Corocoro March

Han Yi accidentally crossed into the Cultivation World and became an outer disciple of the Xuan Dan Sect. Sects, Immortal Countries, Sacred Places, Heavenly Demons—the dangers in the Cultivation World were everywhere. Fortunately, Han Yi had a Skill Panel. Alchemy, Formations, Talismans, Divine Abilities, Magic Skills... Just work hard, and everything will be alright.

Lu Chen transmigrated to the Great Sum Dynasty, becoming the Ninth Prince of the dynasty. Unlike the transmigrators in novels, Lu Chen didn't have extensive engineering knowledge, nor did he remember much classical poetry. In order to avoid getting involved in the succession struggle, Lu Chen could only lie low, planning to enjoy a quiet life of splendor and wealth. Due to his mother's status, Lu Chen was eventually granted a marriage by the Emperor and was assigned to be Prince over a bitterly cold territory in the north. Just when Lu Chen thought he was going to decay in such a manner for the rest of his life, he activated a system on his wedding night. As long as he sired a heir, Lu Chen would be able to receive rewards and even enhance his own power. Years later. Lu Chen marched into the capital with a million-strong army to support the Emperor, and everyone was dumbfounded. "Wasn't this guy a useless Prince? Where did he get a million-strong army from!" "What's happening, how could he possibly be a Grandmaster?" "Turns out the Ninth Prince's decadence was all an act!" ...

"Qui t'a touchée ?" demanda-t-il, ses yeux fixant les siens et quand elle ne répondit pas, sa voix tonna dans la pièce, "QUI ?" Le majordome qui se tenait près du mur parla d'une voix tremblante, "Monsieur, c'était Monsieur Reverale," le visage de Damien s'assombrit, sa mâchoire se contractant de colère, il tourna son visage vers le majordome qui était derrière lui. "Amenez l'homme ici." "M-maintenant ?" bégaya le majordome. C'était l'heure de la nuit. Damien, qui n'avait pas rompu son contact visuel avec la fille devant lui, posa sa main contre le mur qui reposait maintenant à côté de la tête de sa belle fille. Tournant son corps, il regarda d'abord son majordome qui avait la tête baissée. Avec beaucoup de courage, le majordome vint croiser le regard de son Maître, "Est-ce que tu as un autre moment pour cela? Ou devrait-on attendre que j'aie envie de t'étrangler?" demanda calmement Damien en inclinant la tête. Pas une seconde plus tard, le majordome sortit de la pièce pour revenir avec Monsieur Reverale après vingt minutes. "Damien, avons-nous une fête du thé tardive ?" Monsieur Reverale vint saluer mais le maître de la maison avait d'autres plans. Apercevant le couteau qui était planté dans la pomme sur la table, il le saisit pour le retirer. Au moment où Monsieur Reverale tendit la main pour lui serrer la main, Damien prit sa main pour la poser sur la table. En un mouvement rapide comme s'il coupait des oignons, il trancha les quatre doigts de l'homme de sa main, le faisant crier et pleurer de douleur. "Personne ne touche ce qui est à moi. Je suis sûr que cela te rappellera la prochaine fois que tu penseras même à la toucher," soupira Damien comme s'il en avait marre de dire aux gens de garder leurs mains sales loin de ses affaires. Rencontrez Damien Quinn, un vampire de pur sang qui est un narcissique complet, brut avec ses mots et avare même s'il est riche qui a marchandé quand il a acheté un esclave sur le marché noir. D'un autre côté, rencontrez Pénélope qui croit qu'elle est une 'invitée' pour quelques jours chez les Quinn car elle a l'intention de s'échapper de l'étrange vampire qui a besoin d'une thérapie. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

The wheel of time turns, its spokes woven with the fates of gods and men. Kings rise and fall, warriors clash like storms upon the earth, and the echoes of their battle shall shake the heavens themselves. They call it war, yet war is but a mirror, reflecting the greed of men, the burden of dharma, and the fire of destiny. The righteous and the wicked march alike, bound by chains they do not see, wielding weapons forged not only of steel, but of belief, of duty, of love and hatred alike. Blades shall sing, chariots shall roar, and arrows shall rain like fire from the sky. In Kurukshetra, the gods shall descend, the earth shall tremble, and all shall be tested, brother against brother, master against disciple, dharma against desire. What is victory, O warrior? What is defeat? The river does not halt for a fallen leaf, nor does the sun mourn the night. The battle has already begun, and time shall not wait for those who hesitate. So choose! Will you stand with righteousness, even as the world turns against you? Will you wield your sword not for glory, but for truth? Will you step forward, knowing that even fate itself trembles before the will of the one who refuses to bow? The end has come. The beginning is near. And when the last arrow is loosed, when the last chariot falls, when the dust of war settles upon the ages, one truth shall remain: The names of the fallen may fade, the stories of kings may be forgotten, but he who stands unshaken in the storm, his name shall echo through eternity.

From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world. Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate. These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power. Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery. But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair. In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed. Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant— Striding towards hell. [Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

An Chuyu's beauty was acclaimed as the ceiling of the entertainment industry, and every time she graced the red carpet, she overshadowed celebrities from all sides. Female stars who appeared alongside her felt immense pressure. Not only was she top-notch in terms of beauty, but her acting skills were also praised by renowned directors, her movie opportunities were enviable, making countless people in the industry green with envy, and she was a walking trending topic. There was a saying that marketing accounts could top half a year's performance just by reporting any gossip about An Chuyu. An Chuyu imagined she would ascend to new heights in her acting career, clutching more awards; but who knew, life is unpredictable, and with a single turn, she stepped into the halls of matrimony. It was a marriage arranged by their families, without any foundation of affection, not even understanding each other, having met just once before getting their marriage certificate. The only meeting they had was accompanied by lawyers from both sides when they were notarizing their properties and signing a prenuptial agreement to prevent future disputes in case of divorce, prepared to split at any moment. An Chuyu had one demand: to keep the marriage secret. Xi Zheng: Well done, getting banished to the cold palace right after the wedding :) * It was assumed that the marriage would be in name only, each doing their own thing, but unexpectedly, the two had a chance encounter in the romantic city of Paris, and sparks flew uncontrollably. After returning home, An Chuyu changed faces like a Sichuan opera performer, unrecognizable and continued her crusade in the entertainment industry. Xi Zheng, however, couldn't forget her and flirted with her now and then. …… Latter on, An Chuyu was snapped in the makeup room being intimately close with a man. It was confirmed that this man was none other than the power holder of Yueting, Xi Zheng. #AnChuyuSugarDaddyExposed# quickly soared to the top of the trending search. Fans were shocked, the haters became active, and her archenemies issued press releases one after another to overwhelm her. Xi Zheng couldn't hold back and sneaked onto the company's official Weibo to clarify himself: I am married to An Chuyu, and we have a son together. Thank you for your concern.

``` (Contenu Mature) Quel prix êtes-vous prêt à payer pour la liberté ? La louve orpheline et sans meute Tania était piégée dans la vie d'une esclave. Une partie de son esprit était captive de son maître pour garantir son contrôle. Pour obtenir la liberté, elle a conclu un marché pour espionner le Roi Eltanin, l'Alpha le plus impitoyable et puissant d'Araniea. Le libertin aux yeux orageux, le Roi Eltanin était dominateur, arrogant et impérieux comme l'enfer. Alors qu'il lutte contre le temps pour sauver son loup et son royaume du roi démon, Alpha Felis, il croise la route de Tania. Elle est espion, et la tentation incarnée. Et maintenant, Eltanin doit choisir entre le destin de son royaume et sa compagne. Tania choisira-t-elle sa liberté et rejettera-t-elle son compagnon ? Ou renoncera-t-elle à la seule chose qu'elle ait jamais désirée ? Définition du Thésaurus pour "Libertin" : débauché Synonymes de libertin : libre-penseur, prodigue, dissolu, immoral, lascif Mes autres romans sont : Confessions Sauvages : Adrianna et l'Alpha (Terminé) Le Prince Alpha du Croissant d'Argent (nomination WSA 2021) Prince Sombre d'Ileus (Prix d'argent WSA 2022) Faim Obscure (5ème Prix au concours de loups-garous) La couverture m'appartient. Elle est commandée. Artiste de couverture : Micehellwd Éditeur : Astromnia ```

Sang Qianqian, la hija mayor de la familia Sang, tenía dieciocho años cuando se enamoró a primera vista de Shen Hanyu. —Te amo, Shen Hanyu. —Pero yo no —respondió Shen Hanyu sin piedad—, cada una de sus palabras era determinante. —Ni ahora ni nunca. Furiosa, la adinerada hija planeó su venganza contra Shen Hanyu pero de alguna manera descubrió que él acabaría convirtiéndose en un magnate despiadado y tiránico que destruiría a su familia. Su rencor hacia él se incrementó, pero después de que ella se marchó, él extrañó a Sang Qianqian como un loco, quien ahora llevaba una vida despreocupada después de mudarse lejos y fingir su muerte. De repente, escuchó la noticia de que Shen Hanyu, ahora un magnate y aparentemente más loco, había exhumado su tumba y estaba buscándola. Alarmada, rápidamente empacó sus cosas para huir de nuevo... solo para encontrar al hombre en cuestión parado frente a su puerta, respirando con los dientes apretados: —¿Huyendo otra vez? Inténtalo. Sabiendo que la fuga era inútil, Sang Qianqian cambió de táctica y trató de encandilarlo para salir de la peligrosa situación, solo para fracasar y terminar sometiéndose. *** Años después, al darse cuenta de que había sido engañada, Sang Qianqiang lanzó los papeles de divorcio frente a Shen Hanyu. —¡Quiero el divorcio! Shen Qianyu simplemente la atrajo hacia sus brazos y se inclinó para darle un beso. Alejándose después de un buen rato, preguntó roncamente: —¿Todavía quieres el divorcio? Aturdida por el beso, Song Qianqian murmuró: —N-No... —Entonces llámame cariño. —C-Cariño... Shen Hanyu asintió satisfecho. —Buena chica.

Between heaven and earth lies the greatest truth, and the manifestation of the great truth descends in the form of Gu. 　　 People cultivate the Qi of heaven and earth around their bodies to control Gu and exert their magical power. 　　 One year after his transmigration, Chen Qing finally discovered his special features on the day he contracted his first Gu. He was actually able to see through everything about the Gu... 　　 Therefore, he began to march toward the road to immortality step by step.

``` Qu'arrive-t-il quand une déesse tombe amoureuse d'un métamorphe ? Asara ; la déesse de l'amour, fut punie par son père, le dieu du tonnerre. Son crime fut de tomber amoureuse d'un métamorphe Alpha mortel. Pour expier ses péchés, elle renaquit en tant que Cassandra LeBlanc ; une Princesse mortelle dans le royaume magique de Speldaria. Sa famille et son royaume, à l'exception de sa sœur cadette, l'ont rejetée car elle naquit sans aucune capacité magique et elle n'avait aucun souvenir de sa véritable identité. Son fiancé, le puissant mage commandant de Speldaria, était indifférent à son égard. Il désirait quelqu'un de fort. La vie de Cassandra fut bouleversée lorsqu'elle reçut en cadeau un esclave guerrier par le puissant Alpha de Dusartine. On lui demanda de participer à l'événement annuel de l'Arène en collaborant avec le guerrier. Cassandra, qui haïssait 'L'Arène' de tout son souffle. Un endroit où le sang coulait comme du vin et où la vie était moins chère que l'air même qu'ils respiraient, ne comprenait pas sa place dans tout cela. Par-dessus le marché, le mystérieux guerrier l'affectait de manières inimaginables. Son regard hypnotique la troublait. Son essence rare la submergeait. Son corps musclé et bronzé la consumait de pensées coupables. Même les rêves de sa vie passée la tourmentaient. Lorsque 'L'Arène' commença, les agendas cachés et les vérités sous-jacentes furent révélés et Cassandra se vit jouer une main du destin. Elle n'eut d'autre choix que de se soumettre et de choisir un chemin. La question serait donc. Comment Cassandra va-t-elle réagir une fois qu'elle apprendra la malédiction qui a été placée sur elle ? Sera-t-elle capable d'obtenir ses capacités magiques et de s'opposer à son père ? Qui l'aidera dans son voyage ? ~Extrait~ C’est alors qu'elle le ressentit, tout entier. Toute sa rugosité. La force de son bras. La douceur de ses lèvres. La prise de sa main. La chaleur de son souffle. Chaque muscle de son corps se tendit à l'idée de dormir dans les bras d'un homme. Elle n'avait jamais dormi dans l'étreinte d'un mâle auparavant. Sa peau toute entière fourmillait, comme si de petites étincelles dansaient sur les endroits même qui touchaient le sien. Les crevasses de son cerveau abritaient ces souvenirs qui n'étaient pas les siens. Ce contact, d'une certaine manière, ne lui semblait pas étranger. Elle se sentait en sécurité dans son étreinte apaisante et n'avait pas l'envie de le repousser, et pourtant elle savait que c'était loin d'être approprié. Cassandra tenta de se dégager de son emprise, mais ses bras semblaient être faits de fer, car ils ne bougeaient pas. Le vêtement léger qu'elle portait avait glissé de sa cuisse laiteuse, la dévoilant alors que sa jambe musclée et bronzée s'y drapait. Et maintenant elle pouvait sentir quelque chose la pousser dans le dos. Ses yeux s'agrandirent soudain de réalisation et Cassandra paniqua complètement. « Lâche-moi ! » dit-elle d'une voix lourde. Siroos leva lentement sa jambe et relâcha son étreinte sur sa taille pour qu'elle puisse s'écarter. Il s'était réveillé lorsqu'elle s'était raidie pour la première fois mais souhaitait voir ce qu'elle allait essayer. Avec des yeux largement ouverts elle vola un regard vers l'homme qui l'avait enveloppée dans son étreinte comme un trésor précieux, son trésor. Ses yeux dorés en fusion s'étaient entrouverts et il la regardait avec une douceur et un désir. Ces boucles brunes souples tombaient sur ses yeux alors qu'il oubliait de cligner des yeux, contemplant la beauté intemporelle qu'elle était. Son parfum unique était une torture pour ses sens. Comme il souhaitait saisir sa cheville délicate, la tirer vers lui et l'avoir étalée sous lui. Embrasser la peau même qui exhalait un tel parfum qui le rendait fou. À la place, il plia son bras et le plaça sous sa joue en l'utilisant comme un oreiller pour la contempler avec un désir empli dans les yeux. Le silence gênant entre eux se prolongea pendant que Cassandra racla sa gorge. « Tu devais vraiment te hisser sur moi pour dormir ? » « Ce n'était pas intentionnel, mais c'était certainement séduisant et définitivement pas la dernière fois. » Sa voix profondément hypnotique était encore plus envoûtante en ce début de matinée alors qu'elle résonnait tout autour d'elle. La couverture du livre m'appartient. ```

En el segundo año de matrimonio, Yvette Thiel estaba embarazada. Yvette estaba llena de alegría, pero recibió un acuerdo de divorcio. En un accidente de coche, Yvette yacía en un charco de sangre y suplicaba a Lance Wolseley que salvara a su hijo, pero Lance se marchó con su amada en brazos. Yvette se desanimó y cerró lentamente los ojos. Más tarde, se supo que Lance de Nueva York tenía un nombre tabú, y nadie podía mencionarlo. En la boda, Lance de repente enloqueció. Se arrodilló en el suelo y miró a la cruel mujer con ojos rojos. "Estás embarazada de mi hijo. ¿Con quién te quieres casar?"

Tomber enceinte de son patron après une aventure d'un soir et quitter subitement son emploi de strip-teaseuse était la dernière chose que Serena avait espéré, et pour aggraver les choses, il est l'héritier de la mafia. Serena est calme tandis que Christian est intrépide et s'exprime librement, mais d'une manière ou d'une autre, les deux doivent faire en sorte que ça marche. Quand Christian oblige Serena à accepter un faux fiançailles, elle fait de son mieux pour s'intégrer dans la famille et la vie luxueuse que vivent les femmes, tandis que Christian se bat autant qu'il le peut pour garder sa famille en sécurité, mais tout prend un tournant lorsque la vérité cachée sur Serena et ses parents biologiques est révélée. Leur idée était de faire semblant jusqu'à la naissance du bébé et la règle était de ne pas tomber amoureux, mais les plans ne se déroulent pas toujours comme prévu. Christian pourra-t-il protéger la mère de son enfant à naître ? Et finiront-ils par avoir des sentiments l'un pour l'autre ?

Pennelope Ravenswood, the only hear of the March of Ravenswood was tormented since youth by her family. Her only hope that one day, a knight in shining armor would come and save her from this miserable life. But her knight lost his way and she met a devil in the form of Adam Silverworth, the illegitimate son of the king. He was going to sell her to win the battle but was attacked by his enemies. In the moment of desperation, she told a lie that he was her husband. now that the prince had lost his memories, it would be easy to keep the lie. right? All she wanted was freedom and this was her last chance. A lie spoken to save his and her own life was her fate now as they were announced husband and wife. But would the enemies survive under one roof and find solace in each other or the twisted fate will ruin them?

War was supposed to be over. He had given everything—his right hand, his left eye, his comrades—to protect the innocent. In the end, the war ended, but peace never came. On his way home from the supermarket, a war veteran who had just done some shopping suddenly felt a strange light envelop him. Instead of fading into oblivion, he awakens in a new world—one eerily similar to the battlefields of the early 20th century. However, there’s one problem. He is no longer a "he". Reborn as a girl in a war-torn kingdom, she is abandoned as an orphan when her father—a fanatic nationalist—marches off to war, never to return. Her mother, broken by grief and addiction, soon follows, leaving her to survive in the slums. But fate has other plans. Dragged from the streets by the General Staff’s brutal draft policies, she is thrust into a military academy designed to forge child soldiers into weapons of war. With memories of trench warfare, artillery tactics, and the horrors of modern combat still fresh in her mind, she must navigate the deadly world of political schemes, outdated doctrine, and a war that threatens to consume everything. Will she rise above her fate and reshape history? Or will she become just another forgotten casualty of war? The battlefield awaits. ---

"Absolute Power to absorb Lifespan," When Ricky Stormwind—a washed-up office worker—drank himself to death, he expected eternal nothingness. Instead, he awoke in a new world… as a mosquito. Weak as an ant. Fragile as a piece of paper. Prey to everything. But this world is no ordinary one. Magic, monsters, and powerful beings dominate the land, with ruthless forces waging war for supremacy. And Ricky? He possesses a terrifying ability—he can drain lifespan from any living creature and use it to evolve. A single bite can grant him hours. A feast?..... Years!! Now, in a forest filled with predators and beside a village on the brink of destruction, Ricky must climb the evolutionary ladder—from insignificant pest to a calamity that could devour the world itself. But when his first real meal triggers a mass sacrifice, the world mistakes him for a rising Demon Lord. Bounties are placed on his head. Armies march to hunt him down. And lurking in the shadows, a forbidden power calls to him, promising a path beyond mere survival—one that could reshape reality itself. In a world where everything is prey to something greater, something horrendous… he will rise to become the apex.

"I begged not to die. The gods listened. They never let me stop." Reborn in 269 BC, two days' march from Rome, a nameless man awakens in a stranger’s body—naked, bleeding, and cursed with a cruel immortality. He cannot die, yet he feels every wound. Limbs sever, bones break, blood spills... and always, he returns. Rome is still young: a republic of wolves, forged in betrayal and blood. Superstition rules the streets, ambition chokes the Senate, and war looms on every frontier. Amid it all, one man walks unseen through history—hunted by cults, feared by generals, and haunted by the memories of lives lost across centuries.

Ryukard Blackfyre, hero of the world, has done it! After 300 years of battle, he finally defeats the Demon King Zephiroth. Ready to ascend to heaven, he marches up the Stairs of Light with confidence— Until a tiny 7-year-old-looking goddess stops him and says, “Oi, you’re not worthy of heaven.” Excuse me, what? Turns out, Ryukard’s soul is in a weird spot. He’s not evil enough for hell, not good enough for heaven, and apparently, being a hero doesn’t count for much in the grand scheme of things. His punishment? Forced reincarnation. Even worse? He doesn’t get to choose a new life, a new world, or new powers. Astraia, the menace of a goddess, just dumps him right back into the mortal world—AS HIMSELF. Now, he’s a baby again, with all his past memories, and Zephiroth is having a blast in hell with his demon wives. Truly, this is suffering. But this time, Ryukard has only one goal—end this life as fast as possible, escape the cycle, and finally rest in peace in heaven. No more battles, no more hero stuff. Just eternal, well-deserved sleep. Too bad fate (and his overly affectionate parents) have other plans. "I, Akito Kurogane, am the original author of this novel. This story is now being submitted for publication on Royal Road."

Have you ever imagined what would happen if you died, but some powerful being decided to reincarnate you and offer you the freedom to choose any world and powers you wanted? What would you choose, to be reborn in a sci-fi world with your own ship to explore the stars, to become a god in a godless world, to be reincarnated surrounded by hot girls, to become the most powerful person? All good choices but not the choices I made. My name is Jackson. I was chosen by one of the Primordials, Brakos, the Primordial Spirit of Time, Stories, and Knowledge, and given this exact choice. We talked, and he offered me any world and powers. I gave him my views and wants for my new life, and one was that I wanted to become powerful, but I wanted to work for it, or else I felt I wouldn't deserve it. Brakos agreed and we started to plan. As I don't like to waste opportunities I did ask for 3 powers. 1: to be reborn with a system-like ability stored inside of 3 books. 2: to be given the power to converse with Spirits forge contracts with them and ask them for help. 3: to be given the power to create a new race of my own creation and become one of them. Brakos liked my plan and selected a very special world. The first world to ever exist. Primus is the world of the Primordials and Primogneitors. Follow me through my adventures as I make friends, run from my village being destroyed, fall in love, take over a school, dismantle criminal organizations, destroy an entire kingdom, fight against the gods and establish a home for myself and my new race, the Dragonians. _____________ Additional tags: BL, Supernatural, High IQ, Werewolf, Academy, Kingdom Building, the strong acting weak, Evolution, Mystery, Non-Human _____________ Not a harem or romance novel. Will be a BL eventually but will not be the focus of the story. Just want to build up the world right now. I'm not an experienced writer, this is my first time writing something longer than a 3-page story from high school. Please excuse any mistakes or spelling errors, and feel free to correct me in the comments. I’d really appreciate any feedback on how the story is going. Also, I might take a few days' breaks now and then due to work or personal reasons, so if a new chapter doesn't come out for a few days, don't worry! _____________ I will also post this story on RoyalRoad if you prefer that website. I also have a Patreon with early access to chapters. please have a look. patreon.com/Drake_Flame11 I have a discord too, take a look https://discord.gg/magrW74Wvx _____________ The story updates 3 times a week, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 8:15 AM (GMT-5) Currently taking a break from uploading. uploads will resume on March 24th

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

After being dragged by accident by a god to another world, Marcel must now contend with the constant dangers of a world under the rule of the Ad Infinitum System, trying to learn how to use and manage to survive the threats when everything around him can rise in levels over him. He will have to join Kali, the spoiled and constantly mad Demon Queen, and her followers to learn how to become more powerful, survive another day, and slowly understand what paper he has on this new world as a massive continental-scale war is progressing around him. However, his System is broken and not working properly, showcasing errors and giving him access to a power not meant for human use. All for the sake of his own quest: to kill the god that stole his life. --------------------------------- From the 1st of march uploads will happen daily, 1-2 episodes of 1000-1500 words each upload, and possibilities of more if time allows (college begins second week of march here) 50k words reached on 2/11/2025, all for free! 100k words reached on 3/9/2025!

Kevin doesn’t know who he was before, who he is now, or who he might become in the future—if he even has one. Once an ordinary denizen of the Empire of Ash, wasting his final years in a futile war against the Unseen, he discovers he is the heir to a bizarre and mystical power. His journey of awakening—to the hidden truths of the world, to magic, to the occult—begins with a forced march to Fort Hollin. But there’s a catch: Kevin is just a prisoner now. Nothing more.

Il y a 10 000 ans, une guerre divine a scellé le destin du monde. La Déesse de la Lune, sacrifiée pour sauver l'homme qu'elle aimait. Le Gardien du Chaos, condamné à errer dans les ténèbres, hanté par son absence. Aujourd'hui, le monde a changé. Les dieux sont des mythes, et les mortels ont oublié leur existence. Mais lorsqu'une jeune fille aux yeux lunaires se réveille après deux ans de coma, un vide étrange dans son âme… l'ombre du passé se met en marche. Dans un monde qui ignore tout de sa véritable nature, Yue est-elle prête à affronter la vérité ? Et si l'amour qu'elle avait autrefois défié les dieux pour protéger… revenait la chercher ? Une réincarnation oubliée. Un amour interdit. Une vengeance qui traverse les âges. ▶ Quand le destin s'acharne, jusqu'où iras-tu pour retrouver celui que tu as perdu ?

Born from a love that defied fate, he was just a boy—held in the warmth of a mother who was never meant to love and a father who dared to dream beyond power. But by 11, Zai lost them. That day, the child who once knew warmth died. In his place, a ghost was born. For six years, he became a weapon—sharpened by pain, trained to fight, to kill, to survive. Yet, no matter how deadly he became, one question always haunted him. What was he fighting for? in a world where power is inherited, wealth dictates fate, and unseen forces control the future, Zaibatsu Academy, Kingdom of it's own stands as the cradle of the elite. Here, heirs of empires, financial titans, and prodigies of every field shape the next era. But among them walks an anomaly—Zai Kaizen. But power does not go unchallenged. Now, within the marble halls of Zaibatsu Academy, he walks among the elite, unnoticed, underestimated. The world believes in dynasties. In legacies passed from parent to child. In power that is owned, controlled, and kept in the hands of those who were "born worthy." The ones drawn to him—whether by fate, rivalry, or something deeper—are not ordinary. A woman whose quiet presence masks an unshakable fire. A strategist who sees patterns others miss. A warrior who refuses to be outmatched. A rival whose ambition mirrors his own. One by one, they stand at his side—not as subordinates, not as pawns, but as equals.. Each with their own war to fight, their own thrones to claim. Some will challenge him. Some will stand beside him. Some will fall for him. But together, they will carve a path through a world that was never meant for them. They are the Chosen Kin TikTok @Kahnhustler Updates from Author Cover Design by Liisha Zaibatsu “Zai Kaizen Chosen Kin Written by Tabish khan Penname Kahnhustler Copyright 2025 by Tabish khan Pen Name Kahnhustler For permissions, inquiries, or rights requests, please contact: | @kahnhustler on TikTok | dm me on Webnovel First Printing: [March, 2025] All rights reserved worldwide.

The students of Mrs Valley are going to paris! After they board the plane Alex gets a premonition that the plane will crash, he saves 6 of his classmates 1 college student and his teacher, soon every survivor starts to DIE will he stop this chain of events or will he die like the others.. Read the story to find out! Characters Alexander Brenzen Juliette Eriks Katelyn Irenis Carter Horee Valentina Valley Laneyya Marche Billy Pitch Brian Thompson Tod Yervin Teni Yervin Kelly Renny Elin Brenzen Emma Rodriguez Louise Kennet

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

Be sure to join the official HTWQ Discord server for news on the novel, direct updates, polls, & exclusive rewards such as original illustrations: https://discord.gg/pxMTZp9f5j You can donate to the novel: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau Growing up as a slave in the Halloween Kingdom, Junk had been a prisoner for as long as he could remember. Born without a healthy nor stable body, he might have been the weakest of all the Minotaurs. Managing to finally escape the confines of his prison cell, the beast wanders the Kingdom’s dangerous roads. His body and soul slowly and painfully withering into nothingness until he miraculously runs into one final chance—the fallen Witch Queen—Lady September Autumn who had just recently been dethroned of her royal title. She provides him the opportunity to remain alive. Keeping his body and soul intact by feeding him with her royal, sacred Queen milk. Of course, this is no act of charity. She asks for his services in return. In exchange for harvesting her milk, Junk must become her loyal servant and bodyguard fulfilling whatever she commands: including hunting down and defeating all of those responsible for her dethronement. Refuse, and no more milk. No more milk, and the Minotaur will be doomed to perish once more. So a symbiotic relationship is formed. However, the ex-prisoner has something in mind for his powerful new Queen. Harvesting the bitch herself! Ultimately corrupting her into his breeding-slut when the time is right and birthing an army of monsters to re-take the kingdom for himself instead. Together, they are marching through this ghoulish and spooky fantasy world plagued with undead, spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, demonic Gods and far worse! . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . Discord link: https://discord.gg/Vx9zZqB5Ny Donations: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau https://www.patreon.com/camillejuteau If you have any question or hate mail: seishihentai@gmail.com Thank you for all the awesome feedback.

In The Online Cricketer, Nitish, a 28-year-old unemployed cricket fanatic from the dusty streets of Kurnool, Andhra Pradesh, trades his lethargic days for a shot at rewriting cricket history in the Premier Cricket League (PCL) 2025. Once a small-town dreamer who ditched odd jobs faster than he could count, Nitish now spends his time glued to cricket reruns, crunching stats, and firing off brash takes on Twitter from his family’s cramped, sunbaked home. His life flips upside down in February 2025 when Preeti Zindal, the fierce owner of the Northern Lions—a PCL team stuck in a rut—stumbles across his tweet: “Northern Lions could rule PCL 2025 if they ditch the safe playbook for chaos.” Drawn to his raw, unfiltered brilliance, Preeti yanks him from obscurity, appointing him chief analyst just 30 days before the season begins. When her seasoned analysts, Rohan Sethi and Ananya Vohra, storm off to rival teams—the Mumbai Monarchs and Chennai Champions—Preeti doubles down, naming Nitish team manager. Armed with a laptop, a love for the game, and zero formal experience, Nitish shakes up the Northern Lions with a bold, youth-centric strategy that swaps tradition for unpredictability. The PCL erupts on March 22, 2025, and Nitish’s “chaos theory” delivers a stunning first win against the Gujarat Gladiators, thrusting him into the spotlight. But the path is rocky: a loss to Ananya’s Chennai Champions reveals cracks, while Rohan’s Mumbai Monarchs plot revenge. Facing skeptical players, relentless media, and his own Kurnool-bred insecurities, Nitish leans on Preeti’s faith to refine his game plan. From Kurnool’s offline fringes to the PCL’s electric arenas, Nitish’s journey unfolds across a season of wild highs and brutal lows. His small-town grit and offline instincts—honed far from cricket’s elite circles—fuel the Northern Lions’ transformation into playoff contenders. In a climactic showdown, Nitish pits his unconventional genius against the league’s giants, proving that a slacker from Andhra can turn chaos into triumph. The Online Cricketer is a gritty, heartfelt underdog saga, blending cricket’s pulse with the rise of a man who never played the game Offline but mastered it Online.

Suzuki, an adult programmer, suddenly notices that he’s been thrown into a different world while wearing a casual clothes at level 1. He gained high levels and treasures after using the 3 times use-disposable-magic Meteor Shower, at once. After that, he intends to do different world “sightseeing tours”? He meets 3 beast girls, beautiful purple and black haired sisters, and an eccentric blonde haired elf girl along with various people during his trip. Although there are occasional fighting with demons and demon lords, this is a heartwarming fantasy story at heart.

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a meek person, the sixteen year old philosphy student, Kanito Aramishi's dreams were nothing too grandoise – living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it was standing out. He hated to become the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true, a life-changing event uprooted him from his life of sweet normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Kanito finds himself struck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. As he was about to die, contemplating his mysterious death, He sees a blue portal in the sky from where a man comes down to save him. In a desperate attempt, the man takes Kanito to a totally different world. There he finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night when he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee, a stain that he will carry forever. The destruction of Earth was a permanent, irreversible loss and there was no home to look back and admire. Kanito who once considered himself a humble, modest and just individual finds his morals dwindling. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? What will Kanito choose – the newfound cruelty or the long-cherished empathy? Those will answered as the march of time continues revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.

[ON HAITUS UNTIL 21ST MARCH][SOCIALS AT BOTTOM] ______________________________________ It's 1983. In a world where humanity is plunged in threats by creatures called Eclipses, Hikaru Shimo is a no ordinary teen boy with an ambition to defend humanity from these creatures. However, things go south when one fateful night he has an encounter with a man from over a thousand years ago and Hikaru's story starts getting more adventurous with Hikaru finding out more about himself and his past of the Shimo Clan. Delve into the world of The Withering Cold, where Hikaru alongside many likeable characters challenge their limits against the Eclipses and the twisted humans who go by the name: "New Faith Order". ______________________________________ Notes: - To better understand, read the auxiliary chapters they'll get you understanding the power system and etc. - This Novel isn't the usual ordinary system or reincarnation type novel. It's simply a work of fiction that is inspired by battle shonen manga's. - Expect amazing choreography and rich details and character writing from the novel. - Lack of sexual content, usually satisfied by hidden innuendos. - Cover Art and Character Art in the Novel is by Me. - Expected Length of the Novel: 200 Chapters - Publishing Frequency: 3-4 Chapters a week. ______________________________________ Socials: Discord - https://discord.com/invite/8mgFz7RVFm insta - https://www.instagram.com/therealwitheringcold?igsh=MTRwNjVnaHZvZ214eA== ______________________________________