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To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring into The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. Chronisoul is a story that pays off, only if you wait. (He doesn't look anything like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool.)

another universe, another story still same love

In this world, women dominate everything. The reason for that? Ether A primal source of energy in this modern fantasy world that could only be wielded by women. This created a matriarchal society in which men were below women. But amongst this, Brandon found a way to use this Ether, and heck, he can even copy skills from other women? However, nothing in this world is free. Even Heaven demands death. So his powers also came with a peculiar condition... ------------------------- Additional tags: R-18 | SMUT | NO NTR | NO YURI It starts a bit slow at first... hang in there :) Schedule: 8 - 14 chaps a week

[Urban LitRPG System has been Awakened!!] [New Main Mission: Get a beautiful female to like you] [Mission: Get Into a Prestigious university] [Passed] [Passing Grade: SS+] [Reward: Palladium Credit Card Elite Tier (Item), Locksmith God Tier (Skill)] What if your life turns into an RPG game? Maximilian worked hard all his life. He got into LMU Munich, Germany’s best university, relying solely on a government allowance as his financial support. He thought life would finally become easy—but just as hope settled in, the rug was pulled out from under him. Apparently, an orphan is no orphan once he turns eighteen. Hungry and exhausted, collapsing on the street and convinced he was about to die, Maximilian heard a sudden [Ding!!] echo inside his head. He thought it was the funeral toll of a church. Ready to forgive the world and disappear forever, he closed his eyes—only to realize that fate had a very different plan in store for him. Other Tags: #litrpg #milf #academy #doctor #handsomeMC #game #money #NOntr #MMA #MotoGP

#Forbidden Love, #Sweet, #Doting, #Sweet Revenge "Why can't they let me go? I have done everything for them! I sacrificed everything, and I gave them everything, even my own eyes... I betrayed the only person who ever loved me! Why are you doing this to me? Why do they have to do this to me? " Zhou Yuxi, who was blind and crippled, crawled through the floor, she didn't know where to head or where to move to, but she was determined to crawl forward. She was determined to end this kind of life! She was determined to crawl to the end; she wanted to end all these miseries. "Just go on as you are going! Your end is just there... Just nearby, go on..." She could hear that voice that she wasn't familiar with and couldn't decipher if it was a female or male! But why was that voice telling her the end was just close by? Did this mean that she just needed to crawl forward, and she would get to the end? She struggled but kept moving until she felt she was at the edge of the unknown floor; she didn't stop but crawled forward, only to fall. "Nooooo! Don't..." She could hear that familiar voice trying to stop her but it was a tad bit too late. She opened her crippled hands trying to feel the fresh air.

"Wu Long, the God of Pleasure, has fallen as he failed to breakthrough." This news have shocked all of the Seven Boundless Worlds. Meanwhile, a sixteen-year-old disciple of a dual cultivation sect was startled awake from a coma, and after some moments of calming down and gathering his thoughts, a dangerous light flickered deep in his eyes: "Jun Shaoshan, I will climb back to the top and make you pay for everything, no one has ever been safe after offending me, Wu Long!" -------------- Dual cultivation is a method of cultivation that can be seen described in a lot of cultivation novels where a man and a woman cultivates together by having sex. -------------- ***DIscord Link: https://discord.gg/kDpJF6MUjr The Image on the cover is AI-generated with some minor adjustments and text editing done over it. Please check the auxiliary chapter with Frequently Asked Questions since there may be some answers to the questions you might want to ask. If you want to ask questions regarding the novel before reading you can do so in the comment section of the said auxiliary chapter. If you have posted a review and it is not appearing on the novel page and not changing the novel score, it may have stuck in the system (happened in the past and occasionally happening now). Please comment under the FAQ auxiliary chapter mentioned above if you notice this happen. I can usually contact support in daytime on weekdays and the problem is fixed within days and the 'stuck' reviews appear on the page. Thank you XD -------------- ***The explicit chapters will be marked in the chapter name after the chapter number as (R18) and will contain no crucial plot, only explicit scene, so if you want to read it as a novel without explicit scenes you absolutely can by just skipping the explicit chapters. Though as a disclaimer: dual cultivation IS the theme of the novel so there will still be some provocative or slightly explicit content in the normal chapters, but not full-on long explicit scenes. ***Since it seems that there are a lot of people that are very particular about what they want I will put here some of the things to expect so that it is easier for people to decide if they want to read this or not: - NO yaoi, NO yuri, NO incest ; - NO rape ( it may be mentioned, but only as a thing that exists, not in relation to any particular character ); - MC's heroines will NEVER cheat on him; - MC's heroines will NOT ALWAYS have V cards (but there will be a lot of them who do); These are all non-negotiable so if you cannot tolerate a novel that adheres to any of the above sentences you should probably skip this one. !!! WARNING (ADVERTISEMENT) there will be MILFs. XD

Celine Monroe has walked down the aisle seven times, and walked away richer, wiser, and completely disillusioned. Love? A scam. Happy endings? Fairy tales sold to little girls. After building an empire out of alimony and high-profile divorces, she’s unapologetically ruthless, emotionally detached, and the queen of starting over. August Creed, a talented, broody chef with a three-year-old son and scars no one sees. After his late wife shattered his trust and reputation, August keeps his heart locked behind a kitchen door. He cooks, he parents, he survives. They meet by accident. Sparks fly. Walls go up. She doesn’t believe in love. He doesn’t believe in people. But fate isn’t asking for permission. Eight might be her final number. And maybe, just maybe, her first real love. This isn’t a love story. It’s a redemption.

She was sold to the man who wants her dead. Princess Liora Ashenbane wakes up in a golden cage, drugged, betrayed, and handed over to the Alpha King of the werewolves. Thessian Nightfang believes she murdered his mate and slaughtered his people. The evidence shows her face. The punishment is death. She has three weeks until the full moon to prove she’s innocent. Three weeks to survive his hatred. Three weeks to uncover the truth. Three weeks before the Alpha King rips her throat out. But the massacre wasn’t what it seemed, and Liora is the key to a conspiracy that could destroy both humans and werewolves. Enemies to lovers. Weak to strong. Golden cage. Alpha King with a broken heart. She falls for the man who swore to kill her. This is very dark.

Chase Saunders is your everyday guy who graduated from MIT but with the job market as it was, he could only get a job working in a warehouse. And after working in such a harsh environment for so long, he couldn't help but be dead tired. He was so dead tired that his bed felt amazing. It was only when he tried to sleep on his stomach that he noticed some objects were stuck on his forehead. preventing him from getting comfortable. "Did Gerry prank me again?" It didn't take long for Chase to realize that whatever was stuck on his forehead wasn't coming off, and when he found a mirror he saw a set of horns growing from his head.

Kael Viremont woke up to the stench of mold and a title that was basically a death warrant. He wasn’t the golden child or the brave war hero. He was the spare—the family embarrassment dumped on a rotting frontier estate that even the gods had given up on. He was left with nothing but starving people, hostile neighbors, and a "curse" that kept the locals whispering in the dark. The world expected him to roll over and die quietly. But they dragged the wrong man into this mess. Back in his old life, Kael didn’t pray for solutions; he engineered them. He doesn’t care about noble bloodlines or the "divine right" to rule. While the other lords are busy stabbing each other in the back for scraps of land, Kael is in the dirt. He’s fixing the plows. He’s organizing the workers. He’s turning a graveyard into a powerhouse by treating magic like a math problem that’s long overdue for a solution. But there’s a reason this land was abandoned. Something is buried deep under the Viremont soil—a secret that proves the world’s history is a lie. Now that Kael is digging, the powers that be are starting to notice. The shadows are moving, and the "miracles" are starting to bleed. Kael didn’t claw his way back from the dead just to survive a few seasons. He’s here to build something unshakeable. If the laws of reality don't like his plans, he’ll just have to break them and build something better.

"Do you know where you are?" "Who cares which hell I fall into!" Dakota responded coldly. "Do you know what I do with my enemies?" "You kill them and drink their blood!" Dakota never imagined attending her sister's engagement party would turn her life upside down. The man she loved twice, the mate she gave everything to, the father of the twins she nearly died birthing, is marrying her sister. Raising their son. Living the life he promised her. With her memories flooding back in devastating waves, Dakota does the only thing she can: she runs. Straight into enemy territory. Into the hands of Alpha Kade, the rival her pack has feared for years. He should kill her. Use her as leverage. Start a war. Instead, he offers her refuge. But when her mate comes demanding her return, claiming the bond can't be broken, Dakota faces an impossible choice: The man who destroyed her twice, or the enemy who's offering her a chance to destroy him back. Some loves are forbidden. Some are fatal. And some enemies... become everything.

A 27-year-old American named Ryan was doing his usual morning run through a forest in the United States Midwest when he was attacked by a magical orb that transported him to another world. While in this other World, he finds himself captured by a tribe of Dark Elves that summoned him and another human. This other guy that was captured with Ryan, is a Japanese teen who goes by the name Hiro. Unfortunately for Ryan, Hiro is a delusional edgy otaku who believes he's the Main Character and thinks he can get away with anything. This just adds more of an obstacle for Ryan to overcome. And he's worried about what the Dark Elves are planning to do with them as they force them to kill monsters. Causing their bodies to absorb mana. At some point the Dark Elves get attacked by a holy group known as the Divine Three, who are trying to rid the world of all subspecies, try to murder him. Ryan barely escaped with his life only for him to get chased by goblins into a Labyrinth. And worst of all, the mana from all the humans and monsters he had slayed has been affecting his body in weird ways as he begins to transform into a Dark (Female?!?) Elf with the extremely rare ability to heal anything. #GenderBender #WeakToStrong #Smut

I own nothing. Julia Wicker was about to be attacked by Reynard the Fox, a trickster God when time froze as the God who rules all chose her as the vessel for his power as she had knowledge and power to rule all as she took Reynard’s divine spark to make an example of him but also to all evil or Gods who abuse there power to harm the innocent in the multiverses. MC is Lesbian cause after that she’s done with men in romance and OP.

I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office. Empty. I let out a small breath. "Pheew…" Looks like the CEO isn't here yet. I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk. The chair was… different. Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive. The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took. For a second… I let myself relax. My thoughts drifted. My mother. It's been a month. No calls. No visits. But she's fine… Kelvin said so. "She's in a coma." My chest tightened. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. Just one..... A hand gripped my jaw. Firm. Cold. My breath caught as my head was tilted upward, And then I saw him. My heart stopped. He was.. No… that wasn't normal. No man should look like that. Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born. A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control. And his eyes… Cold. Not empty. Just… calculating. His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous. Too perfect. Too wrong. Too handsome. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice… Low. Smooth. Something that didn't ask twice. A shiver ran down my spine. I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality. "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?" A pause. Then A smile. Cold. Slow. Dangerous. "Your dream huh…?" he repeated. I nodded slightly, still dazed. "Okay." The word came out too easily. Too calmly. His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered. My brows pulled slightly. "…a brave, innocent little cat." My heart skipped. "But she didn't have to drug you." Erica…? Cat…? Drug…? This dream is getting confusing... Before I could think. He moved. Fast. Too fast. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward... And his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened. Warm. Firm. Possessive. "Mmm…" The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Why does this feel so real…? Is this how dreams feel? My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good. My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair. Soft. Smooth. Too real. I pulled slightly. "This is too—" Pain shot through my lip. "Ouch!" He bit me. I froze. Pain. Real pain. My eyes snapped open fully. This isn't a dream. Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the CEO's office. I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair. My face burned. I couldn't even look at him. My head dropped immediately. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. With shaky hands, I pointed to the table. "Y-your coffee… sir." Silence. Heavy. Thick. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. I need to get out. Now. I turned quickly, reaching for the door. "Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce??? I froze. Slowly… I turned back. "Who are you?" he asked again. This time, colder. Clearer. "My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir." A scoff. Sharp. "Assistant?" His footsteps were slow as he moved closer. "Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?" My throat tightened. "Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…" A pause. Then, lower till he got to my height level "…little cat." My fingers tightened around the door handle. "I..I have to go, sir." Coward. "Call me if you need anything else." I didn't wait. I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me. messing up on the first day of my mission!!! how ironic.

When a Luna turns cold, her heart begins to lose interest. How disappointing that truth is. “You’re my mate. My Luna and it is your duty to give me an heir.” “But I no longer want to be your Luna.” I respond and Immediately, his eyes goes dark. The man I once chased, the man I once thought was my forever. Now, I feel nothing but exhaustion. My wolf, Kira, is quiet and withdrawn from the mate bond. “I’m tired, Mateo,” I say. “Tired of pretending this bond still means anything.”

He was supposed to be just another spoiled heir flatlining on a penthouse floor. One more overdose. One more file stamped “troubled rich boy.” Then Dr. Rowan Blackwood looked at him like he was someone not special and that single, stupid moment of boldness lit a fuse no one saw coming. Now the seventeen-year-old billionaire heir won’t stop until he owns Rowan completely. Body. Mind. Soul. He’ll buy the hospital wing if he has to. He’ll show up at 3 a.m. outside Rowan’s locked apartment door. He’ll burn every boundary, break every rule, ruin every excuse Rowan tries to hide behind because once someone sees the real, bleeding boy underneath the cocaine and couture, Nyx Ravencroft doesn’t let go. Ever. Rowan should run. Ethics scream it. The law demands it. Her career would survive it. But every time those fever-bright eyes lock on hers, every time that trembling, manic hand reaches out like it’s drowning… something inside the unflinching doctor starts to fracture. One wrong touch. One forbidden kiss in the dark. One night where detox sweat and desperate sobs blur into something neither of them can name. They’re definitely not supposed to *need* this. But obsession doesn’t ask for permission. And healing… healing can look a lot like destruction when the wrong two people find each other at the worst possible time. Welcome to the kind of love that ruins lives and might just save them anyway. Dark. Forbidden. Addictive. You won’t look away. Even when you know you should. >>>>>>>> The audio was clean.  Crisp.  Every hitch, every gasp, every whispered "yes" and "more" rendered in perfect high-definition clarity. Rowan's knees buckled.  She caught herself against the door palm flat, sliding down an inch. "That's… that's illegal. You can't... you can't have that." Nyx lowered the phone slowly.  The moans cut off when she paused the video. "Illegal?" he echoed, almost gently. "Like fucking your patient in the backseat? Like letting him finger you until you screamed? Like coming home the next morning and lying to your friends that 'nothing happened'?" >>>>>>>> Age Gap, Obsessive Love, Yandere, Doctor x Patient, Forbidden Romance, Dark Romance, Manipulation, Psychological. >>>>>>>> Note: The cover art for this novel is my original work. Do not repost or use without permission. Cover Illustration [Stranger02]. All rights reserved.

When Agent Gregory Evans is summoned by Vice President Adameck Farraday for a seemingly simple mission—protecting two people—he had no idea he was about to enter one of the most dangerous games of his life. In London, during an event at Scotland Yard headquarters, a brutal murder changes everything. A man is found dead with a mark engraved on his forehead: 007. It's not just a number. It's a warning. Or the beginning of something much bigger. As he delves into the investigation, Gregory Evans discovers the existence of a secret organization that operates above governments, manipulating world leaders, economies, and wars in the shadows. A group willing to unleash the so-called Dark Apocalypse—a plan that could plunge the world into irreversible collapse. At the center of this conspiracy is LaVey, a name shrouded in mystery and fear. Heir to a dark ideology that spans centuries, he will do anything to stop Gregory… turning every step in London into a deadly trap. With time running out and enemies lurking at every level of power, Gregory Evans will need to decipher symbols, confront unseen forces, and race against a threat that cannot be stopped—only delayed. Because this time… it’s not just about saving lives. It’s about preventing the end of the world order as we know it.

[Warning! Slice of Life at Core!] "Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight. "Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—" "Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?" The knight gulped. "He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime." The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might." ______ Maxwell Duvon Belognia was once a reject, kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent. His noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages, and Maxwell, who had an affinity to the water element, was a good-for-nothing. Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined. Along his journey, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul. Until an unfortunate, world ending disaster struck on his world, ending everything dear to Maxwell in just a few seconds, including the love of his life. Luckily — or unluckily — Maxwell and his friend barely survived, thrust into a different, ruthless world where they had to grow stronger and struggle to survive. Years later, they became transcendent beings who ventured into the vast cosmos where they still fought to claim a place. They became gods. During all his years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never forgot the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now that he steadily approached the end of his being. Just when he thought his soul would fade away without ever seeing his love again... "Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King?" His friend suggested. Maxwell's eyes widened. "What rule?" "Regression." And so, after fighting to go against the will of fate and the heavens themselves, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge to the time when he was just a mortal, kicked out of his noble house. The best part? All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket dimension which held his treasures. And because of this, to the eyes of everyone in his world, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being. As news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of the world Cryst, every monarch and every major power desired him for themselves. But the man in question? "I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with this second chance, I just want to live a calm life. To do that, I'll have to stop the world-ending disaster coming in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers which consisted of legendary mages, legendary mercenaries, divine healers, knights and the rest, all waiting to recruit him. Finally, his warm gaze rested on his wife, waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough." ______________________ Ahem–! 50 powerstones = 1 extra chapters ‎100 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ‎50 Golden tickets = 5 extra chapters ‎A castle = 10 extra chapters

Have you ever felt living a lie? What you thought was true was nothing more how others wanted you see. Your whole world crumbling, everyone you ever know all putting on a facade, friends, family held dear to your heart backstab you and look at you in disgust. All the love, affection you wanted to safeguard nothing but lies and betrayal all around. This is the life of Amelia Smith. Would she rise above all odds to make a name for herself leaving the shadow of her past or will be swallowed up by the treacherous waves seeking to swallow her?. [New novel hope you guys like it.]

“The world was built on Law. But the Law forgot the boy.” Synopsis: In the skybound empire of Quinsley, where castles drift on chained islands and nobility is bred like cattle for war and glory, Prince Ezekiel Von Quinsley III is the forgotten branch of a golden tree—third prince, fifth in line, and entirely unloved. Mocked by his siblings, ignored by his father the Emperor, and born of a concubine scorned by the court, Ezekiel lives in silence, tethered only to his gentle mother and his bright, defiant little sister, Amelia. But all of that ends the day he follows his cousins into a forbidden cave carved into the cliffs of the empire. Inside, time fractures. Statues breathe. And blood runs freely across white marble as the children of royalty are massacred by divine constructs—living embodiments of Law itself. Ezekiel, half-dead and left to rot, is offered one final choice by a voice beyond flesh: > “Become my vessel, and you shall live.” That voice belongs to Azrael, the Primordial Dragon of Law, Order, and Concepts—a forgotten force banished from the world above. Bound to its will but not yet its slave, Ezekiel rises from death… altered, ancient, and hunted. As he flees into the Fallen Earth, where broken gods still whisper and twisted tribes remember the truth of the empire’s lies, Ezekiel must unravel the mystery of Concepts—abstract powers drawn from emotion, trauma, and the deepest laws of existence. But as Ezekiel gathers strength in silence, a storm builds in the Empire above. For Law does not tolerate rebellion. And it never forgets its own. > Will Ezekiel become the hand of judgment… or the blade that severs its chains? --- Themes: Power born from trauma Godhood through suffering The nature of justice vs law Memory as power Identity reclaimed through pain