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

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

After being rejected by her fiance at her wedding alter. Mariana was forced to accept her reality but not rather to let the day end without her getting married. so she rush out to find any random, good looking man to marry her. Please marry me, I promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence. "Alright, I will." After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden."  "No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile.

During the Apocalypse Tang Su Yan was Betrayed by her Lover and Bestfriend she was throwned out to be killed by the walker and taken all her Supplies and food on the verge of death she promise that she will take her revenge on this two betrayer if she will get another chance as her consciousness slowly dripping off she open and eyes and found herself lying in her room she was rebirthed back to March 2025 3 months before the outbreak she then start her journey to create a fortified fortress and to prepare for the upcoming outbreak

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

Priest Alexander, how good is your printing? Princess Vivian said seductively with only a piece of white clothing that covered little to none of her sinful body. Alexander was shocked by the sight in front of him, looking at the woman who was one of the most beautiful, No! She’s the most beautiful woman in the Empire, but because she never made an attempt to dress up so nobody has ever seen her shine this brightly. Now looking at her with water dripping from her body like the sea pearl, her flamboyant red hair like that of burning fire, and her perfectly seductive body still wet and still carrying the freshness of a rose petals shower. Looking at the way she is wet from head to toe with the room filled with the scent of rose with water dripping from her body, gives a kind of allure that makes it hard for any man to resist her. She’s currently looking like a seductress, No!, She’s a seductress because she’s currently doing what is seductress does, seducing a priest. Vivian had an heart disease since the day she was born, since she was young, she spent most of her life lying on the hospital bed, denying her the joy of living like every other normal child. The only way for her to escape the reality that haunts her and the pain she goes through is by reading novels, watching movies, and following celebrity gossip on social media, but what becomes of Vivian when she suddenly dies from over-excitement and is transmigrated into a novel as her favorite character who was the villainess, and probably the most naïve and innocent villainess ever.

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years. -------- Discord: https://discord.gg/ChpaG4tY

In the kingdom of Valnaria, where humans and werewolves coexist, a fragile peace is threatened. A young hybrid finds himself at the center of a deadly struggle for power, where allegiances are tested and secrets are revealed. Standing shrouded in complete darkness, a lone figure stood, blood dripping from his already shredded clothes . His eyes looked different, something felt wrong and even the air around him began to ripple . Piercing red eyes looked at the sight Infront of him , the room slowly dropping in temperature. A low husky voice filtered through the shadows "I will show you the true meaning of fear."

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

A slime randomly falls into existence. Sapient and born with the ability to recreate parts of the things it preys upon, the highly confused drop of primordial soup decides that the only real thing it can do is become the being at the top of the food chain. A task of longevity in the leaves of the Omniverse. *** For advance and faster updates, checkout my Patreon! Patreon: patreon.com/TayTee

To save the world from darkness, the Monkey King will need to become a God

"Lucifer," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screams that filled the air. The metallic scent of blood choked her senses as she watched him move—slicing through bodies like they were nothing, his every movement precise, merciless. Blood splattered across his face, darkening the sharp edges of his jaw, but his eyes... his eyes were what made her breath hitch. They weren’t the same warm brown she had once drowned in. They burned with an untamed rage, cold and soulless. And then they found hers. Green met fire. Tears clung to her lashes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But Alessio Moretti—Lucifer himself—froze the second he saw her. Angel D’souza had been the wrong girl to be ***napped, just a mistake. But somehow, she had become his undoing. The man she had fallen for, the man who had made her feel safe in the darkest of nights, was now standing before her, bathed in crimson, the monster whispered about in nightmares. Her heart pounded. Was this who he truly was? Had she fallen for a lie? He took a step forward, his blade still dripping, his expression unreadable. She took a step back. He noticed. His jaw clenched, something desperate flashing across his face, but she didn’t wait. She turned—heart racing, mind screaming at her to run. But could she ever truly escape him? Would he let her? Or worse… did she even want to?

Rain stained the neon skyline, dripping off rusted houses as she checked her wrist—no ID, no signal, no past. Liora doesn’t exist. At least, not officially. But the encrypted memories digging at the edge of her mind tell a different story. When The Clan pulls her into their war, she realizes the city didn’t forget her. Whispering her name like an old wound, it's just waiting for her to wake up. And when she does, the world might be rebuilt. Or burnt down.

In a world ruled by blood and power, Kim Taehyung is the devil dressed in designer—deadly, untouchable, and sinfully irresistible. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He takes. And when his dark, predatory gaze lands on her, there’s no escape. She was never supposed to be his. One mistake. One foolish act of defiance. Now she’s bound to him in a marriage inked in sin, her vows dripping with blood and lust. He makes no promises of love—only ruin. A king doesn’t share his throne, and Taehyung doesn’t share what’s his. But obsession is a dangerous thing. His touch is possessive, his words a mix of cruelty and desire, and his hunger for her? Relentless. She burns under his gaze, submits under his dominance, yet fights the temptation that threatens to consume her whole. Because Taehyung doesn’t just own—he devours. And she? She was made to be his favorite sin. But in a world where loyalty is lethal and betrayal is inevitable, she must decide—will she fight for her freedom, or will she let the monster ruin her… in every way imaginable? Because in his world, there’s only one rule: She belongs to him. If he can’t have her, no one else will. In life. In death. In every filthy, sinful way.

In the distant Eldrathis Galaxy, a vast and uncharted frontier teeming with ancient ruins and deadly secrets, humanity is a small fish in an ocean of monsters. But that doesn’t stop treasure hunters like Clara Dravenmoor, a brilliant and reckless archaeologist, and the Safira's crew, from chasing lost relics buried in the void. Her latest mission? Recovering a priceless artifact from the ruins of Zhaaros, a hostile planet plagued by nomadic warlords and nightmarish creatures. But what she finds isn’t just a relic. It’s him. A pale, otherworldly man, locked away for centuries in a high-tech sarcophagus, covered in mystical markings and dripping with an aura of power that defies reality. He looks confused. No memories. No idea why he was trapped there. But he doesn't look angry. He looks eager. Excited to follow Clara in the Safira through the vast and magnificent galaxy.

What if Harry Potter and Dragon Ball world were one? People could be revived with Dragon balls, but these things only known to Kami and some lucky people. What if there was no death, only afterworld? Deathly Hallows were made by someone else? What if Wizarding World knew about Martial Artists but not ki and What if Martial Artists didn’t knew about the Wizarding World. Then there reincarnated a person in Goku with some wishes and he knew about this. The world changed but still was known to him. He had with him wishes with unlimited potential. ————————————————————————————————————————————————This is a crossover Au world with many changes some people will be alive, some people’s gender will change but overall it will be fun and interesting. All the original characters are to their creators but Oc’s are mine with the changes I made.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Phephisa is a gripping and thought-provoking novel that delves into the intricate web of mental health, trauma, love, and resilience. When a seemingly perfect life begins to unravel, trauma re-merges exposing the sinister underbelly of exploitation and abuse. As the protagonist navigates her own struggles with anxiety, depression, and childhood trauma, she finds herself entangled in a dangerous world where exploitation and manipulation lurk. With each step, she must confront the shadows of her past and the harsh realities of being a woman. This powerful debut novel sheds light on: 1. The silent struggles of mental health. 2. The resilience of survivors. 3. The underbelly of exploitation Through raw emotion and unflinching honesty, Phephisa urges readers to confront the darkness, seek help, and support those affected by trauma and exploitation. My goal is to spark empathy and understanding, rather than provide a factual account. I encourage readers to explore reputable sources for a deeper understanding of this critical issue. Note: Certain quotes, phrases, and references throughout this book are attributed to various online sources, memes, and cultural phenomena. Where possible, original authors have been credited. However, some sources may remain uncredited due to lack of attribution or anonymity. Trigger Warning: This novel addresses mature themes, including mental health struggles. Some scenes may be triggering or disturbing. Please read with caution and prioritize your emotional well-being.

If you had the opportunity to be granted one wish, what would your wish be? All humans on Planet New Earth were given such an opportunity. A translucent screen appeared in front of every human promising to grant any wish to the humans of new earth. You want to be a god?- Granted You want to be a devil?- Granted You want to have powers like Gojo or Naruto or Sasuke or Saitama or Goku?- Granted You want to be the richest man on the planet?- Granted You want the world to end?- Granted You want... Wait, what?!!! Granted?!!! Any wish a human wished for was granted to them!! And then it happened, the apocalypse!!! And our average MC, Corey Junior Zane, due to circumstances wished for wisdom, not just ordinary wisdom though. Unlimited Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding. Would our MC be able to survive in such a dangerous world without having the ability to defend himself. Would he be able to survive in his school where the common enemies are Smileys? Read to find out! NOTE: There are some wishes that would not be granted like wishing everyone to die and some other things. Just read to find out more. You'll definitely enjoy it. *P.S: Cover Art was not made by me.* *ALSO, READ MY REVIEW BEFORE READING THE BOOK*

Discord: https://discord.com/invite/EVEjCxccjW ------------- Who is Mc? > Long Shen. Is Long Shen strong? > Yes Can he beat Goku? > Yes! does Goku have a bachelor's degree? is it harem? > Yes Rated18? > Yes Is he a regular-type Villain Mc? > *looking at such a question, the Author smirks at your stupidity thus, he doesn't want to answer it ** Is there Gore? > depends on how you usually read. Don't tell me there are annoying harem members. > **Gives you a Hug** worry not, I understand you. This pretty much answers your question, if you have any questions like, is it lgbtq, Yuri, NTR, blah blah blah... It's No! No means No. ------------ Long Shen a Typical Nerd, Who has a bachelor's degree in physics, chemistry and biology gets reincarnated into worlds of Novels. Not as a protagonist but a cheap cannon folder villain. Want to know more? > READ THE FUCKING STORY.

"And why would you do that?" Sheba's voice trembled, anxiety shadowing her features as she observed Elisha's perilous state. "I did it all because I love you, yes, Sheba, I love you more than life itself," Elisha declared, sealing her words with a desperate kiss. But just as their lips met, a thunderous roar shattered the air. "Nooooo!" a voice bellowed, and an explosive force hurled them apart, sending their bodies crashing against opposite walls. "Not in this world, Elisha," the voice seethed, dripping with fury. Elisha's heart raced as she lifted her gaze, dread pooling in her stomach. There stood the devil himself—*Lucifer*. *REINCARNATED!!* Once an enchantress of unparalleled power, Sheba was reborn with one burning desire: to vanquish her most dreaded foe—*her sister* (Moist). In her past life, her ambitions crumbled as she was ensnared within a potent ancient artifact. Now, she yearns for vengeance and seeks to reclaim her rightful place, ready to unleash her darkness upon the Cullen and engulf the world in chaos. But entwined in this treacherous web is was the devil himself. He covets her fiercely, yet her thirst for domination sets them on a collision course of rivalry and desire. Their tumultuous past has transformed into a dangerous present where they are both adversaries and reluctant mates. How will their fates intertwine? Dive into this spellbinding fantasy where sorcery collides with insatiable hunger for power, dominion, and a love that challenges the very fabric of existence!

[LitRPG / Isekai / Adventure / Action / Comedy] Inspired by Mushoku Tensei, God of War, Bloodborne, Elden Ring & Warhammer 40k. Zen Hawthorn is a strange fellow, born with a curse that makes everyone question his sanity. In a cruel twist of fate, he embarks on a journey to avenge his grandfather; further unlocking the mysteries of the world he lives in.  Join him on an action-adventure-romcom journey filled with Demons, celestials, and cosmic beings as he narrates from his humble beginning to the prevention of the Demon King's resurrection and more. Beware of plentiful memes, Easter eggs, and references found within. This story contains Japanese folklores, Norse & Greek mythology along with Elves, Demons, Reptilians, Vikings and Dragons. Have fun reading! Book 1 - Not An Isekai Story (Completed) [Rewritten] Book 2 - Not An Isekai Story Unshipped (In Progress) Book 3 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story (Coming Soon) Book 4 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story Unlimited (Coming Soon)

After dying in a brutal combat mission, Kane Voss, a legendary mercenary, awakens to find himself in a new body in a chaotic, war-torn world where conflicts rage endlessly. He gains the Supreme Mercenary System, which offers missions, rewards, and upgrades to sharpen his skills. However, failure has severe consequences.

Atlas died on the battlefield, his blade still dripping with the blood of a fallen empire. He thought it was over until he opened his eyes and found himself back at 15. The same cruel family, the same loyal servant, the same beloved sister… everything was just as he remembered. But this time? He won’t live as a powerless pawn. With the memories of his past life, he fights for the future he truly wants even if it means turning against those who once controlled his fate. This time, he chooses himself.

They say the moments before your death flash before your eyes. For us, it wasn’t death. Not really. It was just another Saturday night—a app ChatHaven filled with memes, debates, and plans to meet up next weekend. Then the white light came, brighter than anything I’d ever seen. My voice, once loud in my headphones, was swallowed whole by silence. And when I opened my eyes, the world I knew was gone. Reborn into a alternate earth and a Victorian-era history that never existed, we found ourselves in a world as beautiful as it was cruel. A world where whispers of a forgotten crown and an ancient prophecy haunted our every step. Now, armed with strange powers and thrown into a web of mystery, betrayal, and war, we must survive in a realm teetering on the edge of calamity. Bonds will be tested. Secrets will be unraveled. And in the end, the choices we make might not just decide this world’s fate—but our own.

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What... what... so am I overpowered from the start, like those isekai protagonists?" he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as the absurdity of the situation hits him. For a moment, he feels it—the urge, that ridiculous, cliché moment where he should lower his head, place a hand over his face, and let out that slow, ominous chuckle. The kind that echoes with menace. The kind the overpowered protagonists always do when they realize their strength. "Mwahaha, I am gonna be unstoppable!" Mwahaha... He stops midway, sighs, and mutters, "Wait... this is way too cringe." His fingers twitch. He takes a breath. ...Then, he scoffs. "Tch." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Yeah, that really won't suit me." Then he grins. Not the exaggerated, theatrical grin of a villain, but something darker, sharper—one that could freeze the blood in your veins. A grin that promises something no one wants to see. He exhales slowly, and a laugh slips from him—low, guttural, and dripping with malice. It doesn't explode. It doesn't need to. It slides into the air, filling every inch of the room with a quiet, suffocating certainty. "Ah... haha... heh." He wasn't just Vael Seraphis. He realized he was something beyond the limits of this reality. And he intended to make full use of it. In this unknown world, he would do what he had always done-study, adapt, and take control. But first, he had to play his role. The Elias Varn he once used to be now is dead. Vael Seraphis had been born anew. And this was only the beginning.

1,000 Years Ago... The Earth was shaken and evolved into a much more dangerous Place. The Earth got larger by twice its size, but the Portals suddenly appeared in front of the Human Being that reduced their Population to 40% left, but hope was almost lost. They have been granted one more time to survive, a System was brought to everyone that they can use to evolve and get stronger. A Hero suddenly came upon them that slaughtered all of the Monsters that came out of the Portal. She was then given the title, "The Primordial Goddess of Death". She was given that title as no one knew her face or name, the only thing that they remember about her is her Dazzling Black hair that was dancing through the wind as she kills all the monsters, while her Scythe was dripping with Blood. 1,000 years have passed since, and new Heroes were born because of the Prestigious School that helps students to become Aspiring Hero just like "The Primordial Goddess of Death". "Ahhh... I'm bored as hell, should I go into one of my Academies and be a teacher?" A.N Sorry for the inconvenience, I might actually add Romance to the story, but that would probably in the middle part of the Story. Cover Art is not mine, if the artist want me to remove it he/she can message me.

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine's walls. Pure desperation drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood once more. --- Warning • Female Protagonist (because some of you care for some reason)