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STOLEN FOR VENGEANCE By Soo Young He lost his sister… Now he’s stealing their secret heir in Seoul,. After the tragic death of Yuna — his only sister and the light of his world — Sunghoon, heir to the Uyama mafia empire, wants only one thing: revenge. His enemies? The powerful Dragon Clan. His plan? Ruthless and cold. Take Hana. The Dragons’ innocent, sheltered daughter. Break her. Destroy her family from the inside. Make them feel the same pain he lives with. But Hana… she’s not what he expected. She’s soft-spoken. Gentle. Nothing like the enemy’s blood that runs in her veins. And the longer she stays in his world, the more she pulls him into hers. But this isn’t love. This is war. And Sunghoon swore he wouldn’t fall for her. Not until she’s the final piece in his vengeance. Or… his only reason to stop. This is a war where only one can survive

I’m no hero, no reincarnated prodigy—just a 47-year-old man, a native of Orario, and a long-time member of Ganesha Familia. I’ve seen gods rise, adventurers fall, and promises turn to blood in the dungeon’s dark. This is not a story of chosen ones or meteoric level-ups. It’s a grounded take on Danmachi—where survival means strategy, money can rival strength, and Familia politics are deadlier than monsters. I won’t rush to the bottom of the dungeon. I’ll show how Orario really works. Welcome to the side of Danmachi where reality bites. ———————————————————————————————————— Disclaimer: Danmachi (also known as Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?) is the intellectual property of Fujino Ōmori, SB Creative, and other respective rights holders. I do not own any part of the original series. This fanfiction is a work of passion made for entertainment purposes only. I only claim ownership of the original characters and plot elements I have created specifically for this story.

She was once the cherished daughter of a respected professor, but now, she is nothing more than a shadow in the city-poor, struggling, and alone. Whispers follow her wherever she goes. Beauty like hers, they say, is a curse for a girl without power. They assume she'll do anything for money. But she is fire, untamed and unbroken. The university, once her father's legacy, is now under the control of a powerful man-a man who watches her with a cruel smile, waiting for the moment she will break. He holds the strings to her fate, dragging her into a silent war where wealth and control always win. Then, he returns. The boy who once played by her side, the boy who vanished the night of the tragedy, is back-no longer a friend, no longer the boy she knew. Now, he stands at the front of the lecture hall, wearing the title of Professor. His cold, unreadable eyes lock onto hers. His touch lingers like a ghost from the past. He helps her in the shadows, yet she feels his presence in every downfall she faces. Does he still hold the warmth of their past, or has he returned only to watch her drown? As secrets unravel and desires ignite, she must decide-fight against the power that seeks to destroy her, or surrender to the darkness lurking within the man she once called her own.

"My fiancé is a high school student?" Sohee, an Omega drowning in debt, has two choices: marry a younger chaebol Alpha, or sell himself to an older yet violent loan shark Alpha. Ah, there's a third option, too. "Should I just off myself or something?" *** #omegaverse #dominantalpha #powerbottom #collegeromance #healing

“For those drawn to sweetness… but born to see the blade.” They spoke like saints, loved like perfect dream lovers — and we, some victims, believing, stepped willingly into the dark. But tenderness, in the hands of predators, becomes a weapon. And love, offered with honeyed words, can cage a soul tighter than chains. This is not a story of pure hearts and happy endings. It is the slow bleeding of trust, the quiet rot beneath beauty, and the gentle souls left shattered behind smiling masks. Some wounds heal. Others bloom into scars that burn forever. A dark, emotional tale of betrayal, illusions, and love that devours instead of saves. Genres: Psychological • Contemporary • Emotional • Dark realism • Super slow burn “Love, when offered by predators, cuts deeper than any curse.” Author’s whisper: If your heart still dares to hope, come closer. But do not step in lightly… because it’s a reality you might never want to believe. Inspired by the truth of many broken souls who once whispered: “He is not like others.”

A possibly poor attempt at making a novel for the first time. In general, I'm trying to be realistic, a couple characters are based off of a couple of my friends. As the story goes on, characters can get traumatized, scarred for life, or losing limbs. Some may go insane just by wanting to go home, praying it's all a dream.

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

When lies meet passion and power meets control. This is the origin story of my hero. She didn't have a choice when she was brought into this world of given the powers of a world destroyer. Her thrill for the kill leads to the most unlikely turn of events. Love, passion, spells, obsession. What becomes of the sole heir and Avenging angel of both Asgard and Valhalla. can she stand the tests of fate and destiny or will she fall like her mother. Read to find out

In a world riddled with endless greed, pain, and destruction, a once hated king Nai Soari is raised from the dead - a peaceful place that he wishes to return to. His sole task is the killing the Demon who's one step away from annihilating the planet. Gifted with the Blessing of the Sun, Nai is the world's lone savior. Nai - all the whilst regaining his powers that have slowly drained over time - must join forces with a cunning doctor, a mute orphan child, and Luan, a secretive, dangerous, yet charming man who has given naught but his name and age to restore the mortal world to what it once was.

" Crimson?" he echoed with a smirk. "In my world, names like that are invitations. How merciful of your mother to offer you up so... willingly." Crimson is just a peasant girl, unremarkable save for her cursed name and flaming red hair, whispered about in markets and muttered over fires. Orphaned and struggling to care for her ailing grandmother, she scrapes by selling vegetables under the frozen sun, enduring cruelty and cold alike. When her village is brutally raided and she is torn from the only life she’s ever known, Crimson is as a servant to a vampire Lord, an immortal creature of shadow and charm, known for his silence and rumored cruelty. But instead of draining her dry, he keeps her close. Too close. And as the walls of his obsidian court close in around her, Crimson begins to realize that he is not the only one watching her… or hunting her. As the line between captor and protector blurs, Crimson discovers secrets buried in blood... hers and theirs. In a world where humans are prey, trust is poison, and darkness wears many faces, she must choose: fade quietly into obedience, or burn her way into legend. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing in a world of monsters… is a girl who learns to stop running.

To my dear ash, if time is a cruel god then i will be a sinner, just to love you again.

She woke up in an unfamiliar room, her body aching, her memories fragmented. The moment she looked in the mirror, she realized—this wasn’t her face. Once, this body belonged to the precious daughter of the Shen family—an heiress admired by all, engaged to Mo Ziqian, heir of the illustrious Mo family. But the moment her family crumbled into bankruptcy—something he had secretly planned—the engagement was coldly broken off. "You're no longer worthy to stand by my side," Mo Ziqian had said, turning his back without a trace of guilt. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, the original girl was framed, humiliated, and violated—her pain turned into a scandalous video that spread like wildfire. With no dignity left, she chose to end it all. Just when she stood on the edge of death, Mo Zixuan, the younger brother of her ex-fiancé, reached out his hand. "Trust me. I’ll marry you, I’ll protect you." Desperate and drowning, she clung to that lifeline—only to discover she’d stepped into an even darker abyss. His love was a lie, too. "Even you…" she whispered, tears merging with the sea that swallowed her. But fate had other plans. A new soul awoke in the body—vengeful, cold, and calculating. She wasn’t here to mourn. She was here to make them all pay. "You ruined her. Now, I'll ruin you." But something is wrong. As she begins to seek revenge, memories surface that don’t belong to the original girl. Memories of places she’s never been. Names she’s never heard. Emotions that feel too real to ignore. “Whose life am I really living…? Who am I?” Is she truly just an outsider inhabiting a stranger’s body—or is something far deeper at play? What happens when vengeance awakens something older, darker, and more dangerous? She doesn’t just want justice anymore. She wants answers. And she will burn the world to get them.

She wasn’t looking for him. He wasn’t ready for her. And yet, something unspoken kept pulling them closer — and pushing them apart. In a world where timing is rarely perfect and hearts are rarely whole, Made for Maybe tells the tender, aching story of two people dancing around a love that almost feels forbidden by fate. She’s soft-spoken but strong, guarding her heart behind layers of doubt and silence. He’s warm and reckless, carrying his own shadows behind his golden charm. They meet. They drift. They return. But something always lingers between them — maybe distance, maybe fear, maybe… love. Set against the quiet storms of growing up and the hidden corners of first real feelings, this novel explores what it means to fall slowly, to love quietly, and to wonder if the one you’re meant for might just be a maybe. A poignant, emotional romance for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little

PLEASE READ: Thie collection is not for the faint of heart. This is an evaluation/discussion of harsh and triggering topics. Viewer's digression advised. There are disclaimers/trigger warnings before each passage. You are important and beautiful!

* Disaster struck Constance Sylvaine’s life when her husband, Lorenzo Morelli, the main heir of the Morelli mafia famiglia, loved and cheated with someone else—Vittoria Speranza, Constance’s best friend—and she was pregnant. Constance was tortured and forced; Lorenzo Morelli was so happy when she signed the divorce paper. Months later, however, Morelli was shocked to know that Constance is a billionaire heiress of the powerful, rich Sadie Kaiser, and now a superhot trillionaire CEO with dark desires and obsessions—Slater Blackthorne—is asking for her hand. * Slater breathes in Sadie's ear. "You die when I say you die, and right now, I'm not done with you. I'm never going to be done with you—you're mine. Mine, that means no one else gets to hurt you. I am the only one who gets to hurt you."

What would you do if you met a mysterious charming stranger, but could never fully see his face? That was the very predicament Cloud Belmont found himself in. It was unusual to find the spark one had been searching for, for so many years on Palace Grounds, but somehow they had found each other. Although this mysterious man knows everything about Cloud. Cloud has not even seen the face of the person he spends endless amounts of hours with. Follow Cloud’s journey on finding out who the man is and his own journey on finding himself.

JUSTICE FOR NIGHTSHADE **A sister's vengeance. A killer's secret. A game where the truth bleeds.** My sister's murder was ruled a *random robbery*-until I found her files labeled **"Nightshade."** Now I know the truth: **Victor Lee** paid to silence her. **Liu Chen**, his merciless bodyguard, wielded the knife. And **Maya**, my sister's *best friend*, helped plan it. I'm just an actress playing a role... but this time, the role is **revenge**.

SYNOPSIS: Betrayed. Beaten. Buried — but never broken. Two years ago, Mark, the undefeated underground fighting champion, vanished after a brutal setup by his closest friend-turned-rival, Kade. Left for dead in the back alleys of Sector Nine, Mark faded into legend — a ghost of the ring. Now, he’s back. Fueled by vengeance and reborn through pain, Mark re-enters the brutal underworld he once ruled, punching his way through cybernetic monsters, twisted champions, and blood-hungry crowds. Each fight is a step closer to the man who destroyed his life. But this time… Mark isn’t just fighting to win. He’s fighting to reclaim his name, his honor, and his vengeance. No rules. No mercy. Just fists.

A disaster called Greatwash caused by a person who wanted god-hood. This disaster leads to the jumbling up of elements. Sentient beings adapt to live under water on the ocean beds. In this magical world, after a political move by the supreme king everyone finds themselves in an adventurous voyage in their quench for immense power. Protagonists in the world, unlike other citizens realise themselves being woven into a bigger scheme of political hierarchy where the voyagers are puppets of the supreme king's and others' likings. Now these protagonists has to get hold of the strings they are being controlled with and reform the world into their own political priorities. In the process our protagonists finds themselves clashing with the ideologies of other protagonists. This quest for utopia quickly turns into an all out battle royale of political powers. The protagonists ought to survive and they ought to win. Find out who wins this battle of royale of politics and magical powers in an anthological drama.

I wrote this fan fiction for my more than a friend Chloe and all my pervy desires…

Highschool sucks, imagine having your own death repeating in ways that you wouldn’t wish on your own enemy all by trying to help some friends! Welcome to my life

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes. "The contract is effective as of now" He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine. She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision. Let the games begin..!