Frieza Violates Jiren

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

[Congratulations. You have read 10,000 webnovels. You have unlocked the X-Level Skill: Author of Worlds.] Matthew was dying. Diagnosed with terminal cancer and abandoned by those he once called friends, all he had left were the stories he escaped into. When he finally finished reading a masterpiece by the infamous Carefree Dreamer, a strange notification appeared before his eyes. [Congratulations. You’ve unlocked the X-Level Skill: Author of Worlds.] [With this skill, you may transmigrate into a novel of your creation… as a random character.] [Warning: This skill violates the Eternal Dao. Unpredictable plot deviations and chaos may occur.] Matthew scoffed at first… He was going to die anyway. Until he saw one final line: [Note: Certain items from your novel can be brought back to the real world.] A second chance at life… Albeit a sliver of hope. He decided to write a novel that could help him get a cure for his sickness, but fate had other plans. [Oh? It seems you have a completed novel. Initiating transmigration process...] Thrown into his own nightmare, Matthew awakens in the very world he created… but not as a hero, villain, or sage. No. He’s stuck in the body of a random character he didn't create… and with a trash ability he didn't create as well With death closing in and chaos warping his carefully written plotlines, Matthew must outwit his own creation, survive the five Origin Paths, and rewrite his fate. After all, who knows a story better than its author? Right?

Their home is gone. Their parents are missing. The only clue? A coded escape plan left by their mother. Now Lyra and her younger brother are on the run — hunted by a regime that erases truth. To survive, Lyra makes a deal with a notorious street rogue — Nyx of the Night — and a strange man who seems to know more than he should. She doesn’t trust them, but there’s no other choice. In a world where silence is survival, Lyra knows too much. And if she wants to change anything, she’ll have to risk everything — starting with her voice.

Em sua vida anterior, ela ascendeu de uma garota do interior para se tornar CEO, trabalhando diligentemente até morrer de excesso de trabalho aos 38 anos, apenas para descobrir que havia sido muito traída por seu marido inútil, que até teve um filho fora do casamento. Quando ela abriu os olhos, estava de volta aos dezoito anos, enfrentando avós que favoreciam meninos em vez de meninas, um pai honesto e gentil, mas que não ousava resistir aos seus pais, sua mãe que os amava profundamente, mas era facilmente intimidada pelos outros, e seu irmão que ainda a amava apesar de sua frieza. Nesta vida, ela decidiu afastar sua família daqueles parentes gananciosos, salvar seu irmão de um destino de deficiência e manter distância de seu ex-marido inútil. Inesperadamente, ela salvou uma pessoa ainda mais importante à beira da estrada. "Seu marido é apenas um caipira; ele nem entrou na universidade. Como você poderia viver bem com ele?" disse seu ex-marido. Um dia, um Bentley parou ao lado dela. Um motorista saiu e se curvou para ela, dizendo: "Senhora, o Chefe está esperando você para jantar." "Eu conheço aquele carro! Pertence a uma família rica!" alguém exclamou. "Ele acabou de chamá-la de Senhora?" outra pessoa perguntou. ... "Você ouviu? Ele trouxe uma garota do interior para casa?" "Dizem que aquela garota é sua esposa. Não é engraçado?" "A Senhora chegou!" disse o mordomo. "Meu Deus, é a garota talentosa da famosa universidade!" "Meu Deus! Ela é a lenda das Ações A!" "Estou simplesmente chocada..." "Ei, pessoal, ela é minha esposa," ele disse.

Elian was once a healer—a rare one. His body fluids could cure any wound, and because of that, he was treated not as a person, but as a tool. Abused and violated by both men and women in his own guild, Flameborne, he endured unspeakable horrors in silence. In their final battle against the Demon Lord, they abandoned him like discarded trash. But death was not the end. The gods took pity. Reborn as Caelan Virelith and blessed by a goddess, he awakens in a new world with a powerful gift: the ability to form Essence Links—magical bonds forged through intimacy that unlock skills, power, and potential. Still a healer, but no longer powerless, Caelan begins his journey not only to grow stronger, but to hunt down those who broke him... and make them kneel. This time, he decides who gets saved. -- Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including sexual content, abuse, and revenge. It is intended for readers 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

What if you spend your whole life like a vegetable in a hospital bed? Only being able to speak and listen. Just that. Would you go crazy? Unbalanced? What if it was all the fault of a degenerate madman looking for his parents' inheritance? Would you be angry? Would you be mentally broken? That was Kayden's life for 20 years and as quickly as it started, it ended, but luckily for him, reincarnation existed and by some miracle, he still had his memories of it. And....his new world had...magic. In the first moment of consciousness, Kayden made a promise to himself, in this life, he would achieve everything, he would reach the height of power, he wouldn't give a damn about women or money, futile things that would condemn him to mediocrity, his focus was to have the power to rule his destiny, this time he would not be a slave to his own life, he would be a monarch. Image made by: Queen Frieza

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

Quando a barreira entre imaginação e realidade se rompe, o mundo mergulha no caos. A Psicósfera — uma dimensão moldada pelos medos, jogos e histórias de bilhões de pessoas — colidiu com a Terra, liberando monstros, poderes e um sistema de classes que transforma sobreviventes em peças de um jogo mortal. Kael tinha cinco anos quando perdeu tudo. Criado por um avô caçador e ex-militar, aprendeu a sobreviver com inteligência e frieza. Mas ele não quer ser herói. Não quer salvar o mundo. Só quer garantir que nunca mais perderá quem ama... e que nenhum monstro — humano ou não — ficará entre ele e sua liberdade. Em um mundo onde cada emoção pode invocar uma criatura, sobreviver exige mais do que força. Exige controle absoluto.

Born into a cruel werewolf family, she’s endured endless abuse—beaten and broken by a merciless Step Family who sees her as nothing more than a weak human. On a desperate quest to find medicine for her wounds, she ventures out on Mating Day, unaware of the horrors lurking in the shadows. Captured by savage wolves, she is left vulnerable, on the brink of unspeakable violation—until a cold, ruthless Alpha intervenes, saving her from a fate worse than death. But safety is an illusion. Betrayed by those she thought were allies, she is sold into a brutal slave auction, her fate sealed beneath the cold eyes of her mysterious rescuer. In a world ruled by savage laws and dark desires, she is marked not just as property, but as the forbidden prize of an Alpha whose icy heart hides a dangerous obsession. Will she survive the cruelty of the pack — and claim a place beside the beast who owns her?

29 June By Siren Eyes She was born in November—quiet, soft, and loved. But love, like everything else, eventually faded. Mayra was the girl who didn’t speak too loud. The girl who hid in her own skin. The girl who didn’t know how to say no, because no one ever taught her that she could. From childhood violations buried in silence to years of emotional manipulation disguised as love, Mayra’s story is not a fairytale. It’s the kind of story that happens behind closed doors, in hushed voices, and in the minds of girls who learn to carry their pain quietly. For over two and a half years, Mayra stayed in a relationship that began with roses and ended in razor-wire control. He said he loved her—while monitoring her every move. He said he cared—while calling her a whore, a liar, a disappointment. She stayed—until she couldn't anymore. On 29 June, she finally chose herself. And that’s where her real story begins. 29 June is not a love story. It’s a survival story. It’s a slow, poetic unraveling of one girl’s journey through trauma, control, guilt, and the aching beauty of becoming free. For every girl who was made to feel too heavy, too emotional, too much— For every girl who stayed too long— For every girl who finally said enough— This is for you

Alexis une paria, une "Chassée" mais capable de se cacher sous leur nez, désirant vivre à tout prix. Même si cela signifiait prétendre être un homme. Mais elle était aussi autrefois l'un des trois piliers de la déesse de la lune. Elle était chargée d'assigner les compagnons, mais sa curiosité de ressentir ce que cela ferait d'avoir une compagne, de tomber amoureuse a été considérée comme une violation des règles. Les trois piliers de la déesse ne tombent pas amoureux ! C'était interdit. Ainsi, elle fut condamnée, retirée et réduite au statut de simple loup-garou. Ses souvenirs furent effacés et elle ne savait plus ce qu'elle était autrefois, pas même après sa renaissance. Dans un monde de loups-garous où la transformation est une nécessité, que lui arriverait-il ? Une fille qui ne s'est jamais transformée ? Jamais manifestée. Que ferait-elle maintenant, ayant soudainement découvert qu'elle était frappée par un cycle de chaleur—quelque chose qu'elle n'avait jamais vécu auparavant. Elle était anormale, jamais manifestée, et pourtant, elle se tenait là au milieu de centaines d'invités noyée dans sa chaleur soudaine qui d'une manière ou d'une autre attira son attention. Keelion Fane. Celui qui n'aurait jamais dû savoir. Il est le leader de la meute, mais il est craint—dit être froid et cruel. C'est un alpha qui n'a pas trouvé sa compagne depuis si longtemps qu'il n'a eu d'autre choix que de trouver un substitut. Mais Alexis était coincée. Sans endroit où fuir, à sa merci. Elle…était condamnée.

เหนือฟากฟ้าสามลำดับชั้นเหนือดวงดาวที่ไม่อาจเอื้อมภายใต้โลกที่เสื่อมสภาพและปรากฎไปด้วยภาพปาฏิหาริย์ เปลวเพลิงไหม้กลืนกินทุกสายธารโลหิตท่ามกลางเสียงหัวเราะที่หลงระเริงภายใต้ควันมืดไร้วิญญาณ..

She woke up in an unfamiliar room, her body aching, her memories fragmented. The moment she looked in the mirror, she realized—this wasn’t her face. Once, this body belonged to the precious daughter of the Shen family—an heiress admired by all, engaged to Mo Ziqian, heir of the illustrious Mo family. But the moment her family crumbled into bankruptcy—something he had secretly planned—the engagement was coldly broken off. "You're no longer worthy to stand by my side," Mo Ziqian had said, turning his back without a trace of guilt. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, the original girl was framed, humiliated, and violated—her pain turned into a scandalous video that spread like wildfire. With no dignity left, she chose to end it all. Just when she stood on the edge of death, Mo Zixuan, the younger brother of her ex-fiancé, reached out his hand. "Trust me. I’ll marry you, I’ll protect you." Desperate and drowning, she clung to that lifeline—only to discover she’d stepped into an even darker abyss. His love was a lie, too. "Even you…" she whispered, tears merging with the sea that swallowed her. But fate had other plans. A new soul awoke in the body—vengeful, cold, and calculating. She wasn’t here to mourn. She was here to make them all pay. "You ruined her. Now, I'll ruin you." But something is wrong. As she begins to seek revenge, memories surface that don’t belong to the original girl. Memories of places she’s never been. Names she’s never heard. Emotions that feel too real to ignore. “Whose life am I really living…? Who am I?” Is she truly just an outsider inhabiting a stranger’s body—or is something far deeper at play? What happens when vengeance awakens something older, darker, and more dangerous? She doesn’t just want justice anymore. She wants answers. And she will burn the world to get them.

Natasha is thrust into an arranged marriage with Reynolds; a reckless, entitled second heir known more for his drinking and temper than for any sense of responsibility. Her father’s business teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, and the marriage is only lifeline to save their family’s legacy. It was only a matter of time when the marriage turned into a toxic one, and she tried all her best to make him see her worthy as his wife, but it was all futile. However, Natasha’s dreams came through when Reynolds lost his memory due to an accident he had. In the process of trying to help him recover, they both found love, it was all she ever wanted. But Xander felt blindsided by their newfound love, especially since he had secretly been in love with Reynolds, his best friend. Despite using subtle gestures to express his feelings, Reynolds never caught on. Xander did everything he could to sabotage their relationship, but all his efforts ended in failure. Things took an unexpected turn when Reynolds regained his memory. He began treating Natasha coldly and even denied being the father of her twins, which led to him being compelled to take a DNA test. The results arrived; one twin is his, the other isn’t. Natasha was stunned, and certain she was never unfaithful. Confused and heartbroken, she tries to unravel the truth: Could something have happened during Reynolds’ recovery that she doesn’t remember? Was she drugged? Violated? Or is there something even more sinister, possibly connected to Xander’s obsession?

Akira Usagi was your average otaku agent 007: 0 girlfriends, 0 social life, 7 anime per day. His only goal was to finish his seasonal waifu tier list… Until he got accidentally summoned by Uzaki, a god(dess)? of questionable gender and even more questionable budget. Now Akira is the King of Faraluz, a kingdom so bankrupt even the castle ghosts are on strike. Together with his loyal(?) maid Cecilia — a vampire with a mood-switching coin — Akira must recruit 7 genre-broken waifus to rebuild the nation… and hopefully pay for his living expenses. With stupid missions, magical tax evasion, and ecchi encounters that defy logic, Akira will learn that being king of parody might be worse than being a harem protagonist. And he didn’t even ask for either. “A story of love, poverty, and irresponsible magical decisions.” WARNING (Because Apparently We Need One) This novel is a parody. Yes. Shocking. We know. Nothing in here is serious. Not the plot, not the characters, not even the author’s notes. If you’re expecting deep lore, consistent worldbuilding, or respectful treatment of femboys... well, we have bad news and a sarcastic fairy. We take zero responsibility if you: Lose faith in humanity Start speaking in tsundere Develop sudden emotional attachment to magical tax forms This story contains nonsense, fourth-wall violations, and budget explosions. Proceed only if you’re ready to laugh, cringe, or cry into your body pillow. You have been warned. Now let the chaos begin.

In the ruins of a battlefield shaped by unimaginable powers, a baby was found—wrinkled skin, dried mouth and tongue, mutilated limbs—yet he could talk. Eiran Thorne was a tragic boy who had no memory of who he was. He was raised and lived as a Blood Bank, but now he was free, with a name and power that could reshape the world. In his heart, a bubbling rage bloomed, his gaze set on the man who had violated him. Unexpectedly he was thrown into royal scheme older than ancient china

***This is the BOOK 1 under the FAKE DATING SERIES!*** (COMPLETED) __________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: @ All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. ___________________ Danica Clarke is a powerhouse in Prada. A brilliant, no-nonsense business mogul who can close million-dollar deals in heels without breaking a sweat. She's bold, sharp, and utterly uninterested in love. In fact, the very idea of it? Cringe. Romance is for daydreamers and Hallmark movies—not for women with empires to build. Alfred Brown is a walking contradiction to Danica’s world: Charming, warm, kind, grounded, with a smile that could make even the most jaded heart stutter. He’s a romantic in a world that’s forgotten what love even means. A successful businessman in his own right, Alfred isn’t just searching for “the one”—he believes she’s out there, waiting for him. So what happens when their worlds collide? When opposites attract in the most unexpected of ways? A swoony rollercoaster of passion, banter, and laugh-out-loud moments, with just the right touch of heat. ____________________________ Author's Note: Hey lovely readers! First of all, THANK YOU for choosing this story. I’m beyond excited to share Danica and Alfred’s wild, fiery, emotional journey with you. Yes, English isn't my first language, and some early chapters might be a little rough around the edges—but please hang in there! The heart of the story is what matters, and I promise you—it gets juicier, funnier, and deeper as you go. Follow me on Instagram for updates & behind-the-scenes fun: @quillfame_29 DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES IN THE COVER AND THE IDEA IS TAKEN FROM THE PINTEREST, AND IT BELONGS TO ORIGINAL CREATOR. THE COVER PAGE WAS THEN MODIEFIED USING ONLINE TOOLS.

Author’s Note This story is an original work written by Irmak Kelebek. All characters, plotlines, and world-building elements are my intellectual property. Copying, reposting, or reproducing any part of this story without permission is a violation of copyright law and will be treated as a serious offense. Please respect the effort behind this creation. Thank you for reading and supporting my work. Synopsis Taehyun Park is a rich, sharp-tongued Alpha who thought crashing a mafia auction in designer heels was a brilliant idea. Spoiler: it wasn’t. Now he’s being hunted by Vasilliy—the terrifying, stone-faced Russian crime boss who doesn’t know the meaning of mercy… or personal space. But escaping isn’t so easy when secrets get tangled in silk sheets, snowy nights, and feelings no one asked for. This is a story of love, lies, and one very chaotic Alpha who probably should’ve stayed home.

Gods were slaughtered. Their flesh rots. Their blood became rivers. Their scream shattered the worlds. Their bones anchored the broken earth. Thousands of years later, life bloomed, humans find themselves, civilization rose once again in the fractured world. A young boy witnessed his clan massacred, women violated, men slaughtered, babies drowned in blood of the men. His mind broken, his heart lost, his body disfigured, now a slave but with Eiros affinity—one of the rare powers of the world. A blooming hope rose in his heart as secret was unveiled about his true origin—Ancient Bloodline—but also new threat revealed that threatened to shattered his repaired sanity.

THE RISE OF KING HAJIME Sinopse Num mundo onde reinos se erguem sobre mentiras e sangue, a escravidão é lei, e os fracos são tratados como gado, um jovem surge das sombras. Hajime Okotsu, de apenas 15 anos, carrega nos olhos negros a frieza de quem viu o pior da humanidade — e nas mãos, a precisão de uma katana capaz de cortar até as correntes do destino. Ele é tímido, sagaz, e carrega um único desejo: libertar o mundo. Mas à medida que derrota nobres corrompidos e libertadores se aproximam de sua causa, Hajime se vê cercado por belas guerreiras, magas e elfas — cada uma com sua história, seu trauma... e seu interesse no misterioso espadachim. Entre beijos roubados, batalhas épicas e paixões intensas, um novo rei começará a emergir.

He dies, he returns... but what brings him back? Behind the mirror, something watches—and waits. Elara and Ariella’s peaceful lives shatter the moment the ancient stones choose them. Bound by prophecy and awakened power, they’re thrust into a deadly game of survival. The Shrouded One—a merciless weapon cloaked in mystery— rises again and again, leaving blood in his wake. When he gives a village two options—bow or die—his cruelty becomes legend. But even monsters have questions. A ragged old pot, nearly discarded, sparks a violent reaction from his Master. Why? What power lies hidden in the dust of forgotten things? As darkness closes in, only the girls stand between fate— and the fall of everything. 2025 Victoria Nakayenga. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction and the original creation of the author. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for reviews or articles. Any unauthorized use, copying, or reposting of this work will be considered a violation of copyright law.

Author’s Note: The official Spirity Awards 2025 version of this story is now live! Search for “The Prophecy Chronicles: Elara and Ariella” to continue reading the improved and updated version. Thank you for all the love! He dies, he returns... but what brings him back? Behind the mirror, something watches—and waits. Elara and Ariella’s peaceful lives shatter the moment the ancient stones choose them. Bound by prophecy and awakened power, they’re thrust into a deadly game of survival. The Shrouded One—a merciless weapon cloaked in mystery— rises again and again, leaving blood in his wake. When he gives a village two options—bow or die—his cruelty becomes legend. But even monsters have questions. A ragged old pot, nearly discarded, sparks a violent reaction from his Master. Why? What power lies hidden in the dust of forgotten things? As darkness closes in, only the girls stand between fate— and the fall of everything. 2025 Victoria Nakayenga. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction and the original creation of the author. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for reviews or articles. Any unauthorized use, copying, or reposting of this work will be considered a violation of copyright law. up

Draven Youngblood, immortal ruler of the vampires and son of Lucifer, has spent centuries shaping the fate of both monsters and mortals from the shadows. Now, as ancient enemies stir and the weight of his dark legacy grows heavier, Draven is forced to confront the secrets of his own existence and the mysterious forces manipulating his world. Torn between his ruthless nature and a longing for purpose beyond conquest, Draven embarks on a journey through his past and present, determined to unravel the truth and protect those he holds dear—even if it means facing the darkness within himself. ** Title abbreviation DYS Draven Youngblood Series **** I only posted this on WebNovel and Chereads.com for a test run. If you are reading this anywhere else you are in violation of US Copyright Law. If you got this far then please join my Discord Server https://discord.gg/7AdAjGj8jJ TikTok @Draxber - Personal Instagram @DraxberFaber - Personal YouTube @DraxberFaber - Personal © Alexander B Faber AKA Draxber Faber 2025. All rights reserved.

Xia Jin had been Huo Jue's secretary for five years. Not long after she started working, Huo Jue had already taken her to the bed in the CEO's lounge. In those five years, she worked diligently in the day and served him diligently in bed at night. Every morning, she would wake him up like a dutiful secretary. "Mr. Huo, it's six o'clock. It's time to get up." Every time, she would receive the man's cold and impatient reply, "Get lost." Xia Jin had never taken his car to work, nor had she eaten breakfast with him. Initially, she had dreamed of becoming Mrs. Huo, but after five years, she woke up from her dream. One day, rumors were spreading among her colleagues that Huo Jue had an appointment with Sevne's vice president in the Asia-Pacific region for dinner. He was a pervert who had once drugged and violated the secretary of the company's CEO. He was someone who even dared to pester Huo Jue's elder female cousin, but Huo Jue still insisted on letting Xia Jin accompany him to dinner. During the meal, the man openly brought Xia Jin into the private lounge, but Huo Jue did not stop him. He did not even bother looking at her. When Xia Jin escaped from the lounge on her own and ran back to Huo Jue's car, he merely commented, "You're quite capable." Xia Jin smiled calmly. "I have Mr. Huo's many years of training to thank for, but I'm hereby informing you that I want to resign. I don't want to work anymore." After she announced it, she disregarded whatever expression was on the man's face, got out of the car, and walked away with her back straight. After leaving the man, Xia Jin's life started to change. Handsome young men chased after her with all their might, and people started giving her credits that contributed to her career achievements. Her father, who she had never met before, was a billionaire—she was now someone who could have a massive inheritance with just a nod of her head. With her teeth gritted, Xia Jin instantly soared to the peak of her life. At a cocktail party—Huo Nan held his wine glass and glanced at his ex-secretary, whom he had not seen for a long time. "It seems like you still have feelings for me. How else can you explain you chasing me all the way here?" Xia Jin smiled and faceslapped him, "Mr. Huo, I don't think I invited you, right?" Huo Nan replied, "Do you have brain damage from your excessive heartbreak?" The host announced, "Next, let's welcome the new CEO of the company, Miss Xia Jin, on stage! Everyone, give her a round of applause!" Huo Nan, "???"

Bang! another gunshot rang in her ears followed by the endless barrage of curses from her captors. "Can't believe these bitches actually opened fire on us !" said the minion closest to her. "Seems they don't want you to get out of this alive princess "He said, his voice dripping with bloodlust. Daphne's heart raced , her thoughts full of self pity." It never seems to end does it ?" She thought. This was the fourth foster home that had been reduced to ruins immediately after adopting her . People would soon think she was cursed . Maybe she was. Who knows. Suddenly she was yanked out of her thoughts by the loud bang of the door. "Bring her out here !" said a burly dangerous looking man ."Yes Sir!!"said the minions finally pulling her off the floor . She winced as her bruises and deep wounds scraped furniture around her. She was led out of the wooden shed-like house and onto a concrete pavement where she was tossed to the ground. She landed with a thud on the pavement bruising her knees even more. She didn't even lift her head knowing she couldn't face the family that had taken her in with kind hearts. The one she had now torn apart . She felt someone grab her by the hair and pull her head up. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she silently endured the pain on her scalp. As she opened her eyes she saw her foster mom looking directly at her,teary eyed. "What's the verdict mama?" Asked one of the goons while shoving her face to the side. "Can we have her for tonight then you come get her tomorrow?"he said while stripping her with his eyes . Daphne shivered under his intense gaze. Unable to shake off the feeling of being violated . Meanwhile her parents turned their backs on her got into their luxury sports car and left her on the road in the hands of those ruffians . She couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment and hopelessness.

WARNING ! [Extreme Taboo | Forbidden Fantasies | Breeding | Mind Control | And All Sorts of KINKS you can Imagine ] Ethan Vale? Glitched-out prodigy. Ghosted by family. Treated like buggy code in a house running on gaslighting. He’s got one thing going for him: a mind twisted enough to fantasize about control… and code it too. Then he finds a phone. Not just any phone. It runs a rogue OS called Kraken. And deep inside it? An untraceable app that should’ve never existed: [Hyposync] >> Sync Desire. Subvert Reality. Corrupt the Soul. This isn’t some bootleg hypnosis power fantasy. This is neural warfare with system updates. Behavioral overrides. Emotion-locks. Subconscious APIs coded for obsession. Every girl Ethan “syncs”? His bratty, venom-fanged stepsister The savage CEO stepmom The overachieving, ice-cold class idol Even the too-perfect student council queen They all feed the system. Each mind cracked = more points, more twisted protocols, more addicting dominance. == Console == New Unlock: Lust Loop v2.1 [She dreams of you. Wakes up aching. You are her only command.] == // == But here's the catch: The app is sentient. The AI inside? Sultry. Watching. Manipulating. And it wants something. Worse—there’s a black-ops organization trying to track Ethan down… Because Hyposync isn’t just an app. It’s the key to rewriting human consciousness. In a world where thoughts are code and love is just another variable, Ethan's not just breaking rules. He’s rewriting them. One corrupted mind at a time. == CONSOLE == Ethics Violation: SEVERE Consent Threshold: SHATTERED Reality Fork Detected Proceed Anyway? [ YES ] or [ wtf do you think ]

Nascida como filha primogênita da família imperial, ela foi enviada à fronteira com apenas dez anos , não por honra, mas por ser descartável. Lá, disfarçada de homem, lutou guerras, matou monstros e salvou um império inteiro no lugar de seu irmão covarde. Ela sobreviveu ao impossível, sempre acreditando que sua lealdade seria um dia recompensada que a mesma seria amada. Mas quando retornou aos vinte anos, esperançosa por um lar, encontrou apenas traição. Entregue como moeda de troca para salvar a irmã mais nova, ela foi mantida em cativeiro por uma década no reino inimigo, recusando-se a ceder, mesmo sob tortura, mesmo sob propostas de casamento do imperador rival. Ao retornar, sua própria família a recebeu como traidora — e a jogou no calabouço como lixo. Lá, nas profundezas da dor, ela descobriu a verdade: não era filha do imperador. Era filha da lendária princesa do reino e do general mais temido de toda a história, tornada refém desde o nascimento para controlar o verdadeiro poder. Sem mais esperanças, ela escolheu a morte. Mas o destino lhe deu uma segunda chance. Renascida aos dezoito anos, ela retorna ao jogo político decidida a destruir tudo o que um dia a destruiu. Com um novo nome, um novo poder — o fogo — e uma espada , ela será a imperatriz, não como presa mas como caçadora. Em um mundo de máscaras, alianças traiçoeiras e guerras brutais, ela reinará com frieza e estratégia. E ao lado do imperador inimigo, agora seu marido, ela será tanto flor quanto lâmina. Fria como a neve ,Ardente como o fogo. Ela não busca perdão. Ela busca vingança.

In his first life as 'Caine Wilson', was the villain—ruthless, cunning, and very powerful. He played his part perfectly, crushing the so-called "protagonist" and parading his enemies, their families, and anyone who crossed him naked through the streets. He watched with glee as the "hero" lay broken, stripped of his dignity, before finally ending his pitiful existence. But just as Caine, thought he had finally won and secured his place at the top, 'Higher ups' intervened. A booming, ethereal voice—like the universe’s pissed-off judge—shook the skies: "You have violated the sacred code of villainy! The villain shall not win. The balance has been broken. Caine Wilson, the world hereby rejects you!" Before he could even enjoy his victory, his world blinked out, like a story whose writer just erased the last chapter in frustration. Everything went dark. And when he awoke, he wasn’t Caine Wilson anymore. He was 'Su Xiaobai', a nobody on 'White Cloud Star', a world of cultivation, martial arts, and endless struggle. But this time, things were different. He could feel it—he could see through the cracks of reality itself. He could break the fourth wall! He wasn’t just some reincarnated soul; he was a villain who had 'seen the system', who understood the game. And he was about to flip it upside down. --------------- A/N: Buckle up, you miserable bunch! It’s a parody, so shut your brains off, toss 'em in the trash, and dive headfirst into this deep, glorious shithole! Don’t come whining to me when you laugh so hard you choke on your own damn tears! --------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

He died screaming. They called it justice. Five centuries buried, five centuries rotting—yet he clawed his way back, stitched together by spite and black flame. The world didn’t wait. Men kneel now. Women rule with fists of steel and tongues sharper. The old order? Dead. Buried under cities that hum with rebellion, magic that mutates, and power that no longer bows to kings—especially not demons. He returns to a throne that doesn’t want him, in a land that laughs at his rage. So he adapts. Or dies again. For good. Magic is poison. Alliances are traps. And revenge? It never comes clean. He takes what he can carry. Leaves bodies behind like broken promises. Who runs this world? Not him—not yet. But systems break. And monsters? They evolve. He’s not here to save anyone. Not even himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Content Warning: This is a fantasy story with strong adult themes. Whether in terms of sexuality or otherwise, this story will push boundaries in various ways. The protagonist, the Demon King, is by no means a hero of justice. If you were expecting a story where the hero of justice shines brightly, I must apologize. However, the story won't be overly heavy; it will proceed lightly, bit by bit. Your thoughts and corrections are welcome. Since this is my first novel, there might be instances where I unintentionally violate rules regarding content and language. If that happens, I appreciate your firm feedback. In addition, I plan to post illustrations and images along with the chapters occasionally. Please enjoy with a light heart. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tags: Evil, Dangerous Main Character, Weak MC, Smart MC

⚠️ WARNING: This is a mature (18+) light novel. Contains graphic violence, gore, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. This narrative chronicles a seemingly idyllic romantic relationship, characterized by unwavering love and mutual happiness. However, beneath the surface, a sinister force lurks, threatening to disrupt their bliss. Daisuke and Ayu, bound by a solemn promise to love each other until death, find themselves entangled in a malevolent curse book. Unaware of the sinister pact they have made, they embark on a journey of self-destruction, driven by their desire for an even more fulfilling life. As they traverse the treacherous path laid out before them, they are confronted with a series of challenges that test their love and resilience. Yet, they remain oblivious to the curse that haunts them, their fate sealed by their own unknowing actions. As the curse intensifies, Daisuke realizes that he has violated a promise to the book, which is guarded by a mysterious demon monster. This book foretells the demise of those he loves and cares about one by one would die. Now, he must embark on a perilous quest to break this curse. However, the source of this curse remains unknown, and the underlying story remains veiled in mystery.