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For seven years, Sarah Arcadia devoted everything to Martin the man who she thought saved her from a deadly fire that took her parents’ lives. Out of gratitude, she became his loyal assistant, his supporter… and eventually his lover. She believed she owed him her life. Until the day she discovered the truth. To Martin, she was nothing more than a tool someone he could discard the moment a better opportunity appeared. Heartbroken and betrayed, Sarah’s world begins to crumble. But fate has other plans. Standing on the other side of the battlefield is Sebastian Monday—the cold, powerful CEO who has been Martin’s greatest business rival for years. Dangerous. Calculating. Untouchable. And strangely… interested in her. Sebastian knows secrets about Sarah’s past that even she doesn’t know. Secrets about the mysterious fire that destroyed her family. As betrayal, ambition, and buried truths collide, Sarah finds herself caught between the man who used her… And the ruthless rival who seems determined to claim her. But the deeper she falls into Sebastian Monday’s world, the more she realizes one terrifying truth: He didn’t just enter her life by chance. He has been watching her for a very long time.

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] **** “Nathan…” Maddison murmured sweetly, her voice soft, almost playful. “Ashley’s been clinging to you over that mating ceremony lately… doesn’t it exhaust you?” “Baby…” Nathan’s voice dropped, low and rough, laced with disdain. “Let’s not waste our time talking about someone so irrelevant while we’re enjoying ourselves.” A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “You know those promises I made to her meant nothing.” His tone turned darker, almost amused. “I said them just to watch her hope… just so I could rip it away from her tomorrow.” His gaze hardened. “I want her to stand there and watch it happen—watch with her own eyes who would become my Luna.” His hand slid around Maddison’s waist, pulling her firmly against him, possessive and certain. “It was always you. Only you.” A flicker of anger crossed his face, sharp and unforgiving. “I’ll make her regret the day she was born. If that disgusting woman she calls a mother hadn’t switched you at the hospital, none of this would’ve happened. You—the true Alpha’s daughter—wouldn’t have wasted eighteen years suffering while that impostor lived in your place.” He let out a quiet scoff, thick with contempt. “If things had been right from the start, you would’ve grown up beside me… as my future bride.” Nathan brushed Maddison’s hair aside, his voice dropping into something darker, colder. “All we’re doing now… is correcting a mistake.” His lips curved faintly. “She can drown in her misery while the entire pack turns its back on her…” His grip on Maddison tightened slightly. “…and you take the place that’s always been yours.” *** After Ashley was exposed as the fake Alpha’s daughter, her world collapsed overnight. The people who once adored her turned cold, one by one—including Nathan, her childhood sweetheart and fiancé. He didn’t just abandon her; he played along, pretending to go through with the mating ceremony, only to use it as a stage to humiliate her and publicly claim Maddison—the true Alpha’s daughter—as his mate. It was his way of proving that without her title, Ashley was nothing. They expected her to stay. To bow her head, accept the blame, and atone for a “sin” that was never hers. But they forgot how far they had pushed her. After enduring Maddison’s cruelty and torture, Ashley chose to run. She left everything behind and, in time, found someone else—someone far removed from the life that had broken her. By the time Nathan realized the truth of his own feelings, that it had always been Ashley, it was already too late. She had entered a contract marriage with the Monster Duke, and Nathan even took part in sending her to someone else's bed. Nathan thought she would regret it. Thought she would come back. But he was wrong, and regret drowned him. Now, he wanted her back and would do anything to make it happen, but would Ashley's husband allow it?

I was never meant to write a story. But life wrote one through me — with pain, loss, and survival. This is not fiction. This is the raw, unfiltered truth of a girl who lost her father, was left alone with a mentally unstable mother, and had to become an adult long before her time. In my dreams, I find things I never had in real life — peace, mystery, messages I can't explain. Some nights bring beauty, others bring fear. But all of them feel… real. Why do I see such dreams? What do they mean? Follow my journey — through the struggles of my real life and the strange, vivid dreams that may hold secrets beyond understanding. A true story. A living diary. A voice from the shadows searching for light.

Through the whims of fate, he was reincarnated as a member of the royal family of the Germa Empire, an infamous war organization known as the "Army of Evil" in the North Blue. When the powers of the Logia-type Dark Fruit, the Mythical Zoan-type Bat Fruit in its Vampire Form, and the Paramecia-type Tremor-Tremor Fruit converge into one being, it is destined that the entire sea will tremble beneath his feet! "When darkness descends, even the light must yield!" — "The Dark Emperor," Vinsmoke Ichiji. Apologies for the rough summary. To sum it up: no system mechanics, no mindless power fantasies. One Piece Note: if you want to get access to +20 Advance Chapters before everyone else and help Translate and pay for the Chapters because we start paying for every chapter from the author join my patreon.com/flokixy

In a world where power shields the wicked and justice seems untouchable, a mysterious string of global murders rattles the elite. Interpol is baffled—no fingerprints, no DNA, no trace of the killer—except for one strange clue left at every crime scene: a glowing firefly. Eyewitnesses whisper of shadowy beings—demons, creatures from folklore, or urban legends—emerging from the darkness to deliver swift judgment. But their victims aren’t innocent. They’re the untouchable: powerful criminals, fraudsters, and corrupt titans hiding behind wealth and influence. As myth bleeds into science and fantasy crosses paths with harsh reality, the firefly becomes more than just a witness—it becomes a symbol, a code, and perhaps... a weapon of something ancient. Interpol races against time, not just to solve the mystery, but to uncover a truth that challenges everything the modern world believes: What if justice doesn’t wear a badge—what if it wears wings and glows?

What if you were given the chance to travel… not to one world, but to countless worlds? Worlds where light and darkness clash, where mercy and cruelty walk side by side. This is what happened to Arthur Narin. An assassin who spent his life drenched in blood and betrayal, knowing nothing but killing and survival. Until one ordinary day, he found himself surrounded by enemies who had come to end him. He did not run. He did not tremble. He smiled… and fought until his final breath. But death was not the end. It was the beginning. From that moment on, his journey through other worlds began — a journey filled with pain, conflict and choices that would determine whether he would remain the monster he once was… or become something entirely different.

When Adrian finds his childhood friend Kera murdered by a person inhabited by a spiritual being called a Possessed, he struggles to mentally recover from the incident even from help from his mother June and best friend Rollo, he then meets The Hunters an Holy organisation dedicated to hunting and destroying the Possessed. Hoping to take revenge for Kera he tries to join the Hunters but the leader The Boss rejects him, knowing Adrian dosen’t have the will to fight or die despite his promises to fight to the end his opinion never changes. Meanwhile most of the Squad, twins smart and mature Samuel and chaotic but strong willed Ieuan, Kind and protective Mindy and independent and judgmental Emma. They see his determination and want to bring out his inner strength and abilities as shadows of the Possessed creep ever closer, will Adrian find his will to fight and take revenge for Kera or maybe the voice was right.

Can’t learn ninjutsu? Then forget them! With chakra control this precise, who even needs nature release? If it has no attribute, I’ll just invent more ninjutsu without one. If existing techniques don’t work, I’ll create my own “Six Styles.” And why chase after Sage Arts when I can develop a Sage Mode tailored for humans? Yagyū Souma looks at the results of his research and shrugs: “Honestly… isn’t this way more practical than regular ninjutsu?”

He entered a world he once watched, only to follow the one person who was never meant to be saved. Johann had already given up on reality long before it began to collapse. The only thing that kept him going was a game, The Mayhem, and its silent, unstoppable protagonist: the Hellraider. Then the game became real. Monsters, death, and destruction—everything unfolded exactly as he remembered. But Johann didn’t enter this world to survive. He came for one reason: to follow Hellraider… and change the ending that should have never happened. Yet the more he walks that path, the more the world begins to break away from what he knows. Events shift. Truths contradict. And the figure he once believed he understood refuses to be defined by anything, not even the story itself. In a world where even fate is unstable, Johann continues forward, even when he no longer knows what he is chasing.

The night the world stopped… William didn’t think he was chosen. He thought he was cursed. One moment, everything was normal. The next— Time froze. People stood still like lifeless statues. The air turned heavy. And a mark he had never seen before burned into his hand. He was the only one still moving. The only one still aware. And that was enough to make him a target. Hunted by a hidden organization that exists beyond normal reality, William is thrown into a world where power isn’t given—it’s taken, controlled, and, if necessary… erased. But the deeper he’s pulled in, the worse it gets. His aunt knows far more than she admits. Jonah, the quiet one, begins to change in ways that don’t feel human. And Kai—loud, reckless, impossible to ignore—may not survive what’s coming. Then the truth reveals itself. William wasn’t randomly chosen. He carries something ancient. Something dangerous. He was chosen by Time. And Time doesn’t just move forward— It takes. It changes. It destroys. Now, with enemies closing in and the people closest to him slipping further into something he doesn’t understand, William is forced to face a reality he can’t escape: In this world, power doesn’t save you. It breaks you. And not everyone who is chosen… gets to stay alive.

A modern corporate drone dies in 2024 and reincarnates as an 8-year-old boy in 1983 USSR. Using his business knowledge from his past life and his new identity's military family connections, he systematically builds a vertically-integrated empire spanning oil production, banking, and infrastructure to become one of Russia's most powerful oligarchs—surviving the Soviet collapse, the chaotic 1990s, Putin's oligarch purges, and international sanctions through strategic submission and infrastructure control. NOW on Royalroad NOW on P@treon too. support me to give you the best chapters

Ethan Blackwell always knew his life wasn't quite right. Both his parents died so early he didn't even know their faces as all his life he was raised by his grandfather– a mysterious man. He was the record holder of the oldest man alive, at 130 years old. More striking however, were his vermillion eyes. The eyes Ethan had inherited and something that shouldn't be possible on earth. When a tragic fire claims the old man's life, Ethan is left with nothing but a dusty, misshapen monkey vase. He didn't know it was a 'Realmcaller'. And he definitely didn't know it would drag him and his classmates into a fantasy world and split his very existence.

Freshman Gu Yi thought university would be a new beginning: classes, friends, freedom… nothing extraordinary. But one night at the freshman welcome gathering, a single decision changed everything. Drunk and disoriented, he crosses paths with Shui Mingyun—the campus beauty from one of the city’s most prestigious families. A late-night hotel check-in, a shared room, and a single impulsive night set off a chain of events neither of them could have imagined. Weeks later, Shui Mingyun discovers she’s pregnant. Alone, she makes a choice: to carry the child—or children—without telling him, protecting him from the burden while raising them herself. Two years pass. Gu Yi, always responsible and dependable, remains unaware… until the truth comes crashing into his life. Faced with three children and the consequences of a single night, Gu Yi must step up, not only as a father but as a man worthy of the family he never knew he had. From campus chaos to sleepless nights, from fear to determination, this is a story of responsibility, sacrifice, and building a future from scratch. Will love survive the secrets, the time, and the weight of three lives?

"That story of the Ice Dragon," Daeron said, "Those were the first words my brother had said to me in months, and it wasn't because of any row or absence from the Red Keep. It was simply because he hadn't cared to." His stance was rigid below the indifferent stars that shone above them. "I wanted a brother, but he didn't want me, and now I'm going to take everything he has." The night air tingled against the back of his neck. He did not waste words or his breath on a past that cannot be changed. "Everything, Your Grace?" "Yes," The word was as cold and sharp as a blade. "Do you believe it is considered kinslaying to wage war against your brother?" He asked mildly, "To raise your sword against him even if it's to parry a deathblow from your own kin." He never waited for Barristan to answer his question. "Whether we die by each other's hands or not, it does not matter. We have condemned one another. Not just our own lives, but those of our line." That was when Daeron turned abruptly, shifting his attention solely on Barristan. "A kinslayer is one who is cursed forever, but my family's history is written in the blood of our own kin." His eyes narrowed in thought. "But still we reign over all of Westeros," the rubies in his crown glowed like lit embers above his head. "And you still serve me, follow me." You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

he world did not change. He did. It began with something subtle—an angle that didn’t quite exist, a silence that felt… intentional. At first, it was easy to ignore. A trick of perception. A lapse in focus. Until it noticed him back. As reality fractures into overlapping layers of meaning, he is pulled into something far beyond understanding—a structure that observes, categorizes, and reshapes existence itself. But he is not alone. Something else has seen the deviation. And now, caught between forces that do not think in human terms, he must hold onto the one thing slowly being stripped away—his identity. Because in this world, being seen is not survival. It is selection.

Ezra Graves is cursed with sight that no human should bear. From the port where the city burns to the warm glow of families he has never met, his nights are haunted by lives that are not his own. Each morning, his black eyes reflect something emptier, something darker, as though his reflection itself does not belong to him. What begins as strange dreams reveals itself as the truth, throughout the journey to witness Myths and Madness and cosmic horrors, Ezra realizes that, he is a "Spectator of Existence." In his private dimension, he can peer into the choices of others, simulate their minds, and witness time itself splinter into past and future. Yet the more he watches, the more he feels the threads tightening. “Yet at last, with his perception, he becomes ‘Mr. Spectator’.” “Yet you all know... I know the story... but I still let my author lead.” This is the story of ultimate spectator—The legend "Mr. Spectator". And in the end, one truth remains: “You’re not just a reader of this story … You’re a Spectator. So watch.” Note: It is also published on Royal Road under my author name “The_MYTH.” #MetaFiction #ReaderSpectator #CosmicHorror #CunningProtagonist #UnreliableNarrator #HiddenPotential #MetaCosmic #Introspective #PerceptualRealism #MindDimension #TimeDimension #ElementalHorror #PerceptualRift #MetaEmbracing #PsychologicalThriller #UrbanFantasy #DarkFantasy #Philosophical #Slowburn #Mr.S (Mr. Spectator)

Sagiri was never meant to exist. After his entire clan was wiped out he is the only surviving member and the last keeper yet he doesn't remember. Raised in secrecy and sent to Galka War Academy, he survives among boys trained to kill, endure, and obey. While others rely on strength and discipline, Sagiri carries something older. an echo that sharpens his senses, bends his body, and slowly erodes his humanity. The Echo is the legacy of the N’garu, a legendary clan erased from the world in a single night. They were warriors who could slip between moments, speak to the shadows of the past, and reshape fate with a thought. Their extinction was celebrated across the tribes. Their return is feared more than war. Sagiri carries the last spark of their power. A whispering presence tied to his heartbeat. A force that chooses its own master. But when he crosses paths with Lira, a girl unknowingly created to kill him, the Echo reacts violently breaking the barrier meant to forget and he remembers. Visions flood his mind. Forgotten beings turn their eyes. And the world begins to shift around him. The South wants to crown him. The North wants to erase him. The Echo within him wants something else entirely. And it has finally awakened. https://discord.gg/gMa9tend

"I'm not a genius. I'm simply a plagiarist." - Yun "Who are you plagiarising? I've watched you work from day to night! Not a genius my foot!" - Zandar One Kuwabara "Where is my Genius #0?" - Nous Amphoreus, a happy ending built upon countless tragedies. Something no player could accept. Especially him, and now that he's been giving a chance to interfere with fate. "I have no intention of entering this war of the gods, but certain outcomes I can not accept. And no one will stop me whether it is my little junior brother Zandar or any other successor of the genius society." - Yun