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Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200% Rebate System

Aurora Waters was overwhelmed with despair when she faced the truth about her family. She had been born into a family of villains. Even worse, her family had an unhealthy obsession with faking their identities. They took “Fake it till you make it” so seriously that it usually ended with them getting killed! Her oldest brother pretended to be a CEO just to mess with the female lead, but that backfired when the male lead showed up and threw him out. Her second brother? He was an obsessive lover who pretended to be a wealthy second-generation heir—until the real heir ended his life. Her third sister? She faked being an heiress to manipulate the second male lead but ended up being killed by him. Her fourth sister? She faked an illness to attract the third male lead’s attention, only to die from a real one. Her mother? She put on a facade of being a kind and loving mom but ultimately met her end at the hands of the male lead. Her father? He pretended to be a powerful tycoon but lost his job and was drowned by the second male lead. And Aurora? She planned to impersonate the daughter of the richest man alive, but if things went the way they always did in her family, she’d probably meet her end by accidentally falling down the stairs. However, there was one glimmer of hope in this nightmare: she had a 100% rebate system that rewarded her for spending money on her family! [Beep! You bought an eraser worth 1 dollar for your eldest brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!] [Beep! You bought a candy worth 1 dollar for your second brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!] Aurora’s eyes sparkled as an idea took shape. She began spending on her family like crazy to rake in cash. [Beep! You gave a bun worth 20 dollars to your childhood crush! 100 dollars has been credited to your bank account!] Aurora: …! That’s walking money! What Aurora didn't expect, though, was that she would end up becoming one of the technology big shots herself, in the end.
LittleRabbit1111 · 1.3m Views

His Eminence In Umbra: My Primordial Shadows Are OP From The Start!

WARNING: This story isn’t for the faint of heart. The main character is shameless, crude, and unapologetically ruthless. If you want a clean-cut hero who plays by the rules, this isn’t your tale. ------------------------------------------ But if you crave raw power, dark humor, divine legacies, and the rise of a shameless, ruthless legend — buckle up. Corven Umbrovante has been slowly biding his time, waiting for the proper moment to strike. Ever since learning that his father is Erebus, the Primordial God of Darkness and one of the most powerful beings in existence, Corven has been building his strength in secret. For despite being amongst the oldest and most terrifying beings in creation, Erebus is also amongst the most elusive. Few truly know of his existence, let alone his position within the divine hierarchy — especially mortals and the newer gods. But power attracts enemies. And Erebus has many. As the son of the Primordial of Darkness and the inheritor of a feared legacy tied to the a forgotten family who once ruled the Shadow Realm and its fallen powers, Corven quickly becomes a target in a brutal world ruled by divine cultivators, ancient Houses, monsters, and ruthless politics. In this world, strength defines worth, betrayal is currency, and weakness is an invitation to die. So Corven must grow stronger. Faster. Smarter. More ruthless. Because if he doesn’t, the enemies hunting him will bury him long before he ever reaches his full potential. His road is a bloody one, filled with war, betrayal, ancient enemies, and powers beyond mortal comprehension. Yet, with his yandere of a betrothed by his side, loyal friends at his back, and a primordial family that seems hellbent on gifting him absurdly overpowered abilities, Corven may actually stand a chance against the forces seeking his downfall... At least externally, anyway. Because the true enemy may lie within. See, power in this world comes at a cost. And Primordial Spawns are cursed notoriously worse than most. Born with limitless potential and favored by the universe itself, the stronger they become, the more their sanity begins to fracture beneath the weight of their own power. After all, the cost of power is madness and, as a Primordial Spawn, Corven has madness in spades. Suffice to say, if the enemies of Erebus don’t kill Corven before his ascension... His own insanity might just do the trick. He fights dirty. He talks back. Mercy? There is none left. This is not a story about heroes. This is the rise of a shadowborn monster the world tried to erase — and the legend that will force them to remember why darkness was the very first element in creation... And why it is feared. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Additional Tags: - Anti-Hero - Villain - Magic - Cultivation - Undead - Summons - Broken - Two Wives - Gods - Myths - Betrayals - Vengeance - Werewolves - Vampires - Demons - Warlocks - Witches ------------------------------------ Release Schedule & Bonuses • 2+ Chapters every 3–4 days • Bonus Chapter every third Friday • Power Stone Milestones:   • 35 = +1 Chapter   • 55 = +4 Chapters • 20 Shares = +2 Chapters ------------------------------------ Read. Vote. Share. Let’s climb—one shadow at a time.
BroodyKai · 29k Views

Dawn Walker

In Null, chaos energy decides everything. The strong rule. The weak kneel. And the worthless are thrown away like trash. Sekhmet Dawn was supposed to die as a sacrifice. Instead, he swallowed a frozen shard of forbidden blood and awakened something impossible. A hidden Blood System. A dead Blood God’s will tried to steal his body. His mother’s mysterious pendant shattered and turned into an Abyss-class artifact. And in one night, Sekhmet went from prey to a growing nightmare. Now he can become stronger by drinking blood. Enemies are no longer just enemies. They are food for him. A way to gain more power. A stepping stone on his path. But Null is not a world that lets monsters rise quietly. Ancient vampires want him. Gods are starting to watch him. The powerful Ancient family that ruined his father’s life has finally noticed him. And the more blood he takes, the closer he gets to a terrifying truth about himself. He is not normal. He was never normal. And the thing growing inside him may be far more dangerous than anyone can imagine. Hunted by powerhouse of null. Targeted by noble houses. Surrounded by beautiful and deadly women who wants him. Dragged into bloodline wars, family politics, and ancient secrets. Sekhmet has only one way forward. Drink Blood to grow stronger. Crush anyone who stands in his way. Because in Null, mercy is weakness. And the boy meant for the altar may become the next blood god to shake the Gods Halls. They wanted a sacrifice. Instead they created a monster. (Another Name: Blood Lord) Join Discord for character images- https://discord.gg/nFg72Gew
NF_Stories · 1m Views

The Dark Prince's Lover

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?”
Lizzie_4218 · 144.1k Views