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#DarkRomance #ModernRoyalty #PossessiveAlpha #DominantOmega #AlphaDominant #RoyalCourt #ForcedEngagement #SlowBurn #ABO #PowerImbalance #ChosenMate #PoliticalMarriage Dean Fitzgeralt has spent his life protected by power, choice, and the careful distance his family built around him. As a dominant omega born into one of the Empire’s most influential houses, he knows what the world expects of him and how carefully those expectations must be managed. When political pressure closes in, Dean makes a choice meant to end a growing diplomatic standoff: he accepts an engagement to Crown Prince Arion of Alamina without truly knowing the man behind the proposal. Arion is a dominant alpha whose power comes with a brutal truth: without a mate, he is dangerously close to madness. If he goes berserk, entire regions could pay the price. Dean is the only solution. Now bound by his choice, Dean must leave everything familiar behind and step into Alamina’s court, where patience is lethal, possession is quiet but absolute, and Arion’s restraint rests on him alone. He chose this willingly. What he didn’t know was how dangerous being chosen back would be. Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King Taming the Wild Beast of Alamina

My name is Izanami Jun, and this is my second life story as a cafe owner.

The most anticipated game of the year releases today. Hailed as the most immersive and realistic MMORPG experience ever to grace the gaming industry, promising a living and vibrant world with limitless freedom, and a tower said to stretch beyond the clouds. Millions of gamers rush to log in, eager to compete and leave their mark on history. Hans is no different—a shut-in gamer with no friends, clinging to games as his only escape from a reality he never quite fit into. When the headgear released it had sold out in minutes, but luckily. [Pre-order Confirmed] When the package finally arrives, Hans barely hesitates. He locks his door, draws the curtains, and fits the headgear over his face, the world fading as the system boots up. This was supposed to be his escape. But then— “Huh? Why can’t I log out?” [Log Out Declined] Again. [Log Out Declined] Silence. Just a bug he thought, but. Panic. Everyone, every player he met couldn't log out. Was it really just a bug? Then as if to affirm his thoughts. [Notice! Log out has been permanently disabled for all players.] As the truth slowly sinks in, Hans realizes the impossible: this world won’t let him leave and death may not mean a respawn. The towering structure looming above him is no mere dungeon—it’s a prison with a hundred floors and only one way forward. And that is when the game truly begins.

What is a monster? Humans normally define monsters as fear inducing, bloodthirsty creatures bent on destruction. But to Noah? Monsters were the humans who despised him without justifications, who taught him to loathe himself just for being human. Life was hell, a hell that was surrounded by “monsters”. Until one day, the world changed. Humans were suddenly graced by a Divine voice, one that warned of their extinction, but also promised them power. They were bestowed with a system, a system to aid their fight for survival, to survive against monsters. And when humanity was given that chance to survive, Noah chose to walk a path of a tamer, to befriend the very monsters that were threatening the humans' extinction. As he tamed the monsters, learned from them, bonded with them, shedding the last remnants of what it was to be human. Noah began to wonder, is it wrong to be considered a monster? Feedback is definitely appreciated, good or bad, let's make the story good together. I would like to note that the main character isn’t completely ruthless, he's more chaotically neutral. There’s a lot of good stories out there with ruthless, bloodthirsty, cold hearted main characters so if that’s what your interest in then I’m sorry to disappoint you.

Ye Chen was an honest and hardworking man, but he caught his girlfriend who was having an affair with a wealthy second generation, because of his sadness he decided to return to his hometown to calm down, while on his way he met a god cultivator and ended up being his student . After that his life began to change, on the right and left arms holding the Beautiful girl, from the start of the School flower, rich young women, beautiful teachers, beauty Ceo, famous beauty stars, beautiful goddesses. one by one the women came to him

Lin Yuexin’s life was perfectly normal—until a black cat broke her phone… and its owner turned out to be a suspiciously handsome man who spoke as if they shared a tragic past. Which they did not. Before she could question him further, Yuexin found herself in the past—where that same man was colder, more dangerous… and her enemy. Worse, the only person willing to help her was his rival. Now caught between two men on opposing sides, Yuexin must find a way back to her own time— while uncovering the truth behind her brother’s disappearance.

Fanfic based on Guilty Three's Shadow Slave. Watch as Milo Chrome attempts to survive in the harrowing depths of the dream realm with a unique technology based aspect. Cover Art is made by @0mmmmm7777777 on Twitter. All credit goes to that guy, his art is cool as hell.

I am currently in Konoha and have just become Orochimaru's apprentice. "So, is the Sharingan's transformation from one tomoe to two or three tomoe due to genetic mutation, or something else?" Staring at the restrained Uchiha test subject in front of him, Kenichi Amamiya's eyes shine with intense curiosity. Orochimaru silently accepts the thick stack of pages in his hand, titled “Research Report on the Impact of Soul Reincarnation on the Body.” When Orochimaru receives a paper titled “Research Report on the Impact of Soul Reincarnation on the Body” from his disciple, only one thought crosses his mind: This kid is even more dangerous than I am

Brought there to fulfill someone else's wish of his own free will, a young man can't help but wake up in the middle of the noisy, vibrant, and stinking Night City. A place where breaking a wrist can mean you've killed someone. A place where you can replace the weak flesh your parents give you with state-of-the-art implants, as long as you have enough Eurodollars. A place where even rats and pigeons are considered gourmet dishes, if you can manage to find one in your entire life. The essence of capitalism and artificiality is everywhere: the stale air in the streets, the suspicious-smelling water on the floor, the ultra-processed food from the vending machine in your own rented apartment in the megatower... "This place could use a little real life," the young man said, rolling up his sleeves, as he had a lot of work ahead of him. *I do not own Cyberpunk 2077 or any other universe or reference that will appear, except for the MC and the characters of my invention

After a rather unfortunate death at the hands of her own sibling, a woman had been gifted the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance at rebirth! Not only that, but she was given something she had wanted for all her life, a bookstore! But wait...her name is now Wanda Maximoff?! And is that Batman!? And why is Death stalking her?! Find out more in the rather...interesting adventures of a "simple" bookstore owner! ____________________________ READ BELOW! Tags - Yuri, small harem (2 girls), overpowered, godlike, smut, neutral mc, chaotic neutral mc, romance, action, female mc (no futanari), chaotic, fast paced, slice of life (Primarily), bookstore fic, DC, Marvel.

[SPECIAL QUEST: Objective: Have sex with Selene on a crowded metro train. Success Condition: Keep her quiet and avoid being seen. Reward: +7 SP | Unlock: ‘Shadow Touch’ | Bond Access with Selene initiated.] Nash Blaze blinked at the screen. “Excuse me… what?” .............. They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living. Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball. A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums. No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power. Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it. And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever. Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars. But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out. "You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court." Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace. Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear. Until something inside him snapped. [REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: Legacy Now, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top. The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon. Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt… You don't rise. You burn your way up.

[I’m combining every two original chapters into one for this fanfic. So if you see we’re at Chapter 200 here, that actually corresponds to around Chapter 400 in the original version.] Reborn as Brook—52 years before the events of One Piece—our protagonist defies fate, escaping from the depths of the Underworld to carve his own legend! Big Mom? Just a 16-year-old homeless pirate—recruit her! Whitebeard? Only 22 and still in a crew—bring him in! Redfield? The legendary loner—he's mine now! With his sights set on the future's strongest warriors, Brook sets sail to the Vodka Kingdom to find Kaido. If the next era is destined to be ruled by monsters, then he’ll make sure they sail under his flag! The Hell Pirates rise—dominating the Grand Line with power, ambition, and a crew destined to shake the world!

being an outsider Thorne never thought he could get in a luxurious transport but after being chosen by the god of knowledge to gain power and now, he can ride transport vehicles... ****** also an evil god is trying to take his body

Romance: Taylor Swift What if you woke up in 2007 and became teammates with a young Kevin Durant at the University of Texas? For Chen Yan, this isn’t a dream—it’s his new reality. With the activation of the [Strongest Basketball Plugin], he instantly integrates the legendary Allen Iverson Template. Handles, speed, swagger—he’s got it all. But unlike Iverson, Chen Yan stands taller, stronger, and just as relentless. Iverson: "He’s got everything I had… but in a bigger frame!" Kobe: "This kid makes me want to fight harder. I live for games against him!" Reporter: "Michael, how would you describe Chen Yan?" Jordan: "Elite skills. Elite body. Elite will to win." Reporter: "And after that?" Jordan: "After that… the NBA’s over." From the madness of March to the bright lights of the NBA, follow the rise of a new basketball legend who rewrites history, breaks records, and challenges icons. When the court becomes his kingdom, only one question remains— Can anyone stop Chen Yan?

Adam's quiet life with his family is shattered, and he is thrown into a world ruled by the supernatural. The weak boy must find his place in the endless chaos, populated by people with supernatural powers, Demons, Gods, and even cosmic horrors whose names cannot be spoken. Adam must face them not just to survive but to uncover the mysteries of the universe, protect others, and find his true role and purpose. This is the tale of a boy who began with nothing and wrote the end.

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”

"The law says a Queen cannot rule. The King says the law must be cheated to save the world." To protect the Seven Kingdoms from the rising darkness of Draeven Zareth, King Aetheron and his most trusted ally, Lord Kaelor, commit a desperate act of high treason. They swap their newborn children. Azeal, the son of a Lord, is raised as the Crown Prince—the "False Heir" who must endure the brutal Shadowed Abyss to prove his worth. Vaelora, the true Princess, is raised in the shadows of the court, her royal blood hidden to keep her safe from ancient laws and even deadlier enemies. But fate cannot be tricked so easily. As Azeal and Vaelora grow up together, a forbidden love ignites between them—a bond that defies the roles they were forced to play. Azeal fights to become the strongest King Solthera has ever seen, while Vaelora becomes the fire that guides his soul. When the Shadowed Abyss calls, the test is not just of strength, but of the heart. As Draeven Zareth’s forbidden magic breaches the borders, the truth of the swap begins to leak like poison. Azeal must face the ultimate trial: If he is not the true King, can his love and courage still save the woman he was born to protect? A saga of sacrifice, ancient trials, and a love that asks the heavens for one more chance: "Born me again." "This story is also being published on Royal Road by Barniya."*

Prince Noir was an illegitimate child of the Emperor of Ray Kingdom. He grew up in a secret sect, learning from a reclusive master until, on his eighteenth birthday, his Emperor father came to pick him up. Noir worked diligently for his big brother the Crown Prince Licht, and his fame as a capable and intelligent prince spread far and wide. Until, on his twenty first birthday, Noir fell off the imperial viewing tower. And landed in a bathtub. A bathtub with a very handsome man in it. A handsome man with the face of his reclusive master…! “Master…!” Noir cried tearfully. “You saved me again…!” The handsome man pointed a gun at Noir’s head in response.