Batman Iceberg Lounge

[Congratulations, Terran survivor #99598, for activating the Universe Assistance System!] Althea, along with the remaining 1% of the population of their home planet, stared at the holographic screen in front of them in confusion. Their galaxy was apparently ending, and suddenly announcements from an alien system appeared in their heads, telling them they would be permanently transferred to another world. The survivors were all very depressed. First, they were forced to survive in a zombie apocalypse, and now they had to survive a new world altogether? It just so happened that Althea was one of the few people who got the Lord Token, the ticket to controlling a territory---a supposed safe haven for her people. Althea looked at her very large stomach and sighed at an unknown future. Would she be able to build a good home for her children? And... would she and her husband find each other again? #Apocalypse, #Josei, #Romance, #BeautifulFL, #HandsomeML, #PowerCouple, #Infrastructure, #MagicSpace, #KingdomBuilding, #Adventure, #Pregnancy, #Game Elements, #System #LitRPG ____ Now an E-BOOK~! Please rate, ne? WILL HELP US OUT SOOO MUCHH~! Book 1: AMAZON: https://a.co/d/hy7Rocr GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203724162-after-surviving-the-apocalypse-i-built-a-city-in-another-world ____ READERS LOUNGE NOW OPEN~! (Readers ONLY please!) https://discord.gg/w8qKw2yaNK

Ang retiradong sundalo at hari, Han Yu, ay hindi kailanman inakala na ang simpleng pagpunta sa isang hotel para sa interview bilang bodyguard ay hahantong sa............ Naramdaman ni Han Yu ang kawalang-magawa, "Ms. Lin, pasensya na....." Si Lin Qingya ay nahiya at nagalit, "Pasensya? May silbi ba ang pasensya? Lumuhod ka sa harap ko!" ...... Kinabukasan, isang larawan ni Ms. Lin ng Lin Corporation na masigasig na humahalik sa isang estranghero ang kumalat sa buong lungsod. Bawat kalye at eskinita ay nag-uusap tungkol sa kung paano ang Iceberg Female CEO ay wala kundi isang ipokrito sa publiko, na lihim na nagtatago ng hindi alam kung ilang mga kasintahan. Sa board meeting ng Lin Corporation, nagkaisa ang mga direktor para i-pressure siya, hinihiling ang kanyang pagbibitiw sa kumpanya dahil sa pinsala sa reputasyon ng korporasyon na dulot ni Lin Qingya. Para sa kanyang sariling karangalan at reputasyon ng Lin Corporation, tinawagan ni Lin Qingya ang numero ng lalaking iyon. "Hello, Han Yu, ako ito, si Lin Qingya." "Kitain mo ako sa civil affairs office sa loob ng kalahating oras, pakakasalan kita!" Dala ang kanyang medikal na diagnosis, sinabi ni Han Yu, "Pasensya na, pero tumanggi ako!"

⚠️Caution: continuous stops: Maximus is an 18-year-old young man who has awakened a demonic bloodline called: Incubus, allowing him to enjoy certain privileges with women, including those of his own family. But this is just the tip of the iceberg in a world with cultivation system, filled with pleasure and danger, meting out justice with his Staff of Truth to every woman who falls into his clutches.

Before becoming the feared Supervisor of Hell, he once walked the earth—silent, deadly, and broken. Betrayed and slain, he returns not just for revenge... but to prove he's still sane. He devoured hell before he ruled it. Now, returned to earth, he hides behind an angelic face—and a promise: “Trust me, I am sane.” Devourer of hell-Elarion Crimsonveil (17 Y)son of Herus Le Crimsonveil, the family of duke on top of pyramid only below king Euras Ian Astirhall . Trained to be a assassin, he has 2 older step brother Sirus Crimsonveiland Rior Crimsonveil**{They only share father , but all have different mothers} and thousands of adopted sons his father adopted to train them as assassin for his military, they are those who have vowed their loyalty to the duchy -by consent? No way. The youngest who grew up in a horrendous atmosphere created by his father for unknown reason, a dream that changes his life, he who wants to be free and doesn’t care whether people die or live, the coldhearted Crimsonveil –A silent hunter-Predator or so on. But is there all it is or it’s just a tip of Iceberg. Elarion van Crimsonveil or the devourer from hell read it to find out how he despite struggling continues to climb for his success. A story filled with excitement, development and mysteries is going to be unfolding in front of you. About this novel: You won't regret reading it, it got everything. The mc is strong cold calculating want revenge yet hilarious and enjoys every moment. Kind of like split personality (not really but seems like) He loves cruelty but rational rarely but yes. Not a simp no Ntr or yuri Harem(maybe or maybe not) if I decide an Harem there will be only 2 or 3 girls max.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

You know, out of all the things that could have happened to me, finding out I've been Isekai'd into Murder Drones by waking up in the body of a drone kid who got his memory core critically damaged and lost his parents in the same attack that axed Doll's folks was not on the list of things I expected. Still, it's evidently what happened to me, and now I have to DO something about it. So. I have about 9 years before canon kicks off to prepare for the apocalypse, help Uzi and Doll work through all their issues and trauma, respectively, and figure out how my unhinged ass is going to be able to commit deicide, because as a robot I'm theoretically immortal, so screw anything that wants to cut that short. Queue my plan to cheat like the world is ending (because it will) by abusing the hell out of my meta-knowledge, downloading entire terrabytes of data on weapons, combat skills, and engineering, befriending the main cast so I can socially manipulate them into being better able to stop Armageddon, concocting plans to turn the Solver's Murder Pets, and generally do a Batman level of overpreparation in order to rig the game in my favor as much as physically possible, because goddamn, I REALLY don't want to die.

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

The night she met him, the moon bled red. Rain lashed against the tall glass windows of the nightclub, turning the city into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. Inside Vein, the air throbbed with music, sweat, and secrets. And in the darkest corner of the VIP lounge, he waited—like a curse, like a god, like a man with too much hunger and not enough soul left to be saved. Elara Voss didn’t believe in fate. But fate had always believed in her. She was born with a mark, a black crescent curled under her ribs, burning every full moon with pain and longing she couldn’t explain. She lived her life chasing silence, avoiding the voices that weren’t hers and the dreams that belonged to someone else. Until tonight. Until she locked eyes with Kade Strathmore. CEO by day. Alpha of the most dangerous werewolf syndicate in North America by night. Cursed. Marked. Moonbound. And she? She was the key to breaking him. Or dooming them both.

She is a thief of the 24th century, but she has traveled back to a stupid and useless person without a father or mother, and it depends on the faces of those in the family. idiot? waste material? Very good, she will soon let these foolish Earthlings know what it means to regret deeply! Fighting spirit? Magic? Her dual cultivation of magic and martial arts crushes all geniuses. The position of head of the household? The Vermilion Bird Divine Beast? to want to? Sorry, she took it But who will tell her that this cute Zhengtai, who gets dizzy and vomits wildly while riding in a carriage, is really the mythical creature Suzaku? What kind of god is the mysterious soul that resides in her body, like an old man? And Why do other people's friends show all kinds of domineering aura, and their domineering aura is incomparable. Why are these few people around her, either the sly merchant fox man, the paralyzed iceberg technology otaku, or the fickle and charming ghost? The best one is probably that sick and beautiful man! What about the promised hegemony over the world and the tyranny of all directions?

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.

The ancient evil god that sleeps in the abyss has awakened—an evil that always lurks in the hearts of humans, slowly corroding their minds until madness blooms within misery. In this world where darkness and light coexist, a fully armored dark knight walks through the shadows. Red, tattered tights flutter overhead. On a dusty shelf in the hallway, a spider perches at the center of a chest emblem—its owner tumbling across the city, trying to play the part of a good neighbor. A brilliant, philanthropic billionaire dons a high-tech suit, swearing to protect the world. And towering above all, a figure that seems divine—a symbol of hope not born of this planet, with a crimson cape flowing like sunlight, and an "S" emblazoned on his chest. No one would have expected that behind the screen, just an ordinary young man lost in a video game... was the one pulling the strings.

Leonard Strahm 30 years old, can sense and experience the minds and feelings of other humans - an inherited psychic gift from his mother and developed from childhood in the laboratory of the CIA's MK-Ultra program, formerly run by his ex-military father. Now, Leonard's twin brother Lawrence who was also part of the experiment, is found dead under suspicious circumstances while he worked on a special, secretive project of his own. While their mother, Dorothea, who reluctantly partook in the MK-Ultra experiments at the urging of her beloved husband, Jack Strahm, is on the verge of an emotionally induced psychological implosion that could ultimately undermine her living son's pursuit of the truth. Leonard must navigate a hidden world of covert experiments, psychic warfare, and family betrayal to find answers, exact revenge and possibly save humanity. But the deeper he delves, the more he questions whether he's chasing truth and justice or walking into a trap designed specifically for him.

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

After years of isolation, Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle return to a Gotham teetering on the brink of collapse. Haunted by their shared past and driven by their unwavering resolve, the legendary Dark Knight and his formidable partner, Catwoman, set out to reshape the city they once fought to protect. But this is not the same Gotham they left behind. Crime has evolved, the rich exploit the poor with impunity, and the city’s heart beats to the rhythm of corruption. With superhuman strength and unmatched skills forged through years of training, Bruce emerges as a new kind of Batman—one who will rebuild Gotham from its foundation. At his side, Selina uses her cunning and connections to rally the downtrodden and infiltrate the shadows where true power hides. Together, they form an unbreakable alliance, determined to bring hope to the hopeless and justice to the corrupt. Yet, as they confront Gotham’s darkest corners, they must face their own demons and the sacrifices that come with their mission. Will their return signal the dawn of a brighter Gotham, or will the shadows claim them once more?

What if you woke up in a world of magic? Alaric, a young man, knew what he wanted: to do nothing, just like on Earth. He was a procrastinator who loved lounging on the couch, scrolling through social media or watching movies and TV shows. That was his life. But when he ended up in a magic academy with teachers pushing him to work hard? That wasn’t for him. Alaric was so lazy and had such poor talent that he got expelled. Few can say they were kicked out of a magic academy in a kingdom desperate for mages. Left alone with no family or money, Alaric wandered the wilderness, struggling to survive. One day, after sleeping for two days straight, something awakened within him. A System. [Arcane Idleness Protocol Activated] [The less you do, the stronger you get] [First Passive] [Idle Infusion: Your total mana increases while you sleep. The more you sleep, the higher your total mana will increase] [Spell Rank: ???] And that was just the beginning of the legend of Alaric, the wizard who never trained yet reached the peak. The mage who built the best magic academy from scratch just to use his disciples to work for him. "I can relax all day while my disciples work for me, what a life!"

One day, the entire Earth is plunged into an endless ice apocalypse. All humans awaken in a desolate frozen wasteland with only a single flickering campfire to keep them alive. Here, the rules of reality have changed — everyone must gather resources, craft tools, and build from fragile wooden huts to sturdy stone fortresses just to survive the deadly cold. Monstrous frost beasts roam the white abyss. Hunger and cold gnaw at the mind. In this hopeless situation, humanity struggles, and countless people die every day. However, Ye Tian, an ordinary office worker, suddenly awakens a hidden SSS-rank class: ChatBot User! With it, he can access an exclusive "Command Console" akin to a cheat mode in a sandbox survival game: > /give longsword x1 /enchant longsword.sharpness5 /spawn survival_kit x1 But nothing is free. Every command costs Command Points (CP)—which can only be earned by overcoming brutal challenges, defeating frost beasts, or completing hidden missions. As the world falls into despair and the strong prey on the weak, Ye Tian forges legendary weapons, constructs indestructible fortresses, and commands an army of summoned beasts to dominate the frozen lands. When others shiver in broken wooden shacks, he lounges inside a grand heated palace. When others scavenge for scraps, he dines on gourmet feasts. "You want to challenge me? Sorry, I just gave myself a +1000 Strength buff." In this game of life and death, only he can write his own commands and decide his fate. --- Tags: Game Elements, Survival, System, Isekai, Overpowered Protagonist, Base Building, Resource Management, Face Slapping, Strongest Alone, Cold Apocalypse.

Richard Harrison is a powerful billionaire CEO with a reputation built on precision, power, and silence. With the billion-dollar Zenith Contract hanging in the balance, he can't afford distractions or scandals. But everything changes the night he attends a luxury rooftop party in velaris hotel, Montelucia City. When he sees a young woman being taken advantage of in the VIP lounge, he steps in without hesitation. The press captures the moment: Richard, holding a dazed Pearl Grey in his arms. By morning, the image is everywhere. Pearl, heartbroken and trying to escape a messy past, never expected a night out with her friend would thrust her into the public eye. Now labeled as the mysterious woman on Richard Harrison’s arm, she’s pulled into a whirlwind she never asked for. To protect his public image and hers Richard makes a shocking announcement: Pearl is his fiancee. But when the media frenzy turns dangerous and someone begins to dig into Pearl’s late parents’ history, Richard offers a more permanent solution: a secret, contract marriage. No love. Just protection, business, and control. But behind the cameras and contracts, something deeper begins to form. As deception gives way to desire, and lines blur between what's real and what’s pretend, Pearl and Richard must decide: can a marriage built on lies grow into something true?

*Note - Mature Content - I was just lounging around in a work dinner when suddenly- WOOOSH! WHAAAM! I got hit in the head by my coworker for being too good... But he did me a favour more than anything! This is the moment I've been waiting for! The skills I've gained, the efforts I've put! It's all for this! I'm finally fulfilling my destiny by transmigrating! I opened my eyes to see a humungous and ornate bedroom filled with gold ornaments and expensive-looking items. *Ding* Welcome to the Vassal Domination System: Please conquer women to dominate the world. Finally! I transmigrated into another world... And what does this say? I have to conquer women to dominate the world? Mwahahahahaha, I'll definitely make use of this! Looks like ruling the universe is going to be a very very enjoyable journey... *Quite a bit of lemon ;) --- This is my first novel, so please take some pity on me. I'm open and ready to receive any and all criticism, so please don't hold back either. I plan to have some fun with this, but won't go overboard anywhere. The MC won't bang every woman he sees but he'll definitely have some fun. The MC isn't a villain or a monster but he definitely isn't a hero either, (he is a bit crazy with his chunnibyou attitude, but I promise its only for the first few chapters) I plan to make him a little politician like, where his subjects and citizens have quite a good opinion of him, intentionally or unintentionally. Alright then! Sit back and enjoy the ride :) Please read as much as you can, it really helps me going! *No yuri. No NTR

Adam Smith is torn away from his home at the age of 23 and reborn and Tony Stark. Can he survive the marvel world or will he be crushed by the weight of the villains and even heroes in this insane new world? Will be a combination of several different versions of marvel such as mainline comics, the MCU and others will NOT be a harem though it will have several women after him, similar to spider man or Batman will attempt to post two chapters every day

This book’s full title is: “Murderous AI: That Time I Got Kidnapped to the Future and My Suit Solves Everything With Explosions” Christopher “Chris” Cross never expected much from his night out in Chicago—until he picked up a pair of sleek, high-tech sunglasses in an old gaming lounge. One bad decision later, he finds himself kidnapped into the distant future, permanently bonded to a sentient A.I. battle suit with an unhealthy obsession with destruction. Now stranded in a world where humanity rules the stars, corporate-backed militaries wage endless wars, and advanced technology is as dangerous as the people who wield it, Chris has a few pressing concerns: • He has no way back home, and his new A.I. co-pilot thinks ‘diplomacy’ is just another word for ‘missile strike’. • The suit he’s wearing is an outdated experimental relic, but somehow, it’s more advanced than anything in this era. • R.A.G.E. wants to solve every problem with overwhelming firepower and keeps offering unsolicited ‘explosion-based’ solutions to everyday situations. • By sheer accident, Chris prevents the assassination of a high-ranking military official, putting himself on the radar of powerful factions—and making enemies he didn’t ask for. With shadowy organizations watching him, dangerous figures hunting him, and an A.I. constantly trying to escalate every situation into a full-scale war, Chris has no choice but to adapt—or die trying. But in a galaxy where power determines survival, he’s quickly learning that controlling R.A.G.E. isn’t just about keeping himself alive. It might just decide the future itself. *** This work will be participating in the 2025 Spirity Awards. Upload schedule: Every Tuesday and Wednesday with a minimum of 4ch/week (I’m a working man. My apologies, readers.) 500 Power Stones/week= 1 extra chp every week for the first three months. First 20 reviews = 1 extra chapter a week for the month. Every 50 golden tickets gifted (when contracted) will unlock a chapter designated at 1 coin for the first three months after being contracted and going premium. (Applies to privilege as well.) That is all. Thank you for reading and don’t forget to add to your library and comment while reading. It motivates me.

After a group of gods kill him by mistake, a man gets reincarnated in a different world with powers granted to him as an apology. In the new world, the man finds many new friends and fights strong enemies. Will he be able to defeat them all with his new powers?

Ren, a typical high schooler, decides to take an alternate route home from school. Little did he know that this choice would lead him to his death...or did he? He's tasked with saving a world from it's demise by the hands of the Demon King. Sounds like a story full of adventure, right? However, a man naturally attracts a harem in this world due to it's declining population. And with relationships comes responsibilities. And that's just the tip of the iceberg as adjusting to a new world is not as simple as stories make it out to be. In addition, knowing that his actions can possibly cost the populace their lives leads to immense pressure on his shoulders. This is just some of what awaits the protagonist in just part 1 of this of this multipart and multiversal storyline. There are things moving on a much grander scale, and everything must be balanced, including his abnormal existence. Equilibrium is...inevitable. -comments- I had a few goals for writing this story, but this will come to light way down the line (probably in several years). I decided to go in the opposite direction from plots of similar stories. That's why I'll get most of the romance out of the way in the first 2 parts (loose plan). The rest of the parts will focus on world building and battles. If you think the protagonist is overpowered at the start...you have no idea. -the picture is AI generated and not an accurate reflection of the story. -I am a fulltime worker who writes irregularly and slowly (physical typing speed). I write when I can and will post once monthly. -nudity is depicted, but it is not of the 'ecchi' genre (hate panty shots and needless fan service that doesn't add to character development). -Intercourse happens but is not detailed. -this is a war stricken world, so unsavory things happen. Please keep that in mind for things unsaid but implied. I try to keep things as lighthearted as possible while trying to keep it as realistic as possible. -I wrote this as if watching it in my head, which influenced the writing style. Also, when reading novels, if there are multiple characters, I sometimes find it hard to distinguish who's talking as I can see multiple characters saying what was written. I decided to always make it clear who's talking, so it turned into a book/script/anime hybrid. -any feedback, including typos, are much appreciated. Upload Schedule: 1st of every month (wish I had time to do it more frequently, but alas, responsibilities. I am not writing to become an author, but only for myself and my own mental health. If the opportunity presented itself, sure, why not? However, I can't justify the risks for pursuing something I don't have an absolute diehard passion for. I have immense respect for those who can pursue it and overcoming the obstacles. I sincerely apologise to anyone reading it in its early days and wishes for more confident. I only thought of stories for myself for many years, but I found myself forgetting parts of my stories. That's why I decided to write them down and record them online, leaving a piece of me out there for hopefully eternity. My goal is not short-term, but very long-term. I just hope that someday, long after I'm gone, someone will read my work and they were happy that they had done so. Just the thought of that makes me content. I hope you understand that I would only upload more frequently and pursue a career in this if my work profoundly resonated with people, so much so that it basically forced me to be an author.

In the glittering metropolis of Rainmere City, Jiang Yeming conceals a stunning secret beneath his unassuming role as a scorned son-in-law. Born into the wealthiest family in the world—the enigmatic Jiang dynasty, ranked number one in global influence—he lives quietly under his ambitious wife, Lan Yueran, a rising real estate star, enduring the biting scorn of her mother, Feng Xuelan. But when danger looms—a sabotaged business deal with Goldrise Holdings and a deadly attack targeting Lan—Jiang’s dormant power erupts. Trained in ancient martial arts and bound by a vow to protect Lan’s ailing father, he steps from the shadows to shield her from a treacherous plot led by his cunning cousin, Jiang Ruifeng, and ruthless gangs like the Red Fang.From electrifying battles at the Velvet Crown Lounge to masterful strategies that bolster Lan’s empire, Jiang transforms from a low-key outcast into the Dragon Sovereign, heir to an unrivaled legacy. As a forbidden romance ignites between them amid the chaos, the truth of his family’s supremacy unfolds, promising a clash for dominance that could reshape their world. Packed with pulse-pounding action, sizzling tension, and jaw-dropping twists, this tale of hidden royalty and redemption will keep you hooked chapter after chapter!

William Rose. A villain destined to die offscreen—forgotten, erased. And now? I am him, trapped in a story that’s already written me off. In a world where villains die quietly and heroes wear masks, maybe it’s time for someone worse to step up. *** "Damn it." An angry voice broke the stillness, low and bitter. "William Rose. Of all people… it had to be him." A boy lounged on the crimson velvet sofa, posture lazy but eyes burning. One leg draped over the other, fingers drumming a slow, restless rhythm against the armrest. As his gaze drifted to the ceiling, tracing the ornate carvings, he muttered, "Just... Why does it have to be him?"

In the year 2135, on the Blue Planet, a massive tower clawed its way into the sky — black as night, wreathed in a gloomy aura that devoured the sun, the moon, and the hopes of humanity. At that moment, every human received a system — a power that felt almost like a game, complete with levels, abilities, and stat screens. But it wasn’t a game. The system’s warning was clear and merciless: Clear every ten floors within six months, or the tower will devour your world. Three years had passed since the tower’s arrival. Humanity clawed its way up, floor by floor, desperate to survive. No one knew how many floors there were — only that each one was deadlier than the last. And now, in this desperate struggle, Alem and his friends had reached Floor 41, hoping to hunt monsters and level up, to grow strong enough to keep climbing. But they hadn’t expected this. In the depths of a dark dungeon, Alem fought for his life. A monstrous angel, wreathed in divine light, bore down on him like the wrath of the heavens. Its level didn’t even appear on the system — an anomaly, a creature not meant to exist on Floor 41. “Run!” Alem shouted to his comrades. “I’ll hold it back!” But betrayal came in the form of a friend’s blade, driven through his side in a moment of desperation. His best friend. The man who had fought by his side for sixteen years — almost two decades of laughter, hardship, and unspoken loyalty — turned his blade on him. “I’m sorry…” the man whispered, his voice raw with regret. “I have to save them. We can’t all die here.” Alem sank to his knees, blood gushing from the wound, warm and sticky as it pooled around him. The world blurred as memories flickered through his mind: the countless nights they had spent side by side, dreaming of conquering the tower three years ago — the tower that demanded humanity clear every ten floors within six months or face extinction. He wanted to scream, to rage against the betrayal… but in the end, there was only emptiness. “So… this is how it ends,” Alem thought bitterly. His heart was too tired to rage, too worn out to even grieve the betrayal of someone he had trusted with everything. In the face of betrayal, he felt… nothing. The angel’s brilliance grew until everything was swallowed by white light. And then… time stopped. A figure appeared in the stillness, lounging in the air as though reclining on an invisible couch. She wore a stunning purple dress that shimmered with moonlight, her long, wavy purple hair framing her face. Her golden eyes, bright and divine, were half-lidded with sleepiness. “Ah… what a mess,” she drawled

"Somehow, our most normal friend is the least normal person we know." Leo Arclight doesn’t talk much. He sits, blinks, occasionally breathes. That's it. So imagine our shock when we find him hanging out with a global superstar. Casual. Like it’s brunch with Grandma. “Are we being punked?” “Maybe he has a twin?” “Maybe we’re the side characters.” From surprise airport appearances to blurry cameos in VIP lounges, Leo’s trail of accidental chaos makes no sense. And every time we ask? He just shrugs. Now we’re on a mission: uncover the truth about our lowkey classmate who's either secretly famous… or dangerously unlucky. Spoiler: It’s both. And Leo? Yeah, he’s still just wondering when lunch is.

She's Lyka Kristine Hoffman in her past life. Because of the explosion she transmigrated into a very fragile, delicate,weak little lady of the Zhao family. Everybody loves her. Everybody dotes on her. But the best life that she thought that will still be the best till the end will crumble. Hopes will shuttered. She thought that in this life she will lead a very beautiful life full of hope and happiness but fairy tales doesn't really exist in her case maybe in others but mine? Nuh uh. But she will take her revenge no matter what. She will ask their lives for the payment of their sins. She will be the judge, the ruler and be the manipulator of the scenes. She will make their lives miserable. They are just a chess pieces in her game, a pawn to be exact. "You played my life before but now is my turn" But what if she will discover that the things that she know is just the tip of the iceberg? Thousands of secrets will be unraveled, all the lies will be discovered. Her life is full of mystery. Her life is fall of ups and downs like a roller coaster but the best thing that happened to her is being with HIM. Being with the best man in the world that loves and dotes her really makes her think that God isn't that against her. Him ...the mysterious Second Young master Lu of the Capital. The mysterious head of the Lu family that even just a mention of his name makes you shivered and flinch. He's very scary, rumored to be ugly and old. But only Miss Zhao knows that the Old and Ugly Second Young Master Lu they are talking about is a very handsome and loving guy. Proof of his love is that she always wake up late every morning with aching body full of love bites and marks. THIS IS MY OWN STORY. The characters and events in this story are purely fictional. I made this story because of the influence of chinese novels I've read for the past years. But English is not my first Language so bear with it guys and this is not edited also. P.s: The book's cover doesn't belong to me.

The moment I transmigrated as Lucian, the Empire's discarded prince, I found myself exiled to a desolate frozen wasteland and sentenced to immediate execution! On the brink of death, memories from my previous life surged—I was Azrael, the supreme ruler of the Abyssal Demon Realm! From the depths of my soul, my hidden cheat [Abyssal Dominion Core] activated! [Ding! Critical condition detected, emergency protocols initiated!] [Authority Unlocked: First Summoning permission granted!] [Available Summon: Azagor, Demon Lord of War!] Facing the knight captain's sinister grin, I merely smirked and uttered the true name. In the next instant, the sky split apart, and Azagor descended from Hell itself, crushing the knight captain into paste beneath his feet! "Holy crap! Is it already over?" No, this is just the beginning! [Ding! You killed 10 Holy Knights, Authority Points +500!] [Congratulations! Territory established, "Demon Lord Lootbox" function unlocked!] Need a strategist? Spend points to summon [Mephistor, Demon of Wisdom]—enemy prime ministers turn traitor in seconds! Need an assassin? Summon [Lilithea, Demon of Shadows], and the enemy emperor's head hits the ground by nightfall! Need a blacksmith? [Beltharos, Demon Forger] says hello—mass-produced artifacts, anyone? While the entire continent trembles at the unexpected rise of an exiled prince, I'm simply lounging on my throne in the Demon Realm, leisurely contemplating which Demon Lord to summon next from my legendary lineup of twelve...