“When the Last Bench Fell Silent”

(WARNING: R+!9 Contents) In a world torn apart by the undead, survival is no longer about just staying alive. It’s about who you’re willing to trust, what you’re willing to give up, and how far you’ll go to feel something human again. Iyisha Clarke, a young doctor with more instinct than experience, crosses paths with Malcolm Briggs, a former Navy SEAL carrying wounds deeper than just the physical. They didn’t plan to travel together, much less depend on each other. But between dodging zombies, stolen kisses, and broken boundaries, their connection becomes harder to ignore. Supplies are scarce, safe zones are shady, and sex in a zombie apocalyptic world is messier than it sounds. Some people are trying to rebuild. Others are just trying to breathe. And somewhere between a dying government and whispered hope, Iyisha and Malcolm might find more than just survival. They might find a reason to live.

Wish thought that if she ever got a second chance at life, she would at least wake up in a better story. A spoiled princess. A doomed villainess on the path to redemption. A heroine adored by powerful husbands. Anything would have been fine. That's how stories were supposed to work. Instead, fate—and whatever twisted cosmic editor writes destinies—casts her in the one role she should never have been reborn into: the fat, ugly, unwanted maiden chosen for sacrifice. She awakens in a body mocked by her tribe, pitied by her parents, and avoided by every man. In a world where beast forms define worth, hers is a joke—a puff-fluff fox, a useless cotton cloud that couldn't frighten a butterfly. Worse still, she is the doomed extra whose sole purpose was to die during the Mating Moon Ritual—her death the trigger that allowed the real female lead, a beautiful, weak princess, to earn the devotion of the four almighty beast deities. The Wind Deity—hot-headed, wild, and dangerously unpredictable. The Solar Deity—arrogant, playful, and impossibly radiant. The Sky Deity—silent, calm, and shrouded in mystery. The Night Deity—cold, calculating, and merciless. Except Wish doesn't die. And her survival breaks everything. The plot stutters. Events twist. Characters act wrong. The world itself seems to notice her refusal to disappear—and begins trying to correct the mistake. Now hunted by fate and trapped in a society where beauty is worshipped, mating marks define destiny, and the weak are meant to be sacrificed, Wish is given one impossible condition for survival: She must derail the story completely. The only way to do that is to draw the attention of the four beings the world revolves around—creatures meant to be untouchable, distant, and divine. One is bound to her by a ritual that should have killed her. One meets her with hostility instead of fate. One sees her existence as a threat that must be erased. One should be incapable of feeling anything at all. They were never meant to notice her. The story was never meant to let her live. So how is she supposed to survive a world that measures worth by beauty and power, when she is fat, unwanted, powerless—and armed with nothing but a useless fluffy fox? Can she break the story that wants her dead? Or will she die exactly as the plot demands?

The most unlucky woman in the world vs The most mysterious man in the world. A piece of paper declaring a marriage alliance between two enemy families was not her business. Because she would never be picked as the bride anyway. Officer Tai Liwu's bad luck was not just broken heels, exploding cars or birds pooping on her head. It also extended to her dating life--which did not exist. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of arresting bad guys and surviving death with zero romance. But when her sister has a panic attack before walking down the aisle, Tai Liwu is shoved into the bridal hall and told to smile. On the other side of the aisle, City Lord Shen Weijun was dealing with his own disaster: his brother, the intended groom had drugged him, put him in the grooms clothes and bolted! Forced to step in under a false identity, Weijun expects nothing more than a political farce. After all, their families are sworn enemies and this wedding is supposed to be a ceasefire, not a love story. But trouble brews when Weijun finds himself falling for the sharp-tongued police officer who can arrest a pickpocket with one hand and chase after her hat with the other. Pretty soon, he is more interested in kissing her than fearing her bad luck and suspicious intentions. And Liwu, her "bad luck" takes a twist when on her wedding night, she awakens a bad luck system, throwing their lives into chaos.

Draco Malfoy survived the flames of the Room of Requirement — only to awaken eleven years old again, on the eve of his first year at Hogwarts. Armed with memories of war, betrayal, and regret, he resolves to change fate: protect his family, guard their legacy, and perhaps even forge unexpected bonds.

In his first life, he was a mortal who swallowed a mysterious stone and died of the plague. In his hundredth life, he was a hero who saved the world, only to be betrayed by those he protected. In his nine-hundred-ninety-ninth life, he was a demon who slaughtered millions, only to be erased by the Heavens themselves. Li Fan has lived the same thirty to forty years for thirty millennia. He is trapped in a cruel time loop, cursed by the Dao itself. No matter how strong he becomes, how many empires he builds, or how deep he hides, "Fate" always conspires to kill him before he can reach the peak. The Universe views him as a virus, and it purges him without fail. Now, Li Fan wakes up in his bed for the 1,000th time. But this time, silence greets him. The Cycle Stone fused to his soul has cracked. The energy is gone. There are no more resets. No more do-overs. If he dies now, he ceases to exist forever. Back in his fifteen-year-old body with garbage aptitude and zero cultivation, Li Fan stands on the edge of the abyss. He has lost his immortality, but he has kept something far more dangerous: The perfect memory of 30,000 years of his life experiences. He knows where every ancient ruin will open down to the second. He knows the fatal weakness of every Sect Ancestor. He knows which useless weed will become a divine cure in ten years, and which "genius" is destined to fall. The Heavens treat all living things as straw dogs? Fine. Then Li Fan will become the fire that burns the straw. Let the final timeline begin.

Hacking was already a bad idea. Stealing the source code of a multibillion-dollar game and hacking it was even worse. Helant just chose to be optimistic. Worst case, he goes to jail. Best case, he gets isekai’d. Turns out, it was the best case. When YGGDRASIL shuts down, Helant doesn’t log out. He crosses into the New World together with Momonga, Nazarick, and every NPC… carrying a fully hacked character build. Maxed races. Broken classes. Faith power that turns belief into raw strength. Let's see how it goes... for others. === 15 Advance chapters: Patreon.com/CorruptElf === This is a translation with some added plot Original: 纳萨力克的圣域神主

He died on a Tuesday. He woke up as Ron Weasley. Not a child pretending to be Ron — a grown man, fully aware, with all the memories of a life already lived and the complete knowledge of a war that hasn't happened yet. He knows how it ends. He knows what it costs. And he has decided, quietly and with considerable patience, that it is going to cost significantly less this time. The plan: destroy the Horcruxes, keep Harry alive, bring everyone home. What he didn't plan for: genuinely loving this family. Becoming someone worth being. Falling, slowly and completely, for a girl who takes his cooking personally. Reincarnation SI. Slow burn romance. Found family. First fanfiction — AI assisted due to English being not my first language. Thank you for reading.

"..." Kushida. Oh, She realised that even Ichinose Honami, cut her off like a lizard's tale, not that important. Just like that straight girl, Horikita. 'Didn't you obviously call me Kushida-chan last time? Why throw me away?' Kushida-san was doubting her life. Where did she go wrong? She looked at Ichinose with a cloud inside her heart. _______________ Kushida tried to defend herself, by trying to use her arms to block Horikita away, but she's more fierce than before. Which caused Kushida to moan out loud, feeling a little excited, her face turning red, "H-Horikita-san-! P-Please, stop! Stop! I-I beg you please forgive me!" _____________ Brief Description - After spending three weeks recovering in the hospital due to a car accident, Hikigaya Hachiman thought he had missed the opportunity to integrate into the class. But he was sent a special recommendation letter by the principal. It was suggested that he'll go to Tokyo, Advanced Nurturing High School, which only opened in May. No copyright infringement intended. I do not own Classroom of the Elite and Oregairu. This is a Fanfic! All credit goes to the author of the series, Kinugasa Syougo, and Wataru Watari. Updates - Mon, Wed, Fri, Sun ____________ To Read 45+ Advanced Chapters, and support this novel, pls join me on Patreon. Link - patreon.com/CoteLover Thank you so much for your Support! __________ 1 Extra Chapter - 100 Power Stones! Hope y'all enjoy the story and vote with Power Stone's to motivate and cheer me up!

The rain lashed against the cracked windowpane, but Vikram didn’t flinch. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the mahogany desk. On the wall opposite him, the crimson splatters of blood hadn't dried yet. Outside, the sun was setting, turning the sky into a deep, haunting shade of red—the exact color he had seen in his nightmares. ​"You crossed the line, Aryan," Vikram said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the silent room. ​Aryan, the man he had trusted with his life for over a decade, stood in the shadows of the corner. A faint, cold smirk played on his lips—a smile not of friendship, but of the poison that had been brewing beneath it. "Betrayal only stings when it comes from the one you trust most, Vikram. It’s the oldest rule in the book." ​The Shadow of Doubt ​Vikram’s mind raced back to the day they had started their journey. He remembered their oath to change the system, to stand as brothers against the world. He hadn't realized that the system had already corrupted the very man standing beside him. One by one, the faces of his team flashed before his eyes—all of them now turned into ghosts of the past. ​"Why?" Vikram asked, his voice cracking slightly. "We had a dream. I treated you like blood." ​Aryan took a slow step forward, the light catching the edge of a silver blade in his hand. "Dreams don’t put food on the table, Vikram. Power and gold are the only truths in this world. And today, with your fall, I secure both." ​The Escape ​Suddenly, the lights flickered and died. Vikram had been counting the seconds for the backup generator to fail. He pulled a small, metallic sphere from his pocket and slammed it onto the floor. A deafening crack echoed, followed by a thick cloud of acrid smoke that filled the room. ​"Get him!" Aryan roared, his voice muffled by the chaos. "Don't let him reach the balcony!" ​Using the darkness as his shield, Vikram lunged toward the open window. He looked down—three stories high. Beneath him sat a rusted getaway car he had parked there hours ago, just in case. Without a second thought, he leapt. The wind whistled in his ears, a cold reminder of his mortality. He hit the roof of the car with a bone-jarring thud, pain radiating through his spine, but he didn't stop. ​A New Fire ​Vikram scrambled into the driver's seat and floored the accelerator. As he sped away into the heart of the city, he glanced at the rearview mirror. His eyes weren't filled with the warmth of friendship anymore. They burned with a new, dark intensity. ​They thought they had broken him. They thought the story ended here. But as the city lights blurred past, Vikram knew this was only the beginning of The Crimson Betrayal.