenth birthday. Series of horrible dreams and unusual events made her simple life complicated. But that wasn't all. She didn't know her act of helping an old guy would turn out to be a ticket to attend a bride choosing ceremony of the prince of the biggest kingdom of North. What will happen when a princess is forced to attend the ceremony by the groom's Father? Will she be able to find a way to escape this marriage? *** Donovan Regalhelm, eldest Prince of the Northern Empire. Handsome, powerful, cold-hearted, Evil. His father forced him to choose a bride before his 28th birthday. What will happen when a cold-blooded prince sees something interesting when he meets Princess Silja for the first time? He forced her to marry him by all means but the reason behind it wasn't love. What was so special about the princess of the small Atlanea kingdom? ***Excerpt*** The bride, dressed in a white wedding dress, was sitting inside the decorated wedding chamber. Soon the door opened and she heard the heavy footsteps coming closer. Silja lifted her head and saw his handsome profile hidden in the shadows. "Stand up." He ordered in his usual heavy indifferent voice. Silja gazed at him for a moment with her misty hazel eyes but followed his order anyway. The dress was heavy, making her movements clumsy. "Striped." He ordered as she stood up in front of him. "Huh?" Silja snapped her head and looked at him in shock. "I said, stripped all the clothes." He repeated The girl was so shocked that she couldn't react. "Ohh do you want me to help you? What a naughty princess we have here." He moved his feet and started to walk around her in a circle. He stood behind her and moved his fingers in the air and with movements of his hand the laces of her dress started to loosen up. Silja felt her dress loosen and hastily tried to secure it. He came forward after opening all the laces from behind. And with just another snap of his fingers the dress fell on the floor. "Nooo" The girl's eyes were filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. And in the next second all the fear disappeared from her eyes and rage took place. In the next second the cloth on his body caught fire and the ashes flew in the air. "Interesting." He smiled like a devil. ### Hello, guys. Please support the book and add it to the library. # Cover edited by ImagineTishaD. The picture doesn't belong to me credit goes to original creat Anna stokes.

The dense woods always hides some mysteries in it. But what if one day you got the chance to encounter them and in the journey unveil some secrets that are even related with your life. Well that's what happened with Sitaara,a young girl. So join this venture to experience the chilly tale with a haul of emotions and maybe try to interpret the motive of life in the way.

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

In a creaky old apartment tucked between two gentrified cafés in a city that pretends monsters don't exist, five supernatural beings share rent, ramen, and regret. * Vlad, the vampire, is a centuries-old former aristocrat trying to adapt to modern life, he still writes with a quill and thinks TikTok is a magic spell. * Roxy, the werewolf, is an anxiety-riddled barista who’s terrified of full moons and group projects. * Casper, the ghost, is a cheerful, overly positive soul who died in the '80s and never quite figured out how to leave, or stop decorating with neon posters. * Luce, the demon, left Hell’s corporate ladder to “find themselves” and now freelances as a life coach with a temper problem. * Tansy, the witch, is the oldest of them all and runs a crystal shop on Etsy. She’s calm… unless someone touches her cauldron. Every Sunday night, they gather in the living room with snacks, bad coffee, and one goal: don't kill each other or the neighbors. They call it “Roommate Support Group.” It’s cheaper than therapy, and sometimes messier. Together, they deal with rent hikes, haunted plumbing, exes showing up in summoning circles, and the existential crisis of being immortal in a world that keeps moving forward. But in between the chaos, they learn something scarier than any curse: healing.

I died like an idiot—stretching after esports tryouts when a truck flew through my fifth-story apartment window. One bright flash, one honk later, and boom—reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not as a dragon. Not even a goblin. Nope. I'm a vine. A literal, root-squirming, mana-sucking vine. Trapped inside a dead-end dungeon no one visits—except maybe broke adventurers doing license exams—I woke up with one thing: a System. One that lets me devour anything to gain skills, stats... even memories. Bug? Mine. Mole-thing? Also mine. Dungeon boss one day? Just a snack waiting to happen. I don’t know where I am, who created this dungeon, or why I can hear the whispers of the earth itself... but I do know this: I’m not going to rot in the dark like some decorative weed. I’m going to evolve. I’m going to grow. And one day—root by root—I’ll strangle the gods themselves.

Seraine Amoréil died the day the Ruthless King burned her house to the ground. Her noble family — once proud, soft, and loyal — was left in ash. But her mother, in her final breath, gave her a chain. A whisper. A warning. Now, Seraine wakes up in the body of one of the King’s “ritual brides.” Silent. Obedient. Decorative. Disposable. Only… she’s not silent. She’s not obedient. The girl the court remembers as meek is now bold, unhinged, almost mad. She laughs at danger. Smirks in the face of power. And when they ask what she wants — She answers: “I want to see the King.”

"The man whose name is written by this pen shall die. But if the condition provided beside the name cometh to pass, the man shall rise again and come back to life." Those were the rules... "Armed with it, I can create a world where what happened to my parents will never occur again." In a brutal medieval kingdom where people don't believe in magic anymore and justice is fleeting, a genius teenager, named Emery Caffy, discovers a mysterious pen amidst the ruins of his parents' murder. They were slain by a man who had already served his sentence—released, reformed on paper, but not in truth. A repeat offender who took everything from the young man... Now, with the pen in hand, Emery enacts his own form of justice: each newly freed criminal is killed, their names etched in ink beside a single, carefully chosen, condition. His crusade begins to unsettle the kingdom’s delicate order, drawing fear, anger, and eventually, action. To stop him, the crown unleashes its most feared weapon: the kingdom’s deadliest and most decorated witch hunter, a highly intelligent and ruthless man with no mercy and a record of bringing rogue witchers and witches to their knees. Now, with the hunter closing in and the kingdom branding him a threat to order, the young man engages in a deadly game of wits—one where a single mistake could mean execution. The Deadliest Witch Hunter VS A homeless teenager bent on revenge In a thrillingly epic battle of wits that will determine the fate of the kingdom!

“You must bear a child, Celia. what good is a woman who isn’t a mother? What good is an empty womb?” “Especially when it’s a foreign womb, like yours…” It’s not an easy life when you’re watched month after month, when all the blame is placed at your feet for your young husband having no heir. Celia Devon Tralhamir, Crown Princess of Havietten, waits every month with hope mingled with fear. A child will secure her future. But it will also bind her for life to a husband she neither loves or respects, who refuses to see her abilities. Is that what she wants? Is she content to prioritise security over happiness, and be a wordless decorative vessel all her life? Or is she brave enough to try to forge her own path and seize fulfilment on her own terms? Even in a society that cannot recognise individual brilliance in a mere woman. A sequel to the WEBNOVEL book “Earning the Love of a Princess”, this novel follows another woman born into the Royal House of Devon, trying to fight the confines that threaten to stifle her happiness.

In the heart of a city that never quite sleeps, Estella moves quietly through life—an orphan with a dreamer's heart and calloused hands. Working as a wedding decorator, she paints others' fairytales with roses and ribbons, even though her own life is stitched together with simplicity and solitude. One day, a peculiar yet lavish contract arrives. The groom, a man of mystery named Cedric, offers a fortune for her services—enough to change everything. Blinded by hope and unaware of the storm that lies ahead, Estella accepts. As chandeliers glisten and violins hum on the day of the grand wedding, fate rewrites its script. The bride—Stella—disappears. In the chaos, Cedric makes a chillingly calm decision. With a cold yet pleading gaze, he drapes the bridal veil over Estella. The ceremony proceeds. Under the gaze of a stunned crowd and ancient vows, Estella is wedded—forcedly—to a man cloaked not just in a tuxedo, but in the shadows of the underworld. Cedric, a mafia king with blood on his hands and softness in his eyes, doesn’t hide his affection. He claims he has loved Estella long before destiny brought her to him. She resists. She mourns her stolen choice. Yet, over time, something unspoken grows between them—not love, not yet—but pity, warmth, confusion... something fragile. Then, one stormy evening, the real bride returns. And the world stops. Stella and Estella—two women, one face. Mirror images. Doppelgängers born of different worlds. And in that moment, questions bloom like night flowers. Who is the imposter? Who was truly meant for Cedric? And is love bound by bloodlines, or by the choices we never intended to make? As secrets unravel and destinies collide, Estella must decide if a forced beginning can ever become a chosen forever.

Evelyn had been haunted by dreams of a red-haired woman since childhood. From the moment she could remember, she had no recollection of her mother, and her biological father and stepmother treated her poorly—let alone the constant mockery from her stepsister and stepbrother. Such an environment forced her to learn to read people’s moods early on, molding her into a child with obedience and calmness far beyond her years. She thought she would spend the rest of her life treading carefully, but being sent into a royal arranged marriage shattered all her quiet expectations. She dared not hope for the prince’s love; she only wanted to serve as a decorative fixture in the palace, silently fulfilling her duty. However, once inside the royal court, she found that everything spiraled out of control—Grace, the mysterious Eastern monk; Melody, the young but disabled princess; and Tanya, the seemingly docile maid who secretly schemed to replace her. Everyone pushed her toward choices she never wanted to make… Until she uncovered the secret of the red-haired woman and the revolting truth about her father’s past. But in doing so, she found herself. She rose up, rallying her allies to declare war on the dynasty. With meticulous schemes, the arrogance of those in power, and the unyielding resolve of the oppressed, they toppled the mountain of tyranny that had weighed upon them for so long…

Warning: Read with Caution This tale walks the edge of sin and salvation—where sex, submission, and sacrament intertwine. Within lie scenes of explicit desire, domination, and spiritual undoing. Characters unravel beneath the weight of pleasure, penance, and taboo. Not for the faint of heart. Not for minors. Proceed if you dare. Behind the locked doors of a private clinic, Dr. Lush—a brilliant, enigmatic sexologist—conducts trials no institute dares to approve. His secret invention, L-9, is a potent aphrodisiac that doesn’t just heighten arousal... it exposes your deepest, dirtiest desires. Each chapter reveals a new “patient”: A chaste nun plagued by unholy visions A decorated soldier hiding forbidden fantasies A ruthless CEO with a craving for submission Under the drug’s spell and Lush’s hypnotic guidance, therapy turns to temptation, and science melts into raw, uninhibited passion. But as the files grow, so does the danger—and not all secrets stay silent. Welcome to the clinic where confession is climax, and pleasure is the prescription. Some cures are... too good to resist.

When a so-called “mage prodigy” at a prestigious magic academy tries to summon an unstoppable monster for an upcoming battle tournament, she accidentally hauls in an average-kun from Earth. Unfortunately for him, local legend paints Humans as the ultimate demon species—infamous for their indulgence in ungodly desires, greed, and destructive nature that destoryed the very habitat that gave life to them. Now, this bewildered “Human Demon” must keep up appearances, while his summoner scrambles to hide the fact that the only magic she can perform is Illusion Magic. Together, they’re caught between suspicious classmates, looming magical duels, and a system that expects them to be either fearsome or fantastically powerful, but in truth - they’re mostly just hilariously out of their depth. Prepare for magical mischiefs, comedic misunderstandings, and one grand illusion that might prove dangerously real. This is a tale of fight for survival, path to glory, and a journey of redemption. Discord: https://discord.gg/YpcBDck4Be