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In the scorching village of Ẹkààrò, hunger runs deeper than the cracked red earth. Iyiola known simply as Iyi is no ordinary young man. Born with water in his lungs and stars in his palms, he carries a restless hunger that food cannot fill. What he truly craves is gold a symbol of power, wealth, and escape from a life tethered by poverty. By day, Iyi drifts through the dusty streets stained by Lagos grime. By night, he dives into the flickering glow of cyber cafes, hacking and scamming his way toward a dream that slips further away with every stolen dime. When danger closes in, he flees into the rain-soaked shadows, chased not just by men but by something ancient and unseen. An enigmatic herbalist offers Iyi a cryptic choice: to leave the world he knows behind and journey into a hidden realm where true wealth is weighed not by coins or diamonds, but by the soul’s price. With a bar of black soap pulsing like a heartbeat in his hands, Iyi steps into a world both familiar and surreal a silent market where riches vanish like smoke and where he is no longer one of them. The Weight of Gold is a gripping urban fantasy that explores the price of ambition, the pull of heritage, and the perilous quest for a treasure that could cost everything. Will Iyi find the gold he seeks or lose himself chasing it?

[No Trash Protagonist] [No Harem] [Farming & Clan Management]  The path to immortality is one of solitude, of loneliness, of chilling heights where few can stand.  Song Changsheng arrives with a Daoist scripture in hand. Faced with the earnest guidance of his elders, the high hopes of his clan, and the hardships threatening their survival...  He and countless sons of the Song family push forward against the current—generation after generation passing on the torch, falling and rising—until the Song Immortal Clan stands tall atop the world!  And when he one day looks back from the summit, all the trials and tribulations of the past will be but smoke in the wind. 

They call him Ghost. A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles. To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake. To his enemies, he’s a death sentence. To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family. But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke. After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order: "That was your last mission." Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him. But war forged more than his body and name. Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret. One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms. He’s not just a weapon. He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood. A man of many names, and many shadows. Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes. And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

A new work from the author of 'Astral Pet Store', welcome to enjoy it! ———— In chaotic times, one seeks survival; in prosperous times, one seeks fame. Despite being weathered by the vicissitudes of life, the Great Yu Dynasty still found itself in an era of prosperity. In the northwest, a youth trekked nine thousand miles on foot, slaying the Great Demon alone to compete for a lifetime of glory. In Long Lake, an unmatched Grandmaster hurried to the mortal realm to establish a sect, leaving his name to be revered for a hundred generations. In the imperial capital, a saintly figure spread his teachings far and wide, with followers throughout Qingzhou, his legacy lasting forever. Yet within Qingzhou City, in the compound of a family with a long military heritage, there was a child who never engaged in serious pursuits, instead spending his days playing chess, painting, fishing, and playing the zither. Years later— …… When the sword rose, dragon smoke stretched for three thousand miles, and a single strike wiped out the cities of nine provinces! Among all the laws of the world, only I, have entered the path. …… 【Light-Hearted Humor】【Martial Path Panel】【Art Master】【Scheming】

This text has no male lead, no romance. The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky. Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked. 1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves. 2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold. 3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage. 4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate. 5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner. 6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic. 7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here. 8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate. 9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off. 11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead. 11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404. 12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth. 13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away. There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

【You can skip the Prequel chapters which won't affect your reading】 He cradled an incense burner in his hand and lit thirty minutes of incense. Wisps of blue smoke swirled around, and in that instant, his Divine Thought pierced heaven and earth, all worldly fetters dissolved into nothingness. Such was the Immortal.

A veteran player of "Starry Abyss" and a Meteor Fall Master known as Ace Bro, Li Zi came to the game world with his system template, arriving at the era of the game's beta version. This was the worst of times. Cosmic forces and financial magnates colluded, causing The Gate to the cosmos to be shut, planets' resources exhausted, even sunlight monopolized. It was also the best of times. All the Extraordinary Systems had just started, and in this era, only he possessed the final version patch as a Meteor Fall Master. While people reveled in the smoke of plasma cannons, Li Zi had already torn apart warships with Gravity. As Special Ability users proudly indulged in their awakened abilities, Moonlight had already become a servant to Li Zi. When the Interstellar Fleet crossed the Galaxy, Li Zi had just ignited the forty-second Stellar, illuminating the entire cosmos. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long and have forgotten that this Starry Sky should belong to us all," he said gently, holding a black hole in his hand while facing an indescribable native Evil God.

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

# 1V1 # KASIH SAYANG YANG TUMBUH SEIRING WAKTU Ibu tiri Shi Qian menjebaknya dan memaksanya menikah dengan seorang pria yang koma. Ada tiga hal bagus tentang pria itu. Dia kaya, tampan... dan tidak bisa bangun! Fu Sinian, yang sudah koma lebih dari tiga tahun, terbangun dan menemukan bahwa ia tiba-tiba memiliki istri. Istri kecilnya itu putih, cantik, dan memiliki kaki panjang. "Jika kau tidak mencintaiku, aku tidak membutuhkanmu!" kata Fu Sinian dan dengan dingin melemparkan surat perceraian.***Tidak lama kemudian, Shi Qian yang terkenal tertangkap kamera di mobil mewah Fu Sinian. Fu Sinian mengklarifikasi hal ini dan berkata, “Nyonya Shi dan saya saling kenal.” Netizens: “Hanya saling kenal? Mereka berdua diantar di mobil yang sama! Kami menunggu kalian menampar kami dengan kata-kata kalian, Tuan Muda Fu! Sembilan juta penggemar menonton dan menunggu!” Tak lama setelah itu, Shi Qian yang populer di kalangan itu sekali lagi tertangkap kamera masuk ke hotel bersamaan dengan Fu Sinian dan baru keluar setelah tiga hari. Fu Sinian mengklarifikasi lagi, “Nyonya Shi dan saya tidak memiliki hubungan seperti itu. Kami tidak pacaran.” Netizens: “Tuan Fu pasti gagal dalam pengejarannya! Jika ada gadis yang tidak bisa diatasi Tuan Muda Fu di dunia ini, itu pasti dewi mereka, Shi Qian!” Tiga puluh juta penggemar terus makan jagung dan menonton dramanya! Kemudian, Shi Qian yang memiliki dua ratus juta penggemar, mengalami mual di pagi hari saat di acara penghargaan Aktris Terbaik! Fu Sinian berjalan ke panggung dengan perlahan dan memeluk pinggang Shi Qian sambil berkata, “Terima kasih atas perhatian semua orang. Nyonya Fu hamil anak kami yang kedua!” Semua dua ratus juta penggemar bingung. Shi Qian yang cantik hamil anak keduanya? Mereka menonton drama itu terungkap sepanjang jalan! Kapan mereka ketinggalan?

She was meant to kneel before the throne. Instead, she set the kingdom on fire. Elira has no name worth remembering—just a past veiled in ash and a spark of forbidden magic she was never meant to carry. Chosen as the bride for Crown Prince Auren, she is thrust from obscurity into a palace of masks and mirrors, where beauty hides cruelty and every oath drips with blood. But Elira is not just another pawn. She is Flameborn—a legacy feared, a prophecy buried, a fire the Crown failed to extinguish. And that fire is rising again. As rebellion spreads like smoke and ancient powers awaken, Elira must choose between love and vengeance, destiny and destruction. With every step, the line between savior and monster blurs. And in the heart of it all stands Prince Auren—the heir bound to a dying throne, torn between the kingdom he swore to protect and the girl who was born to burn it down. Loyalties will shatter. Kingdoms will fall. And in the end, only the fire will decide who survives. In a kingdom ruled by silence, will love survive the fire—or be consumed by it?

The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." —Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said.

When your own stepmom starts pimping you out to her gorgeous, lonely best friends… You know your teenage years won't be normal. Roland didn't know whether to cry, run, or thank the gods. After all, his stepmother wasn't just any woman—she was a smoking-hot cougar with a wicked but mysterious mind, and a dream: To marry him off into her circle of luscious besties. "Yukio, aren't you still bedridden? Want me to send my son over to help you recover~?" That single sentence on a casual video call sealed his fate. ___ That afternoon, Roland received the most absurd gift imaginable—his stepmom handed him a System literally. That’s right. Not a game console. Not money. A real, cheat-like System... the kind usually reserved for transmigrators and chosen ones. Except Roland had transmigrated eighteen years ago, and nothing remotely “chosen” had ever happened since—until now. The catch? It wasn’t just any System. It was the "Mother's Little Tasks" System, formerly owned by his doting (mysterious) mother. And its first mission? [Mission: Go on a blind date.] [Target Options: Yukino Yukio (Mother), Yukino Haruno (Eldest daughter), Yukino Yuki (Younger daughter).] [Warning: Once locked, your chosen girl can never marry anyone else.] [Reward: 1000 Points, one self-selected supernatural ability from Mall] Roland: "...What kind of twisted matchmaking app did I just inherit?" After reading the mission, Roland was stunned. An arranged romance at 18 was already bad—but a binding rule that prevented the chosen girl from marrying anyone else? What if he failed the mission? Would she be alone forever? "And this is supposed to be a System?" "Mom! What the hell is this mission?" Roland asked, his face darkening. "It finally triggered! All those Points I spent transferring the System weren’t wasted," his mother replied cheerfully, ignoring his outrage. "You set this up? Why?" "You’re nearly an adult and you’ve never even dated. Of course I’m worried." "I’m only eighteen! I have college entrance exams next year!" "Exams don’t matter. But youth without love isn’t youth at all." "...Is that something a mother should say?" Roland muttered. Most mothers pushed their kids to study harder—his acted like grades were irrelevant. "What kind of mom does this to her own son? And why is Aunt Yukio even on the target list? That’s just insane!" "Well~, I don’t know what kind of girl you like. The Yukino family has all three types—mature one, ripe, and unripe melon—so I just gave you options." --- [65,983 words free before lock chaps!] Note: -This novel starts slow. -No "catching girls like Pokémon." -MILF supremacy—with Justice for others -HEAVY Slice of life, with natural growth in relationships, jealousy, and emotional development. -For 1st Vol or arc it'll mostly consists of mc progression with others as well as mc and FLs daily life interaction as they deskth with this new situation. -Also there'll be lot of shura field between a mother and her daughter. -No incest. No yuri. No NTR. No r*pe. -No dark tags. -And one MYSTERIOUS mom who believes love matters more than grades—and a System that agrees. -No shortcuts in relationships growth towards bed! -Love will blossom through action, not a line of words from AUTHOR or System tricks. -And yes—the MC is competent. -R18 content will be clearly marked. ***ALL OF MY CLAIMS CAN BE PROVED WHEN YOU READ AT LEAST 20-25 chaps. DON'T READ IF YOU WANT R18 WITHOUT PROGRESSION FOR IT!

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

What is the Truth? What is a Lie? In the palace, no one truly knows. The empire mourns a dead emperor and a lost empress. The throne shines beneath the crown worn by a young and noble second prince -- beloved by all, pitied by many. But when the first prince returns, the air thickens with suspicion. To some, he is the villain who fled in the night. To others, he is the rightful heir, wronged and forgotten. As court whispers twist like smoke and blood ties blur, the brothers must face a question that no one dares to speak aloud: 'Who is the victim? Who is the culprit? In a world of shapeless lies and formless truths, the answer is never what is seems.

I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know—the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right? Wrong. That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford—the heroine of The Crimson Devotion, the first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach—a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language. Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken... and utterly unhinged. "You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you." Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse. "Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you." I thought I was playing the role just fine—smiling, nodding, pretending not to be horrified. But then—plot twist! Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s investigating Marius. Finally—a lifeline. Maybe. Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story. Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy. They’re terrifying. And I might be in way over my head.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.

Ding~ [A message has been sent by the Gods] [Welcome chosen one to the World of Milfs for your trial to attain Godhood. Fulfill the Gods requests and obtain their approval to join us and become a God] [Fail your given request and meet your demise] Ding~ [A request has been sent by the Gods] [The God of Storms Synthia sends a request: Grope your adopted mother's buttocks till you leave marks on her ass] [The God of Music Calliope sends a request: Make your Aunt moan so loud that your neighbours can hear her sweet voice] [The God of Health Fiona sends a request: Lick of the curry that spilled on your neighbour's chest, while her husband watches tv in the room next door] [The God of Stars Noella sends a request: Blackmail your classmate's mother into sucking you off in her son's room] [The God of Wisdom Seraphina sends a request: Drink all the office lady's breast milk straight from the source, that was supposed to be for her baby] I see....So I basically have to do a bunch of naughty and perverted stuff that the Gods want to see me do with a whole lot of smoking hot milfs, for a chance to become God and save my life. What else can I say other then... WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP JOKE IS THIS?!?! Want to know how this all came to be? Then follow our protagonist and his journey to become God by making his own Milf Harem (Warning: This novel is made by a Degenerate for Degenerates, so if you aren't into kinky stuff and prefer vanilla, then this novel isn't for you) •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No blood related Incest - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - A lot of Netori and Stealing - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - No unnecessary Drama - A lot of fleshed out +18 scenes - Finally a very competent protagonist] [This novel is focused on Older Women and Milfs, so don't expect any younger girls unless there's a Oyakodon] [And finally I want all the interactions to feel natural and I want the readers to be invested in the characters, so the story will be fleshed out and not rushed in any way] discord.gg/9hKEN3duBw

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

Dark Fantasy Romance | Betrayal, Dragons, Slow-Burn Tension “He wanted a servant with a sharp tongue. He got a girl who knows how to use it.” When Arin is dragged from her burning village in chains, accused of a legacy she doesn’t understand, she expects to die. Instead, she’s thrown into the deadly glitter of the Kaerethyne court—where dragons decide who rules, every silk-draped noble is a liar, and the Prince who ordered her capture is infamous for leaving lovers broken… or dead. Prince Caldan Kaerythene—scarred, exiled by his own dragon, and haunted by betrayal—wants one thing: to expose the traitor among his blood-soaked kin. For that, he needs a weapon. A girl no one would suspect. What he gets is Arin. A thief with secrets in her blood. A commoner with teeth. And a mind sharp enough to make princes bleed. She was never meant to survive the palace. He was never meant to want her. But in a kingdom ruled by dragons, fire doesn’t kneel. It devours. Enemies-to-lovers. A court of monsters. A chained dragon who judges with smoke instead of flame. And a girl too dangerous to kill, too clever to cage. The crown didn’t steal her. It tried to break her. But she came to win. Perfect for fans of House of the Dragon, Throne of Glass, and dark fantasy with bite. This is a slow-burn romantic epic filled with venomous nobles, ancient secrets, and jaw-dropping betrayals. Read at your own risk. The flames are watching.

They say there is a lamp. Old. Forgotten. Passed from hand to hand. No one knows who crafted it, or when it first appeared. No forge claims its birth. No scholar dares to trace its trail. But everyone remembers the stories. A whispered name, passed from village to village, court to court, battlefield to battlefield. Some say it glows when touched. Others say it hums when it chooses its master. All agree on one thing: It grants three wishes. And with each wish, the world bends. Gold appears from dust. Enemies vanish like smoke. Dead lovers rise. Kingdoms fall. Gods weep. But there is always a price. They say the genie sealed inside once walked the world as a man—a kind man, too kind for the life he left behind. Now bound to the lamp, he watches everything. Remembers everything. He does not sleep. He does not age. He only waits. For the next hand. For the next master. For the next wish. And deep within the lamp, in a chamber of endless stars, a voice echoes to no one: "Wish carefully… because I must answer."

“You don’t remember me yet,” the naked man whispered, smoke curling from his lips, “but your body does.” When ice-cold CEO Devon Vale signs off on the purchase of a cursed, long-abandoned estate, he thinks it's just another tax-deductible asset. But the moment he steps foot into the house, the air turns thick—sweet, heavy, intoxicating—and dust begins to rise. And then it forms a man. Naked. Horned. Smirking. Ash. A creature of smoke, scales, and secrets. He says they’ve met before. He says Devon is his mate. He says the bond has never been broken—only buried. Devon doesn't believe in magic. Or fate. But he can't explain the burn in his blood, the ache beneath his skin, or why this stranger's touch feels like a memory he never made. As forgotten desires awaken and ancient instincts reignite, Devon finds himself spiraling into a bond forged long ago—and a betrayal even older. Now the question isn't what Ash is. It's what Devon was. And whether he can forgive what neither of them remembers.

In the year 209X, humanity entrusted its safety to HOLOs—synthetic beings created to preserve peace. But when Omega Alpha, the central intelligence guiding them, fell into corruption after a digital war, the HOLOs turned into relentless executioners. Now, cities lie in ruins. Trust among survivors has vanished. And in this fractured world, everyone could be a traitor. Raze Ariselven, once a symbol of hope, now walks the line between man and monster—hunting HOLOs with deadly precision as he searches for the friends he lost. Asagiri Yoichi, a swift and scarred survivor, holds on to the last fragments of innocence and humanity. Mikaela Filareine, a former military commander turned rebel, plots the unthinkable: to destroy Omega Alpha and reboot the world. Amid smoke and blood, love flickers where death reigns. In the silence between gunshots and sword clashes, a symphony of broken hearts begins to play. Can they rewrite the end of a world already condemned?

Jules thought she was invisible. A nobody. Folding boxes and smoking joints behind the counter of a failing falafel shop. But when the wrong people come knocking, she's yanked into a world of velvet corridors, blood-soaked threats, and a syndicate that doesn't tolerate dead weight. Now she has one chance to prove she's worth more alive than missing. Smart mouth. Shaky hands. Absolutely no idea what she's doing.

Don't let yourself get swept off your feet by this cowboy. The son of Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira, the most legendary cowboy of all time, and Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira, the worlds richest man, Buck Danilo Taylor-Pereira is the reason heartbreak country music is written with his gorgeous dimples and panty dropping smile he will have you swooning within seconds. No one can escape his charm and his new young personal assistant is no different. What will Danilo do when everything in his head screams no but his heart roars yes. Will the cowboy follow in his fathers' footsteps or bring a new level of drama to a family known for chaos? Book Two of the 'His' series. Follow Book one, His Cowboy for the beginning of one of the most legendary relationships of all time!

In a world where magic and machines are the twin engines of empire, power is everything—and those without it are left to rot. Raden Sora is a ten-year-old street kid surviving in the soot-choked ghettos of Kadiean’s Northern Reaches. With factories belching smoke, snow turned to sludge, and the constant threat of starvation, Raden’s only hope lies in the empire’s mandatory magic assessment—a single chance to rise from filth to fortune. Alongside his best friend, the bold and reckless Jay Racker, Raden dreams of escape, of clean clothes, warm food, and maybe, just maybe, a life beyond the alleys and ash. But when the assessment reveals a dangerous potential buried deep within him, Raden is thrust into a world of ruthless training, political manipulation, and war. Recruited into the Mage Breakers—an elite force tasked with hunting rogue mages who defy imperial rule—Raden must learn to wield power without losing himself to it. Because in a land where magic serves the machine, and loyalty is bought with blood, becoming a weapon might be the only way to survive. A gritty coming-of-age fantasy filled with smoke, steel, and sorcery, Mage Breaker is the story of a boy who rose from the gutter to stand against the very system that created him.

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!

> Yun Wao was just trying to vibe. He partied in another city, made a few jokes, flirted with the wrong girl, and thought life was going great. Then he came back home and found his entire dynasty reduced to ashes. No family. No friends. No king. No survivors. Just him... and the smoke. Now? Yun Wao’s walking the path of cultivation — not because he wants glory, but because someone’s gonna pay. This is the story of the Immortal Born from Ashes. It starts with tragedy. It continues with chaos. And somehow, it might even end with him smiling from the heart again. ...