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[THE COVER OF THE NOVEL ISN'T MINE IT IS CREATED AREKUSHISU_1 ] Adrian Cross was a man carved by war and hardened by loss. After watching his adoptive family brutally murdered, he tore through the world like a storm—until his revenge was complete… and so was his life. Then, he woke up again. In a new world. In someone else’s body. Now he is Franz Kafka, a mysterious transfer student in a world straight out of a cliché power-fantasy novel—complete with a chosen one, childhood-friend heroines, and divine systems. But Franz isn’t part of the story. He’s not even supposed to exist. What begins as a second chance spirals into something far stranger. Tasked by bickering gods to “protect the main cast” until an impending world-shifting event, Franz must play bodyguard, cleaner, and occasional executioner in the shadows of a story he doesn’t care about. But when a figure from his past appears—someone he thought he lost forever—the line between peace and bloodlust blurs once more. As Franz starts unraveling the world’s secrets, old rage bubbles up… and with it, a darker question

"I just wanted the pain to stop. What's so wrong with that?!" Ren Blackwood, a teenage boy with a failing body, suffered through his torturous existence. The doctors told him to fight. His family whispered false hope. But he knew the truth—there was no miracle waiting for him. So he made a choice. He pulled the plug. But death didn’t bring peace. It brought something far worse. Instead, he awakens in The Wretched Vale, a horrific world where agony has no end. Where lost souls wander endlessly, trapped in never-ending cycles of suffering. Here, pain is eternal—and no one can escape. While those around him became broken by torment, Ren refused to give in. Every death took pieces of him, both physically and mentally, as his humanity slipped further and further from his grasp. To survive, Ren must face the horrors of this afterlife, confronting the darkest parts of himself. Can he find a way to escape this endless cycle of death, or will he be lost to it forever? In a world where suffering is unrelenting, can a soul truly break free—or does it become one with the torment?

Harry Potter was Sorted into Slytherin after a crappy childhood. His brother Jim is believed to be the BWL. Think you know this story? Think again. Year Four starts on 9/1/20. NO romantic pairings prior to Fourth Year. Basically good Dumbledore and Weasleys. Limited bashing (mainly of James). patreon.com/Deepak_fanfic

It's a non-plotted one-shot, smut book, with Dominates Female and Submissive Male characters. The chapters are different from each others. Basically it's a smut book without any storyline. I hope you enjoy enough to support my Patreon one day! --Love, author!

Mila Brown a simple and lovely young lady, who strives to work hard to take care of her little sister and Mother Soon her life is turned upside down, when she landed her dream job at Harris Construction company, where she would be working for the arrogant and controlling Angel Harris would she be able to handle the over bearing and arrogant Mr Harris or would , her hate for him overcome her attraction for him

Alexander Langston died in an accident caused by a negligent laborer. Opening his eyes Alex was immediately bombarded with a fine view of green luscious botany. "What the hell just happened?" [User…. Alexander Langston will be granted Sword Sovereign System—- [Alex Hawthorn]  Age - [16]  rank - [fledgling]  Energy - [Devine] [Mana] [Qi] [Prana]  Tallent - [Sovereign]  [Stat—] "A system :D" As if to taunt the newly born transmigrator, the Aszura blue panel began to glitch and tear apart, as a dominant shade of red fiercely plastered its ominous message. Red was never a good sign.  "Why is it showing that?" [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] ….. [Unaccounted force hindering the symbiotic process] [ [Title] [Great one] is revoking the previous action]  [Sword Sovereign System (Nulled)]  "..." "what the fuck just happened?" In his former life, Alexander Langston was a coward who lived a mundane life of predictability, But now that he transmigrated into a new body... yet, it's shit. How about talent? It was equally as bad. He was now trapped in a novel he had enjoyed, which he had finished only three hours earlier. "Why did I have to transmigrate, and why this world of all places?!" The strong were revered!!! While the weak were ridiculed!!! ============================== (I'm moving so as such I won't be able to post chaps :( ) [Author] No Romance, Harem, or Fan-service here. The main character is also not an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people without reason. Lastly, E.

“You’re going break, pretty boy,” Kade whispered against his ear, his voice, his closeness, his everything making Aslan shiver. “And I’ll be there every second of it, ravishing as you unravel.” *** Aslan Russo was born to rule. When his father is assassinated, he must prove himself—or die trying. Then Kade Lennox appears. An assassin with a plan, a traitor offering revenge. To the world, he’s Aslan’s prisoner. Behind closed doors, he’s something far more dangerous. Hatred turns to obsession. Obsession turns to something lethal. But in a game of kings and assassins, trust is a death sentence. Will Aslan take control… or will Kade be his ultimate ruin? *** Author’s Note: This isn’t your typical mafia romance. Aslan Russo isn’t the ruthless, untouchable king you’re used to—he’s stepping into power, forced to navigate betrayal, obsession, and a dangerous desire that could destroy him. And Kade Lennox? He’s not just an assassin—he’s the temptation Aslan never saw coming. Trigger Warnings: Blood, violence, torture, sexual content. Reader's discretion is advised.

Sasuke, 23 years old, extremely cruel and merciless, kills his adoptive father after his successful coup and he begins a big cleaning within the organization. He obviously did not forget his mother-in-law, pregnant for a month, who is now a widow, hiding in his marital room. He planned to come to a club tonight drunk and fuck Naruko after terrorizing her. He did not know that he could not stop after having sex with her even if he wanted to, without counting Naruko who wants to kill him to avenge the death of her husband and to protect her baby, whom he did not hesitate to threaten to kill if she does not obey him.

"UGH, I HATE RESEARCH STUDIES," I mumbled under my breath as our teacher in Practical Research announced the group assignment. She pointed to a new classmate from STEM A, now in our STEM B section. "You, Mr. Zed, and Ms. Riri will be partners for this study." I rolled my eyes, thinking, Ugh, why me? It felt like a cruel twist of fate, especially since I didn’t even know this guy yet. He wasn't even part of my usual circle, and we’d just met. But then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I'll give him a chance, I thought. He does look pretty smart, after all. Meanwhile, Zed, my new partner, couldn't believe his luck. She’s my partner? he thought, his heart racing. He'd noticed her from the moment she walked into class yesterday, her presence immediately catching his attention. She’s so cute. Her height, her skin, everything about her is perfect. And, she's a genius, too? I’m lucky!

When danger and death were spread, and life became a crime, the prophecy was born and because of it the living abandoned him and handed him over to death. When he felt betrayal and sadness and received death, he inherited after his death the legacy of history. This is the story of Nayathan Merlin Harry Potter twin, the strongest magician in history. ——————— This is a loyal fan writing of Harry Potter I hope to support me

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Years have passed since Voldemort's fall. Hogwarts stands, rebuilt and stronger, a beacon of magic in a world slowly healing. A new generation arrives, among them a seemingly ordinary girl named Elara Blackwood. Elara carries a secret, a whisper of a prophecy foretelling a legacy greater than Harry Potter's. She's sorted into Ravenclaw, where she quickly befriends the studious and skeptical Liam Finch, and the fiercely loyal Maya Rodriguez. Their first year is filled with the wonder of learning, the thrill of Quidditch, and the subtle undercurrent of something… different. Strange occurrences plague the castle – whispers in the corridors, objects moving on their own, and a chilling draft that seems to follow Elara. A forgotten chamber is discovered, its walls covered in cryptic runes. Elara begins to experience vivid dreams, visions of a dark force stirring.

The world ended, and somehow, Kai and Dave are still here—stuck in a school-turned-military-base, surrounded by tired soldiers, bad food, and zombies that move like NPCs with bad pathfinding. Kai, former kendo club ace, should probably be grateful for the "safety" of these walls. But he's not. Because unlike everyone else, he's not content with waiting to die in a glorified prison. He wants out. Dave, the logical and way-too-smart vice president of the research club, thinks that’s the dumbest idea ever. But when has that ever stopped Kai before? In a world where the dead roam, the military controls everything, and hope is a luxury, Kai is about to do something really, really stupid. Because someone has to. And yes, this is a Story without a System Shocking right ;>

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.