Fleabag Kneel

Yu listened to the end is living outside more than 20 years of Yu family really daughter. In the face of parents eccentric, brother suspicion, brother disgust, and false daughter tiger covetous, Yu listen to wan hun don't care. This when the home is a temporary residence, but also exercise control emotional tools, why care? Yu family thought that the real daughter Yu listened to, is not on the table of the country girl. But unexpectedly. She's the world's favorite healer, the mystery millionaire at the top of the rich list, The heiress to the top secret society... even the man she keeps, It is said that the fourth master of the Si family, who is cruel and treacherous because of his disabled legs and dare not provoke anyone, Si Yan Chen! Yun Jing all directly kneel! The people around the ancestors, how one than a bad to provoke?

Jacinta Ryzeftine’s life was never hers to begin with. Memories of a past existence crash down upon her, revealing the cruel truth — she has been reborn as the ill-fated third princess of the Illian Empire, a character in the tragic novel Crimson Sun. The story’s ending is certain: the guillotine waits, and so does the destruction of everyone she holds dear. But Jacinta refuses to surrender to the pages of fate. With the weight of two lives on her shoulders, she makes a solemn vow — to shatter the prophecy that binds her and rewrite the future with her own hands. No longer the naïve princess destined to die, she becomes a cunning player in the empire’s brutal game. Behind silken masks and shadowed corridors, she uncovers secrets that threaten to tear the empire apart. Allies emerge in unexpected places, while enemies sharpen their blades, eager to see her fall. Time is running out, and every choice draws her closer to the story’s bloody climax. But this time, Jacinta Ryzeftine will not be the one to kneel. Fate may have written her end, but she will write her own beginning.

Reborn in a world where martial arts reign supreme, Li Qian becomes a menial disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, assigned as the bell ringer. When ringing the bell, the sacrificial weapon system accidentally awakens, binding his life to the bell as his life-bound sacrificial weapon. As long as he rings the bell, he can enhance the sacrificial weapon. Moreover, the sacrificial weapon has one crucial characteristic. As long as the bell remains unbroken, the host is immortal. From then on, a path of eternal martial arts unfolds before Li Qian. ... Many years later, when the Divine Sword Sect faces a crisis of extermination, countless disciples kneel before the bell platform. "We beseech the ancestor to take action."

Host: What is your dream? Lv Xiaobu: To eat and do nothing, to do as I please. Host: Then how did you become the world's richest man? Lv Xiaobu: How would I know? You ask a spendthrift how to make money? Really! I want to go back to sleep. Host: Please don't... Lv Xiaobu: Tip, five thousand. Host: Kneeling and sending off Young Master Xiaobu, may Young Master Xiaobu rule the world forever! Lv Xiaobu: Wahahaha!

Medieval times, warring knights, dragons, demons, gods, pirates, behemoths... Barbaric, ignorant, backward, numb, starvation widespread, people unable to make a living... Damn it! Punch to explode this era!! Reclaiming wilderness, farming, bridge building, road paving, coal mining, excavating minerals! Leveling up, recruiting apostles, forging an army! Barrage troops! Pushing horizontally! Quack! My steel torrent is invincible in this world!! Roman: "I am your destiny! Kneel before me!" So, you were supposed to farm, but somehow you ended up establishing a vast empire and becoming the emperor?

In a one-sided marriage that lasted several years, Shen Heyu made herself the butt of a joke. On the day of the divorce at the civil affairs bureau, Pei Yansi scorned her coldly: 'Shen Heyu, I'll wait for you to come back and beg me!' But once she disappeared for good, the man regretted it. He pursued her relentlessly, entangled her day and night, even kneeling before her begging to get back together. Shen Heyu was somewhat speechless, 'Pei Yansi, can't you act like a human?' Pei Yansi's lips curved slightly, 'Not acting human is fine too, being a loyal dog isn’t so bad.'

Zhang Yang, the office drone, spent his days slacking off with the campus beauty and his nights watching his sister-in-law practice leg lifts. His girlfriend Xiao Man watched him every day, falling deep in thought... Until one day, while straddling Zhang Yang, she unleashed a soul-searching interrogation, "Why did the dean bow to you? Why did the richest man gift you a villa? Why did the tattoo-covered big brother kneel before you, begging you to take his wife?"

【Ending in progress】On her wedding day, she found out her fiancé of three years was in bed with another woman. In her utter despair, Xi Yemo, the most powerful man in A City, kneeled on one knee holding a ten-carat diamond ring, "Woman, marry me." "Xi Yemo, don't mess around." She was cornered by him under the dim staircase, while people were passing by above. The man’s eyes narrowed dangerously, "You're shouting so loud, is it not because you want me to mess about?" Aargh! Shameless, disgusting man. They had agreed to a marriage of convenience, no love involved. Yet, every night, he would punctually turn up in her bedroom. "You've got the wrong door, your room is next door." "Wherever my wife is, that's where I am." Finally, one day when Lan Xin Ai could no longer tolerate him and was about to divorce, the unemotional-looking but actually manipulative man casually replied, "With my child in your womb, who do you think you can marry?"

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.

After crossing into a post-apocalyptic world, Yasin awakened a system that allowed him to travel between two timelines. He soon discovered an astonishing truth—women from both worlds were mysteriously linked. In the brutal apocalyptic world of 1993, they pledged their loyalty to him for survival. Yet, in the dazzling spotlight of 2006’s Hollywood, they remained legendary superstars. But the moment they saw him… they couldn’t stop herself from kneeling.

In a world where dungeons are worshipped as divine trials and the System is hailed as a blessing, Beno Mark knows only one truth—everything is a lie. Haunted by the sin of killing his own parents, burdened by guilt, and shattered by the disappearance of his younger brother Renzo Mark in a mysterious Violet Gate, Beno spirals into madness, questioning reality itself. The System, which promises power and salvation, is nothing but a trap, binding the souls of countless hunters. The world itself is not as it seems—vast beyond imagination, hiding secrets that even the gods fear. Yet, Beno refuses to crumble. Driven by obsession and guilt, he awakens the cursed King System, the most forbidden and dominating force ever sealed. As fragments of truth and ancient conspiracies emerge, Beno, alongside Luna, Charles, Raul, and Isabella, begins to unravel the world's true history—a truth that has been hidden for centuries. What is the Violet Gate? Who controls the System? And why was Beno chosen as the vessel of the King of All Beings? The path is clear. Kneel... or Bleed.

Olivia and Ella, twin sisters, find themselves in an unfamiliar world, a system ringing in their minds. Confused and frustrated, Olivia complains about the lack of cake, while Ella tries to remain composed. The system soon declares them the newborn Twin Gods, rewarding them with the absurd [Absolute Skill: Kneeling]. While Olivia sulks and dozes off, Ella seeks answers. The system reveals they are in the God Realm, within the God Seed’s Temple, awaiting their "family." Moments later, the sky shatters. Five celestial figures descend—radiant beings of immense power. At their center stands a regal couple, their divine presence undeniable. Three others follow—two young men and an excited girl who gleefully calls out, "Mom! My twin sisters are finally born!" Ella tenses. Olivia snores. And so, their chaotic divine life begins.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Humanity is broken. Their cities are dust, their warriors long fallen. The monstrous Beasts and their godlike Beastkin masters rule with an iron grip, and hope is little more than a forgotten whisper. But legends are not born from comfort. They are forged in blood, in fire, in the will of those who refuse to kneel. Rowan was nothing—a nameless child in the slums, another soul crushed beneath the weight of a dying world. But from the depths of despair, he rose. Not for glory. Not for vengeance. But to tear down the chains that held mankind in servitude. And when the dust settles, the world will remember one truth. Rowan the Mighty does not bow. WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of war, excessive violence, gore, and mature themes, including implications of rape and scenes of torture. Reader discretion is advised.

Finding a strange orb, Jayden finds himself turning into a vampire. Strange quests start to appear in front of him, sending him to different worlds. He finds himself playing different roles in different worlds, as he gets stronger and gets the most beautiful women from each world. " So, you want to save your son, impossible. The treason he committed can't be forgiven. " " Please, *sob*" I'm begging you. I'll do anything if you spare him. " Jayden looks at the breath-taking beauty kneeling in front of him, as a sly smile appears on his face. " Anything, you say. Then..." ****** Using his mind control abilities, Jayden will become the richest, strongest vampire, and have lots of beautiful women in his harem. ________________________ -No NTR, But MC will steal other's women. -Might be a bit slow at the beginning. -No Yuri Discord link: https://discord.gg/zC4tFy3tDx Extra chapters after 30 golden tickets and gifts

There is a sense for greatness. Some people carry it around like a bad smell. They make us stop on the street, and look their way, whether we wish to or not. Their appearance might be ordinary, but there’s something about them, something beyond the norm. Something that makes you almost wish to bend the knee to them. Our kings have likely had that something, those that came from nothing but ashes and ruin, in times of trouble and famine, where the hearts of the masses are restless, and they need a cause to bind to. What makes them choose one man over another? It is my contention that there is a true gravity to such individuals. That progress, or competence, or greatness itself carries a weight. That a man might grow greater in the dark, and whether he wishes it or not, by the sheer gravity of his existence, tigers will make their way towards his door, catching his scent in the wind. The tigers hide themselves in the forests, in villages unknown, amongst the peasantry, but sooner or later, it does seem, that they are always cast into the light. It requires an immense effort of will to keep them hidden. A man of such a gravity will see themselves risen, without will, to ranks beyond that of the norm – in times of peace, they might rise high indeed. But in times of chaos? When the world is in upheaval, when every piece in up in the air? Then a tiger from the most lowly of starts, with a competency – a density – beyond belief, as if they were a different creature entirely – they might go all the way. They might be the creature that – though a peasant themselves – the peasantry themselves kneel to. They might go further, and make the soldiery kneel, and then even the nobles after them. And a special class, beyond all others, might go even further still, and snatch a crown the head of a king, on a flurry of brilliant victories, on a story so overwhelming it almost might have seemed preordained. It is those men that we ought to fear, and it those men that we will eternally be at the mercy of. It is those men that we do the honour of addressing as our kings, and our emperors.

Fate is a lie. Destiny is a chain. But there are those who shatter both. When gods take sides and kings become pawns, the battlefields shall burn with the fury of the ages. Celestial blades will sever the sky, warriors will tear through fate itself, and dharma will drown in an ocean of blood. But in a war where righteousness is an illusion and power is the only truth, who dares to claim victory? Who dares to defy the will of creation itself? Let the heavens tremble. Let eternity burn. For when the final arrow flies, even the gods shall kneel.

In a world where gods rule over mortal realms and divine bloodlines dictate fate, Rael Vayashura was born an anomaly—neither fully mortal nor fully divine. A demigod abandoned by the heavens, cast aside as an aberration. Yet, the blood of forgotten titans and primeval forces surges within him, whispering of an ascension that defies fate itself. Betrayed. Hunted. Feared. The pantheons of old seek to erase him, unwilling to acknowledge a power they cannot control. But Rael is no pawn in their celestial games. He will carve his own legend, shatter the chains of divine tyranny, and forge his own pantheon—one that bows to no one but him. Through war, seduction, and conquest, Rael gathers an unparalleled harem of goddesses, dragons, elves, vampires, and celestial queens—each drawn to his unyielding will, his forbidden power, and the promise of a realm beyond the reach of the old gods. Some seek to tame him, others to test him, but all will come to realize: Rael does not kneel. From the ruins of celestial battlefields to the hidden realms of forgotten deities, Rael’s journey will be one of defiance, domination, and desire. He will rewrite the divine order, tear apart the heavens, and ascend as the one true god—a god who does not inherit power but takes it for himself. The gods may sit upon their thrones… but Rael will forge his own. Harem. Mythology. Power. Conquest. Passion. The Age of Rael begins now.

Lu Wuqi was killed while trying to protect a little girl from tens of bullets. But instead of dying, she became the successor of the 'RV upgrade system' and was reborn in a melodramatic post apocalyptic novel and became the scumbag with the same name as her who gave her wife to others to play with to save her life. The scumbag even tried to kill their baby by abandoning her in this world filled with rampant zombies. In the original novel, Lu Wuqi was a vain alpha woman who was even cheating on her wife. she didn't even want to endure the hardships and only wanted to curry favor with the boss of a gang by selling her wife. She wanted to let her wife be the plaything of the whole gang just to enjoy a glass of wine and food. She also felt that their baby daughter was nothing but a burden in the end times and even tried to let her be the food of zombies, this scene was seen by the heroine Yun Qingyue and in a moment of desperation, she awakened superpowers and killed the whole gang as well as the original Lu Wuqi and escaped from there with her daughter. Later, She even met her destined alpha 'Lin Ge' who respected and loved her very much. They even set up their own base and recruited a lot of members and their base also became the only place where omegas could stay safe. Their base also grew larger as they became stronger and they even established their own kingdom after eradicating the zombies. Lu Wuqi couldn't help but feel unfair : qAq... Why am I a scumbag trash.... qAq... Fortunately, Lu Wuqi was an expert mercenary in her previous life and even the boss of her own mercenary agency. Her fighting skills and physical fitness were extremely amazing, coupled with the 'RV upgrade system' , she changed her original destiny written in the novel. She escaped with the cub and the heroine and even made their own magical RV. Later, she slowly regained the trust of the heroine and even grew to love her and their little cub by her whole heart. Lu Wuqi : Hmmphh!! Who said, I was a straight woman?? I obviously Love my wife very much... hehee,.... .. .. # A little Sneak Peek : Lu Wuqi was currently kneeling on her knees outside their bedroom, Lu Wuqi : Babyyyy~~ I'm Sorry, I will be gentle next time... Yun Qingyue : Shameless!! You always say this.... #Another day, Yun Qingyue : I seem to have just seen your dear white moonlight... Lu Wuqi (Scared Jpg.) : Really? I mean... what white moonlight?? I don't have any.. Yun Qingyue : With a smile on her face : Really?? Lu Wuqi : qAq.... THIS IS MY ORIGINAL BOOK!!! READ AND ENJOY...

Power was a game, and Isabella Ashworth never lost. Control, wealth, and debts that always came due—her world thrived on them. But every empire had cracks. "I don't share my possessions, Mr. Campbell. Your wife stole from me, and now I want something back. You should know I always collect what I'm owed." When Liam Campbell's wife vanishes after stealing from Isabella, he’s left behind as collateral. Everyone thinks they know the score: a young man trapped in a rich woman's grasp, just another plaything in her world of luxury and power. But Liam isn’t built to be owned. Behind his perfect face lies a ruthless mind—a man who clawed his way up from nothing and never learned how to kneel. Now, with enemies circling and Isabella refusing to let go, one thing is clear— He's not just playing her game. He's about to rewrite the rules. And in this war of power and desire, losing isn’t an option. But who's really taming who? ||||||||||||||| *My first book and my entry into WSA! Please support me with your votes

Summary : In a world where power rules, a desperate boy races through a dense forest, searching for his lost sister. But fate leads him to an unlikely encounter—**a nameless wanderer**, younger than him yet carrying an air of mystery and strength. Alongside a girl slightly older than both of them, this stranger steps in and rescues the boy’s sister from danger. The boy does not yet realize it, but this moment will change his life forever. A group of powerful cultivators arrive, bringing destruction in their wake. The boy watches in horror as his sister is caught in the chaos. He fights. He fails. He realizes that strength alone determines one’s fate in this world. But before darkness claims them, the nameless one moves once more. With an effortless, unstoppable force, he saves them again. Shaken by his own weakness, the boy makes a choice—one that will shape his destiny. He kneels before the nameless stranger, swearing his loyalty, begging to be trained—to become strong enough to protect those he loves. But what he does not know is this: the one he pledges himself to is no ordinary man. He is the shadow of a forgotten legend. The whisper of a conqueror feared by kings. The Nameless One. And so begins a journey of power, loyalty, and the rise of a legend long thought lost.

In a world where warriors and mages wield incredible power to battle monsters and conquer dungeons, Leon was just another hopeful teenager awaiting his awakening. At eighteen, he stepped forward to touch the Awakening Orb, dreaming of a legendary class—perhaps a powerful Mage or a fearsome Warrior. But fate had other plans. [You have awakened the F-Rank Class: Necromancer] [Your subclass is: Zombie Lord] The world sneered. Necromancy was a taboo, a weak class fit for those who couldn't survive real combat. Zombies? Nothing more than mindless, slow-moving corpses. With no future in sight, Leon was cast aside as a failure. Until he actually used his ability. [Select Your Zombie Type] — Warrior Zombie — Mage Zombie — Healer Zombie Unlike traditional necromancers, Leon’s system let him create and customize zombies—giving them skills, equipping them with weapons, and even allowing them to evolve. With the right combination of magic, strategy, and firepower, his undead army could be unstoppable. Armed with a mana-powered magic gun, Leon fights alongside his growing legion of enhanced zombies, proving that an F-Rank class can become the most terrifying existence in the world. The dungeons will fall. The strong will kneel. And soon… the world will know the name Leon, The Zombie Lord

Hera Avery is working several part-time jobs to pay for her university tuition. She is managing her work and love life simultaneously. Her boyfriend, who is a rising celebrity, made her pay for their expensive apartment located in a well-known building. The building is also home to well-known heirs and heiresses. On her boyfriend's birthday and their third anniversary, she returned home to their apartment only to find him with another woman. But what did she get in return? A slap on the face, a breakup and she was evicted from the apartment she was paying with her own money. After being evicted and becoming homeless, she believed things couldn't get any worse. However, her cheating ex-boyfriend's wealthy new girlfriend went further by reaching out to every establishment and persuading them to blacklist her. This caused her to lose her means of living and they even spread rumors that she was obsessed with her former celebrity boyfriend and was attacked by his fans. Having no way out, she gritted her teeth. "Grandpa, I'm willing to inherit the consortium." Old Master Avery laughed heartily after hearing her conviction and sent a bank transfer to Hera. [ You received a $100,000,000,000 money transfer to your account ending in ####] [Note: My dear granddaughter, use this pocket money to treat yourself to anything you desire. Don't be frugal, and if you spend it all, don't hesitate to ask me for more.] Hera was astounded. When her identity was announced, her ex-boyfriend kneeled and cried to her, for her to take him back. The sarcastic Male lead 1: Do you think it's your turn? Look behind. When her ex-boyfriend looked back, he saw influential men lining up with bouquets of roses to woo Hera. The cold Male lead 2: It's your fault for being blind. Cry and beg but you'll have no chance as long as we are here. The brutal and impatient Male lead 3: Do you want me to break your legs?! The entertainment King Male lead 4: You're just a little star but you want to bypass me? The hot-headed Male lead 5: I'll make sure, you'll be shelve. The coquettish Male lead 6: Wifey, they are trying to steal you from me! Seeing the problematic Male leads, Hera felt an incoming headache not knowing what to do. "Let's just go with the flow then!"

“I will drag you into an darkest abyss, as you have done to me for your betrayal. It’ll be like an eye for an eye and tooth for an tooth.” Atlas watches him kneeling on the ground with a dagger in his side, blood trickling from his wound. Atlas stands there, leaning against the wall with a nonchalant expression. Atlas stepped away from leaning against the golden statue, and he walked closer to him with a predatory grace, calm and effortless, and Atlas cradled his face with a possessive and clinging hold, and Atlas smiled gleefully, “Let’s make a deal. Belong to me and do everything I say, and I’ll release your brother.” Sebastian never saw this day coming, and he truly regretted saving him on that snowy day. This person isn’t the same youth from before, for vengeance and hatred only remain in his heart. The only thing he can do is appease the man. But this time, he will never give out his heart again. And he will never reveal the real truth behind his betrayal. What’s the point? Sebastian looked at the man before him and resisted the urge to move away from the hand on his face. His eyes remained stoic. In a hard voice, he said, “Fine. I will do what you want; in exchange, let my brother go.” *** Sebastian lives a normal life with his family, but he lives a hidden life. He has a dark secret that he protects at all costs; otherwise, he will be killed for being a monster. He and the rest of his family are vampires, living off blood, but his family, especially his father and mother, don’t feed on humans, for they cling onto morality, hoping not to descend into depravation. Sebastian cherishes his family, and they are both his strength and his weakness. They are the ones who maintain his humanity and keep him in check. But being a vampire comes with a deadly price; he must blend in with the human world, pretending to be a human is an effortless task: calculating and flirtatious is a mask he carries for centuries, playing with the lives of those around as if they’re just a game. His heart never lets anyone in, keeping distance from anyone except for his family, who live and protect each other. On that fateful night, he never thought he could have another emotional connection. A young, feral boy carrying a hunter's knife is surrounded by blood, snow, and dead wolves in the forest. Why does his youthful body carry a grotesque canvas of scars like they tell a gruesome past? Why do his eyes carry a heavy burden that’s too young for a human? Or is he a human in the first place? Soon, he would learn that Atlas carries heavy, dark secrets, where Sebastian had to look for an answer in Atlas’s past and must decide if he’s worth forgiving and protecting. ***
gong/seme/top protagonist x shou 
Sebastian x Atlas 
Additionally tags: dark, mysterious, BL, age-difference, thriller, psychological, supernatural creatures, slow romance, murder, dub-con, tragic past, comedy, and horror (I don’t own the picture on the cover.)

Zaiyila thought she had suffered enough—betrayed by her own mother and sold into marriage with a wealthy, aging man. But on the night of her pre-wedding ceremony, everything takes a dark and unexpected turn. A swarm of deadly snakes descends upon the gathering, killing her groom-to-be and throwing the hall into chaos. Fear spreads as the people recognize the serpents as the servants of the enigmatic and terrifying Snake King, Everett. When Everett himself arrives—a striking, horned man of unmatched beauty and power—Zaiyila finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot explain. Despite the fear he inspires in others, she feels an unshakable connection to him, one that transcends the realm of logic. The moment she defies the fearful kneeling of the crowd, she unknowingly seals her fate. Taken into Everett’s domain, Zaiyila is forced to confront not only the dangerous, supernatural world she’s been thrust into but also the awakening desires she cannot deny. As she unravels the truth about her past and her connection to the Snake King, she must decide—will she resist the pull of destiny, or will she embrace the darkness and passion that Everett offers? A tale of betrayal, power, and an irresistible bond, Bride of the Serpent King explores the fine line between fear and desire, fate and choice. ---

Betrayed. Hunted. Exiled. Once the crown prince of Valoria, Raiden Valorian had everything—power, loyalty, and a kingdom destined to be his. But in one fateful night, his throne was stolen, his father slain, and his people left to suffer under the rule of a tyrant. Now, stripped of his title and forced into the shadows, Raiden has nothing… except a dream. With only a handful of loyal followers and a mind sharpened by vengeance, he sets out to carve his own path—not to reclaim what was lost, but to build something greater. A kingdom that will never fall. A legacy that will shake the world. But power is never given; it is taken. To rise, Raiden must navigate a treacherous world of warlords, rival factions, and ancient forces that seek to control destiny itself. Every decision will test his will—should he rule with wisdom or fear? Forge alliances or crush his enemies? Become a just king… or a conqueror feared by all? One thing is certain—those who betrayed him will kneel, or they will burn. For fans of epic fantasy, kingdom-building, and ruthless strategy. A tale of ambition, power, and the price of forging an empire.

"I hate my old world. No matter where I turned, misfortune followed me like a curse. In this world, I will be free. I’ll rise to the top and enjoy life with beauties... but to do so, I must destroy everything that stands in my way." Ryan was a simple construction worker, trapped in a boring routine, weighed down by gambling and loss. Until one day, his life ended when a rogue steel pole crashed into him—right in the middle of his important gacha pull. Everything went dark… and then bright again. He found himself face-to-face with a goddess. Seraphina, the Goddess of Life, stood before him with an air of indifference. "Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could explain your life and death, but I can’t be bothered. I’m Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be a hero... whatever." Ryan lashed out. "What kind of shitty goddess are you? I don’t want to be a hero!" "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Seraphina’s fury was palpable. She had never been spoken to like this before. Ryan scanned the endless white room, muttering, "So, I’m dead, huh? This is a new world… First thing, get strong. And maybe get some beauties..." "Listen, we’re not done talking—" the goddess started, but Ryan cut her off. "Shut the f**k up! I’m thinking here!" He was beyond thrilled to escape his miserable old life. This felt like a second chance. "Hero? F**k that! Make me a villain," Ryan growled. "Give me powers like in those anime shows! I want to burn the world down and make them kneel to me!" The goddess paused, clearly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, sending a flash of light toward him. Unseen by her, a shadowy presence entered with the light. "I shall grant you one wish," the goddess muttered bitterly. "Name it, and it will be done." Ryan’s eyes gleamed. "Anything?" His grin widened. "Make me someone who can f**k countless women and have a hundred wives. And you..." He leered at her, "You’ll be my first." Before Seraphina could react, a system window appeared before Ryan’s eyes, glowing crimson. [Welcome Ryan Wood] [You are reading a message from the system of the chosen ones] [You are offered to become the Harem God] [Will you accept your fate?] [Yes/No] Ryan’s excitement surged. "F**K YES! I ACCEPT! GIVE ME THIS POWER!" Follow Ryan on his journey to becoming the true Evil Harem God. He’ll conquer beauties, battle enemies, and reshape the world in his image. In a world where only the strong survive, Ryan will stop at nothing to become the ultimate villain—the man who controls all the women and rules over all. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● The MC? He’s evil, ruthless, and sure as hell not a coward. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Bonus tags(Netori; OP; MILF; Monster Girls; Large Harem) Discord server: https://discord.gg/wNf3hqnU4z

In the far reaches of the world, past the scorched ridges and withered bones of civilization, lies Grainshell Hollow, a forgotten village in the Desolate Zone—so far removed from cultivation’s reach that even the wind carries no spirit. Here, life is quiet and brutal. Survival is earned, not promised. Among the drifting ashes and dying roots, a boy is born—small, observant, and eerily silent. His name, like his future, is not remembered by the heavens. One dusk, drawn by an unnatural silence and a flicker of something wrong, he discovers an ancient relic buried beneath the village shrine—a fractured, half-buried fang of something too old to name. It breathes when he touches it. Whispers crawl into his ears. From that moment on, his dreams rot and bleed with visions of storms that devour stars, gods kneeling in smoke, and swords that cry. The villagers begin to vanish. Animals flee before unseen tremors. The sky grows heavy with flickers that move against the sun. The thing in the relic is awakening—so is something older, deeper, watching through the bones of the land. Without cultivation manuals, without sects, without divine bloodlines, the boy must piece together his own path—through instinct, memory, and the broken remnants of a world that abandoned his people. He carves power from stone, learns to move with silence, to cut with weight, and to channel the relic’s breath into his limbs. Every gain costs something—sanity, warmth, connection—but he endures. As the world spirals toward what the old hunters call the Chaos Stage, a time when even gods bleed and stars fall like rain, the boy refuses to run. Instead, he chooses to rebuild—his home, his people, and the land itself. With relic-forged instincts and a blade that does not obey natural law, he leads the remnants of Grainshell against nameless forces that devour truth and corrupt breath. But even as he grows, questions remain. What is the relic truly? Why was it hidden in a place no cultivator remembers? And why do the dead bow to him, even when he has no cultivation name? To survive is not enough. To fight is not enough. He must raise a village that can stand among gods—and spit in their storms. And in the end… how do people call themselves swordsmen, if they do not yield a living, breathing sword?

There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws

Title: "The Forgotten Heiress: Rules of Rebirth" When Sang Ning blinked awake in a rural farmhouse, the 21st century gained its most anachronistic socialite. The former crown jewel of Ming Dynasty aristocracy—trained from birth to command households and outmaneuver concubines—now found herself reborn as Nan Group's long-lost heiress. Her "sister"? A champagne-drenched fraud waving a Stanford diploma. "Your honors thesis plagiarizes 14th-century embroidery manuals," Sang Ning remarked over afternoon tea, her hanfu sleeves fluttering like war banners. The Nans soon learned bloodlines matter: This "peasant girl" restored ancestral shrines in a week, turned board meetings into imperial courts, and made their five-star chefs kneel when serving shark fin soup. Meanwhile, Beijing's most notorious heir was breaking his own rules. Jason He, whose Lamborghini collisions made tabloid gold, found himself obsessed with teaching modern customs to the time-traveling noblewoman: "Handshakes require... seven seconds of eye contact." His thumb stroked her pulse point. "Corporate dinners mandate... partner dancing." His grip slid lower at the waltz's crescendo. When she pressed a jade hairpin to his throat after an attempted goodnight kiss, the billionaire playboy grinned through bleeding lips: "Careful, princess. In this era, drawing blood means signing marriage contracts." In a world of silicon valley and silicon fillers, a queen from China's golden age is rewriting the rules of power—and passion.