Nagatoro Grin

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

"I hate my old world. No matter where I turned, misfortune followed me like a curse. In this world, I will be free. I’ll rise to the top and enjoy life with beauties... but to do so, I must destroy everything that stands in my way." Ryan was a simple construction worker, trapped in a boring routine, weighed down by gambling and loss. Until one day, his life ended when a rogue steel pole crashed into him—right in the middle of his important gacha pull. Everything went dark… and then bright again. He found himself face-to-face with a goddess. Seraphina, the Goddess of Life, stood before him with an air of indifference. "Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could explain your life and death, but I can’t be bothered. I’m Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be a hero... whatever." Ryan lashed out. "What kind of shitty goddess are you? I don’t want to be a hero!" "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Seraphina’s fury was palpable. She had never been spoken to like this before. Ryan scanned the endless white room, muttering, "So, I’m dead, huh? This is a new world… First thing, get strong. And maybe get some beauties..." "Listen, we’re not done talking—" the goddess started, but Ryan cut her off. "Shut the f**k up! I’m thinking here!" He was beyond thrilled to escape his miserable old life. This felt like a second chance. "Hero? F**k that! Make me a villain," Ryan growled. "Give me powers like in those anime shows! I want to burn the world down and make them kneel to me!" The goddess paused, clearly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, sending a flash of light toward him. Unseen by her, a shadowy presence entered with the light. "I shall grant you one wish," the goddess muttered bitterly. "Name it, and it will be done." Ryan’s eyes gleamed. "Anything?" His grin widened. "Make me someone who can f**k countless women and have a hundred wives. And you..." He leered at her, "You’ll be my first." Before Seraphina could react, a system window appeared before Ryan’s eyes, glowing crimson. [Welcome Ryan Wood] [You are reading a message from the system of the chosen ones] [You are offered to become the Harem God] [Will you accept your fate?] [Yes/No] Ryan’s excitement surged. "F**K YES! I ACCEPT! GIVE ME THIS POWER!" Follow Ryan on his journey to becoming the true Evil Harem God. He’ll conquer beauties, battle enemies, and reshape the world in his image. In a world where only the strong survive, Ryan will stop at nothing to become the ultimate villain—the man who controls all the women and rules over all. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● The MC? He’s evil, ruthless, and sure as hell not a coward. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Bonus tags(Netori; OP; MILF; Monster Girls; Large Harem) Discord server: https://discord.gg/wNf3hqnU4z

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Shy and timid Naoki has spent his entire school life trying to go unnoticed. But one day, in a rare burst of courage, he stands up to a bully harassing another student. He expects a black eye in return—what he doesn’t expect is the school’s most feared delinquent, Rika Aoyama, watching the whole thing from the rooftop. The next day, Rika corners him in the hallway with a terrifying grin. “You’re my type.” Now, Naoki finds himself the target of affection from the toughest girl in school, who is completely clueless about romance but absolutely determined to make him hers. From walking him home (whether he likes it or not) to fighting off anyone who “gets in her way,” Rika’s over-the-top devotion turns Naoki’s peaceful life into a heart-pounding mess. But as he gets to know the girl behind the scary reputation, Naoki starts wondering… is it possible he actually likes being her crush?

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”

The only condition he asked of her before marriage was for her to be “good’. After marriage, she truly was well-behaved. She sees his gifts but does not react, she knows about his promiscuous relationships but does not ask. She holds no hope of garnering his love and affection, and never once, did she forget to take her Plan B pills. She even complied and signed the divorce papers! With a grim look on his face, he stopped the woman who was about to escape. She grinned sweetly, “Young master Sulliven, don’t forget, we have gotten a divorce, we are completely uninvolved now!” The man shredded the divorce papers and smiled with his teeth clenched, “Ask the bun in your stomach whether or not we are still involved!”

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.

In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost. "I died and..." grins "...that started my life" What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world? They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies. But.... What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves? A world where magic and cultivation co-exist? People say "Keep moving forward". What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?

"Secret agreement? With a vampire?" Odel asked, gaping in shock. "Yes! You must agree to marry our vampire king candidates!" Baron said with a grin. "No! I don't want to! Please, release me!" "No! It's your destiny, Odel! Your fiancé is here as well!" Baron pointed to the three vampire men and continued speaking. "Daffin, Emilio, and Clayton! You must choose one of them!" "What do you mean?" "Those three vampire men—they are all your fiancés!"

WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating

Eon Cassareth has lived for over a thousand years, not as an all-powerful being, but as a man cursed with absolute regeneration. No matter how many times he is cut down, burned, crushed, or erased, his existence is inevitable. Time has given him knowledge, experience, and an unshakable confidence, yet he remains a mere human—immortal, but powerless. That changes when an unknown entity, beyond the laws of omnipotence, chooses him for its own amusement. The "Unique God" system binds itself to Eon, declaring him the sole candidate for divinity. But there’s a condition: in every world he visits, he must be recognized as its one true god. Whether through fear, devotion, or raw domination, he must make them kneel. Eon embraces this twisted fate with a grin. If the world will not give him power, he will take it. He will make people worship him, bend them to his will, and break those who refuse. No morality, no limits. If absolute power exists, he will seize it—one world at a time. Genres: Dark, Psychological, Extreme Manipulation, Erotica, Martial Arts, Sci-Fi, Interdimensional Travel, Reincarnation, System, Parallel Worlds, Godhood.

Title: "The Forgotten Heiress: Rules of Rebirth" When Sang Ning blinked awake in a rural farmhouse, the 21st century gained its most anachronistic socialite. The former crown jewel of Ming Dynasty aristocracy—trained from birth to command households and outmaneuver concubines—now found herself reborn as Nan Group's long-lost heiress. Her "sister"? A champagne-drenched fraud waving a Stanford diploma. "Your honors thesis plagiarizes 14th-century embroidery manuals," Sang Ning remarked over afternoon tea, her hanfu sleeves fluttering like war banners. The Nans soon learned bloodlines matter: This "peasant girl" restored ancestral shrines in a week, turned board meetings into imperial courts, and made their five-star chefs kneel when serving shark fin soup. Meanwhile, Beijing's most notorious heir was breaking his own rules. Jason He, whose Lamborghini collisions made tabloid gold, found himself obsessed with teaching modern customs to the time-traveling noblewoman: "Handshakes require... seven seconds of eye contact." His thumb stroked her pulse point. "Corporate dinners mandate... partner dancing." His grip slid lower at the waltz's crescendo. When she pressed a jade hairpin to his throat after an attempted goodnight kiss, the billionaire playboy grinned through bleeding lips: "Careful, princess. In this era, drawing blood means signing marriage contracts." In a world of silicon valley and silicon fillers, a queen from China's golden age is rewriting the rules of power—and passion.

Haruto Tanaka, an otaku obsessed with isekai, finally saw his chance—Truck-kun was coming straight for him! Ready to embrace his destiny, he spread his arms… only to be pulled back by a random bystander. Humiliated, he returned home, convinced his dreams were over—until he blinked and found himself in a grand throne room. A goddess welcomed him, but instead of becoming a hero, he was chosen as the new Demon King. With a broken hero-to-villain ratio and too many truck-induced reincarnations, the gods needed balance. Given full customization of his abilities and power, Haruto grinned. If he couldn’t be the hero, he’d become the strongest Demon King ever.

Jiang Chen never expected to find himself in a world of cultivation, let alone as a core disciple of a famous sect. Destined to play the villain’s role, his future was full of trouble. He had plotted against the protagonist, crippling his dantian and turning him into a disgraced outcast, barely holding onto his place in the sect. If not for a surprising twist, Jiang Chen’s story might have ended as a small chapter in the protagonist’s grand journey. Understanding how risky his position was, Jiang Chen gave a sly grin. Alone, he thought to himself: 'Is the protagonist strong? No doubt about it. But am I afraid? Definitely not. Why? Because I have the Immortal Great Villain System!' Then he paused, his expression changing slightly. 'Wait… there’s more than one protagonist?' Instead of feeling worried, his grin grew wider. 'Well, isn’t that perfect?' With a sharp glint in his eyes, Jiang Chen made a bold declaration to himself: 'As the ultimate Great Villain, I’ll defy Heaven’s will and stand at the top!'

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND DARK THEMES AHEAD) "Odessa..." His whisper brought me back to reality, causing me to flutter my eyelids as I brought my gaze back to his eyes. "Focus. Tell me to shove it in." Argh, what's his fucking problem? We were having some fun and he's suddenly acting like he's all about consent? "Since when do you care about what I think?" I couldn't help but ask, arching an eyebrow. He stared at me for a good few seconds, forcing me to divert my gaze back to his dick. Yup... Still harder than a rock. "I don't." He suddenly responded, causing me to clench my jaw as I brought my gaze back to his annoyingly attractive silver eyes. "If I wanted to, I'd simply tie you up without saying a thing and then fuck you until the entire pack hears you screaming my name. But..." He paused, his smirk turning into a grin as he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered. "... I want to see you beg for it. I want to see you grovel at my feet, pleading for the sweet release of me fucking you. The mate bond has heightened your sex drive, hon. And I'm the only one capable of taming it." ***** In a modern Earth torn by war between the werewolves and witches, the life of Odessa Pierce, the lowest ranking witch of her coven, is changed forever when her coven surrenders her to the Alpha King of the North American region himself to be his bride as a symbol of a "truce". However, in a shocking twist, she discovers that she's mated to the ruthless Alpha King and now has to navigate her growing feelings for a man she thought she'd hate, while still trying to survive in a world that's out to eliminate her kind. As ancient prophecies and hidden agendas arise, will she be able to pierce through the dark veil clouding the Alpha King's heart and make him accept her? Or will their relationship ultimately crumble under the brunt of the hidden secrets and revelations that begin sprouting? And what will be her role in this never-ending war? Follow Odessa and Kaelos's story to find out.

"William Cole, I've brought your wife back home." A young man emerged from a black BMW. William Cole's wife, Ruth Dawn, also got out from the passenger's seat. The man looked up, his gaze meeting with William on the second-floor window, and grinned: "Well, what do you say? Should I bring her up?"

I used to be just another college student - late-night cramming sessions, half-finished essays, and living off questionable cafeteria food. But that life ended the day the warning came. It wasn’t a voice, not exactly. More like a pull, a whisper in my mind, telling me the truth I never wanted to hear: I’m not who I think I am. And something dangerous is coming for me. Now, between secret guilds, cryptic riddles, and an ancient order that wants me for reasons I can’t yet understand, I’m stuck fighting to stay one step ahead. My only allies? A shapeshifter with a reckless grin, a demon with too many secrets, and a roommate who definitely knows more than she’s letting on. When a mysterious new college opens its doors - one that shouldn’t even exist - it might hold the answers I’ve been chasing. Or it might be the final piece in a puzzle that ends with my death. Some truths are better left buried. But this one won’t stay down.

Noah, a highschooler was struggling due to his family's poverty and his father's declining health. Despite that, he was content with his life... Until he visited his girl, trying to surprise her with a gift. "~~~" Muffled sounds came out of her room as he stood at the door. "She is... cheating on me?" Just as Noah is about to confront her, a mysterious robotic voice echoes in his mind: [Ding! Congratulations to the host binding the Ultimate Choice System!] Option 1: Enter the room. [$100 Reward and a green hat] Option 2: Leave the house and break up later. [Rolls Royce Phantom and Basic-Driving Skill Reward] Option 3: Marry her mother. [Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Intermediate-Driving Skill and $10,000 Reward] "Naturally, option 3." He grinned. ________ Disclaimer: 'Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict the actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

Jaden Rook, a 22-year-old gaming addict and master of min-maxing RPGs, dies in a ridiculous accident involving a vending machine and a runaway truck. Instead of heading to the afterlife, he gets isekai’d into Arcadia, a fantasy world with magic, monsters, and kingdoms at war. Excited to finally live out his power fantasy, Jaden is given a customizable system that lets him break reality. The catch? The system is a sarcastic, trolling AI that nerfs him for fun, gives him humiliating challenges, and forces him into absurd scenarios before unlocking his true power. SNEAK PEAK: I didn’t expect to die today. But as I lay on the cold pavement, crushed between a vending machine and an outofcontrol delivery truck, I had only one thought: This is the dumbest way to die. A moment ago, I had just been trying to shake loose a stuck soda. Then, BAM! Instant roadkill. As my vision faded, the last thing I saw was the smug grin of the vending machine, as if mocking me. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on the pavement. Instead, I floated in a pristine, glowing void. Before me hovered an old man with a white beard, a golden toga, and the same deadpan expression as a DMV worker. “Oh, great,” I muttered. “I’m dead, aren’t I?” “Yes,” the old man said, stroking his beard. “And you have been chosen for reincarnation in another world.” My eyes widened. “Wait. Hold up. Are you telling me… I’m getting isekai’d? Like in the anime?” The old man nodded. “Indeed. You have been selected to wield a powerful system, one that will grant you abilities beyond mortal comprehension.” I fistpumped. “Hell yeah! Overpowered skills, here I come!” The old man coughed. “Yes, well… about that.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, about that?” “You see, we have too many reincarnators lately. We can’t just be handing out godtier powers like candy anymore.” I folded my arms. “Okay, so what are we talking? A slightly nerfed cheat? A balanced growth system?” The old man looked away. “You’ll… figure it out.” My stomach dropped. “Oh, hell no. You’re about to scam me, aren’t you?” “I would never!” the old man said, voice dripping with totally believable innocence. “Now, off you go!”

What kind of impact would it have if we imported the potion to Earth? ~ + ~ +~ +~ +~ +~ + Wataru, one day, accidentally discovered that he could travel back and forth between another world and Japan. Weird, right? But that's not the end of it. As he gazed upon a town on the other side of the gate, which still had many undeveloped aspects compared to modern civilization, he realized the potential to make a huge profit. By bringing sugar, spices, coffee, and hygiene products to the other world, Wataru earned a fortune. However, when he noticed the potions being sold in the other world, he had an epiphany: "Wait, isn't this actually better than what we have on Earth?" He brought these potions, which could heal wounds in an instant, back to Earth. When he made a fortune just from these potions, the fattest grin appeared on his face.

A bloody war between the Werewolves and the Witches supported by the Demons.Clashes of swords, chants of spell,magics and black magic filled the atmosphere. The atmosphere was very tense, the air was filled with pressure,blood was painted everywhere, the scene was so terrifying. "The Alpha king has been killed" a voice shouted There were cheers among the Witches and Demons. The Werewolves empire has fallen, everyone dispersed. Queen Adriana (half witch and half human), the Luna queen, who had just put to bed a baby girl heard the death of her Mate , the Alpha king, Alexander.She ran to into a deep dark forest filled with fogs. She stopped abruptly when she had a footstep behind her, she turned slowly and saw a man in a black cloak - a demon. "W-w-who-who are you" she stuttered as she held her baby tightly across her chest. "Ha ha ha......I am your helper who is going to take all your sorrow away" the man answered sarcastically showing his yellowish green teeth. "What do you want"she asked summoning courage, "To kill all the royal blood of Alexander " the demon grinned evilly. "I will not let you hurt my child, demon!" she screamed holding her baby tightly. "Ha ha ha" he laughed "we'll see" he gave an evil smirked and moved closer to Queen Adriana . Queen Adriana remove a seal but before she could chant a spell the demon had already pricked her abdomen with the dagger. "Aarrghhh" she yelped in pain, she staggered backward and the man laughed hysterically. "Adriana!!!" Hera(a witch), Adriana childhood's friend who has been watching the whole scene screamed and ran to her. " Oh oh Hera" the man chuckled "Hera, he must not harm my child" Adriana said weakly holding her injured abdomen. Hera quickly took the seal and chant a spell. She point the seal at the demon. " You die today" Hera shouted and the demon laughed cynically. "That can't have an effect on me" the demon said. "Mesh mar la ba suropato" Adriana whispered. "It's a joy that you will die with your best friend today" the demon sneered. "Mesh mar la ba suropato!!!" Hera shouted pointing the seal at the demon as he tried to attack her. A light shone and the demon screamed turning into ashes. Hera helped Adriana to sit, rest her back on a tree and collected the baby. "Adriana........" Hera cried. "Hera" Adriana voice was barely heard, "why....why Hera" Adriana groaned. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything, the whole clan was manipulated by those Demons" "I tried to stop the coven but all my efforts yield nothing" Hera explained admist tears. "Hera promise me that you will keep my child safe" Adriana said. "She'll be safe " Hera promised " you need to live Adriana, you have to build back the Wolf Empire " she said and Adriana held her hand tightly. "My daughter will build the wolf empire, so she must survive" Adriana said as tears rolled down her cheek. Adriana touched the child and muttered so words, a light flickered and the gold hair and eyes of the child turned black. She had sealed her daughter's wolf power and scent. "Adriana....." "Take this, give her on her sixteenth birthday" Adriana said as she gave a gold locket to Hera "you know what this means" she smiled bitterly and Hera nodded. "Take care of Annabelle, she must survive"Adriana whispered as her eye lid close slowly. "Adriana!!!!!" "Please Adriana....." Hera cried.

"I'm sure they have told you that I'm insane, that I'm a fucking psycho," He menacingly grins, head tilting wickedly his eyes filled with vicious playfulness. Eve sheepishly nods in fear. "Believe them," he whispered against Eve's lips. Sunford academy is an all-boys boarding school. Where rich parents tossed their rebellious kids who are too much to deal with. No matter how the outside world perceives them or makes assumptions about the school, the students are more complicated than they appear. Every student has a dark and tumultuous history and they've been prisoned here to create more history with their rowdy-ness. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed my work, lovelies. Since I've put this free and didn't lock, if you'd like to support me, consider buying me a coffee: buymeacoffee.com/Rain_345

In a ruined underground lab, a boy awakens in a glass chamber, his mind blank—no memories, no emotions, only an overwhelming surge of power coursing through his veins. His name, as displayed on a shattered screen nearby, is Yuzo Shin. But beyond that, nothing remains of his past. The only clue? A strange mark on his hand and the whispers of a voice echoing in his mind, calling him "the last vessel." Before he can make sense of anything, a man in a yellow suit appears, grinning with cruel amusement. "Oh? What do we have here? A lost little experiment?" From that moment on, Yuzo Shin is hunted. The world outside the lab is a dystopian nightmare—cities ruled by corporations, rogue experiments, and beings known as "Constructs," artificial warriors with inhuman abilities. To survive, he must uncover the truth: Who created him? Why does he possess such terrifying power? And why does he feel an uncontrollable urge to destroy everything in his path? As he journeys through a world that fears and seeks to control him, Yuzo Shin encounters powerful enemies, unexpected allies, and the horrifying reality of his own existence. In the end, will he be the savior of this broken world… or its executioner?

Ankit, the fearsome Demon King, once ruled with an iron fist and a devilish grin—until the Hero, Seraphina, plunged her holy sword through his heart, ending his reign in a blaze of glory. But death isn’t the end for this cheeky demon. By some cosmic joke, Ankit awakens in a new body: the teenage son of the very Hero who slew him! Now living under the same roof as his former nemesis—his new "mom"—Ankit must navigate a world of temptation, revenge, and awkward family dinners.Will he plot to reclaim his throne and exact vengeance? Or will he stumble into a life of accidental seduction, surrounded by a growing entourage of sultry queens, mischievous succubi, and flustered princesses—all while dodging his "mother’s" suspicious glares? Packed with steamy encounters, over-the-top antics, and a protagonist too powerful (and too horny) for his own good, this tale promises a wild ride through a fantasy world where bloodlines blur and boundaries… well, they don’t exist.

This charming romcom follows Sam, an engineering student, who has a tendency to overthink everything in his life. One evening, he meets Mahiru, a book-loving girl at a cozy café, and they strike up a conversation that turns into a series of unexpected "coincidental" meetings. As they grow closer, Sam finds himself falling for her, but his fear of ruining their budding friendship holds him back from confessing his feelings. Through their time together, Sam learns to open up about his uncertainties, while Mahiru encourages him to embrace life's spontaneity. Eventually, Sam gathers the courage to confess his love, and Mahiru, with a playful grin, reveals that she feels the same way. Their relationship blossoms, filled with laughter, teasing, and shared moments of joy. Their love story is simple yet real, marked by the little things that make their bond unique. It’s a tale of learning to let go, embrace imperfections, and cherish the moments that make life meaningful.

In that moment, i didn't see anything but him. I couldn't feel anything other than my energy surging rapidly with hate as i stared into his twisted face which grinned wickedly at me. Everything I had sacrificed had led up to this moment. The people who died for me. Everyone at the organization that had given it their all to get me here. The burning sensation of guilt and responsibility fueled my anger as i seethed in rage glaring at the mastermind behind everything. Dracula was quiet...well, i couldn't blame him.He understood just as much as i did how important this meant to me and everyone else. I was done running and letting people protect me...it's time to finish my story.