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(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone. But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion. The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity. Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires? Overpowered Mc Character Development - Peak [For the first vol(chapter 1-100) Mc is hero trying to save everyone but he changed when they betrayed him, protecting only those he care about now]

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep.

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

A long time ago, a great prophecy appeared in the world. Evil will rise again! Yue Ling, a heavenly demon, was the biggest threat to the world at that time. Alarmed by the prophecy, the Heavenly Emperor ordered to kill Yue Ling at any cost. So again, heaven and the underworld fell into a fierce battle. Years later, the world basks in uneasy peace, Yue Ling's reign of terror a fading memory. But beneath the surface, secrets stir. Few know the truth: that the most revered god in heaven, the Son of the Sun and Lord of the Wind, Zi Feng, was once the heavenly demon, Yue Ling's lover. Tragically, Zi Feng is reborn not as his glorious god-self, but as Yu Lingyu, a bumbling disciple of the Tianmen Wen Sect. His past life haunts him like a nightmare, a painful echo of lost brothers, sacrificed love, and a world stained with blood of his loved. Will Yu Lingyu ever escape the shadow of his past? Can he forge a new life, oblivious to the whispers of his forgotten glory? Or will he be drawn back into the darkness, forced to confront the life what destroyed by him in past - Yue Ling! ...................................................................................... "Ah, the Mighty Wind Lord has become a crying child." Yue Ling's voice was as vicious as a snake and burst out with joy. "Ha ha, you lost your brothers, lost your soul, sacrificed everything for your victory, but why is it still like this? How ironic, dear Feng!" Zi Feng's face was flushed with hatred. Stumbling up, he directly grabbed Yue Ling's shoulders, sinking his eyes into his eternally dark eyes. "Yue Ling!" he shouted. "You have won, heaven is already bathed from the blood of my brothers. Please get out of here now," he cried in his heart-rending grief. The devil's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Victory is most beautiful with the vanquisher's fury. My wind Lord, where is your anger? Where is your vengeance?" Closing his eyes tightly, Zi Feng let the tears flow down his cheeks. "My anger is drowned in a deep ocean, Yue Ling. An ocean of sorrow and blood. So please leave. do not..........force me...........anymore." “Oh, my lord,” Yue Ling said, running his fingers to wipe away the tears on Zi Feng's cheeks. "If you're like this, it's no fun. How about we go to my palace together? And give a toast to your dead comrades. Oh, for your Li Jiu too." Yue Ling's right hand wrapped around Zi Feng's waist and pressed him against his body. His left hand was tugging at Zi Feng's silky hair. "But you know, making yourself the prize of my triumph isn't so bad." He whispered into Si Feng's ear. Suffering from both physical and mental pain, Zi Feng was unable to escape from Yue Ling's grasp. "Why? Why did you do that? Your revenge was to be taken from me. If you said so, I would gladly hand myself over to you. After all, I had to do it, because I was responsible. But why? Why did they all have to die? Why did Li Jiu have to die? Answer me!" "Shhh! My lord, killing you won't solve my problem. I want you to suffer all the pain in this world and watch everything you love slowly to dissolve into darkness……I want you to," Zi Feng's jaws held. Yue Ling lifted Feng's face up, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I want you to melt away, fall on your knees beside me and beg for all of this to stop. But I won't stop until all your loved ones are dead. Li Jiu is only the beginning……the sun, the moon will all be destroyed. Oh, and also your dear brother too.............Wei Yunhe!”

**Please Note that this story consists of highly detailed R-rated contents, This story is a world building for further future release and a Overpowered Mc in school/academy novel , story is stretchy in beginning and consists many side stories** Deva Ram Dharma, a soldier who died on the battlefield, awakens in a mysterious void where memories of his past—love, war, and sacrifice—haunt him. At the edge of the *Vaitarni River*, the path of reincarnation, he faces the choice to dissolve into the infinite or embrace a new existence. But rebirth comes with a twist. Deva awakens in a new life, not as a human, but as a being he can barely comprehend. Struggling to adapt and uncover his purpose, he embarks on a journey to redefine his identity and challenge the divine forces that shaped his fate. *That Journey of Mine* is a captivating tale of reincarnation, transformation, and the search for meaning in a world beyond humanity. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and draws upon mythical and fantastical elements for storytelling purposes.

Am I going insane? The thought slithers into my mind the moment I wake up, cold and disoriented, in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality. My head is empty, my memories wiped clean, leaving behind only a suffocating void where my identity should be. The walls around me are smeared with something dark—blood, maybe. Symbols, jagged and unfamiliar, carve into the surfaces as if someone tried to leave a message… or a warning. But none of it makes sense. Nothing here makes sense.  I try to grasp at something—anything—but the harder I reach, the faster it slips through my fingers, like smoke dissolving in the air. My pulse pounds as I force myself to move, each step foreign, like I’m controlling a body that doesn’t belong to me. A name. A purpose. Something to tell me who I am. But there’s nothing. Only fragments, pieces that refuse to fit together. Then the games begin. Survival. That’s all it’s supposed to be. Do what you’re told, follow the rules, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out alive. But I learn quickly that this isn’t just about survival. It’s about control. It’s about twisting reality until I don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie. The other players are just as lost, just as desperate, but I can see it— But they aren’t like me. Some of them know more than they’re letting on. Some of them… aren’t afraid. The more I search for answers, the more the world unravels. Reality bends. Faces blur. Voices whisper from places they shouldn’t. Every time I think I’m close to the truth, it twists away from me, leaving me drowning in questions I can’t answer. The line between what’s real and what’s in my head has thinned to nothing, and I don’t know if I can trust my own mind anymore. Who am I? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. Maybe knowing would break me beyond repair. Or maybe… maybe I was never meant to leave this place at all. I used to think I was just confused, just lost in the chaos. But now? I was definitely insane.

In this universe, humans have come a long—long way. Throughout history, they have waged countless conflicts, driven by greed, ideology, and survival. Their society was plagued by strife—racial inequality, gender discrimination, and endless divisions. They fought wars over borders and resources, neglecting the most precious resource of all: Humanity itself." Yet fate had other plans. Despite humanity’s stubbornness, change arrived in the form of the Emergence. The first humans to undergo gene acclimation sensed the presence of mana. Thrilled by its discovery, humanity researched it—though at a slow pace, for old habits, you see, die hard. Even in the face of destiny. Petty conflicts persisted as humanity clung to its old ways—hoarding land, gold, and natural resources—blinding itself to the transformations unfolding in the wild. Soon the wild beasts, initially the first subjects of gene acclimation, began evolving under the influence of Mana. At first, firearms held the line. Nations, for the first time in history, set aside their differences and mobilized against a common enemy. But evolution cares little for human ingenuity. With each generation, the beasts grew tougher, smarter, deadlier. They began attacking in coordinated groups. Eventually bullets failed. Bombs followed. Then came desperation. In the first hundred years after the Emergence, cities collapsed like dominoes. Nations dissolved into quiet graveyards, overrun by feral beasts. Earth's population plummeted from eight billion to four. Yet humanity endured. Centuries later, the survivors fought back. Slowly, they rebuilt—huddling within fortified megacities, clinging to the last vestiges of civilization. Learning from their past mistakes, they invested heavily in gene acclimation, studying mana’s influence on different organisms. For a time, peace held. But peace is fleeting. At first, it was just a legend—a whisper in the dark, a tale meant to keep children in line. A shadow in the wild, its name spoken only in hushed tones. Then the legend became real. Humanity came to know of the Beast King, Kong. A monstrous force of nature, he united the evolving beasts under his rule. With terrifying intelligence, he led his horde in a relentless siege against the megacities. One by one, they fell. In mere decades, humanity’s numbers dwindled once more—from four billion to a desperate two. With humanity teetering on the edge of annihilation, the World Council debated nuclear fire—a suicidal gambit to purge the planet of both monsters and men. Just as extinction loomed ever closer....hope emerged. A warrior rose. Humanity’s last hope against the beasts. Jared Reeds—one of the first to undergo gene acclimation—wielded unfathomable strength, his mastery over the elements defying all reason. Where armies fell, a single warrior stood. Where bombs failed, his fists shattered the hordes. For days, Reeds battled Kong—man against monster, hope against oblivion. He could not kill the Beast King, but he did the impossible: he made it bleed. And with that wound, he bought humanity a second chance. A chance paid for in blood, in sacrifice, in loss. Learning from the failures of their predecessors, what remained of humanity banded together to forge a new world. Though nations and borders faded, governance remained. Humanity organized itself into federations—not bound by land, but by shared governance and cooperation. Citizenship was fluid, movement unrestricted, as the remnants of civilization banded together for survival and progress. Not as citizens of nations, but as people—striving for peace, free from war, discrimination, and disease. For the first time in history, humanity was truly united. Not by conquest. Not by necessity. But by choice. Like any civilization, they had flaws—but their strengths far outweighed their weaknesses. Millennia after the Emergence, with Mana as their guide, humanity advanced in all field

This is the story of an extremely lazy student whose only aspiration in life is to lay on his bed all day and slumber away. Meet Aiden. His life had been rather simple so far. He heads to the academy, sleeps through his classes, returns home, exterminates the aliens that come through the portal every once in a while, showers, eats dinner, and then heads to bed. Rinse and repeat. However, with the arrival of a transfer student who was too nosy for her own good, she accidentally encountered one of his secrets, the one about the aliens, and so began the domino chain of misunderstandings popping up here and there. "He's not lazy. It's just... he's tired from defending our world from evil." "Hey! Call him lazy and I'll beat you to a pulp. Say it again, I dare you." "If he, the most hardworking student at our academy is considered lazy then... all of us are lazy. No, we might as well be corpses." Aiden, hearing all these defensive statements about him began to wonder, "What are they talking about? I'm not sleeping because I'm tired from fighting those aliens. I'm sleeping because class is boring and I want to sleep. I'm... I'm hardworking? Hahaha, I don't even want to get out of bed every morning. "

"Why don't skeletons fight each other?" She turned to look at him, her eye brows furrowed. "How does this have anything to do with the dire situation we are in?" She gripped her scythe, tightly. Fear still gripping her. He kept on talking as if he didn't hear her. "Because they don't have guts." Before bursting into one insane laughter that filled her with warmth. Fear slowly dissolving, she joined to. Few moments after the laughter died. "Your joke... It wasn't funny." His eyes widened, comically holding his chest in hurt. "Ouch!" Before flashing a hot crazy grin. "Well that wasn't the purpose in the first place though it wouldn't hurt if it was funny. Now you are much relaxed, don't you agree?" Funnily enough she was. They both stared down at the ruins. "Our inner monsters make excellent dance partners once you learn to lead." He started again this time his voice much solemn. "But what if it refuses?" She closed her eyes. Thinking about it was stressful. "Tame him with kindness or bribe it with chocolate it works with mine... Then you'll dance in the battlefield like a battle fiend you are meant to be like everyone's watching and the monster inside you is your hypeman. Whatever works." ------------------------------------------------- A suicidal psychotic girl scarred by the loss of her childhood best friend and mother which no one believed existed transmigrated into a very unusual world. On waking up in her new body she discovers that her previous body owner didn't make life any easier for her. Especially when she killed The Royal Sixth Princess of Alvaron. And well killed herself. Amanise is caught in a murder case she didn't actually do. And why everything seems 'normal' in the beginning she soon discovers that real things lurk in the dark. And it wasn't her laundry pile under her bed. ---------------------------------------------------- Hi am XR, A new author with my first book. English isn't my strong suit but I will make the read enjoyable. Though it's new, Don't miss out on the ride is gonna be amazing. THE BOOK COVER IS MINE. Peace.

Jace was just an ordinary college student with no faith in the divine, no belief in afterlives, and no preparation for what came next. One rainy evening, his life ends, and he finds himself cast into a formless void of infinite nothingness—a liminal space where souls without ties are forgotten and dissolved. Before oblivion claims him, a self-proclaimed god named Myrr intervenes. Myrr is neither benevolent nor malevolent but a cosmic rogue, drawn to the novelty of Jace’s unaligned existence. Instead of condemning Jace to the abyss, Myrr offers him an extraordinary deal: reincarnation in a world of magic, danger, and eternal conflict. There’s a catch, of course—this world is locked in a stalemate between two warring factions of divine forces, and Jace’s presence is meant to tip the scales. Awakening in a body stronger, faster, and sharper than his own, Jace discovers that survival in this new realm is anything but guaranteed. Armed with mysterious skills granted by the world’s system and little guidance from his so-called benefactor, he must navigate hostile lands, grow stronger, and decide how—or if—he will disrupt the precarious balance of power. It’s a second chance at life, but the question remains: is Jace truly free, or just another pawn in a divine game?

The Price of Sin In a world where imagination and reality blur, where the boundaries of time and space dissolve, four souls find themselves trapped in endless cycles of torment. From the scorching desert to the frozen wasteland, from the labyrinthine castle to the suffocating forest, each story unfolds as a symphony of agony, a testament to the consequences of sin and desire. A man covered in blood stumbles through a desert, only to find himself in a grotesque Roman festival where indulgence leads to unspeakable horrors. A woman wanders a castle of impossible beauty, her wonder turning to terror as she becomes part of its eternal tapestry. A lost soul in a forest falls prey to a tribe whose rituals strip him of his humanity, piece by piece. And in the endless winter, a man seeks refuge, only to become the centerpiece of a macabre garden of pain. These are not mere stories of suffering—they are warnings. Each character is drawn into a world where hope is a cruel illusion, where the price of sin is paid in eternal torment. As the cycles repeat, the lines between victim and perpetrator blur, and the true nature of their punishment is revealed: they are not just suffering for their sins—they are the architects of their own damnation. The Price of Sin is a chilling exploration of guilt, desire, and the inescapable consequences of our choices. Enter these worlds at your own risk—once you step inside, you may never leave.

In 1991, the USSR, the biggest country in the world dissolved. The country's leader has betrayed their people again and again. But, what if, in 1979, before the Soviet army invaded Afghanistan, the whole country was transferred to an Isekai, that existed with magic, the undead, elves, dwarfs, and others. The undead empire invaded them, opening the Pandora box. The red bear has now awoken, and the world will see his might.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. DISCLAIMER: I am neither the author nor translator of the story. Please support author on official site. Translation credit: Eatapplepies

Beaten to a pulp day by day, exploited, manipulated and forced to live day by day like a slave to the bullies at school. With no hope of revenge, Davis only hoped he could finally shut his eyes forever but even that was not granted to him. Fed up with his life he decides to take a crazy risk "since they don't want to grant me rest then I'll grant them." He finally took revenge at the expense of his life only to be brought back as the abandoned son of the most notorious mafia boss in the entire world. To others being a mafia boss's son may be cool but Davis was the abandoned son of the mafia boss, even bottom tier street gangs had more recognition than him and to top it off he had to take care of his abandoned mother. but fate didn't forget to give him a cheat to get started. After alot of twist and turns, watch as Davis turns from a regular youngster to the ruler of mafia.

At St. Benedict’s Hospital, where the best and brightest hone their craft, a mystery lingers in the operating theatre. A man, whose hands move faster than thought, whose scalpel never hesitates, whose every decision turns the impossible into reality. His name is Dr. Lin Kai, a surgeon of staggering brilliance—feared by rivals, respected by colleagues, and utterly unshaken in the face of life and death. His skills defy expectations, his methods rewrite textbooks, and his success rate is unparalleled. Yet, whispers in the corridors suggest he is not the true anomaly. There is another. A figure seldom seen in the spotlight. One who never stands at the podium, never claims recognition, and never signs her name on a medical license. She does not wear a doctor’s coat, nor does she belong to any official record. And yet—when she speaks, the world obeys. Surgeons, battle-hardened by years of practice, find themselves questioning the very foundation of their craft in her presence. Procedures crumble and reform under her gaze, limitations dissolve with her guidance, and medicine bends—not to luck, nor faith, nor fate—but to something no one can explain. Some call it a miracle. Some call it madness. Some refuse to call it anything at all, for fear of understanding too late.

In a peaceful village, nestled in a valley surrounded by forests, lived a little girl named Claire. She had recently moved into an old house with her mother, after her parents had separated. The house, an ancient dwelling full of history, had a melancholic air, but Claire loved it for its tranquility. Deep down, she hoped that this new life would one day ease the pain of the separation. One winter evening, while playing alone in the living room, Claire noticed a pale, translucent figure standing near the window. It was a little boy, perhaps around her age, dressed in clothes from another era, gazing at her with sad eyes. He seemed lost and solemn. As Claire approached him, she felt an odd sense of calm. The figure slowly faded as she reached out to touch him. The next day, Claire searched for clues about this apparition. Through the old papers in the house, she discovered the story of a boy named Jules, who had lived there long before her. He had died in a tragic accident, taken too soon at the age of eight. His parents, overwhelmed by immense grief, had divorced after the loss of their child, unable to bear their shared sorrow. Jules's appearances became more frequent, and Claire began talking to him. She learned that, even in the afterlife, Jules could not find peace. He was troubled by the separation of his parents and could not bring himself to leave this world without trying to reconcile them. Claire understood that the little boy was seeking help, hoping that someone—an ordinary child like herself—could bring his parents back together and heal their broken hearts. Each night, Claire and Jules talked for long hours. She explained her own situation, the pain she felt from not seeing her father as often, the sadness of seeing her mother so lonely. Jules listened attentively while sharing his story and confiding his wish to reunite his parents. He told her, "If only they could love each other again, everything would be fine, Claire. I don’t want to see them separated in the afterlife." Gradually, Claire took the idea seriously. She began talking to her mother about Jules and his appearances, and soon, she had the courage to write a letter to her father, asking him to come back, even just for a moment, so that the family could be together, if only for an instant. One weekend, the miracle happened. Her father, touched by Claire’s letter, agreed to come and spend time with them. Claire felt as though Jules’s presence guided her every step. As the day went on, a strange but powerful sense of harmony filled the house. The tensions eased, and even though Claire’s parents knew they were not meant to be together, a new peace settled between them. That evening, after dinner, Claire found herself alone for a moment in the living room, watching the remnants of Jules’s shadow. He stood there, smiling faintly, his eyes filled with gratitude and happiness. He had not disappeared, but he seemed calmer, as if he had found peace. He gently faded away, before dissolving into the light of the fireplace.

"Madisyn, I need to know!" Joey's voice trembled with urgency, her eyes searching Madisyn's for answers. "You don't deserve to know!" Madisyn shot back, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Not after you broke up with me!" Her words dissolved into sobs, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. "Please," Joey's voice softened, filled with desperation. "Just tell me… is the kid you're pregnant with mine or is it my brother's?" --- Madisyn had always envisioned a simple, colorful life. She dreamed of nurturing her children with love and being a devoted mother, building the family she had always longed for. After years of falling for the wrong men, she thought she had finally found the perfect one, the man who would complete her picture of happiness. But she had made a grave mistake. In her eagerness for love, she had handed over her heart too quickly, trusting too easily. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly when he abandoned her at the altar, leaving her humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, she soon uncovered the bitter truth: his love had never been real. He had faked every tender word, every promise of forever. But fate has a way of balancing the scales. Madisyn knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, and what could be more satisfying than turning to the one person her ex hated most? His own brother. Dating his brother wasn't just about moving on; it was about reclaiming her power. It was about showing him that she could rise from the ashes he left behind and find love in the most unexpected place—right under his nose.

Years ago, in front of the public eye, a live broadcast worldwide shakes every city and every corner of the world "Brothers from all nations, we have kept our existence hidden for a long time and only reveal ourselves to the public today to announce our dissolution, the organization we kept on this world as deities, is definitively dissolved". Now years later, after wars and terrorism everywhere worldwide, the users of supernatural abilities have on them the eyes of the world, without the organization who kept their existence and powers under control the world has changed, placing those users on the center of attention. ----- Follow Mike Blood's journey, a supernatural ability user (or PhySEC user) of low utility and low potential, son of an unknown father and normal mother, he discovers that the normal life of his family wasn't as normal as he thought when his supposed deceased grandfather reveal a secret through a letter he leaves for Mike in an inheritance. --- Switching platform for this book. Royal Road. See you there if you want to keep reading this book. Same pen name, so no way to miss it.

Lila Dawson believed she was no longer affected by heartbreak following her breakup with billionaire hotel tycoon Max Edwards. After signing the divorce papers, she left and was prepared to begin her new life. However, half a year later, a legal error revealed that their marriage was never legally dissolved. Max pleads with Lila to maintain the facade of a happy marriage for a crucial business agreement, and she reluctantly agrees. Residing once more in the same house, old emotions resurface, as do previous hurts. Max is committed to winning her back, however, Lila is hesitant to believe he won't hurt her heart once more. Could this unexpected meeting be their opportunity for a fresh start, or just setting them up for more heartache?

Universal DOOM: Reborn Of The Genius CEO The World After the Cataclysm The world as humanity knew it was irrevocably changed by the Cataclysm, a phenomenon that merged Earth with the fantastical realms of the MMORPG Legends of the Five Realms. Boundaries between reality and the game dissolved, unleashing mythical landscapes, races, and creatures onto the planet. Humans found themselves struggling to survive amidst the chaos, faced with dangers that had once been confined to digital screens. The New Order The gods of the dark races, known as Hegemons, seized control, establishing their dominion over vast territories. However, they offered humanity a lifeline—a "Carnal" of survival. This boon was granted only to those who played the game before the Cataclysm, allowing them to fuse with their in-game accounts, carrying over their levels, skills, equipment, and even reputations. For non-players, survival depended on luck and innate potential. Some awakened as one of the human race classes from the game, unlocking hidden bloodlines, talents, and the ability to grow stronger through trials. Others, however, remained powerless, relying on wit and alliances to endure. Key Characters The Main Character (MC) Name: Bakr Kael (formerly a hardcore gamer with the handle ShadowProphet) Traits: Calculating and resourceful. Struggles with guilt over his initial excitement for the chaos, knowing many innocent lives were lost. A natural leader but hesitant to trust others fully. Abilities: Cosmic blueprints for constructing powerful artifacts, fortresses, and armies; reality-warping designs; unparalleled kingdom-building capabilities. Supporting Characters 1. Mira Solen Role: An awakened human with the Paladin class. Background: Formerly a paramedic, Mira’s compassion and resolve make her a natural protector. Her faith in humanity contrasts with Bakr’s cynicism. Abilities: Healing light, divine shields, and powerful smites against dark forces. 2. Kael Dorian Role: A fused player with the Engineer class. Background: A tech-savvy gamer who specialized in crafting intricate mechanical constructs in the game. Now, he builds defensive structures and innovative weapons to aid survivors. Personality: Sarcastic but fiercely loyal, Kael serves as the team’s strategist. 3. Liana Nyx Role: An NPC from the game who gained sentience after the Cataclysm. Background: Once a quest-giver in Evria, Liana adapts quickly to her new existence, offering invaluable knowledge about the game’s mechanics and lore. Abilities: Arcane mastery and prophetic visions tied to the game’s storyline. 4. Rogar Thorne Role: A dark player aligned with the Hegemons. Background: A ruthless PvP player who uses the chaos for his gain. Rogar sees Bakr as both a rival and a threat to his ambitions. Abilities: Necromancy, summoning, and life-draining attacks. The Fused and the Awakened The Fused Players who played Legends of the Five Realms before the Cataclysm and fused with their in-game accounts. Advantages: Retain all stats, abilities, and gear. Challenges: Must reconcile their digital personas with their real-world selves. Some succumb to megalomania. The Awakened Ordinary humans who gained classes and abilities randomly upon the Cataclysm.

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?

If you had one wish, what would it be? Theo never expected to face such a question. But when a mysterious entity presents him with this impossible choice, he’s forced to confront the desires he never fully understood. Magic, immortality, and adventure all seem too simple. Instead, Theo chooses something far greater: the Truth. Yet, Truth is never so easily granted. As his body dissolves into black mist, he is transported to a strange, vibrant forest a world unlike anything he’s ever known. Even though part of him anticipated this shift, he struggles to understand the reality he now faces. Stripped from his former life and thrust into a realm of untold mysteries, Theo now adopting the name Daymoon must uncover not only the secrets of this new world, but also the reason the voice chose him and the true cost of his wish. A tale of self-discovery, cosmic intrigue, and the hidden threads that bind worlds together, Truth Seeker explores the power of knowledge and the dangerous consequences of desiring it above all else.

Xavier, a college student and aspiring engineer, has always felt out of place. Plagued by a strange sensitivity to the world around him, he spends his days grappling with a mysterious connection to nature. This bond allows him to sense to storms nudge their movements. Though he never fully understands his gift, he embraces it, seeking solace in the turbulent skies. But when a catastrophic hurricane strikes, Xavier’s abilities spiral out of control. His human body destroyed, and his soul reborn as a living tempest In a magical fantasy world. Now, unbound by flesh and free from pain, Xavier experiences the intoxicating freedom of his new form. Yet this freedom comes at a cost—his humanity begins to fade, his consciousness dissolving into the primordial forces of the world. As he drifts through eternity, fragmented memories and forgotten desires pull him back from the edge of oblivion. Guided by a burning spark of will, Xavier begins to reclaim himself, Xavier must navigate his dual existence as both a force of destruction and a beacon of hope. Wrestling with his own nature after transforming into a storm elemental—a being with control over his fate this is a slow burn king builder

Takashi, an overworked salaryman, dies in the most mundane way possible—falling onto train tracks from exhaustion. But fate, or rather an overly cheerful goddess, has a quirky second chance in store for him. Reincarnated in the magical kingdom of Zephyros, Takashi is armed not with a sword or spells but with the Supreme Cleaning Skill. His weapon? A mop so powerful it can dissolve grime, curses, and even demons. As the kingdom's janitor-turned-unlikely hero, Takashi battles sentient sludge, cleans cursed mansions, and even outshines adventurers with his soap-powered magic. Along the way, he forms a hilarious partnership with Princess Lysandra, purifies ancient artifacts, and scrubs his way to fame. But when the Demon King himself challenges Takashi, it’s not just the fate of the kingdom at stake—it’s the integrity of his spotless reputation. Hilarious, heartwarming, and filled with soapy surprises, Reborn as the Kingdom's Cheat-Level Janitor proves that even the unlikeliest hero can clean up in a magical world!

The war in the kingdom intensified, and the orcs from the North were ready to take action. They traveled through time and became the ninth son of a Count. He was not qualified to inherit the title, but accidentally obtained the daily intelligence system. With the help of the daily intelligence system, he began to build a territory and obtain a title. [Daily information has been updated] [1: Renn was wandering around the Lucerne town market today and accidentally bought a life fruit from Mijie’s pulp shop. After taking it, he officially condensed the life seeds] [2: In the northern part of your territory, there is an extremely rich iron mine among the Golimbo tribe] [3: In ten days, your territory will be attacked by tauren] [4. After seven days, there will be a group of unicorns looking for food in the west of your territory] 【5：…………】 [6: Engel Dressrosa seems to have some troubles, coming from the limitations of his own strength] 【7:……】 This is a translation, All credit goes to the original author: If life is just like a dream

I want you and I will get you at all cost. Your hair is for me to smell, your eyes is to see me alone. Your lips is for me to kiss, your neck is for me to mark my territory. Your breast is for me to suck, twist and fold. Your belly is to carry my children. Your pussy, is for me to fuck. I will fuck you until your brains is out. I will bury my dick deep into your pussy, fucking you until you remember only my name. I will so fuck you until you can't walk again. Ivy Leah Steel, you're mine forever. My pussy is on fire, I want him to fuck me right now but I can't give him the satisfaction of having me bend to his will just like that. I couldn't talk and so he came deadly closer, I unintentionally lick my lower lips and he growl like a wondered lion. Do that one more time Steel, and you won't walk out of here walking straight. My best option is to keep mute since I am so turned on... He took that as an edge and bent over, his breathe on my neck dissolving the last strength I have. I take it that you want me as much as I want you, should I check your little cunt for wetness? Should I go ahead and eat your pussy like my last meal? His hand was dangerously touching my nipples and a moan escaped my lips. That's all it took for him to shred my clothes to pieces. Come with me as we made journey into Ivy's world. To discover another form of love, adventure and a world of survival. Ivy Leah Steel, a 25 year old who battled through life to succeed only to meet a cocky guy that frustrate her until she succumb to the law of love and many discovery. Caspian Lucius Asher, a 29 year old Greek like. He is handsome and a multi billionaire who gets anything he want in a snap of his hands. He doesn't really know what love feels like but hope to find one but in his book not now. Will the two world collide or will they let nature play its own game. is He is a heart breaker or a keeper #Adultromance #love #maturedcontented #sexscenes #Billionaria #Arrogant

In the chilling depths of despair, Wan, a troubled teenager, finds himself trapped in a nightmarish cycle of depression that leads him to a harrowing decision—suicide. However, instead of finding peace, his attempt brings him back from the brink, resurrected but with a sinister twist: hell now resides within his mind. As Wan struggles to adjust to his new reality, he discovers that each time he falls asleep, he is plunged into a terrifying chapter of his own personal hell. These dreams manifest as twisted, nightmarish landscapes filled with grotesque apparitions that embody his deepest fears and regrets. The boundaries of his mind dissolve into a horrifying labyrinth, where he confronts haunting memories, vengeful spirits, and the darkness that once consumed him. Each encounter pulls him deeper into madness, revealing the terrifying consequences of his actions and the monstrous aspects of his psyche. With every sleepless night, Wan grapples with malevolent forces that threaten to unravel him completely. Yet, amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope ignites within him. Along his dark journey, he encounters fellow lost souls who also inhabit this horrific realm, forming a fragile alliance to combat the relentless nightmares. Together, they must confront their pasts, face their fears, and challenge the very essence of the hell they inhabit. "The Hell Within Me" is a gripping horror novel that delves into the terrifying intersections of mental illness and supernatural terror. As Wan battles the demons of his mind, he must uncover the truth behind his resurrection and confront the chilling question: can he escape the hell within, or will he become its eternal prisoner?

In a dark alley, obscured from the prying eyes of people, the muffled grunts of a shadowy figure beaten to a pulp were barely visible. Four hooded figures were standing around the bloody figure on the ground as he looked up in hate. Kraign struggled to his feet, his face mangled beyond recognition. "All of you idiots shall pay. THE WORLD WILL BURN!! "Boss, I think he's gone mad, we should leave", one of the hooded figures said on a low voice. "Was thinking the same thing", the shortest hooded figure replied, retreating with his crew, leaving the boy in the ground, barely breathing. As death drew near, things all went wrong.

In the unforgiving pulse of New York City's underworld, Rio—a private investigator whose intuition is as sharp as a scalpel—finds himself staring into the depths of a case that refuses to stay simple. The request was ordinary enough: locate a missing person. But nothing about New York's shadows is ever what it seems. With William, his charming, flirtatious marksman friend who thrives on chaos, and Ethan, the pragmatic negotiator who keeps the team grounded, Rio peels back layers of lies and deceit that point to a single source: a corrupt billionaire with secrets worth killing for. As the trio digs deeper, Rio's perfectionism sharpens his instincts to a razor edge, but it also isolates him. William's easy charm begins to blur into recklessness, and Ethan’s steady calm is tested by secrets that neither friend saw coming. The deeper they go, the more the lines between hunter and hunted dissolve. When the case twists unexpectedly, trust is no longer a luxury. A single misstep could be fatal, and their unity begins to crack under the weight of buried truths. For Rio, William, and Ethan, the question isn’t just whether they’ll solve the case but whether they’ll survive it—and each other. In a city that never sleeps, every move matters, every shadow hides danger, and every truth comes with a cost. How far are they willing to go to uncover the truth, and how much of themselves are they ready to lose in the process?