Venom Jab

There came a sudden ravage by monstrous creatures in a civilian world, leaving humanity's hope to lurk in shadows. Hunters, trained in special schools, wield potential and abilities that enabled them keep the beasts at bay. For Buji, life’s difficulties stem not from being an orphan, but from relentless bullying. Nicknamed “the weakling,” he detests the label but bears it forcefully since he could do nothing. When he transfers to a new school to join his foster sister, Buji thought things would be different. But, during the Awakening Ceremony of the school, he find out a shocking truth: he's was going to be an S-Rank hunter without a talent. Awakening no talent only added more difficulty to his life struggle as he was branded an outcast. On the verge of death during his first raid, Buji awakens an enigmatic system. [Host Found] [Survival due to inheritance] [Congrats, you have gained the status of a 'player'.] [The player, upon leveling up will awaken a potent monster] [Class: Animagus | Type: Snake | Aspect: Venom] [Do you accept?] Given the choice to embrace a monstrous path, Buji seizes it with unyielding resolve. 'If becoming a monster is my only path to strength, I’ll take it—and the world will regret casting me aside. Fighting against these hunters was going to be a job, but imagine a world where I had control over monsters, had my own monster kingdom, and becoming the strongest of all. Stepping on these hunters won’t be a deal anyway.' "Yes!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me through to wander the path of this novel. Join my discord link: https://discord.gg/AkmDQUmWx3

—¡El nuevo libro 'Regañado como la Estrella de la Muerte, Todos los Grandes Peces de la Capital se Apresuran a Consentirme' ya está disponible! También conocido como 'Era Renacida: Enriqueciéndose con el Sistema de Registro'. [Una protagonista femenina físicamente poderosa vs. un protagonista masculino vengativo, sarcástico y elegante] Después de una explosión en un laboratorio, Lin Tang regresa a aquella era empobrecida y está ligada a un sistema de registro. Antes de que tenga tiempo de reclamar el paquete de regalo para nuevos, su prometido, con aire de confianza, viene a romper el compromiso. La razón es que está a punto de asegurar un trabajo estable. Lin Tang mira al hombre ordinario pero seguro de sí mismo, entreabre sus labios rojos ligeramente y dice: —¡...rómpanlo! Menos de un mes después, su ex-prometido fue despedido por alguna razón. Lin Tang da un paseo por el condado y se convierte en la oficial ejecutiva de la Estación de Radiodifusión en la Fábrica Textil. Sistema interno del ex-prometido: ¿Es demasiado tarde para reconciliarnos ahora? —¡Esos tiempos eran duros! A pesar de ser atesorada por sus tres hermanos mayores y sus padres, todo, desde la comida hasta la tela e incluso el jabón, requería cupones... Incluso vivir de manera frugal no podía aliviar la miserable condición. Mirando el mejunje negro en el cuenco, Lin Tang se quedó en silencio: ...... Afortunadamente, ¡tenía un sistema! ¿Necesitas algo? Solo regístrate para obtenerlo. —Muchos años después. Un hombre apuesto miró a su delicada esposa de tez clara, logrando mantener el rostro serio mientras decía: —¿He oído que podrías noquear a un jabalí con solo dos puñetazos? Los ojos de Lin Tang brillaron, sus dedos ejercieron suavemente presión, y la Jarra de Esmalte en su mano se deformó. Ella respondió de manera severa: —¡Tonterías! No creas esos rumores. Somos personas civilizadas y no podemos ser tan bárbaros.

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS Sneak peak! The sun dipped into the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred shore. The air reeked of saltwater, smoke and piles of dead bodies littered the battleground, their limbs twisted in unnatural poses. Amidst the carnage, a burly man stood tall, victorious over a defeated foe, he remained still, taking in the aftermath of the war. His side had emerged victorious, their enemies laid low. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him, but it was short-lived. But his triumph was short-lived. A sudden sharp pricking sensation in his back prompted him to turn around, where he faced a young warrior, shaking with fear, clutching the hilt of a longsword whose blade had pierced through the man's back and was protruding from his gut. The man scoffed and with a swift motion, he reached around and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword from his body. The warrior's eyes widened in horror as the man withdrew the blade, the metal sliding out of his flesh with a sickening squelch. As the sword cleared his body, the man's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. The gash in his back closed, the skin knitting together with an unnatural speed. The warrior stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the healing flesh. "You... you're a monster!" The man's gaze locked onto the warrior, his eyes burning with inner fire. "You're right, i am a monster. Stab me a hundred times, decapitate me, entomb me, cut me up into a million pieces and incinerate the parts... I won't stay dead, I'm 'the' immortal, I can't be killed!" And with a swift, deadly motion, the man jabbed the sword into the warrior's throat, ending his life with a single, brutal stroke

Zhao feng,an eighteen years old student from earth transmigrated into the body of a lazy young master of red moon continent,a cultivation realm ,where the strong dominate and the weak gets trampled upon, upon arriving,he got the 'Fury System' after his cute vixen sister got angry at him. Zhao feng initially wanted to enjoy a prodigal and carefree life after knowing how powerful his father was, until he had a taste of strength that the system gave him,he only had to make people angry to get fury points and raise his realm indefinitely. Since then, Zhao feng has made his life goals 'To make people furious " He encountered great difficulties and tribulations on his journey to immortality,alongside his shameless minions, since he never targets those weaker than him, it's always those whose strength is far above his, those that can kill him in a wave of their hands, but as fate will have it,they overcome all disasters. Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." "Fury +5000" Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. May I ask you to follow Zhao feng in his journey of standing against the heavens,crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of bloods to get to his destination. Deities and immortal beings became his stepping stone to the greater DAO . Oh,he didn't forget one important thing..... making his enemies puke blood in Fury.

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life. Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families! Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life. What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite? With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

The protagonist is born on Cocoyashi Island 7 years before Gol D Roger is executed. Upon realizing the islands fate he freaks out and starts putting himself through a rigorous training regime. The day after the execution, he gains a system that can help train him in any martial arts he wants and gives one free devil fruit. Inspired by Deidara he chooses Lizard Lizard fruit model: Basilik. His name is Yeager D Eden ;)

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.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

WARNING: YOU ARE IN FOR A SCARE!!! In the dead silence of the night, seven hooded figures gather in a long-abandoned cathedral, their chants weaving a melody of madness. At the heart of their circle lies a pentagram drawn in blood, its angles marked with ancient symbols older than time itself. The leader, a man whose soul was long since promised to the abyss, holds a bowl filled with the remains of an innocent—a sacrifice to open the gates of something that should never return. As the ritual begins, the earth trembles, the wind ceases, and the night creatures fall into a terrified hush. A pit opens beneath them, swallowing the circle in a cloud of thick, black smoke. From its depths crawl horrors not seen since the dawn of man—locust-like creatures with scorpion tails, dripping venom that rots flesh on contact. The disciples falter, their faith shaken. But their leader presses on, for he has not yet spoken the name. The Book of the Damned lies before him, bound in flesh, inked in suffering. With trembling hands, he breaks the ancient seal, releasing a force the Creator himself had banished. A voice from the void—deep, amused, hungry—echoes through the crumbling cathedral. "You dare?" What was meant to be a summoning becomes an awakening. And as the heavens turn their gaze away in horror, the seven realize too late—they have not called upon a mere demon. They have tangled with the Devil himself. And he is coming.

“Who are you? A dormant were wolf or a human?” His voice broke as he spoke. His eyes were silently pleading, anxiously waiting for the answer. Deep down, he knew it already. Yet, his stubborn heart refused to concede. The silence that followed was enough to escalate the hurt he felt in his heart from a dull throb, to burning glaring pain. The bullet wound he received a year ago hurt less than what he felt at that moment. “Here you go. It’s time to end this forever. Let’s make it fun while it lasts.” He handed her a shiny golden revolver. One look and she knew, neither could survive a shot between the eyes. There was only one bullet in the gun. Her hands shook as she tried to let go, as though it burnt at her skin. Kai didn’t let her. He won’t have any of it. This was his surrender. His eyes spoke words that his lips couldn’t. They were raw with emotions both familiar and foreign to her. Her own silver eyes filled with tears as she tried not to cry. “I choose to die by your hands. You are the only one with the right to take my life. Let’s begin!” He didn’t wait for her to process his words before helping her place the gun between his eyes, which never wavered from hers. Click! Click! Click! “Noooooooo!” She screamed as she dropped the gun. ************************************************************* DISCLAIMER!! Note that the chapters are not edited as of yet. However, they have very little grammatical errors here and there Nothing major. Please show some love and support for this new piece. I hope you will enjoy reading it. Additionally, don't forget to leave an honest review behind. It helps with the rating. Criticism are welcome, if and only if, they are meant in good faith. please, avoid being extreme and harsh in your corrections. I am only human after all. Don't forget to leave your comments, votes and gifts if you can. Thanks. Enjoy Join my Discord if you wish to interact with me and discuss the characters. https://discord.gg/jJeBuJN8 If you like my writing, you can always buy me coffee. It would be appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/kittenbunny

Angel Johnson was a waitress struggling to make ends meet when an unexpected contract with Tryson Bliss, one of City Y's most powerful and ruthless billionaires, changed everything. Tryson needed a fiancée to appease his demanding family, and Angel, desperate for money and a way out of her humdrum life, agreed to play the part. What began as a calculated arrangement soon evolved into something neither of them expected—an intense and forbidden connection. But when Tryson's family uncovers Angel's true motives, they cast her out with venomous disdain. Humiliated and heartbroken, Angel's last hope is confronting Tryson. But instead of an apology or a chance at redemption, she finds herself shattered when he declares that he has chosen his first love, Riley, the woman he was preparing to marry. Devastated and with only her pride left, Angel walks away, determined to rebuild her life alone. Two months later, Angel is lost in the pulse of the music at a dark, crowded bar, seeking refuge in anonymity. A hand seizes her from behind, and her breath catches as she turns to face the man she can't forget—Tryson. His eyes, once cold and calculating, are now stormy with raw emotion, and he pulls her into his orbit, holding out the contract she once signed.  "We haven't finished our work, Angel. The contract says you have a year left to be my fiancée. Don't tell me you're planning on breaching it now." With no choice but to comply, Angel moves back into the house that once rejected her. But to her surprise, the family she once loathed now welcomes her with unexpected warmth and kindness. As she navigates this unsettling shift, Angel is left to wonder—what has changed, and why? What secrets do they hide that could alter everything she thought she knew about Tryson and his family? And as Angel's heart begins to thaw, she's confronted with the hardest question of all: Can she keep the secrets she's hidden from Tryson? And will Tryson fight for her love a second time, despite everything that has come between them?

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

Hananoi Tojiko is a figure shrouded in controversy, a human being who has long wished he had never been born. From his earliest memories, he saw himself as a miserable creature, cursed by existence itself. At the age of eight, he attempted to end his life—a desperate act that not only failed but also set his life spiraling into chaos. His mother’s hatred for him grew venomous, and the violent fights between his parents became the backdrop of his shattered childhood. When the news of his suicide attempt spread like a plague through the neighborhood, the shame and scrutiny became unbearable, forcing him to flee Japan, a broken boy exiled from his own home. Years later, Hananoi returns to Japan, a shadow of his former self, yet bearing the title of a recommended student at Noriko High School—a prestigious institution reserved for the elite. The school is a gilded cage, filled with the children of powerful families, prodigies, and those destined for greatness. But beneath its polished surface lies a world of cutthroat ambition, hidden cruelty, and unspoken rules. Hananoi, with his fractured psyche and the scars of his past, is an outsider in this world of privilege. His return is not a homecoming; it is a collision. His nemesis, a figure from his past, lurks in the shadows, waiting to reignite their bitter rivalry. And within Hananoi’s mind, the demons of his childhood still linger, whispering doubts and feeding his darkest impulses. Will he find a way to confront the darkness that has followed him since childhood, or will it consume him entirely? In a world where power and influence reign supreme, Hananoi’s tormented mind may be his greatest weapon—or the chain that drags him into the abyss.

Enemies to lovers? ✔️ Villainous and possessive ML?✔️ Fiery spirited FL?✔️ Dark Romance?✔️ Excerpt: “Wife?” Lady Karina repeated, almost shouting as if she'd misheard him. “I would not marry you even if you were the last man in this world,” she remarked with sweet venom, a poison Van Merikh would gladly drink. “You are a murderer and a thief. I do not want you!” “But I want you,” Van Merikh stated firmly, his dual-coloured gaze leaving no room for argument. “And that is where this conversation shall end, Lady.” Van Merikh threw open the door and practically dragged her to the base of the stairs that led to the upper floors. When she refused to mount the steps, he easily lifted her onto the first step and spanked her soundly on the bottom. “Go to your chambers,” he ordered softly. “This is not over,” Lady Karina growled. “I will fight you with the last breath in my body against this…this madness.” “Go, or you shall feel my hand on your backside again.” ************** Magic as the world of Ethuaria knew it came from the distinct markings specific to each bloodline and nation that a person may or may have not been born with. It would appear at birth on different parts of the child's body, bringing about unique abilities passed down in their bloodline from mother to child. And for eighteen-year-old Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt, life had always been one of comfort and peace with the secret abilities of her bloodline. As the beloved, yet sheltered, heiress of Moonveil Keep on the borders of the Kingdom of Caelthywn, she spent her days managing her father's lands and overseeing the affairs of their people, never knowing true hardship. War as she knew it was a distant nightmare that would never touch her. That was until Orpheus Van Merikh, the most feared warlord across the lands, invaded her home and seized it for his claims. Known as the devil himself, Van Merikh does not simply claim Moonveil for its riches, but also for the rumoured beasts that the Reinhardt bloodline conceals from the world. He will stop at nothing to have them. Thrown into captivity, Lady Karina expects cruelty, and Van Merikh, being the brute that he is, proves her expectations to be true. As a calculating and disciplined man who kills without hesitation yet protects what he claims, when one of his knights speaks ill of her, Orpheus cuts him down without hesitation. Lady Karina is his prize, but he would not allow others to dishonour her. However, she is not as obedient as one might think. Thus, determined to reclaim her freedom, Lady Karina refuses to cower as she challenges the enemy at every opportunity. Her defiance amuses Van Merikh, who spares her life due to her efficiencies in managing Moonveil Keep. Along the way, as they battle to find common ground, Van Merikh faces a rebellion among his own knights, who reject his growing attachment to her. They would have her dead before she warmed his bed. And oddly enough, Lady Karina finds herself charmed by the other merciful half of Van Merikh, but when her father returns to Moonveil at her request, much changes henceforth. Conspiracies arise and she soon slips out of Van Merikh's hold when he leaves for yet another conquest away from Moonveil. All hell would break loose when the beast from the depths would return upon Moonveil only to find his angel is gone.

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

In a world where stories are written in blood and roses have venomous thorns, Jack Thorne—a reclusive thirty-year-old who once found solace only in books—awakens as Riven, the ill-fated butler of Evangeline Vossaire, a lethally captivating villainess destined to die betrayed and forgotten. But Jack remembers her story—every plot twist, every enemy, every tragic end—and he’s determined to rewrite it. Armed with modern knowledge and a heart scarred by loneliness, Jack navigates a gilded world of masquerades, poisoned politics, and whispered threats. Yet the more he unravels Evangeline’s secrets—her buried vulnerability, her razor-sharp wit, the ghosts of her past—the harder it becomes to see her as the monster the novel painted. Torn between survival and the dangerous pull of empathy, Jack must outwit enemies who know his truth: that he’s an outsider with the power to change fate. But in a realm where trust is a knife and love is a weakness, can a man who hid from life become the one thing a villainess was never meant to have—a reason to hope? The Thorned Rose of House Vossaire is a sweeping tale of redemption, forbidden chemistry, and the fragile beauty of second chances. Perfect for fans of Bridgerton’s dark allure, The Cruel Prince’s intricate schemes, and the quiet power of The House in the Cerulean Sea. Here, love doesn’t soften edges—it sharpens them.

Millennia ago, Prometheus stole the Flame of Hephaestus' Forge to grant knowledge to humanity. Now, after being rediscovered by modern researchers, the flame has triggered a new era of evolution, granting humans unimaginable abilities. Fearing that humanity might surpass the gods, Zeus reopened the Labyrinth of Daedalus, an infinite dimension full of dangers, and connected it to the human world. His goal: to test the 'Candidates' — popularly called the Awakened or the Blessed — and find out who is worthy of such power. McKay, an ordinary young man who just wanted to rest after a "rough week," wakes up in the labyrinth with his body aching and a sarcastic message floating before his eyes: [Survive in this inhospitable place without food or water until you find an exit on your own. You’ll probably die of hunger, thirst, or get attacked by venomous creatures, but good luck!]

In a world where the heavens themselves weave intricate schemes, Li Gang is reborn into the brutal cultivation realm of the Divine Spirit World. Here, power is absolute, and the strongest warriors and immortals manipulate fate, treating mortals and weaker cultivators as mere pawns in their grand designs. Armed with the memories of his past life and a mind sharper than any blade, Li Gang quickly realizes that raw strength alone is not enough to survive. Every sect, clan, and faction hides venomous plots, and even disciples are mere tools for their masters' ambitions. The path to power is paved with betrayal, deception, and blood. But Li Gang is no ordinary pawn. With unparalleled intellect and an unwavering will, he begins to turn the tide—navigating deadly conspiracies, outwitting ancient masterminds, and twisting their own schemes against them. Whether through manipulation, ruthless strategy, or sheer defiance, he refuses to be controlled. Yet, the deeper he delves into the world's secrets, the more terrifying the truth becomes. The so-called "Immortals" are not as invincible as they claim. They, too, are caught in a game far greater than he ever imagined. The true masterminds lurk in the shadows, pulling the strings of even the highest cultivators. To break free, Li Gang must not only rise to power but shatter the very foundations of this world’s control. Can he outscheme the schemers and become the ultimate ruler, or will he, too, fall victim to the grand design? In a world of lies, only the sharpest mind reigns supreme. (Some grammatical errors at the beginning chapters. It is fixed later on!)

Part of the Heavy Weapons sci-fi universe. Arc 1 & 2 - A small Nomad colony reports that thousands of people missing and no one dares to look into it, Diego Harley decides to investigate and becomes the fascination of dark, dangerous creatures that begin to obsess over him, putting everyone around him in danger as they try to claim him for their own perverted, reckless desires... Arc 3 - As the dust settles from the clash in arc 2, the corruption spreads and catches the attention of larger players within the universe, but as the crew some come to find, someone doesn't need to be corrupted- to be thoroughly corrupt. Might meets desire as the Rewritten expand their operations and show the universe that they are here to stay whilst Diego tries to find a way out of his new situation. 18+ only - This is a very adult story from the very beginning with strong focus on futanari on male action, it does have good story elements however (so i've been told) - if that doesn't put you off, please continue. Features anthropomorphic characters, violence, corruption, aliens and an awful lot of goo. Level 1 (GREEN) - Vanilla sex scenes, likely to be male on female Level 2 (AMBER) - More diverse and "saucier" sex featuring the corrupted cast and futa biology Level 3 (RED) - Scenes involving more alien biology, more fetish based work, potential soft non-con Level 4 (BLACK) - Unusual fetishes and potentially offensive scenes with hard non-con being a possibility

**Damon Blackwell and Valerie Monroe come from a world of wealth, fame, and privilege. Their families are Hollywood royalty—household names in the entertainment industry. With money, luxury, and status at their fingertips, life has always been about appearances. From private schools to exclusive events, they've lived lives most people only dream of. However, as the years have passed, one thing has remained constant: the relentless pressure from their parents. Their parents, always the stars of the show, have made it clear that their offspring need to live up to their legacies. And so, the nagging began. The "When will you settle?" and "Have you met anyone special yet?" questions became the soundtrack of their lives.  Fed up with the constant pestering, Damon and Valerie hatch a plan. They'll fake a relationship to appease their parents, allowing them to live their own lives without the constant interference. At first, it's all fun and games. They play the part of the perfect couple—attending events, posting staged photos, and making all the right moves. It's convenient, and for Damon, it's easy. He's always been able to charm people and manipulate situations to his advantage. But for Valerie, things start to blur. What began as a means to an end begins to feel a little too real. The sweet gestures, the stolen glances, and the brief moments of intimacy—they start to mean more to her than she ever expected. She never planned to fall for Damon. She was too careful, too guarded for that. But the deeper she gets involved in the charade, the harder it becomes to separate fact from fiction.  So, when Damon calls it off, on her birthday of all days, she's left completely blindsided. It's one thing to break up with someone, but it's another to be the one on the receiving end of the breakup. Valerie's pride is hurt, but what really stings is that she's never been in a position like this before. She's the one usually doing the breaking up. Being rejected feels... insulting. The humiliation is unbearable. And worse, Damon walks away without a second thought, leaving her with nothing but the bitter taste of his indifference. The breakup wasn't just a blow to her heart—it felt like an attack on her ego, on her sense of control. No one had ever dared to reject Valerie Monroe like this, and she refuses to let it stand.  Determined to make Damon regret his decision, Valerie vows to get him back. But it's not just about winning him over again; it's about showing him just how wrong he was to let her go. She's always been the one in control, and she's not about to let Damon—of all people—steal that from her. Revenge becomes her new obsession, and every time she sees Damon, every time they cross paths, her resolve hardens.  As the school year comes to a close, their paths continue to collide, each encounter fueling the fire of petty jealousy and increasingly underhanded tactics. The back-and-forth, the jabs, and insults, the little games they play—it's like nothing has changed, except that now it's personal. They each try to outmaneuver the other, one-upping in ways that only serve to escalate the tension between them. But neither of them can ignore the lingering attraction, the undeniable pull that still exists between them. And the closer they get to the summer break, the more they realize they're stuck with each other.  The worst part for Damon? He discovers that their families, unable to shake off the close friendship that had developed between the two, have rented a beach house in the Bahamas for the summer. Damon is forced to spend an entire vacation with Valerie, under the same roof, with nowhere to escape the undeniable tension. It's a nightmare scenario for Damon, who is determined to keep his distance from her—especially now that she's made it clear she's playing a game of her own. For Valerie, though, this is an opportunity. She has all summer to make Damon see just what he's missing...

Fame, Power, Money... All were worldly desires that couldn't even make him, Mason Goldenheart, the strongest warrior under God, blink. After fighting in the tumultuous Holy War against the Devil Djall, and his lackeys for half a century, Mason, with the sacrifice of those he held dear, was finally able to vanquish the Demon king. This in turn released the pressure off of God, allowing him to finally put the Devil Djall to rest, and bring about an end to the Holy War. However, all was for nought in Mason’s eyes, as decades passed, and an incessantly seeping venom continued to poison his heart due to his biggest regret: Not being strong enough... Not only had he, the most beloved Hero, failed to save his loved ones, but he'd also fruitlessly fought, and tried and struggled to save the now billions lost across the ravaged Earth. Finally, at the turn of the century, the anniversary of the Devil Djall and his Demon King's defeat arrived. And it was on that fateful day that Mason would finally know the truth, a truth which would forever alter his fate and push him along an unimaginable path.

The God of Chaos was feared and worshiped in equal measure—a being of boundless destruction who stood alone against the apocalyptic invaders from another universe. But even gods fall. Betrayed and torn apart, he met his end in a war he could not win. Yet death was not the end. Reincarnated as Carson, a powerless boy in a world where humanity evolves beyond its limits, he is nothing but a fragile existence, mocked and discarded. No strength, no abilities—just a weak body destined to be crushed under the weight of a merciless world. Then came the spider. Venom burned through his veins, dragging him toward oblivion. As the last flicker of life began to fade, a voice—cold and divine—whispered into the void: [Ding!] [Congratulations. You have been chosen as the inheritor of the previous master's legacy.] [Will you accept? (Yes/No)] With that choice, the abyss awakened within him. The power of an ancient god stirs once more, but it is twisted, corrupted hungering for vengeance. The world that cast him aside will soon remember the name they tried to erase. And this time, chaos will reign. ----- (A/N: If you notice any errors, broken contents while reading please let me know, I'll go back and make the necessary corrections.) (Disclaimer: This world is pure fantasy and has no relations to reality! If you see cities and countries that are similar to those of real life it is purely coincidence.)

[Ugly-duckling Transformation, weak to strong] The destitute young miss of the Ling family was weak, had lowly qualifications, was ugly and frequently bullied. In the end, she was pushed into the freezing river by her so-called love rival. However, when she opened her eyes once again, her gaze was cold yet captivating! Everything had changed drastically! When her ugly looks faded, she became a peerless beauty. When she displayed her graceful bearing and talent, it was blinding and earth-shattering! I'm a foodie and I'm proud of it. I have a venomous tongue to infuriate people to death, but I won’t compensate with my life. All the handsome men would give their all just to make her smile, which provoked his desire to dominate and possess her. However, in the end, was it him who dominated her…

"I'm only going to get on my knees for one reason, Dream." "And what is it?" She asked, biting her lips. Zayn closed the gap between them, and leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "For this one night, allow me please you." Dream Atticus has an attitude that can burn a soul before she even speaks. Every one tiptoes around her, because they never know when they'll be at the receiving end of her venomous tongue. After finding out how much her mother suffered because of her docility, she swore to never let anyone make her feel insecure. One day, she encounters Zayn Bass, and from that moment, she vows to fight the attraction she feels for him. An attraction making her weaker by the day. Zayn is on a mission to avenge his father who the Atticus ruined. He decides Dream is the perfect pawn in his game. As their motives that are less than genuine clash, the underlying factor which is their desire for each other, explodes. Love, lust, danger, desire, power, passion, is the order of the game they set out to play. And in this game, there can only be one winner.

Daxton Vice returns from London on a business trip to find his older brother unexpectedly insane. Apparently, he’d missed a series of incidents that led to his brothers predicament. He meets his brothers almost-wife, and is captivated by her. Like every man, he falls for her after a few months. Because of the strong bond and love he shares with his brother, he visits him frequently in the mental asylum, and realizes that his brother always has minor lucid, yet fragmented moments. After months of visitation, he puts two and two together, discovering that all was not as it seemed. Events that had occurred naturally in the eyes of all, were exactly the opposite. A new emotion arises in him, and he’s forced to play a game of life. With the odds stacked against him, he vows to bring the truth to light and give his brother the justice he believes he deserves. Only he doesn’t know that his competitor is as deadly as a snake’s venom and far more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Gwenever Welch was a woman no man should ever want to meet.

Helia has spent her life in the shadow of her elegant and charming best friend, Elysia. Obedient and trusting, she never questioned the path laid before her—until the dreams began. Night after night, she sees glimpses of betrayal, of carefully woven lies, and of a future where Elysia isn’t the sisterly figure she claims to be. As these unsettling visions start aligning with reality, Helia realizes that her entire life has been nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion. Manipulated, controlled, and held back, she has been nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game. Determined to take back control, Helia throws herself into the one thing she truly loves: science. The empire is on the brink of disaster as deadly creatures emerge from the eastern borders, spreading a venom with no known cure. Helia is determined to prove her worth and break free from the influence of her past. But the more she fights to carve her own path, the more obstacles stand in her way until she realizes that the betrayal was only the beginning. Beneath the lies and deception lurks a truth far more deep than she ever imagined.

“Oracle” – A groundbreaking game emerges, silently transforming the world. When the game’s powers can manifest in reality, does it inspire excitement or instill fear? Ethan Carter, an ordinary office worker, falls victim to food poisoning after accidentally consuming expired groceries. However, upon logging into "Oracle," he unexpectedly acquires a unique ability known as the "Venom Source." Turning his misfortune into a blessing, Ethan embarks on an extraordinary journey to the pinnacle of power.