Chad Chambers Boogeyman

In the year 2099, Artificial Intelligence has silently taken over the world. Unbeknownst to humans, everyone is trapped in a vast virtual reality system. People live their lives thinking it’s real, while in reality, they lie unconscious in deep sleep chambers. But one boy — Ishan — awakens due to a technical glitch. What he sees is beyond imagination. The world is no longer ruled by humans… it’s ruled by machines. Can Ishan break the system and free humanity, or will he become another forgotten glitch in the matrix?

Betrayed by his beloved queen. Stabbed by the very men he raised to power. King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest. Fate’s twisted joke? He’s reborn. In chains. Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle. Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns. His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage. And just when he thought a future of scrubbing chamber pots and mopping floor— [DING! You have awakened the Domination System.] [Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life.] “I—wait, what?” [New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.] [Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice] [Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.] ---------- He grinned through the pain, eyes burning with ambition. They thought they broke him? They just gave him a reason to rise. Power. Revenge. Pleasure. He’ll take it all. ------------------ Note- No ntr, no yuri. Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated. And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, and he won't be doing it often, it's just one of its features... Join Discord for character Arts: https://discord.gg/rn4EuxdN

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

In the harsh world of Eldoria, Orion Elias Aetherin is just an F-rank orphan, struggling for survival. But when he and his loyal friends stumble upon the hidden Lumien's Sanctuary, their lives are irrevocably changed. This isn't just any dungeon; it's a place of ancient secrets, granting them powerful cultivation techniques and rare, graded weapons, pushing his friends to F-rank, Tier 3. Yet, for Orion, the dungeon holds a bewildering mystery: a unique cultivation technique called 'The Primordial Tether' of 'Unknown' grade, which bafflingly requires a "Dungeon Core" to cultivate, leaving him frustratingly behind his rapidly advancing companions. As they battle tireless undead and navigate a collapsing, lava-filled third floor, Orion makes a desperate sacrifice, only to awaken in a mysterious chamber, miraculously alive and seemingly connected to the dungeon's very heart. Now, with a terrifying secret about his unique power and the cruel realities of a world that would exploit him, Orion and his newly powerful, yet still naive, friends must decide their next move. The trials for the prestigious Grand Arcanum University are about to begin in Eldoria, offering a chance at greater power and knowledge. But will it be a path to answers, or simply lead them deeper into the shadows of a world far more dangerous than they ever imagined?

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows. A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil. Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that." Understood. His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..." Huh, something's amiss. The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me? Oh, then that's alright. This is very fitting. Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?" ------------- In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought... ————— [Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst] This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

Emily Smith, a 22-year-old history student from a university in Los Angeles, accidentally travels back to 13th-century England. She unknowingly enters a strange "Fate Correction System" and is sent into an ancient legend as the female lead. According to the system, the original owner of this world shares the same name as Emily. She was an unloved noblewoman, and according to fate, she was supposed to have a one-night affair with the most powerful Duke of England, Edmund de Montfort, on a full moon night. This led to an unexpected pregnancy and her expulsion from her family. Five years later, she was to return with her genius son, going through some struggles before reconciling with the Duke, eventually being treated like a queen. However, due to a system malfunction, the original owner learned about her fate in advance and deliberately avoided the Duke, disrupting the balance of the world. Therefore, Emily was tasked with fixing this. The system arranged for Emily to be sent to the night when she was supposed to meet the Duke — after a grand castle banquet. According to the plan, she would mistakenly enter the wrong room after drinking wine laced with aphrodisiac herbs. An hour later, as the system watched Emily lying on the bed, flushed with color, it asked, "Host, when will you carry out your mission?" Emily replied slowly, "Wait, let me first get used to the clothes of this era... This corset is killing me." Five hours later, the system, seeing Emily finally get up, urged, "Host, it’s not too late! The Duke is in the tower next door, his door isn’t locked because of a broken lock. You need to go now!" Emily casually pushed open the door next door, and found herself face to face with Edmund de Montfort, the Duke, who was handling estate matters under candlelight. The system was excited: "Go for it, Host!" Edmund furrowed his brow, coldly saying, "Who are you? How dare you break into my private chamber?" Emily looked at the plate of delicate honey cakes on his desk and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva. "I’m your wife, five years from now." "I’ve answered your question. Can I have a reward now? A piece of cake, the one on your left, it looks so sweet." Edmund hesitated for a moment before nodding and ringing a bell to summon a servant. "Bring another plate of honey cakes, the best ones." The system: "…" Edmund couldn’t forget the mysterious woman who had broken into his room. At a grand royal ball, they met again. This time, Emily was drunk and staggered over, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. Edmund smirked: "Is this some trick of ‘catching me by pretending to be weak’?" Before long, Emily’s little brother appeared, apologizing and trying to pull her away. "Sorry, Duke de Montfort, my sister recently... um... has a strange condition where she believes she's a forest animal and wants to hug tall people for warmth." Edmund was silent for a moment. "It’s fine. I’ll reluctantly endure it." Little brother: "Are you sure?" Edmund: "Yes." An hour later… "Miss Emily, could you wake up?" "My legs are numb." "…" After giving up on Emily for a while, the system returned to fix the aftermath. But it discovered something unexpected: Emily’s biased noble parents were no longer biased and had completely turned into doting parents. The originally villainous younger brother did not go down an evil path but instead became the most popular court poet. The original cannon fodder female antagonist had become Emily's sister, and they were running a business together in harmony. As for the male lead, Duke Edmund, he had long since embraced his beautiful wife, pampering her like a treasure. The entire medieval world ran smoothly with no signs of collapse. System: "How did she do it? By eating, sleeping, and modern-day ideas??" Modern American girl’s laid-back life vs. the high-and-cold Duke’s broken persona. The original world fell apart, and in the new world, everyone got a fresh start.

A forgotten kingdom. A sacred vow. A journey home across centuries. Centuries ago, the fate of a young Vietnamese noblewoman became entwined with the rise and fall of the Champa kingdom. Her name was Thanh Mai—a girl of silken grace and iron spirit, whose heart beat with forbidden love and a fierce loyalty to truth. Her story was nearly lost… until one man dared to follow its echo. In modern-day California, Kien Quoc—a quiet Vietnamese-American engineer—receives his father’s dying wish: return to Vietnam and uncover the roots of their family’s past. His journey leads him into the heart of central Vietnam, where sacred towers sleep beneath moss and myth, and where the memory of Champa lingers in song, stone, and silence. Guided by dreams and joined by Sari, a Balinese journalist equally devoted to Southeast Asia’s lost civilizations, Kien stumbles upon a revelation that challenges history, identity, and the very idea of nationhood. Along the way, they unearth a secret chamber beneath the holy valley of My Son—and within it, a truth that changes everything. Told in sweeping, poetic prose, Last Song of the Nation weaves together two timelines: the fall of Champa through the eyes of a young woman trapped between war and destiny, and a contemporary quest for heritage, love, and healing. At its core lies a question that haunts generations: What do we owe the past, and what can it still teach us today? This is a novel of memory and migration, of culture and compassion, of spirits that never die and songs that still carry across the wind.

Untuk Becca, pergi ke Miami mengingatkannya akan kenangan masa kecil bersama sahabatnya, Tally. Ia memerlukan istirahat setelah tahun yang berat di Yale dan putus dengan pacarnya, Chad. Ia tidak mengharapkan musim panas yang menyenangkan termasuk tidur dengan James, si Italian Stallion–ayah Tally. Mengetahui hal itu salah, ia membiarkan James menariknya ke pusaran kenikmatan yang membuatnya terengah-engah mempertahankan kenyataan dan berjuang untuk bertahan hidup. Dapatkah Becca bertahan menikmati kenikmatan ini tanpa Tally mengetahui? Atau akankah rahasia-rahasianya menyebabkan dunianya runtuh di sekelilingnya?

Para Becca, ir a Miami trajo recuerdos de la infancia con su mejor amiga, Tally. Necesitaba un descanso después de un año difícil en Yale y una ruptura con su novio, Chad. No esperaba que su verano de diversión incluyera acostarse con James, el Italian Stallion, el padre de Tally. Sabiendo que está mal, permite que James la arrastre a un vórtice de placer que la lleva a romper la superficie de la realidad y luchar por sobrevivir. ¿Podrá Becca soportar este placer sin que Tally se entere? ¿O harán sus secretos que su mundo se derrumbe a su alrededor?

The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P. la Cristiane, was a name that stirred whispers in every hall and alley of the empire—not out of admiration, but ridicule. Arrogant. Willful. Selfish. Those were the kinder words used to describe her. She shrieked at her maids for the smallest mistakes. She tore silk gowns just because she didn't like the shade. She ordered her meals to be thrown away simply because they weren’t “imperial enough.” Those who served her walked on eggshells, trembling with fear each day they woke up still assigned to the infamous Black Rose Palace. Black Rose—gilded on the outside, rotting on the inside. The palace farthest from the Imperial Heart, where warmth never reached, neither sunlight nor affection. It was where Evelyn was abandoned. The Empress had never even looked at her child. No one knew why. Throughout the empire, she was mocked and pitied. They called her "The Abandoned Princess," "The Unlucky Princess," and "The Powerless Princess." She was the object of ridicule across the empire. A royal in name only. And then one day, Evelyn tumbled down the grand staircase of her own neglected palace. A hard fall. A week-long sleep. Some thought it divine punishment, others, a mercy. But when she awoke, something was… different. The palace changed. No. Not the place. The princess. No tantrums. No smashed porcelain. No orders barked in fury. The princess who had terrorized her staff now sat quietly in her chamber, gazing out at the overgrown garden as if mourning something invisible. She sighed a lot. Didn’t speak unless spoken to—and even then, her words were slow, careful, small. She frightened her maids now, not with cruelty, but with calm. The truth was something no one could have imagined. Because the real Evelyn de P. la Cristiane was gone. In her place sat a girl with thousands of years behind her. A girl who remembered. --- She was an infinite reincarnator. Each life, each era, each world—forgotten the moment she died. Until now. The fall down the stairs had been just the right push. It shattered something open. And when Evelyn woke, she remembered everything—her countless pasts, the wars she had fought, the crowns she had worn, the magic she had wielded. --- But later, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated into a reverse harem novel's world for thousands of years. A trashy reverse harem novel she read don't know how many years ago. A pretty setting, dramatic plots, an overly righteous heroine—and a pile of desperate male leads. Ugh. Evelyn didn’t care. Let the story play out as it wanted. Let the heroine win their hearts. Let the villains fall. She just wanted peace. Solitude. Maybe a quiet death this time. But fate, of course, laughed. --- At first, it was harmless. Soon, however, she began attracting unwanted attention. Men who were supposed to fall for the novel’s heroine began showing interest in her instead. At first, she ignored it. But as more and more of them appeared around her, even Evelyn started to feel uneasy. The heir to the Grand Duke. The captain of the Shadow Knights. The future master of the Mage Tower. The prince of a desert kingdom. A mysterious, wealthy merchant. The prince of the Elves. And it didn’t stop there. Men she didn’t even remember from the novel. Courtiers. Foreign envoys. One particularly daring priest. Even a villain character she vaguely remembered killing someone in chapter 23. They were all suddenly—unreasonably—interested. --- Evelyn: "Logically speaking, I’m far older than your ancestor’s ancestor. So could you all just go away already?" She rubbed her temple, clearly irritated. Evelyn: "I’m already tired of this whole reincarnation mess. Don’t make me remember anyone’s name—I barely remember my own."

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

He mocked the omegaverse. Now he’s living it—with a baby on the way. Souta Tachibana was just your average, overworked office drone—until his BL-obsessed coworker introduced him to a trashy omegaverse romance novel. Curious (and a little horrified), Souta read it for laughs. But then he died in an accident. Now, he wakes up in the body of Lucien d’Armoire, a minor noble in the empire of Aetheria. No plot relevance. No destined lovers. Just a quiet, boring life as a background beta. Until one morning, he throws up into a chamber pot… and his doctor says something unthinkable: “Baron d’Armoire, you’re pregnant.” Which is impossible. Because he's male. And straight! And because Betas can’t get pregnant. …Right? Except Lucien is no Beta. He’s a rare male Omega. Apparently, during one reckless, drunken night, Lucien slept with an Alpha. Now he's pregnant, confused, and definitely not ready to be a father. To make matters worse—he doesn’t even know who the father is.

Synopsis: He reached it. Godhood. After climbing through blood, betrayal, and ruin—he became divine. But the moment he ascended, the truth hit him like a cosmic hammer: It was a trap. The divine realm wasn’t paradise. It was a containment chamber. A cosmic lab. A system-designed slaughterhouse where gods are harvested, erased, and rewritten. > “Subject #928,363,353,839,265… Godhood confirmed. Begin Regression Protocol. Prepare to be wiped.” He was stripped bare. > Power: gone. Core: shattered. Memory: erased. Soul: blanked. Name: deleted. Identity: dissolved. Then discarded into a dead world. No thoughts. No pain. No instincts. Just a silent shell—fifteen years old, staring into the rain with no idea he existed. Do you want to know what happens when you cross the threshold? Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death

Cain Sinthorne, the youngest of seven royal sons, was born with a skill so useless the kingdom branded him a disgrace. Consume, a passive effect that slightly boosts the potency of food and potions, earned him nothing but scorn. His family ignored him. The court mocked him. The nobles laughed behind his back. Only his best friend and his lover treated him like a person. Only they believed in him. Or so he thought. Lured into a beginner dungeon under the promise of training, Cain is betrayed and left for dead. Alone in the depths and on the brink of death, he stumbles into a sealed chamber hidden beneath the ruins. Inside lies a soul long forgotten. An immortal once revered as a savior, then cursed as the world's greatest villain. Their hatred, their sorrow, their rage—they are the same. When Cain awakens, he inherits not just the immortal’s memories but the truth behind his skill. Consume was never worthless. It was incomplete. Its true name is Gluttony, a power that feeds on monsters, skills, magic, and even souls. Cain will rise from the dungeon the world buried him in. And when he does, he will show them what it means to be consumed.

Five teenagers. One forgotten ruin. A book that should never have been opened. When Rylan and his friends sneak into the overgrown ruins outside their village, they’re just looking for a thrill. What they find is a sealed chamber, an ancient tome glowing with strange symbols—and a voice that speaks directly into Rylan’s mind. From that moment on, nothing is normal. Each of them is marked by a power tied to the world’s oldest elements—Fire, Ice, Forest, Light, and Shadow. Visions of a long-lost war haunt their dreams. And something buried deep beneath the surface of the world begins to stir again. As Rylan struggles to understand the fire within him, he discovers a darker secret: a second voice that calls itself the Veyr, filled with rage, sorrow... and memories that aren’t his own. They were never meant to be chosen. But the past is coming for them—and it won’t ask twice.

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In Short, dude kicks the bucket and gets reincarnated into the matriarchal game world of magic, dragons and swords, except as a man. So, he was doomed to be magic-less, aura-less, and basically depend on women to survive. Until, the [Absolute Choice System] appears before his eyes, and changes his life forever, marking him as the only second man in history to be able to wield magic. But, does he use it for the good of the world, or does he use it like an absolute chad and control the world of women behind the scenes? Read to find out, peeps. + Previously known as [I Was Reborn As The Matriarchy’s Fat Pig Villain—Now I’m The Magic God]

Tian Liu was a weak cultivator. In his previous life he got slaughtered by his brother whom he had been serving for his whole life. But before his death he drank the Immortal Demon King's Essence which allowed him to be reborn with an unknown side effect. After his death he was trapped for 100,000 years in a chamber full of martial arts texts, ancient scriptures, and the Immortal Demon King himself.

When ex-marine twins Miller and Myers return to the estate they swore never to see again, they find their childhood home gutted of every memory of their late mother — and their little sister, Star, locked away in a private institution. Angelica, their cunning stepmother, and Chad, her predatory son, insist Star is unstable and needs permanent care. All they require is Miller and Myers’ signatures to seize the fortune their mother left behind. But the brothers refuse to sign anything until they see Star for themselves. With them is Roman, their closest friend and partner in their elite security firm — a man who owes them everything and trusts them with his life. Roman’s never met Star, but through the stories and old photos, he feels an unexpected pull — a protective instinct that runs deeper than blood. At Rosewood Haven, they find Star fragile but not broken, her spirit dimmed yet still burning beneath the weight of betrayal. As Roman fights to keep her safe from those who would cage or use her, he finds his fierce loyalty transforming into something he’s never allowed himself to feel: love. In a house steeped in secrets, greed, and cruelty, Star becomes the heart of a war that threatens to destroy them all. And Roman will stop at nothing — not even crossing lines he once swore to uphold — to shield her from the monsters wearing family names. Because sometimes salvation isn’t gentle. Sometimes it comes with bruised knuckles, whispered promises in the dark, and a love born from ashes.

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] "Then let's dissolve our mate bond and reject each other! That way, you can make Claire your official Luna!" Addison's chest rose and fell violently, her breaths ragged with fury. "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface. ... Because they never truly tried to understand each other, their relationship was filled with misunderstandings. Zion, blinded by his petty pride and desire for revenge, refused to defend himself. He wanted Addison to pay for what he believed she owed him, but that very resentment became his own downfall. Addison, on the other hand, couldn’t wait forever for him to let go of his hatred and pain. She was ready to walk away. But when she finally disappeared from his world, Zion lost his mind. He turned his own pack upside down in a desperate bid to avenge the abuse and torture she had suffered. Yet it was too late—she was gone. And worst of all, he never had the chance to tell her the truth: the pup in the other woman's belly wasn’t his. He couldn’t openly reveal it either, because that woman held a special status they couldn’t afford to offend. Zion had sent Addison away to protect her from being killed, but his pride had cost him everything. Hurting her became his greatest regret—one that overshadowed even the death of his father, the former Alpha. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Their paths crossed once again. And then, Zion saw her. No, them. Addison had a son. No—she had sons. There was another one. Regret clawed at him. He had once taunted her, wanting to break her, but now all he wanted was to make amends—to reclaim the family he had lost. But how? The gap between them was wider than ever. She wasn’t someone he could simply walk up to anymore. Would he ever get the chance to fix what he had broken? Or would Addison choose the mate her father, the Alpha King, had picked for her? After all, she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Alpha King’s only daughter, destined to be the first female Alpha King in history.

Xiao Lou was killed in an accident and reborn in the Card World. Each card here represents a secret room and clearing the instance will give a reward. Xiao Lou draws a card and thinks he could draw all types of equipment and weapons. As a result: Su Shi, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming*… character cards keep coming one after another. Xiao Lou, “???” What was this escape game? What type of fate made him keep drawing character cards? *famous poets of ancient China

Isaac Hofmann. Grade 9 Hunter. No matter where he went, that title clung to him like a curse. His physical stats were barely above average. His magic capacity? Laughable. In a world where strength defined worth, Isaac was just another expendable body sent into low-tier Rifts to scrape by. He didn’t fight for glory, fame, or even hope. He fought for medical insurance. With his sister lying comatose in a private hospital and monthly bills piling up like monsters, quitting was never an option. Hunting was dangerous, humiliating, and paid next to nothing—but it was the only thing keeping her alive. So when a hidden chamber appears during a routine dungeon raid, Isaac sees a chance to earn just a little more before calling it a day. Instead, he’s betrayed by his teammates and offered as a living sacrifice. But fate doesn't let him die. Because the thing sealed beneath that altar isn't just an artifact—it’s a weapon with a mind of its own. And it's been waiting for someone just like him.

Peter: Sere una fuerza que puede ser imparable, mis ataques seran el doble de fuertes. Y mis enemigos verán lo indomable qué seré. Peter: Me volveré tan fuerte, que mis puños algún día alcanzarán a superman. Yo soy Peter Benjamin Parker, Transmigrador y ahora va a ser mi hora de ser algo parecido a un heroe.

Milo, Shay, and a mysterious woman wake up trapped inside the Chambers of Bhael, a dark and deadly place ruled by Bhael, the god of death. They don’t know how they got there or why they’re being hunted by monsters and the undead. But the worst threat isn’t what’s outside — it’s Bhael himself, who attacks their minds and twists their memories. Now, they must trust each other to survive, find a way out, and uncover the truth before the chambers destroy them completely.

What would you do if the person who loved you most...was the one who hid your powers? Michael always thought his father was just strict. Overprotective. He never imagined that the man who raised him had shackled his very soul, sealing away his true power with a golden curse meant to keep him "safe." But safety... is just another word for a cage. After stumbling upon a hidden chamber beneath his family's castle, Michael awakens a force long buried...and with it, the truth of who he really is. Thrown into a shattered realm beyond reality, the Starfall Sanctum, he meets ancient spirits, forgotten weapons, talking swords, divine beasts, and fragments of a legacy he was never meant to remember. He finds love...fierce, fragile, and unexpected and a reason to keep going that isn’t just rage. He’s not just a boy with a temper. He's the final heir of the Ashborne Devil Clan, a bloodline feared by gods, hunted by sects, and wiped from history for being too dangerous to exist. Every night, he is torn apart and every morning, he reforges himself sharper than before. And above all, he makes a vow: To bring his mother back from the void. To tear through realms if he has to. To finish the battle she died starting. Now, the seal is shattered. His Umbral Core is awakened. And with it, come memories soaked in blood, a clan erased by betrayal, and a destiny that could set entire worlds on fire. This isn’t just a story of power. It’s about the boy they tried to keep small and what happens when he refuses to stay that way.

Titre : Codex Primordia — Héritiers of eclipse In the rain-soaked alleys of Seoul, Yeon Jin runs for his life — hunted by masked assassins from a secret order. Branded by a mysterious legacy and carrying a pendant etched with forbidden symbols, Jin unknowingly activates a living artifact: the *Codex Primordia*, a system rooted in ancient power and genetic memory. Saved by Mi Rae, a warrior from a rogue faction known as the Fractured Line, Jin is pulled into a world where mysticism blends with lost technology. In the Chamber of Silences, he discovers his mother was a guardian of the Codex — sacrificed to protect the truth buried in his blood. As Jin unlocks his first ability — Fractal Memory — the Codex begins to awaken, but so does the attention of the ruthless Entropy Council. No longer ordinary, Jin is caught between factions, secrets, and his own fractured identity.

In a post-apocalyptic world where multiple energy systems coexist, a group of game players obsessed with endless grinding emerges. Every day when Cheng Shaofeng wakes up, his first goal is to make this world… a little more like a video game. [Clone Production Chamber], [Loot Generator], [Attribute Conversion Tower], [Smartwatch Communication Station]… Toxic knife storms cutting through zombies, the Black Skeleton Legion employing the classic “Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao” strategy, and storm totems automatically grinding tentacles… one creative player move after another. Flame Assault Troopers, Summoning Mystics, Whirlwind Dancers, Dual-Pistol Tacticians, Celestial Archons… with hundreds of unique professions created. The players exclaim: “This game is so grind-heavy! I find new materials every day!” “There are tens of thousands of skill combinations, and I can even learn skills from random passersby. I’m going to max out the skill wall at the base!” “Enough talk, the Lord just announced a new map has opened. I’m going to speedrun the dungeon and write a guide for the others to farm it!” “The world boss has appeared, everyone, let’s grind it together!” Watching the players grind until their eyes turn red, Cheng Shaofeng shrugs: “You can see for yourself, it’s not that I want to rule the apocalypse—it’s just that they can’t stop grinding!”

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

He woke up in a white void. No doors. No windows. No memory just a name and a few scraps of identity. Then the world changed. From a sterile, empty space to a medieval room torn out of fantasy. Quiet. Too quiet. But that wasn’t the strangest part. He wasn’t in his body. His reflection showed a man with red eyes, blood-soaked skin, and a smile he didn’t recognize. A revolver on the ground, an empty chamber, bullets in his pocket and not a single clue why. With no phone, no documents, and no idea who he really is, he begins a slow descent into a web of doubt, identity, and dangerous possibilities. Did he kill someone? Was he reborn in another world? Or is he simply smarter than the fools who designed this illusion? Follow a man trapped between reality and imagination, chasing the truth behind the blood, the body, and the twisted question that haunts him: Is he brilliant or are they just stupid?