Shao Kahn Taunt

In the heart of a quiet town, a centuries-old curse stirs from the shadows. Long ago, on Valentine’s Day, Mary’s life ended in betrayal and blood. Now, her spirit lingers in a monstrous vessel—a cursed cat that brings death to any who dare speak her name. When teenage orphan Tasha Monroe adopts a stray cat at her boarding school, she unknowingly invites an ancient evil into her life. As students begin to vanish and chilling whispers of Mary’s curse resurface, fear grips the school’s ivy-covered halls. No one is safe from the creature that lurks in the night—a monster that kills without warning and vanishes without a trace. But the horror doesn’t end with bloodshed. It plays with its prey—taunting, lurking, and feeding on their terror. As Tasha becomes entangled in the legend, she realizes the curse is more personal than she could have imagined. With the town descending into chaos and the shadows tightening around her, Tasha must uncover the truth behind Mary’s wrath. But the question remains—can the monster be stopped, or is death inevitable once the name Mary is spoken? In Black Valentine, love and betrayal intertwine with vengeance and blood. And once the curse is awakened, the only gift Valentine’s Day brings… is death.

She supported the entire company through the arranged marriage. Five years later, she only received the brutal truth: "The only reason I married you is that it was the condition my grandpa set for granting me the inheritance of the company." She was overwhelmed by sadness and anger. Then, suddenly, he appeared, extended a helping hand to her, and said coldly, "Listen, you hurt those who hurt you. That's what fairness is." Since then, she found herself trapped in this complex relationship with this tycoon... She tried to resist, saying, "We're not suited for each other." He replied, "You've already tried whether we're suited or not. Now you want to leave? That's being irresponsible." "I'm divorced." "How can we get married if you're not divorced? Bigamy is a crime." Abandoned, she surrendered herself to him, a man of immense power, who gave her the whole world. He dotes on her so much that no one dares to bully her... [Highlight One] "You know what? In love, those who are not loved are considered mistresses." A woman taunted her. "So what? I'm the legal wife. Until I'm divorced, you'll always be the mistress." She replied indifferently. Although she disdained the title, she wouldn't allow herself to be insulted. "So be polite to me. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll give you this position as a bone to a pitiful dog." That woman instantly felt extremely ashamed. [Highlight Two] "Boss, today is the opening of Madam's gallery, but her rival's also opening their business on the same day. What should we do?" His assistant asked. "Tell all the media that I'm going to propose to her today, and anyone who attends will receive a red envelope." He sneered. As soon as the news was released, all the media came to her gallery, and all the billboards in the city were live streaming this grand and romantic proposal. As the sky rained with roses, he appeared, holding a red rose and kneeling in front of her, saying, "Marry me." This man, who had never been known for his romantic gestures, suddenly gave her a surprise! It moved her to tears...

Shao He, heir to a family renowned for medical and poison skills, a top special agent of the 21st century, unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pathetic Madam Marquis who had been tortured to death! And on that very night, she was thrown into the Mass Burial Mound! Looking at the newborn in her arms, Shao He resolved to live a splendid life in this foreign world! From then on! She was the Divine Doctor who aided the world! She was the fearsome Poison Queen! She possessed wealth to rival nations! She was also an astonishing scholar! And the Marquis, filled with regret, wished he could kill himself on the spot, "He'er, I was wrong, you...” “Shut up, I am now the Empress!”

Depois de morrer inesperadamente, ela renasceu como uma garotinha de dez anos em uma antiga família de agricultores, com poucos cômodos em sua casa e ainda menos hectares de terra, sem contar uma casa cheia de idosos, fracos, doentes e deficientes. Felizmente, os mais velhos da família eram bondosos e honestos, seus irmãos amorosos e bem-naturezados, e os vizinhos harmoniosos e amigáveis. Para Yang Mengchen, que havia sofrido o tormento de seus parentes e suportado todo tipo de zombaria e reprimenda desde jovem, isso foi verdadeiramente uma bênção do céu. Para sustentar a família que amava, ela assumiu resolutamente a pesada responsabilidade de prover para eles. Se ela, uma CEO corporativa moderna que já havia dominado o mundo dos negócios, não pudesse alimentar uma família, então quem poderia? Receitas farmacêuticas, construção de estufas, abertura de lojas... Não só sua família começou a viver uma vida confortável e próspera, mas ela também liderou as aldeias ao redor na criação de uma magnífica cena pastoral! Com dinheiro e fama, conforme cresceu, Yang Mengchen decidiu que era hora de escolher um marido, e assim, jovens talentos de todo o mundo começaram a afluir para ela. Quem diria que um deus da morte de rosto sombrio estaria bloqueando a entrada da Casa da Família Yang? "Você é alto demais, você é baixo demais, você é gordo demais, você é magro demais, você é escuro demais, você é pálido demais, você é ignorante, você é enganoso e astuto... Todos eliminados!" Num instante, a entrada estava vazia, e Yang Mengchen ficou instantaneamente furiosa, "Príncipe, você afugentou todos. Como vou escolher um marido agora?" "Quero ver quem ousa casar com você. Não me importaria em enviá-lo ao Submundo como um noivo!" Yang Mengchen... Um certo Príncipe contava seus méritos nos dedos: "Tenho poder, prestígio e substância, sem concubinas, sem amores secretos, sem devaneios — Eu incorporo os padrões das três obediências e quatro virtudes de um marido... Em resumo, só eu, este homem bom sem igual, sou digno de você!" Os guardas: Ó sábio e valente Príncipe, é realmente bom ser tão deficiente em seu papel de marido?

Nine Realms Sword Emperor, a legend returns, leveling everything. Genius monsters, trampled underfoot, powerful beings, wiped out with a wave of a hand. If people do not offend me, I will not offend them; if people do offend me, annihilate their entire family.

After binge-playing a game for seventy-two hours, the single-player streamer Yang Yu, who made his living selling game guides, quietly passed away in his bed. Unaware of his own death, he was invited by a deity to conquer an RPG game, and was persuaded into choosing the hardest civilian starter. Couldn't even defeat a single slime after leaving the novice village? Want to learn a taunt skill but have to actually verbally taunt? And the gacha only yields trash? Faced with numerous hardships, he actually... got excited. A true gamer never fears challenges; they only fear the game being too easy. As his sparse panel began filling out, Yang Yu felt an unprecedented satisfaction swell within him, and he became addicted to making waves, unable to stop himself. 'Hey? There seems to be a lone hero up ahead. Watch as I turn him into a unit of combat power! Damn, I’ve been spotted. Hero, don't run away!'

The legend of the continent, the battle that brought fame; the Sacred Phoenix Lady, the Windfire Meteor Godrealm saber-art; the pair that ascend and fuse, the golden sun and the blue moon, the fury of the crashing thunder. There is no magic, no battle qi, nor any martial arts in this land. However, there are martial spirits. Ten thousand years have passed since the founding of the Tang Sect on the Douluo continent, and it has declined. A new, proud generation of heaven’s chosen has been born. Can the new generation of Shrek’s Seven Devils rally the Tang Sect and once more compose the song of the Unrivaled Tang Sect? A million-year-old spirit beast, a sacred deathgod that holds the sun, the moon, and the stars in his hands, and a brand new spirit tool system which caused the fall of the Tang sect. One miracle shall occur after another. Can the Tang Sect’s hidden weapons rally the winds, and can the glory of the Tang Sect ascend once more? All of this will be continued in the second installment of Douluo Dalu—The Unrivaled Tang Sect!

The worldwide epidemic of the new virus was just the beginning; after the vast majority of the population was infected, the virus began to mutate inside the human body as if it were under programmed control. Within half a month, 99 per cent of the infected life forms had turned into uncontrollable monsters. Shao Ming, who is studying in England, receives word that there is still an uninfected safe zone in his distant home. Now he must travel across the entire Eurasian continent to find that last piece of pure land.

In the vast river of time, all names are destined to be forgotten—except one. Shao Xian, once the Sovereign of Dao, stood above all existence, mastering the fundamental laws that shaped reality itself. Yet, betrayal came not from enemies, but from those closest to him—Ancient Deities, Celestial Emperors, and Primordial Entities conspired to bring his downfall. Surrounded and outnumbered, Shao Xian fell, his name erased from history. But fate is a cruel joke. Reborn in the body of a weak, nameless youth in a world bound by lesser laws, Shao Xian awakens with all his memories intact. This world may see him as nothing—but he is still the one who once ruled the heavens. This time, he will not repeat the mistakes of the past. There will be no mercy, no attachments—only absolute dominance.

The twelve zodiac animals represent the twelve months of the year, yet unbeknownst to many, they also symbolize twelve guardians. These guardians, inheritors of the zodiac lineage, possess abilities linked to their respective signs and silently protect the East. The Kirin, a symbol of auspiciousness in Eastern mythology, heralds the arrival of a king endowed with the Kirin's lineage. This ruler will unite the twelve zodiac animals, dedicating his entire strength to safeguard the East. Enter the rogue Kirin, traversing the human world, weaving urban legends. The story of the twelve zodiac guardians unfolds within the pages of this tale, blending myth with the modern day in a captivating narrative.

Ten thousand years later, ice has melted. The Soul Federation Scientific Exploration team found an egg with a gold and silver pattern on it in the far north of the land, and after examining it with an apparatus, they found out that there were vital signs inside. They hurriedly brought it back to the institute for hatching. The egg hatched, but it was a baby, a baby exactly the same as a human - a baby born out of an egg.

Gu Jin the boss of a top mafia organization was stunned to find that she had suddenly arrived in Magic World. She thought she transmigrated in a novel about Magic, and she became a supporting character who would die protecting the Female lead, and this is all due to her incompetency in magic. Gu Jin laughed 'incompetency?' She can die in every possible way but not due to incompetency. Before transmigration, she was the queen of the mafia world, a strong-willed iron lady. After transmigration, she became a good-for-nothing? She was nothing but a potential mage. She took an oath to become a Heaven Rank Mage. Every colleague of hers despised her until one day they got to know about her potential. Incompetency? She has a special body type which grants her power to have multiple elements while others only had few. Not talented enough? While others were cultivating and having trouble learning alchemy, she cultivated, made formulas of her own, and learned other things too. Is poor? Sorry with her talent in business and alchemy, she had built a business empire of her own and ranks among the top rich individuals! Does she have no supporters? The citizens of Fujio worship her like a god. Her popularity is more than that of the female lead. Has no family? So what! The little boy she adopted is Beast Tamer, the little girl she rescued was a Mystic cultivator. But the drama began when her biological family picked her up. Turns out the Female Lead was the fake daughter and Gu Jin was the real daughter. The Female lead warned her, "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Third Sister are too cold, if they ignore you and you feel hurt I will apologize on their behalf, after all, I am their beloved person." Gu Jin didn't have much hope from her biological family, since the female lead was so lovable... she was sure that they wouldn't love her. However... The Eldest Brother of the family patted Gu Jin's head, "I bought this Star Level Artifact for fun you can have it." Gu Jin: "..." The Second Brother of the family who had a cold nature chuckled, "Who dares to taunt Gu Jin? I will chop off their finger...I mean I will have a civilized talk with them! " Gu Jin:"..." The Third Sister of the family secret sneaked into Gu Jin's room every day and claimed to have a headache, "Sister Jin~ Let me sleep with you~ I am having a headache." Gu Jin: "..." Was the female lead telling her the truth? Why was everything so different? .............................................. Follow the journey of Gu Jin to become a powerful mage. This is an original work. My English is not so good so please bear with me.

"I was dead today. Or at least, I thought I was." Iyra wakes up in her bed, her hands trembling as she touches her face—warm, real, alive. But wasn’t she just dying? Wasn’t she supposed to be…gone? Before she can make sense of it, a flash of blinding light crashes onto the rooftop of an abandoned museum. And then—darkness. When she opens her eyes again, she’s somewhere else. A hospital. An unfamiliar time. A world that is almost hers but not quite right. Her home is no longer her own, and strangers now live in it. The calendar taunts her with an impossible truth: April 15, 2000. Iyra is caught in a terrifying cycle—waking up in different versions of reality, each shifting before she can grasp what’s happening. The universe is rewriting itself, forcing her into timelines where she never existed. If she can’t find a way to fit into one of them, she will begin to fade, slipping into non-existence. But she’s not the only one trapped. A stranger—one who should have never met her—keeps appearing in these fractured worlds. Together, they must uncover the truth: Is this a cruel fate? A punishment? Or is someone rewriting time itself? As the echoes of her death grow louder, Iyra must race against time before she vanishes completely. Because the more she fights her fate, the more reality fights back. ---

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.

Neko entered the world as a fragile soul, his delicate frame and frail constitution making him an easy target for ridicule. From the moment he could walk, whispers and jeers followed him like shadows. But amidst the cruelty, there was one unwavering light—his sister, Nakemi. With her bunny-like features, soft ears twitching at every sound, she stood as his fierce protector, shielding him from the world’s harshness. While others saw weakness, Nakemi saw strength in her brother, a quiet resilience that others were too blind to notice. The world itself was once ordinary, until the day an ancient god, seething with rage, unleashed a curse upon the land. The curse twisted reality, warping people into hybrids of myth and beast. Some grew wings, others sprouted tails, and a rare few were gifted with extraordinary powers. Chaos reigned as the mutated struggled to adapt, and monstrous creatures, born of the curse, roamed the land with a singular purpose: destruction. In the midst of this turmoil, Emperor Shang-hi rose as a beacon of order. He summoned all those who had been granted powers, forming an elite team to protect the kingdom. With their combined strength, he erected a colossal resistance shield, a shimmering barrier that safeguarded the land from the horrors beyond. His son, Prince Han, was among the chosen—a natural leader with a commanding presence and a power that radiated like the sun. He was tasked with leading the team, though his heart harbored a secret he dared not reveal: a growing affection for Neko, the frail boy with angelic wings and a quiet determination. Neko’s mutation had transformed him in ways no one could have predicted. From his back sprouted pristine white wings, soft as clouds and radiant with an otherworldly glow. A golden halo hovered above his head, and a third eye, mysterious and all-seeing, appeared on his forehead. Yet, despite these divine features, his body remained fragile, his strength limited. His sister, Nakemi, had become a nimble bunny-girl, her agility and speed unmatched, but her protective instincts toward Neko only grew stronger. When Neko joined the power sect, he was thrust into a world of rigorous training. Swords, bows, and other weapons became his daily companions. To everyone’s surprise, Neko showed an aptitude for the bow, his aim precise and steady, and a modest skill with the sword. But his teammates were far from kind. They mocked his slender frame, taunted his weakness, and dismissed him as a liability. Only Prince Han saw beyond the surface, his admiration for Neko’s quiet perseverance deepening with each passing day. As the team trained and prepared for the battles ahead, the threat of the cursed monsters loomed ever closer. These creatures, twisted and malevolent, sought only to destroy, their very existence a testament to the ancient god’s wrath. Neko, despite his physical limitations, carried a resolve that burned brighter than any flame. He would prove himself, not just to his teammates, but to the world—and perhaps, in doing so, he would uncover the true extent of the power hidden within his fragile form. The stage was set for a tale of courage, love, and redemption, where the weakest would rise to become the strongest, and where the bonds of family and loyalty would be tested against the darkness of a cursed world.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

King Maxwell had it all. youth, power, and wealth. But his heart belonged to only one woman: Elena. She was neither of noble blood nor royalty, yet she captured his soul in a way no one else could. Their love was fierce, defying the objections of the royal family and the expectations of the kingdom. But despite his devotion, Elena was never truly accepted. Whispers of her unworthiness filled the palace halls, and the royal family was relentless in their attempts to remove her. Their final blow came in the form of a calculated betrayal. A carefully chosen noble maiden was sent to seduce the king, and she succeeded. When Elena discovered the ultimate betrayal, her heart shattered. Tired of the taunts, the rejection, and now the ultimate disgrace, she fled the palace, leaving everything behind, including the secret growing within her. Unknowingly to her, she carried the future of the kingdom in her womb. Far from the opulent world she once knew, Elena built a humble life as a waitress, raising her son as a commoner, keeping his royal heritage a secret. She vowed that he would never know the pain she endured. Eight years passed. King Alexander remained childless despite every effort with his new queen. His desperation for an heir consumed him, but fate had other plans. When an unexpected revelation exposes the existence of his long-lost son, the king embarks on a relentless quest to find his missing heir. But Elena is not the same woman who once walked the palace halls. She has nothing but hatred for the man who betrayed her. And she will do anything to protect her son from the world that once tore her apart, even if it means defying a king. Now, the battle is no longer about love, it’s about a mother’s fight for her son and a king’s fight for his legacy. Will their lost affection rekindle their past romance?

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

In a world where fate seemed sealed, Ray seized a rare opportunity to rewrite his past. Reincarnated eleven times, he had repeatedly failed to vanquish the hero protagonist who stood in his way. The unwavering support of the twelve Heroines, who rallied behind the hero protoganist with unshakeable loyalty, had made him successful in taking down the Villain, Ray. Undeterred, Ray concocted a cunning plan. He would charm the Heroines, making them fall deeply in love with him. With their hearts in his grasp, he would manipulate their actions, crippling their ability to aid the hero in the impending final war. As the villain, Ray relished the chaos he would unleash upon the world. He would taunt the hero, making himself the ultimate target. But that was just the only beginning of his plan, as he would do much more evil things that would seem crazy for a human being to do. Yet, Ray's ultimate goal was to claim the Heroines as his own, transforming them from the hero's destined harem into his loyal wives. Armed with the knowledge gleaned from his past lives, Ray was determined to turn the tables. This was his last chance at redemption, and he vowed not to squander it. With ruthless ambition burning within, Ray set out to orchestrate his ultimate triumph. Updates: 1-2 chaps per day for now.

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

For years, Alpha Lucas taunted and was cruel to Clara, making her feel so less of herself. As a result of this, she became weak, and there was nothing she could do to go against the powerful Alpha who liked making her life a living hell. Eventually, Clara escaped and fell off a cliff. She was presumed dead by Lucan, but she survived. Five years later, Clara returned. A string a fierce Omega, she wasn't the timid lady he once knew, and she is determined to seek her revenge. To make Lucas pay for the things he had done to her. However, fate has other plans for her. A revelation comes into play and she finds out that she is tied to Lucas by a made bond, making their destinies become one. Clara struggles to reconcile her hatred for Lucas, she begins to develop feelings for the man she never thought she would whenever he is so close to her. Can Clara truly hate the man who once made her life a living hell knowing that her heart is now bound to his?

When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- Chapter are going to be super short so don't complain.

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The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

AUTHOR: Tang Jia San Shao TRANSLATOR: Totobro Synopsis : While the demons were rising, mankind was about to become extinct. Six temples rose, and protected the last of mankind. A young boy joins the temple as a knight to help his mother. During his journey of wonders and mischief in the world of temples and demons, will he be able to ascend to become the strongest knight and inherit the throne?

Shao Ming is the bastard grandson of his clan, and is looked down upon and make fun of. He is constantly bullied and one day something tragic happens to his family. When he has the chance to rise up and take revenge he does.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Male MC| No-Harem| No Yuri| No Yaoi| No NTR A/N: Actually I wasn’t planning to give a full synopsis, but here it is... though I can't promise it'll be easy to explain without giving too much away. Some things are best discovered as you go, don’t you think? ____________________ ____________________ "You're a monster! How could you do this to her? Isn’t she your—" "Yes. She’s my wife. So, I’ll protect her however I want." Kael Ardent is the weakest adventurer in Velhart Town—timid, unremarkable, and scorned by all. At least, that’s what everyone believes. Beneath that fragile facade lies the most feared killer in the underworld, a man who strikes without hesitation, leaving no trace behind. A man who kills not for pleasure, nor coin, but for a purpose buried deep within his dark past. Seraphina Ardent, the kingdom’s strongest knight, is everything Kael pretends not to be—proud, noble, and bound to the unshakable laws of justice. As the captain of the Royal Knight Order, she has dedicated her life to eradicating criminals, never once straying from her path. But despite her strength, she is shackled to a cold, loveless marriage—one arranged by noble duty, binding her to a man she neither respects nor understands. By day, she scorns him. By night, she hunts the elusive assassin who stains the streets with blood. Unaware that the killer she so desperately seeks shares her bed. Kael enjoys pushing her buttons, taunting her with lazy smiles and harmless jests, never expecting the lines between amusement and something far more dangerous to blur. But when he realizes that unseen forces are moving against his wife—his duty shifts. Protecting Seraphina means continuing his life as a killer, eliminating threats before they reach her. Yet the inevitable looms ever closer. When Seraphina finally uncovers the truth—when she realizes that the man she swore to arrest is the same man she has unknowingly come to care for—what will she choose? Her unyielding duty… or the husband she was never meant to love? In a world where deception and justice collide, Kael and Seraphina must navigate a perilous path—facing enemies in the shadows and within their own hearts. But when swords are drawn and the final truth is laid bare, will love be enough to bridge the divide between an assassin’s sins and a knight’s unshakable oath? But one question remains: Can he save her? --- A/N: I'd be happy to get feedback as this is my first book. This will show that I actually have readers. Thanks. ____________________ ____________________ Update Schedule: Every Saturday 11:00 PM GMT (+6) 01:00 AM GMT (+8) (Sunday) Per Chapter Length: 1300-2000 words.

Sydney thought dating her longtime crush, Jason, was the start of her dream life—until a devastating family secret revealed he might be her half-brother. But if that’s true, why can’t she shake her feelings for him? Meanwhile, Tyra has uncovered a chilling truth about her adoptive parents: they murdered her biological family to steal her inheritance—and now they’ll do whatever it takes to silence her. She faces an impossible choice: hunt or be hunted. Bound by loyalty, haunted by dark secrets, and taunted by forbidden love, the two best friends are hurtling toward a truth that could shatter their lives. As their worlds collide, the choices they make could mean survival—or destruction—for them both.

"Do you really not get it or you're just plain dumb? I said, we're married now, Mr Ricci. I'm not going anywhere and there's nothing you can do about it,"she spoke, a taunting smile on her face. He clenched his jaw, trying hard to not let his temper slip out of control. He leaned in close, a look of danger on his face but she didn't move. "You're serious about staying, aren't you?"something indescribable flickered in his eyes. "Three months,"he spoke, moving backwards. "Huh?"she frowned. "Three months is all it takes and you'll leave on your own,"he spoke confidently and she scoffed. "We'll see about that, Axolotl,"she jibed with a smirk. Life as a doctor was everything for Adele. Saving lives, helping in solving health related cases, was the perfect escape from reality she needed. Her slightly perfect life took a sudden twist the moment her foster mother forced down a proposal on her. She was to get married to someone she knew nothing about, in her elder sister's stead. She had to succumb in order to save her career. As unfair as it was, she had to bow to their proposal. But then, she somehow came to realize she knew the supposed guy she's supposed to marry. They met once, overseas, and had hated each other since first glance. How on earth would they cope? He wasn't aware about the sudden change of bride, would he still want her with him when he realizes it's the only girl he's ever hated?