Tenchi In Tokyo Opening

In Japan of 1992, just after the economic bubble burst, society's public safety began to deteriorate. Xu Tianze finds himself transmigrated into the body of a detective named Aoyama Hidenobu, and the moment he opens his eyes, he discovers himself bound up tightly... Entering the new century, a prestigious magazine proclaimed that although Japan has lost a decade since the 90s, they gained a legendary figure like Aoyama Hidenobu. Regarding this, some Japanese nationals expressed: 'Damn it! We'd rather lose another 100 years than have this traitor to our country!' This book is also known as 'This Tokyo is Somewhat Hot.' PS: The protagonist is a rascal, acting with contempt, decisive in killing and fighting, purely for the thrill, not for the faint-hearted.

Club. What comes to your mind when you hear that word? Party. Music. Bar. Shots. Laughter. Maybe a wild night you won’t remember. But let me overturn your worldview. This isn’t that kind of club. Not open to the public. No entry fee. You won’t find it lit up on a map or flashing on the street. This club hides in plain sight. Just a whisper between high heels and hotel elevators. A nod from a wife whose husband thinks he knows everything. Welcome to the Tokyo Secret Wives Club. A place where rich, elegant women come not to be desired, but to dominate. To feel alive again. To play with fire. And sometimes… to burn everything down. And me? A nobody. Until I got invited to the Midnight Room. Until I realized: Pleasure is power. Desire is currency. And every woman here has a secret worth killing for. ___ If you're intrigued by secrets, seduction, and shifting power… Add to Collection, and if you're enjoying the ride, throw a Power Stone to keep the fire burning. Your support = more chapters, more heat, more chaos. Let’s go.

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

Priestess Insu is to descend in to the earth plane to aid in the war efforts against the demons. In the Astra realm her protectors will guide her soul core to the star lake to awaken her on the earth plane and help her fulfil her mission.

When the sky rips open above a crumbling Tokyo and a girl crashes down like a burning star, the world tilts toward apocalypse. In the heart of the impact zone lies Hinata Aozora, a high school girl clutching a living Godcore in her chest — the last remnant of a divine war humanity was never meant to witness. Takeru, a lone swordsman scavenging through the ruins, rescues her moments before the godspawn descend — biomechanical deities hellbent on reclaiming what fell from the sky. As Tokyo spirals into chaos, cults rise, machines pray, and old gods awaken beneath the asphalt. With Hinata’s life tied to the heartbeat of the Godcore, and divine horrors hunting them at every turn, Takeru is dragged into a war between heaven, hell, and the ruins in between. But the more he protects her, the more he realizes she isn’t just some girl caught in a storm — she might be the eye of it. And Tokyo hasn’t dropped yet. It’s still falling.

The first day of school doesn't go as planned. Nikko is late and he's literally running to school. He's so nervous, and the random guy that laughed at him while rushing through a crossroad didn't add up to his mood.... If you prefer to read on wattpad you can check my account there! @Nikko04x *I am not an owner of the cover photo*

Seated in Silence, Loved in Secret” is not just a school romance—it’s the quiet heartbreak of being unnoticed, the thrill of hidden love, and the soft ache of growing up too fast. Zia has always been the girl in the back row—the one no one noticed, the one who never spoke unless spoken to. But when she meets Ruqayyah in Class 9, something shifts. A fiery friendship forms, dragging Zia out of her lonely silence and into a world of laughter, secrets, and support. And just when she begins to find herself, she falls for someone she was never supposed to. A boy who speaks in silence. A love that blooms behind backs, in secret texts, and stolen glances in school corridors. But life isn’t a fairytale. As Zia enters Class 12, her world begins to crumble. Her first love pulls away, a new boy confesses, and friendships are tested. She's no longer just a silent girl—she’s someone who must choose between holding on and letting go. This is the story of a girl who loved in silence, and lost in silence… or maybe, just maybe, found her voice through it all.

Nick reincarnated in body of Japanese boy no name or recollection of his pass he must survive in the world he now lives in to unravel the origin of the boy

Shi Yi loves to get bargains, and her biggest dream is to own a convenience store and sell the bargains to customers. Buy at low prices and sell at slightly lower than the market price, the business will definitely be hot! Until one day, she tied a magic convenience store, and every night at 10 o'clock, she could compete in hand speed to buy low-priced goods in the system mall and sell them the next day. Shi Yi: Isn't this the realization of the dream! Sesame buns for hair care, red bean porridge for blood and beauty, ten times protein grilled sausage, light salt soy sauce for weight loss, deep sleep laundry detergent... A magic convenience store opened in Xingfu Community. Neighbors sighed: "What's the lack of e-commerce supermarkets these days? Riders deliver directly to your home. Who would go downstairs to buy things? It's definitely a loss." Later, even though Xingfu Community opened at 9 o'clock, the items were limited and the variety was pitiful, neighbors still had to line up to buy. Even people from nearby communities rushed here, and some people even drove luxury cars to line up early in the morning to buy. Xingfu Community owner: Property management! Does the community need to install a personal facial recognition system? If for nothing else, just to have fewer people competing with me for the things in the magic convenience store.

R18+ Innocent Girl+ Cold Ruthless Commander In Chief+He just takes what he wants—her warmth, her silence, her body, her moans. She was rescued, once. And every night after, he reminded her that safety has a price. Pinned to cold walls. Pressed into crates. Straddling his lap when the world outside is filled with death. The world ended quietly—no final warning, no broadcasted panic. One day, humanity just broke. Some blamed a virus. Others called it a purge. But the truth was darker: the world didn’t fall—it was taken. Now, cities rot. Roads are graves. The creatures that stalk the earth aren’t mindless zombies—they’re fast, cunning, mutated echoes of the people they once were. Cherry was supposed to survive with the others—sheltered inside a fortified university bunker. But fate doesn’t follow plans. Torn away during a breach, she’s saved by a man who doesn’t ask for thanks. He takes it. Ruthless. Silent. A former soldier or maybe just a monster shaped by this new world—he keeps her alive. But every night he saves her... he ruins her. Pinned against walls, steel doors, damp mattresses—wherever his hunger takes him. She never asked for this. Never wanted to be his. But survival has a cost. And in this world, there is no such thing as kindness without debt. Now, she faces a different kind of war: Will she find the strength to break free? To fight back? Or will she fall deeper into his shadow—until she no longer remembers who she used to be? Will this be a love story. This is a tale of power, pain, and primal choices. In a world where weakness is death, only the cruel, the cunning, and the broken survive. R18+ raw & explicit Zombie apocalypse Survival = submission Dubious consent Brutal male lead Fast, smart infected Pinned anywhere, anytime Power over comfort Saved just to be ruined

*I just wanted to run a café... not fight monsters in dungeons...* An office worker quits her job and opens a café, but things take an unexpected turn when there turns out to be a dungeon underneath it! Or when she awakens. Or somehow survives an S-rank dungeon. Despite awakening, she's still set on opening her café and running it peacefully. But why does she keep getting dragged into these tragedies?! And why are the S-rankers suddenly so interested in her?!

Two hearts untouched, in silence lay, Met where tulips swayed in May. No love had brushed their lonely past, Yet fate had spun its web so fast. A blossom new, so soft, so bright, Unfolded in the golden light. Their souls once cold, now warm and free, Love bloomed where none had thought to be.

“Sex, Hot Sex, and More Hot, Unstoppable Sex! They want to ride me, squirt and make me punish them. That’s all these high-powered women in Tokyo crave. And who am I to say no when they offer it all to me with a cash reward attached to it?" Yuki Mori is a broke, 21-year-old college student drowning in hospital bills for his cancer-stricken sister—and gambling debts left in his name by his late father and his mother in the acute phase of Schizophrenia. Struggling to make ends meet, he stumbles across a high-paying job offer poster on the subway with flexible hours—“Private Servicing Assistant Needed.” Expecting nothing more than cleaning for a high-end fashion store, Yuki is thrilled when he lands the gig. But he couldn’t be more wrong. When Yuki meets Katashi Kurica, the stunning, 32-year-old CEO of Kurica Fashion House, he quickly learns that this isn’t just a job. Katashi is a powerful, seductive woman who doesn’t take no for an answer—and what she wants is him. Nervously, Yuki signs the contract, but it’s only when she calls him to her penthouse that the truth is revealed. “You’ll be servicing me. Not the floors.” For Yuki, a virgin with no experience in the ways of the world, the offer is shocking. But the pay is too good to refuse, and soon he finds himself caught in a web of desire, where his body becomes the price for her pleasure. As their encounters grow hotter, more intense, and undeniably addictive, Yuki discovers that this job is more than just an arrangement—it’s a journey into a world of seduction and erotic temptation. And Katashi isn’t the only one who has her eye on him. In a city where desire knows no bounds, Yuki’s life is about to change forever as he finds himself in the arms of many hottest, and most seductive MILFs of Tokyo.

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?

Ryan Stone, a character actor for a decade, goes back to 2010 to shake Hollywood to its core.

Riku Arata was your average overworked high school student—until he died in a tragic convenience store accident involving a truck and limited-edition Pocky. He wakes up in a new world as Richter von Eldegrast, a demon prince fated to be the final boss in an epic fantasy tale. The problem? He has zero interest in world domination, magical duels, or evil plots. His dream now? To open a cozy café and serve the perfect cappuccino. But escaping fate isn’t so easy. The elite magic academy thinks he’s plotting something dark. The Hero is his classmate and wants answers. His demon butler keeps handing him assassination plans. And the princess he’s destined to betray? She’s… oddly supportive? Armed with coffee beans, charm, and a refusal to be evil, Richter sets out to brew peace one cup at a time. But when fate keeps trying to drag him back into the villain role, can he still protect the café life he’s brewing?

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What does a proponent of the Free Software movement do when he is suddenly transmigrated in the world of Immortals and Demons? Wang Ren wakes up in the courtyard of the wang clan as a 12 years old. Wang Ren? What? Oh, he forgot his name in the previous life. Now he must also take tests to get into a good sect which wouldn't shame his clan and family. Can you imagine the rumors if he couldn't get into one of the top five sects? He shudders at such thoughts. Wang Ren would do as is right, Wang Ren would work hard towards being an immortal so that he can bring more trade deals to his family and make money.. why does it seem like he is stuck in just another capitalist machine? Isn't being an immortal meant to be free!? He sobs at such though while trying to concentrate his qi flow through his meridians, he must breakthrough or he will be shamed!!!!!! ------ Weird tale of Wang Ren and how he spreads propaganda of free scriptures in a world where cultivation techniques and sutras are the top most secrets that no one wants to reveal.

Lex has never felt content. His life been mostly devoid of meaning and he seems truly lost. Until one day he is sent to a strange space resembling his school. With dangerous creatures forcing him to either confront his fears or turn his back he has a choice. Can Lex confront and overcome these spaces or will he eventually fall into despair, for when he returns back to reality not everything is the same as it was...

When Anya escapes her golden cage life in Australia, she only wants two months of freedom. She meets Mai, a mysterious personality in Bangkok, and what starts as an intoxicating romance becomes a slow unravelling of lies, identities, and dangerous entanglements, one that ends with Anya never leaving Bangkok.

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**Kento**, a boy with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, befriends **Kazuma**, who moves in for cheap rent. Their bond frays as Kento's condition worsens. Kento falls for **Arisa**, who initially seems caring but later reveals her cruel nature, mocking his illness. When Kento's health deteriorates, Kazuma frantically seeks funds for his treatment. Overhearing Arisa's mockery, a distraught Kazuma snaps and kills her. The story concludes with Kazuma consumed by despair and the tragic consequences of his actions.