Bakugou Wears Eyeliner

In the heart of a ruthless city ruled by power and money, Zayan stands at the top—a cold, calculating billionaire with no room for empathy, no use for love. They call him The Devil, and he wears the title like a crown. Nora is an orphan trying to survive in a world that never gave her a chance. When she lands a job as a maid in Zayan’s towering estate, she expects cruelty. She just didn’t expect to awaken something buried deep inside the man who claims to feel nothing. But Zayan doesn’t love. He controls. And Nora doesn’t trust. She endures. Yet in a world where emotions are weakness, their growing connection becomes the most dangerous threat of all. Because even devils can bleed—and maids can burn the world down.

ZX a famous wanted international hacker in the star stream, due to an unfortunate event, He dies and reincarnates into a boys body who's a crossdresser that is force to wear female clothes and act like a girl? In his new life, will he finally achieve the happiness that he so wanted to achieve in his past body's dark and lonely life?

“I loved the golden boy. The hero everyone worshipped. The one who promised to save the world.” But he didn’t save it. He destroyed it. When the world ended in flames, Elira Vane died knowing one truth: she had chosen the wrong man. Now she’s sixteen again—reborn in a time before everything collapsed. The Hero of Solis still smiles like he hasn’t broken her yet. The kingdom still praises him like he won’t burn it to ash. And the quiet boy in the background? The one no one ever noticed? This time… he’s watching her differently. Aeren Drican was once just the Hero’s friend. The forgotten shadow. The boy Elira never looked at twice. But in this timeline, he remembers. All of it. As fate loops and loyalties shift, Elira must navigate court politics, magic, and a love triangle that could destroy nations. Will she make the same mistake again? Or will she finally see the truth behind the smiles—and the silence? She has one last chance to choose right. But some heroes wear crowns… and others wear scars.

In a dying world bound by failing systems and haunted by the dreams of a forgotten god, Kael was never meant to survive. Born with unlimited mana and cursed blood, he was destined to wear the Hollow Crown and fall like the kings before him. But Kael rejects dominion and in doing so, begins to unravel the prison that holds the Sleeper.

She woke up in silk sheets, in a body that wasn’t hers, wearing a name that once graced tabloids—not tech forums. But Olivia Carter has never been the girl people expect. And neither is Damien Quinn. In a world of power, secrets, and whispered agendas, two dangerously intelligent souls collide. He hides behind cold eyes and empire walls. She hides everything else. What begins with caution simmers into obsession. And in the city that built them, someone’s about to burn it all down—for love, or revenge.

Synopsis: Noa Aizawa as a frustrated junior crew member at a TV station, she spends her days with a sketchbook where she pours out all her longing to draw her dream guy, Ren Kurosawa Until one day, A ray of light from her sketchbook emerges from a scribbled pencil line and suddenly a man crawls out of the page. This man calls himself Reno, wears a half-buttoned shirt, speaks like an anime reject and insists that he is here to "help her find true love." What happens next is a messy romance

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve. Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish. Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others. In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle. Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper: Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked. If you're a fan of Classroom of the Elite, this is a must-read. This story dives deeper into the mind games, power struggles, and emotional manipulation fans love—where strategy isn’t just survival, it’s everything. Here, trust is a trap, feelings are weapons, and the smartest player isn’t always the loudest. Let the games begin. "Do well to check my other book." "Infernal Ascendancy".

A walk in the woods. A smiling brother. A wrong turn. Some places don’t let you leave. And some things wear familiar faces.

He was summoned to save a dying world. He defeated the Demon Lord—alone. And in return, humanity branded him a threat. Hunted. Betrayed. Cast out. Now, the man once called Hero wears the crown of the Demon Lord—not out of vengeance, but to protect the race they tried to wipe out. But peace was never what they wanted. To bury their shame, humanity summons a new party of heroes—not to save the world… but to kill the man who already did. He was the last true hero. And now, he’ll show them what one really looks like. --- “I Upload Randomly but at least 2 Chapters a day”

"Aria," he said softly. "Today is your birthday." It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless. "The moon is full tonight," he added, his voice quiet. "You will attend the ceremony." "Of course, Elder," I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential. He leaned in, smelling gently. "You already feel it, don't you? "The change." My heartbeat skipped. "What change?" Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. "Interesting. "Very interesting." He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. "Wear this tonight." I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord. "But this is for—" "Wear it," he interjected. "Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it." Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me. "Why?" I questioned. Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. "Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed." ~ I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power. She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows. But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I felt the bond. I met my mate. One of the Alpha's sons. But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface. One of them is my destiny. One of them is lying. And one of them might be the death of me. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

After the fall of Skeldrhall, young Arl Senjar leads the last of his tribe across burning borders into imperial lands. Outnumbered, outmatched, and watched by rulers who smile with one hand on their swords, he must rebuild Harkoraal in the shadow of conquest. Allies are scarce. Enemies wear crowns. And peace is just another word for surrender. But Senjar was not raised to kneel. He was born to make kingdoms remember why they fear the wolf.

In this world, evil wears two faces: demons, who act without morals—and humans, who choose to ignore them. Demons kill without guilt. Humans kill with it—and that’s what makes them worse. Hayden is an agent of Headhunter, a covert group tasked not with hunting demons, but with executing immoral humans. For him, killing the heinous is just another day at work. That is, until his latest assignment: a bodyguard mission. Now, instead of pulling a trigger, he’s forced to play babysitter to two stunning women.

While enjoying a relaxing bubble bath, Emily is transported to another world. In the magical land of Thessolan, she will make new friends and enemies, and will encounter many challenges, not least among them the surprising difficulty of finding something to wear.

A mysterious young girl, always wearing a white mask, appeared whenever the police were stuck. She solved cases no one could. She never stayed long. She never spoke much. But every time, she helped the police... and vanished before they could ask who she was. Who is she? Why does she help? And what is she hiding behind that mask?

The Bootlicking Antagonist Wants to Survive, but Female Lead refuses to follow the plot One car accident and I’m transported into a city power fantasy as the villain. As long as I survive until the grand finale, I can return to the real world with hefty rewards. But! These stunning beauties don’t go to serve as the protagonist’s harem, they surround me every day. Are they not satisfied with how slowly I’m dying? Stop wearing stockings, stop wearing uniforms, what’s with all of you trying to seduce me? To find Long Aotian! Since destiny is in my hands, I might as well challenge the protagonist directly! Who’s the protagonist, damn it, who knows! My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jodex7

[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] — They were chosen to serve. Assigned to royal blood. Aurora never imagined her path to survival would begin on her knees—bowing to an Alpha prince with eyes like cold fire. Zev is silent, brutal, unreadable… and hers by command. But while the palace demands obedience and heirs, *Aurora carries something far more dangerous: a prophecy sealed in blood and fate.* She’s not just a girl trained to seduce. She’s Zev’s fated mate—**the only one who can bear the Alpha heir.** And in a kingdom where fate holds no weight and legacy rules all, that truth could be her death sentence… or her salvation. In a world where girls are bred to tempt and punished for failure, Aurora must outwit rivals, queens, and her own heart. Because in this palace, power wears perfume. And the most dangerous seduction may not belong to Zev— It might belong to her.

Obsession. Desire. Control. How far will love go when madness wears a pretty face? Isaaq was never meant to be free. Cast out by the very blood that raised him for loving the wrong person, he builds a life of his own — one that’s fragile, guarded, and haunted by a nameless boy he once loved. When he meets Aiden, a quiet, enigmatic stranger with secrets stitched beneath his skin, Isaaq feels something he thought he'd buried long ago. But Aiden isn’t who he seems. Neither is the world Isaaq is now tangled in — a world of shadows, lies, and a desire so fierce it burns. As obsession twists into possession, and love begins to blur with control, Isaaq must decide: can you survive love when it refuses to let go?

[Warning! Strictly 18++] In a kingdom where power is cursed and truth wears a mask, what happens when the one who was meant to vanish becomes the key to unravel it all? Velmoria—an empire built on ancient bloodshed and forbidden power. For centuries, the imperial family has ruled with supernatural abilities too volatile to tame, cursed with a void where love should dwell. No bonds. No peace. No cure. But fate begins to shift the night a meek palace servant boy named Kael stumbles into their lives—silent, fragile, and forgettable... or so it seems.But Kael is not who he claims to be. One by one, the brothers are drawn in—by a warmth they’ve never known, by whispers of desire they’ve long buried, by a mystery they shouldn’t crave. But as sensual tension coils tighter, and lingering gazes turn to stolen touches... Will they still crave her when the truth tears away the disguise? And above all—can love blossom in the shadow of a curse that destroys every bond it touches? A slow-burn, steamy tale of hidden identities, dangerous passions, and soul-deep longing—where desire is destiny, and fate never plays fair.

Gruesome murders haunt the quiet town of Farmington. Faces ripped off. Families slaughtered. Locals whisper one word: Skinwalkers—monsters that wear the skin of the dead. Luis, a lonely young man, stumbles upon an injured white dog and decides to adopt it, unaware of what he’s inviting into his home. But this is no ordinary dog. It heals too fast. It watches too closely. And sometimes... it craves blood. Is Luis in danger—or is he part of something bigger? Who is the real monster? Read Feeling Human to uncover the truth.

In a world where arcane factions war in the shadows and ancient powers stir beneath the surface, Rain, a half-elf street rat turned finds himself clawing for survival. Unbeknownst to him, he is heir to a forgotten legacy: The Order of the Eclipse; wielders of elusive shadow arts. Shadows heed his call, not as Master, but as kin As ancient factions rise and forgotten gods stir in their graves, Rain is forced into a war he never chose. He struggles to survive political conspiracies, rogue cults, and his own brutal past. Rain must walk a path where trust is poison, and every ally wears a mask. A dark, immersive fantasy tale steeped in danger, secrets, and the cost of power. He was nothing. Now he hunts. And in the dark, his legend unveils

Power is a heavy crown, and Titania—the superhuman Iron Queen of St. Petersburg—wears it with grace and fury. But the girl behind the mask? She's a neurotic mess having the worst week of her life. Roxanna Paraveesh Shapiro thought she could handle it. Moving to college. Losing the only friends she had. Balancing duty with the small hope of something resembling a normal life. Then Dianna Rodgers happened—chaotic, magnetic, utterly infuriating. A punk-rock wildcard with no powers, no fear, and no clue what she’s about to fall into. Faith, love, power, and pain collide in a world where miracles wear body armor, and salvation may come on high, but is delivered by the girl who refuses to let go. When the world expects a weapon, what happens when you give them a heart instead?

Emperor Yongning liked his daughter, but he gave birth to eighteen sons in a row. For this reason, he specially asked the master to fortune-telling. Did he have a daughter? The master told him, “Your Majesty, you have a daughter, and the daughter was born long ago.” Emperor Yongning waved his hand and said, “I only have eighteen sons and no daughters.” Master: “No, you have only seventeen sons.” The other is a daughter. Emperor Yongning: “Absolutely impossible.” Until one day, Emperor Yongning saw his eighteenth son Jun Ning, wearing a double-ring bun, wearing a pink skirt, pretending to be a little girl, and excitedly said to him: “Father, I am It’s not the prince, I’m the little princess you always miss!” Emperor Yongning: “…What nonsense, you are my son.” Jun Ning: “No, I’m your daughter.” “Come on, give me a medical examination!” After the test, it turned out to be a daughter. Emperor Yongning: He, he has a precious daughter.

Velastra, the crown princess of Irithiel reborn through a deadly pact, wears cruelty like armor. Her prisoner, Cael — the dethroned prince of a fallen kingdom — endures her every punishment in silence. He is her obsession. Her possession. And perhaps, the only soul she cannot afford to lose. As lust twists into something more dangerous, their bond becomes a blade-edge dance of power, devotion and desire. When war, power and betrayal threaten to shatter what’s left of them, one truth remains: In a world built on ruin, her love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over her lower lip. “I’ll forget we’re pretending to be civil and fuck you on this table with your enemies still in the room.” He killed her brother. She married him anyway. Nadya Vasiliev made a deal with the devil—for protection, for power, for her niece’s future. To get close enough to destroy Alexei Romanov—the man who tore her family apart—she created a contract and became his wife. A marriage of revenge, nothing more.  But Alexei is no ordinary enemy. He’s powerful. Controlled. Wickedly seductive. And he knows she’s lying. Nadya is playing the long game—seduction, manipulation, revenge. But the deeper she gets, the more dangerous the game becomes. Her heart wasn’t supposed to be in this. Her body wasn’t supposed to burn for his touch. Everyone knows once you dance with the devil… You either bring him down or fall to your knees. The smut will be smutting. I’m exploring how freaky my brain can get. Gimme ideas and gifts lovelies.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

At the edge of the 19th century, where church bells echo through mist and tramlines hum beneath twilight skies, Lucian awakens in a body not his own—in a world not his. A foreign name: Naseki Leinsyicsa. A curse carved into his soul. And eyes that no longer see him as a stranger. He seeks the way home… but this world sings with spirits, whispers with ancient magic, and watches him—quietly, patiently. Because here, not all who walk wear flesh. And not all curses sleep.

“A man who wears a thousand faces. A past drenched in blood. And a future balanced on the edge of a knife.” Kenny, code-named FarFlame, is a master spy with unmatched combat skills, a face that changes with every mission, and a heart hidden behind layers of grief and vengeance. In a world ruled by unseen powers, shifting alliances, and devastating technology, he’s not just fighting enemies — he’s fighting fate itself. Each mission takes him deeper into the global underworld: from the deadly underground fighting rings of Mexico to the lush valleys of Bhutan, from espionage in Indian temples to gas warfare in China, and ultimately, into the twisted heart of betrayal that started it all. Alongside Kenny is Khushi, a fierce agent-turned-lover; Rael, his young apprentice with a mysterious gift; and a web of allies and traitors — like Lyna, the hacker whose final words echo across nations, and Dieogo, a warlord built from Kenny’s own legacy. But as secrets unravel, a terrifying truth rises: Kenny may not just be the hero… but the architect of everything.

Saving a magical gothic world is already too much for one boy to bear, but leading the church of a powerful goddess alongside a swarm of nuns who all want his attention? Lucian Bishop might just be out of his depth. But what choice does he have? After transmigrating into Altareign — a magical dark world filled with rune magic, the occult, demons, and heretics — Lucian's task is deceptively simple: Destroy the shadow that threatens the world, unite the Church, and end the use of dark magic! Heavy is the head that wears the halo… but with a convent of powerful (and gorgeous) nuns by his side, perhaps the path of divinity won’t be so difficult after all.

He was just a boy - born into silence, abandoned by love, forgotten by the world. When no one saved him, he created a world where he could save others. But fantasy can't protect you forever. A haunting story about pain, imagination, and what happens when a wish becomes something greater than life itself. Some heroes wear capes. Others wear shadows. He is... The Silent Sentinel.

She killed on stage… and the curtains never closed. Lilith never wanted the spotlight. But when a blade found its way into her hand during the academy’s grandest theater performance, and blood painted the stage red, the world saw her for what she truly was. Or… what they forced her to become. Now transported into a realm that feels more like a cruel joke than a second chance, Lilith finds herself under the watchful eyes of a cold knight commander and a golden emperor with secrets far darker than their crowns. In this twisted fantasy where survival is a performance and everyone wears a mask, Lilith must decide: Will she play the role of a pawn? Or write her own bloody script?