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Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India

[Anti-Hero | Revenge story] "What the fu..?! I got transmigrated?" "Holy shit… A 44-year-old M!LF, a 25-year-old sister, a 21-year-old younger one, and twin cousins my age? And this idiot was adopted? Thank you, God. I swear I'm not wasting this second chance." 'So this fool was raised like a lamb…but they have no idea that this very lamb is about to turn into a lion.' ********************************************************** Meet, Riku Higashi, a notorious Japanese hacker on the run, dies tragically.  But fate isn't finished with him. He is reborn in India as an 18-year-old high schooler, Rohit with a brand new identity and a house full of tempting opportunities. Raised as the heir to a billionaire, Rohit soon discovers the truth: this life is not a gift, but a countdown. Once he turns twenty, he is meant to be disposed of. What begins as freedom quickly twists into tension. What his handlers fail to realize is that in his past life, Riku was no ordinary criminal. He was a master mind wanted by twenty-one nations—a wolf in sheep's clothing. Given the perfect opportunity, he can return every betrayal a thousandfold. This new life offers pleasure, power, and the tempting possibility of redemption. He could erase his criminal past and live in comfort, untouched by shadows. But fate has other plans. The very secret organization responsible for his death has resurfaced, haunting his path to power once more. As his past tightens its grip, Rohit must choose: hide behind a new face—or confront the darkness head-on. To the world, he could become a billionaire prodigy. To the underworld, a relentless hunter. And this time, he has everything to lose, and everything to take back. One thing is certain. His story will not be confined within a single nation’s borders. More Tags: #Psychological, #Revenge, #FamilyBusiness, #DarkRomance, #Possesive, #Corruption, #Blackmail, #Scifi, #Mafia, #Espionage, #FaceSlapping, #WifeStealing Notes: - Recommended for Kink Lovers and Tabboo themes. - System mentioned is Ai based(no-magic). It will be introduced after ch-65. - Dont jump to R-18 , or you would miss up the connecting links.Every plot has a meaning. - The story is based on fiction, and any resemblance to real-life place , person, brand or events should be considered a coincidence. Treat this as an AU of modern world dynamics where everything is same but names and personalities different. -The cover picture is AI-based. In case anyone has any issues, please feel free to reach out to me. Thank you for reading. Chapter Release Schedule as per Indian Standard Time Official Timing: 23:30 IST – 24:30 IST(Daily chapter release) Optional Timing: 11:30 IST – 12:30 IST(Occasional bonus release) Event Timing: Random(Bonus or mass chapter drops) Expected Output:8 to 12 chapters per week(~1.5k–2k words each)
Hawkclaw · 1.4m Views

PATHS TO FAITH

King She was a diamond amongst dirt. And she was mine. The room was dark save for the soft blue glow of the television washing over her face. She didn't know I was watching her. She rarely did. She had fallen asleep the way she always did — quietly, without fuss, her arm wrapped around my torso and her head resting against my shoulder as though she had been designed to fit exactly there. My fingers moved through her soft brown hair slowly, unhurried, the way a man moves when he has nowhere else to be and nothing more to want. I had everything I needed in this room. Her long lashes cast small shadows against her smooth cheeks. Her button nose, her lips — every detail of her face felt like a deliberate act of creation. Perfectly proportioned by the Almighty, as though He had taken particular care. And perhaps He had. Perhaps this was what it felt like to receive a blessing you had not earned and could not fully explain. How did I get so lucky? SubhanAllah. I thought about the years before her. The years I did not like to think about for too long. I had moved through women the way some men move through cities — without settling, without intending to, leaving nothing of value behind. The daughters and sisters of other men, treated as though they existed only for my entertainment. I had not been cruel in the way that leaves visible marks. But I had been careless, which is its own kind of cruelty. I had taken what was offered and moved on without looking back. Those women had given pieces of themselves to men like me. Men who held them briefly, treated them gently for a season, and then grew bored and disappeared. A cycle that diminished everyone inside it. I had been part of that cycle without shame, without question, without ever stopping to consider what I was actually doing. Until her. She had waited. In a world that told her waiting was weakness, that guarding herself was old-fashioned, that purity was something to be embarrassed about — she had waited anyway. She had preserved herself not out of fear but out of faith. Out of a deep and quiet belief that she was worth more than what the world was offering. That somewhere, there was a man who would receive her as the gift she was. Allah (swt) had chosen me to be that man. Of all men. Me. I still did not fully understand it. I suspected I never would. But I had made a promise to myself on the night we married, a promise I renewed every morning without speaking it aloud — that I would spend every day of my life being worthy of what I had been given. That I would show her through action, not declaration, how profoundly I understood the weight of this blessing. We would not be together only until death parted us, the way the old vows go. By the will of Allah, we would meet again beyond this life. In Paradise, where I would have forever to love her the way she deserved. Forever was not enough.
Zarin_Quinn · 9.8k Views

My Tribrid System: More than a Monster

{69K words before locked] Fifty years ago, a shower of meteors descended from the skies. With them came a strange, colorful mist that wiped out ten percent of humanity and changed the world forever. Ten years later, the real nightmare began. From beyond the stars came the Abberants — massive, intelligent, ape-like creatures standing over nine meters tall. Stronger, faster, technologically superior, they declared themselves the rightful rulers of Earth and plunged humanity into a war it never asked for. On the brink of extinction, humanity survived only because of one miracle. Meta-Humans. Humans who awakened extraordinary abilities and pushed the Abberants back. Some shared their powers to protect mankind. Others hoarded them, turning strength into bloodline privilege. Ray Dawson was never one of them. At least, not at first. Just a boy with an ordinary life, working in secret to save enough money to buy an ability book and change his fate — without his mother ever knowing. The day his dream was supposed to come true, everything was taken from him. An Abberant attack left Ray with nothing but rage, grief, and a shattered future. Sent to a brutal survival camp meant to forge soldiers, Ray’s life should have ended quietly like countless others. Instead, an accident changed everything. ... [Searching...] [Search Complete] [Ding! Trial completed] [All forms of pained endured by specimen.] [Soul and body compatible with the system] [Congratulations Host! You have successfully awakened the Tribrid System] ... Ray awakens The Tribrid System — a system that does not grant him a single power, but awakens three sentient existences within him, each tied to a different bloodline, each with its own will… and its own strength; Trying to takeover and make him a monster. As Ray fights, grows stronger, levels up, and evolves, he begins to merge these other selves into one body — unlocking power far beyond ordinary Meta-Humans. But the Abberants are only the beginning. Hidden truths, internal human conflicts, and enemies far worse than beasts await beyond the battlefield. This is the story of a boy who lost everything — and chose to become the weapon humanity needs. Will Ray survive the external and internal war raging? Find out more in this book; Evolution. Survival. Ascension. Follow Ray Dawson as he rises through the Vanguard, forms his squad, and walks the path toward becoming something the Abberants and even the world never accounted for. __ The Discord Server for the book has been created. Here is the link: https://discord.gg/eN7em7Q38
KBKayboy · 444.9k Views

Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most

Neon is a broke high school student whose only escape is reading Omegaverse novels. He’s a loyal reader—he devours every single Omegaverse story he can get his hands on. His favorite right now? Angel in Hell, a bestselling novel he loves with all his heart. Neon adores everything about it… except one thing: Zyren Kael. A D-class Alpha. The villain. The nightmare of the whole book. Villains are meant to be hated, but Zyren is on another level—cruel, stupid, obsessive, and always ruining the precious omega Angel’s life. Neon curses him every time he appears on the page. But the night he finishes the novel, Neon dies in an accident. And when he opens his eyes again… he’s not in his tiny cheap apartment. He’s lying in a luxurious bedroom inside an expensive mansion— reborn as Zyren Kael, the villain he hates the most. Neon swears he will NOT follow the villain’s tragic path. He refuses to be cruel. He refuses to follow the book’s script. He plans to live quietly, avoid trouble, marry a side-character beta, and spend his days peacefully. But the novel itself refuses to follow its own plot. So why— Why are all the male leads obsessed with him? Why is the main character suddenly in love with him? Why is everyone chasing after him? Why does the world treat him like he’s the true protagonist? He was supposed to be the villain. So why does he feel like the main character instead? What on earth is happening to this story…?
Meowly24 · 615.4k Views

As a Blacksmith in the World of Jujutsu Kaisen

[Note: This novel is updated on every even-numbered date] My name is Kenji Satoshi. In my first life, I worked as a Game Item Designer—someone who designed weapons, artifacts, and various objects with strange functions for virtual worlds. My days were spent in front of a screen, drowning in endless work. Like an ending far too common, I died from exhaustion. Nothing dramatic—just darkness… and then I woke up again. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was inside the body of a small child, bearing the exact same name as mine. That confusion, however, quickly turned into fear. This world was not the Earth I knew. I saw Cursed Spirits—creatures that should have existed only in anime. The strangeness deepened when I saw the name of the Shinomiya Family on television, and discovered Kuoh City while searching for information on the internet. That was when I understood. This was not an ordinary world, but a crossover world formed from various anime I had once watched. A dangerous world—chaotic, unforgiving, and utterly hostile to an ordinary person like me. A simple yet terrifying question kept echoing in my mind: could I survive here? The answer came when I was attacked by a Cursed Spirit and nearly died. At the very edge of destruction, something within me awakened—my Innate Technique. I gained the ability to forge, create, and reconstruct various objects with diverse functions using Cursed Energy. This power did not make me strong from the start. My energy reserves were limited, and every creation carried its own risks. But one thing was certain—I would survive. In this cursed world, I would forge my own path. [Announcement! I’ve said this several times, but I’ll explain it again. English is not my main language, so I use AI to help with translate. If I use Google Translate, there will be issues like incorrect he/she usage and other problems. This novel is truly written by me, not by AI. If it feels like AI, that’s because I use AI for translation. If you’re wondering why it’s very detailed, it’s because I had a bad experience before. In my earlier novels, many people said the story jumped around too much, lacked detail, and was unclear. Now, in my current novel, I make every chapter detailed, but you say it’s made by AI. What do you actually want? What do you want? When I make it less detailed, you say it’s bad. When I make it detailed, you say it’s AI-made! Honestly, you ask for too much! What do you think I am? A god? I’m just a writer, so please don’t make me stressed.]
Andi_Dri · 1.1m Views

Lustful Way to Immortality, From Primitive Boy to Immortal God

On an auspicious night, a mysterious spirit descended from the unknown origin. It swept to a humble hut, before merging into the very soul of a young boy named Fuyu. Fuyu was a normal boy, living with his adopted family, working his ass off to help the family and himself to survive the winter, to be able to live till next summer. Till that one night, everything changed. His ignorant self realized something that was beyond the capability for any mortal in the tribe to ever grasp, what he learned through the help of that siprit. Fuyu who was naive and only knew few survival tricks, learned about the upper realms, spirits, multiple worlds, spiritual energy, beastman, fairies, dragons, Gods, Immortals, Emperors, and many more. His narrow worldview, had completely shattered on this discovery with the help of that unknown origin spirit, granting him an entire new life goal to achieve something that his previous self would never, even dreamed of even in thousand lifetime. His goal and pursuit of life changed, his priorities shifted. His simple origin as a side character was gone. With this knowledge the journey began, from surviving to dominating not only to this world but worlds beyond worlds, Realms beyond Realms. But with such large ambition, that can swallow even a fated one, his simple village, tribal life had also transformed to a brutal calculations and manipulation. Even One's wrath can kill him like an ant, but for the perseverance of his presuit, would he be crushed by the immortals like a beast, or would he rise above the heaven? Be a part of his beautiful yet dangerous journey, of this primitive boy. Synopsis won't do justice read the chapter yourself and determine. Read at least 20 chapters before deciding. Well it's in updating phase so sorry for inconvenience in reading. NOTE- The real story of absolute manipulation and power dynamics will start from when Mc would get reincarnated in immortal world, until then enjoy the primitive setting and ignore if you find something illogical because it was primitive world not modern world. So be kind enough to not judge before reading significant chapters as early chapters might be bit bad. Additional tag- Netori, Milf, Immortal Faries, mother and daughter pair, weak to strong, Loyal wives. here the reader's reward - ABDHY2TQSG8EH935A for 10 people only
FengShaoEatsbrain · 1m Views

One Piece: I Became the World’s Queen

A modern-day beauty, Luna, is transported to the world of One Piece. A story of freedom and adventure unfolds, and she decides that since she's here, she's determined to make a name for herself. Who says women are inferior to men? She'll become the new queen of this world! At the start, you gain access to the system's power, receive a beginner's gift pack, Greeza's power template, and awaken three types of Haki. At the same time, her identity is also quite extraordinary. Recruiting crew members from the original One Piece world, including Kuina, Carmen, Kaya, Nojiko, and Uta, who did not die. The summoned companions from another world are Galactron MK2, Platinum Rumble, Asada Shino, Tatsumaki, Dia, Lilimon, and Diancie. All-new power, and even original partners, are here. Starting from the East Blue, defeat all enemies, become the fifth Emperor of the Sea, crush the Marines, destroy the Celestial Dragons, punch the Five Elders and Im, and finally dominate the pirate world. To become a world queen admired and worshipped by thousands. Red-Haired Shanks: "The Sister Pirates? How interesting. Uta is all yours then." Usopp, Sanji, and Nami: "Kaya/Carmen/Sister, what's wrong with you...!?" Vegapunk: "I'm shocked. My research abilities are no match for a teenage girl." Sengoku: "Why is this pirate crew, composed entirely of women, so strong?" Garp: "You're his granddaughter, aren't you?" Luffy breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, Rosamund Kwan isn't going to steal my title as Pirate King." Among the Five Elders, Im cried out in despair, "Can anyone tell us how to fight the Void?"
SolyuraMT · 1m Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 644.5k Views