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Does Slaughterhouse Five Succeed As An Anti War

My Hard Life as an Incubus

1 Chapter daily 2k words or 2 Chapters 1k words daily~ --- Motivate me with Collects+Powerstones, 100 of either will bring you extra chapters. Expect collage girls, milfs, monsters girls, some fighting, and a whole lot of scenes, if you want visuals, there will be a discord. I might add in a system if you guys ask for it, dating sim system. --- A story about college life, forbidden power, an underground dungeon... and a whole lot of pleasure. Dorian Amore was just a hardworking, book-smart guy trying to prepare for university and settle into the old house he inherited from his father. Socially awkward, painfully single, and a self-declared virgin, he had spent his life focused on studying—not relationships. But everything changes when he discovers a strange bookshelf in the attic—lined with ancient books, each bearing titles that sound more fantasy than reality. The one that catches his attention simply reads: Incubus. The moment he opens it, he’s flooded with red smoke that invades his body, altering him from the inside out. Horns, wings, a tail, perfect vision, a chiseled physique—and an unrelenting, primal hunger for something he’s never experienced before: pleasure. To make things worse—or weirder—a seductive voice awakens in his mind: Yamir Cupid, a former incubus now calling himself his alter ego fused with him, serving as both mentor and sarcastic mental roommate. Yamir lays it out clearly: Dorian has become a fledgling incubus. To survive, he must feed—not on food, but on desire. If he doesn’t, he’ll fall into a starvation state… and Yamir will take control. As Dorian tries to adapt to his new identity while starting university life, he also uncovers something strange beneath the basement of his new home—an underground dungeon, sealed and forgotten. The deeper he explores it, the more it seems like a gateway to another world. One possibly connected to the powers now inside him. Back in the mysterious attic, that mysterious bookshelf holds more than just the Incubus tome. Volumes titled Succubus, Divine-Blooded, Feybound, Dragonkin—each one a potential path to transformation, and maybe, power for those he chooses. Now Dorian faces a decision that could change more than just his future: Should he find a way to be a normal human… or share this twisted new power with others? Especially her—the one person he might actually be falling for. R-18! Harem, don't ask otherwise, we will be having 20 paths available, one for each girl...
FracturedSanity · 4.6K Views

Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

~~WSA 2025 ENTRY!~~ ~~50k words before locking!~~ "I hate my old world. No matter where I turned, misfortune followed me like a curse. In this world, I will be free. I’ll rise to the top and enjoy life with beauties... but to do so, I must destroy everything that stands in my way." Ryan was a simple construction worker, trapped in a boring routine, weighed down by gambling and loss. Until one day, his life ended when a rogue steel pole crashed into him—right in the middle of his important gacha pull. Everything went dark… and then bright again. He found himself face-to-face with a goddess. Seraphina, the Goddess of Life, stood before him with an air of indifference. "Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could explain your life and death, but I can’t be bothered. I’m Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be a hero... whatever." Ryan lashed out. "What kind of shitty goddess are you? I don’t want to be a hero!" "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Seraphina’s fury was palpable. She had never been spoken to like this before. Ryan scanned the endless white room, muttering, "So, I’m dead, huh? This is a new world… First thing, get strong. And maybe get some beauties..." "Listen, we’re not done talking—" the goddess started, but Ryan cut her off. "Shut the f**k up! I’m thinking here!" He was beyond thrilled to escape his miserable old life. This felt like a second chance. "Hero? F**k that! Make me a villain," Ryan growled. "Give me powers like in those anime shows! I want to burn the world down and make them kneel to me!" The goddess paused, clearly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, sending a flash of light toward him. Unseen by her, a shadowy presence entered with the light. "I shall grant you one wish," the goddess muttered bitterly. "Name it, and it will be done." Ryan’s eyes gleamed. "Anything?" His grin widened. "Make me someone who can f**k countless women and have a hundred wives. And you..." He leered at her, "You’ll be my first." Before Seraphina could react, a system window appeared before Ryan’s eyes, glowing crimson. [Welcome Ryan Wood] [You are reading a message from the system of the chosen ones] [You are offered to become the Harem God] [Will you accept your fate?] [Yes/No] Ryan’s excitement surged. "F**K YES! I ACCEPT! GIVE ME THIS POWER!" Follow Ryan on his journey to becoming the true Evil Harem God. He’ll conquer beauties, battle enemies, and reshape the world in his image. In a world where only the strong survive, Ryan will stop at nothing to become the ultimate villain—the man who controls all the women and rules over all. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● The MC? He’s evil, ruthless, and sure as hell not a coward. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Bonus tags(Netori; OP; MILF; Monster Girls; Large Harem) No NTR. No incest. No pegging. No femboys. No direct rape(Only brainwashing that leaves the woman feeling good). No YURI. Discord server: https://discord.gg/wNf3hqnU4z Magic Castle: 10 bonus chapters in 5 days after receiving the gift. Spacecraft: 20 bonus chapters in 10 days after receiving the gift. Golden Gachapon: 30 bonus chapters in 15 days after receiving the gift. Power Ranking Top 5: 2 bonus chapters at the end of the week.
Mr_evilDao · 444.7K Views

My five ghostly husbands

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+
dYdairy_002 · 903K Views

the five howls of fate

Five siblings. One prophecy. And a witch with a vendetta that could shatter the very soul of their world. Born together under a blood moon, the quintuplets of Crescent Hollow were never destined for quiet lives. From the moment they took their first breath, the pack whispered of fate—of greatness, of ruin, of power too wild to be tamed. But none could have foreseen just how deeply the stars had etched these five names into the fabric of war, love, and legacy. They are the children of Alpha Griffin and Luna Lila—each one a howl in the night, a piece of a puzzle the gods themselves can’t seem to solve. Opal is the only girl among them, but don’t make the mistake of thinking that makes her the softest. She’s steel wrapped in silk, a storm behind violet eyes. Born a leader, but unwilling to embrace a crown simply because it’s expected of her, Opal is sharp-tongued and slow to trust. Her instincts are fierce and unyielding. While the others trained for war, she studied people—how they move, how they lie, how they break. She doesn’t need brute strength to bring someone to their knees. Her voice is enough. But underneath the strength is a soul that’s tired of carrying the weight of being “the one who must choose.” Because when the witch comes—and she will come—it’s Opal who must make the final decision: love or survival, sacrifice or damnation. The wrong move won’t just cost her life. It could cost them all. Ash has spent his life wearing the heavy armor of responsibility. He’s the one who wakes first, who stands tallest, who speaks last. Loyalty is carved into his bones, but so is guilt—because no matter how many battles he wins or enemies he slays, he can’t protect everyone. Not always. Especially not from the things that crawl out of the dark and into their minds. Ash doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in preparation. In discipline. In never letting your guard down. But when the world starts cracking around them, even he has to admit: something ancient is rising. And it doesn’t care how hard he trained. It just wants his sister’s blood. Ridge is the quiet blade. The shadow behind the strike. He’s never been loud like Forrest or fiery like Ash, but don’t mistake silence for softness. Ridge watches, absorbs, and then—when it counts—strikes with devastating precision. Wolves underestimate him. They call him the “muscle,” the one who lifts more than he speaks. But Ridge has a mind for strategy that rivals generals, and a heart that beats only for his pack. What he hides, even from his siblings, is the growing rage inside him—the ache for justice. Brooks is the brain. The tactician. The one who always has a backup plan… and a backup for that one, too. Books were his first weapons, logic his armor. He’s the type who calculates the angle of a blade mid-air and still finds time to debate ancient pack law over breakfast. But beneath the intellect lies a deep, pulsing fear: that no matter how many scenarios he prepares for, he’ll never be able to outthink fate. Brooks understands magic better than he wants to. He sees patterns others miss. Symbols. Cycles. Rituals that once felt like stories now feel like ticking time bombs. The witch isn’t just a threat. She’s a puzzle. And solving her might be the only way to save the people he loves—if he doesn’t lose his mind in the process. And then there’s Forrest. The loudest. The chaos wrapped in charm and grins and duct-tape booby traps that probably won’t kill anyone. Forrest was never meant to be predictable. He’s the brother who jumps first and asks why midair. His mind moves faster than his body, and thatsaying something—because he moves like wildfire. He hides fear behind jokes, pain behind pranks, and when the darkness comes, Forrest is the one who tries to make the others laugh even as they bleed. But the thing about chaos? It sees everything
Veronica_Hazel · 61.3K Views

A Perfect Bet Does Not Exist! [BL]

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.
mangobee_7 · 1.5K Views

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION

Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. Born of a Respectable Made Man, a child who frightened a few but was cherished by all. Her world was destroyed the day her father was assassinated and her family left for dead. Eighteen and jaded now, Kyoline makes friends with bartending shifts, gun-running, and caring for the siblings nobody else will. Love is not on the agenda—survival is. But there's Tenz Jersey, her mafia beau, all tattoos and broken vows, who kisses like sin and lies like the bible. He gives her protection, passion, and anarchy in equal measure. She tells herself he's enough, that he's the only one capable of making the threat feel like home. Until Isaac. Cold. Deadly. Unapologetically deadly. He grabs her and stuffs her into a black SUV, and claims to be a cop, and whisks her off into a game of questioning, control, and cannoli. Only Isaac's not NYPD—he's the mafia's best hitman. And he's staring at her way too hard. He notices what others do not—her quick wit, her raw edges, the fire she keeps hidden under her golden dresses and guarded smiles. He is not trying to save her. He wishes to see how far she will go to save herself. Now Kyoline is caught between two men who both report to the same violent underworld—and both want her for different reasons. One wants to cage her up. The other wants to burn her alive. But the mafia doesn't believe in love. The mafia believes in loyalty. And Kyoline's loyalty might cost her everything—her heart, her freedom, and maybe even her life. In a world where love is poison and trust is a weapon, one girl must decide if she's a pawn in their game… or the queen who burns their kingdom to ashes.
Daniel_Frank_2299 · 12.5K Views

Five world

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send
Dontdrop · 6.7K Views
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