Draco Filch Collar

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate comments on an Ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well I'd be sweeter if I drank directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

Betrayed by his beloved queen. Stabbed by the very men he raised to power. King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest. Fate’s twisted joke? He’s reborn—in chains. Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle. Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns. His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage. And the wife? Let’s just say... she deserves better. Much better. Just when he thought a future of licking boots and scrubbing chamber pots— [DING! You have awakened the Domination System.] Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life. “I—wait, what?” [New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.] [Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice] [Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.] He grins through the pain, eyes burning with ambition. They thought they broke him? They just gave him a reason to rise. Power. Revenge. Pleasure. He’ll take it all. ------------------ Note- No ntr, no yuri. Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated. And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, it's just one of it's features...

In a world where Ferals—beast-like beings—are shackled by human oppression and hunted with collars, Lyra, a Feral fox with a mafia-stained past, flees a life of betrayal and bloodshed. A desperate alley fight leads her to Kai, a human martial arts prodigy consumed by perfection, and Darius, his adoptive father, a war-torn MMA trainer who once crushed Ferals in battle. Their uneasy alliance offers Lyra a chance at Bestial Mixed Martial Arts (BMMA), a brutal arena where Ferals and humans collide in savage fights, fueling a world divided by hate. Training under Kai’s deadly precision, Lyra’s feral instincts clash with his calculated strikes, igniting a rivalry that tests her pride. But as her mafia past stalks her and Kai’s secrets unravel, Lyra must conquer the ring to defy a Feral-hating society. One loss could chain her forever—or cost her life.

Fifty thousand dollars!" someone barked like they were auctioning off livestock. That was the first thing I heard when I woke up—chained, collared, and confused. You’re probably wondering how I ended up here. Yeah… me too. One moment, I was yelling into a megaphone in front of Bio Gen Tower, protesting their twisted experiments on women’s fertility. The next? I was injected, blacking out as my protest sign got stomped into the pavement. I didn’t wake up in a hospital. I woke up in a whole new world. Here, I’m not a protester. I’m not even a person. I’m a Breeder. Apparently, my new body belongs to a rare class of women with "high fertility"—a walking womb meant to repopulate a kingdom on the brink. And just my luck? I was bought at a dark auction by five dangerously powerful Alpha brothers. Each one wants something different from me: The cold, commanding heir who sees me as property. The sly second who toys with me for fun. The hostage prince who hides daggers in every smile. And the wild twin brothers—charming, reckless, and always watching. They think I’m just a tool. A means to an heir. But I didn’t die fighting for women’s freedom just to become someone’s pet. They may have bought my body, but my mind? My fire? That still belongs to me. And if they think I’ll roll over and obey… They’re not ready for the kind of woman I really am. ---

Quinlan, un simple trabajador de oficina, se encuentra transmigrado a una tierra de fantasía extremadamente peligrosa como un Commoner de nivel 1 sin nada a su nombre excepto su ingenio, y un don único que acompañó su teletransportación. Nadie en Thalorind podría haber predicho que esta llegada discreta algún día ascendería a la cima, redefiniendo el significado mismo del término 'poder'... Y que podría haber logrado dicho resultado uniéndose a una organización criminal y abriéndose paso a través de sus rangos. Al principio, Quinlan estaba dolorosamente débil y solo, pero gracias a sus graves problemas de confianza, unirse a un equipo era... difícil. Sin embargo, pronto notó que mucha gente en este mundo tiene collares alrededor del cuello... Personas que no podían exactamente traicionarlo. Sigue el viaje de Quinlan mientras crece en fuerza, acumula riqueza, lucha a muerte y conoce a hermosas damas. Descargo de responsabilidad: He recibido algunas quejas de algunos lectores de que mi protagonista no es un verdadero villano, y tengo que estar de acuerdo; si estás buscando algún protagonista completamente psicópata que quema aldeas de granjeros al azar solo por diversión, entonces no leas. El protagonista es un hombre despiadado que hace cosas malvadas de vez en cuando, pero solo a sus enemigos o a aquellos que considera verdadera escoria. No obtiene ninguna alegría de atormentar a extraños. Tampoco leas si quieres una historia sobre comprar esclavas sexuales y violarlas, eso no sucede en esta novela. Él tratará a las mujeres con las que quiere estar como si fueran personas normales, sean esclavas o no.

A Second Chance at Magic When Severus Snape dies, he wakes up in the past—with all his memories intact. Determined to change everything, he treats Harry differently this time. Meanwhile, Draco’s harmless pranks on Harry turn into something deeper, something dangerous... something real. As the lines between rivalry and romance blur, the past is rewritten—but only Snape remembers the future.

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits - and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks. In the beginning, Quinlan was painfully weak and alone but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... After writing over 750 chapters, here’s what you should know: 1. About the beginning: The early chapters are a bit rough. I'm not saying that it's horrible, in fact, I believe the story to be very enjoyable right from chapter 1. But, at the end of the day, this is my first original novel, and I stumbled in some areas, especially with the MC's attitude. He's too reserved and occasionally too "simpy" with the first female lead. However, the MC grows into a confident, powerful, and composed figure. No long-term cringe. He becomes the kind of MC you want to root for. 2. Quinlan’s morality: He’s not a cruel, sadistic villain. Most of the time, he won't even be acting like a real villain, only when pushed to the limit. Meaning he won't torture puppies or civilians for fun while cackling manically. However, he’s greedy, shameless, and opportunistic. If the lives of his loved ones are at stake and he can only save them by burning a city with innocents inside down, he’ll do it. He's ruthless toward strangers when necessary, but doesn't delight in cruelty. 3. Regarding slaves: Yes, Quinlan becomes a slave master. However, he treats all his women—free or enslaved—with care and respect. 4. More than smut: Every love interest has a real story, a real presence. No girl will be left behind. As of Chapter 750, Quinlan has 7 lovers and a few more "in-development" love interests. This is not a "catch them all" story, adding one girl every 20 chapters. I prefer harems made up of girls with richly developed characters over giant harems full of shallow ladies. Quality over Quantity. 5. Balanced storytelling: My aim was to create a work where romance, action, and slice-of-life blend together naturally. There’s high-stakes action, power progression, romantic developments, comedy, and some chill downtime to let both the characters and the readers breathe. 6. Weak-to-Strong Progression: Quinlan will become OP. But he rises slowly, not overnight. His journey will hopefully feel earned. 7. Not every female character listed in the fandom is a love interest: Some women are important to the plot but are not part of the harem or a planned to be, such as his two mothers. 8. No Yuri. No NTR. That's it, thank you for taking your chance on my novel! I'll make a promise to you, showing how much I believe you'll love the novel if you get over the somewhat bumpy beginning! If you read 750 chapters and hate the story even after investing so much time into it, then you may burn me alive!

Draco had risen to the top of the world through his exploits in the legendary FIVR game, Boundless. After years of intense conflicts between his guild, Hellscape, and the guild of his former infidel lover, Darkrow, things came to a head when Draco conquered all. Now, nothing stood in his way of total conquest within the highly acclaimed second world of mankind, as he intended to fortify his new empire. Unfortunately, a timely assassination sent him back into the wheel of time for reincarnation, but not even the Gods gave him peace of death. Thrust into the past, Draco realized he'd been given a second chance at life to start from scratch, with all the knowledge of over fifteen years of almost absolute power in Boundless. Now, his path to glory will be far shorter and filled with more bloodshed than Hades could handle. ___________________________________________________________________________ WARNING: If you're the type to be triggered easily, please do not read.

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

Adam was just your average internet troll—armed with sarcasm, zero filter, and way too much free time. His favorite pastime? Ragebaiting obsessive novel fans in group chats, especially the ones who worshipped "Eclipsed Devourer," a hit fantasy romance novel. He hated rhe ending about it. —The characters? Too well-written. —The plot? Surprisingly deep. —The ending? Absolute trash fire. But the final straw The cult-like fandom simping over "Lady Seraphina Blackthorn," the cold, powerful villainess with killer looks, dominatrix vibes, and thighs that could crush a man’s ego. Disgusted by their obsession, Adam swore: “I’d rather die than kneel or lick a woman’s boot like you degenerates!” The chat exploded with replies. He laughed so hard, he spilled his glass of water... ...right onto an exposed electrical wire. Zap. Now, Adam wakes up not in a hospital—but in the novel he despises. Worse There’s a steel collar around his neck

Everyone dreams of being summoned to a magical world. Except me... I am Alan, thirty years old, white-collar worker, no hobbies and has one annoying best friend named Bob. Bob is an anime-obsessed otaku whose life goal is to become the hero of an isekai world. But me, I just wanted to go home, take a shower and sleep. But one day, Bob opened a portal to another world in his room. And guess who got sucked in with him? Now Bob become The Chosen One, blessed by world with magic and legendary weapons. Me? I am the guy carrying his bags, dodging fireballs and wondering if fantasy world has proper sewage system. This is how my best friend become a Hero... And how I accidentally become his sidekick.

“This isn’t the story they told to you. The fairy dust turned cold and blue…” In a land once ruled by bedtime tales and happily-ever-afters, something ancient stirs beneath the rhymes. The Oracle’s Mirror has shattered, and the dreams of a kingdom have cracked with it. Now, the forgotten and the broken rise. Meet the Fallen... cursed versions of beloved characters twisted by time, pain, and truth. A sleeping princess who doesn’t dream. A spider-girl who whispers in silk. A Queen of Glass whose slipper became a weapon. A boy who falls through endless mirrors. Each chapter retells a dark fairytale you thought you knew... until the thirteenth chime strikes. Once upon a nightmare, the story begins again.

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

He kneels when she commands. She owns him like a pet. But what neither knows— Is that their blood runs from the same fire. Damien Voss was born of blood and silence. The night his family was massacred by the De Rossi mafia, he lost everything—except the memory of his little sister’s screams as she was dragged into the dark. Years later, Damien returns. Trained. Ruthless. Unrecognizable. His mission? Infiltrate the De Rossi Empire from the inside—and tear it apart. To do that, he must earn the trust of their infamous heiress: Celeste De Rossi. Beautiful, cruel, and untouchable, Celeste doesn’t want protection. She wants power—and Damien becomes her latest obsession. She collars him. Commands him. Controls him. He kneels. But every moment spent beneath her gaze chips away at his hatred. Because behind her mask lies a girl who shouldn't exist. A girl who remembers lullabies she was never told. A girl who might be the one he’s been searching for all his life. His sister. As obsession turns to truth, their world unravels. Lies rot. Blood binds. And the path to revenge becomes a razor-thin line between love and ruin. What do you do when the person who owns your body… May carry the soul of your past?

The Ghostbusters saved the world, again and again, but not from this. When the digital world began bleeding into reality, hauntings took on new rules. Ghosts now live in the code, hiding in servers, hijacking smart cities, and warping virtual space. Technology isn’t just glitching, it’s possessed. After a mysterious signal unleashes spectral corruption through the global matrix, a new generation of Ghostbusters is called to arms. Among them: hackers, technomancers, and the descendants of legends. Their mission? Hunt the ghosts hiding inside the machines, and stop the Phantom Protocol before reality itself is overwritten. But something worse lurks in the firewalls. Something ancient. Something that remembers the old world... and wants to rewrite the Code. It’s not just about busting ghosts anymore. It’s about saving reality from being deleted.

Where silence steals souls and songs restore what was broken... In the realms of the Crystalverse, music is more than art... it’s memory, power, and truth. And Crystal, a girl born from forgotten harmony, sings to heal a world on the verge of falling silent. Crystalverse Chronicles is a stunning collection of short novels and side stories expanding the world of the main saga. Explore the broken souls and sacred songs behind every major event... featuring the tragic rise of Maestro Nocturne, the fractured origins of Echo, the fall of the Songbound Marionette, and the silent pain of the protector Caelum. From cursed symphonies to reflective oceans, sealed melodies to starlit farewells, every tale adds new depth, heartbreak, and hope to the growing symphony of Crystal’s world.

“We don’t hunt ghosts. We listen to them.” In the haunted circuitry of the post-Matrix world, GhostNet agents archive the fragments of lost souls, corrupted memories, broken echoes, and AI-born grief. GhostNet: Codex is a mythic anthology of 40+ haunting tales, each a glimpse into a digital afterlife where sorrow becomes signal and identity decays into code. From the laughter of a looping child to a janitor who cleans away regret, these standalone stories form a tapestry of love, loss, recursion, and redemption. The ghosts don’t always scream. Some hum. Some weep in binary. And some… just want to finish their sentence.

In a kingdom where power is ruled by blood and scent, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Liora Vayne has spent years on the run, disguising herself with heat suppressants to hide the truth of what she is-an omega in a world that chains her kind to alphas through laws, collars, and cold tradition. All she wants is a life of quiet freedom on the open road. No masters. No bindings. No fate. But fate finds her anyway. When she saves a wounded stranger from the dust-choked roadside, Liora doesn't expect her to be Veyra Halvarin-the kingdom's heir, an alpha general, and the sole survivor of a brutal attempt on the royal bloodline. Charged with warning the court, Veyra insists Liora escort her to the nearest outpost. Yet as danger stalks closer and Liora's last suppressant begins to fail, the secrets between them deepen-and their pull toward one another grows harder to resist. Together, they'll uncover the rot festering in the heart of the kingdom's court. But while Liora battles the laws that would enslave her, Veyra must choose between duty and desire, tradition and truth. And both must face the pain of a fate that may have bound them long before they ever met. A slow-burn omegaverse fantasy of forbidden love, royal betrayal, and the perilous power of scent, trust, and fate. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbHq8d5SzI0

IT only took one splash of rainwater and one perfectly delivered insult for Becky Blaze to crash into Dante Marcono’s life. He’s dangerous, quiet, and absurdly rich. A cold-hearted heir with a smirk that could make kingdoms fall. She’s the storm. He’s the calm. Until she grabs his collar and makes the world tilt. Becky is loud, proud, and never backs down. Dante doesn’t do messy. But when her fire meets his ice, their world becomes anything but predictable. One argument turns to obsession. One glare becomes a challenge. One moment in the rain becomes the start of everything. She was never meant to be his. But he’s already calling her mine

"Curiosity killed the cat." The sinister man raised the edges of his lips into a grin before injecting the girl's neck ruthlessly, leaving her unconscious. [Disclaimer: Rated 18 solely for the blood and gore scenes. Extreme torture and abuse scenes included, however, a warning shall be given at the start of such chapters and I will be briefly explaining everything for those who skipped the chapters with such content. Read at your own discretion.] **** Nancy Morgan was an average college girl who was bored of her little-to-none thrilling life and wanted something new. But what she got for that was not necessarily what she asked for. She got into a life-threatening accident. Roth Rogers, her family friend, inserted a chip inside her brain to save her. However, it attracted evil people to go after her. To protect her from the upcoming dangers, Roth appointed his adopted son, Samuel Rogers as her bodyguard. However, more than the people who were trying to abduct her for the cutting-edge technology, Nancy's curiosity rang for her bodyguard's mysterious life. Little did she know, her curiosity unlocked many secrets and troubles.... Like Immortality and artificial diseases. Trapped in a dilemma of science and immortality, Nancy must find out more about her bodyguard, and his connection with all of the mess. **** [Excerpt] "How come you have appeared at my house?" Samuel asked, ignoring her question. "And at such an hour? Are your parents aware?" He was bombarding questions at her after her system told her strange things. Nancy was irritated enough to break his neck, but she kept her composure. "Listen here, you little shit, the system is saying you're hurt. And that's what I asked you. Only I ask the questions here." Nancy clarified before jumping onto the bed, an inch apart from him, as she ran her hand from his shirt's collar to the first button. Who wears dress shirts in bed? Before Nancy could unbutton his shirt, he grabbed her hand with a frown on his face. "I do not know what your system told you, but I must clarify that I am not hurt," Samuel said before moving her hand aside. "Prove it, then," Nancy muttered. "The system says it's a thoracic injury. Show me that it's not." "Even if there is one, I believe you have nothing to do with it." Samuel backfired. Right. Nancy had nothing to do with his matters. But she was dying to remove that shirt from him. No, no! Not for any other business. She just needed to see if the gunshot wound was still there or not. "Which means there is a wound," Nancy said, trying to sound unfazed by his words. "I'll help you treat it." She stood up before walking over to the nightstand opposite them to get the first-aid kit. He watched her with narrowed vision, and she stared back from the corner of her eye. {Probability of survival : 50%... 60%... 65%} {The Wound shows signs of healing. Abnormalities detected.} {Platelet count: Normal.} {Platelet function: Faster than normal.} The system kept raising abnormalities from Samuel as if the system could've never guessed for such an existence. It made Nancy wonder, too. She was sure he was another invention. One way, or another… He was involved. [Note: All my novels are fictional. None of the characters and events have actually taken place.] **** Join my ded discord server: https://discord.gg/HsYbkZP29D Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ **** Special Thanks to my mother for devising a name. I had been working on this for 2 years but I couldn't get a name. My mom asked me about the plot and I told her that it was complicated; That's when she said 'Dilemma' If you like complicated things, this is for you! Thank you for giving this a shot.

Sunny Draco was a middle age man with a completely normal life... Yes, Completely normal life... no wife, children, friends, and most of all... no money! All these changed after getting transmigrated into the future... literally thousands years in the future... Insane. With this new identity, and background, and with the infinite wealth system... Sunny will have to find a way to maneuver through this new life, and dangers. [DING!] [You gained a new quest.] [Spend 50 billions in 24 hours.] [Rewards: Gain grand grade skill.] "Spend 50 billions in one day?!! This will be fun." Sunny said with a smirk.

One day when I was working as a low-ranking civil servant in a hopeless imperial palace department, I realized that I had reincarnated in a novel. “Oh my god, the villain is about to start a war, right? If a war breaks out, people like me will be the first to die!” An imminent war as per the original setting. If I want to live, I must first save the crown prince! To save the crown prince who dies first in the original story, I leaked the original’s information to catch the villains. Suddenly, I became the youngest minister. I didn’t really mean to get ahead, but there’s nothing wrong with that! Let’s just catch the villain. * * * It’s a lot of fun to ab*se the villains, and the taste of power is also very sweet. However… “His Highness the Crown Prince has a great sense of responsibility, but since he has nowhere to focus, he may want to run away sometimes.” The strange new intern is talking nonsense. No, how did I save the prince! “What? Run awaaaay?” With a glint in my eyes, I said grimly. “If His Highness runs away… I will personally chase him to the end of the continent. I will somehow drag him by the collar, stick tight next to him, and keep an eye on him.” Hmm? But intern, why are you shaking? Why are your ears red?

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked. My eyes widened due to his audacity. "Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance. Why can't he understand the word no? I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary. "I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice. My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me. We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again. "You are staying." He mumbled. His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck. "And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?" He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me... "We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down. --------------------------------------- Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it. She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage. But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him. WARNING: R18 Credits to the artist

After surviving the shattering of her reality, Crystal ventures beyond the known realms, seeking the scattered harmony of the world’s lost light. Haunted by echoes of her own fractured soul and hunted by the silence-wielding Nocturne, she must navigate the mysterious Realm of Restraint, where music is forbidden and memory is a weapon. Joined by ethereal allies—both old and spectral—Crystal’s journey becomes one of identity, sacrifice, and the true cost of resonance. But every note she plays risks unraveling the fragile balance of her universe. The question isn’t if she can finish her journey... it’s whether she’ll still be herself when it ends.

Trabajar de noche en un Konbini es una basura, luces fluorescentes que parecen convulsionar de aburrimiento, clientes borrachos, café frío y una compañera de turno que parece salida de un doujinshi mal escrito. Aoi, una mocosa con collar de perro y sonrisa de tiburón, que debería estar muerta pero en vez de eso, no deja de molestarme con sus estupideces. ¿Lo peor? Entre discusiones sobre fetiches, combos suicidas, tormentas que parecen el fin del mundo y venderle basura a personas que parecen fantasmas, empecé a darme cuenta de algo: odio este trabajo, odio mi vida... y la odio a ella, pero tal vez, no la odio tanto como debería. Mierda. ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO SENSIBLE Esta historia aborda temas como el suicidio, la depresión, el acoso y la salud mental de forma directa. Se utiliza humor oscuro, lenguaje sarcástico y crudo para explorar estos temas, lo que podría considerarse insensible para algunas personas. Si este contenido puede afectarte, considera leer con precaución. HISTORIA SEMI-LINEAL Esta obra es episódica: cada capítulo funciona como una historia independiente por lo que puedes leerlos en el orden que prefieras, pero se recomienda seguir el orden de publicación para apreciar el desarrollo de los personajes principales. EDAD RECOMENDADA Esta novela ligera está dirigida a un público mayor de 16 años. Contiene situaciones, lenguaje y temas que pueden no ser aptos para menores de edad. DERECHOS DE AUTOR Night Shift at the Konbini es una obra original. Tanto la historia como los personajes que aparecen en esta, están protegidos por los derechos de autor por lo que queda prohibida su venta, distribución, traducción o adaptación total/parcial sin autorización escrita del autor.

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

Jack vs. the Abyss Jack is sixteen, working nights at WcDoodle’s and walking a tightrope no one sees. By day, he’s a kid with grease on his collar. By night, he’s an urban myth—saving lost souls like himself, but sometimes… choosing who gets saved at all. He’s not above killing. He’s not afraid to let someone fall. Because the world isn’t fair. And Jack isn’t here to be a hero. He’s here to outlive the abyss—or drag it down with him.

Gu Nian woke up to find herself a baby born to a poor family. Her mother was killed, her brother missing and she was homeless. Thankfully, there were many good people in the world. Still, everyone in the village told the Lin family was stupid—they could not even afford to make a living for themselves, but they had to adopt a baby from another family. They did not know that the baby had a pocket dimension and was blessed with good luck, and the Lin family soon rocketed to riches. Later, restaurants would fight over Gu Nian's recipes, and the silkworms she reared would spit silk of all collars, while her crops would weigh tons. All at once, she becomes famous. Everyone says that Gu Nian would never marry nobility no matter how much she earned! Her brother and father then returned to her, and she became the daughter of a duke! Noble son: Watch your tongue. I'm the one who doesn't deserve my wife!

Crystal’s Light (Crystalverse: Book 1) The world has forgotten how to sing. After a cursed silence swept through the Kronic Kingdom, music vanished, ripped from the air, torn from the soul. The once-golden capital lies in ruins, haunted by memories of harmony and the echo of a final note. But one girl remains. Her name is Crystal, the last to carry a voice, the last to remember the melody of what was lost. Hunted by the fallen composer Maestro Nocturne, Crystal flees into the shadows of forgotten realms, her only weapon a voice she dares not use. When a single song escapes her lips, it stirs a world left for dead. Ancient marionettes awaken. Sealed memories burn. And spectral enemies rise from silence itself. Now Crystal must journey across a fractured land, awaken the Ten Seals of Harmony, and reclaim the music that once gave the world its soul, before silence becomes eternal. But deep in the void, something older than silence watches. And it knows her song.

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.