Gloom Hands

18+ Warning Mature Content During a dangerous infiltration mission, Luren is captured after attacking a noble carriage—unaware it belongs to Duke Craige Evron Seravelle, a powerful alpha and a Royal noble of Seravelle. What begins with swords drawn and accusations soon turns into uneasy understanding as both men discover truths that bind them. The duke, though born an alpha, knows little about omegas, and Luren hides his nature behind a hardened mercenary front. As Luren is forced to stay under Craige's watch, their bond grows. The bond between the Duke and Luren grew deeper with each passing day. The Duke treated him like a cherished younger brother protective, gentle, always watching over him. But for Luren, the feelings were far more complicated. What he felt wasn’t brotherly it was something darker, something he didn’t dare name. A sinful desire twisted inside him, confusing and intense. Every time he saw the Duke surrounded by beautiful women, laughing with them, touching them so casually, a sharp sting of jealousy burned in his chest. He hated it, hated how angry and possessive he felt, even though he had no right to be.

'Dregs' reborn, aiming for a harmonious marriage, children gathered around the knees, and to beat up the scumbags and promiscuous women! The timid and unlucky her, turned life into a sigh, also causing that person and her children to become tragic figures. Reborn, she wants to engrave strength into her bones! Disasters one after another, difficult to fill the belly? No fear, with our Plant Ability in hand, seeds can turn into rice ears in minutes, and white rice and flour can be made at will! Ungrateful brats? Hmph, the education starts from the womb, determined to make them keep gratitude in their hearts. High-class women unable to give birth want to steal our children? Hehe, the woman rolled up her sleeves and sneered: Those not afraid to die, come and fight! Loyal dog: Wife, how can dirty work like fighting soil your hands? Leave it to me! Little radishes one, two, three, four, five, six all lift sticks: We are here too, we are here too, Mom, we brothers are all on the same vine with you!

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Join in the story of Rebirth of Mu Yan after betrayal at the hands of his fiancée and rise to the top of the martial world.

Five years ago, I was framed and imprisoned!! Five years later, I returned in glory hold all the power of the world in my hands!! What I lost will eventually be returned to me a thousandfold!!!!

By day, Joon-ho runs a discreet, high-end massage clinic in Seoul, specializing in pain relief and body alignment. But behind the soundproof doors, his true gift lies in reading the deepest cravings of the women who walk through his door—and giving their bodies exactly what they need. From overworked executives to national celebrities, no woman leaves untouched—or unchanged. When Harin, his former campus crush turned office worker, reenters his life, one night of pleasure turns into something far more dangerous: connection, obsession, and a partnership that blurs every boundary between business, pleasure, and possession. Now, she’s not just in his bed. She’s in his clinic. His lap. His world. And she wants to watch everything.

Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and narcissistic——- Cut! Cut! Cut! Take two, and do it over. Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and wisest immortal in the realm of peace and harmony. Her two fathers doted on her, and she had a generous supply of resources and pills. Her life was perfect. However, her perfect life came to an abrupt end when Luo Huian, an immortal whose responsibility was to bring peace to those who had reached their ends and had run out of faith—— Watched a man jump down a building. Because of her inflexible beliefs and sense of justice, she did not save the bully. Unfortunately, that man was the son of the heavens. The loss of his life brought infinite trouble in Luo Huian’s life and she was punished by the heavens. She was sent to the world of humans where she had to rescue at least five hundred people by saving their lives when they were at the end of their wits. For an immortal this was an easy job, right? Wrong. Her grandmother sent Luo Huian to a world where Gloom Rocks had wrecked chaos. Beasts and monsters were given birth to by the Gloom Rocks that sucked every ounce of happiness from humans. This world was dominated by hunters who could kill the beasts with the powers that they had awakened. And in this cutthroat world, Luo Huian got the short end of the stick. She woke up in the body of an F-class hunter! Dang it. If that wasn’t worse enough, the previous owner had confessed to her cousin-in-law and was kicked out of the family. Double frog in the hot crock. With not a single penny in her pocket Luo Huian goes out to complete her mission. But what would happen when Luo Huian who was an F-class hunter annihilated the Z-class Glooms and Hollows that even the S-class hunters could not? Watch her fend against the dangers and at the same time save the lives of people. But in this small mission, there is a small obstruction —— The three alluring temptations. *********** Resisting the temptation take 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian pushed against the mer who had pushed her down on the bed while sitting on her waist. “Get off.” “I can’t,” answered Qi Yongrui as he took off his shirt. “Daddy Shun said that he is envious of Uncle Wang. He also wants to hold a grandchild. So, wife let's work hard tonight alright?” Luo Huian: Dear Heavens save me, I am a woman of no desire! **** Resisting the temptation take 2: “Do you think he is good looking?” Fan Meilin questioned the woman who stood next to him. Even though he was the one who won the race and the trophy, his wife was looking at the other mer. “Well yes,” Luo Huian, who was an appreciator of beauty, agreed at once. “Why are you asking this though?” Fan Meilin’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her and leaned in closer to her body as he whispered in her ear, “He might be good looking but I am a better driver. Not only on the track but also in bed, do you want to try darling?” Luo Huian: Resist the temptation! At all costs! I am an iron-hearted woman. ***** Resisting the temptation take 3: “Is this necessary?” Luo Huian questioned as she sat on the couch, watching the mer trace his fingers on her curves while she sat in nothing but modern swimwear. The mer nodded as he wrote on his small notepad, “I need to trace every inch of your skin to create my finest creation, so don’t move.” After he finished writing, he handed the notepad to Luo Huian, his fingers brushing against the curve of her bosom, waist and ——— Luo Huian: My virtue is at extreme risk! ** Fl who is trying to do everything to save her virtue from being taken as it would slow down her cultivation X Mls who are trying their best to snatch it from her. *********** Trigger warning: though the book is set in a comedic setting, there might be some uneasy topics that would discuss depression and loneliness. ***********

After a humiliating scandal tanks her once bright career, former child star Selene Grey gets a second chance in an highly anticipated drama. But as she’s ready to reclaim the spotlight, things go horribly wrong. Christopher Hart is everything the media claims he is, calm, composed and dangerously charming. But behind the cameras, he’s hiding something, something not quite human. When Selene is attacked and discovers that Christopher is a werewolf, her world unravels and she is trapped between the new world of supernaturals and a new change for fame. After all, everyone in this industry’s just acting. Most especially the monsters. #werewolf #vampire #scandal "Selene, I'm not trying to kill you. Just open the door so we can talk, please." "Oh wow. How generous of you." I rolled my eyes. "Hey babe, I'm not here to kill you, just to casually drink your blood and then gaslight you about it later." "Oh, so you do remember?" Shit. "You're being unreasonable." Unreasonable? Me? "You literally grew fangs and decided to have me as appetizer, now, you managed to stalk me and get my address and I'm the unreasonable one?" I heard him mutter a prayer. "Please, open the door." That sounded like a threat. I didn't like that. "Does garlic work against you?" "I'm not a freaking vampire." "Then what are you?" I yelled. "I promise, I'm not going to bite you. Please, just open the door and hear me out." "You're not going to bite me?" I asked cautiously. "No." "Are you lying?" "…No?"

Ever wondered what would happen if a gullible human doctor caught the attention of a vampire? Not just any vampire—but an Original, the first of their kind. Enzo, a naïve surgical nurse who has spent his life following his father’s rules, finally decides to break free and chase his own desires, including the person he truly loves. Alaric, a feared and ruthless vampire, has long been a nightmare to both his own kind and humans alike. One cold evening, he is ambushed by six vampire hunters and left for dead. But before death can claim him, a human boy stumbles upon him and offers aid. This small act of kindness stirs something deep within Alaric’s ancient heart—an obsession. Now, Enzo is his, whether he realizes it or not.

A family betrayed, a nation in peril, and one girl who will discover her past and alter the course of history Cast out from a noble house, Alexandra must scrape by to survive in the slums of a city ruled by steam. Meeting others left orphaned, they fight every day for their next meal and a safe place to lay their heads. The only clue Alexandra has about her father is a sealed locket she holds close. But secrets of the past refuse to stay buried for long, and her locket may prove to be the key not only to her lost family, but the future of the nation as well. Under the spewing towers of steam, Alexandra and her friends set out to learn the secret of the locket and discover an adventure beyond their wildest dreams. As the land is thrown into turmoil and powerful forces gather to prevent the truth of the locket from being discovered, Alexandra must gather her wits and courage to survive. Traveling from the slums of the city to corrupted villages, to the great planes of the land pirates, to the ancient mountain where forgotten magics may dwell, one girl must stand alone, discover herself, discover her past, and decide what she holds dear.

slice of life

'Kill monsters, eat meat' 'I mean, Kill monsters, save lives. Got it.' 'Tut, I could've sworn that the first one sounded better.' She wasn't a girl looking for freedom or self-righteous liberation by a hero, or whatever shit a girl who suffered for almost all her life would crave. -the shit of a life she was living was horrible, but it was bearable, and so she got used to it. Rather, instead of freedom, what this little missy wanted was money. Lots and lots of them so she never has to worry about the next day. Money - bountiful enough that when she has to spend, she doesn't need to look back or calculate her assets to see how much she has left. Money - bountiful enough to get all the fried chicken she could ever dream of. Yeah, you heard it, fried chicken. For those who did not have money to spare leisurely, getting fried chicken was like a pipe dream to them and she had been one of those unfortunate souls. A comfortable roof above her head and no worries as to when she would get ordered around to steal. No worries about when she would get her next meal-- That was her liberation. And she got it. Just that, she got it most absurdly. Awakened! Those were the people ruling the world, alongside beastly and deadly monsters who threatened the safety of average human beings. And those awakened call the shots. Alice never dreamed she would one day be awakened, and compared to others with their game-like system displaying their attributes and strength; she had a full-grown man whom only she could hear, watching her back at every turn and telling her what to do. He was kinda a pain in the ass but she couldn't complain. It was this gift he had bestowed on her that made her the most powerful Awakened there was with stats that even S-class awakeneds couldn't compare to. She was the boss, now. Mwa-hahahahaha. But life didn't go as easy and leisurely as she planned. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well, in her case with great power comes great hunger. She couldn't go a moment without getting hungry and her stomach had become a bottomless pit. And to get food, she needed money, and to get money, she had to hunt monsters. The monsters plagued humanity, causing catastrophes and taking lives mercilessly. Those monsters, as scary as they may be, were her target and she had to face them head-on. The bigger the monsters the more money she would gain. Yeah, that was the plan, but... This guy acting as her system seemed to have other plans, putting her at the forefront of 'justice' and having her clean the mess he somewhat created. 'Ugh, I can already sense a shadow of foreboding. Someone, please tell me I'm not acting the main character role. I just want to eat, okay?'

Emily Ryan, a famous webnovel writer stands at a crossroad. Her bestselling book, Destiny in Hands, is set in the dangerous and turbulent world of Azure City —a kingdom where the strong call the shots, and the weak can only blindly follow. The kingdom is ruled by a fearless and powerful king who commands with utmost superiority. The lives of royalty couldn't be all that simple. The kingdom was full of intrigue, betrayal, and forbidden love.

The sky, once majestic and brimming with divine radiance, now crumbles into a shadowy gloom, shattered by cataclysms that annihilate all celestial glory. The earth, once fertile and teeming with life, has withered into a desolate wasteland, trampled underfoot by legions of dark creatures—demons, devils, and vengeful spirits that roam in bitter triumph. This world no longer belongs to the holy; it is a new kingdom for the outcast, dancing upon the ruins of God and His Entire Heavenly Host. Yet amid this ruin, the One Accursed—a figure destined to submit to fate—rises instead with thunderous defiance. Rather than accept defeat, he rallies the remnants of the angelic armies, commanding those still loyal to the light to rebel. With blind conviction, they challenge the dark forces that now hold the throne of the cosmos, deluding themselves as bearers of the one true righteousness. But is their resistance merely an illusion? Or is this the dawn of a new curse—an eternal cycle where the damned become rulers, and the rebels mere pawns in a far darker game? The battle rages, no longer between light and dark, but between arrogance and a destiny already etched into the dust of annihilation.

In a world where gods have long vanished and cultivation reigns supreme, Shen Ziyan, a humble village boy, stumbles upon a severed hand—not just any hand, but one brimming with an unfathomable power, belonging to a Supreme God of Creation. From that moment on, his fate is forever changed. As ancient forces stir and hidden sects seek the remnants of divine power, Ziyan is thrust into a world of ruthless cultivators, forgotten legacies, and celestial conspiracies. His newfound strength grants him abilities beyond mortal comprehension, but it also marks him as a target for those who would stop at nothing to claim such power. With no sect to protect him and no master to guide him, Ziyan must forge his own path—one that will take him across grand cultivation realms, ancient ruins of lost civilizations, and battlefields where immortals once waged war. But the deeper he delves into his newfound power, the more he begins to question: Was the hand a blessing, or a curse? And if a god’s hand alone could shake the heavens—what happened to the rest of the body? As enemies close in and secrets unravel, Shen Ziyan embarks on an epic journey to uncover the truth of his power, ascend beyond the limits of cultivation, and defy the very heavens themselves. The path to divinity is paved with blood. And in the end, Ziyan will either rise as a god— -or fall like The ones before him.

The apocalypse descends, zombies and monsters appear, followed by System Leveling, which grants skills to all survivors. With the collapse of law and order, some become powerful while others remain weak, and so the dark ages begin.

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality, one where I was in the past. [System installation complete] [Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System] [You’ve been taken back in time] I used to be perverted 50 year old man infatuated with younger women in short tight skirts, but now I was in the past with a system. A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it. Women, money, fame, from where I stood, all these are at my finger tips. Not only is everyone's mother wife and sister in danger, but so are their companies and territories. it's just a matter of whether I want to own google or be a simple shareholder in Tesla, infact, why not have both. There is the option of being a CEO but I don't want that to interfere with my leisure. My plan is sound and simple but unfortunately you can't eat your cake and have. If I want to be at the top of the world, then I have to be ready to face problems of those at the top, for example. "What do u mean witches are real" TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon. PS: All characters in this book are above 18

For ten long years, Tatsuya Fukushu lived through hell. Every day, he was beaten. Every day, he was mocked. Every day, he was reminded that the world didn’t want someone like him. The cruelty of his classmates became routine—their fists, their words, their laughter. He endured it all in silence, believing that someday it would end. That someday, if he just kept going, peace would come. But peace never came. One day, something inside him shattered. And in a blind, terrifying moment of rage, he killed them—the three bullies who tormented him for a decade. His hands were stained. His heart, empty. He thought he would finally die. He wanted to die. Instead, he woke up in another world. A world of magic, kingdoms, and ancient prophecy. A world where people could fly, summon fire, and carve mountains with a sword. A world that felt too alive for someone as broken as him. Tatsuya didn’t rejoice at the second chance. He hated it. Hated the sky, the air, the mana that pulsed through him. He wanted silence. He wanted peace. And most of all—he wanted to disappear. But fate is rarely kind. A strange knight named Paul found him, battered and aimless. He claimed there was a prophecy. That someone like Tatsuya had been foretold. Tatsuya didn’t believe a word of it. He didn’t trust him. Why should he? But Paul didn’t ask him to believe. He simply trained him—day after day, sword in hand, never holding back. There were no kind words, only discipline. No promises, only purpose. And slowly, through blood and sweat, Tatsuya began to understand. Trust wasn’t something that came from words. It came from action. And maybe, just maybe… He wasn’t alone anymore.

Tick Tock Tick Tock The clock's steady beat filled the room, casting a haunting gloom and chill across the room. An old man sat hunched over a blank book, his deep eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity and despair. The lamp's soft glow cast eerie shadows on his face, while a warm cup of coffee sat untouched beside him. His body trembled as he held a pen in his hand and whispered; "I-I... don't want to... please... sorry..." .......................................................... Glynn Frost, a 24-year-old police officer, had built a reputation for solving the unsolvable in Nova City along with his team. But a sudden transfer order shook his world. "Report to Ravenswood town." The words echoed in his mind like a warning bell. As Glynn returned to his seemingly peaceful hometown, he had an ominous feeling. His past successes seemed distant now, replaced by a growing unease. His hometown held secrets and dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike. Soon his police work would be anything but ordinary as his Fate would lead him down a dark path, where the lines between good and evil blurred. "Stare into it as it stares back, dive into as it dives into the soul."

The deep affection beneath the lies, the temporal dislocation, the weight of love and sacrifice, the loneliness and reconciliation of urban couples.

Bucky, the eldest of the three Ray brothers, watched the easy way Colt and Hedli moved around each other, a quiet contentment settling over his younger brother that Bucky hadn't seen in years. He was genuinely happy for them, but a familiar ache stirred within him. After his last relationship ended, he'd resigned himself to being the perpetually single brother, convinced that love wasn't in the cards for him. He was stuck in a self-imposed limbo, torn between the faint hope of finding someone and the strong pull to just stay single forever. Meanwhile, Ali arrived in town, a fresh face with a determined glint in her eyes. She was looking for ranch work, specifically. The Triple R Ranch's "Help Wanted" sign in the feed store caught her attention, and a small smile touched her lips. Ali wasn't just proficient; she was meticulous. Every task she was given, from mending fences to doctoring livestock, she tackled with an almost fierce dedication, intent on conquering it and ensuring it was done perfectly the first time. The Triple R was exactly what she'd been looking for. What Ali didn't know yet was that the Triple R was home to more than just hard work. She didn't know about Bucky, the oldest brother, battling his own internal demons about love. Will Ali take the job, pouring all her energy into proving herself on the ranch, or will the magnetic pull of Bucky's quiet intensity shift her focus from work to winning his hesitant heart?

When the veil between realms shatters, humanity's last hope lies in the hands of the broken, the cursed, and the damned.

Lonely thirty-seven-year-old Mikami Satoru is stuck in a dead-end job, unhappy with his mundane life, but after dying at the hands of a robber, he awakens to a fresh start in a fantasy realm...as a slime monster. **** Author: Fuse

My both hands were lost in an accident. Despair...! But I got them back through awakening. Just with a touch I can enchant anything. Even normal knife can become A+ class equipment in my hands. Modern gate base Setting No Harem Power hiding Protagonist Identity hiding Protagonist Self Country Loving

Five years ago, I was framed and imprisoned! Five years later, I return in glory, holding all the power of the world in my hands! What I lost will eventually be returned to me a thousandfold!

Within the boundaries of The Empire, powerful presences lurk behind each and every corner. After finding a mysterious mask Oscar is suddenly thrust into the deep, treacherous undercurrents of the world. Tricks to attack, Jokes to deceive. In the end, everything is in the hands of fools. ------ Cover is AI ------

Broken by the hands of time, Luka loses his Emotions. Though being a famous Artist, He remains anonymous and reserved until he has an encounter that unbeknownst to him would change his dark and gloomy life.

Holios, un lycéen gentil et discret, sauve une jeune fille des griffes de voyous mais découvre trop tard qu’il s’agissait d’un piège. Accusé à tort, trahi par tous, même par sa propre famille, il sombre dans le désespoir. Après une tentative de suicide, une entité obscure lui propose un pacte de vengeance. Devenu une créature ailée aux pouvoirs ténébreux, Holios revient avec un seul but : faire payer au monde la souffrance qu’on lui a infligée. Sa justice sera sombre... et implacable.

For fifteen years, Joanna Vane shone as the beloved jewel of Silverwood Manor. Until the shattering day revealed she was a foundling—a counterfeit heiress. Overnight: The Lord and Lady who doted on her became Elena Shaw's devoted parents. Her cherished brother, Lord Cedric Vane, hurled Joanna from the manor balcony to please Elena. Her betrothed, the battle-scarred General Silas Graves, stood beside Elena as Joanna fell. To protect Elena, they let false accusations condemn Joanna. Not a word in her defense. Not a coin for her comfort. For three brutal winters, she labored in the Crown’s Steam Laundry—her hands raw from lye, her spirit starved in silence. Then spring came. Lord & Lady Vane wept at her garret door: “Joanna, forgive us! The Manor is yours!” Lord Cedric knelt all night on the cobbled steps, frost biting his brow: “Sister, grant me grace!” General Graves staggered to her gate, bloodied and broken: “Joanna... Look upon me once more!” But the girl who loved them died in the laundry’s gloom. Mercy? May the ravens feast on their bones! Now a new fire burns in Joanna—and a lord who sees only her strength. As she rebuilds her life, those who shattered her past dare not tread near... Lest they lose even the shadow of the woman they destroyed.