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OVERLORD: THE PROTECTOR OF NAZARICK

ShiroTL
Having transmigrated into the world of Overlord as one of the Forty-One Supreme Beings, Siegfried’s goal is simple: protect Nazarick, support Ainz Ooal Gown loyally, and enjoy his new immortal life in peace. But nothing ever goes according to plan. Thanks to his uncanny charisma—and perhaps a little too much “acting”—the denizens of Nazarick begin interpreting his every gesture in the most… problematic ways. Demiurge, ever the overthinker, claims to have deduced the “true will” of the Supreme Beings and now seeks to offer the entire world to Siegfried as tribute. Cocytus, inspired by ancient warrior traditions, appoints himself “Captain of Procreation.” Mare’s once-innocent gaze grows increasingly unsettling, while even Aura—usually so cheerful and carefree—finds herself teetering on the edge of corruption. And then there’s Albedo. Every time she sees him, her crimson eyes gleam with a hunger that terrifies even the undead. “Ainz,” Siegfried pleads one day, “can’t you please control her?” Ainz scratches his skull in confusion. “…Ah. Right. I may have accidentally changed your setting to ‘beloved object of all female NPCs.’” “WHAT?!” Visit patreon.com/ShiroTL for more chapters.
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Her Name Awakens a Slumbering Fate

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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