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Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others. "Fuck, I'm in deep shit!" — Aristia Andrews had just come back home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. She becomes Aristia Amberale, the beloved five year old daughter of the only Grand Duke and Imperial Prince of the kingdom, said to be loved by all in the kingdom. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a hopelessly adorable younger brother who just might be a sis-con, loyal-to-the-death servants and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. First of all, she discovers that her character is actually hated and not loved. Then, she finds out she's not really the female lead. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, and secrets to uncover, and perhaps she'll find a dash of love along the way. But... "Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? The female lead is over there." "You, stop following me around, will you? You're supposed to hate me!" "Stay back, all of you! What's wrong with you?!" But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? And why was the cold, unloving soon-to-be Emperor of that powerful Empire paying attention to her instead of the female lead? It wasn't supposed to be like this...

30000+ Words Before Locked ______ Leon never asked for greatness. He just wanted to escape his flirty stepbrother and survive another miserable day. But fate had other plans—delivered by a lightning bolt and a cosmic accident. Reborn in a brutal world of mana, monsters, and cultivation, Leon starts at the bottom. No legacy. No allies. No system. Just seven divine treasure spins. And then—everything changes. [Class: Elemental Paragon(SSS)] A class whispered only in dread. A name that doesn’t exist—only a myth followed. Along with the class came another gift. [Ding!] [Host successfully connected to Cosmic System!] Unlike the standard system others in his world use, Leon’s was different. It came with features no one else had—like a mysterious [SHOP], filled with items so rare they bordered on myth. Treasures that could warp reality. Twist fate. Even in the lowest of the low Earthly Planes, Leon could purchase artifacts of Legendary or even Mythical rank. But every treasure had a cost—one no amount of gold could pay. And then there was the [CHAT]. A place where the most terrifying beings in existence—galaxy-shattering Absolutes and universe-warping entities—casually exchanged words. Like The Keeper of The Dimensions, Lord of Space and Time… In that chat, Leon was mistaken as one of them. One of the powerful. One of the untouchable. In reality, he was weaker than a worm compared to them. But that wouldn’t last. Leon made himself a quiet promise: 'One day, I’ll meet them for real.' 'And when I do…' 'I won’t be mistaken anymore.' He’ll rise. He’ll reach the apex. ____ #NO NTR #NO Yuri ____ Discord: https://discord.gg/yD2GXRHHfp Patreon for Exclusive Content including NSWF. Don't miss out on free goodies exclusive to even free Patreon members. patreon.com/DesEnd596

[Mature Warning : Contains Lemons] Lor finds himself in Class D, a group of misfits struggling with poor grades, weak magical control, or social challenges. To his surprise, the academy’s curriculum feels absurdly simple—akin to second-grade math—making it easy for him to excel if he chose to. Yet, he prefers to stay under the radar. Coincidentally, in Class D: Lor is the only male student, surrounded by a group of strikingly attractive female classmates. While most of them dream of elevating their class to the prestigious A-tier, their efforts consistently fall short. Seeing their struggles, Lor decides to step in—but on his own terms. He spins a tale of a mysterious magical power, a “the Guiding Light” that demands he fulfill perverted, obscene acts in exchange for his guidance. In truth, there’s no such power. Lor relies solely on his sharp intellect to mentor his classmates, all while maintaining his façade as an average, unassuming student. Thus, helping their D Class emerge through the ranks. "I want to score better in math." "That will be 5 minutes of squeezing your...." __________ Contains anal, bdsm, threesomes, kinks, perverted things, orgies. oyakodon, milf, etc etc. This has a blend of classroom of the elite. a bit of. no ntr no yuri - Everyone is above the age of 18/ equivalent

A darker spin on the legend of Diarmuid from the Fionna Cycle and Fate Zero. Diarmuid, a dual lance wielder who lost his honor and knighthood in the name of love gets a chance to redeem himself when the Roman starts to invade his country. However, fate has another plan as he is captured and sold into slavery. In a roman city where brutality and greed overcomes principles and honor, and where the desperate citizens of the city cast their twisted wishes and dreams upon the gladiators of the arena, Diarmuid struggles to keep his honor and knighthood until he is caught in the schemes and chaos of the power struggle between the young whimsical governor and his strict mysterious niece. On a journey to retrieve freedom and love, the goal is lost, principles shifts, cruel justifications and facts dominates, hearts change and love fades... will the two spears of roses and sun maintain their purity and elegance or will these blesses be redefined within the cursed struggles in the arena? Characters are inspired by fate zero's lancer, saber, archer and many more but their story lines and characteristic are different, more twisted and crueler in this psychological romance and action of preserving one's identity without being tainted.

Selena thought her life was picture-perfect. Married to her high school sweetheart, Peter, with a quiet, comfortable home and the kind of stability most women dream of. But stability shatters when Peter, the man she trusted most, suggests an open marriage... just to explore things with his secretary. Devastated and emotionally shattered, Selena walks into a nightclub for the first time in nearly a decade. One reckless night. One familiar face. That’s all it takes to set her world spinning. Jack Brooks, her brother’s best friend, the one man who always felt a little too off-limits, is there. Older, bolder, and far more dangerous to her heart than she ever remembered. What begins as an impulsive escape turns into something addictive. Jack becomes her forbidden thrill that grows into something raw, obsessive, and all-consuming. But secrets have a habit of surfacing. And when Peter discovers the truth, the fallout is catastrophic. The marriage implodes. Family bonds rupture. And Selena is left to pick up the pieces alone. She flees to New York, determined to rebuild from scratch. Hardened by betrayal and scarred by the mess she left behind, Selena shuts down the part of herself that once craved love. Now, she plays by her own rules; a seductive, ruthless, and untouchable woman with no attachments and apologies. After years of struggles, success, and power come in her way, but emotional detachment has a price, and Selena doesn’t realize how much of herself she’s lost until she sees Jack again. And suddenly, the walls she built start to crack, because it was never guilt that haunted her... it was love. But is love enough now? Can Jack forgive the woman Selena has become? Can he accept her, flaws and all? Or has too much been broken to ever put back together?

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Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.

The world was never the same after that day. Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about. Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe. Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction. The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival. Until the Great Calamities appeared. In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts. One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. Why? For what reason were they punished so? Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place. He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. “It can only be me.” He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories. He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. That was his sacred duty as its final survivor. *** Discord: https://discord.gg/dgbw4RS4ec

“I didn’t mean to summon you… but hey, you’ll do.” Kira wasn’t chosen. He wasn’t special. He was just the result of a divine roulette spun by a bored god — a god too lazy to fight for influence like the others, but rich enough in divine energy to mess around. Kira? A timid 22-year-old shut-in with no job, no passion, and zero emotional volatility. And yet… something about him caught the god’s eye. Or maybe the god just couldn’t be bothered to spin again. Now thrown into the world of Numen, Kira is given a one-of-a-kind system, total freedom, and only one instruction: “Go do whatever. I’ll be watching.” There is no need to slay demon lords or to protect kingdoms — just a quiet guy and a lazy god ready to break the world's balance and make something new, together. Calm. Overpowered. Free. Let the gamble begin.

Millions of years ago, a prophecy was whispered into the fabric of time—of four gods who would each choose a mortal Vessel. Together, these Vessels would reshape the world… or watch it crumble. In the mist-shrouded town of Grayeve, a boy is born under an ordinary roof to a fisherman and a housewife. Yet, when he first opens his eyes, the clocks of the world stop ticking. Unknown to him, four ancient Saints stir. A god’s gaze turns to the mortal realm once more. Ten years later, time freezes again—this time, only for him. A mysterious man steps from shadows long forgotten and leads the boy to a church no one visits… where timelines crack, clocks spin in reverse, and divine truth speaks through stone and silence. His name is Eiran. And he is the Vessel of the God of Creation—bearing powers that can reshape reality, distort space, and freeze time. But power comes with a price. Whispers of war brew. Other Vessels stir in distant lands. And the gods who once watched now remain silent.

Gorum, The Unstoppable was a Brave of the continent Ugdual, with achievements uncountable and strength unapproachable. But the people did not appreciate his demeanor, no matter how much good he did. Follow Gorum down his new path, through dark and into light. [Authors Note] Gorum, The Unstoppable is a spin-off of my first novel, Unfortunately, Reincarnated. Which I unfortunately dropped recently due several narrative mistakes and will reboot in the future. But don't worry, you'll be able to read this easily without the base material, I'll make sure of it. Also, I have a very bad upload schedule and often get writers block or just plain don't have enough time to write. Don't worry though, I won't ever drop the story without warning you all first.

"Ahhh!" The screams of Selene echoed through the night as Lucian's claws tore through the silver chains binding her wrists. He positioned himself closely and growled, "You are mine now. If you think you'll escape, go ahead. I'll catch you anywhere." Exiled and betrayed by her own coven, Selene Nightshade thought she had escaped the deepest ravine of her past. But when Alpha Lucian Bloodclaw captures her, this ruthless leader of the werewolf clan becomes her captor, her tormentor, and her fated mate. Prophecy binds them both and neither wants it. Selene is thrown into the hotbed of a deadly game of power, obsession, and survival. Lucian rules with a heavy hand, his heart hardened by betrayal. He regards Selene as a pawn in his game of dominance, a weapon to cement his control over vampires and werewolves. But, fate entwines their lives and defines where the line between hatred and desire stands as the shadows of their past life emerge. But danger lurks beyond the fortress walls. His scheming brother, Darius, and the cunning witch, Raven, have their own plan for Selene and the prophecy which ties them together. Dark secrets are unearthed, and Selene is forced to choose between fighting for her freedom or becoming entwined in a ghastly bond with the man who could either be her greatest ally or her total undoing. In a world bent on betrayal, passion, and dark obsession, Bound by Blood spins a compelling tale of fated love on the brink of destruction. Will they destroy each other, or will the bond tying them save them both?

Seraphina, a lowly omega, captures the attention of the cold and ruthless Alpha Caelum, who defies his infamous rule and keeps returning to her. Their bond is undeniable, but shatters when he marries Luna Elira for power. Heartbroken and pregnant, Seraphina vanishes into exile. Sheltered by Darius, Caelum’s enigmatic cousin, she forms a new mate bond with him—one built on protection and secrets. But when Seraphina learns she’s descended from a moon-blessed bloodline and that her child is part of an ancient prophecy, her life spins into chaos. Now hunted by Elira, torn between two powerful Alphas, and trapped between fate and love, Seraphina must rise from the ashes of betrayal to protect her child. The soul bond, the prophecy, and a fading wolf spirit force her to choose not just who to love—but who she’s willing to become.

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”

Jeff, who died while doing his usual daily routine, found himself transmigrated into another world one that was twice the size of Earth. At first, he thought life would be the same. Peaceful. Boring, even. Just another world with different skies and landscapes. But he was wrong. On one fateful night, while he lay in his small room, a sudden ding echoed through the air. It was sharp, clear, and unnatural like something out of a sci-fi film. And then… something appeared before his eyes. [Luck Spin System has finally bind] [Congratulation you have gotten a skill: Godly Programming] With this luck finally his dream can finally come true which is making games, seeing that their was no minecraft in this world he decided to recreate it. Then his journey began starting as a programmer, he quickly rose to dominate the digital field, racing field, swimming field, shooting field, combat field, robotics field, hacking field, academic field, business field, gaming field, drone piloting field, artificial intelligence field, engineering field, virtual reality field, and even the military simulation field What would Jeff do with all these, skill and titles read to find out of course. ... Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll continue to support me on my journey as an author. ******************************************** DISCLAIMER ******************************************** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications (such as ChatGPT, Minecraft, or other well-known services), or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators. The author has no intention to defame, discredit, or infringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events. Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.

In the depths where light dies and even the gods dare not whisper, the world hides its final secret: a heartbeat. It is not beast. It is not god. It is something older. Hungrier. A pulse that has waited for centuries beneath the skin of the earth, spinning dreams from shattered skulls and nesting nightmares in stone wombs. The ones above call it the Abyss. They are wrong. It is the echo of everything we’ve tried to forget— every buried god, every silenced scream, every name erased by time and shame. Those who descend with fire in their hands believe they are hunters. But what they carry is not flame—only their chains. And what they seek are not monsters—only their own reflection, sharpened and starving. For in the Abyss, the monsters sing lullabies to the bones of our ancestors. And they wonder: Which god dared to create such fragile, cruel things… and name them human? Now the walls bleed. The stones breathe. And something stirs behind the veil of the world, raising a blackened hand not to conquer— but to erase. Because the Abyss does not forgive. It does not forget. And when the last light flickers out… will the darkness fear the gaze of man? Or will man remember too late what the darkness truly is?

Audrey Jones has spent her life trapped behind pristine walls, part of a family that shines in public and shatters in private. To their church and school community, the Joneses are the perfect family—devoted parents, active leaders, and doting caretakers. But behind the doors of their immaculate home, Audrey is subjected to cruel punishments, relentless gaslighting, and isolation designed to break her. When the Joneses adopt Mia, the daughter of their deceased friends, Audrey hopes for a sister. Instead, she gains her worst tormentor. Charming and cunning, Mia quickly earns their parents' favor and manipulates her way into the role of the perfect child. With each passing day, Mia spins a web of lies that paints Audrey as unstable, pushing her deeper into loneliness and convincing everyone around her—including her teachers—that Audrey is dangerous. But Mia’s greatest weapon is not the belt or the starvation. It’s the story she weaves so masterfully that no one questions it. When Audrey collapses at school, worn down by sleepless nights and Mia’s slow chemical sabotage, she finds an unexpected ally in Mrs. Hayes, an English teacher who sees through the golden facade. As the Joneses tighten their grip and Mia’s manipulation escalates to terrifying heights, Audrey must decide whether to keep surviving inside the golden cage—or find the strength to shatter it. In a world where truth is dismissed as delusion and love is wielded as a weapon, Audrey's fight is not just for freedom, but for the right to own her story.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

In the quiet hours of a lazy morning, Myrul, a young man with a penchant for avoiding risks, wakes up to the blaring sound of his alarm clock. After a groggy start to his day, a quick shower, and a simple breakfast order, he stumbles upon a mysterious book titled "The Lord of Rebellion" hidden among his collection. The book, with its ominous black-and-gold cover and cryptic warning-"Read at your own risk"-immediately piques his curiosity, though he tries to dismiss it. But the book has other plans. When Myrul attempts to ignore it, strange phenomena begin to occur: the fan in his room spins wildly, the bookshelf collapses, and a blinding white light erupts from the pages. Despite his efforts to resist, He is forcefully pulled into the book, leaving behind his frozen world and his sleeping friend. ------- Not to much details story Just a light fun comedy . 3RD POV Dropped Forget the Plot haha

The moment the dart struck my back, I staggered. Heat flooded my limbs, then numbness__ like my body was sinking while still standing. I heard Seraphina scream my name, but her voice sounded far away, like she was underwater. The cave blurred__ shadows dancing, lights spinning. My legs gave out _ I crumbled beside nyra. My hands resting on her wings. Was this how it ended? I blinked, the figures closed in. Then __ a roar. It wasn't nyra, not even human. The air changed _ electric and sharp. Like a storm had entered the cave. Then came the sound _ swift and brutal. I saw shadows, one in front of me__ nails long, curvy, eyes pure gold. She just killed one man with her bare hand. A gunshot. Another. A shout cut short. A man screamed. Something crashed hard against the wall. I tried to lift my head __ but to no avail. A blue of black and silver swept past me. Like a shadow but with purpose. A familiar voice barked "why the hell is she here". Low. Cold. Unforgiving. Draven? I tried to speak _ but couldn't. My lips moved, but nothing came out. Darkness bled in from the edge of my vision. The last thing I saw was Draven kneeling beside me _ gloved hands, lifting me up gently. His eyes were now pure gold. Anger. Wildness. Protection. Then nothing, only darkness

Hints of there being other dimensions have been rumored for hundreds of years. But is it true? The government has been known to keep secrets. Too many in fact. Yet the world has continued to spin, up until the year 2050. Many reports have been made of people in hospitals disappearing. Graveyard visitors. Funeral homes, prisons, battlefields. The only connection these places have is they have intense emotional resonance. Coincidence? Ironbark, an evolved prison known for holding over a million prisoners. Earth has came up with several issues but one strikes the most. Overpopulation. Thousands of death-row inmates have been sentenced to death in three weeks, but the government had other plans. Sullen, a death-row inmate sentenced to death in three weeks. His hope was lost until an interview had suspended his death. Introducing a new program, Program Shade, where all of his crimes would be pardoned if he signed the contract. With no other information given, he had no other option. Signing himself into mystery, he soon would be another person who “disappeared” Tossed in deadly magical trials filled with unseen creatures, will Sullen survive and take his ticket to enter the newly founded dimensions? [Welcome applicant! You have entered a Shade-trial!]

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)

"I can't be your meal..." Jacquelyn pleaded, trying to reason with the man who was supposedly her husband. His grin widened, curling into a mischievous smile, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. "And why is that?" he asked. Jacquelyn knew she had to use her brain with this one. "I am your wife... you can't eat me," she said, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him. "Makes it even better," was his cold response. Jacquelyn's legs trembled; she couldn't think of any culture or tradition where it was acceptable for a husband to eat his own wife. "And...." "And?" He prompted, with an encouraging sweet smile. "And I'm wet..." -------- Long, long ago, when Creatures of the Night ruled supreme and stood at the top of the food chain, a princess, Jacquelyn Avignon lived in the isolated part of the palace. Away from humans and even her own family. Cursed, they said. Queen killer, they called her. Bad omen, they crowned her. Until she was sent to be the bride of the Vampire King. A vampire king who enjoys his own peace and twisted sense of humor. Living life as the supreme sovereign, finds a princess who knows nothing about his supremacy at his doorstep, claiming to be his little wife. What happens when a cursed princess, afraid of blood, desperate to be with her family and to be loved back, crashes into the peaceful world of a vampire king? Her first target, turn her husband into a vegetarian. What about when Jacquelyn realizes that the world around her is more than just sunshine and good sleep but that hell is empty and the devils are here... in human form? She has to watch her back! For fans of; Forbidden love, dark fantasy, ancient curses and prophecy, strong willed and resilient female leads, grey men, dark humor, betrayals, marked mates, and star-crossed love, this book is for you. Other works by the same author: 1. Kitanna (Completed) 2. A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble With Prince Charming (Spin-off of Kitanna, Completed) 3. The Hitman's Sunshine (Completed)

In the choice between "yes" and "o," Jimmy mistakenly chose "yes," and ultimately entered the movie world for an adventure. To survive, Jimmy had no choice but to grow stronger… The sky was roaring, and the earth was trembling… Holding the dual King Serpent Tail Blades, Jimmy lifted his head, and his left eye's nine-tomoe Sharingan slowly began to spin, staring at the terrifying war erupting in the cosmos. "Finally, this day has come..." "Master, the Sentinels and Gundams are ready to join the battle at any time, and the Tyrannosaurus Corps is also prepared!" A giant robot holding a cannon whispered to Jimmy. "Master, it's bad! Thor, Hulk, and Captain America have led Tony's Iron Army into battle! Thanos has already deployed the mutants and the Decepticons!" A robot with a cross propeller on its wrist ran out shouting. "Damn it! Those guys aren't following orders!" Jimmy helplessly turned his head, speaking in a heavy, low voice, "The final battle is here! All troops, prepare for battle!" (PS: The worlds the protagonist experienced in Volume 1: Anaconda Disaster 1, Jurassic Park 1, The Amazing Spider-Man 1) (PS: The worlds the protagonist experienced in Volume 3: Resident Evil 2, Black Knight 2, Godzilla: Final Battle)

In a universe where power flows through laws of energy and stories shape reality, a nameless spark awakens with a single drive-evolve or be erased. From taming wild elemental beasts in primordial realms to hacking the very structure of legendary narratives, the protagonist weaves his way through worlds governed by energy, emotion, and entropy. Armed with a quantum-based cultivation system that extracts power from heat, motion, and memory, he crafts pocket worlds, challenges the hierarchy of the cosmos, and balances the line between savior and tyrant. As he threads his destiny into the heart of fallen myths and living legends, a question remains-can he rewrite fate without unraveling himself? This is not a tale of good versus evil. This is the odyssey of a Threadweaver-a being who spins entire worlds just to understand his own purpose.

Now, lying atop a box forged from an unknown material—once his prison—Kevin watches everything unfold. The sky burns. The earth is broken. The world has collapsed. Yet his mind is still calculating. - Orphaned at a young age? **Check.** - Best friend with a hidden background? **Check.** - Too overpowered for villains to handle? **Check.** - A lonely vi#gin since birth? **Check.** - Absent at world-changing moments? **Check.** "F#ck, why does it feel like I’m an overpowered side character in this world?" His head spins as a single thought refuses to leave him. "Wait..... If I’m just a side character… then why the hell am I the last one alive on this dead planet instead of the main character?" ********** A wedding is a big occasion for everyone, capable of transforming lives—for better or for worse. Kevin’s life also took a dramatic turn, but not because of his own wedding—it was his best friend’s. Kevin’s days had been stable and peaceful until his best friend announced a wedding in a foreign country out of nowhere and insisted that Kevin join him. Kevin, ever the freeloa—ahem—loyal friend, reluctantly agreed. Little did he know, that one decision would change everything. fate had other plans for Kevin, pushing him onto a path filled with the helplessness and carnage. This journey to the foreign country shattered his worldview and forced him to stand against unrelenting challenges, testing his intelligence, resolve and pride. Would he crumble under the pressure, or rise above to claim his own path? Join Kevin in this gripping odyssey, where peace isn’t a given—it’s a prize reserved for the strongest. And it’s one he must earn, step by brutal step. # This novel is purely a work of friction. everything is made up and do not depict or represent real world.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

Kalau julukan 'Jomblo Ngenes' itu berwujudkan manusia, Gavinlah manusia sial itu. Gimana nggak, dari zaman sekolah sampai sekarang, masa iya nggak pernah deket sama cewek? Saking pemalu dan pendiamnya, dia bahkan jarang ngobrol sama cewek. Dia selalu sama Revan. Playboy kelas kerapu yang kelakuannya kayak influencer endorse kondom. Dia mancing sama Revan, traveling sama Revan, hiking sama Revan, pokoknya mainnya sama Revaaaan mulu, sampe kerja pun bareng Revan. Untung nggak homo. Minusnya, dia jadi ikutan rada-rada. Dia yang tipikal cowok lurus berkacamata, gara-gara bergaul sama Revan dari zaman sekolah, ya kelakuannya jadi kayak monyet, nyaris niruin Revan. Kehidupan Gavin berjalan damai-damai aja... sampe suatu hari, datanglah seorang cewek bernama Nadine. Nadine itu cantik, imut, dan centil; dia adalah anggota divisinya Revan yang naksir sama Gavin secara terang-terangan. Bukan naksir dengan kalem ala-ala drama Korea, ...tapi naksir yang levelnya sampe teriak-teriak: "PAK GAVIN, AKU SUKA SAMA BAPAK!!! BAPAK GANTENG BANGET, ASTAGAAI!!!" Selaku jomblo dari orok, Gavin panik nggak, tuh? Panik, dong! Apakah Gavin siap menghadapi kenyataan bahwa hidupnya mungkin nggak selamanya dari Revan, oleh Revan, dan untuk Revan? ****** Ini adalah spin-off dari ceritaku yang sudah terbit berjudul 'My Man'. Bercerita tentang Gavin, kakaknya Talitha, bersama dengan sohibnya yang bernama Revan. Buku ini ditulis dengan bahasa yang santai (tidak baku).