Diablos Bloodbath

[Warning: Mature content, R-18, Sexually explicit content. 100 Chapters done.] LISTEN UP, YOU THIRSTY DEGENERATES! YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS SH*T? Forget all that watered-down, fairy-tale bullsht you’ve been spoon-fed. You still here? Well, guess what—you’re about to step into a world where the only rule is to fck sht up and survive. You got demons crawling out of hell and humans so degenerates, they’d trade their own mother for a shot at power. This ain’t no noble quest, it’s a f*cking bloodbath—and you better be ready to get drenched in it. Here’s what you’re about to dive into: • Demons so fine seductive they’ll make you forget what’s right or wrong—who cares when evil looks this damn sexy? • Humans? Hah! They’re more fcked up than the demons! You think they’re the good guys? Guess again, dipsh*t. They’re here to carve out their own slice of hell, and they don’t care whose throat they gotta slit to do it. • Battles so savage, you’ll be choking on blood—if you’re lucky. If you ain’t? You’ll be crawling through the mud, beggin’ for someone to finish you off. Spoiler: They won’t. • Lust? This ain’t romance, you dumb fck. This is raw, filthy, boner-breaking need. Warriors in the heat of battle, ready to fck or kill, sometimes both. And trust me, they don’t care if you watch. "Holy sh*t, I don’t know who’s worse—the demons or the humans!" — Some pervert who thought he was ready for this trash fire. THINK THAT’S IT? HELL NO, YOU DIRTY BASTARD! • Twists so fcking brutal they’ll rip your soul out and use it for target practice. • Choices so fcked up you’ll wish you never had to make ‘em—but guess what? Nobody cares what you wish for, bitch. • A world so black, so hopeless, even the demons are lookin’ for an exit—and there ain’t one, motherf*cker. FINAL WARNING: This ain’t a story for the weak, the clean, or the sane. We got gut-wrenching violence, straight-up vulgar dirty f*cking, and choices that’ll make you puke. If you ain’t down to get your soul violated, turn around and get the f*ck out. This is the point of no return. #DemonsWantBloodAndAss #WuxiaWithZeroF*cks #MoralityIsForTheDead #ThisIsYourNewHell Disclaimer: This story will ruin you. Side effects include sleepless nights, uncontrolled boners, and the overwhelming urge to f*ck, fight, and die all at once. Proceed if you got the balls for it—or not. Cover Art AI Generated.

As soon as Rong Yan entered the book, it was a bloodbath. Faced with a deathly hellish start. She ended up with Liu family's slacker gang. And the people coming to catch the cheaters were just a few minutes away. One step forward, an abyss; one step back, into the dragon's den. Rong Yan: Wow, this is thrilling! *** Fortunately, she has a space with trillions of resources, otherwise, this house would be empty. She genuinely felt like she could die on the spot. But what's with the control group? Her man is a cannon-fodder unlucky chap? Her brother-in-law and sister-in-law's fate is extremely tragic? Is she that doomed original match where the more miserable she is, the better off the female protagonist? Well, go to hell! Kicking those bloodsucking relatives, punching those scoundrels... Qin Ye stops her: "Wife, let me handle this." Rong Yan: ... Can I still get a divorce? Qin Ye's cold laugh: "Only widowhood, don't think about divorce."

Me reencarné en otro mundo y traje conmigo el Cubo Horádrico de Diablo II. Ser caballero está bien y todo eso, pero ser mago también es bastante interesante. Entonces, ¿cuál será?

—¡Venganza! —Eso era lo único en su mente cuando su esposo le fue infiel con su hermanastra. Evangeline Estrella de Medianoche juró vengarse de su esposo y de su hermana después de que su marido la desechó como un juguete roto que ya no necesitaba. Pero para eso, tenía que ser fuerte de nuevo. Tenía que sacar sus garras y luchar hasta que fuera lo suficientemente fuerte para protegerse a sí misma. Y para eso, estaba lista para tratar con el diablo. Damien Alancaster, el diablo del imperio, la bestia del norte, el demonio que bebe sangre. Él era el único que podía salvarla. Pero, ¿quién la salvaría de él? —Estamos solo en un matrimonio de contrato. Quiero mantener las cosas de manera profesional —dijo ella dando un paso atrás, buscando los papeles que habían firmado aquella fatídica noche. Él sonrió con suficiencia, dando un paso hacia adelante y apoyándose en su espalda, besando sus orejas cuando ella tembló, —Como los papeles del contrato han desaparecido, ya no queda más contrato, solo matrimonio. ¿Verdad, querida? Nota: la portada está diseñada por Dixerqua, un compañero autor de Webnovel.

Connor McDonald trabajaba a tiempo parcial repartiendo comida. Un día, tuvo que llevar comida a un hotel tristemente célebre por ser un hotel sexual. Cuando la puerta de la habitación se abrió, no pudo creer sus ojos. Su novia estaba medio desnuda, abrazada a un niño rico de su clase. —Bueno, ahora que lo has descubierto, supongo que es hora de que lo sepas —se burló el niño rico—. Tu novia está saliendo conmigo ahora. —Connor, olvídate de mí. Eres huérfano y no tienes dinero. Incluso si repartes comida por el resto de tu vida, no hay forma de que puedas competir con él. No eres lo suficientemente bueno para mí. Terminemos —dijo su novia. Connor estaba completamente atónito, preguntándose por qué Dios impediría a la gente pobre tener una relación normal. Justo cuando se sumía en el dolor, su teléfono sonó de repente. Recibió un mensaje de texto interesante. [Has recibido 1,000,000,000.00 dólares en tu cuenta.] —¿Qué diablos? —exclamó Connor—. ¿Quién demonios me acaba de transferir 1 mil millones de dólares?

``` [ Libro 1: Completado ] Tristan Davis, el CEO playboy de Heavenly Star Enterprize, fue forzado a casarse con CUALQUIER MUJER en un mes, o de lo contrario... su glamoroso título y posición le serían quitados. ¡NOOOOO! ¿Cómo podría seducir a esas hermosas mujeres si se volviera pobre y dejara de ser un CEO? Está bien, encontrará una mujer y se casará con ella para complacer a su exigente abuelo. ¿Qué importa si es una extraña mujer rara que conoció en la montaña mientras acampaba? ¿Cierto? Espera... ¿Qué!? ¿Ella NO ES HUMANA? ¿Es la hija del dios demonio? ¿Dijiste... DEMONIO? Pero ella luce tan angelical, hermosa e inocente. Tristan ni siquiera podía mirar a otras mujeres después de que esta hija del dios demonio se convirtiera en su esposa. Ja. Bien podría mantenerla cerca ya que a abuelo parece gustarle mucho. ============ Zhen-Zhen, quien tenía la sangre del dios demonio, era el objetivo de los guerreros guardianes. Desde que era niña intentaron matarla muchas veces pero fracasaron. Sin otra opción restante, la sellaron en la Montaña Divina. Pero después de 100 años, su sello se rompió accidentalmente y así, su Protector encontró la oportunidad de enviarla a otro mundo habitado por humanos puramente ordinarios - sin seres sobrenaturales y sin poderes mágicos. En este nuevo mundo, conoció al Travieso y Guapo CEO, quien le propuso matrimonio en su primer encuentro. Pero espera... ¿Matrimonio? ¿Convertirse en su Esposa? ¿Qué significa convertirse en Esposa? Aunque la hija del dios demonio no tenía ni idea de lo que significaba ser esposa, ¡aceptó su propuesta emocionada! ¡"Sí! ¡Quiero ser tu esposa!" ============ *** Extracto *** —Zhen-Zhen: "Tristan, ¿por qué te ríes aunque estés triste? Puedo sentirlo. Estás dolido, ahora mismo." Aun en su estado de ebriedad, Tristan pudo asimilar sus palabras. —Tristan: "Oye, mi Zhen-Zhen. Serás mi esposa, ¿verdad?" —Zhen-Zhen: "Sí..." —Tristan: "Entonces... hazme feliz. Acércate... y bésame." Ella se inclinó hacia Tristan mientras presionaba sus delicados y calientes labios en sus fríos labios. —Zhen-Zhen: "¿Estás feliz ahora, Tristan?" Tristan negó con la cabeza y puso pucheros. —¡No! Zhen-Zhen, eso no puede considerarse un beso. Solo presionaste tus labios contra los míos." Se quejó a ella con exasperación. "Ven aquí, ¡te enseñaré!" Tristan sostuvo su cara y luego comenzó a besarla apasionadamente. Tristan acercó su cabeza mientras profundizaba el beso. Después de unos segundos, Zhen-Zhen respondió y devolvió su beso con igual intensidad que la de él. 'Diablos, es una aprendiz rápida.' ========= [ HOT+Funny+Fluffy+Mature ]~ Esta es una historia de la hija del dios demonio y un travieso y guapo CEO... ======= Premio de Este Libro: WPC #133 Nivel Oro - ¡No Humanos Permitidos! Protagonista Femenina Apoyo a la Autora: Únete al Servidor de Discord de la Autora: https://discord.gg/D44M6DYW2G Envíame un mensaje privado en Discord: ellezar_g#1010 Otro Libro de la Autora: 1. La Asesina Diabólica Conoce al Detective Angélico Volúmen I: Encuentro Predestinado (Capítulo 1-275) Completado Volúmen II: Sus Caminos se Cruzan de Nuevo (Capítulo 276-530) Completado 2. Amor Prohibido: Seducción de un Ángel 3. Amantes de la Luna: Unidos por la Sangre y la Venganza La obra de arte/ilustración/foto es generada por IA por la Autora ```

``` La historia de un hombre que trae la muerte y una chica que la niega. ---- En la montaña embrujada del reino, dicen que vivía una bruja. Ella nació princesa. Pero incluso antes de su nacimiento, el sacerdote la declaró maldita y exigió su muerte. Envenenaron a la madre para matar al bebé antes de que diese a luz, pero el bebé nació de la madre muerta —una niña maldita. Una y otra vez, intentaron matar al bebé pero ella milagrosamente sobrevivió cada intento. Dándose por vencidos, la abandonaron en la montaña embrujada para que muriera pero ella aún sobrevivió en esa tierra estéril —una bruja. —¿Por qué no muere? Años más tarde, la gente finalmente se hartó de la bruja y decidió quemar la montaña. Pero el Diablo llegó en su rescate y la llevó consigo de aquel lugar en llamas, porque morir no era su destino ni siquiera entonces. Draven Amaris. El Dragón Negro, que gobernaba sobre los seres sobrenaturales, el Diablo con quien nadie deseaba cruzarse en su camino. Odiaba a los humanos pero esta determinada chica humana lo atraía hacia ella cada vez que estaba en peligro. —¿Es realmente humana? Él se llevó a la humana con él y nombró a esta misteriosamente tenaz chica “Ember”, un pedazo de carbón ardiente en un fuego moribundo. Un alma manchada de venganza y la oscuridad del infierno, se levantaría de las cenizas y cumpliría su revancha. ------ Este es el segundo libro de la serie de Los Diablos y Las Brujas. El primer libro es - La hija de la bruja y el hijo del diablo. Ambos libros están conectados entre sí, pero puedes leerlos de manera independiente. ```

Él se enamoró de sus raros ojos morados. Luego, pensó en tenerla por completo. —— Esa noche, la delicada mujer de ojos morados en vestido de novia estaba sentada en su cama mientras su esposo la observaba con una sonrisa. —Entonces —dijo él con voz maliciosa y magnética—, ¿no puedo ver el rostro de mi esposa ni siquiera en la noche de nuestra boda? —Su Majestad ha prometido cumplir mi único deseo —comentó la mujer, asegurando el velo que cubría la mitad inferior de su rostro con manos ligeramente temblorosas. Él se quedó mirando sus misteriosos y raros ojos morados. —¿Puedo preguntar, por qué tal deseo? Ella lo miró fijamente. —A Su Majestad quizás no le guste ver cosas feas. Él sonrió con suficiencia y se acercó a ella. —Pero, yo nunca tuve inclinación hacia las cosas bonitas. —— Seren, la infame hija de la bruja, y Drayce, el cruel e implacable hijo del Diablo. Nadie había visto nunca su rostro ya que las brujas están destinadas a ser feas, pero él era quien nunca había buscado la belleza. Ella estaba maldita para nunca enamorarse, pero él deseaba ser el único hombre que ella amara. Una princesa maldita casada con el hijo del Diablo para destruir su reino, pero el hijo del Diablo tenía un plan diferente para ella. El secreto de su nacimiento solo se revelará para guiar el camino a desatar los poderes ocultos dentro de ella que nadie puede controlar. Con los peligros ocultos deseando su poder, ¿podrán Drayce y Seren protegerse el uno al otro o será la oscuridad la que los trague a ambos? —— Este es el primer libro de la serie "Diablo y Bruja". Libro uno - La Hija de la Bruja y el Hijo del Diablo. Libro dos - La Bruja Maldita del Diablo. Libro tres - La Prometida del Diablo. Ambos libros están conectados entre sí, pero se pueden leer de forma independiente. —— Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - https://discord.gg/p3Xrs8VbS3 Grupo de FB - mynovel20's novels

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Born from greed and chaos, two demon hatchlings emerged in this world. “Soul Reaper Arcana – Bloodbath!” Several bodies of soldiers simultaneously erupted into pools of blood, while they were still preparing to charge. They could not even do anything to stop it. “Azrahel, how many times have I told you to hold back!” Etheron scolded his twin. “And what are those small squirming bats at your back Etheron?” Azrahel calmly replied, as if feeling nothing that many were killed by him instantly. “Shut up! They alerted us of the attack, remember!” Etheron loved these creatures. “Oh, those small squirming ugly bats?” Azrahel said teasingly. “Enough you two. Etheron, don’t bully or use too much force when fighting. Where are the trees in front of us? And Azrahel, no need for so much blood… Hayss… How many times have I told you? Life is not to be taken lightly…” Vaelros scolded. He will never get used to the powers of these two even after witnessing it several times already. In a place full of magic, pacts, and gods, what will these hatchlings be? Will they be everyone’s ruin or savior? Join Azrahel and Etheron on their journey as they forge alliances with unlikely heroes, uncover buried secrets, and face trials that test the essence of their being.

Unos minutos antes de su boda, Jeslyn descubrió que su futuro esposo solo estaba interesado en los beneficios que obtendría a través del matrimonio con ella. Desconsolada y sintiéndose traicionada, optó por la única opción disponible en ese momento, que era casarse con cualquier hombre que pudiera encontrar en un matrimonio de conveniencia, de lo contrario la fortuna de su familia terminaría en manos de sus enemigos. —Señor, por favor, ¿se casará conmigo?— le preguntó. Era un hombre que había visto entrar al baño del lugar de la boda. —Debe ser uno de los invitados—, pensó. Maverick se sorprendió por esa propuesta. Vio cómo ella se asustaba al girar la cabeza hacia él. Era obvio que tenía miedo de él, pero se compuso y se preparó para sumergirse en el misterio que tenía delante. —Será un matrimonio de conveniencia. Nos divorciaremos después de un año—, escuchó decir a Jeslyn. También necesitaba una mujer para su hijo travieso, por lo que respondió: —Trato hecho.— Sin saberlo, acababa de hacer un trato con el diablo más dulce que podría existir. ... Él es la pesadilla del país M, un lugar donde el mal gobierna. Ella es la pequeña conejita criada con amor y cariño. ¿Lastimar a una mosca? No, ella nunca había hecho eso antes. Sin embargo, obligada a convertirse en la esposa del demonio, no tuvo más remedio que dejar de fingir. ¿Pequeña conejita? ¿Quién dijo que no podía pisotear los dedos de un pianista con sus tacones y fingir que no lo hizo a propósito? ¡Ja, esas celebridades quieren jugar la carta de la pena! ¿Quieren conseguir la simpatía del público? Bueno, ¿por qué la llaman "pequeña conejita"? ¿No es porque era la mejor fingiendo ser linda? ¿Acaso nadie les dijo a estas flores blancas que quieren sumergirse en la cama de su esposo que ella le robó su alma cuando le dio nalgadas a su hijo travieso?

In a world where cultivators reign supreme and power is everything, where the strongest are revered as gods. In this unforgiving world, a child named Diablo is born into an ordinary family, but from the moment he opens his eyes, he is nothing like the beautiful parents who bore him. His appearance, disfigured and unlike theirs, breeds hatred and discrimination. Abandoned by those who should have loved him, Diablo faces unimaginable rejection. Yet, beneath his monstrous exterior lies a talent so powerful it’s never been seen before—a force that could shake the very foundations of the world. Alone, betrayed, and scorned, Diablo’s journey has only just begun. But fate has plans for him, ones that will test not only his strength but his very heart. Can he rise from the ashes of abandonment to become the greatest force the world has ever known? The true monster among monsters is about to awaken.

Montrose City—a metropolis built on crime, where the mafia controls everything from the streets to the police force. Antonio "Nero" Vasquez, the city's most feared and respected mafia boss, rules with an iron grip, ensuring order in a world where chaos thrives. The Blacks dominate the criminal empire, while the Greys, the desperate and the expendable, take on the city's dirtiest work. When Elias "Eli" Mercer, a low-level Grey, is framed for the murder of a made man, he becomes a hunted fugitive caught between two warring mafia families. The Sorvinos want him dead for revenge, while the Riccis see him as the key to tipping the balance of power. With no allies and nowhere to hide, Eli must navigate Montrose’s treacherous underworld, uncover the truth behind his setup, and escape before the city swallows him whole. Meanwhile, Isabella Vasquez, Antonio’s own daughter and a detective in the corrupt Montrose Police Department, fights to maintain a fragile balance between law and the criminal empires that fund the force. As gang wars threaten to erupt and a deadly assassin organization lurks in the shadows, Montrose inches closer to an all-out bloodbath. In a city where loyalty is fleeting and death is inevitable, the only rule is survival.

A man named Garret wakes up to find himself in the back of your basic general goods store. He gets out after dealing with vertigo and a hangover from his drinking party. He had just come back from the front lines of a skirmish with the Terrorist group known as La Muerte de Diablo. His mind was hazy as he couldn't remember why he was there in the store or how he got there. A quick look to his phone revealed it has been 3 days since his last clear memory of the party and he was wondering where everyone was. Signal was gone and no sounds came from the store front despite it being a saturday afternoon. One step outside revealed, "Shit, it's the zombie apocalypse. And why can I see a virtual screen store from games in front of me?" Join Garret as he navigates this new world and what the heck it means to have basic stats and an infinite online store to help him survive. This is a story where it has, No level ups, no skill system, what you know is what you can do, and the store only has so many things you can grab with your points per day. Talk about a stressful survival game come to life. Now this is R18 for blood, violence, gore, sex, a slight harem (gotta repopulate that earth), and all kinds of cool fight scenes from mutant zombies to other skilled survivors who are out for blood. Come take a look!

Un amor condenado desde el principio, una causa perdida, una batalla perdida, y aún así, ninguno de los dos corazones está dispuesto a rendirse hasta el final. Arlan Cromwell, el epítome del perfecto Príncipe Heredero. Todo lo que quiere es vivir una vida normal como un humano pero la vida de un dragón no tiene nada de normal. Solo tiene un objetivo: encontrar a su prometida fugitiva y decapitarla. ¿Qué sucede cuando descubre que la mujer que ha conquistado su corazón es la que juró matar? Oriana, la Herbolario, disfrazándose de hombre, ha pasado toda su vida huyendo sin saber de qué huye. Cuando los misterios de su pasado la atrapan lentamente, no tiene a quién acudir... excepto a Arlan. Pero cuando se entera de que el hombre al que le ha entregado su corazón es el mismo hombre que quiere matarla, ¿cómo puede aceptar la cruel mano que la vida le ha dado? Dos personas con secretos que guardar, identidades que ocultar y respuestas que encontrar. Cuando cierta oscuridad amenaza con llevarse a Oriana, ¿el Dragón podrá proteger a su pareja? Extracto: —Si supiera que eres mi prometida, te habría matado en el mismo momento en que nos conocimos. —¡Si supiera que estaba comprometida contigo, me habría matado antes de que tú me mataras! Sacó una daga y se la ofreció. —No es demasiado tarde. Simplemente corta tu garganta con esto y sangrarás sin dolor. Ella aceptó el cuchillo, sus dedos apretaban con fuerza el mango. Al siguiente momento, él estaba presionado contra la pared y el cuchillo estaba en el lado derecho de su cuello. —¿Qué tal si lo pruebo contigo primero, mi prometido? —Siéntete libre de intentarlo. Pero cuando falles, este cuchillo primero probará la sangre de tu abuelo, luego la tuya. La ira se levantó en sus ojos, y al siguiente momento, la sangre fluyó por el lado derecho de su cuello. Ella cortó lo suficientemente profundo como para cortar un importante vaso sanguíneo. —No deberías haberme desafiado —dijo ella con desdén—. Y se echó hacia atrás, esperando que él colapsara. Simplemente sonrió y pasó su dedo por la profunda herida en su cuello. —Parece que has fallado. Observó cómo la herida de su cuello se curaba por sí sola y se sintió impactada hasta los huesos. —Tú... ¿qué eres? —¿Adivinas?

The Heavenly Sage Xavier who had just defeated the Demon King Diablo unfortunately met his deathbed besides his dead comrades. As his consciousness thought he will go to the heavens, his expectations was crumbled as he realized he was reborn as A baby in some random village and it was 500 years after the war between Humanity and the Demons. What will await his journey?

Zack Willhert was once the strongest warrior to ever walk the Earth, a ranker who had mastered every form of combat. But in the final battle against the Demon Gods—Diablo, Lucifer, and Beelzebub—he fell, his life extinguished in the flames of war. Yet, death was not the end. Reborn on the distant continent of Restria, Zack carries with him the unbroken oath from his past life. Fueled by his vow to defeat the Demon Gods and bring peace to the world, his journey to reclaim his strength begins now. This time, he's more than ready to face the challenges ahead and rise again as the strongest

Este es un mundo "Apocalíptico" el cual esta lleno de vida, aunque una muy distinta a la que muchos desearían y, de hecho, es la razón principal por la cual el mundo se está acabando o, mejor dicho, la única razón por la que la vida humana se está acabando. Esto nos hace pensar que uno a veces debe creer incluso en lo que no ha visto y prepararse para ello, ya que nunca se sabe cuando aquello que ignoraste puede volver y morderte antes de que te des cuenta. Por suerte, en este mundo tan distinto al que recordarnos, una leve esperanza ha comenzado a abrirse espacio entre el horror y las circunstancias que la rodean, llevando así las cicatrices y marcas en su piel con orgullo y tristeza. Con el tiempo, mientras recorre su peligroso camino habrán quienes lo llamen Loco o "Diablo", más otros lo llamaran "Salvador" o simplemente... Dante, el nombre tatuado en su Cuerpo y Alma.

Daphne Roasis is a modern day woman who travels back in time and wakes up inhabiting the body of a woman living in the middle ages. A noble born woman by the name of Lady Mariam of House Erayer. She's just gotten married is about to betray her new husband to please her secret lover who plans to kill her and her new husband once he's secured the man's station and fortune. Lady Mary is cruel, vain, selfish, stupid and gullible. She fully deserves her bloody end. But now Daphne is wearing her face. And her head is filled with memories as well as visions of the bloodbath that awaits them should the coup not be halted. Recognizing her circumstances and further struggling to understand them, Daphne realizes she was brought here to stop Lady Mary from committing an act of betrayal that would devastate the lives of hundreds of citizens. Her own people as she is now the wife of a Lord. At first, Daphne just wants to return home. Her circumstances are dangerous and she doesn't wish to bear this burden. She is in a foreign land, surrounded by people she does not know, a culture she doesn't understand, problems she did not create and in the body of a stranger. Each interaction with Mary's husband proves that he is a man of honor and would make for a very good partner for any woman lucky enough to bag him. She couldn't understand how Mary wasn't able to see his value and chose to hurt such a good man. Plus, he was insanely attractive. Daphne knows that Mary has already left a bad impression on her new husband with her rotten attitude and as such, he is not fond of her. Nor are any of the servants and knights. She decides the only way to create harmony and go about disrupting the coup is to come clean to the husband about who she is. Sir James Hamstead is completely baffled by his wife's sudden change in attitude. He doesn't know if she's trying to make amends for her mistakes or just playing games with him. He notices she's become much kinder towards his servants and no longer just yells at them. When she finally reveals her true identity, he's tempted to laugh it off as a bad joke. But she is adamant. She also reveals the coup that is about to unfold and the key players involved stating that Mary was one of them. She tells him of what will happen to his people should he fail to stop the takeover. Sir James is even more baffled, but now with a level of hostility. He doesn't believe Daphne's claims about her identity, but he does believe that she was indeed sent to be his weakness and destroy him. In a fit of rage, he has her thrown in the dungeons as he investigates her claims. The pair get off to a bad start, but Daphne knows she must be patient and understanding. It doesn't take long before Sir James comes down to interrogate her. At the persuasion of his personal knight, he agrees to move her from the dungeons and instead confine her to her bedchambers. Again. Soon credence of her claims come forward. It takes a while for James to believe she is not the woman who planned to betray him. It take even longer for him to believe that she wants to help him save his people. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months and before long romance blooms. James becomes very much attached to Daphne and acknowledges her as his real wife. He no longer sees Mary in her and hopes the other woman's soul never returns. Daphne too is having a conflict of interests. She's not here for love. Nor is she a hero. But now, it appears fate has thrust both upon her. How will she manage it?

Diablo died and had to help a god in collecting souls he lost by mistake than he had to help him fight against an organization with the help of fire power he have and the person who lives inside him but during his battle he was betrayed and almost died then judgement was passed upon him and his friends to be crushed under heaven he somehow survived and got half of his revenge but still he had to overcome many obstacles in his path

[#Loyalty] [# Captivity] [#Dark Romance] [#Betrayal] [ # Friendship] [# Rivalry] In the arms of the Don: a simple girls'love She felt his mild heart beat against her chest, and his warm breath caressing the side of her face. " I won't persuade you to speak further, or beat you for it. I'll let you speak at your own pace, and at the time you're comfortable to share it with me Amethyst, I won't hurt you----". His soothing, reassuring words echoed in her mind over and over again. The gentle wind, blew across the roof top, across them, making his reassuring words sink into her mind. She realized this wasn't a dream, or imagination, it was real.... " Is Amethyst up yet?"........ " Boss, no time for that...."..... " Don't tell me what to do!............. I get to ask for who I wanna ask....." He growled and got up fuming..... With a reputation for brutality and a charm that was impossible to resist, Don Diablo was the most feared and respected Mafia boss in the city. His chiseled features and piercing eyes, seemed chipped from granite, radiating an aura of unyielding power yet rumors of his hidden vulnerabilities and deep sense of loyalty had begun to circulate, leaving many to wonder what truly lay beneath his imposing exterior. When a Mafia leader falls for his captivating mistress, their whirlwind romance sparks a deadly game of loyalty, power and desire. Dive into the shadows with Don Diablo were loyalty and desire collide.

En un rincón olvidado del reino celestial, una joven logra escapar del destino que la mantenía atrapada, buscando refugio en la tranquilidad de su nuevo hogar. Sin embargo, su paz se ve rota al liberar, sin saberlo, al temido Diablo Supremo, un ser envuelto en misterio y poder que durante siglos permaneció sellado. Fascinado por el espíritu libre de su salvadora, el Diablo Supremo la arrastra a su mundo sombrío, donde la tentación y el peligro van de la mano. Unidos por un antiguo lazo que podría cambiar el destino de los cielos y el inframundo, ambos deberán enfrentarse a oscuros secretos y verdades que desafiarán todo lo que creían saber. En este juego de poder y emociones prohibidas, la delgada línea entre la corrupción y la salvación se desdibuja. ¿Se rendirán a la oscuridad o encontrarán en el otro la chispa para desafiar su destino? Cuando los límites entre enemigo y aliado se rompen, el amor podría ser la más peligrosa de las armas.

All is fair in love and war, but unlike all other fairytale stories with untold happy ever Afters this is our reality.... All I ever known in my life is chaos, hatred, pain and confusion.... happiness?....Do I even dare say that word?...it sounded weird. To diacom I am their most treasured possession, their infinite weapon for Mass destruction....to humanity I am Earth's degeneration To him....I am his light and salvation...I am Alithaia ..... Some people call me AIA...but in reality I am Diablos... death if you may"

(NOTICE) (*WARNING *Mature Audience*) (*WARNING *Parental guidance*) Novel contains (Violence, harmful behavior, Rape, Sexual content, Child trauma, slavery, Child abuse, incest, Explicit sex, smut, r18 - Adult content, Gore, Bloodshed, Extreme Violence, Mature content, Etc) (Average Chapter length 5000-1000) Xialdre is reincarnated as a baby, and he is a born genius. However, he was also born sociopathic, unable to understand the feelings of others. As this aspect of his personality continues to develop, his entire hometown will become a bloodbath upon his return, accompanied by his maid-slave. The ruthless prince came to terror in his hometown, he did whatever he wanted—Raping and killing without remorse, As this conflict erupted in his hometown, he immediately went to his house, where he found the head of his younger brother on the doorstep. He remained emotionless amidst the chaos. Entering his parents' bedroom, he saw his mother dead in his parents' own bedroom. Upon entering his older sister's room, he foresaw her being rape by none other than the prince himself in front of the rest of his family as tears drop in her eyes. His younger sister, lying in bed, watched in despair and pity as Satra, the ruthless prince, acted. His father, the butler, and Clementine's mother tried to save his father's daughter by fighting the golden knight protecting Satra. When they finally escaped, his younger sister and his slave were left traumatized. As they ventured out to seek revenge, Xialdre continued pursuing his true goal: finding Adonai. Along the way, they gained more comrades who would try their best to make Xialdre feel emotion for the first time. After the sudden genocide devastates his hometown, Xialdre shows no remorse as he departs, viewing everyone as mere tools, including his former compatriots. His journey sees him gradually enslaving others, testing their loyalty to him. As Xialdre ventures from country to country, his notoriety grows, marking him as the primary adversary across the entire Satalias Continent. Despite his cold demeanor, he begins to find a semblance of peace, though his icy nature remains unchanged from his previous life. Some allies abandon Xialdre, while those who stay gain the power to challenge even a demon lord. Those who left remain weaker in comparison, having forsaken their bond with him. Though his loyal allies may become his wives, Xialdre refuses to coerce their loyalty; he seeks true devotion without manipulation a second time. "I won't force loyalty. If they can't choose it willingly, they're not worthy," asserts Xialdre, maintaining his calm demeanor. As his journey continues, Xialdre gradually rediscovers emotions, yet his cold, sociopathic mindset persists from his former life. "Despite my desires, I used manipulation to make them mine. But if they choose to leave, I'll let them go," he remarks coldly. Those who remain as his allies do so willingly, finding fulfillment in obeying Xialdre's commands, seeing him as their master forever. "But still, Why not use manipulation if its easier than actually winning their heart manually" Xialdre questioned. Xialdre is a reincarnation of cosmic expansion, an AΩ. He seeks revenge on the Daemon Sultan, also known as Lord God Azathoth, after losing to him alongside Elohim Adonai, another AΩ. Xialdre's life and power will only return after the rest of his shattered existence fades away. In this current life, his seventeenth, he must wait until the rest of his lives die so he can return as the AΩ he knows he is. =============================== For more just read it, since If I continue it will only be spoilers, since this sypnosis is literally a spoiler itself. Read it if you got the balls to read it. This novel is meant to terrify, disturb, And heal you. So good luck reading it, Besides if you read this just don't say I didn't warn ya.

Volume 6 of The Eminence In Shadow. A boy in modern-day Japan aspires to be a mastermind exerting power from the shadows. During his training, he gets hit by a truck and dies, then is reborn in a fantasy world as Cid Kagenou. Here, he maintains a presence of mediocrity so as to not stand out and pursue his dream. He cures an elven girl suffering from a disease. Cid, lying to her, explains that this world is run by the Cult of Diablos and that his organization, Shadow Garden, can defeat them. The elf, now named Alpha, "joins" and begins recruiting new members. In fact, the power struggle he described really exists. Under the alias of "Shadow", he now fights it.

MATURE CONTENT: No rape element or non-consensual sex. Rivalry, death, bloodbath, massacres; in that order - the war between the Italian Mafia and the Russian Mafia was not a smooth sailing. Alessandro Ruffo, who had just taken over from the former Don of the Italian Mafia, finds himself wedged between enemies who hunted for his blood and would do anything to have the Italian mafia empire taken away from him. Regardless, Alessandro was strong enough to take them down and is recorded as the mob boss with the most kills. However, Aless’ strength wavers when a weakness, in the form of an eighteen-year-old autistic girl, walks into his life. Swan Skylar, the younger sister of the man who ran away with his money, becomes Alessandro's newest obsession and his weakness. When his enemies figured this out, Swan's life is put in danger and Aless must do everything in his power to protect her even if it meant accepting defeat at the hands of his enemies ~ “I will–I will serve you in place of what my brother owes you.” Alessandro relaxes into his sitting stance, regarding her in a mesmerizing gaze. “How so?” His gruff tone resounded in his enormous office. “I–I can help you wash the dishes or wash your clothes or clean your shoes or—” She is interrupted by Alessandro suddenly jerking onto his feet and ambling towards her in a polished stance. “Raise your head.” Alessandro's command is calm and relaxing. When she doesn't respond, Alessandro takes her chin in his delicate fingers and tilts it up slowly until she meets his gaze. He stared dreamily at her bright, sparkling blue eyes and whispered gruffly, “What is your name, amore mio?” “Swan.” She responded softly. “Alright, Swan. How about serving me with something different? Take for instance, your body.” WARNING: The female protagonist of this novel is autistic and might display the behavior of an eight-year-old.

(TOTALLY FICTIONAL WORLD, ANY RESEMBLANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL) This is a slightly warped parallel world. Because technology is developing so rapidly, business, literature and art can't keep up. As a result, most of the world's industries are focused on technology rather than content. Among them, the games industry is the most obvious! There are no computer games, no mobile games, all games are VR! Not even free games! In this world, games are expensive items that only the rich can enjoy. “A VR device costs hundreds of thousands, so poor people are qualified to play” Diablo, Word of Warcraft, League of Legends, Dungeon Fighter... Charles has taken countless classic games from his previous life to make ordinary gamers happy! Step by step, he has reached the top of the world and is respected by all gamers and internet users as: a philanthropist of the gaming industry

(MUNDO TOTALMENTE FICTICIO, TODA SEMELHANÇA É MERA COINCIDÊNCIA) Este é um mundo paralelo ligeiramente deformado. Como a tecnologia está se desenvolvendo tão rapidamente, os negócios, a literatura e a arte não conseguem acompanhar o progresso. Como resultado, a maioria das indústrias do mundo está focada na tecnologia e não no conteúdo. Entre eles, a indústria de jogos é a mais óbvia! Não existem jogos de computador, nem jogos para celular, todos os jogos são VR! Nem mesmo jogos grátis! Neste mundo, os jogos são itens caros que só os ricos podem desfrutar. "Um dispositivo VR custa centenas de milhares, então as pessoas pobres estão qualificadas para jogar" "Diablo", "Word of Warcraft", "League of legends", "Dungeon fighter"... Charles tirou de sua vida anterior inúmeros jogos clássicos para fazer a felicidade de vários jogadores comuns! Passo a passo, ele alcançou o topo do mundo e é respeitado por todos os jogadores e internautas como: um filantropo da indústria de jogos

-no hay personas- dije en un susurro- y hay sangre por todos lados Corrí aproximadamente 2 kilómetros y seguía sin ver a ninguna persona, pero la sangre nunca faltaba en ningún lado, me preocupaba que esté todo libre de cuerpos pero con mucha sangre al alrededor, cuando estaba llegando más al centro de la cuidad a la distancia vislumbre un par de personas que golpeaban un auto. -disculpen- dije mientras me acercaba corriendo- alguno me diría que sucede en este lugar, porque no hay nadie Las personas dejaron de golpear el auto y con paso lento dieron vuelta y mí rostro simplemente se desfiguró por lo que veía Las personas tenían los ojos blanco y estaban pálidos como si no tuvieran un gramo de sangre en sus cuerpos, su rostro tenía marca de mordida y pedazos desprendidos, en cuanto escucharon mí voz empezaría a caminar hacia mí y a intentar morderme -que diablos está pasando-dije en shock -esto parece una película de zombies