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Sebastian Loves Ciel

Isekai’d as a Useless Support Character (But My Slime Loves Me)

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.
Amonger · 783 Views

The Villain Loves The Main Lead[BL]

"Song Xiao Bo, die!" Wang Mu Chen pointed his gun and in a second he pulled the trigger. Xiao Bo was dead, finally. But when he opened his eyes a goddess was standing in front of him. She said that their intern angel did a mistake and he was reborn without memories of his past life which led to his death in this life. Song Xiao Bo remembered his past life when he was a cancer patient who lived in the hospital all his life. The only way to escape reality was to read novels and he remembered that the last novel he read was "Childhood Sweethearts". But wait, he was reborn into a novel he read in his past life before death and followed the path of the Villain and died tragically? He was the Villain of the novel he cursed his heart out on death bed. As compensation, the goddess sent him back 10 years before the main plot of the novel started and asked him to change his ending. He just wanted to live a peaceful life away from the main leads but why was Wang Mu Chen trying to flirt with him? Was Wang Mu Chen's head injured?? Now finally when Song Xiao Bo suppressed his feelings and wanted to live away from him, Mu Chen was trying to seduce him?????? Xiao Bo: "Where did the MC (Feng Xin Yi) go??? Why is the MC with Mu Chen's brother, Wang Bai Hu and not with ML(Wang Mu Chen)??? And why is the ML chasing me???" •---------• Author: Hottest Villainess. Published on: 23rd August 2024. Genre: ✎ᝰ┆BL, Yaoi, Transmigration, Regression, Fantasy, Fictional, Angst, Romantic Comedy.
Hottest_Villainess · 93.5K Views

The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more

"You better stop the fucking prank, woman, and just pick up your phone and call your alpha! Otherwise, I will press the damn button and blow you up," A man with a very ugly-looking scar on his face said menacingly, holding a time bomb remote control in his hand and shaking it back and forth before a woman. In the last moment of her death, Rose looked into her heart and cried bitterly. "If I had a second chance, Rolan, I would never have agreed to marry you. I would never have had hopes in you." _____ On the day of her sister's wedding, Rose found herself thrust into an unexpected role as the bride when her sister failed to show up. Marrying a man who had loved her sister for three years, Rose held onto the fragile hope that he might one day care for her. But her dreams of love quickly crumbled—he ignored her, treated her coldly, and never gave her the attention she longed for. Even at her lowest, when Rose’s life hung by a thread, he was nowhere to be found, choosing instead to enjoy his time with her sister. Rose’s heart shattered as she took her final breath, consumed by betrayal and despair. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her younger self—not before the wedding, but on the very same day she was meant to die. This time, Rose vowed to rewrite her story. She would stop loving him, leave him behind, and refuse to let herself be caught in their web of betrayal again. But the peaceful life Rose planned never came to be. Against all odds, she discovered she was pregnant—carrying his child. Now bound together by this unbreakable link, Rose must face the man she once loved, all while trying to guard her heart. Why is he chasing her now? Why wasn’t he with her sister when she ran away and left him? Why does he seem desperate to win her back when all she wants is to stay far away? discord server,: https://discord.gg/t66GGxhc
Ivy_Trivett · 808.2K Views

Theirteen Loves, One Fortune

Theirteen Loves, One Fortune By Sana As Tristian sat across from Sana Mitsubishi in the quaint café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft hum of conversation enveloped them. Sana's laughter, like music to his ears, echoed through the air, drawing him closer with each melodious note. "You know, you're a dangerous man, Tristian," Sana teased, playfully nudging him as her eyes danced with mischief. Tristian chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her radiant smile. "Dangerous? How so?" He quipped, leaning in to meet her gaze. Sana, her demeanor laced with playful skepticism, leaned back in her chair, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Thirteen women, Tristian. Thirteen hearts you've captured with your charm," She remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Tristian met her gaze, his expression softening with sincerity. "Ah, but none as captivating as yours, Sana," He confessed, his voice laced with genuine admiration. Sana rolled her eyes, though a fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Smooth talker," She countered, though her tone betrayed a hint of affection. As their conversation ebbed and flowed, a question lingered in the air, unspoken yet palpable. "And what about promises, Tristian? Are you capable of making those?" Sana finally asked, her gaze searching for his sincerity. Tristian's expression turned solemn, his gaze never wavering from hers. "I've learned that promises are fragile things, easily broken," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I can promise you this, Sana -- I'll always be honest with you, and I'll always cherish what we have, for as long as you'll have me." Sana's eyes softened, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "I suppose that'll have to be enough for now," she conceded, her voice filled with warmth. Tristian reached across the table, taking her hand in his, his touch gentle yet firm. "For now and for always, Sana," he vowed, his words carrying the weight of his newfound resolve. --- Info: This story is inspired from real experiences. Only the concept is derived out of it. Please not compare with real facts. Everything done here is just fantasy. Enjoy it, Guys.
Thedreamer7 · 16.7K Views
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