Shinji Chair Meme

Renji was nothing special. No wealth, no fame, no grand ambitions—just a 23-year-old gamer wasting his days in a cluttered apartment, escaping reality through the immersive world of Eternal Realms. In the game, he was powerful, respected, a leader—the elven king, commanding armies and shaping the fate of kingdoms. But outside the screen, he was just another nobody. That all changed the moment his world shattered. What started as a routine gaming session took a terrifying turn when his screen flickered, reality twisted, and an unnatural force yanked him from his chair. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his apartment anymore. He was in a world of towering forests and ancient magic. He was wearing regal robes, a golden crown resting atop his head. And before him stood four elven women, their expressions filled with reverence and concern. They called him King. Memories not his own flooded his mind—battles, alliances, the weight of a kingdom’s future resting on his shoulders. It wasn’t just a game anymore. This was real. And the fate of the elven race now depended on him. But Renji wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a warrior. He was just a gamer who had no idea how to rule a kingdom, let alone survive in a world teetering on the brink of war. But Just as he was pondering on it a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Shen Mu transmigrates into a cultivation world—only to find he’s just a mortal carpenter. No spiritual roots, no system, just a woodshop in the mountains. Resigned to a simple life, he crafts furniture to make a living. But unknowingly, every chair, table, and carving he makes bends the laws of reality. His discarded scraps become divine treasures. His casually built chairs radiate profound Dao. And now, celestial beings and powerful sects are desperate to meet the hidden expert behind these world-shaking artifacts. Meanwhile, Shen Mu just thinks they're very enthusiastic customers… Thus begins the legend of the Mortal Craftsman Who Shapes the Dao—a man who rewrites the heavens, one wooden stool at a time.

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Have you ever been forced to work with someone who makes your skin crawl? That one person who chews too loudly, breathes too close, or just exists in a way that irritates your soul? Congratulations—you’re about to learn the fine art of not losing your mind while dealing with them. Sleeping with the Enemy: The Awkward Art of Working with People You Can’t Stand is a hilarious, painfully relatable guide to turning conflict into collaboration (without throwing a chair). Through real-life stories, unexpected humor, and moments of pure chaos, this book walks you through the rollercoaster of engaging with your so-called "enemy"—whether it's a coworker, classmate, or that one neighbor who always parks in your spot. From awkward first interactions to shocking moments of teamwork, you’ll discover how even the most unbearable partnerships can lead to surprising (and sometimes hilarious) results. Because, like it or not, life doesn’t always let you choose your allies—but it does give you the chance to turn enemies into the best teammates you never saw coming. Perfect for anyone who has ever sighed deeply before a meeting, debated sending that passive-aggressive email, or wondered if faking an illness was an acceptable escape plan.

I dare you to read this, read this if you can Derek is a man with less talent than others. One incident made him find himself in another world. In this other world, he was asked to become the spearhead against the eternal evil king who terrorized the world. Derek didn't like working with other people. In his previous world, Derek was forced to follow social rules and seek education, work, and so on. In this world, Derek just wanted to laid back life, eat delicious food and having fun until he die Armed with the skill [Hyper Adaptation] and [1000 Times Experience], He believes he can make the rest of the world into his lazy chair but first of all, let's run from everyone !

Le corps d'une sirène est un coffre de trésors. Leurs larmes forment les plus splendides des perles, leur sang exquis est une drogue euphorique pour les vampires, leurs cheveux luxuriants sont tissés en la plus fine des soies, et leur chair tendre est recherchée par les loups-garous plus que l'ambroisie du Ciel. Les créatures de la nuit se mêlent à la société humaine, vêtues de laine d'aristocratie, voilées dans leur innocence et leur noblesse apparentes, leur sauvagerie continuant de s'en prendre aux faibles et sans défense. Genevieve Barlow, Eve en abrégé, était une jeune femme exceptionnellement étrange. Elle avait une nature séduisante et ensorcelante, où à ses vingt-quatre ans, elle avait à peine changé d'apparence depuis son dix-huitième anniversaire. Elle avait trompé l'administration et obtenu un diplôme afin de pouvoir avoir une vie meilleure. Plus étrange encore, Eve avait un secret qu'elle ne partageait avec personne. Elle entre dans la maison de Moriarty, non seulement pour gagner sa vie, mais aussi pour trouver des réponses sur ce qui est arrivé à sa mère il y a près de deux décennies. Malheureusement, les choses ne se déroulent pas toujours comme prévu. Malgré sa nature prudente et son désir de rester invisible, une paire d'yeux froids tombe sur elle, refusant bientôt de la perdre de vue.

Soudain se retrouvant dans un cadre rural, Lin Caisang devint la célèbre "Étoile de Richesse et d'Honneur" du village. Entourée de parents uniques, ils la traitaient comme si elle était un panda rare — tenue précieusement dans leurs paumes de peur qu'elle ne tombe et délicatement gardée dans leur bouche de peur qu'elle ne se dissolve. Rencontrez les parents exceptionnels: Le Père Colosse, qui déclarait, "Vous voulez que Sangsang se marie ? Vous devrez d'abord me surpasser." La Mère Avare, demandant, "Pourquoi aurait-elle besoin d'un mari ? Elle peut avoir toute la bonne nourriture et une vie insouciante avec moi !" Le Grand-père Rusé, suggérant, "Les filles ne devraient pas avoir à faire le travail sale et fatigant. Vite, appelle ton frère !" La Grand-mère Majestueuse, proclamant avec force, "Qui ose intimider Sangsang ? Qu'ils affrontent un combat à mort avec moi !" Le Frère Protecteur, assurant, "Petite sœur, toute la bonne nourriture est pour toi. Je n'ai pas faim !" Tenant sa chair flasque, Lin Caisang pleurait sans larmes : "Laissez-moi partir ! Je dois perdre du poids !" Pendant ce temps, l'homme d'à côté, d'une beauté saisissante et glacial, non seulement la protégeait et la gâtait en secret, mais avait aussi une identité pas si simple.....

``` # VIE DE FAMILLE Su Xiaoxiao faisait la sieste mais a ouvert les yeux pour découvrir qu'elle avait été transmigrée et se trouvait maintenant dans le corps d'une fille bien en chair. D'une docteure militaire distinguée, elle était devenue une gourmande et une paresseuse. De plus, elle terrorisait souvent les gens du village en compagnie de son père et de son frère. C'était pourquoi personne aux alentours ne voulait l'épouser. Bien que sa famille soit parvenue à arranger un mariage avec une famille illustre, le marié s'est enfui le jour du mariage. Quand son père a dit qu'il lui attraperait un mari, elle ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'il le fasse littéralement en capturant Wei Ting avec un sac après qu'il eut été épuisé de combattre des brigands. Su Cheng souriait mystérieusement à sa fille. "Papa a une bonne et une mauvaise nouvelle. Laquelle veux-tu entendre en premier ?" "L'une ou l'autre." "J'ai capturé un mari pour toi. Il est cent fois plus beau que He Tongsheng ! Tu vas définitivement l'aimer !" "Alors, c'est quoi la bonne nouvelle ?" demanda-t-elle dans un état second. Su Cheng décida de se laisser porter par le courant et changea ses mots. "La bonne nouvelle c'est que tu n'as plus besoin de donner naissance ! Mon gendre nous a déjà donné des enfants !" Après s'être mariée, Su Xiaoxiao menait une vie trépidante à réformer son père gangster et son frère cadet pour le mieux, à sauver la vie de son époux magnifique, et à élever ses trois canailles... En outre, elle devint inopinément l'une des dames les plus puissantes de la dynastie Yan ! ```

Shinji and Yumi are a married couple bound by a love so deep that they would die for each other. Their bond transcends mere devotion—Shinji is Yumi’s entire world, his everything, his salvation. In this Omegaverse, Shinji is a powerful Alpha, unwavering and dominant, while Yumi is a delicate Omega, fragile yet filled with a love so pure it consumes him. Shinji, the older by two years, is tall, lean, and undeniably manly. His sharp features, strong jawline, and deep crimson eyes make him a striking figure, commanding attention wherever he goes. Though his white hair is short and neat, there’s an untamed wildness in his aura—a presence that exudes strength and unwavering confidence. His teasing nature often hides the depth of his affection, but there is nothing in this world he treasures more than Yumi. To him, Yumi is his greatest love, his most precious bond, the one thing he would destroy the world to protect. Yumi, on the other hand, is the complete opposite—soft, delicate, and utterly devoted to Shinji. Once haunted by a past filled with pain, Yumi was lost in a world of loneliness, a fragile soul with nowhere to belong. But then he met Shinji, and everything changed. Shinji became his light, his savior, the reason he could finally forget the past and embrace happiness. To him, Shinji is not just his mate—he is his entire universe, the one existence that truly matters. Blessed with the ability to shapeshift, Yumi chose to remain in the form that Shinji adored most—a small, doll-like figure with delicate curves and long, flowing white hair that matched Shinji’s own. His bright blue eyes shimmer with innocence and devotion, a stark contrast to the darkness he once endured. At 4’8”, Yumi is significantly smaller than Shinji, his petite frame only emphasizing the deep contrast between them. Often clad in soft, feminine clothing—cropped tops, shorts, and flowing fabrics that highlight his delicate beauty—he exudes an ethereal, almost otherworldly charm. Their days are filled with endless teasing, passionate kisses, and moments of pure devotion. Shinji never misses a chance to fluster Yumi, delighting in the way his Omega blushes and hides behind his long hair. But no matter how much he teases, his love is unwavering, unshakable. To Shinji, Yumi is everything—his mate, his purpose, his reason to fight. And to Yumi, Shinji is not just his husband, not just his Alpha, but his omniverse—the beginning and the end of his existence, the one who saved him, loved him, and gave him a home.

This Novel is about a man named Shinji Tasuki who died in tagic accident and reincarnated in another world as a beast kin. He will try hard to become stronger. what will he do? He will face stronger opponents? maybe some mysteries? who knows? let's find out!!

"You are.....a mystery, unreadable"she says, daring him with her eyes" you don't scare me Vic" He chuckles coldly, playing with the glass of whiskey in his hand ... "Mi belle, your eyes tell a different story " She huffs angrily " your father fucked you up so much that you feel like everyone is out to get you ...." "Don't mention that man in my presence" he roars pushing back his chair. And there it is, the lion hidden in his eyes. Only the cold bastard that gave him life can unleash the beast within him.... A deadly game of fate and bonds, a young man's desire to quench an inner thirst , it's root course is a mystery that has consumed him for as long as he can remember.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

A guy has his choice of any female he wants, but there is only one he wants.... his waifu! Full of lewd, perverted humour, painfully awkward moments, and a barrage of cringey memes, fourth-wall breaks, and pop culture references.

Eric Langley, an eighteen-year-old boy whose parents passed away three years ago, had no known relatives and was left to fend for himself. To support himself, he worked in a bakery, using his earnings to cover his daily needs and indulge in his favorite pastime—reading chapters of the novel "Humanity's Strongest Mage," which had recently gone on hiatus. Eric had a love-hate relationship with the novel. While he was captivated by its world, he despised the Protagonist, Alex Whiteheart. Alex had it all from the start: strength, fame, money, and of course, a harem. He never faced any real challenges, effortlessly overcoming every obstacle, which made the story lack something Eric craved....... Chaos. One evening, while taking a walk with his headphones on, Eric was lost in thought. The music drowned out the world around him, and he failed to notice a car losing control and speeding toward him. The last thing he heard was a screech before everything went dark. When Eric woke up, memories flooded his mind, and he quickly realized something was wrong. He wasn't in his own world anymore; he had somehow ended up in the world of "Humanity's Strongest Mage." To his shock, he found himself in the body of Arin Vale, an insignificant character never mentioned in the novel—a true extra. Now, armed with the knowledge of future events and driven by a desire for chaos, Arin had one goal: to disrupt the smooth journey of Alex Whiteheart, the Protagonist. He was determined to introduce Chaos into the story, making it far more interesting than it ever was, and in the process, he'll also find out that there's more to his character than just being an Extra. Let the Chaos begin! [Please, read up to 30 chapters before deciding. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you!!] Note: 1) 104 chapters are free! 2) The memories of the body the MC reincarnated into are very important to the story, so they won't be revealed early. 3) The novel starts off slow, but the pace picks up as it progresses. 4) The MC might act like he doesn't care about any other person, and only wants to use them, but that'll change in the long run. Character development will do its job. [WEEKLY GOALS] 100 Power Stones: 1 Extra Chapter 200 Power Stones: 2 Extra Chapters 300 Power Stones: 3 Extra Chapters 20 Golden Tickets: 1 Extra Chapter 45 Golden Tickets: 3 Extra Chapters Massage Chair: 2 Extra Chapters Luxury Car: 3 Extra Chapters Magic Castle: 15 Extra Chapters! [Please support this novel with power stones and comments. It'll motivate me a lot, thank you!!] Check out my other novels: Reincarnated With A Revenge System Elemental Vampire Join The Discord Server: https://discord.gg/DZC8vBV2

>> Dark Forest Rapocalypse Meme Manual > When you mix Animal Planet + 8 Mile + Black Mirror in a witch's cauldron, then sprinkle Bitcoin mining residue – congrats, you've brewed this hellish allegory stew!

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

After a failed career move and a desperate need for a fresh start, Lena Carter moves into Oakwood Apartments—an old, quiet building on the edge of the city. The rent is cheap, the neighbors keep to themselves, and everything seems normal. Until she meets Damien Hale, the enigmatic tenant in the apartment above hers. Damien is strange, intense, and knows far too much about Oakwood’s secrets. Secrets like Apartment 3B, which has been empty for months—despite Lena hearing noises from inside. Secrets like the mysterious disappearance of Ryan Thomas, the last person to live there. Then one night, Damien gives her a key. To Apartment 3B. Inside, Lena finds more than just dust and forgotten walls. She finds footsteps that don’t belong to her. A chair that vanishes when she looks away. And whispers in the dark that seem to know her name. Now, trapped between paranoia and reality, Lena realizes she’s caught in something far more dangerous than she ever imagined. And Damien? He isn’t just a neighbor. He’s the only one who can help her survive. But only if she follows the rules. And rule number three is the one she’s already broken: If you ever find a door open when you know you closed it—don’t go inside. PS: it's parentally suggested cause it is really psychologically dark so read at your own mental risk muaaah :)

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

A jolt of raw energy. A programmer's mind, accustomed to the elegant logic of code, explodes into a whirlwind of unfamiliar sensations. He awakens, not in his chair bathed in monitor light, but in a body far from home. This is Abel, a man of limited of talent, yearning to become the most powerful. But fate, it seems, has a different script in mind. The programmer, trapped within Abel, discovers a strange anomaly – his coding knowledge translates into a bizarre form of magic. With a whispered command, he can craft enchanted items with unimaginable properties. A simple pebble becomes a conduit for potent spells, rivaling the most powerful incantations. He can even weave lines of code to breathe life into beings of unparalleled intelligence, defying the very fabric of this magical realm. However, this newfound power comes at a cost. The world bristles with dangers, both natural and man-made. Abel, now burdened with the programmer's knowledge and a yearning for a life he can never reclaim, must navigate this treacherous landscape. Can a man of logic survive in a world fueled by Qi? Will Abel, wielding his unorthodox magic, unravel the mysteries of his transmigration and carve his own destiny? [my first book btw]

"Who here hasn't answered yet?" the teacher smiles crookedly, lounging languidly on his chair. "Oh yeah, how could I forget about you? Ms. Martin, to the blackboard!" "How you've fucked me up, Mr. Gilbert!", I lazily rise from my seat, casting an irritated glance at him. "In every sense of the word!"

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

After reincarnating eight times unsuccessfully due to a glitch in the netherworld, Jia Hao finally reincarnated in the world of Urban Fantasy, an eroge game that he played before. However, he realized the game was currently in the bad ending mode and he is powerless like a side character without any game system. Skinny dude who blackmails girls? Check! Fat Ugly Uncle who lusts after women? Check! Blonde haired delinquent whose eyes are covered with bangs? Check! As Jia Hao was wrecking his brain to how to change the plot, he found a mysterious pot that can take him into an ancient world, and the items he brought from the modern world transformed into heavenly treasures! " Now, you dare to gaze at my women? My dear wives! Beat him to death!" Jia Hao ordered as he leaned back on the chair like a salted fish.

{WSA ENTRY 2025} After a well-lived life on Earth, Kael never expected anything more than death and the sweet embrace of sleep and darkness. But fate had other plans. He was reborn in another world similar to Earth, where he grew up until he was ten, at which point his memories from his past life were reawakened. He was an old man trapped in a boy's body, but the mixture of the child's memories with his own made him feel more middle-aged than old. A few days later, the world he was in ascended into the realm of war, the battleground of all living beings. Kael was among the few awakened who had the chance to become the ultimate god of existence, based on the orbs of different paths presented before him. Kael was faced with three choices: Orb of Chaos Orb of Nothingness Orb of Void (Choosing any will make you undergo a trial that will change your very existence. Please choose wisely.) While in shock by these options and seriously pondering which one to choose, an unexpected event occurred. (Error detected... A new option has been created) (Be the wielder of the three — Chaos, Void, and Nothingness) (Answer picked by host, transporting...) Kael was in shock as he fell into darkness, with one swirling thought in his mind: "I didn't even pick any." ps: 100 power stones —2 extra chapters 500 power stones —6 extra chapter A castle —7 extra chapters A massage chair —4 extra chapters a space ship—14 massive update the extra chapters will be uploaded over the weekend following Gmt +1 time. once this novel gets 500 top fans a standard update schedule will be created with two daily chapters.

"Have the President fall in love with you or die." The last thing Ariel expected after a weekend of binge reading was to be transmigrated into the same novel as the evil secretary who was bound to be eliminated. "It's okay, I can just disappear from the main story line and live a peaceful life." However her hopes were shattered when a system barged into her mind and pushed her to fulfil the dead secretary wishes. The top one, capture the male lead. As she saw the formidable man sitting in his office chair with leisure, the full time student Ariel who never had an experience wirh boys thought with dismay. 'This is going to be a difficult task.' However, it was this or death So she plunged into the journey of seducing the male lead, unaware that once she gained his attention no one would be able to save her from his clutches. ..... Transmigration. System. Multiple Love Interests with a focus on the alpha lead. Possessive, alpha Male Lead and lots of face slapping. Fast-paced.

The world has plunged into an apocalypse, and humans have shrunk in size. Houses now resemble towering skyscrapers, tables and chairs seem like massive structures, c*ckroaches are like speedy sports cars, and mice appear as gigantic beasts. Industries have collapsed, and agriculture lies abandoned. The question arises: can civilization endure, and can humanity reclaim its position at the top of the food chain? Survival, exploration, hunting, construction, farming, and the quest for dominance ensue. Chen Mu wakes up in the classroom, picking up a half-broken staple from the ground, gazing at this vast new world…

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?