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Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine

[Ding! You've gained 1 million views! The city’s most beloved heroine has fallen for your mysterious charms!] [Miss Mercury is obsessed with your streams. She’s on her way to meet you!] [Heroic factions are closing in on your location, but the Mindbender Heroine is aiding your escape!] [Ding! 10,000 views! You've gained 5,000 Credits and unlocked Stealth Mode (Tier 1)] [Ding! 1 million views! Rope Girl has noticed your mysterious charm and can't get you out of her mind!] [Ding! You’ve saved the city’s lower districts while taking down three corporate-backed heroes. Lady Fortress is secretly watching your stream, intrigued.] In Metro City, where huge corporations and flashy superheroes rule the skyline, everyday people are just bystanders in the ongoing battles between heroes and villains. At the center of this chaotic city is Scott McQueen, an average guy with one big dream: becoming a cool, shadowy antihero. Scott fantasizes about scaring off criminals while serving justice from the shadows. But there’s a catch—this world is full of flashy, attention-grabbing superheroes who hog all the spotlight. One night, everything changes for Scott. He stumbles upon the Harem Streamer System, a strange, almost-living program that offers him a shot at fame. With this system, Scott can live-stream his nightly antihero activities, gaining views and donations from fans all over the world. The catch? The more viewers he gets, the more heroines fall for him. Plus, with the growing fanbase, he earns rewards like money and powerful gear, boosting his chances of becoming the hero he’s always wanted to be! “Bahaha! The whole world is going to bow to me very soon!” He's not only wanted by the Hero Agency. He's not only wanted by mega-corporations. He's not only wanted by enemies he's destroyed. He's also wanted by superheroines!
SleazyPen · 79.2K Views

The Alpha's Twins Have Different Fathers (A Messy Saga)

"Sir, only one of the twins is yours. It's the alpha boy, the younger of the two, please." The doctor said. "What?! How?" Everyone exclaimed. Including those watching it live on their TV screens and online. "What do you mean by that? Are you implying that someone else's child was given to us? But I gave birth to two, so where's my other baby then?" Sienna asked. "No, the twins are both your children, ma'am." The doctor answered. Shocking Everyone in the room and those streaming and watching live, all the more. But Sienna was the most shocked of them all. ** SYNOPSIS: 33-year-old beta, Sienna Quinn, found out that she was pregnant for her ex-lover of eight years just a few weeks to his engagement to another woman. Despite the ups and downs, Sienna successfully delivered two healthy twin babies, an alpha male, just like Noah, and a beta girl, just like herself. But now the DNA test, which is being broadcast live on the national television network, says that only the boy is for the only man that she's ever been with, and yet she is the mother of both kids. Just how in the hell did this happen, and what is she to tell her family and the rest of the world watching the broadcast live? And from where should she even start searching for the unknown father of her other baby? What happens then, when this particular child becomes the only thing standing in Noah's way of becoming the Alpha's heir? ********************** Note: This author would not give warnings for any scene in the book. So please make sure that you're in the right frame of mind before you start reading.  Thank you and sorry in advance.
Abbiex · 17K Views

I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

burn me alive if you didn't like story after reading Don’t Judge My Book by Its Cover or Synopsis Warning: Not for the faint-hearted or those with tender souls. This story is my outlet, my way of pouring out the weight of my depression and heartache. --- This is a story about a boy, someone who was given a second chance at life after dying at the fragile age of 13 in his last world. This boy didn’t dream of wealth, power, or glory. All he wanted was something much simpler and yet infinitely more complicated a happy, fulfilling life. He yearned to love someone truly, completely, more than he loved himself. And he tried. Oh, he tried. He gave everything, even his soul, to make that dream a reality. At five years old, the boy awakened a system some love-giving mechanism that claimed he was living in a novel or plot. It didn’t reveal much, only teasing him with the promise that all would be explained when he turned 18. But he didn’t care about that. He didn’t believe in destiny or fate. “What does it matter if I’m part of some story?” he thought. “I’m not playing by anyone’s rules. I’ll create my own happy life, one where I love and am loved.” How wrong he was. The boy devoted himself to those he cared for, never once living for the system or the rewards it promised. He loved because that’s who he was a person who gave from his heart, not because he expected anything in return. He didn’t need to win prizes for his kindness, didn’t need recognition. What he longed for, the one thing he lacked, was to be loved back. But no matter how much he gave, it was never enough. He sacrificed everything his time, his affection, his happiness and yet, in the end, all he got in return was rejection, indifference, and disappointment. Still, even then, he couldn’t stop loving. His heart, which had been so brutally trampled on, still beat for the one person he cherished the most Avey, the woman he had loved with every fiber of his being. And when the time came, and Avey needed a heart transplant to survive, the boy made his final, most devastating choice. He gave her his heart. Literally. With nothing left to give, he sacrificed his life in the hope that, maybe, in his absence, Avey would find the peace that his love couldn’t give her. As he lay there, his breath fading, he whispered his last words: “I hope my absence brings you the peace my love couldn’t.” Even in his final moments, he might have asked the heavens, “Why didn’t you make our love story complete?” And perhaps, if God were listening, he might have answered, “I could have, but she never asked for you in the first place.” And with that, the boy passed. But his death wasn’t met with quiet mourning or gentle tears. Lucian’s friends those who knew the true weight of his sacrifice, who understood the depth of his love stood by his lifeless body. They cried. They screamed. They raged against the cruelty of it all. One of his closest friends, barely holding back his own devastation, kneeled by Lucian’s side. His hands clenched the cold earth beneath him so tightly that his nails drew blood, and through a stream of tears, he raised his head, staring at his friend’s lifeless face. “You always said you wanted a wedding in Gangsta style, right?” His voice cracked as he forced the words out. His heart was breaking, but even through his grief, a twisted smile tugged at his lips. “Well, you’ll have it, Lucian. But it won’t be for your wedding. It’ll be for your funeral.” And as he stood, tears still streaming down his face, he made a promise to the friend he loved like a brother. “All the world will hear gunshots like firecrackers. The sky will burn with the sound of our grief. And up there, Lucian, you’ll watch what a true Gangsta style is.” And in that moment, as the world prepared to mourn Lucian in the only way they knew how loudly, violently, with a fury that matched the depths of their sorrow lucian opened his eyes finding that he had came back in time...when he was 18
LazyDiablo · 434.4K Views

Embers Of The Night

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?
Aishat_isd · 10K Views

Otome Game: I, The Heroine Will Be Your Savior! (GL)

A streamer who had thousands of fans in Japan, who loved otome games, reviews them posting online and making a living out of streaming. One day one of her fans sent her a very horrible rated otome game but since she was curious and it was her passion to rate every otome game that ever existed, she downloaded it and played it for the whole day. "What the heck?! All the love interests are horrible on this game?!" The production company who made the game, [Love Lily Blossom Otome Game]. Such a long name by the way, made all the love interest have some sort of distorted personality and even if the heroine does end up with one of them, she'll be either locked in the love interest's mansion, exiled, or will be the love interest's slave?! Only the villainess was the only sensible one but even she got the worst ending too for being engaged with the crown prince- and dying at every route she's on. "The author of this game is... psychotic. Why invest a Millions of Yen in a game like this? I wish I could save the Villainess myself." One day, she suddenly dies and realizes she's not in her own body anymore. She was being pinned down by the Villainess in the wall proceeding to threaten her. "If you don't leave the crown prince alone. I'll have no choice but to use other ways to shut you up." she says coldly, glaring at the cowering girl. Well that was the Villainess thought but the former streamer was just so confused and excited she couldn't help but shout- "I-I'm the Heroine of Love Lily Bloom?!" The Villainess looked at her weirdly once the Heroine was eyed leveled with her gaze. Those pupils dilated and seemed to have formed heart shapes irises. "You-! I'm going to save you!" I, The Heroine Will Be Your Savior! November 2021: First Idea Made. April 28, 2022: Revised. Cover Artist 2022: Sage Auger Cover Artist 2023: Myka
Zerin_Lee · 579.6K Views

Falling for Miss Director

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?
Favour_9_Olajide · 14.2K Views

MILF GOD'S ODYSSEY

*WARNING!!!* EXTREME LEVELS OF CULTURE!! *Lemons? - In excess!!!* *V's? - Of course yes!!* *Plot? - Divine!! ******** According to Elven tradition, every firstborn prince, upon his 18th birthday, would become husband to seven elven goddesses in exchange for blessing the land of Sylvandar with abundance. And so the cycle continued, each generation bound by an ancient promise, a marriage of duty rather than desire. That is, until the sixteenth king of Sylvandar threatened to break the cycle. Refusing to wed his only son to 'some depraved goddesses of old,' he locked the prince away in a tower right from birth. It was gilded and golden and extravagant, but it was always a cage. ___ Locked away, Ashen's fantasies of a goddess started one night, and he had an instant obsession for the goddess in his dreams. She was built like a temptress would be. She was lithe, like a reed by a calm stream. He didn't know why, but he instantly trusted this goddess. As soon as he saw her, some magic took hold of him. "Are you here to claim me?" "Your father has given you to us." "How did he give me to you? What does that mean?" "You should not fear me," She said softly, instead of answering. She held up her hand when Ashen opened his mouth, shaking her head and cutting him off. "No harm will ever come to you." The king had arrived home that night, and he was yelling, screaming. "Where is he? Where is my son!" The doorknob rattled, and the goddess could smell his fear on the other side. It was something to make her grin with pleasure. She waited for the king to kick through the door and burst the lock free, let him see her holding Ashen, let him take in the view of his son lost to tradition. "The elven tradition has been fulfilled, King Galahad," she said lightly. The shout of horrified despair was music to her ears when she willed Ashen and herself home together. ___ But as it turned out, Ashen had spent all his life in a tower and lacked the makings of a husband. To be deserving of seven beautiful elven goddesses, he had to be stripped of all innocence. And so he was kicked down the infinite corridor of carnal delight. Within this corridor, every step is a leap across universes, every breath, a taste of air from a thousand different worlds. To those who dare to tread its paths, it offers glimpses of erotic lives unlived and kinky fates unwritten. But also, those already lived and fates set in stone. It is a tapestry of many existence that span the breadth of all the 'kink' that is, was, and will be. And so, Ashen journeys down the infinite corridor of carnal delight into the erotic lives of others in order to be stripped of his innocence and become a husband deserving of his beautiful wives-to-be. ******** #No NTR *WARNING!!!* *WRITTEN BY A DEGENERATE!!!* THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN R18 SCENES, VULGAR WORLDS, SOME INSTANCES OF ABUSE AND A WHOLE LOT. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU AVOID IT. OTHERWISE, ENJOY!!!... DISCLAIMER: COVER ISN'T MINE.
Masokissed · 45.4K Views
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