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Sleepy Hollow Pregnant

Another Doomsday: Moving for Peace, Waking Up Pregnant in Apocalypse

They say, "Life is a series of plot twists" and maybe they're right. Bai Xiaotong's biggest plot twist in life came after transmigrating. However, instead of landing in a peaceful world, somewhere she could finally settled down like she'd hope for after fighting dungeon monsters for centuries, she found herself trapped in an even worse nightmare! In this world devoid of dungeon gates and dungeon breaks— hordes of walking dead carrying a deadly virus are piling up the streets instead. One bite doused in the mutated corpse's body fluid—that's all it takes to turn someone into a grotesque, withered infected beings. "What the hell? Do I have some skill that attracts tragedy and bad luck?! I never signed up for this mess?" Where's the peaceful little planet she paid billions worth of cosmic credits? Don't tell her, she was swindled by a cat?! Argh! Of all places to end up, why did she land in a starving world full of freakishly weak people who can’t even kill a single monster without ending up with a broken nose and smashed chin? Should she at least be grateful that she still has access to her house, even in the end of times? No that's hardly enough to compensate and appease her! Besides, it’s not the monsters that's giving her a chill, not even the chaos but the fact that... "Waaah! It hurts! My stomach’s going to burst!" "Why are you doing this to me? Oh fu— I think I broke my waaaaater!" "Hub... Hubby!!!!" She only wanted to retire to the sea, how did she end up in another apocalyptic world and wake up going through excruciating labor?! She’s never been to a relationship, now she’s suddenly pregnant and going to give birth? Damn, this is insane. --- WSA2025 Entry
Azhe_ · 3.6K Views

The Monarch’s Ashes

Cassian Vale was a hero—celebrated, trusted, and utterly betrayed. Accused of treason against the empire he once swore to protect, he was sentenced to death by fire, his body reduced to embers before the eyes of thousands. But death does not claim him. Buried beneath the ashes of his own execution, Cassian wakes in a ruined husk of a body, alive but forever burned. The world has moved on, his name whispered only in curses, his memory fading like smoke. Yet, something else lingers within him—a presence, a hunger, a power that should not exist. As he returns to the empire’s capital in search of answers, Cassian uncovers a horrifying truth: he is not the first to suffer this fate. Every emperor before him met the same fiery end, only to vanish without a trace. Their souls, twisted and bound to the empire, whisper to him in the dark, guiding him toward a destiny steeped in blood and ruin. But the deeper he digs, the less human he becomes. His body no longer obeys mortal laws, his reflection moves when he does not, and the world itself seems to bend around his will. He is evolving—but into what? Now, Cassian stands at a crossroads: Unravel the ancient curse binding the empire’s rulers to a fate worse than death. Burn the throne that betrayed him and forge a new path, no matter the cost. Succumb to the monstrous power rising within him and take his place as the true god of the fallen. In a world where history is written in fire and blood, Cassian Vale will either be its final ruler… or its executioner.
Hollows · 1.3K Views

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix
Ivory_Smart_2462 · 7.2K Views
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