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Summary: [Beast World + Childbearing System + Space + Exclusive Love] Si Lu accidentally transmigrates into the beast world, and as a result, she binds to a childbearing system, beginning her journey in the beast world! [Host, in order to increase the reproduction of the beastmen, it all depends on you!] [To save the beastmen and to save the world, this mission is yours alone!] Under the system’s repeated persuasion, Si Lu becomes fired up! Have children, children, children! With such handsome and high-quality beast husbands, she simply cannot let them go! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . If you're enjoying the story, please consider showing your support! Your encouragement helps me keep writing and brings more chapters your way. Thank you for being part of this journey! patreon.com/lov_lil_kitten

BLURB: After finding out his mate is a rogue, Alpha Asher Black shatters her heart by rejecting her. To strike back, Nadia Simpson did something extremely crazy, an abomination in the pack –She goes after her mate's elder brother. Not just any brother but the rightful alpha of the pack who got banished for an unknown reason years back. It was supposed to be a sweet harmless revenge to make her mate jealous but things get out of control when the reason for Max Black banishment is revealed to be bigger than anyone can swallow. Would she survive the hole she willingly dug for herself or would the hole be too big to crawl out of?

A big strong woman with a wild heart and a smaller less strong man with a delicate heart could never fall in love. But what if they did? Well that is the case for omega Kim Eun Seong who has a boyfriend, but can’t help notice a certain girl walking around his campus. Bamsaek Ah-Reum, a blasian girl who has been having trouble fitting in all while going through girlfriend after girlfriend is having no luck with a solid partner… What will happen next? Tags: amaw, ambw, abo, femalealpha, maleomega, enemies-to-lovers

In Qiu Che’s previous life, she disguised herself as a man to take the imperial examination for her brother. For the so-called great plan of her father and brother, she married the most favored princess of the dynasty, Li Qingwu, at all costs. But after ten years of marriage, she never touched her finger. On the day she became the powerful prime minister, she died at the hands of her biological father. Her brother stepped on her corpse and became famous. And she died quietly in the prime minister’s mansion in the cold spring night. It was her wife who she had never seen once, who collected her corpse for her, set fire to the prime minister’s mansion, and finally committed suicide with a sword in front of her grave. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the eighteenth year of Zhenfeng. It was the year when she had just passed the imperial examination and was in high spirits. She rode a horse through the streets, and suddenly raised her eyes and saw a man standing by the pavilion with a crowd on his left and right, looking at her quietly from top to bottom. Vermilion mole, red lips, beautiful beyond compare. In her eyes are endless sparks. It was not until this life that Qiu Che finally knew that the bad fate in her previous life, which she thought was obtained by despicable calculation, was actually the fate that Li Qingwu had sought after three bows and nine kowtows in the Golden Palace. She is Li Qingwu, a model of a lady from a noble family, and she is a rebellious person only once in her life. It is also the one that the other party has been seeking for countless days and nights. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon

How would the human body react if mana were to exist? Would it accept it with open arms, allowing humans to evolve beyond themselves and perform superhuman feats, or would it be treated like a virus, causing the eventual desolation of man? Join Viktor as he strives to survive, evolve, and discover many shocking truths in his ever-changing apocalyptic world.

Ryo Takahashi, a broke high schooler with a silver tongue, thought he had pulled off the perfect scam—conning a Yakuza boss out of a small fortune. Unfortunately, his gambling addiction and a rigged crane game drained his winnings in less than a week. Instead of getting “dealt with,” the boss gave him a new job: hide a runaway ninja princess in his house… or else.

“Where The Gods Sleeps” is a collection of short stories taking place in different time periods influenced by Gods, Kings, Muti, Muti Users,Legendary Figures/Heroes, And the events they shape throughout history.

I thought nothing of my past until me and my mother abruptly began moving into a completely different state. I can't believe it all was a lie. Sometimes you have to take someone else's job and do it for them.

The story follows Shinji, an 18-year-old young adult who finds himself facing his own destiny. Determined to commit an irreparable act, he is suddenly confronted with a cruel reality. A bullet hits him, and everything changes. As he struggles to stay alive, he sees a blinding light in the sky that engenders indescribable hatred within him. What did this light represent? Is this really the end for Shinji?

WARNING: This book is straightly for 18+ Also whoever choosed to read this, this book contains lot of slut & sex and BDSM. Also this book is also for fun purpose & stands fictional, and totally respects the fact that touching someone requires consent. It also doesn't disrespect any community or individual. Summary: Hey! I'm Erica Madden, as soon as I turned 18teen I ran from home to a country with no familiarity or relation but that's where I met my boss Mr Ezel Evans who payed me alot to be his personal sectary, who would have stayed with him 24/7. Things took a wild turn when started praising my big ass and big boobs and even asking him to cuddle him on top of that his younger brother had eyes on me with definitely some dirty intentions. The craziest part was Mr Ezel rival wanted to wife me up and make me pregnant to teach Ezel a big lesson. Do you think a 18 teen girl who left her country all alone will be able to survive in the world of man's greed and lust? Comment down your opinions.

*"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s a mercy."* Some stories are meant to inspire. Others exist to remind you that life is one long, merciless joke. This was one of those. A world where heroes and villains are just two sides of the same bloodstained coin. Where fate doesn’t grant second chances—only crueler ways to suffer. Where the so-called protagonist isn’t some destined savior but a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. And me? Well, let’s just say I wasn’t supposed to be here. No cheats, no divine blessing—just a front-row seat to a reality where even the strongest are just well-dressed pawns on a board stacked against them. -------------------------- *"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s just a fucking courtesy."* Hey, normies, don’t get your hopes up—this ain’t some top-tier literary masterpiece. Just your everyday, pent-up engineer reject vomiting his frustrations onto a page. Love it, hate it, meme it to hell—I don’t care. Commitment issues? Oh, absolutely. No promises this won’t rot unfinished in some forgotten corner of the internet. Anyway, welcome to a world where heroes are just villains with better PR, the MC is a glorified landmine, and even death clocks in as the better option. No chosen ones, no overpowered cheats—just one long, cosmic joke with zero punchline. Enjoy the ride. Or don’t. Not my problem.

Have you ever been forced to work with someone who makes your skin crawl? That one person who chews too loudly, breathes too close, or just exists in a way that irritates your soul? Congratulations—you’re about to learn the fine art of not losing your mind while dealing with them. Sleeping with the Enemy: The Awkward Art of Working with People You Can’t Stand is a hilarious, painfully relatable guide to turning conflict into collaboration (without throwing a chair). Through real-life stories, unexpected humor, and moments of pure chaos, this book walks you through the rollercoaster of engaging with your so-called "enemy"—whether it's a coworker, classmate, or that one neighbor who always parks in your spot. From awkward first interactions to shocking moments of teamwork, you’ll discover how even the most unbearable partnerships can lead to surprising (and sometimes hilarious) results. Because, like it or not, life doesn’t always let you choose your allies—but it does give you the chance to turn enemies into the best teammates you never saw coming. Perfect for anyone who has ever sighed deeply before a meeting, debated sending that passive-aggressive email, or wondered if faking an illness was an acceptable escape plan.

“Attention, Lost Souls.” In that moment his entire life was turned around.

They took all from our hero "For he who loved the world risked it all" Hugo Bastil is a brilliant Scientist who met a tragic end in his world, and was given a second chance to redeem that which he lacked but in another world. Will he make the same mistakes as he did in his past or will he Evolve beyond his trials, join him as he scales the world!.

Lu Tianyu transmigrated to the Land of Divine Warriors. He sneaked to the Sleeping Palace of the emperor’s mother. But he didn’t expect that he would be caught red-handed! Yet because he was seriously too attractive, he turned into…...the person serving beside the pillow of this voluptuous beauty who had been widowed for years. At the same time, menacing threats lurked all around the empire. The Demon Taming Kingdom was glaring at the empire intently, the Dragon Tiger Clan peering from the shadows…… “Checked in successfully, received Grade Nine Upper-level Martial Art: Tathagata Divine Palm!” “Checked in successfully, received Supreme Worldly Treasure: God Killing Spear!” “Checked in successfully, received unparalleled divine ability: Sky-Earth Synchronization!” Facing the enemy army swarming him, Lu Tianyu yelled, “Fear not Empress Dowager! These are just ragtag rebels, I can wipe them out with a single slash of my sword!” A sword smote from the skies! All worlds lost their colors in comparison! The Dragon Tiger Clan exclaimed, “There’s a true master in the empire!” The king of the Demon Taming Kingdom shivered in fear, “Master, please accept my kowtow.”

The Ashwood Hotel is no ordinary abandoned place. It is a living tomb. In 1930, a mysterious fire claimed the lives of 23 people within its opulent halls—including a girl whose body was never found. Since then, the walls have whispered with silenced screams, ash rains from the ceiling, and anyone who enters the hotel becomes part of its eerie legend. When four young urban explorers venture into the decaying building, they have no idea that they are not only facing ghosts but the hotel itself. Sven, the anxious one with a knack for seeing the invisible. Natalia, the diva who feels her facade of sarcasm and lipstick beginning to crack. Jacob, the tough guy whose cool demeanor dissolves into smoke. And Lucas, the idealist who realizes too late that some spirits don’t want to be photographed. But the Ashwood is hungry. Its corridors shift, its victims return as shadows, and the stench of smoke becomes a choking reality. When the group realizes they haven’t ended up here by chance—that the hotel has called them—a race against an unrelenting past begins. But how do you fight walls that breathe? And what happens when the spirit hunting you... is your own reflection?

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Gayara accidentally saves a pregnant woman from being assassinated and died on her way to the university. Afterwards, she got reincarnated as the daughter of the woman she saved but in a parallel dimension called the ABO world. She was supposed to be restarting her life but, her identity proves otherwise. After being subjected to an experiment by the Chief Scientist of Styx Organization, she realizes that this world isn't that simple either. As such, she participated in all kinds of military training, absorbing all the necessary knowledge to parry against all evil at a young age. Upon graduating, she unexpectedly saved her fiancee from an assassination attempt, who was appointed by her mother whom she didn't think of until then. Alas, even her fiancee isn't that simple either. The seemingly weak omega who faints or trembles at the sight of blood, is secretly a member of the Military Intelligence Corps. She feeds them information about incoming attacks, dangers, disasters or any kind of conflict she saw from her vision. As a result, her life is always at the top of the knife. Knowing this, Gayara is determined to support and protect her from the dangers created by the citizens of Cosmos continent, a society of mad scientists whose creations disrupt the order of the world, creating chaos at every step of the journey.

a black figured somebody arrives each night at 11pm and watches Jonathan sleep while smiling. watch as the nightmare unfolds

Since I was a child, I always admired characters who moves within the shadows. They aren't the protagonist, nor the antagonist of the story. They can be considered a really important character who will barely appear on the whole series, but their presence itself are so mysterious and relevant to the overarching and jumbled arc of the characters.

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In a world pulsing with magic, monsters, and the unknown, Evander awakens to an unfamiliar reality. The fierce spirit of a battle-hardened warrior from another realm now inhabits the body of a young, handsome-looking man with luminous blue eyes and a head of light-colored hair. Despite his formidable past, it's Evander's soothing voice that people find entrancing. The surprises, however, are only beginning. Here, men are a rare find, treated as invaluable treasures in a realm dominated by powerful women. While women command the magic, influence, and governance, men, for all their rarity, face a life of adulation and constraint. Haunted by memories of sprawling battlefields and relentless combat, Evander's merciful heart seems ill-suited for this new world. Lying in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by remnants of a meal and the hallmarks of an advanced society, he begins to grasp the complexities of this matriarchal domain. But as days blur into nights, he's not alone in this bewildering environment. A group of stunning and formidable women rally around him, aiding him as he navigates this world where he is both venerated and restrained. Together, they embark on a journey of discovery, danger, and romance. Evander must reconcile his warrior instincts with his newfound reality. Along the way, he learns that even in a world turned upside-down, strength and love can emerge from the most unexpected corners. Delve into a tale where power dynamics shift, identities evolve, and Evander must grapple with a world where he's both an anomaly and a prize. Readers are thrust into a brilliantly woven tapestry of adventure and allure, offering a rich blend of magical escapades and complex interpersonal dynamics. The narrative masterfully crafts an action-packed harem fantasy tailored for those who relish tales where one man finds himself at the center of attention, intrigue, and desire. Within its pages, magic is not just an elemental force but a pulsating, living entity, serving as both boon and bane for the characters. The storyline deftly navigates the treacherous waters of power dynamics, male fantasies, and the eternal dance of seduction and strategy. It's an exhilarating read, providing both the thrill of battle and the intoxication romances, ensuring that readers remain captivated from the first page to the last.

this is based on a man who have secret life of romance and deep intense feelings for a beautiful girl ,He met a stranger girl and fallen in love with her so it's kinda a romantic and 18+ content ,you can read this novel if you're adult.

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling