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[BL] My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!

My first novel yaey (⁠ノ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ノ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Guwuys I don't settle for 1.5k words per chapter but do tell me if I need to shorten them huhuwu Give this book a chance ples (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠`⁠) ——— Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow sucked his soul right out and offered him a better life than this. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. He was invited to transmigrate into different realities without any restrictions. It wasn't a Villain system, a Cannon fodder system... it doesn't belong to any category. Just experiencing the worlds should be enough to satisfy it. Furan Shi agreed with one condition. Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’ System: Are you… sure about this? Furan Shi, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) [Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.] [Yes, the host is always a demihuman, more often than not part animal haha.] [No, the host isn't always an animal demihuman.] [And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] I do apologize in advance. I can only offer a small, squishy Furan Shi with ears and tail(/s). Also, I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... ehe..
santaVanilla · 19.8K Views

Raid: The Blacksmith

"Okay, so first off, my Innate Mana is incredibly low. Way too low to even be classified as a bona fide Warrior. Haha, totally funny God!! If you're even there anyway! Second, I spent three years, three whole years! Training to increase my Overall Mana through Accumulated Mana, but guess what? All I get as a result is a measly tenth of the Mana of what an average Warrior would normally get, emphasis on the 'average'! Get me!? But that's cool, that's cool, no that's fine, that's perfect, real peachy, totally not bumbed out about it! What? I'm lying and it's not fine? And I'm actually bumbed out about it? Sh-Shut up, you don't know anything! Anyway, what's third, you ask? What? You didn't ask? Well I'll tell you anyway, I'm an F-Rank, that's right, an F-Rank. The only one in the world at that. So basically, I'm the weakest Warrior in existence. Ain't that something? But you know what? That's also fine, 'cause I don't care... No really I don't. It's true, stop doubting me already, I can see your face through the fourth-wall! Yeah, that's right, better watch yourself. So what if I'm the weakest Warrior, huh? I'm still capable, I just have to do my best, push passed my limits! Yeah, 'make do with what you have' is what I always say. What? I'm lying again? When have I ever said that? Again, shut up, you don't know anything!" *** In a world where monsters from many portals called Dungeon Gates threaten mankind as we know it and half of the world's population Awakens as superhumans with skills and the ability to manipulate Magic in order to pass through said Dungeon Gates to clear the Dungeons, Raid, a 19-year old orphan finds he has no choice but to pick a very weak Class after Awakening as a Warrior due to his low Mana Capacity, the only F-Rank Class in the entire world, Blacksmith. Faced with the cruelty of the possibility of being seen as the weakest Warrior of all time, he decides to not let it hold him back. Follow Raid on his journey to make the most of the cards he's been dealt, even if those cards are...urgh, do I really have to say it? "Yes, yes, you do" Fine. Even if those cards are...pretty shitty cards. "Yeah, that's right, you heard the author. Even as the weakest Warrior, I'll show all those other High-Ranked Warriors what's what! Tag along for some fun if you're interested"
YoungArchitect · 2.1K Views

Cursed Witch of Grimrot

[MATURE CONTENT] Bound to demons by blood. Bound to demons by heart. It doesn't matter where Emory is, darkness will always find and claim her. *** Emory Redfern is not only the weakest witch in her coven, but she's also cursed. What kind of curse it is and who put it on her is just as good of a guess as yours. For all she knows it's just bad luck, as her life seems to be full of it. However, when she messes up a particular summoning spell, a demon slaughters her entire coven. When she's saved - though, she would prefer the term kidnapped - by a demon hunter named Rome, she discovers that not everything is as they seem. And whatever darkness that lurks inside of her, it's going to be the catalyst to set it all off. *** “Can you be quiet? I'm trying not to die here.” Parma finally says something that isn't the word fuck. Emory is about to point out that maybe she should try keeping her mouth shut too, seeing as she even heard her muttering about murder and killing. She's suddenly surrounded by a lot of it, now. It's not something nice to notice. “If you hadn't stolen my pie, I don't think we would be in here at all.” Emory shrugs, then she remembers Parma can't really see her in here. Unless she can because she's a vampire or a werewolf. “Hey,” Emory whispers, “What are you?” There's a strange sound that Parma makes in the back of her throat and then a moment of silence. “I just wanted to know if you could see in this darkness,” Emory sighs, rolling her eyes. “Why is everyone here so prickly?” “Why are you such a fu-” Emory’s hands fumble over Parma's face in the dark until she finds her mouth and covers it with her palm. Hmm, she tilts her head, okay Walker is right about this being a good way to shut people up. And then Emory bites her lip to keep from crying because Walker is gone now. “Okay, seriously,” she murmurs. “One, you need to stop cursing. Two, this may be rated eighteen plus, but you shouldn't take advantage of that.”
HydieMay · 13.1K Views

Miss Frail And Her Barmy BF

"Miracles do happen when you are with your best friend!" ---- "She will sleep with me even after your marriage! Do you have a problem with it?" Laura questioned loudly, earning everyone's attention present in that hall. "And we are thinking of even sharing our husband," She continued looking at Ayra who was now whiter than a ghost. When did she agree on such crap? "So, Mister X! Do you accept this buy-one-get-one-free offer?" Laura calmly asked, her eyes sparkling with nothing but mischief, "You have 10 seconds to reply!"  "Ugh ugh." The guy, Ayra's date choked out his drink. "I I," He stammered, as it was just too much for his brain to replicate! "Times up Mister X! Babe, let's go." Grabbing Ayra's hand, Laura got up to leave. And when people thought she was crazy enough to say such words, she stopped in her way and walked back to his seat. Taking the untouched drink she had ordered earlier, she poured it down his head! Gasps and murmurs built a commotion around, but the manager stood behind, not daring to trigger the girl who had this city under her feet. "A wealthy man...." With scorn, Laura continued, "With an octopus-like-physic you would never earn a few bitches to play around. So, Mister Humanly-Octopus, do have plastic surgery before your next date!"  Her words turned him red while people around controlled their laughs. Wearing her sunglasses, she glanced around the room before dragging Ayra out. "What What was that?" Ayra trembled, as they reached the parking. "The act of a Wicked BF saving her Frail Girl-Friend!" Chuckling at her own comment, Laura entered the car. "BF?" Ayra halted, confused and surprised by the turn of events. "Of course, Best Friend darling!" Saying that Laura winked at her and drove off at a high speed. … Disowned by the family, and ditched by her husband who turned out to be a jerk, Ayra Dale is now set to sail alone, to live for her baby that still had to see this world. But what would be the tragedy when she is offered a contract marriage? To be the mother of a 3-year-old cutie pie? Laura Davies a headstrong doctor, the craziest one you will ever meet had everything her heart desired. Wicked and immoral, this heiress ruled the world with her principles. But when the guy she had distanced all her life returns, will she still stick to her plans or open her heart to him?
KwimZhi · 17.5K Views

Re: Intertwined Destiny

Bai Shuyin, a young high-schooler turned human vegetable, was transmigrated into a novel she casted aside because of how humdrum the plot was. Waking up as the poor sister who was destined to protect her baby brother villain and die a tragic death really was the cherry on the sundae.  Normally Bai Shuyin would just go along with any role she was given since she hated complicated and troublesome things. "I hope this is worth the trouble," was what she thought to herself.  She decided to go against the plot, perhaps, trying to change her fate as she went. However, she just realized that she had almost no clue about the book at all! What she knew was only the main characters and the villain. Not the major problem, not the climax, she didn't even know what happened at the end of the book.  She thought people who transmigrated would have their own system who would elaborate the background of the book and sell hidden powers with countless missions to complete, yet she had none! She truly was a cannon fodder in this book. Bai Shuyin glanced at the little villain that throtelled after her. Should she ask him? What crisis would he go through in the future? Would he even know anything else besides sticking to her side like a glue? The title of this novel was called "The Crown Prince and The Devious Tyrant King". This little boy was nothing but a cute little pie. What caused him to blacken? However, in the unexpected chaos, love came hitting her out of nowhere. She was faced with a love interest in the form of a flamboyant red peacock, whom she found herself falling for.  The wind blew gently against the red crimson hair, those indigo eyes burned into her own. With one knee on the ground; a gesture that shouldn't be done by a crown prince, and a hand stretched out towards her, he said, "Are you willing to rule over the world, side by side, with me as your companion?” This story is just about a dumb MC trying to survive in the world that ask too much of what her braincells could comprehend. *The cover is commissioned art, all rights belong to me and the artist, Laylee.
SleepyKola · 454.2K Views

Anterograde

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application that made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most." Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative. You will do as I say or pay the price. Her past has reared its ugly head. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Running along the gravel path in the woods makes her realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front toward where I stood. The trees continued protesting against the wind as it blew their seeds. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on my clothes and in the creek. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back and hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams?
DaoistQPnEGA · 19.8K Views
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