Untouchable Deku

In the heart of Istanbul, where power and danger walk hand in hand, two fierce souls collide. Leyla Iskender—a woman born into privilege, the daughter of a feared police officer, and a storm in her own right. Trained in combat, fluent in multiple languages, and untouched by fear, she is the kind of woman who doesn’t bow to anyone. Then there’s Ozan Ali Ahmet—ruthless, enigmatic, and a mastermind with control over the city's underground. When Leyla dares to interfere in his business, she unknowingly marks herself as his greatest obsession. A dangerous game of power and dominance unfolds between them, where every step brings them closer to a line that neither is willing to cross—until it’s too late. What happens when a man used to control meets a woman who refuses to be tamed? When fire meets fire, will it burn them both… or ignite something even darker?

A deadly, high-ranking assassin, forced to live as an ordinary student, enrolls at a prestigious university and crosses paths with the "Four Kings," the academy's most popular and untouchable group. As their worlds collide, tensions ignite, and the question arises: will the predator become the prey, or will the kings fall to her hidden power?

Shen Weiyi has a younger, boy-next-door boyfriend whose allure lies in his height, long legs, and strong torso. With a wild mind and a talent for flirting, the eighteen-year-old Jiang is impulsive, fun-loving, and fickle, exhibiting both innocent and wolf-like traits at the touch of a button. Beloved by countless girls, he always thought Shen Weiyi, who would do anything at his mere call of 'sister', would forever indulge him, only to find she suddenly doesn't want him anymore. Breakups are breakups; whoever regrets it is a dog. Shen Weiyi, once red-eared and compliant to his every whim, now won't look back, leaving an eighteen-year-old Jiang's genuine liking turning into a resolute declaration of disinterest. 'Jiang,' she says, 'I date for happiness, not for extra headache.' Later, a desperate Jiang tries everything for her, getting injured in the process and lowering himself to the dust, only to see her blooming in another man's arms, which drives him to a jealous rage. Sheng Ting, the genius of the Z University, untouchable and seen by everyone as the embodiment of purity and restraint, had decided the names of their unborn children upon his first glimpse of Shen Weiyi. [Childhood friend VS Sudden love, not seeking the adoration of the whole world but asking to be your one and only exception in life.]

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.

[30 chaps on April 1st + 2ch/day on April] In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach. They don’t know me. Not really. Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away. I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments. But then there’s her. June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience. She thinks she can handle me. She’s dead wrong. Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies. June doesn’t belong in my world. But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under. And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

At Seonghwa Girls’ Academy, ambition is everything, and Yoon Saehwa stands at the top—brilliant, untouchable, and feared. Beneath her cold perfection lies something far more relentless, the need to control, to own, to never lose. But in a world where law is both a game and a weapon, even the most unshakable foundations begin to crack. -- updates: saturday-sunday kyoani cover is not mine

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.

Shunned by her pack as the Traitor's daughter, Natalie Cross—a werewolf without a wolf—has endured more pain than most could imagine. Forced to bear the mark of a ruthless alpha, rejected by her destined mate, and ultimately banished, she finds herself alone and unwelcome among her kind. With the Alpha's scent branding her as untouchable, no other pack will take her in. Desperate and discarded, Natalie hides among humans, scraping by in a world that doesn’t know or care about her true identity. But everything changes when she crosses paths with an adorable wolf pup—and its enigmatic, wealthy owner. The man offers his help, something no one else has dared to do. Yet, kindness feels like a foreign concept to Natalie. Can she trust this stranger who harbours secrets as deep as her own? Or is his generosity just another trap, promising a fate darker than the one she’s already survived?

The Great Luminar War began a century ago—a conflict born not from gods, but from humanity itself. Lumina, a force created by man yet beyond scientific explanation, consumed the world in destruction. Only a decade ago, it was finally sealed away, ending the war at the cost of nearly all civilization. Yet, even now, as the world struggles to rebuild, there are those who seek to unseal it… for reasons only they know. In the midst of it all, Arden and Astrea were just children—two friends who played beneath the open sky, their lives untouched by the weight of history. But one day.......

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.

When the world stood on the brink of destruction, consumed by the might of an all-powerful darkness, humanity prayed for salvation. They wished for the light—never realizing that their desperate plea would bring a curse far worse than the darkness itself. Seven hundred years ago, in its most desperate hour, the world summoned a group of legendary heroes from another realm. These warriors, blessed with extraordinary abilities, united under a single purpose: to vanquish the almighty Dark Lord. Through sheer determination, teamwork, and a stroke of fortune, they succeeded, delivering the world from its greatest nightmare. The kingdom rejoiced. The people celebrated their saviors with parades, songs, and endless praise. But victory had changed the heroes. Power, once a tool of salvation, had become an addiction. The taste of worship, the ease with which they could bend the world to their will—it was intoxicating. The heroes, who were meant to be symbols of hope, refused to leave. They crowned themselves rulers, shaping the world in their image. What was once light had become a deeper, more terrifying darkness. Now, centuries later, their descendants still reign—oppressive, immortal, and untouchable. No one dares to oppose them… until Mary, an ordinary young man with no talents, no abilities, and no destiny, does the impossible. By sheer accident, he kills one of the ruling heroes. Now branded a traitor and a threat, Mary is left with only two choices: run and die… or keep fighting and become something even more terrifying than the legends themselves. Because if one hero can fall, then so can the rest. And Mary? He’s just getting started. .......... Hallo! hope you Enjoy this novel I will also be posting this in royal road.com https://www.royalroad.com/profile/667834

Lost between time and space, a man known as Dr. Dew—a scientist turned synthetic survivor—awakens on a vast, untamed world untouched by civilization. Armed with nothing but his mind and a body engineered to defy nature itself, he must rebuild from the ground up, carving out a place for himself in this primal land teeming with towering beasts and hidden dangers. Unbeknownst to him, across the massive continent, another figure stirs—an enigmatic genius, summoned by forces beyond understanding. Drawn toward an unseen connection, she begins her own journey, hoping to one day uncover the mystery of the man who inadvertently called her into existence. As years pass, technology advances, knowledge is rediscovered, and the foundations of a new future take shape. But when the stars finally turn their gaze toward this forgotten world, Dr. Dew will have to decide: will he remain hidden in the shadows of history, or will he step forward and reshape the fate of an entire galaxy? P.S. This story was made with the help if A.I. since I have a hard time spelling and writing due to my dyslexia, I also do not own any of these characters and these franchises that are mentioned in this story except for the Mc.

The Angel of Death. The man everyone fears. They say he’s merciless, that he has killed more people than anyone in the Circle. No one dares cross him. But there’s a secret, one that no one knows. James Bellini has never killed anyone. Not once. The rumors started because of a misunderstanding, a mistake so deep that even he couldn’t fix it. The truth is something only God himself could untangle. And James? He’s just a man caught in the middle of it all.

Blurb: The Billionaire Husband No Woman Wanted Power. Control. Wealth. Elliot Sloane has spent his life mastering all three—ruthlessly expanding his empire, crushing competitors, and keeping his heart locked away. Love is a liability, and marriage? A cage he swore he’d never step into. But when his late grandfather’s will delivers an impossible ultimatum—marry within six months or lose everything—Elliot finds himself playing a game he never wanted to join. No woman wants to marry the cold, calculating billionaire who sees love as nothing more than a business deal. The tabloids call him "The Husband No Woman Wanted," a man too rich, too ruthless, and too untouchable to be loved. His enemies laugh, his family waits for his downfall, and the clock is ticking. But Elliot doesn’t lose. His plan is simple: find a wife, secure the inheritance, and walk away unscathed. No emotions. No complications. Just another transaction. Then he meets her. She’s not looking for love. She has secrets. A past. A reason to say yes. The perfect deal—until desire ignites, past wounds reopen, and enemies move in the shadows. Elliot is about to learn that some contracts don’t come with escape clauses. And the woman he never wanted? She might be the one thing he can’t afford to lose. A high-stakes billionaire romance filled with power plays, deception, and undeniable passion. Perfect for fans of intense chemistry, ruthless billionaires, and thrilling twists.

In the endless field, there blooms a single white flower. I have watched it sway in the wind, delicate and untouchable, dreamed of tracing its petals with my fingertips, of holding it close—so close it could never escape me. And one fateful evening, beneath the quiet moonlight, I reached out and plucked it for my own. —————————— Remember to support me and my story with your love and care, friends! ;)

Tyler thought he had everything: good grades, a loving girlfriend, and a picture-perfect life. But everything shatters when an anonymous text warns him that his girlfriend, Alexis, is cheating. Dismissing it as a prank at first, Tyler’s world is turned upside down when he catches her in the arms of Logan Carter—the arrogant, untouchable captain of the football team. Heartbroken and humiliated, Tyler finds himself tangled in an unexpected game of cat and mouse with a mysterious texter. But things take a surprising turn when Tyler discovers that Logan was the mysterious texter all along. Fueled by anger, confusion, and a strange attraction he can’t explain, Tyler demands answers—only to receive an unexpected confession and a kiss that changes everything.

Izumi Kurogane was just a normal high schooler—until he got caught up with Marina Ashford, the untouchable rich girl with a secret love for anime. Between school festivals, intense rivalries, and Marina’s overprotective bodyguards plotting in the background, Izumi finds himself in way more chaos than he signed up for. From late-night calls to anime club shenanigans, their worlds keep colliding. But with every challenge, their bond grows stronger—whether they admit it or not.

He was once the most feared villain in the empire, a master of manipulation who wove chaos from the shadows. Ruthless, untouchable—until the day he was betrayed and executed by the very man he sought to control. But death is not the end. He awakens in the body of Lady Elara Valcrest, a fragile noble girl doomed to be a pawn in political games. Stripped of her former power, she is forced into an arranged marriage with none other than Cairon Everhart—the man who once killed her. He does not recognize her, but she knows him. And she will never forget. To survive, Elara must play a new game. One where deception is her only weapon, and trust is a dangerous illusion. She must outmaneuver her enemies, uncover the truth behind her execution, and reclaim the power she lost. But as she navigates the treacherous world of court intrigue, one question lingers— Was Cairon truly her greatest enemy? Or had she been blind to an even greater threat? Time is running out. The villain has been given one last chance. And this time, she refuses to lose.

In a world where **women rule** and men are nothing more than trophies or tools, **Leon Astraeus** is an anomaly. Reincarnated into the **wealthiest and most powerful matriarchal family**, he quickly realizes he isn’t just any man—he’s **the only one that matters**. Blessed with **mind-reading abilities, inhuman charisma, and an irresistible physique**, Leon effortlessly **twists the desires of the strongest women**, turning even the most dominant futanari elites into willing lovers. His **doting mother and sisters adore him obsessively**, his rivals fall before him, and even the most **untouchable, married women crumble in his grasp**. In a society where men are meant to be submissive, **Leon refuses to kneel**. Instead, he takes everything—**power, wealth, women, and even the pride of those who think they can resist him**. This is the story of a man who doesn’t follow the rules of the matriarchy. **He rewrites them.** _____________________ Tags--#Reincarnated,#Harem,#Matriarchy,#Smut,#urban,#Adultery,#Easy Going Life,#Futanari,#Netori,#Doting Parents,#Doting Older Siblings,#mind reading,#yaoi.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!: These people be getting freaky in the sheets! "You think I haven’t noticed your eyes on me?" Kai En's voice was dangerously low, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "The way they linger— you can’t decide whether to kill me or kiss me. Am I right, little alpha?" ... For as long as Jun could remember, vengeance had been his only purpose. The last survivor of a disgraced family, he vowed to tear down the empire that destroyed his life, starting with its most prized jewel—Prince Feng Kai En.  Now, under the guise of Xiao Liu, a lowly servant in the prince’s retinue, he plans his revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within the palace walls. Neither Xiao Liu’s sharp blades nor detailed plans were good enough to fall the man behind the title. Every failed assassination attempt and heated exchange left him more entangled with the man he was meant to destroy. Kai En—ruthless, untouchable, and powerful. An alpha in the eyes of all. Xiao Liu uncovered the prince’s greatest secret—beneath the façade lay something far more dangerous and vulnerable. Something Xiao Liu intended to exploit. Duty had always been Kai En’s burden. Yet Xiao Liu’s presence stirred emotions long buried—desires with no place in his world. Every attempt on his life only deepened the prince’s fascination, pulling him into the chaos Xiao Liu brought. As war looms and enemies close in, their dangerous dance intensifies. Desire grows where hate once ruled, pulling them into a storm of violence, lust, and something deeper. “You’ll never belong to anyone else,” Xiao Liu snarled, his lips finding Kai En’s neck again, biting down hard. “Not her. Not anyone. You belong to me.” Xiao Liu knows Kai En is the key to his revenge, but the more their lives tangle, the harder it becomes to tell if it’s vengeance he craves… or the prince himself. And Kai En must face the ultimate test that could break his kingdom and heart. Can Xiao Liu destroy the man he’s come to obsess over, or will he fall first?

This modern world was once ruled by elemental forces and primal creatures, but the balance of power has long since shattered. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans—each race has carved its own legacy, yet none remain untouched by the tides of war and betrayal. Once, these factions waged battles that scorched the land and stained history with blood. Now, the war has faded into myth, and a fragile peace clings to existence like a dying ember. But peace was never meant to last. A kingdom watches with unease as old wounds fester beneath the surface, as forbidden ties between predator and prey threaten to upend everything. Whispers of rebellion stir in the streets, ancient forces awaken in the shadows, and a forgotten prophecy looms on the horizon. Amidst this brewing storm, a child is born—a being who is the product of two worlds. A hybrid of Vampire and Human, he stands as a symbol of opposing forces intertwined. His existence alone is enough to ignite fury, to challenge the natural order, and to become the spark that could either unite the fractured lands or set them ablaze once more. Secrets buried deep in history will rise. Loyalties will be tested. And in the end, only one truth remains: Power is the only law, and those without it will be devoured. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the sins of old return to claim their debt? This is not a fairy tale. This is the truth they wanted forgotten. Welcome to The Secrets of Chiaroscuro.

Betrayed. Starved. Left to die alone in a world that chewed up the weak and spat them out. Gu Qingran trusted the wrong people, loved the wrong man, and paid the ultimate price. But fate? Fate gave her a second chance. Reborn 30 days before the apocalypse, she refuses to be the naive fool she once was. This time, there are no attachments, no kindness—only power. With the Omni-Alchemist System, she can create weapons deadlier than an arsenal, fortresses stronger than steel, and medicines that could cure or kill with a single drop. While the world slept, she stockpiled. While they wasted time..she built an empire. When the world burned, she rose from the ashes—untouchable, unstoppable and unchallenged. Let the apocalypse come. Let them beg for mercy. Because in this life, Gu Qingran is no one’s prey. She is the storm.

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

The world was vast, yet Asura knew it was only a fragment of something greater. The universe, the multiverse, the very concept of reality he refused to believe they were untouchable. Power. Knowledge. Influence. These were not just words to him; they were the foundation of his ambition, the tools that would carve his name into existence itself. The weak accepted their place, but Asura? He would tear through the fabric of destiny with his own hands. But fate was cruel. Born into the gutters of a crumbling city, surrounded by filth and forgotten dreams, he had nothing. No wealth, no status, no legacy to inherit. Only hunger. A hunger so deep it burned in his veins, gnawed at his bones, and whispered in his mind. Will he make it? Yes? No But power had a price. And Asura had no intention of paying He wanted to claw his way out of the dirt, rise above kings and deities, and reshape reality itself. The strong ruled, the weak perished he would be neither. He would be more. And this was only the beginning.

Lin Ting was reborn at 16, on the very day she was taken back to her wealthy family. In her previous life, she was despised by her biological parents and tragically died at the hands of kidnappers. This time, with a counterattack system in hand, Lin Ting decisively cut ties with her birth parents and was adopted by her loving uncle and aunt. Everyone in high society assumed she was just a countryside nobody—until her coming-of-age banquet. That night, they were stunned to discover that the so-called "forgotten daughter of the Lin family" was breathtakingly beautiful and exceptionally talented. To their greater shock, the three brothers by her side turned out to be top elites in their respective fields. It was only then that people realized—they had been utterly deceived! And wait… the man dancing with her—wasn’t that Xie Zhili, the heir to A City’s most powerful family? The legendary, untouchable prodigy actually bowed before her?! The entire hall fell into stunned silence.

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Seventeen-year-old Rin Asakura is tired. Tired of pretending, tired of hoping, and tired of waking up to another day that feels the same. On the surface, he is just another quiet student, drifting through high school unnoticed. But inside, he carries an unbearable weight—the fear of being forgotten, the pain of feeling useless, and the exhaustion of existing without purpose. His world is a cycle of loneliness and self-doubt, where every interaction feels like a performance. He used to believe things would get better, but now, he isn’t so sure. His only solace is in late-night walks, the quiet hum of the city, and the thought that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow won’t come. But then he meets Aoi, a girl who hides her own scars behind a bright smile. She seems untouchable, always laughing, always surrounded by people. Yet, Rin notices the way her hands tremble when she thinks no one is looking. And somehow, their paths keep crossing. As their fragile connection deepens, Rin starts to wonder—is it possible to share the weight of suffering? Or will opening up only make things worse? When the past comes crashing back and secrets unravel, Rin is forced to face the one question he’s been avoiding: Does he want to live, or does he just not want to die?

For eons, the god Revunea drifted through existence in boredom, untouched by mortal affairs. But when an unknown parasite begins spreading through a world powered by the mysterious force of Dystreye, something compels them to act. Expecting a simple investigation, Revunea instead finds themselves trapped in a land of warring kingdoms, ancient secrets, and unseen dangers, their once-limitless power now constrained. Disguised as a mortal, they must navigate treacherous politics, monstrous threats, and the growing mystery of the parasite itself. But as the conflict deepens, Revunea faces a question they’ve never considered: will they remain an observer, or will they finally take control of their own fate?

What if you could hack the strongest heroes and turn them into your devoted companions? Once feared as the Heavenly Demon, Zain stood above all—unstoppable, unrivaled, unchallenged. But his reign came to an end when so-called righteous cultivators banded together to eliminate him, believing they had purged the world of its greatest evil. Yet death was not the end. Reborn in a world dominated by heroes and champions of justice, Zain awakens a mysterious Hero Hack System—a power that doesn’t just defeat heroes but rewrites them. With a single command, he can shatter their convictions, twist their destinies, and rebuild them into something new. A ruthless warrior queen? Now a loyal blade at his side. An untouchable holy maiden? Now eager to obey. The strongest hero who once stood against him? Now kneeling before him, waiting for his command. With every hero he hacks, his harem of once-unshakable warriors grows. But as he reshapes this world to his will, one question remains—who gave him this system, and what price will he have to pay? They ended his reign once. This time, he’ll reign over them all.