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【You can skip the Prequel chapters which won't affect your reading】 He cradled an incense burner in his hand and lit thirty minutes of incense. Wisps of blue smoke swirled around, and in that instant, his Divine Thought pierced heaven and earth, all worldly fetters dissolved into nothingness. Such was the Immortal.

In the frost-bitten wilderness of the Stormspire Mountains, a teenage boy named Jacob Reed and his ailing grandfather, Elias, embark on a desperate journey to seek sanctuary with the enigmatic Order of the Emerald Horizon—a secretive brotherhood rumored to wield power over life and death. Clad in ragged clothes and driven by dwindling hope, they ascend the treacherous slopes, their path lit only by the faint glow of ancient sigils carved into the mountain gates. Upon arrival, they are met with hostility by a hooded gatekeeper who mocks their humble origins. Just as the Order’s refusal seems inevitable, a seismic roar erupts from the mountain’s core, triggering a chain of events that hints at Jacob’s mysterious connection to a dormant force. Unbeknownst to all, the boy carries an obsidian pendant—a relic pulsing with eerie violet light—that may hold the key to unraveling the Order’s darkest secrets.

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

Elysia has lived countless lives, constantly reincarnating into another world. Sometimes she picks the world, other times the goddess gives her a mission. In her new life as Kye Akari, she is sent on a mission to "eliminate a certain entity". On this mission, she keeps all the power and knowledge acquired in her past lives. What can a transmigrator accomplish when they have countless lifetimes of experience behind them? ----- Volume 1&2 Rewrite In Progress... Volume 3 In Progress... Alt Name: Isekai Elysia Currently hosted on: Royal Road, Scribble Hub, Webnovel, Tapas, Wattpad, and Inkitt. Release Schedule: Monday / Wednesday / Friday ----- Links: https://mayavelle.carrd.co/ Business Inquiries: mayavelle@yahoo.com

La veille de leur mariage, son fiancé s'est enfui avec sa maîtresse. Par frustration, elle a attrapé l'homme debout devant le bureau des affaires civiles : "Président Mo, votre mariée n'est pas arrivée et mon fiancé s'est enfui... Puis-je vous proposer de nous marier ?" Avant le mariage, elle a dit : "Même si nous devions partager le même lit, il ne se passerait rien entre nous !" Après le mariage, il a dit : "Si nous n'essayons pas, comment saurions-nous ?"

"Votre lit est froid," dit une voix dans la pièce qui la fit écarquiller les yeux de peur. Nerveuse, elle se retourna, déglutissant doucement en voyant une ombre sur son lit, comme si quelqu'un s'y était allongé. L'homme qui s'était allongé s'assit, émergeant des ombres où il l'attendait. "Que fais-tu ici ?" demanda-t-elle alors que ses pieds touchaient le sol et qu'il se levait pour commencer à marcher vers elle. Ses traits séduisants paraissaient plus sombres que d'habitude en raison du manque de lumière dans la pièce. "Je suis venu te voir," il inclina la tête, "Où es-tu allée ?" "Je suis sortie me promener," répondit-elle rapidement, un mensonge qu'il devina immédiatement, ce qui lui fit sourire, un sourire qui lui faisait le plus peur. Elle fit un pas en arrière lorsqu'il s'approcha d'elle. Cela ne l'empêcha pas de la coincer, et son dos heurta le mur derrière elle. Il leva la main vers son visage, et elle ferma les yeux, effrayée. Elle frissonna quand ses doigts traînèrent de sa tempe jusqu'à sa mâchoire et son cou. Ses cheveux blonds étaient lâchés. "Au milieu de la nuit ?" elle ne répondit pas, sachant qu'il pouvait décrypter ses mensonges à travers ses mots. Il se rapprocha davantage, ce qui la fit détourner le visage de lui et ses mots vibrèrent sur la peau de son cou, "Es-tu allée le voir, ma douce fille ?"

Er war ein Waisenkind mit mittelmäßiger Begabung und einem bescheidenen Hintergrund. Durch seine Ausdauer und seinen Unwillen, sich mit Mittelmäßigkeit zufrieden zu geben, kultivierte er verzweifelt. Durch einen glücklichen Zufall erweckte er die alte Kampfseele, die in dieser Welt schon lange ausgestorben war, und von diesem Moment an war sein Aufstieg unaufhaltsam, wie ein Komet, der hoch aufsteigt und sich auf eine Kultivierungsreise begibt, um die Welt zu beherrschen. Er begann als Bettler, der von anderen schikaniert wurde, und begann mit jedem Schritt zu glänzen. Er trat in eine Ära des Chaos ein, in der es zahlreiche Sekten gibt, Talente im Überfluss vorhanden sind, die Zehntausend Clans um die Macht wetteifern und ein menschlicher Held nach dem anderen in einer riesigen und großartigen Welt auftaucht. Mit der "Tyrannenhimmel-Kampfseele" schwor er sich, seinen eigenen Mythos zu schmieden!

La veille de leur mariage, son fiancé s'est enfui avec sa maîtresse. Frustrée, elle attrape l'homme debout devant le bureau des affaires civiles, "Président Chadwick, votre mariée n'est pas arrivée et mon marié s'est enfui... Puis-je suggérer que nous nous marions ?" Avant le mariage, elle a dit: "Même si nous partageons le même lit, rien ne se passera entre nous !" Après le mariage, il a dit: "Si nous n'essayons pas, comment saurons-nous ?"

Sharon war eine gewöhnliche Person, während ihr Mann, Wallace Harris, ein vielversprechender und gut aussehender Mann war. Seine Familie gehörte zu den angesehensten und reichsten Familien in New York City. Dass sie Wallace heiraten konnte, war ein Zufall. In den drei Jahren ihrer Ehe hatte Wallace nie mit Sharon geschlafen. Auch seine Familie überredete ihn immer wieder, sich von Sharon scheiden zu lassen. Es war die Geburtstagsfeier der alten Matriarchin der Familie Harris, und alle jungen Leute der Familie Harris hatten die teuersten Geschenke gemacht, um die alte Dame glücklich zu machen - alle außer Sharon. Sie bat Madam Harris um Geld für den alten Haushälter, Onkel Smith, da er kein Geld für seine medizinische Behandlung hatte. Aber wie zu erwarten war, wurde sie von der Familie Harris gedemütigt, als sie darum bat. "Die Familie Harris hatte noch nie eine arme Verwandte wie dich. Lass dich nie wieder in meiner Gegenwart blicken! Wallace hätte Crystal heiraten sollen. Sie ist sicherlich eine junge Dame, die es wert ist, in unsere Familie einzuheiraten", sagte Madam Harris. "Bitte weiß, wo du hingehörst und verschwinde von hier. Bleiben Sie nicht mehr in unserem Haus. Wie kann Wallaces Großvater so töricht sein, eine arme, nutzlose Frau wie dich mit meinem Sohn zu verheiraten?", sagte June, Wallaces Mutter. "Es sind nur ein paar Millionen Dollar, aber du bist so arm, dass du dir von unserer Familie etwas leihen musst. Wie kann eine Frau wie du es verdienen, mit Wallace zusammen zu sein? Wenn es Crystal wäre, hätte sie uns bestimmt nicht so blamiert!" An diesem Abend überreichte Wallace Sharon eine Bankkarte, auf der Millionen von Dollar standen. "Die Firma ist in der Entwicklung, deshalb habe ich nicht viel Bargeld. Du kannst das benutzen, um Onkel Smith zu helfen." Angesichts der Feindseligkeit der Familie Harris erklärte Wallace: "Da ich sie geheiratet habe, bin ich für sie verantwortlich. Egal, ob sie reich oder arm ist, Sharon ist meine Frau." Erst als eines Tages ein Fremder Sharon ansprach, wusste sie, dass sie eine Frau war. Erst da wusste Sharon, dass sie die Tochter einer angesehenen Familie war, die Anspruch auf ein Vermögen von mindestens zehn Milliarden hatte. Plötzlich besaß sie das größte Unternehmen in New York und eine Bankkarte, die Hunderte von Millionen an "Taschengeld" enthielt. Im Handumdrehen hatte sich ihre Identität verändert. Sie war nicht mehr die arme Schwiegertochter, die von der Familie Harris nicht bevorzugt wurde. Stattdessen war sie die angesehenste Person in New York geworden!

Aufgrund der zunehmenden Selbstmordfälle im Land schuf die Regierung ein Simulatorsystem, das mit den Gehirnströmen der Menschen verbunden war und sie in Tausende von Welten transmigrieren und viele Aspekte des Lebens erleben ließ, um ihren Lebenswillen zu stimulieren. Erst wenn der Lebenswille zu 100 % erfüllt war, konnten sie wieder ins Leben zurückkehren. Lu Yizhou. Männlich. Ledig. 22 Jahre alt. An einem bestimmten Tag beging er Selbstmord, indem er sich im Land des Schnees vergrub. Und dann wurde er in den Simulator gezogen. 666: Willkommen, Gastgeber! Herzlichen Glückwunsch, du bist die 666. Person, die an diesem Projekt teilnimmt! Der Gastgeber hat das große Glück, 666 zu bekommen, denn 666 ist das schönste, vernünftigste und wunderbarste System! Lu Yizhou: ...Kann ich das System ändern? Du bist laut. 666: QAQ Lu Yizhou: Egal wie oft ich transmigriere, mein Willensmesser wird nicht gefüllt werden. 666: N-Nein, gib nicht auf! Wirt sollte nicht aufgeben QAQ uwaaa, lass 666 nicht allein! Du bist mein Erster, mein Einziger, wie kannst du so herzlos sein und mich einfach so zurücklassen? Lu Yizhou: ...warum klingt das falsch? . . . So begann er, von einer Welt zur anderen zu springen, um den Schurken zu retten. Lu Yizhou: Warum muss ich die Schurken retten? 666: Ckckck, Host du bist zu unschuldig! Natürlich, weil sie fantastischer sind als die männliche Hauptrolle; reicher, mächtiger, einfallsreicher, herrischer und gutaussehend! Lu Yizhou: ...das sind doch nur deine Vorlieben, oder? 666: Wirt, warum glaubst du 666 nicht?! QAQ . . . Er dachte, er hätte nichts mehr, wofür er leben könnte. Mit müdem Herzen und gefühllosem Körper sank er auf den Grund des Abgrunds, nur um... einen leuchtenden Stern zu finden. ******* Der schöne, stoische, dichte und unerwartet naive Gong x der besitzergreifende, verwöhnte und intrigante Shou, der seinen Charme zu nutzen wusste Zusätzliche Tags: schnelle Seelenwanderung, Fantasy, Abenteuer, Komödie, düster, Mysterium, Tragödie, schnelles Tempo, seme/gong/top Protagonist, love interest fall in love first, yaoi, reif, Selbstmordgedanken, Vergangenheit spielt eine große Rolle, 1 vs 1 Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord-Server: bit.ly/delanadiscord Discord: delanasiwarka#1490

"Auf das Bett." Mein neuer Herr, der Alpha von Drogomor, befahl. Ich ging auf das Bett zu, nackt, beschämt und voller Tränen. Ich war dabei, meine Jungfräulichkeit zu verlieren, aber das bedeutete nichts für den Mann, der sie mir nehmen würde. *** Ich bin Rosalie, 20 Jahre alt und wurde von meinem eigenen Vater an den schrecklichsten Alpha verkauft. "Du bist für mich nichts weiter als ein Zuchttier", sagte er grausam zu mir. Ich hatte schon lange gewusst, dass meine Liebe zu ihm hoffnungslos und töricht war. Aber ich war naiv zu glauben, dass dies das Ende der Geschichte war. Sobald das Baby auf der Welt ist, werde ich hingerichtet. *** Die Leute dachten, ich sei tot, aber ich habe überlebt. "Du bist es!" Er ergriff meine Hand, und seine Augen waren voller Gefühle, die ich nicht verstehen konnte. "Komm zurück zu mir, Rosalie." "Tut mir leid." Ich sah ihn ruhig an, "aber ich glaube, du hast die falsche Person erwischt."

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

In the grimy back alleys of 2024, mafia enforcer Ethan Perez meets a violent end, a bullet tearing through his heart. His last vision: the haunting silhouette of his killer. But death is not the end. He awakens to find himself trapped in the lavish, yet treacherous court of a 19th-century parallel world, inhabiting the body of Antoinette Versailles, the overlooked 4th Princess. Gone are the neon-lit streets and the cold steel of his Beretta. Now, he must navigate a world of ornate gowns, intricate courtly etiquette, and hidden daggers. Ethan, now Antoinette, finds herself hunted by shadowy figures within the very palace walls she now calls home, forced to flee through secret passages and delve into a conspiracy that threatens to shatter the royal lineage. The gritty survival instincts of a modern-day mobster clash with the delicate facade of a princess, creating a thrilling blend of action and intrigue. Antoinette must use every skill she possesses—from strategic thinking to ruthless determination—to survive. She must uncover the identity of her would-be assassins and understand why a man from a modern world was thrust into the role of a forgotten princess. Can Ethan, trapped in Antoinette's body, adapt to this new reality and unravel the secrets of the court? Or will the shadows of the past consume him, leaving him lost in a world he never belonged in? "The 4th Princess" is a captivating tale of reincarnation, survival, and the clash of two worlds, where a modern man must embrace his new identity to reclaim a princess's stolen destiny.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

Psychopath and hedonist, Linfer, known as the Bloody Devil, plunged humanity into Armageddon. His strength was so devastating that it shook even the most powerful beings of his time. But his impulsiveness and his rage to devour everything in his path eventually drew the attention of the Tao Tree, the governing entity of the universe. He found himself transmigrated into a distant past and trapped in a body that was secretly the Devourer, the number one enemy. In a world where ancient myths and legends were daily reality, the chaos he embodies cannot be suppressed so easily. ... "Young Master Hu! The Devourer has left traces in a kingdom of the Lower Realm!" Bai She slowly opened his eyes, his silver pupils reflecting an unsettling glow. "Gather the inner disciples," he commanded. "As servants of the Tao, we must purge this evil, even if it means sacrificing ourselves." The disciples exchanged admiring glances, some whispering among themselves: "The younger generation is truly fortunate to have you, Young Master Hu." A slight smile lit up Bai She’s face. **** #romance #Smut #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

Jasmine Carter pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow, her heart hammering violently in her chest. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old wood, the air thick with the scent of something far worse—blood. She barely dared to peek past the crates stacked beside her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. But the sounds... God, the sounds were enough to paint a vivid picture. Thud. A strangled cry followed—a raw, agonized sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay silent. How many times had she heard that already? A weak, broken voice whimpered, “P-please… I-I’ll do anything. Just don't kill me I have a wife and kids". Silence stretched for a moment. Then, a voice—smooth, patient, almost kind. “Then start talking.” Jasmine knew that voice. The man standing in the middle of this bloodstained floor, the man coaxing information from his victim as if they were sharing pleasantries over dinner...That man was Lucas Salvatore. And she he was her crush

Title: The General’s Forbidden Obsession Overview: In the heart of a war-torn Japan, where power is held by ruthless generals and noble bloodlines teeter on the edge of ruin, one sheltered aristocratic son makes a single, devastating mistake—he steps beyond the walls of his family’s protection. Naïve, docile, and unaware of the world’s dangers, he longs for a taste of freedom, a single night beneath the city’s lantern-lit sky. But beauty like his is a curse, drawing hungry eyes and grasping hands. When a brothel lures him in with promises of wonder, he stumbles into the clutches of men who see him as nothing more than a delicate prize to be claimed. Watching from the shadows is the nation’s most feared general—cold, ruthless, and entirely captivated. At first, he only observes, drawn in by the boy’s ethereal beauty and oblivious innocence. But when another man dares to touch what he has silently claimed, his restraint shatters. With a single command, the general takes him. Not out of mercy, but out of possessive desire. He tells himself it’s only for a night, that he’ll let the boy go. But obsession, once ignited, is a fire that does not burn out. As the aristocratic son’s family desperately searches for him, the general refuses to release his new obsession. And the boy, so naive to the world’s cruelty, doesn’t yet understand—he has just been caged by the most dangerous man in the empire. Will love bloom from possession, or will he remain nothing more than a treasured captive?

Mo Rao est née dans une famille de médecins militaires. Ses parents avaient risqué leur vie pour sauver la grand-mère de Fu Ying, alors cette dernière avait forcé Fu Ying à prendre Mo Rao pour épouse. Mo Rao savait toujours que Fu Ying avait une amoureuse de rêve nommée Qu Ru. Cette fille n'avait pas réussi à épouser Fu Ying comme elle le désirait parce que la grand-mère de Fu Ying les en avait empêchés. Après leur mariage, Fu Ying était très prévenant envers Mo Rao. Ils avaient même une grande compatibilité, en particulier au lit. Fu Ying se retrouvait toujours profondément plongé dans la tendresse de Mo Rao. Jusqu'au jour où, Fu Ying dit, « Qu Ru est revenue. Divorçons. Je transférerai la propriété que je t'ai promise à ton nom. » Mo Rao dit, « Ne pourrions-nous pas divorcer ? Et si... je suis enceinte... ? » Fu Ying répondit sans cœur, « Avorte-le ! Je ne veux plus d'obstacles entre Qu Ru et moi. De plus, Qu Ru a la leucémie, et ton moelle osseuse est compatible avec la sienne. Si tu es disposée à faire un don, je peux te promettre n'importe quoi. » Mo Rao dit, « Et si ma condition est que nous ne divorcions pas ? » Les yeux de Fu Ying se durcirent. « Mo Rao, ne sois pas trop gourmande. Même si je te promets quelque chose pour Qu Ru, tu sais très bien que je ne t'aime pas. » Les mots « je ne t'aime pas » poignardèrent le cœur de Mo Rao comme un couteau. Son sourire devint soudainement tordu et elle n'était plus la femme docile qu'elle avait été. « Fu Ying, c'est la première fois que tu me répulses autant. Tu me traites de cupide, mais n'es-tu pas pareil ? Tu veux que je divorce pour que tu puisses être avec Qu Ru ? D'accord, j'accepte. Mais tu rêves même que je la sauve ? N'oublie pas, on ne peut pas tout avoir dans la vie, comme toi et moi. » Puis Mo Rao s'en alla. Fu Ying se sentit réellement suffoquer, et ce sentiment le rendit fou. Lorsque Mo Rao réapparut, elle était devenue une étoile éblouissante. Quand elle se présenta devant Fu Ying, tenant la main de son nouveau beau, Fu Ying se moqua éperdument et dit, « Chérie, n'avais-tu pas dit que tu m'aimerais seulement ? » Mo Rao sourit légèrement. « Désolée, ex-mari. Je m'étais trompée à l'époque. Tu n'étais qu'un remplaçant. En fait, j'aime quelqu'un d'autre. »

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »

Valérie, la fille de l'Alpha assassiné de la Meute de la Pierre Jaune, ne pouvait jamais diriger la meute car elle avait un loup Luna. Son compagnon, Tristan, fut désigné Alpha à sa place. Après avoir assumé le titre d'Alpha, Valérie fut piégée et brutalement rejetée, non seulement par Tristan mais aussi par toute sa meute, et sa petite sœur, Scarlet, avec laquelle Tristan avait des liaisons secrètes. « Je rejette Luna Valérie comme ma compagne. Elle a été surprise au lit avec un étranger, ce qui signifie qu'elle trahirait la meute. La punition pour la trahison est la mort », annonça sans cœur l'Alpha Tristan. Les chants des membres de la meute et des Alphas visiteurs venus pour la conférence des Alphas les attirèrent vers le jugement. Personne ne s'attendait à ce que l'Alpha Denzel, dont le nom faisait dresser les poils sur leur peau en raison de sa cruauté, se rende à la conférence. Valérie trouva de l'espoir lorsqu'elle réalisa qu'Alpha Denzel était son compagnon de seconde chance, mais elle fut douloureusement rejetée une fois de plus. Le double rejet la conduisit à perdre son loup, et elle fut condamnée à mourir par tous les Alphas présents. Elle pensait que son sort était scellé lorsque l'Alpha Denzel partit et qu'un guerrier était prêt à l'exécuter. Tout le monde fut choqué lorsque soudain, l'Alpha Denzel se retourna. « Arrêtez ! La fille traîtresse d'un Alpha défunt ne doit pas être tuée. Plus de souffrances l'attendent », déclara-t-il. Le cœur de Valérie chuta lorsqu'elle vit son regard sombre, qui était comme un gouffre sans fond, alors qu'elle s'évanouissait d'épuisement. Quelques mois plus tard, une guerre éclata entre les Alphas alors qu'ils commençaient à revendiquer la Luna rejetée deux fois. Avec son loup mort, la déesse lunaire aura-t-elle la grâce de lui en donner un autre ? Et quel Alpha sera capable de faire fondre son cœur désormais glacé ?

« Qui es-tu ? » Je me suis réveillée d'un sursaut, désorientée et endolorie de partout. Un corps masculin lourd était allongé à côté de moi --- nous étions tous les deux nus, à l'exception d'un drap couvrant nos corps. Je recherchais dans ma mémoire les événements de la nuit précédente, essayant de comprendre comment j'avais atterri ici tout en tentant d'enrouler le drap autour de mon corps. Je me suis arrêtée en me rendant compte que je laisserais mon compagnon de lit totalement dénudé. Je me suis souvenue m'être répétée sans cesse : « Je suis ta compagne ! » Je me suis dégagée doucement du lit à la recherche de vêtements. J'ai essayé d'être aussi silencieuse que possible pour ne pas réveiller l'étranger. Son parfum était partout sur moi, sur tout en fait. Riche et masculin, chaque fois que je respirais, j'avais l'impression d'être enveloppée par la forêt avec des notes de bois et une épice chaude que je ne pouvais nommer. Je voulais ramper à nouveau dans le lit à côté de lui et ne jamais partir. Ma louve, Rayne, grognait dans ma tête : « Nous ne devrions pas partir ! C'est notre compagnon ! »

In an alt medieval fantasy world filled to the brim with monsters and adventure. Zachary haze is just an average boy in search of a thrill. One day when coming home work he sees a flier that opens up a whole new world of possibilities. It was an add asking people to join a guild. "No way" he thought. "Could I seriously become an adventurer?" driven by purely the fever of a dream. This is his story!

Su Wan married the man she had loved for ten years with a heart full of joy. On their wedding night, however, he said to her, "Su Wan, you've been given the status of Mrs. Xu. All you need to do is fulfill your duties. The only things you can get from me are power and money, nothing else." Su Wan, holding a sincere heart as if it were red-hot coal, wanted to tell him that she had secretly loved him for many years. But before she could give away her true feelings, they were thrown to the ground and shattered. Everyone thought that Su Wan must be very happy to marry A city's most noble man, Gu Nanzhou. Even Su Wan herself thought so. But that was just what she thought. Until one day, Su Wan realized that no matter what she did, she could not warm Gu Nanzhou's indifferent heart, and she no longer hoped to gain his love. She chose to leave, to set each other free, leaving only a divorce agreement behind. Everyone knew that Gu Nanzhou had no feelings for Su Wan and that marrying her was merely a reluctant decision. On the day of their divorce, his friends celebrated for him. In the lively atmosphere of the private room, the cold yet noble man didn't utter a word. With his legs crossed and fingertips glowing with a scarlet light, his expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, his mood impenetrable to others. And nobody knew that after Su Wan left, there were countless sleepless nights when Gu Nanzhou sat in her room, his fingers holding the divorce agreement turning white with tension. Later, at a banquet, Gu Nanzhou cornered Su Wan in a dimly lit corner. The man's eyes were slightly red, his voice low and hoarse, his usually indifferent and serene face now showing an unprecedented disarray, almost begging the person in his arms. "Wanwan, please don't divorce me, okay?"

(18+) "S'il vous plaît docteur, baisez-moi s'il vous plaît". supplia Ann. Ses mains étaient menottées en dessous de ses genoux, ce qui faisait que ses jambes étaient suspendues en l'air. Marcus observait son sexe largement ouvert devant ses yeux affamés. Son sexe se durcissait et cherchait à se libérer de son pantalon, mais il tentait de réprimer son envie alors qu'il fixait son entrée humide et pleine de désir. "S'il vous plaît touchez-moi docteur, s'il vous plaît touchez-moi là docteur, ça fait tellement maaaaal...". supplia Ann, elle essayait de toucher son sexe mais les menottes autour de ses poignets l'en empêchaient. Marcus esquissa un sourire en coin, il se dirigea vers le lit óù elle était positionnée à l'extrémité du lit et s'accroupit. Son visage était face à son sexe gonflé alors qu'il maintenait un contact visuel direct avec son entrée dégoulinante d'humidité. CECI N'EST QUE LE DÉBUT DU "Le Docteur du Sexe" VOULEZ-VOUS LIRE LA SUITE ??? VEUILLEZ CONTINUER...

Darkness. There was at first a period of absolute darkness, before there was light. But what if, in another realm far removed from this one, There was light before darkness. Eternal darkness, only lit up by the crimson eyes of monsters hidden within the night. The great disaster, it was called. No-one knew how it happened. Who cared? The world had ended, before it truly began. And now in a dark, splintered universe, a race of sentient bipeds struggles to survive. A race of proud hairless monkeys. A race...of humans.

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself.