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Ryan, a normal office worker who could be considered an extra in a boring world, did his job regularly and spent time here and there. He found himself, by mistake, being killed by a female reaper. Yet, the only thing he received as justice was a chance to transmigrate into a new body with his memories intact. Meanwhile, that female reaper faced a very small punishment: her powers were suppressed for ten minutes, leaving Ryan with nothing but a mocking smirk from the reaper as she ridiculed him for being a meager human with no life that belonged to him. He was left with no choice but to stand in front of the one who had granted such "justice" and watch the reaper laugh while turning to leave the place. In front of him was the reincarnation pool, and beside it stood the woman smirking at his misery while completely powerless for a whole ten minutes—there was no justice for him here. With his hands clenched, he decided that if he was really going down, he would take her with him. Swiftly tackling her, he pushed the reaper and himself directly into the reincarnation pool. The next moment he knew, he found himself being born as a extra disposal substitute of the Ducal Prince, destined to die at the hands of the princess in his stead. Soon enough, he understood that instead of some random world, he had been transmigrated into the last novel he was reading and a fan of—Invincibility Starts with Marriage and Having Lots of Children. [ Disclaimer: First POV for main charcter is mixed in chapters with Third POV of other characters ] ( Disclaimer: There could be mistakes in the chapters, not because I am weak in grammar or something, but when one has to write 8K a day, the chances of things being left out are pretty obvious. So, if you understand what that sentence means, just ignore the minor mistakes, but if you want to point out grammatical mistakes, please do so. I will correct them as soon as possible.)

He stood in a pool of blood. Beneath his disheveled hair, a pair of weary crimson eyes flickered dimly. His body was covered in wounds—cuts from blades, slashes from swords, burns from magic… Every wound bled, every drop of blood draining away his life. Beneath his feet lay a hill made of corpses. He stood there, gripping his demon sword—Dark Extinction—in his right hand. Fresh blood still dripped from its edge, staining the ground below. The blood-red eye embedded in the sword’s blade pulsed ominously. Countless chains slithered out from the hilt, creeping up his right shoulder, consuming it entirely, binding the sword and his hand as one. And there he stood, breathing heavily—wearily, yet resolutely. The great deity gazed upon him with sorrow and spoke: “Child, the demon’s blood has completely devoured you. Now, what is it that you still desire?” He lowered his head and remained silent… Suddenly, a flurry of feathers rose around him. They were fragile, delicate… Anyone could see that such feathers could never hope to stop a man who had been wholly consumed by the demon’s blood. And yet— He trembled as he lifted his left hand. A ripple flickered through his bloodstained eyes. In the next moment, a single feather drifted down, landing softly in his palm… —This is the story of a Doombringer Emperor, destined to claim the Throne of Bones, and the little orphaned girl he chose to raise.

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

Tianah is about to marry the love of her life. Her bridal shower is meant to be a celebration—until a buried secret shatters everything during the meeting. A confession. A betrayal. And a night that takes a deadly turn. By the end of the bridal party, Tianah is found in a pool of blood. As the investigation unfolds, it becomes clear that someone close to her wanted her silenced. Lies unravel, friendships crumble, and trust becomes a dangerous game. But just when the truth seems within reach, a chilling twist changes everything. Some vows are meant to be broken. Some secrets are worth killing for. Who wanted Tianah dead? And is the danger really over? Read Till Death Do Us Apart to find out.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

Luck Aster is someone who came from a poor family, who can't even have two or three meals a day. Luck always fantasize of being a wealthy man who can get anything he wants, give his family the food they want, and to have a huge mansion with a pool and playground for his younger siblings. But, his only talent is fighting. One day, a certain someone appeared in front of their house. Asking Luck to participate in a secret expedition involving a mysterious tower. "This Tower suddenly appeared, and no one has yet to explore it. The risk is high but anyone who can come out from this tower and gives us a whole report on what was inside will receive five-hundred million golds and a house and lot within the President's city," The words five-hundred million, and house and lot echoed inside Luck's mind. Thus, he decided to challenge the tower. *** Hello! I decided to write my second book now that my first book's first volume ks ending! This time, it's an action-fantasy with lots of adventures! I hope you like it, and please visit my first book as well, thanks! - cathcatya

(This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Mahabharat.) Hindu x Greek x Norse (Mythologies Included) ******************* My name is Aditya. I am a seventeen-year-old who used to live in Kurukshetra, Haryana, and, of course, an orphan. Life was ordinary until a tragic accident took me away from the modern world—only to be reborn in a time I had only read about in history books: the Mahabharata era. As for how I got to this conclusion? Well, the answer to that question lies with the man-god sitting far away from me with a mischievous smile on his handsome face—Lord Krishna. It seems my memories awakened at a significant moment: the Swayamvara of Draupadi. Standing amidst an assembly of kings and warriors, I watch as Karna is insulted and humiliated for his lower caste. The tension in the air was palpable, and I realized that I was witnessing one of the most pivotal events in the Mahabharata. My heart raced with both excitement and dread. But as I tried to process this, something even stranger happened—a voice echoed in my mind. [Welcome, User! You have activated the Gacha System.] What on earth? Or rather, what in the Mahabharata? Before I could even fully comprehend the situation, I felt a strange pull within me, like an invisible force connecting me to something far greater. The system interface appeared in front of my eyes, listing various abilities, weapons, and companions—all locked behind a gacha mechanism. Apparently, I had been reincarnated not just as a mere observer but with a cheat ability straight out of a video game. The Gacha System allowed me to draw random skills, weapons, or even templates from the grand pool of every mythological lore. But there was a catch: each draw required "Fate Points," and earning those points meant altering the events of this world. As I stood there, watching the unfolding drama with Karna, I realized that I was no longer just a bystander. I had the power to change history, for better or worse. But meddling with destiny in such a grand tale came with unimaginable consequences. What if I anger the gods? What if I change the fate of heroes like Arjuna, Karna, or Bhishma? The weight of it all hit me like a thunderbolt. Still, one thing was certain—I couldn't let things play out the way they did in the original story, not if I had the power to make things right. With the Gacha System at my side, I had the chance to rewrite the Mahabharata itself. But I needed to be cautious. Lord Krishna’s knowing gaze seemed to pierce through me as if he already knew about my unique circumstances. Was he testing me? Guiding me? Or simply waiting to see how my actions would shape the future? Then let's start with this event itself. ********************** Disclaimer: Remember, this is a fanfiction about Mahabharata. Not "Original" Mahabharata. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, So I kindly request you not read further this.

Fukuda Aito lived a peaceful life, his parents' favourite child until the family went bankrupt. His parents died in an accident, and he had to work hard to survive, relatives and friends shunned his as he was considered bad luck. Even at the time of his death, he had the misfortune of intending to help others but instead he was killed. It seems like God still loves him sending system 13 to live life as a good person, befriending the protagonist! Help him out of the misfortune, violence, and suffering he faces! Befriend the lonely protagonist! The tsudere school tyrant. "Didn't you say you'd be my friend, now you want to break your own promise?" The cold Major General Alpha. "You are my wife now. We will never divorce." The possessive apocalypse boss. "If you dare to leave me, I'll throw us both into the zombie pool!" "System 13, am I still the protagonist's friend now?" 1 vs 1, All gongs are one and the same soul.

In the heavens, a legendary battle raged between the God of War, Sael, and the Demon King, Tarath. As their powers clashed, Sael summoned all his strength to deliver a crushing blow, sending Tarath tumbling into the Pool of Reincarnation. Exhausted, Sael followed suit, falling into the pool as well. In the Chamber of Fate within the Imperial Palace in the heavens, the books of destiny began to write themselves, chronicling the rebirth of the two enemies. However, a mysterious power emanating from the books prevented the Immortal of Fate from opening them, concealing the identities of Sael and Tarath's reincarnations. On the same day, two women went into labor: the Queen, whose pregnancy was full-term, and the Commander's wife, whose labor was premature at seven months. The fate of the God of War and the Demon King remained a secret, hidden within the sealed books, as two new lives began on earth.

Ten years of marriage. Known since childhood. Yet, he felt he had never known her. What he saw was a loving and gentle wife. But what he heard about her from others had always been different. One said she married him for his money. One said she seduced a Prince behind his back. One said she spiked her sister and sent her to a man’s bed. One said she tortured the servants behind his back. One said… He had heard many such things but never believed anyone. Until one day, he saw how she scolded his brother, slapped his sister-in-law in the face, and pushed his nephew into the pool. He couldn’t take it anymore and asked for a divorce but she rejected to his face. Then he heard the news that she obtained the shares of their company and was about to overturn his brother’s position. “How did she turn into a scheming wife?” he asked, not really expecting any answers. But he got a chance. He woke up to the day he got married. He thought it was his chance to get rid of the woman from his life. He would save his brother and his family from his ‘wife’. He will get a divorce from her. But… Why couldn’t he get rid of this wife at all? Had she been so scheming all her life? Clearly not. In this life, he started seeing her life the way he had not seen before. From her perspective, she had shed tears without him knowing. He realized that he had been a bad husband all along. Suddenly his life changed from trying to divorce her to changing her ‘fate’. Who would win in this battle? Her fate of becoming a scheming woman? Or his determination and … love? #WSA2025 #Mindreading

A book which is a mix of reincarnation,fantasy,romance and mafias written by AuthorHelenaHomer Julia Clark,the daughter of the dangerous mafia king was living the perfect life. She had wealth,protection,luxury and a loving boyfriend. The life about which people would dream about was the life she lived but everything changed when she died by poisoning and found herself in a black room. Taking the hints from the unknown voices and putting them into her understanding,the conclusion was that her boyfriend killed her. Regret she felt,she had to because her father told her many times to break the relation with that farmer's son but innocent Julia had already drowned in the pool of lies about his love for her. Everything changed when she was given another chance to live but as Jurin Carter. However,the very first glimpse of this life wasn't pleasant because the tragedy which happened with her was that her aunt and uncle in this life whom she barely knew sold her to a mafia king who was none other than Leo,his name now Louis Robert. Luckily he didn't know her in this life Not understanding why he was given another chance to live she decided to walk on the path of revenge as the flower of vengeance bloomed inside her but before she could get her revenge she became the caregiver of his friend "William Anderson". A guy who was a part of the mafia industry.He too had a connection with her in the last life but he too just like Louis didn't remember her. This new life wasn't good for him too because of an accident in which he temporarily became disabled. During the time there she passed through the tunnels of secrets navigating things about her past life too. These two were the peole who she hated in the past but what chaos will occur when these two start to fall for her. The question was for Jurin. Who did she want to he with "The mafiaking Louis who was her boyfriend in her last life" Or "The mafia William who was her father's enemy in their last life" Some say that a dream could chane everything and for her it did change everything _____________________ Author's note:-Hello readers if u give this young writer's novel a chance she will be rlly happy. Please don't abandon it quickly and read till the latest chaptepr if u see a plot hole or a thing which doesn't make sense pls tell This is a love triangle and don't worry bcz both the leads get equal time with the female lead. Bookcover:-Ain't mine(credits to owner) and then also the cover will change whenever we go from ML1 to ML2. Current Chapter:-46 Enjoy reading :)

Planet 236, a world steeped in mysteries, where tales of vampires linger as ancient superstitions among ordinary humans. Among the four royal vampire families, the Leif family stands as one of the most powerful, possessing the rare ability to transform humans with their blood. Yet, Leif Rose, an 18-year-old from this noble lineage, bears the weight of shame. Her transformations have only produced weak vampires, and with her ability limited to just seven transformations, she has failed six times. Deemed a disgrace to her family, Rose vows never to create another vampire, dreading another failure. Andrew Felix, the righteous yet troublesome son of a police officer, is Rose’s polar opposite, a school bully with a secret crush on her. Admiring the school president and number-one beauty from afar, Felix knows their worlds are irreconcilably different. But everything changes when Rose becomes the target of an assassination attempt: a car crafted from condensed carbon metal, designed to neutralize vampires, hurtles toward her. Acting on instinct, Felix throws himself in harm's way, saving Rose but leaving himself fatally injured. As Felix lies in a pool of blood, he confesses his feelings to a panicking Rose. Faced with the choice of letting him die or using her final chance to transform a human, Rose decides to repay the debt she owes him, wagering everything on his survival. Two weeks later, Felix awakens in the hospital. Overwhelmed with anticipation, Rose rushes to confirm his transformation into a vampire, only to be crushed by disappointment, Felix shows no reaction to vampire blood. Convinced her attempt failed, Rose resigns herself to her shame. But Felix's true transformation reveals itself when Rose is ambushed by rival vampires from a rival house. Desperate and on the brink of death, her cries for help awaken something dormant in Felix. Across a great distance, he senses her peril and comes to her rescue. In an explosive display of power, Felix manifests the legendary Crimson Aura, a rare and formidable vampire lineage thought to be extinct, one that serves as the backbone of every royal family. For Rose, her gamble has paid off beyond her wildest dreams. Felix is no ordinary vampire, he is her salvation, her ally, and the one who will change the fate of the Rose house forever. NOTE: It will take much chapters before the R18 scene begins as it as a lot of impact in this story itself

After drowning in a swimming pool, Randy awakens in an oriental fantasy world, transmigrated as Hu Shengyi, the youngest son of a humble family. In his new life, Hu Shengyi possesses a weak and pale body, an ungraceful face and a small penis. He hoped that this transmigration would be an opportunity to start his life anew, the darkness of depression enveloped him, even with the unconditional love of his mother and older sisters. Unable to cultivate magical abilities or develop powers, Hu Shengyi decides to end his life. But just before he takes the final step, a mysterious message appears, like something out of a video game: “Welcome to the Onahole System.” [Additional Tags] Anal - BBW - BDSM - Big Ass - Big Breasts - Blowjob - Chastity Belt - Cuckold - Dark Skin - Dickgirl on Male - Dual Cultivation - Femdom - Foursome - Full-packaged Futanari - Futaket - Futanari - Gilf - Glasses - Group Handjob - Hardcore - Huge Breasts - Incest - Milf - NTR - Threesome - Young & Mature.

In a world of opulence and treachery, Seo-yeon is torn between two powerful men: for example, the rather enigmatic Joon-woo and, the other hand, frisky and self-sufficing Hyun-soo. when secrets are revealed and people change their allegiances, Seo-yeon needs to play the game and understand who she should pursue and whose man she should steal. is she going to emerge unscathed with all these upheavals or will she sink in the pools of her conflicts?

Lying in a pool of his own blood, Lu Chen watches helplessly as his wife clings to another man. His vision blurs, but the betrayal is crystal clear. Rage burns in his veins, but his body is too weak to move. Powerless, he can only watch as his life slips away. The final words he hears before darkness claims him are cold and mocking: "You will always be nothing but second place." A bullet rips through his chest, sealing his fate. As the light fades, waves of regret wash over Lu Chen. The faces of those he neglected—those who once loved and trusted him—haunt his dying thoughts. If only he had cherished them. If only he had a second chance. But fate isn't done with him yet. Inexplicably, Lu Chen awakens to find himself in his 18-year-old body. The same face. The same youth. But with memories of betrayal and death still fresh in his mind. It seems the heavens have granted him the chance he so desperately wished for. No longer the naive man who lost everything, Lu Chen is determined to rewrite his future. With the wisdom of his past and a heart hardened by pain, he vows to protect those who truly matter—and destroy those who once tore him apart. But can he defy fate, or will the ghosts of his mistakes catch up with him once again? 3-chapters a day

I was never a good Son. I hope my death will bring Honor and some comfort to ease her suffering. As I lay in a pool of blood all I can think about is my mother. "Did I tell you can die yet, you dirty chinx? The fun has just begun, since u and your kind wanna crash your planes into our ships. I'LL show you what's it like to fear death" - Shouted Sargent Lee

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.

Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…

WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The scent of freshly brewed espresso and vintage Led Zeppelin records should have been my retirement anthem. But I was hunched over a computer in my still-under-construction vinyl record cafe, screaming at a blockchain explorer as if it just ridiculed my acoustic session. My life savings, $430,000 worth of Bitcoin, carefully earned over a decade of writing alt-rock ballads for car commercials, vanished into thin air. The culprit? Some smooth "investment manager" who'd promised me "Taylor Swift-level returns" on crypto staking, then bailed faster than my band's 2008 reunion tour.  The scam was a cringe symphony.Guy had a LinkedIn profile dotted with adjectives such as "Web3 maestro" and "DeFi virtuoso," an autotuned elevator jazz playing website, and a contractual loophole big enough to drive a tour bus through. I signed over access like a groupie handing over backstage passes. Poof. Gone. Money. My café's espresso machine sat in its box, accusatorially. My spouse said I needed to "get a real job again." Even my dog gave me the side eye. Enter my drummer, Chad, a guy who had escaped a festival pyro tragedy by jumping into a kiddie pool. He texted me: "Bro, look at Digital Tech Guard Recovery. They're crypto Roadies." I pictured a group of pierced hackers in black hoodies, blowing gum and cracking firewalls. Good enough. Digitals crew followed the scambot's trail with the ferocity of a producer hunting for the perfect bassline. The crook had routed my Bitcoin through privacy coins, obscured wallets, and exchanges located in countries that I couldn't spell. Their engineers stalked his path like a creep watching a pop star's concert tour schedule, in cooperation with Interpol and a Cypriot bank used also as a hub for meme stocks. As it turns out, my "maestro" had become careless, stashing money in a wallet associated with a failed NFT venture named "Aping for Jesus." Typical. Sixteen days later, my wallet beeped. Balance returned. No taunting, only a curt email: "Scammer's assets frozen. Your money's back. Buy better speakers." I blasted "Eye of the Tiger" through the café sound system, shocking a hipster with oat milk. The espresso machine finally came online. Digital Tech Guard Recovery didn't just restore my cryptocurrency; they wrote the encore for my midlife crisis. My café exists today, littered with grail-worthy records on the walls and a tip cup emblazoned "ETH accepted." Chad's no longer on the espresso machine, but he's got free coffee for life. If your cryptocurrency is ever swindled by a cyber rockstar, don't go into existential tailspin. Call the Digitals. They'll turn your faceplant into a victory lap. Just maybe screen your "maestros" harder than your band's setlist.

Shontose, you are not powerless. Wielder of words. Master of pages. If the world has taken a dark turn, and the road ahead has grown dim, you know what to do. Write. She opened her painfully bloodshot eyes. Her body too broken to obey her command, sprawled on the stone ground, and half drowned in a pool of her own blood, felt hollow and lifeless. No, in fact this body couldn't be hers. It was and empty shell, and she was not dead. This one thing at last she was assured.

Laying in a pool of his blood, Bruno's life flashes before his eyes. In those flashes, he remembered how he started his criminal life. It all started with him trying to earn enough for his single mother to not worry financially about him and his younger brother. Wanting more and greed, eventually led Bruno to become one of the biggest drug dealers in the United States. Becoming too big for his own good, Bruno was eventually caught and put in prison. He was not safe in prison because he had many enemies in the criminal world. Bruno lying in the pool of his blood with many shanks stuck inside of him, was dying. As his vision faded to black, Bruno opened his eyes to a new world.

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

"No one ever helped me no matter how much I suffered. So, tell me...why would I help others if there's no benefit to it for me?" After being sold off by his parents to human traffickers due to a physical deformity and ending up as a resident of the underworld, a jaded mercenary is killed during a mission gone wrong. "If only there was a way to carry my entire arsenal of weapons without weighing myself down..." As he dies, he suddenly find himself waking up in a younger, unfamiliar body, in an unfamiliar world. He finds himself in a rundown orphanage located in a medieval world full of Magic and Monsters, his new body weak and frail. His new name is Jaedfern Meraled, or Jade for short. But he's not alone in being sent to this world...along with him for the ride is the Angel Arkiela, who was banished to this world for interfering with the human world out of boredom. Specifically, she used her powers to feed and amplify people's impulses and intrusive thoughts, including the people around Jade, whom she targeted to, in her words, "mess with", and subsequently went on to ruin his life. She then claims that their lives are now intertwined...if one of them dies, so will the other. While being uncertain as to whether she's being honest about that or lying so that he can't afford to kill her, Jade can't exactly risk putting it to the test, so he errs on the side of caution. Grudgingly, he decides to accept her presence around him, having no other choice in the matter. With that settled, she reveals that when people are reincarnated with their memories intact, they're given OP powers, usually as a reward or consolation for their circumstances in their previous life, and she then checks what abilities he's been bestowed with. In this world, there are three main elements to a person's Magic...their Magic Class; which is the core of their abilities, their Mana Pool; the quantity of Magical energy they possess, and finally, their Skills; special abilities that include active powers such as Appraisal and passive powers such as Heat Resistance. Each person possesses three Skills, without exception. As for Jade, his Magic Class is...well, he doesn't have one. And his Mana Pool...is nonexistent, he possesses no Magical energy whatsoever. And finally, his Skills...he only has one, titled "Mercenary's Item Box", a dimensional storage power with a number of abilities that can be unlocked by Leveling Up the Skill. Most people who are reincarnated are given OP powers, rewarded for either living a virtuous life, or as consolation for living a tortured life. But sometimes, people who've lived sinful lives, can be punished instead, bestowed with the bare minimum of abilities in worlds where such abilities are everything. And Jade is the latter. However, Jade may not necessarily be as bad off as it initially seems...because within his Item Box, is every weapon he owned during his previous life, weapons that don't exist in this world. Will it give him enough of an advantage to survive, and ideally thrive, in this medieval world rampant with violent crime and dangerous Monsters? One thing's for sure, it certainly won't be easy...

In the mystic realm, a place steeped in ancient magic and wonder The boy and his classmates were there on a school outing, researching a project aimed at improving brain power. As they explored the mystical abode, the boy suddenly slipped and fell into a blood pool. As he struggled to regain his footing, he noticed the red blood in the pool had already begun to penetrate and find its b way into his body and assimilate with his human blood, and it clicked as he saw a silhouette staring at him. It was an ancient seven-colored snake, and as it entered his body, he felt an incredible surge of power coursing through him, but his wish remained unfulfilled because he would not share his body with the exotic beast. Little did he know that this chance encounter would make him the target of powerful people in the city who were eager to possess the snake's power for themselves. His father, a mysterious figure who had always been distant and enigmatic, knew that his son was in danger and immediately sent one of his most trusted disciples to protect him. The disciple was a skilled warrior, trained in the arts of combat and magic. He whisked the boy away to another university, far from the prying eyes of those who sought to capture him. It was there that the boy met someone he loved deeply, and they spent many happy days exploring the campus and getting to know each other. Meanwhile, his best friend back at the formal university missed him terribly. Becky was a smart and ambitious girl, but she was also trapped in a world where her father used her as a pawn to inherit more power and influence. Despite this, she remained fiercely loyal to her friend and could not bring herself to betray him, even though it meant going against her father's wishes. As the boy's story continued, he met many other girls, each one more extraordinary than the last. But no matter how much he tried to move on, he could never forget the girl he had left behind. And so, the cycle of love and loss continued as the boy struggled to keep himself and the people he loved safe in a world full of danger and intrigue, all while harboring an ancient and powerful entity within him.

In the year 2000, the world was suddenly engulfed by a colossal black bird. The sun was devoured by this entity, which humans dubbed "Deities." Trapped in a realm surrounded by these "Deities," mankind clung to survival in the cracks. As the "Deities" slaughtered humans, the dwindling remnants of humanity pooled their final strength to create Safe Zones capable of repelling the Deities. During this desperate struggle, some individuals unexpectedly awakened sequence abilities. When the first man discovered his hand could transform into a pistol, he initially deemed it useless. But when the pistol miraculously harmed a Deity, humanity realized the truth: even nuclear weapons had failed to injure these beings, yet Ordinal abilities could effortlessly wound them. Those who awakened sequences were elevated as saviors of society. The protagonist, reborn into this world, lived in the poorest reaches of the Safe Zones, surviving on United Nations rations. While sequence awakeners were seen as "chosen ones," he miraculously awakened his own ability: Sequence: God-Eater —the sole Ordinal power capable of gaining strength by devouring Deity carcasses. Ordinary sequences required endless Deity hunting and consuming UN-distributed magic elixirs to level up. Yet he could digest and assimilate Deity remains, which were universally considered inedible. To avoid being captured for experimentation, he concealed his power, growing stronger in the shadows while gradually consuming every last Deity.

Through my window, i see a new fantasy world, in that pool, evil, monster, ghost and thousand of people i never see. I know, i became different

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

After losing her mate, the dragon queen of Naperon Kingdom spent her days living peacefully with her subjects. However, her power and her memories began to waver. It's getting weaker day by day and her memories of her beloved mate began to fade. The soft hearted queen then died by the hand of her own Lady in Waiting. Then what happen? The new soul of the body, is a little bit crazy and a little bit fun. To found out that she actually woke up in a body of the dragon queen! Having the absolute power in her hand! .... 'there is traitor in this palace!' 'traitor will bring destruction to the kingdom!' 'If the kingdom destroyed then i'll lost the position' 'if i lost position then i'll have no money!' 'if i don't have then i'll be poor!!' 'Nooooo!!!' ..... "did Freya send you here? to pleased me?" She can't denied the fact that the pretty boy standing in front of her really got her attention. "come down here pretty boy,bend your body," She instruct him to bend when she's still staying in the swimming pool. and once he bend down his body, she snatched his clothe and smashed her lips to his. #ROYAL #WEREDRAGON #ROMANCE #EMPEROR #EMPIRE

The whole world mutated. Mysterious resurrections happened in real life. The Tribulation descended. Everyone would awaken the ability to rule over beasts at the age of 18 and obtain a Lord Space of their own. After one month, their Lord Space would materialize and they would become a Lord. When they awakened, each Lord would obtain a summoning pool to summon their own troops. They had to plunder resources, strengthen their troops, expand their territory and defend themselves against the invasion of demons! Ren Qi recruited a mutated succubus from the very start. She could keep ascending until she became a fallen angel! Someone exclaimed, “Someone managed to recruit a succubus?” Another person said, “Why are you envious of him? Succubi don't have much combat ability and are weak. When his Lord Space materializes, he will most likely be consumed by the demons.” Someone said, “Hahaha, I awakened a top-tier troop, the Golden Tiger. I am invincible.” Not long after, Ren Qi’s territory expanded to the Warring Nation Level. A group of fallen angels stood beside him as they looked down on all the demons. The weakest fallen angel was an existence akin to a demigod.

THE TRAGIC, GLORIOUS, AND ABSURD DEATH OF COLL APSI: A NATIONAL DISASTER OR A BLESSING IN DISGUISE? By: A Reporter Who Was Forced to Write This Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of the internet, and all the unfortunate souls who have nothing better to do than read this article—today, we gather to mourn (or mock) the untimely demise of Coll Apsi, the so-called "number one pro-gamer" of Yggdrasil Online. Yes, you heard that right. The man who dedicated his life to clicking buttons faster than the rest of us has finally clicked his last. How did it happen, you ask? Was it a tragic accident? A conspiracy? Perhaps the government finally decided to tax gamers for their virtual wealth? No, dear readers. The truth is far more poetic. Coll Apsi, a man of legendary skill but questionable life choices, was found dead in his apartment. His cause of death? A brain shock caused by excessive stimulation. A poetic way of saying that his brain literally couldn’t handle his own awesomeness. Some might say it was a divine punishment for spending too much money on in-game cosmetics, while others argue it was simply evolution removing the weak from the gene pool. Now, let’s talk about the crime scene. The authorities found our dear Coll in a rather unique position—doing a full kayang (bridge pose) while his manhood stood at full attention. Some experts suggest this was a final salute to his gacha waifus, while others believe it was a desperate attempt to ascend into another dimension. Either way, it worked. He got isekai’d. Naturally, the news spread faster than government scandals, and soon, the live chat was flooded with reactions that ranged from genuine sadness to absolute degeneracy. Some fans cried out, “Gone too soon!”, while others immediately began making memes about “Coll Apsi’s Final Form.” There was even a small cult forming, claiming that he had achieved true enlightenment and would return as the God of RNG. But let’s not forget the family’s response. In a heartwarming display of motherly affection, Coll’s mother, Madam Apsi, was interviewed and gave a truly tear-jerking statement: "That useless brat! Where’s all his money?! I raised a son, not a broke corpse!" Indeed, it turns out that despite being a top-tier professional gamer, Coll Apsi somehow managed to spend every single penny he earned on loot boxes, NFTs, and premium battle passes. A true financial mastermind. The government’s tax department, upon realizing there was nothing left to seize, immediately lost interest in the case. And if you thought that was the end of it—oh no. Even game developers and corporations had something to say. The official Yggdrasil Online Twitter account posted a heartfelt message: "Rest in peace, Coll Apsi. May your soul continue to grind in another world." Meanwhile, other game developers jumped on the opportunity, releasing limited-time Coll Apsi tribute skins priced at a very respectful 99.99 dollars. Nothing honors the dead like capitalism, after all. But perhaps the most unexpected response came from a national agency, which, in a rare moment of self-awareness, tweeted: "We have reviewed the case and can confirm that Coll Apsi’s death was indeed NOT a government operation. If we were responsible, we assure you it would have looked like a normal heart attack." Ah, government transparency at its finest. Of course, conspiracy theories began to spread. Some claimed that Coll had unlocked the secrets of the universe, while others believed he was assassinated by a rival esports team. There was even one theory suggesting that he had successfully hacked the afterlife, leading to an emergency server maintenance in heaven.