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I Got Reincarnated with OP Stats...For Snacking?

When Arila Vellion wakes up in the body of a noble girl in a magical kingdom, her first thought is not, “Where am I?” but rather, “Please don’t let this be a dating sim.” Spoiler alert: it is. And she’s the glitch in the main storyline. Reincarnated with full memories of her past life as Shizuku, a sarcastic, over-caffeinated Japanese high schooler with a sweet tooth and a love for otome games, Arila quickly realizes she’s been thrown into a romantic fantasy world complete with glittering nobles, dramatic plotlines, and way too many sparkly boys with tragic backstories. She was supposed to be a background character. A cake-obsessed extra who quietly died of heartbreak in Chapter Two. But thanks to one poorly timed lightning spell and a wyvern crash-landing into a royal ball, Arila has accidentally triggered multiple romance routes, bonded with a divine fox spirit named Ninko (who may or may not be judging everyone), and become the magical prodigy everyone’s talking about. Now, she has five elemental affinities, a rapidly growing fanbase of confused love interests, and an entire noble society that can’t decide whether she’s a genius or a walking disaster. (Hint: it’s both.) Unfortunately, the world she’s landed in doesn’t play fair. Behind the sparkles and courtly dances lies a tangled web of magical politics, ancient prophecies, and rival heroines who take their drama very seriously. From scheming villainesses with perfect hair to a bubbly commoner girl with suspicious protagonist energy, Arila is surrounded by walking plot points—and not a single one of them understands her sarcastic anime references. Between dodging marriage proposals, sabotaging flag events with strategic pastry distribution, and accidentally becoming the center of magical warfare, Arila just wants to live a chill, snack-filled life with her divine fox and a kitchen full of cocoa. But fate—and apparently the headmaster of Divine Royale Academy—has other plans. Welcome to a world where: • Your school schedule includes wand combat and etiquette for duels, • Your romantic rival might be a dragon in disguise, • And your only defense against political matchmaking is a sarcastic smirk and a frying pan. Can Arila rewrite the narrative, survive magical orientation, and launch her dream dessert empire—without becoming the final boss of this love story? Probably not. But she is wearing sneakers to the next royal event. Just in case.
Caelix108 · 142 Views

Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building] Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity. Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate a world full of uncertainty. ******** Excerpt: Triplets little show (2 years old) Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table. Ethan: “Leo, come down!” Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa. Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly] Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!” Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa. Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled] Ethan: “Finn?” Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms] Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace. Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!” Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.” Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!” They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.
ApocalypticShone · 1M Views

A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!

When Emily, a terminal cancer patient, took her final breath, she never expected to open her eyes again—especially not as a 7-year-old princess with soft, chubby cheeks and sparkling green eyes. Now living as Princess Evelisse of the grand kingdom of Florabelle, she finds herself surrounded by seven doting older brothers, each more protective than the last, and a kingdom that adores her every smile. But as she adjusts to her new life of frilly dresses, endless pampering, and royal feasts, a cute, chibi-like Fluff System suddenly appears, promising her a life of comfort if she completes weekly “Fluffy Tasks.” Tasks like: ✨ “Give your brothers a sweet, tearful smile (Reward: Extra pampering for the day!)” ✨ “Convince the grumpy Duke to carry you on his shoulders (Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost!)” ✨ “Unite two rival knights through a shared ‘baby sister protection squad’ meeting (Reward: Secret Passage Map to the Royal Kitchens)” However, hidden among the fluffy missions and sweet family moments lies a deeper purpose—uniting the fractured kingdom of Florabelle. To succeed, Evelisse must bring together not just her brothers, but also the cunning villains, misunderstood nobles, and even the eccentric court magicians, using the most powerful weapon in her tiny arsenal: OVERWHELMING CUTENESS and SMARTS. With her Fluff System guiding her and a heart determined to bring warmth to every corner of the kingdom, Evelisse sets out to become not just a pampered princess, but the heart and soul of Florabelle. After all, who knew that the key to uniting a kingdom could be as simple as a pouty lip, teary eyes, and a warm hug? [Chapter: Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]
KiX_x_X · 149K Views

The Otaku's Odyssey: Reincarnated with a Grand System

WSA Entry* *** Alex, born into the illustrious and undeniably gifted Smith family, was a stark anomaly. While his siblings excelled in everything from music to sports, h e was a blank canvas, utterly talentless. This ostracized him, making him a target for his family's disdain and bullying from his classmates. Finding solace only in the world of anime, Alex retreated into his room, spending days in a state of squalor, fueled by ramen and the fantasy worlds on his screen. One day, while attempting to microwave a plastic container filled with ramen (because even basic kitchen skills were beyond him), the microwave exploded, turning Alex's room into a scene of hilarious destruction. Instead of dying tragically, he finds himself resurrected…in the anime he loved the most, "Swords and Sorcery," a fantastical world brimming with magic and adventure. As Alex, now a fresh-faced young adventurer in this new world, he discovers he can wield the powers of any character from any anime he's ever watched. Suddenly, his days of being mocked for his lack of talent are a distant memory. He can summon the mystical powers of a powerful wizard, the strength of a legendary warrior, or the agility of a skilled ninja. He even discovers he can tap into the magical abilities of characters from lesser-known anime, like a charming witch from a forgotten shoujo series or a cunning strategist from a tactical mecha anime. Armed with his vast anime knowledge and newfound abilities, Alex embarks on a life of self-discovery and adventure. He'll navigate the complexities of this magical world, forge alliances with unlikely heroes, and face off against powerful foes, all while striving to prove his worth and overcome the trauma of his past. But as he dives deeper into this fantastical world, he'll face a new challenge: can he learn to be happy and find his place in this world, free from the shadow of his former life? *** "HAHAHAHAHA! All those useless Isekai animes animes I watched was not for waste after all...Stupid old man! Why don't you laugh at this?"
Shadow_garden · 17.3K Views

Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By Its Prince.

"Thank you. Well, now that I've managed to ruin breakfast," Lyra began, attempting a sheepish smile. "Apologies for that, by the way…" She tilted her head slightly, trying to come across as both remorseful and adorable. Elias didn't miss a beat. "Oh, you apologise in your world? I thought it was a foreign concept to you." Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Uh… am I missing something? Am I supposed to owe you any other apology aside from this?" She gestured dramatically at the battlefield formerly known as the breakfast table. "I guess we can consider bumping into a man while stark naked the norm in your world, then?" Lyra's jaw dropped in outrage, and she immediately slapped her palm to the table. "Bumping? You bumped into me! You were in the room without knocking!!! You wanted to see me naked!!!" "Oh, speak a little bit louder," he said in a low, venomously sarcastic tone. "I don't think the entire castle heard you. Please, by all means—broadcast to the staff, the kitchen, the stables—that you, an unmarried lady… yes?... were alone in a room with a bachelor. Oh wait, naked!" He leaned in with a smirk. "That's not the scandal of the century. So go on… speak even louder. Maybe the bards will write a song about it." Lyra narrowed her eyes at him. "You're an asshole," she said.  "You're a constipated… sad… pompous… asshole!!! You know that?" she shot back, rising to her feet. Thaddeus, who had quietly been trying to clean up the spill without being noticed, froze in place. How is it that anyone could speak to the prince this way? And get away with it. Even Lady Lirae, whom he was head over heels in love with wouldn't dare. "I wouldn't know…" Elias said, his lips twitching into a devilish smirk. "I have never peeked into an ass's hole before. Apparently, you have, seeing how you're being quite graphic. Tell me, Miss Lyra… what else did you find in there?" ***** Trapped in another world, where carriages are ridden instead of Ubers, Lily is apparently the doppelgänger of a missing/dead noblewoman. She meets the brooding, annoyingly handsome prince- Elias who is constantly amazed at how improper she is. But when Lyra finds out that Elias was on trial for the disappearance of her doppelganger. She is frightened into desperately finding a way out of the Cursed Terra Lucida. Elias offers her a deal, if she can pretend to be Lirae until he can find out what happened to her, then he would help her find her way back to her world. And so it begins, a fake engagement, a rushed wedding and the unravelling of a plot so evil, it would shake the entire Terra Lucida. WARNING; includes very sexy and steamy detailing.
JoyceOrtsen · 11.8K Views

Shadow of the Phantom Curse [BL]

Weewooweewoo! As the latest agent recruited by the Bureau of Paranormal Activity, Catheris Orial–suffice to say–is NOT having a swell time being dragged around. His mentor is kind of a deadbeat; he has to wake up way too early; it's obviously not fun getting jumped on the job; and oh… oh that damned partner of his…! Catheris never asked for any of this–in fact he didn't want the job in the first place; he was already a tailor. Rather, he was forced into this by an unexpected roommate. He knew that moving to a new place would bring along some uncertainties and surprises, but having a demon was NOT what he had in mind. It’d never show itself and would fuck up his kitchen for whatever petty reason. He didn't care about that, why would he? He found it a tad bit amusing–until its behavior had a drastic change. He found himself having episodes: clawing at his neck, unable to breathe. Suddenly, he’d wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, chest tight before he’d notice the wetness on his cheeks–crying searing hot ink again. The most jarring thing was how it’d appear in his liminal dreams. He wasn't the paranoid type, but he wasn't stupid–it was all real. That’s when he unfortunately met Detective Mr. Beo, who offered him a deal–either suffer, or let the government study him. Unfortunately, said detective is also his partner. But… the other coworkers aren't so bad. In conclusion the man is fucked, literally and metaphorically.
Myririad · 3.4K Views

Seraphina Vale

Three days before the wedding, Seraphina Vale thought she was living a fairytale. Julian’s penthouse smelled like citrus and cedarwood, the kind of scent you could bottle and name Success. He stood by the kitchen island in sweatpants and no shirt, hair still damp from the gym, smiling at her like she was the prize he never had to chase. “You’re staring,” he teased. Sera smirked over her coffee. “I’m just trying to remember why I said yes.” Julian crossed the room in three long strides, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her like a man who always got what he wanted. “Because I’m devastatingly handsome and your mother loves me.” “Mm, two things I may soon regret.” She laughed, but it caught somewhere in her chest. Everything about her life looked perfect from the outside—magazine-worthy engagement, New York socialite status, a fiancé with flawless teeth and a startup about to go public. Her wedding hashtag had trended for two days straight. But something in Julian had changed in the last few months. He was still charming, still doted on her in public, still gave her everything she asked for. Everything except... presence. His kisses landed like rehearsed lines. His touches didn’t linger. And worst of all—he was always texting. Constantly. Smiling at his phone when he thought she wasn’t looking. Swiping it away too fast when she was. Sera asked once, lightly, “Who’s got you so entertained?” Julian had smiled and said, “Work, babe. You know how it is.” And she did. She wanted to believe him. She needed to. Because the alternative was a truth too ugly to say out loud. --- That afternoon, she met Madeline for dress fittings. Madeline had been her best friend since prep school—the kind of friend who held your hair back while you puked and swore she’d take your secrets to the grave. She was tall, magnetic, unapologetically wild. If Sera was the grace, Madeline was the chaos. “You’re glowing,” Madeline said, adjusting the bust of her lavender bridesmaid dress in the mirror. “You’re going to ruin every woman’s self-esteem on Saturday.” Sera looked at herself. The silk gown shimmered like a dream. But all she could see was a girl pretending not to notice how fast her world was unraveling. Madeline leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You sure you’re ready for monogamy? One man for the rest of your life? No more flirty brunch waiters or sultry European getaways?” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about giving up flirty brunch waiters?” They both laughed, but Sera caught the flicker in Madeline’s eyes. A flash of guilt? Or just her own imagination turning shadows into monsters? She told herself not to be paranoid. She had no reason to be. Madeline had been there through everything—every broken heart, every public failure, every bottle of rosé drunk at 2 a.m. in their twenties while crying over boys who didn’t deserve them. Julian was hers. Madeline was her best friend. What could possibly go wrong? --- Later that night, lying in bed with Julian’s arm thrown over her waist like a lazy anchor, Seraphina stared at the ceiling and whispered, “You still love me, right?” Julian didn’t move. “Of course.” “No hesitation?” He chuckled, half-asleep. “You’re just having wedding nerves, babe. It’s normal.” She wanted to ask about the texts. About the long nights at the office. About why he kept turning away from her in bed. Instead, she closed her eyes. And dreamed of waves crashing and silk burning.
Creese · 21.2K Views

THE STRONGEST WARRIOR

The Strongest Warrior A novel of pain, purpose, and the power that awakens when a people remember who they are. In a forgotten corner of the land, nestled beneath the shadow of mountains and veiled by dense forest, lies a village once filled with songs, celebration, and sacred tradition. This village, now called Bakoto, has become a memory of itself—its fields bare, its elders weary, and its people fractured by years of raids, injustice, and an unshakable silence that hovers like a curse. There was a time when Bakoto was feared for its warriors, respected for its wisdom, and revered for its spirit. But time, misfortune, and the schemes of rival territories have reduced its strength to whispers and prayers. No one dares to stand. No one dares to dream. Until one does. Born in the midst of this suffering, a child watches the world crumble around them—not with passive despair, but with a burning awareness that something greater lies beyond the pain. Marked by vision and an unwavering sense of purpose, this child learns in secret what the elders no longer teach: the old songs, the sacred rhythms, the lost forms of combat and communion. Every wound, every loss becomes a lesson. Every injustice, a call to action. Leaving behind the safety of obscurity, this soul journeys far from home—learning, growing, and facing tests meant for warriors twice their age. Across enemy lines, through foreign cultures, and amid sacred mountains, they gather not just strength of body, but clarity of mind and depth of heart. The world is vast and often cruel, but the wisdom they gain becomes a map—a spiritual compass pointing back to where the true battle waits. When they return, the village barely recognizes them. Strong. Focused. Unshaken. But what matters most is not what they’ve become, but what they’ve come to do. This is not just a return. It’s a reckoning. One by one, the villagers are stirred from their slumber. The warrior does not demand worship, nor bow before the weight of history—they listen, they serve, they lead. Fields begin to flourish again, drums echo in the night, and eyes that once stared into the dust now gleam with fire. But change awakens enemies, and Bakoto's revival draws attention from those who once benefitted from its silence. A storm begins to gather. The warriors of old had passed, but now, a new storm-bearer rises—a leader who does not rule by fear but moves with the soul of the land. As armies approach and betrayal threatens from within, the people must choose: to fall once more into fear or rise beside the one who reminded them of their strength. What follows is not merely a war for land. It is a war for identity, for memory, and for the sacred bond between people and purpose. Lives will be lost, secrets unearthed, and destinies rewritten. And in the heart of it all, the warrior will face their truest test—not against enemies, but against doubt, grief, and the weight of being more than human in the eyes of the people. The Strongest Warrior is not a tale of a hero saving a village. It is the story of a village remembering its own heartbeat. It is about what happens when one person dares to believe that change is possible—and when others dare to believe with them. It is about the sacred cost of leadership, the beauty of collective healing, and the truth that even the strongest warrior cannot rise without the people standing behind them. This is a novel where spiritual forces weave through everyday life, where the physical and the divine meet on battlegrounds and in kitchen huts, and where the scars of the past are both painful and prophetic. This is Bakoto’s story. This is the story of the fire that refused to go out. This is The Strongest Warrior.
Adewunmi_Abiodun · 13.7K Views

No Where To Run: Trapped With My Archenemy

WARNING: MATURE AND SENSITIVE CONTENT- (CRIME THRILLER) "To kill the person who took the happiness away from her life." That's what Mizuki's mission when she returned to imperial city after 15years of seclusion, disguised as Ming Yue, a naive housemaid who is doted by her master. However, while plotting her revenge, little did she know that the person who is responsible for her happiness happens to be someone she never expected- Her archenemy. -------------------------------------------- "Don't look for happiness in the same place where you lost it." That's what Wan Yi Jun believed when he left the imperial city as a teenager. However, after searching for his lost happiness every where he had finally returned to where he belongs, after 15 years of exile. As the captain of the special task force team, Wan Yi Jun is on a mission to capture one of the deadliest mafia leaders, an individual who pose threat to the nation. But little did he know that his key to happiness lies with someone he least expected- His archenemy. ------------------------------------ What happens when two archenemies stay under the same roof? "Miss Ming, the way you knead the dough often reminds me of kick-boxing." He cooed in her ears as he fondled with her flour-covered fingers. "Sorry, master. I'm into wrestling." She slipped away, but only to get pinned onto the kitchen slab by him. "Wrestling...Hmmm, then how about we fight a couple of rounds...in my bedroom?" "My knife skills are even better, wanna try, master?" ___________________________ "You claimed that your knife skills are better than mine, then why did you miss my neck?" He asked the girl who stood fearlessly at the point-blank of his gun, "I should've aimed at your heart." She replied while pulling out her katana from it's shield. "Honey, you don't really need a weapon to kill me." He drops his gun and smiles. ------------------------------ Bounded by hearts, but forbidden by the morals of society and law, can love bloom between them? 1. Silver Tier Winner #WPC_215 2. Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, I will take it down if the creator demands. 3. Also read my other book "Empress of the lost kingdom" and The doomed destiny on Webnovel. Please buy me Kofi :-https://ko-fi.com/monsoonmangoes0502 Follow me:- Instagram: Monsoon_Mangoes
Monsoon_Mangoes · 153.9K Views

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Mehrajān's heart is a fragile mosaic, pieced together by moments with the one person who defined her world—Muazam. In this reflective and raw exploration of love and loss, Mehrajān finds herself looking back at the memories of the boy she loved, the boy who was always just out of reach. Each chapter is a separate fragment of their intertwined lives, capturing a single moment that was forever marked by him. In one chapter, Mehrajān stands frozen in her kitchen, hearing a conversation between Muazam and her aunt that shatters her heart. His rejection of her—the very person who had quietly fallen for him—leaves her feeling lost and betrayed. Yet, this is only one of the many moments that have shaped her emotional landscape. Every recollection is a mixture of passion, pain, and nostalgia—memories of fleeting glances, whispered words, and unspoken connections that shaped her world. The narrative doesn't follow a linear path but instead unfolds like a scattered collection of thoughts and emotions, each memory tied to Muazam, each one a chapter of her heart. Through these fragments, Mehrajān grapples with the complexity of love, the sorrow of unrequited feelings, and the confusion of growing up in a world of family expectations and personal desires. [ CHOOSE ME ] is not just a love story—it's a tender journey through a girl’s heart, where love is never simple, and the memory of someone can change everything. Through each chapter, readers will find themselves drawn into Mehrajān’s world, feeling the weight of her unspoken love and the bittersweet truth that sometimes, memories are all that remain.
Marwa_Tahir · 15K Views

When A Filipino got Isekai'd with a Twist ! "only I can summon those!"

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero! #connected universe!
WrathBuh69 · 72.4K Views
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