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Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Ethan, an elite special forces commando, loses his life in the line of duty while eliminating a dangerous terrorist cell during a high-stakes anti-insurgency operation. Despite his unwavering dedication and discipline, Ethan dies with a deep sense of regret—he never fully embraced his personal desires and unfulfilled fantasies. As his final breath escapes, he vows that should he be given another chance at life, he will live it to the fullest, without restraint. Fate, however, has its own plans. Ethan awakens in a strange, unfamiliar world—a land governed by strength, where power is the key to survival and the stronghold dominion over all. In this brutal and unforgiving realm, Ethan discovers that the rules of life have drastically changed. The only currency that matters here is strength, and only the strongest can ascend to become the ultimate power. Gifted with extraordinary intelligence and a mysterious cheat that grants him unparalleled abilities, Ethan sets off on a path to conquer this new world. With each passing day, he hones his skills, builds alliances, and amasses power, all while exploring his deepest desires. This is a journey of self-discovery and unrestrained ambition, where Ethan’s focus is singular: to become the one true transcendent being, an existence unmatched by any other. Through intense battles, strategic brilliance, and encounters with those who would either aid or challenge him, Ethan fights not only for dominance but for the fulfillment of every longing he once held back in his past life. With each victory, he rises higher, carving his name into the annals of history as the peerless king, above all others—an immortal legend in the making. To join the discord community - https://discord.gg/XYAJtx9pqX ------------- Content Warning: This story will explore mature themes, including R18 content, but will avoid extreme elements. Contains long and detailed smut. Huge Harem - In Depth R-18 - Detailed Sex - Gore - Big Boobs - MILF - Big ass - Netori (Stealing girls but not indiscriminately) No NTR - No sharing - No Yuri - No hypnosis - No drugs or potions that influence the girls
HeavenlyDevil · 802.2K Views

Extra's Odyssey: Dragon Spawn Of Power

The inhabitants of Valriius summoned a group of students to fight back against an impending invasion. Heroes were chosen, destinies shaped. But Oxyquin was never meant to be there. A genius, popular, and well-rounded, sure—but in the grand design of fate, he was just another extra.Just a cog in the machine of the world. Until fate—or rather, a glitch in reality—decided otherwise. One moment, he was about to confess to the girl he liked. The next, he was swallowed by a cosmic accident, dragged into a world of summoned heroes, legendary powers, and an unforgiving hierarchy of strength. Unlike the chosen, Oxy wasn’t supposed to be transmigrated. He was a mistake. A mistake given the most forgettable ability: Power (C-class). A small enhancement. Nothing more. While others gained divine weapons, psychic powers, and legendary summons, he was barely acknowledged. Not mocked. Not ridiculed. Just ignored. From an extra to the extra of extras… until the day everything changed. A training accident. A fall off a cliff. An ancient dragon’s cave. He entered the cave as an Extra. He exited as the Dragon Spawn. With a new identity, better understanding of his power, and a dangerously playful streak, Oxy is ready to shake the world. The transmigrators think he’s some legendary warrior, the Hero fears him, and the forces of Valriius don’t know whether to worship or eliminate him. One thing’s for sure—Oxy is going to enjoy every second of this. Mc personality: Trolling. Master troller. Disclaimer: MC is a genius, but he won’t use his smarts in fights. Rather he prefers to muscle through, and save his few brain cells for trolling and pranks.
Sephetu · 9.1K Views

Le Chant de la Compassion d’une Petite Fille Lâm Thị Huế - Lâm Emilie

Chapitre 1 : L’enfance dans des jours difficiles Je suis néedans une famille de cinq enfants, au milieu d’une époque où le pays subissait encore les lourdes conséquences de la guerre. À cette époque, ma famille était très pauvre. Mes parents, qui avaient grandi durant cette période difficile, n’avaient pas eu l’opportunité de bénéficier d’une éducation complète. Ainsi, toute leur vie, ils n’ont connu que le travail à la ferme, luttant durement pour subvenir aux besoins de la famille. Être agriculteur à cette époque était très éprouvant. Mes parents devaient se lever à l’aube, qu’il pleuve ou qu’il fasse beau, pour aller semer du riz ou récolter. Mais même le travail aux champs ne suffisait pas à nourrir toute la famille, alors ils devaient effectuer d’autres travaux pénibles. L’un de ces travaux était le déblaiement des pierres, un travail dangereux et épuisant. Mes sœurs, bien que très jeunes, devaient aussi suivre mes parents pour ramasser des pierres et faire exploser des mines. À un âge où elles auraient dû être à l’école comme tant d’autres enfants, elles devaient faire face à un dur labeur. La vie s’écoulait ainsi, et ma famille accueillit deux nouveaux membres – mon frère aîné, puis moi. À cette époque, au Vietnam, les garçons étaient souvent valorisés par rapport aux filles. Mon frère était choyé par mes parents bien plus que mes trois sœurs. Quant à moi, étant la benjamine, j’ai reçu le nom de Huế, d’après une ville ancienne et poétique du Vietnam. Les premiers souvenirs que je peux évoquer remontent à mes cinq ans. Je me rappelle très clairement des enfants du quartier – beaucoup étaient plus jeunes que moi – qui étaient emmenés par leurs parents à l’école maternelle. Quant à moi, je ne pouvais pas y aller. Je me contentais de me tenir à l’extérieur de l’école, à regarder à travers la fenêtre, voyant mes camarades chanter et danser joyeusement. Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi je ne pouvais pas aller à l’école comme eux, mais je ne m’en plaignais pas. Je restais là, observant silencieusement pendant un bon moment, puis je reprenais le chemin de la maison. À cette époque, j’étais une petite fille naïve et innocente, ne comprenant pas grand-chose de la vie, ne sachant que j’étais très obéissante, toujours à l’écoute de mes parents. Je ne savais pas que les années à venir seraient encore pleines de défis… Chapitre 2 : Les jours d’innocence En entrant à l’école primaire et au collège, je garde des souvenirs magnifiques de mes années passées sous le toit de cette école simple. Cette école n’était pas aussi moderne que celles d’aujourd’hui, mais c’était pour moi un endroit extrêmement cher. La cour de l’école était ombragée par de grands arbres, offrant un refuge lors des récréations pleines de rires. Chaque fois que le gong annonçait le début des cours, la cour devenait soudainement silencieuse. À cette époque, mes camarades et moi écoutions attentivement les enseignants, sans téléphones ni Internet, juste des livres et une soif d’apprendre. Le soir, je rentrais dans notre petite maison chaleureuse, où cinq frères et sœurs se retrouvaient avec nos parents. Mes sœurs avaient alors entre 17 et 18 ans, un âge rempli de vitalité et de premiers rêves. Notre maison était donc toujours animée et joyeuse. Les amis de mes sœurs venaient souvent jouer, s’asseyant autour d’un thé et discutant gaiement, ce qui rendait l’atmosphère familiale toujours vivante. Pour ma part, chaque après-midi après l’école, je me plongeais dans l’innocence de l’enfance avec mes amis du quartier. À côté de chez moi se trouvait une grande pelouse, où nous nous rassemblions chaque jour pour jouer à toutes sortes de jeux. Nous apprenions à faire du vélo, à sauter à la corde, à jouer à colin-maillard, à cache-cache… Ces jeux folkloriques faisaient partie intégrante de l’enfance de nombreuses générations, simples mais incroyablement joyeux.
mimihue · 633 Views

Aimer la Vengeance (LOVE REVENGE)

"To others, love is like the free breath of Heaven, which, once grasped, cannot be held onto but is impossible to let go. But to me, love feels like death — the twisted sensation of it creeping upon a thought, working its way through layers and cells, walls and barriers, until it breaks free and chokes the heart. But who could have known that the love I long for is the very one I have tirelessly sought my revenge on?" Kai, a scholarship student, finds himself accepted into an elite school, where the heirs and heiresses of the world's top businessmen, politicians, and even royalty are groomed for their future roles as kings and queens. It’s a place where hierarchy reigns supreme, and the social structure is more rigid than anything Kai has ever known. Here, even the teachers, caught up in their own scandals and love affairs, have little authority over the students, who navigate a world of power, privilege, and influence. As the other scholarship students scramble to secure their positions, Kai stirs up a storm by uncovering a bag of dark secrets that could bring down the most powerful figures at the top of the social pyramid. His curiosity leads him to investigate the mysterious, the unsolved death of Knox Johnson, his beloved older brother. In doing so, Kai uncovers a web of lies and hidden truths that could shake the very foundations of the school's elite society. Tune in with Kai as he overturns The Academy of Elites with his unpredictable actions and unwavering determination to uncover the truth about his brother's death. In just one eventful year, he managed to flip the entire Elite Academy on its head. ********** "You...I...Kai! Let's F***K!" Saphia blurted out across the room. The room fell into a deafening silence. **THE WEEK BEFORE** "Why do you make me feel like this? What's this feeling I'm having?" Khalil heard himself ask as he stood before the person who had been a mystery, pain in the ass and a temptation to him. Khalil's face was only a breath from Kai's, their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding, as if time itself had stopped. When the clarity of thought and reason seemed to fade away, Khalil stared deeply into Kai's captivating soul, and without further ado, he plunged into a hot and passionate kiss.
GayMe · 427 Views

With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do.

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter — business mogul, top of her class, future queen of spreadsheets, and the only Summers twin with functioning brain cells. She's survived nineteen years sharing a womb, a mansion, and half of her DNA with Eva Summers — the human embodiment of bad decisions who once tried to roast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the entire estate on fire. So when their parents arranged one of them to marry Zeke Ford — the kingdom's most notorious heartbreaker — Ava took one for the team. She didn't flinch. She didn't panic. She blinked once... probably because she was three glasses of margaritas deep after Eva spiked her drink and slid a suspicious contract under her nose — a contract that would transfer all of Ava's businesses and birthright to Eva if she refused to marry Zeke. It was the first plan Eva ever pulled off successfully — and she regretted it the moment the Fords switched the grooms at the last minute. Instead of waking up legally bound to Zeke — the charming, half-witted flirt who collects women like decorative throw pillows — Ava finds herself married to Zach Ford — the cold, brooding, emotionally constipated twin brother who hasn't smiled since the dinosaurs went extinct. The Ford family hoped Eva's lively personality would drag Zach out of his miserable cave of grief and bad attitude after his fiancée's death. Too bad they accidentally married him to the kingdom's most neurotic control freak instead. Now Ava has a whole lifetime to survive a forced marriage to a man who communicates in glances, grunts, and the occasional eyebrow twitch, convince everyone she's madly in love with her new husband... And figure out how to legally murder her sister without ruining the family name. The plan was supposed to save the Summers' reputation. Not burn the whole kingdom to the ground. "With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do." A laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers rom-com about one grumpy recluse, one reluctant perfectionist, and one contractual catastrophe that will either end in true love... Or arson with tax deductions.
ExoShaneey · 11.8K Views

I Became The Rich Second Generation Villain

Wang Haoran transmigrated into a parallel world of urban-genre novels and became a rich second-generation son. As a fated Villain, in the near future, the Protagonist will seize his beloved girlfriend and tens of billions of his family’s property. Fortunately, the plot has yet to begin… ---------------------------------------------------------- [Power Stones and Golden tickets are massively appreciated. I want this novel to be read by many people. And stones and Tickets will help a lot for that cause. Also **Every 50 Power stones=1 extra chapter** **Every golden ticket= 1 extra chapter** The release schedule will be 1 chapter every 2 days, after I finish the 1st 40 chapters that I have finished roughly. Thank you! TL note: This is a novel that goes against the routine. Are you tired of the same brain dead protagonists who salivates after the heroine like they are hungry dogs. Protagonists whom after you read about, you are losing brain cells? Characters that you angry af?? You want a somewhat sensible villain type protagonist that actually is not dumb, and can use common sense? Then this novel is somewhat for you. It should click most of the things that you want. This novel had a lot of translators, but none of them completely finished it. I read the whole thing and I am kind of satisfied with this novel. So I wanted to give other readers the same satisfaction. Major shout out to my predecessors. Especially Demonic TL(Formally known as devil heart translations). I hope you will give this a chance. I will keep trying to translate this. it may take some time as this is a solo job. So, thank you for your patience!
Not_a_mango · 10.3K Views

VAIN REALITY

Trapped in a room with locked doors and a closed window, it was just me and the bottle. Carefully, I read every inscription on it, and an instruction caught my attention. It said, “Active at low dosage.” I opened the bottle, and it's poisonous smell enveloped the room. I took a deep breath and emptied the content of the bottle into my mouth. I shook the bottle and allowed the last drop of the liquid to rest on my tongue. Then, I tossed the bottle away. I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, thinking I was never going to open them again. Just like I see in the movies. But no! It didn’t happen that way. It came with an unexplainable pain – a very awful experience where I felt like my organs were coming out of my mouth and my eyes were falling out of their sockets. There was so much blood pumping out of my nostrils as a hot tear rolled down my cheek. I held my stomach and screamed aloud to let out the excruciating pain that I felt. In my struggle for life, I fell off the bed and dragged my body, continuously trying to reach the door. Unfortunately, my bones were weakened, and I couldn’t help myself. I pounded vigorously on the door, but no one was coming to my aid. Then, I tried shouting again, but this time, I couldn’t find my voice. That was when I realized I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. Oh, my cellphone! I could call someone for help. Wanting to drag my body to the direction of my cell phone, I realized I wouldn’t be able to do that since I couldn’t lift myself off the ground. I wept bitterly, reminiscing about all the events that brought me to this point. I remembered how I constantly uploaded on my socials about how depressed I was, but no one ever understood what I was facing. I knew that when I was gone, my image would trend on media platforms, and people would try to reach out to my family, wanting to show how much they care and support… but they never really cared when I needed it. No one came to my aid except for Mr. Depression and Miss Sadness, who stood by me all this while and encouraged me to end my ordeal by leaving this world. Caught out of my thoughts, I felt this thick darkness and a threatening presence in the room, which I couldn’t escape. I knew it was time. I got tired of struggling because I was weak. My system was shutting down gradually, and my brain couldn’t function as it should. Every sound became faint, and soon I couldn’t hear them anymore. At this point, I felt no pain. My eyes were open, but I couldn’t see anymore… The darkness just grew thicker…
Favour_Chukwudum · 297 Views

Renaissance dans l'Apocalypse : La Troisième Fois, c'est la Bonne

```` Que faites-vous quand quatre hommes entrent dans votre vie et la bouleversent complètement ? Non, sérieusement, je n'en ai aucune idée. Tout ce que je voulais, c'était me cacher dans mon ranch sans personne pour me déranger, mais apparemment, ils avaient d'autres projets. Heureusement pour eux, ce n'était pas ma première apocalypse zombie. S'ils apprennent à écouter, nous pourrions juste sortir de là avec nos vies. Sinon, peut-être que je pourrais enfin reposer en paix. ------ Li Dai Lu est née et a été élevée Canadienne dans sa première vie. Cela signifiait qu'on lui avait appris à partager, à penser aux autres en premier et à maintenir la paix autant qu'elle le pouvait. Cependant, tout cela s'est retourné contre elle de manière spectaculaire. Réincarnée dans un nouveau temps et lieu, Li Dai Lu a fait de son mieux pour protéger tous ceux qu'elle pouvait des zombies qui décimaient la race humaine. Malheureusement pour elle, ceux qu'elle avait sauvés n'étaient pas aussi reconnaissants qu'ils auraient dû l'être. Tuée par les mêmes personnes qu'elle avait sauvées, elle a retenu son souffle et attendu le calme, la paix de la mort. Mais les Parques n'étaient pas trop accommodantes et notre héroïne se réveilla dans sa troisième vie, un an avant l'apocalypse zombie. Cette fois, elle vivrait sa vie selon ses propres termes et pour ceux qui n'étaient pas d'accord... eh bien, elle aurait quelques mots à leur dire. Avec quatre hommes à ses côtés, elle enlèvera le manteau de la civilité et deviendra celle qu'elle était vraiment destinée à être. Cela se changera en un harem inversé où elle n'aura pas à choisir. Il n'y a pas de m/m. Autres Romans : Danser avec les Monstres : En cours Navires de l'Étoile : Tout Nouveau ! En cours ! Discord : Sakura#6289 Canal Discord : https://discord.gg/CapanRmy Instagram : @devil_besideyou666 ````
Devilbesideyou666 · 69.6K Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 48K Views

Harvesting The Witch Queen

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.
CamilleJuteau · 1.1M Views
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