Funhouse Lounge Pulp

What if you woke up in a world of magic? Alaric, a young man, knew what he wanted: to do nothing, just like on Earth. He was a procrastinator who loved lounging on the couch, scrolling through social media or watching movies and TV shows. That was his life. But when he ended up in a magic academy with teachers pushing him to work hard? That wasn’t for him. Alaric was so lazy and had such poor talent that he got expelled. Few can say they were kicked out of a magic academy in a kingdom desperate for mages. Left alone with no family or money, Alaric wandered the wilderness, struggling to survive. One day, after sleeping for two days straight, something awakened within him. A System. [Arcane Idleness Protocol Activated] [The less you do, the stronger you get] [First Passive] [Idle Infusion: Your total mana increases while you sleep. The more you sleep, the higher your total mana will increase] [Spell Rank: ???] And that was just the beginning of the legend of Alaric, the wizard who never trained yet reached the peak. The mage who built the best magic academy from scratch just to use his disciples to work for him. "I can relax all day while my disciples work for me, what a life!"

[Congratulations, Terran survivor #99598, for activating the Universe Assistance System!] Althea, along with the remaining 1% of the population of their home planet, stared at the holographic screen in front of them in confusion. Their galaxy was apparently ending, and suddenly announcements from an alien system appeared in their heads, telling them they would be permanently transferred to another world. The survivors were all very depressed. First, they were forced to survive in a zombie apocalypse, and now they had to survive a new world altogether? It just so happened that Althea was one of the few people who got the Lord Token, the ticket to controlling a territory---a supposed safe haven for her people. Althea looked at her very large stomach and sighed at an unknown future. Would she be able to build a good home for her children? And... would she and her husband find each other again? #Apocalypse, #Josei, #Romance, #BeautifulFL, #HandsomeML, #PowerCouple, #Infrastructure, #MagicSpace, #KingdomBuilding, #Adventure, #Pregnancy, #Game Elements, #System #LitRPG ____ Now an E-BOOK~! Please rate, ne? WILL HELP US OUT SOOO MUCHH~! Book 1: AMAZON: https://a.co/d/hy7Rocr GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203724162-after-surviving-the-apocalypse-i-built-a-city-in-another-world ____ READERS LOUNGE NOW OPEN~! (Readers ONLY please!) https://discord.gg/w8qKw2yaNK

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. ✿ Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. ✿ Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. ✿ Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

Everyone has friends in their lives, right? They can be anyone—good friends, bad friends, or even... friends with benefits. Ahem! Anyway, the point is, everyone has friends. And so did I. I was friends with author of web novel. Yeah, was. A small argument over how the main character should act in novel of [World’s Greatest Hero] led to a fight with my friend, the author. Still frustrated, I stormed out of his house... and that’s when Truck-kun hit me. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part? I woke up in a different body—the body of a side character in my friend’s novel. A character who is supposed to die in the prologue. I was Doomed from the start! [Your body is dying!] [You don’t have much time left.] [The creator of this world is mocking you.] F#ck you, Author. F#ck this novel. I will survive, and when I do—I'll beat you to a pulp! --- [WSA2025 ENTRY!] Additional tags: # Academy # Alternate World # Fantasy World # Male Protagonist # Misunderstandings # Multiple Love Interests # Obsessive Love # Possession # Romantic Subplot # Special Abilities # Transported to Another World # Yandere [Author Note:- I don't need any castle or spacecraft, etc. i think it's waste of money sending those big gifts. So save your money and just read if you like the novel.] discord link:- https://discord.com/invite/Ep9PZHSp

One day, the entire Earth is plunged into an endless ice apocalypse. All humans awaken in a desolate frozen wasteland with only a single flickering campfire to keep them alive. Here, the rules of reality have changed — everyone must gather resources, craft tools, and build from fragile wooden huts to sturdy stone fortresses just to survive the deadly cold. Monstrous frost beasts roam the white abyss. Hunger and cold gnaw at the mind. In this hopeless situation, humanity struggles, and countless people die every day. However, Ye Tian, an ordinary office worker, suddenly awakens a hidden SSS-rank class: ChatBot User! With it, he can access an exclusive "Command Console" akin to a cheat mode in a sandbox survival game: > /give longsword x1 /enchant longsword.sharpness5 /spawn survival_kit x1 But nothing is free. Every command costs Command Points (CP)—which can only be earned by overcoming brutal challenges, defeating frost beasts, or completing hidden missions. As the world falls into despair and the strong prey on the weak, Ye Tian forges legendary weapons, constructs indestructible fortresses, and commands an army of summoned beasts to dominate the frozen lands. When others shiver in broken wooden shacks, he lounges inside a grand heated palace. When others scavenge for scraps, he dines on gourmet feasts. "You want to challenge me? Sorry, I just gave myself a +1000 Strength buff." In this game of life and death, only he can write his own commands and decide his fate. --- Tags: Game Elements, Survival, System, Isekai, Overpowered Protagonist, Base Building, Resource Management, Face Slapping, Strongest Alone, Cold Apocalypse.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

Richard Harrison is a powerful billionaire CEO with a reputation built on precision, power, and silence. With the billion-dollar Zenith Contract hanging in the balance, he can't afford distractions or scandals. But everything changes the night he attends a luxury rooftop party in velaris hotel, Montelucia City. When he sees a young woman being taken advantage of in the VIP lounge, he steps in without hesitation. The press captures the moment: Richard, holding a dazed Pearl Grey in his arms. By morning, the image is everywhere. Pearl, heartbroken and trying to escape a messy past, never expected a night out with her friend would thrust her into the public eye. Now labeled as the mysterious woman on Richard Harrison’s arm, she’s pulled into a whirlwind she never asked for. To protect his public image and hers Richard makes a shocking announcement: Pearl is his fiancee. But when the media frenzy turns dangerous and someone begins to dig into Pearl’s late parents’ history, Richard offers a more permanent solution: a secret, contract marriage. No love. Just protection, business, and control. But behind the cameras and contracts, something deeper begins to form. As deception gives way to desire, and lines blur between what's real and what’s pretend, Pearl and Richard must decide: can a marriage built on lies grow into something true?

*Note - Mature Content - I was just lounging around in a work dinner when suddenly- WOOOSH! WHAAAM! I got hit in the head by my coworker for being too good... But he did me a favour more than anything! This is the moment I've been waiting for! The skills I've gained, the efforts I've put! It's all for this! I'm finally fulfilling my destiny by transmigrating! I opened my eyes to see a humungous and ornate bedroom filled with gold ornaments and expensive-looking items. *Ding* Welcome to the Vassal Domination System: Please conquer women to dominate the world. Finally! I transmigrated into another world... And what does this say? I have to conquer women to dominate the world? Mwahahahahaha, I'll definitely make use of this! Looks like ruling the universe is going to be a very very enjoyable journey... *Quite a bit of lemon ;) --- This is my first novel, so please take some pity on me. I'm open and ready to receive any and all criticism, so please don't hold back either. I plan to have some fun with this, but won't go overboard anywhere. The MC won't bang every woman he sees but he'll definitely have some fun. The MC isn't a villain or a monster but he definitely isn't a hero either, (he is a bit crazy with his chunnibyou attitude, but I promise its only for the first few chapters) I plan to make him a little politician like, where his subjects and citizens have quite a good opinion of him, intentionally or unintentionally. Alright then! Sit back and enjoy the ride :) Please read as much as you can, it really helps me going! *No yuri. No NTR

This book’s full title is: “Murderous AI: That Time I Got Kidnapped to the Future and My Suit Solves Everything With Explosions” Christopher “Chris” Cross never expected much from his night out in Chicago—until he picked up a pair of sleek, high-tech sunglasses in an old gaming lounge. One bad decision later, he finds himself kidnapped into the distant future, permanently bonded to a sentient A.I. battle suit with an unhealthy obsession with destruction. Now stranded in a world where humanity rules the stars, corporate-backed militaries wage endless wars, and advanced technology is as dangerous as the people who wield it, Chris has a few pressing concerns: • He has no way back home, and his new A.I. co-pilot thinks ‘diplomacy’ is just another word for ‘missile strike’. • The suit he’s wearing is an outdated experimental relic, but somehow, it’s more advanced than anything in this era. • R.A.G.E. wants to solve every problem with overwhelming firepower and keeps offering unsolicited ‘explosion-based’ solutions to everyday situations. • By sheer accident, Chris prevents the assassination of a high-ranking military official, putting himself on the radar of powerful factions—and making enemies he didn’t ask for. With shadowy organizations watching him, dangerous figures hunting him, and an A.I. constantly trying to escalate every situation into a full-scale war, Chris has no choice but to adapt—or die trying. But in a galaxy where power determines survival, he’s quickly learning that controlling R.A.G.E. isn’t just about keeping himself alive. It might just decide the future itself. *** This work will be participating in the 2025 Spirity Awards. Upload schedule: Every Tuesday and Wednesday with a minimum of 4ch/week (I’m a working man. My apologies, readers.) 500 Power Stones/week= 1 extra chp every week for the first three months. First 20 reviews = 1 extra chapter a week for the month. Every 50 golden tickets gifted (when contracted) will unlock a chapter designated at 1 coin for the first three months after being contracted and going premium. (Applies to privilege as well.) That is all. Thank you for reading and don’t forget to add to your library and comment while reading. It motivates me.

In the glittering metropolis of Rainmere City, Jiang Yeming conceals a stunning secret beneath his unassuming role as a scorned son-in-law. Born into the wealthiest family in the world—the enigmatic Jiang dynasty, ranked number one in global influence—he lives quietly under his ambitious wife, Lan Yueran, a rising real estate star, enduring the biting scorn of her mother, Feng Xuelan. But when danger looms—a sabotaged business deal with Goldrise Holdings and a deadly attack targeting Lan—Jiang’s dormant power erupts. Trained in ancient martial arts and bound by a vow to protect Lan’s ailing father, he steps from the shadows to shield her from a treacherous plot led by his cunning cousin, Jiang Ruifeng, and ruthless gangs like the Red Fang.From electrifying battles at the Velvet Crown Lounge to masterful strategies that bolster Lan’s empire, Jiang transforms from a low-key outcast into the Dragon Sovereign, heir to an unrivaled legacy. As a forbidden romance ignites between them amid the chaos, the truth of his family’s supremacy unfolds, promising a clash for dominance that could reshape their world. Packed with pulse-pounding action, sizzling tension, and jaw-dropping twists, this tale of hidden royalty and redemption will keep you hooked chapter after chapter!

William Rose. A villain destined to die offscreen—forgotten, erased. And now? I am him, trapped in a story that’s already written me off. In a world where villains die quietly and heroes wear masks, maybe it’s time for someone worse to step up. *** "Damn it." An angry voice broke the stillness, low and bitter. "William Rose. Of all people… it had to be him." A boy lounged on the crimson velvet sofa, posture lazy but eyes burning. One leg draped over the other, fingers drumming a slow, restless rhythm against the armrest. As his gaze drifted to the ceiling, tracing the ornate carvings, he muttered, "Just... Why does it have to be him?"

In the year 2135, on the Blue Planet, a massive tower clawed its way into the sky — black as night, wreathed in a gloomy aura that devoured the sun, the moon, and the hopes of humanity. At that moment, every human received a system — a power that felt almost like a game, complete with levels, abilities, and stat screens. But it wasn’t a game. The system’s warning was clear and merciless: Clear every ten floors within six months, or the tower will devour your world. Three years had passed since the tower’s arrival. Humanity clawed its way up, floor by floor, desperate to survive. No one knew how many floors there were — only that each one was deadlier than the last. And now, in this desperate struggle, Alem and his friends had reached Floor 41, hoping to hunt monsters and level up, to grow strong enough to keep climbing. But they hadn’t expected this. In the depths of a dark dungeon, Alem fought for his life. A monstrous angel, wreathed in divine light, bore down on him like the wrath of the heavens. Its level didn’t even appear on the system — an anomaly, a creature not meant to exist on Floor 41. “Run!” Alem shouted to his comrades. “I’ll hold it back!” But betrayal came in the form of a friend’s blade, driven through his side in a moment of desperation. His best friend. The man who had fought by his side for sixteen years — almost two decades of laughter, hardship, and unspoken loyalty — turned his blade on him. “I’m sorry…” the man whispered, his voice raw with regret. “I have to save them. We can’t all die here.” Alem sank to his knees, blood gushing from the wound, warm and sticky as it pooled around him. The world blurred as memories flickered through his mind: the countless nights they had spent side by side, dreaming of conquering the tower three years ago — the tower that demanded humanity clear every ten floors within six months or face extinction. He wanted to scream, to rage against the betrayal… but in the end, there was only emptiness. “So… this is how it ends,” Alem thought bitterly. His heart was too tired to rage, too worn out to even grieve the betrayal of someone he had trusted with everything. In the face of betrayal, he felt… nothing. The angel’s brilliance grew until everything was swallowed by white light. And then… time stopped. A figure appeared in the stillness, lounging in the air as though reclining on an invisible couch. She wore a stunning purple dress that shimmered with moonlight, her long, wavy purple hair framing her face. Her golden eyes, bright and divine, were half-lidded with sleepiness. “Ah… what a mess,” she drawled

"Somehow, our most normal friend is the least normal person we know." Leo Arclight doesn’t talk much. He sits, blinks, occasionally breathes. That's it. So imagine our shock when we find him hanging out with a global superstar. Casual. Like it’s brunch with Grandma. “Are we being punked?” “Maybe he has a twin?” “Maybe we’re the side characters.” From surprise airport appearances to blurry cameos in VIP lounges, Leo’s trail of accidental chaos makes no sense. And every time we ask? He just shrugs. Now we’re on a mission: uncover the truth about our lowkey classmate who's either secretly famous… or dangerously unlucky. Spoiler: It’s both. And Leo? Yeah, he’s still just wondering when lunch is.

The moment I transmigrated as Lucian, the Empire's discarded prince, I found myself exiled to a desolate frozen wasteland and sentenced to immediate execution! On the brink of death, memories from my previous life surged—I was Azrael, the supreme ruler of the Abyssal Demon Realm! From the depths of my soul, my hidden cheat [Abyssal Dominion Core] activated! [Ding! Critical condition detected, emergency protocols initiated!] [Authority Unlocked: First Summoning permission granted!] [Available Summon: Azagor, Demon Lord of War!] Facing the knight captain's sinister grin, I merely smirked and uttered the true name. In the next instant, the sky split apart, and Azagor descended from Hell itself, crushing the knight captain into paste beneath his feet! "Holy crap! Is it already over?" No, this is just the beginning! [Ding! You killed 10 Holy Knights, Authority Points +500!] [Congratulations! Territory established, "Demon Lord Lootbox" function unlocked!] Need a strategist? Spend points to summon [Mephistor, Demon of Wisdom]—enemy prime ministers turn traitor in seconds! Need an assassin? Summon [Lilithea, Demon of Shadows], and the enemy emperor's head hits the ground by nightfall! Need a blacksmith? [Beltharos, Demon Forger] says hello—mass-produced artifacts, anyone? While the entire continent trembles at the unexpected rise of an exiled prince, I'm simply lounging on my throne in the Demon Realm, leisurely contemplating which Demon Lord to summon next from my legendary lineup of twelve...

Xia Jin had been Huo Jue's secretary for five years. Not long after she started working, Huo Jue had already taken her to the bed in the CEO's lounge. In those five years, she worked diligently in the day and served him diligently in bed at night. Every morning, she would wake him up like a dutiful secretary. "Mr. Huo, it's six o'clock. It's time to get up." Every time, she would receive the man's cold and impatient reply, "Get lost." Xia Jin had never taken his car to work, nor had she eaten breakfast with him. Initially, she had dreamed of becoming Mrs. Huo, but after five years, she woke up from her dream. One day, rumors were spreading among her colleagues that Huo Jue had an appointment with Sevne's vice president in the Asia-Pacific region for dinner. He was a pervert who had once drugged and violated the secretary of the company's CEO. He was someone who even dared to pester Huo Jue's elder female cousin, but Huo Jue still insisted on letting Xia Jin accompany him to dinner. During the meal, the man openly brought Xia Jin into the private lounge, but Huo Jue did not stop him. He did not even bother looking at her. When Xia Jin escaped from the lounge on her own and ran back to Huo Jue's car, he merely commented, "You're quite capable." Xia Jin smiled calmly. "I have Mr. Huo's many years of training to thank for, but I'm hereby informing you that I want to resign. I don't want to work anymore." After she announced it, she disregarded whatever expression was on the man's face, got out of the car, and walked away with her back straight. After leaving the man, Xia Jin's life started to change. Handsome young men chased after her with all their might, and people started giving her credits that contributed to her career achievements. Her father, who she had never met before, was a billionaire—she was now someone who could have a massive inheritance with just a nod of her head. With her teeth gritted, Xia Jin instantly soared to the peak of her life. At a cocktail party—Huo Nan held his wine glass and glanced at his ex-secretary, whom he had not seen for a long time. "It seems like you still have feelings for me. How else can you explain you chasing me all the way here?" Xia Jin smiled and faceslapped him, "Mr. Huo, I don't think I invited you, right?" Huo Nan replied, "Do you have brain damage from your excessive heartbreak?" The host announced, "Next, let's welcome the new CEO of the company, Miss Xia Jin, on stage! Everyone, give her a round of applause!" Huo Nan, "???"

n the heart of Asia’s neon underworld, whispers of a name echoed through every VIP lounge: RSR0003. A name backed by 20 billion KRW in deposit, a name you couldn’t scam, a name you’d regret crossing. Jongno wasn’t just a casino agent — he was the last real guarantee in a world full of frauds. "Telegram. RSR0003. Ask for the ledger," he’d say, handing a steel-plated card engraved with only that ID. New players, seasoned gamblers, even rival syndicates respected one thing: Verified capital. Real protection. No ‘eat-and-run’. Rumor had it he once returned 500 million won to a player who got hacked mid-bet. Just to protect the reputation. That’s not customer service. That’s legacy. And now… someone tried to fake his name.

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.

Everything was going in the same route as it always did. Avery was having a normal day at school when her teacher suddenly collapsed, and so did many other people in the school. They were evacuated outside and sent home. When she walked inside her house, she found her mother collapsed on the floor. She hurriedly checked on her and found that her pulse wasn't beating. Crying, she went to check on her father and found him in the lounge with the Tv on. He too wasn't breathing. The news read: Mysterious virus causing all adults to collapse and die. The reporter on the screen was also laying in her seat looking dead. Avery ran out of the house to her neighbors where her best friend, Melanie, lived. Her parents were also on the floor. Avery and Melanie came up with some sort of plan the next morning. They rounded up all the kids in their town into one place and did their best to calm everyone down. They proceeded to rally others and continued all on their own, 'cause no adult was left and they were all on their own. Let's see how this story progresses. Will there ever be a happy ending? Or will they lose themselves and this world would end?

Two lost souls from different worlds are bound by a cosmic lewd system experiment. One, a dominant Sugar Mommy reincarnated into her prime. The other, a broke college student resurrected after a stupid death. Together, they will build a pleasure empire in a fantasy realm of lust battlegrounds, seduction guilds, and erotic domination. In the land of Erosia, magic flows through Desire Nodes, and combat isn't always fought with swords—it’s fought with tongues, moans, seduction arts, and panties of power. SYSTEM FUSION: S.W.A.P.S. The gods of lust and rebirth have merged two failed systems—SEXBUDDY and The Pornstar System—into one chaotic, pleasure-fueled power source. System Functions: Lust Rank, Bond Level, Affection Sync Exotic Skill Tree: "Erotic Aura", "Moan Burst", "Finger Flick" Panty Rarity Index: Basic → Rare → Forbidden → Celestial Room Upgrades: Sugar Spa, Domme Dungeon, Lovers’ Lounge MILF Token Economy Harem Management Interface

Jayden Colman at the age of 12 had been arrested and given a life sentence for murder after litterally shoving a shovel down his fathers throat for his dad had beaten his mom to a pulp after coming home drunk simply because she over cooked his food . But then at the age of 13 a silver linning opportunity presents its self as he joins the army. 13 years later and he vows to make the world bend to his knees.

How does it feel to have such prowess...? Such thought lingered on Kreig's mind; yearning, hoping. He doesn't have a place to call home, nor does he have a person he could come back to. He was a loner living on the streets. The furthest memory he could recall was when he was beaten up to a pulp, and there he awoke. Not such prowess, but his consciousness. Living on the street caused his hunger to survive to surpass his peers, though he, himself, had not done anything to turn his situation around. Then one day, when the usual trade happened before his eyes, an unusual spark lit up in his eyes, something dangerously close to hope. Even if this kills me... Tomorrow, I, Kreig Haven, will set forth the world of Domains! One to two chapters per day, typically 4:05 PM UTC

Jericho was just another die-hard gamer until a sudden death dropped him straight into the world of his favorite fantasy RPG. There’s only one problem: he didn’t reincarnate as the legendary hero, the hidden boss, or even a halfway-decent ally. No, Jericho is an extra. A third-rate noble who, in the game’s story, used his status to bully the weak, harass women, and serve as an early punching bag for the real protagonist. His scripted fate? A humiliating downfall: after assaulting the hero’s childhood friend, Jericho was beaten to a pulp, suspended from the academy, and disowned by his family. Left with nothing but his name, his destiny was to vanish quietly as the story marched on. Now reincarnated into this disgraced villain’s body, after the fall, Jericho wakes up at rock bottom. No money, no allies, no backup plan. And worst of all? Everyone already hates him. But Jericho isn’t interested in redemption. He knows how this world works: no matter how strong a villain gets, the protagonist’s hidden power and unbeatable plot armor will always win in the end. So, why bother fighting fate? Armed with deep knowledge of future events, Jericho takes a different path: profit. From rare relics and world-changing tools to market-shifting disasters, he crafts and exploits every twist of the story for one thing: wealth. His final goal is a quiet, luxurious life far away from the main plotline. But as Jericho’s schemes succeed, his "coincidental" genius draws eyes he never wanted, from dangerous nobles to ambitious academy students, and eventually the hero himself along with his circle of heroines, each with their own suspicions and agendas. Jericho planned to stay out of the story, but the story isn’t done with him.

I was instantly drawn to the idea of the Dubai Cryptocurrency Summit. As a startup founder deeply involved in fintech, the allure wasn’t just the professional opportunity it was the entire package. Dubai’s reputation for luxury, innovation, and ambition made it feel like the perfect setting for a high-profile cryptocurrency event. The promotional materials played into that image perfectly sleek branding, glamorous images of the Burj Khalifa, luxury hotels, exclusive networking lounges, and promises of elite industry attendees from around the globe. The event promised a premium experience that aligned perfectly with the bold, forward-thinking vision I had for my company. I pictured myself networking in rooftop lounges, pitching to investors, and forming strategic partnerships in a city known for embracing blockchain and crypto innovation. Everything about the summit matched Dubai’s reputation high-end, cutting-edge, and full of opportunity. The "premium sponsorship package" was offered at $25,000 in Bitcoin, and it promised a speaking slot, a branded booth, marketing exposure, and exclusive access to investor roundtables. It felt like a fast track to recognition and growth, all set against a backdrop of luxury and global innovation. The polished website, active social media pages, and impressive list of supposed sponsors and speakers all added to the credibility. It seemed too good to pass up. But as the event date approached, red flags began to appear. The summit’s website started glitching, emails to the organizers bounced back, and their social media accounts disappeared. That’s when the harsh truth hit me: the Dubai Cryptocurrency Summit was a scam. The event never existed, and I had sent $25,000 in Bitcoin into thin air. I contacted DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY, a firm specializing in cryptocurrency scam investigations. Using advanced tracking tools, they traced my Bitcoin through complex wallets and eventually to a Dubai-based crypto exchange. Working with local authorities, they managed to freeze the scam wallet and recover $22,000 of my funds. While it wasn’t the full amount, it was a significant victory. WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886

“I wrote this world. I made these rules. And now... I’m just a nameless grunt in them.” Ethan Carter was just another failed webnovel author, spending sleepless nights writing for a handful of readers. Until one day, he woke up... inside his own story. The problem? He didn’t become the hero. Or the villain. Not even a cool side character. He became a grunt. A disposable NPC. The kind that shows up just to take a punch and drop like a sack of potatoes. And to make things worse, he reincarnated right at the moment he’s about to be beaten to a pulp by one of the most ridiculously overpowered characters in the entire world he created — the hero’s mentor, the Lord of Thunder. But… all is not lost. Because in the middle of his panic, Ethan discovers something not even he knew was hidden in his own script: A power. A bug. A loophole. He can stop time. The problem? He has no clue how this damn thing works. Now, he’ll have to survive, master his powers, and navigate a world filled with assassins, criminal syndicates, magical factions, and characters that… well, he wrote. His fate was never in the story. So screw the story.

I, Eli Marks, was the illegitimate son of Gregory Marks the President of the Marks & Wills Foundation in Utah. Two years ago, I was saved by Utah Billionaire and Chairman Armand James of Armand Inc., as my father Gregory Marks whipped me for being disobedient at a VIP lounge in Salt Lake City: Hampton Inn. The two were born nemesis and never saw eye to eye as the two companies had competed for a decade. Two years later, Pa sent my profile to Chairman Armand's office after they advertised for an open position of a secretary for the Chairman without my knowledge. Pa insisted that I had to ensure that I was hired or else he would continue to brutally abuse me and make my mother suffer. If I were hired, I would become a spy for Pa, giving him all the trade secrets and dirt for Armand Inc. At the end of the interview, Chairman Armand announced that I had been hired. Hired by a Tyrant boss who controlled everything around him from his company to his family had even set rules around him making him the most feared and ruthless person in Utah. Armad had risen from the gutter and made my name for myself by leading the largest company in Utah and becoming the first bachelor billionaire to ever exist. The chemistry between us grew and our relationship developed so fast. But we both carried the burden from our past as the demons kept haunting us and pulling us apart. Will Armand ever forgive me when he finds out that I am a spy sent by Pa, to Infiltrate and get the dirt on Armand Inc.? Will the feelings we have for each other survive all the treachery of the corporate world? _______________________________________________________________________________________________ EXCERPT “Stop” I raised my hands in defense to keep the distance between Chairman Armand and me. “That my dear Eli Marks, is a vocabulary that does not exist in my life “He smirked down at me as he moved closer and pressed his body to mine. My hands ended up pressed on his chest as my eyes flashed in anger. I swallowed hard as I felt the sizzling chemistry that brewed between us rise and my bottom lip trembled as a result. “You are just proving to me what everyone in Utah says about you “I muttered through gritted teeth hoping my crude words would push him away and make him stop advancements. “Pray tell, what do they say about me, sweet Eli?” He drawled as his head lowered further and his lips were only inches away as our breaths tangled with each other and the scent of wine mingled between us. “That you, Armand James, are a Tyrant. “I blurted out. “Thank you for the compliment, Eli Marks “He smirked at me and my eyes widened at the realization that he was unfazed by my words, and in the next instant his lips brushed with mine and that is how we sealed our fate.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

Just because he couldn't help laughing when TES was beaten by the top in the Pioneer Game in the double-circle big defeat He said "I can play, I can play too" When he opened his eyes again, Liang Yichen found himself sitting in the lounge and became a substitute player of the UP team. "Qingyue, in the third game, you play." What, you want me who only plays the ARAM to kill JDG's scout? "Don't worry, this may be your only chance to play. After all, the team will be disbanded if you go home directly in the first stage." [Who wants to disband my team, I will definitely end his life] [The god talent for the disbanding game has been configured, start your redemption, summoner] That night, the most suspenseful UP made a comeback from 2 to 3, and the young player Qingyue became famous. [100% participation in the team] [There is no point in catching your father] [All beings are equal] [You are the wall] Champion of the first stage, undefeated in the Pioneer Game, proudly topped the world championship. The spotlight shone on Liang Yichen, holding the championship and MVP trophy. In the interview about the genius boy, Liang Yichen was very modest. "In fact, I don't deserve this trophy at all. I don't even know when the vanguard will spawn. I won the championship by cheating!" After all, if it's not a skin change, he won't be banned!

Warning: This story contains dark themes, mature content, graphic violence, incest, gore and sexual elements. Reader discretion is advised. ~~~~~~ After ending his life, and the world along with it, Ziel opened his eyes to starlight, sarcasm, and a goddess lounging on a throne made of galaxies. She gave him a condition: to destroy the threads of fate of such individuals and steal everything that belonged to them. Now he'd been shoved into the body of a boy summoned with his classmates to defeat the Seven Deadly Sins. They think I’m a hero. But I remember the fire. The ending I gave my last world. This time, I’m not here to save anyone. I’m here to see what breaks first: fate… or me.