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Cecilia has been transmigated to a tragedy novel where she becomes a crown princess for a kingdom that is about to be destroyed as the catalyst of the protagonist's main story. Every time she dies, she will return before the kingdom is destroyed. After the 100th attempt to save herself, Cecilia finally lost her mind. Cecilia is destined to die? That's fine. Let's kill her and turn into someone else. That was the original plan. But why did everyone start getting weird around her?

“I Reincarnated into a Book I Never Wrote” "This world was never supposed to exist. I never wrote it. And yet… it remembers me." Arin Kael, a young aspiring novelist, dies before his first manuscript is ever completed. But death is not the end. He wakes up in a strange yet familiar world—a story he never published, never wrote down, but only imagined long ago. The landscapes, the characters, the rules of magic… all are born from the scattered fragments of his abandoned ideas. There's only one problem: He’s not the protagonist. He’s not the author. And the villain looks exactly like him. With no memory of finishing this tale, Arin finds himself trapped inside a living book—one that evolves, rewrites itself, and knows his secrets. Joined by Veyra, a heroine who claims she was erased from his forgotten drafts, and Mira, a witch who speaks in quotes from his real-life journals, Arin must navigate a world where characters are self-aware, plots bend like paper, and reality obeys narrative logic. But somewhere in the shadows, someone—or something—is still writing. Who is the true author of this world? Why was Arin brought back to a book he never wrote? And when the final page turns… will he still exist?

Seif Amer was just an actor who lived for the spotlight — reckless, wild, and craving fame. But when a tragic accident thrusts him into the very movie he was supposed to film, everything changes. Now trapped in a world where every scene is a deadly trap, every line is scripted, and the stakes are life or death, Seif must fight not only to survive — but to find his true purpose behind the lies written for him. Is this some cruel joke? Or is there a hidden truth buried deep inside the story that could set him free? The script says he’s a pawn. But Seif? He’s ready to rewrite the ending.

Discord link :- https://discord.gg/czvmuyZ6xx Alex was just another ordinary gamer—until the day he died. Struck down by a terminal illness, he found solace in his favorite game, a vast fantasy RPG filled with powerful warriors, intricate politics, and world-shaking events. But before he could see the game's ending, fate had other plans. When he opens his eyes again, he’s no longer Alex from Earth. Instead, he’s Alex Dragonheart, a nameless extra in the very game he once played. Not a protagonist. Not even a villain. Just an unknown side character who was fated to die early, forgotten by history. Armed with only half of the game’s knowledge, an unawakened bloodline, and a mysterious sealed skill, Alex is thrown into a brutal world where strength is everything. His beloved younger sister is sick and needs treatment, but his past self had been powerless to save her. Not anymore. Determined to rewrite his fate, Alex will rise through the ranks, manipulate events from the shadows, and seize power that was never meant for him. If fate refuses to acknowledge him, then he’ll carve his own legend—one that even the gods will fear. After all, in a world where only the strong survive, even an extra can become a nightmare. ( Okay guys just because there is a system tag does not mean he will get everything handed to him he will have to work hard to attain power because I will make it so )

> I created the most brutal fantasy game ever made. Betrayal, blood, and a villainess fated to die by Chapter Five. Guess what? I woke up as her. Elysia Vora. Former duchess. Infamous traitor. And now… me. She was never meant to survive the prologue. Just a disposable villainess designed to make the real story shine. But something went wrong. The game isn’t cursed. The game is broken. A glitched memory protocol inside the engine gave the characters something they were never meant to have: memory. Now, they remember every loop. Every betrayal. Every death I coded. Worse? They know who I am. And they want revenge. The prince I killed a hundred times? He’s back—with magic he was never programmed to wield. The inquisitor? He talks now. And he’s looking at me like I’m his favorite execution. Even side characters have evolved, unlocking powers beyond anything I built into the system. Fire that doesn’t burn. Shadows that speak. Blood spells from the void. My only chance? Use my developer knowledge to survive long enough to rewrite the game from the inside. But every decision rewrites the world. And someone—or something—is rewriting the rules faster than I can. This isn’t a second chance. This is war. And this time… the game remembers me.

Adeline didn't expect she would transmigrate into the trashy novel she read years ago. The plot was so cliched that she couldn't bring herself to finish it. Years later, she found that very book on her bed, the page was open to the villainess' execution and before she knew it she found herself in the very novel she hated. The evil villainess who couldn't stand her two childhood friends become completely enamoured by the female lead, she decided to take care of the matter herself and thus became the public enemy. She now became the villainess of the story! "I do not accept this!" Adeline yelled at the top of her lungs. "I will change the plot." The Crown Prince she rejected won't leave her alone. The cold Northern Duke clung to her and wouldn't let go. The Arch Mage wants to abandon his duties and serve as her personal knight, and the Head Priest is obsessed with her! The Male leads she wished to avoid won't leave her alone! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Obsessive male lead- check. Funny but strong female lead- check. Amazing family- check. Annoying Goddess- also check.

Once hailed as the strongest Elementalist, Rex Walker was betrayed, framed, and abandoned by the world he vowed to protect. He welcomed death… but fate gave him a second chance. Reborn as a prince in a strange new world, Rex wants nothing to do with power. His magic feels broken. His soul is tired. All he craves is freedom—no more duties, no more saving anyone. He’ll wear what he wants, fight when he feels like it, and live life on his own terms—even if the world calls him selfish. But his power isn’t gone. It’s evolving. And as ancient threats rise again… The man who begged for death may be the last hope of a dying world. Even if he wants nothing to do with it.

Blood runs thicker than water. Lillian Chen—no, Lillian Lu—met a tragic end in her previous life with not even her body intact. Branded as a villainess in the pages of someone else's story, her fate happened to be betrayed by the Chen family- the very family she devoted her life to. But the fate had other plans. She was reborn, and this time she was out for revenge. Discarded by the Chens and overshadowed by Eva, the so-called “real daughter,” Lillian vows to rewrite her story—this time, on her own terms. And she plans to save her poor real family- the people who truly cared for her- this time from their ill-fated endings. To her surprise, they all turned out to be bigshots! Her mother is the mastermind behind the most powerful intelligence agency. Her eldest brother? Lord of the criminal underworld. The second? A world-renowned surgeon with a genius mind. And the third? A legendary hacker wanted by nations. It seemed she had a dangerous father as well! Also, why was the richest man in the world chasing after her!? This time, Lillian was determined to be the villainess she was and take the world by storm.

Morir no fue el final. Fue el inicio de su reinado. Rinne despierta en la nada: sin cuerpo, sin recuerdos, sin voz... hasta que una la elige. Un sistema misterioso la lanza a Sclodt, un mundo gobernado por coronas y cuchillos en la espalda. Ahí, abre los ojos en el cuerpo de una reina adolescente: sin familia, sin aliados y con enemigos que sonríen mientras afilan su caída. Pero Rinne no está sola. Tiene una ventaja: Una voz en su mente. Y una segunda oportunidad. Con astucia fría, un pasado enterrado y el Sistema 616 como guía, va a enfrentarse a la corte... y decidir si ese trono será su tumba o su arma. Esta vez, no piensa rogar por su vida. Piensa gobernar.

Ye Yun transmigrated into a fantasy world with no talent, no background, and no opportunities. After struggling for three years and facing expulsion from his sect, he finally activated the Life Script System. "So you claim to be the Chosen One, the Son of Destiny? Good, from now on all your opportunities belong to me!" "You say you're blessed with endless adventures and heaven-defying luck? Sorry, that's just an illusion—those fortunes now bear the surname Ye!" "You're the reincarnation of an Empress, a celestial maiden descended to earth? Cough, come to my room tonight... I need to verify your identity!" ... Years later, Ye Yun, now the Supreme Overlord, looked down upon all living beings while trampling gods across three realms, sighing emotionally: "What so-called 'fortune' did I ever have in this life? I merely had some... kind-hearted souls quietly supporting me all along!"

They stole my name. They stole my family. Now they’re calling me a murderer.” April Davidson was five when her parents were slaughtered like animals. Six when the imposters took their place—plastic smiles, perfect lies, and three new “children” to replace the real heirs. Including her. For eleven years, April endured their cruelty—forced to live as a servant in the house her parents built, called ‘orphan trash’ by a world that didn’t know the truth. But the night their fake son is found dead, everything changes. The Davidsons call her a killer. The public calls her ungrateful. But April? She calls this payback. With chains around her wrists and fire in her eyes, she steps into the courtroom ready for war. They wanted a trial. She’ll give them an inferno. Because the family sitting in that courtroom? They’re not the real Davidsons. And April isn’t the helpless servant they think she is. This isn’t about proving her innocence. It’s about exposing every filthy secret this house has buried. And by the time she’s done, no one will be asking “Who is Real?” They’ll be asking who is left standing.

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)

He wrote the world. Now it’s trying to kill him. Solas was once the author of the most popular fantasy webnovel on the internet—until his creativity burned out and the fans turned on him. Hated for rushing the ending and abandoning his vision, he fell into obscurity. But one night, after passing out at his desk, he wakes up in the body of a minor side character he created just to die. A mercenary. A nobody. A death flag without a name. Worse, he’s not even in the right place. The world isn’t following the script. Now trapped inside the broken version of his own story, Solas sets out to rewrite the narrative—not with a keyboard, but with blood, shadow, and cunning. This time, he’ll finish the story his way. Even if it means becoming the villain behind the scenes.

Sarang, once a beloved child actress, mysteriously vanished from the spotlight at the age of 21, leaving behind fame and unanswered questions. For five years, no one knew where she was—until she is unexpectedly spotted returning to Korea. At the airport, she crosses paths with Yejun, a fellow former child star who grew up alongside her and has since become a top actor. As Sarang seeks a quiet, anonymous life, Yejun’s unresolved feelings for his first love resurface. Can Sarang truly escape her past when the person who holds her heart is now the man the whole nation adores?

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.

Abandoned at birth. Exiled through holy fire. Raised in the jaws of hell. Amon was cast into the abyss as a child — sacrificed by the Pope himself under the lie of “divine will.” Born with royal blood and labeled a cursed vessel, he was fed to the demons. But he didn’t die. He learned. He adapted. He devoured. Twenty years later, he sits upon a throne of bone, the soul of a demon king burning within him, his humanity twisted by betrayal and survival. Now, he is no longer just a man. No longer just a demon. He is something else. As war brews across realms and ancient powers awaken, Amon sets his eyes on the ultimate prize: The Key to the Human World. To reclaim what was stolen. To unmask false gods. To conquer both Heaven and Hell. Let the world beware — The soul devourer has returned.

[Interstellar Transmigration + 1v2 + Delicate FL + Slow-Paced] When Rosalee woke up from her sleep, her world had completely changed. As if it wasn't shocking enough, she had turned from a little rich woman to a poor peasant who depended on her brother to survive. She looked at the expired nutrient solutions in her hand, then at her brother, and made a ruthless decision. She was going to find a sugar daddy to raise herself! Caution Before Entering: This is a slow-paced story, so proceed with caution. If you enjoy my work, feel free to drop me a line and support my novel. But if it's not your cup of tea, no worries, just close the book and move on.

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.

"A forgotten noble wakes with a system that sees the world as equations. Magic is no longer a gift — it's something to be solved. They called my affinity useless. They had no idea I’d rewrite the laws of magic." Born the third son of a minor baron, I was given the rarest — and most mocked — affinity: Logic. It doesn’t burn. It doesn’t heal. It doesn’t destroy. But it sees. In a world ruled by divine bloodlines and evolving monsters, I’ve been sent to the empire’s top magic academy — a proving ground for the strong, and a graveyard for the forgotten. Whispers speak of ten lost beings tied to the fate of the world… And while others train to follow the rules of magic— I’m here to break them. This is the rise of the weakest affinity. This is the beginning… of the Tenth Script. --- "Thank you for checking out Advent of the Tenth Script! This novel is about logic-based magic, telekinesis, ancient runes, and a war creeping beneath the surface of a magic academy. If you're into Shadow Slave, MoL, or LOTM, I think you'll enjoy the slow-burn mystery and unique magic system. Feel free to leave thoughts—every bit of feedback means a lot."

Sora Han wrote to escape. Her story about a quiet bookstore—a place that finds people at just the right moment—lived quietly online, chapter by chapter, for years. Almost no one noticed. Except for one reader. But life moved on. Sora stopped writing. She let the story fade. Until one day, it goes viral. When she returns, she discovers the truth: that one reader who never left is Rin—a rising idol whose music once saved her on her loneliest nights. Their paths don’t cross on big stages or under bright lights. They meet in quiet bookstores, small towns, and the moments most people overlook. Some stories don’t need a grand ending. Some doors never really close. And sometimes, the right person has been walking with you all along. A story about the connections we carry and the words we leave behind.

Sanam Teri Kasam ( beloved i swear on you ) : A New Chapter Prologue: I always thought that if someone were to reincarnate, they'd become a villainess, a female lead, or at the very least, a side character. But when I woke up this morning, I found myself in a story I had just read the night before, a cliché romance titled "Sanam Teri Kasam." Yet, I wasn’t any of those typical roles. I wasn’t even sure if I could call this a reincarnation.

In a world where countless web novel universes intertwine—where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons clash in brutal battles—protagonists rise, charm breathtaking heroines, seize boundless opportunities, and fight tooth and nail for supremacy. But among them, there is one man who stands above all. A man who has finally crossed into another world. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster. "A villain doomed to be trampled by the protagonist? Am I really just a disposable side character?" Veil muttered. But why should he accept that fate? His father wielded absolute power. His mother was a legendary business magnate. What made the so-called "protagonist" any more special than him? Luckily, at that very moment, he awakened the Villain System. One day in the future— "Veil! You crippled me, stole my chances, and even took my woman! You bastard! You’ll pay for this! Heaven will punish you!" A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up blood. Veil smiled faintly and said, "I didn’t do anything. This was simply your fate." "A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it." Remember this well. I, Veil Lancaster, desire nothing more than to be a charming and wicked villain.

Seorang gadis berlari kearah hutan dengan sekuat tenaga, dia berusaha menjauh dari tempat yang membuat dirinya tersiksa selama 4 hari. Beberapa kali kaki dan tangannya terkena ranting dan kayu membuat luka goresan di tubuhnya, apalagi kepala yang sedari tadi pusing itu tidak membuat niatnya kabur dari sana hilang. Dia sudah bertekad bahwa lebih baik tersesat dihutan dan mati didalam sana dibanding harus mati di tangan pria bajingan itu. Tapi apakah larinya belum cukup jauh? Kenapa dia masi bisa mendengar suara mobil orang itu datang, Sialan sekarang orang itu mengetahui dia kabur! "Kau ingin mati! Diam saja kau disana!" Sial! Padahal dia sudah berlari cukup jauh. *Splaash*

In his past life, everyone was jealous of Lu Ye, the Nine-Lives Celestial Lord. Not just because he had nine lives, but also because eight of the most beautiful and powerful women in the world were by his side. But no one could have guessed—when Lu Ye was just one step away from becoming a Heavenly Dao Saint—all eight of them turned on him at once and stabbed him in the back. The Nine Heavens Sword Maiden shouted, “I’m the master of the Nine Heavens Sword! But because of you, everyone thought I was just your sword servant. Lu Ye, you deserve to die!” The Red Lotus Fairy said, “Senior Brother, don’t blame me. If not for you, I would’ve become an immortal couple with someone else. I never wanted to be a Saint—I just wanted to be with the one I truly loved.” The Vermilion Bird Demon Empress laughed coldly. “Lu Ye, when you were killing demons, did you forget I’m a demon too? You said you were protecting me, but the one who hurt me the most… was you!” --- When time turns back, and the eight empresses return to the past with all their memories, Lu Ye wakes up with a bitter smile. This time, he finally understands—forcing someone to stay never brings real love. So now, he’s done trying to control fate. He won’t chase after them again. He won’t force anything. This time, Lu Ye decides to step back… and watch how these proud, powerful women live their lives without him. And who knows—maybe this time, the story will change.

I died without a name. I woke up with one the world hated. Caius Val’Rendall was meant to be a footnote — the weakest son of a powerful Duke in a crumbling empire, scorned by his own blood, abandoned by magic, and doomed to die a villain before the story ever truly began. But when a soul from another world awakens inside his broken body, everything changes. Because he’s read this story before. He knows how Caius dies. He knows who lives. He knows which heroes rise… and which innocent lives are discarded. And he refuses to follow the script

"She stole from a legend. Now he’s watching.” Sera was raised in silence and smoke. A thief of unmatched skill, She believes in nothing—not in rules, not in people, not in love. She lives between rooftops and alleyways, Taking what she wants. Vanishing without a trace. Until the night she stole an ancient amulet— One that belonged to Prince Ilarious, A creature of myth, Older than kingdoms, colder than death. From that moment, He began watching. Not chasing. Just… appearing. Smiling. As if what she took wasn’t just his— But part of him. She doesn’t know what he wants. She doesn’t know how to escape. She stole from a legend—and now she pays the price, but the debt is far from clear. (This is a side story to "When Crows Weep". It can be read on its own or after the main novel)