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An infected world. With a never-ending invasion. Status screens, unique skills, gods and demons… even monsters capable of ending the world in a single breath. “Hah… what kind of nonsense is this? What did humanity do to deserve any of it?” By the time he reached his twelfth life, Iskael had already watched the world end more times than he could count on two hands. He had failed as a hero, as a survivor, and as a lover, thrown back again and again using the tool he desperately monopolized. he stood alone at the cliff’s edge, but he looked nothing like the terrified survivors scattered far behind him. He looked over the Zenith Chasm in silence. Below him, the abyss seethed with monsters in the millions. An evil smile permeated his face, the kind no good soul should ever be able to make staring endlessly at the abyss. This smile was unordinary. A smile like that could only come from a psychopath of a sadistic nature. Wind fought against his clothes blowing against him, and beneath the torn fabric of his shirt, black linen tattoos shimmered like living veins of ink, crawling and shifting with unearthly symbols wrapping his torso in all sorts of hidden places . He stood above the ever hollowing Zenith Chasm, as the sole vanguard for the beginning of the raid. Having fearful last minute thoughts are normal, for anyone staring at such an abomination of numbers. Yet you see only one mantra stayed firm this young man, Iskael's heart. A coping mantra more dear than anything. “The one who conquers time…” he murmured, eyes glinting with something far beyond hope or despair. ... "Will conquer the universe.” He stepped forward. Air rushed past him as he let himself fall, his body flipping weightlessly through the tranquil yet furious winds, and as he fell those black tattoos began glowing brighter with each rotation in preparation for something. Then, as monsters roared and the world shook beneath him, he whispered: “Ah.. well I guess I'm still just a half step there if we want to be technical…" But you see, my little karma farms...” His grin widened. “I’m still a regressor.” **BOOOM**

“Even if the world ends again… I'll find you.” After dying in a tragic accident protecting the girl he loved, Itsuki awakens in another world as Leon Ashwell, heir of a noble family in the Searulian Empire. Memories of his past life are fast fading, like so many fleeting dreams, with just one vow remaining in his heart: "Next time, I'll protect her." Years later, Leon enters Aurelia Academy, the most prestigious school of sword and magic within the Empire, where heroes forge their own and intertwine destinies. There, he finds Aris Valerion, a princess of silver hair and eyes blue as the sea that reflect that same warmth and sorrow of the girl he once lost. Neither of them truly remembers their past lives, but their souls do know each other, and fate starts to stir once more. As Leon masters his mysterious Yamatoan-style swordsmanship-a lost art of speed, precision, and spirit-he uncovers secrets buried beneath the shining halls of Aurelia: ancient ruins, forbidden reincarnation magic, and the shadow of an unseen enemy who also remembers the past. But power comes at a price. Leon must master the blade, face his own death, and defy the laws that bind souls across lifetimes in order to protect Aris and unravel the mystery behind their intertwined fates. A vow reborn. A blade awoke. And two hearts that were fated to meet again, beyond worlds even.

In the year 1484 of the Sea Circle Calendar, Sidilir Oran, a pirate from Piltover, set sail into uncharted waters. That day became a turning point for the world—because with his arrival, the seas would never be the same. From the Project Universe codenamed Jin-Shiki, to the Tyrant Universe known as Warhammer-Oz… from Piltover’s Hextech armor to Zaun’s alchemical elixirs… even a clone of Charlotte Linlin has appeared on these seas. Here, dreams shatter the walls between worlds. Valoran technology collides with Devil Fruits, forging miracles that defy reason. And as for Star Guardian Urgot… well, some creations can only be called bizarre. (One piece • Sailing • Valoran • League of Legends) ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/DaoistRoeoNQ

In Solmyra, a war of unfathomable forces shattered the realm itself — its aftermath rippling everywhere through the river of time, carrying with it the dying fragments of souls, mana, and wills. In a world where power is truth — where the weak serve, the strong rule, and mercy is but a myth — lives a boy named Alex. An infant found beneath the lifeless bodies of his parents, the sole survivor of a war that erased his village. But Alex had a secret he could share with no one. A nightmare — visions of ruin and despair that repeated every night without end. Until something changed, and with it, his dream shifted. Now, the dreams unveiled destinies yet to unfold — teaching him spells not yet born, and showing tales waiting to be written. Until Alex understood the truth: “These dreams are not nightmares... but a sign — and a warning of what’s to come.”

Lost in the confusion of graduation, Gu Liang takes a fatal climb. A single misstep sends him plunging into a savage world where the law of the jungle reigns. Captured by the mighty Tiger Tribe, branded and enslaved, his soul is crushed beneath primal violence. But Gu Liang does not break. Hatred tempers his silence, humiliation becomes his armor. From prey, he transforms into a hidden avenger in the game of power. Raised to the altar as the “Sartu,” voice of divine prophecy, he weaves a deadly plan beneath the sacred rites. At the Harvest Festival, nobles gather. Poison seeps into the blessed offerings. The feast turns to hell. The false miracle is torn apart in blood. He succeeds. He fails. Once a sacrificial offering, he becomes the fire that burns false gods and cages alike. This is a tale of downfall and defiance. This is the birth of the Seed of Obsession.

A young and troubled boy who is searching for true love meets a beautiful yet strange girl who lives in the shadows. The boy falls truly in love with this strange girl. Now, the question is: Does the girl give him love? Or death!

If you moved on, then that means you would forget. And through forgetting, you'll slowly remember. But if that was taken away. If the truth only revealed a hall of endless lies. How would one ever know what to forget and what to move onto?

In the powerful kingdom of Salastian, where nobles wield both sword and magic, Elisana Laurel De Claire has lived her life in devotion to duty. Betrothed since childhood to her dearest friend, Crown Prince Marcus Alastair Von Salastian, their arranged union was meant to unite the empire and bring an age of peace. But when Marcus ascends the throne, the promises of childhood fade. The Emperor’s gaze turns elsewhere — to Lady Alessandra Torresano, a viscount’s daughter whose charm and ambition capture the court’s favor. As whispers of scandal bloom within palace walls, Elisana, now Empress, becomes invisible in her own home. The laughter that once filled her chambers is replaced by silence, the warmth of love by the chill of betrayal. When false accusations strike her name and the man she trusted chooses to doubt her, Elisana finally breaks her chains — choosing dignity over despair. Her plea for divorce shocks the empire. Her departure shatters the Emperor’s heart too late. Years pass. Elisana rebuilds her life in the countryside, opening a school for orphans and rediscovering the woman she once was — strong, kind, and free. Meanwhile, Marcus’s empire begins to crumble under the weight of his guilt and political unrest. When rebellion threatens Salastian, the forsaken empress becomes the empire’s last hope. Fate draws them together once more — not as ruler and consort, but as two souls scarred by love and consequence. In the quiet of battle councils and moonlit gardens, Marcus learns humility, and Elisana learns forgiveness — or something close to it. Together, they confront the ghosts of their past, the cost of pride, and the fragile miracle of second chances. And as the empire blooms again, so too does their love — this time rooted not in duty, but in choice.

I closed my eyes and let out a soft gasp. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

Condemned to twelve reincarnations—one for each Zodiac—an ordinary man is judged by Yama himself. Through lives of struggle, loyalty, sacrifice, and pain, he rises from humble beginnings as a rat to the destined form of the Eternal Dragon. Yet every life teaches him something new—love he can’t keep, battles he must face alone, and a destiny no one remembers but him. When the final trial ends, he alone stands as the Dragon God of Eternity, protector of all beings and creator of peace among the Zodiac races. But immortality is not given. It is earned—one life at a time.

This is a Warhammer 40,000 fan-made story. While some timeline elements have been slightly adjusted for narrative purposes, the tone and spirit remain unmistakably Warhammer. Expect references to memes, historical events, and chaos-fueled absurdity woven into the drama of this universe. Li Feng, an ordinary college student studying in the US, thought he was just driving home with his quiet, gentle girlfriend Empress. But in the blink of an eye, a roaring warp vortex tore open before them and dragged Li Feng across reality itself, hurling him straight into the grim darkness of the forty-first millennium. And then came the real shock. His girlfriend was never human to begin with. She was a fragment of the Emperor’s soul, wandering the mortal world in disguise! ……… Stranded on a barren, war-torn planet with nothing but panic in his lungs, Li Feng found himself surrounded by a mob of bloodthirsty orks. Just when he was certain he was about to become green-skinned minced meat, a glowing panel materialized in front of him. A system? In the Warhammer universe? Maybe... just maybe... things were about to get interesting.

The Legend Of Shou Feng Anna Brown believed in healing—she spent her life saving others, never realizing her own heart was breaking. A cancer specialist from New York, she thought her world was perfect with her husband, Alexander Knight, until one night of love turned into a lifetime of questions. A forgotten past. A mysterious book. And a name whispered through the wind—Shou Feng, the feared god of destruction, born from shadows and bound by fate. When two worlds—one of science and one of magic—collide, Anna finds herself trapped between love, betrayal, and a destiny written long before her birth. He was meant to destroy. She was meant to heal. But when hearts defy the gods, can even fate rewrite itself? •Love. Loss. Power. Destiny. •Her story begins where her heart breaks. And when the healer touched the darkness, the stars forgot to shine— for even gods can fall in love with the light they were born to break.

In this world, the soul is power. And power is absolute. Some seek to purify it. Others want to rip it out, inject it, crush it in order to possess it. But he can see it. And devour it. This is the story of Abel, a child shattered by the loss of his city and his loved ones, who becomes an experimental subject in a complex that transforms bodies into living weapons. Plunged into the depths of his being, he returns to himself... changed. Something inhabits him. Someone. As the organization responsible for Ahren's downfall expands its hold in the shadows and their victims multiply, Abel sets himself a new goal. He no longer wants to survive. He wants to understand. To take revenge, to avenge them. Even at the cost of his own humanity. In a world where souls can be tampered with, where Essence shapes empires and pantheons, many destinies converge and one truth remains: those who play god will burn in his flames.

“Echoes of the Abyss” Aiden Cross, a 17-year-old teenager whose parents had died in a fire breakout, lived a life full of labour on the streets. As he grew, he became a gangster on the streets. One day, he had a conflict with a police officer's son. As the police chased him, he died in a car accident. He opened his eyes again as he saw darkness around him suddenly, light came from afar as he was reincarnated into a New world. It was not a normal world. It was a world filled with Mana. The people who absorbed mana and stored it in their hearts to create a Mana heart were called Mana Cultivators. As Aiden's life began in this world. Something deep inside the darkness had made a connection with him as he lived a life full of misery and hatred.

Hayashi Shuichi traveled back to the world of Detective Conan more than thirty years ago, becoming childhood friends with Eri Kisaki and Kogoro Mouri. In a Conan world where the "God of Death" has yet to be born, cases still abound endlessly. Formerly a detective in his past life, now a high school student, Hayashi Shuichi becomes the savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, helping the Criminal Investigation Division solve one murder case after another. During his investigations, he encounters the future mature and charming "wives and older sisters." … Shinichi? It feels a bit strange for a girl to have this name." "Ran, actually, Sonoko is your half-sister from the same father!" "Little Ai? Is it okay to give your daughter such a nickname?" "Senpai, I’ve never agreed to go out with Inspector Megure. I… I’m still waiting for you…" "Onii-chan, there are still some issues with the cases at the Prosecutor’s Office. Why don’t you come to my place tonight, and we can discuss them thoroughly together?" traveled back to the world of Detective Conan more than thirty years ago, becoming childhood friends with Eri Kisaki and Kogoro Mouri. ---------------------------- If you want to support me: patreon.com/TripleCrown07

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***This is the BOOK 1 under the FAKE DATING SERIES!*** SECOND NAME OF THIS BOOK IS: Match Made In Vengeance. {COMPLETED} (Currently under editing) __________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: @ All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. ___________________ BLURB: ___________________ He’s the last man she’d ever fake date. She’s the chaos he didn’t know he’d crave. In a world ruled by ambition, and carefully curated reputations—love became the most dangerous clause of all. Danica Clarke doesn’t play by anyone’s rules—except her own. She is a storm in stilettos—flawless, ferocious, and utterly untouchable. The one who eats boardroom sharks for breakfast and signs multimillion-dollar deals before her morning espresso cools. She built her empire from blood, grit, and brilliance Love to her? It is for weak-hearted and daydreamers—not for women with empires to build. Alfred Brown is a walking contradiction to Danica: Infuriatingly charming, disarmingly kind and with a smile that could melt the ice in her veins, and a soul so golden that it's almost blinding. He’s everything she mocks—and everything she secretly aches for. A romantic in a world of cynics. A whisper of poetry to her hard-edged pragmatism. A devil in disguise—wrapped in calm, cloaked in confidence, and fitted in a billion-dollar suit that hides sins she can’t stop imagining. When a fake dating scheme throws them together, sparks aren't just flying—they’re catching fire. Every glance is a tease, every touch a dare, every lie they tell the world only deepens the truth brewing between them. The heat simmers. The tension snaps and suddenly, lines get crossed—in the boardroom, in the bedroom, and in the space between wanting and needing. Because sometimes, the last person you’d ever fall for…is the one who makes you fall the hardest ____________________________ Author's Note: Hey lovely readers! First of all, THANK YOU for choosing this story. I’m beyond excited to share Danica and Alfred’s wild, fiery, emotional journey with you. Yes, English isn't my first language, and some early chapters might be a little rough around the edges—but please hang in there! The heart of the story is what matters, and I promise you—it gets juicier, funnier, and deeper as you go. Follow me on Instagram for updates & behind-the-scenes fun: @quillfame_29 DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES IN THE COVER AND THE IDEA IS TAKEN FROM THE PINTEREST, AND IT BELONGS TO ORIGINAL CREATOR. THE COVER PAGE WAS THEN MODIEFIED USING ONLINE TOOLS.

A man dies in a car crash and earlier before that had it rought, catching his girlfriend cheating, being harass, and finally arguing with his parents and dying.

A soul lost in endless darkness found no Heaven, no Hell... only fire. Reincarnated in a world of demons, he opened his eyes to a village consumed by flame. On the brink of death, he was saved by Shinjuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira. Taken in as the adopted son of the Rengoku family, he grew up with only fragments of his past… and the lingering stench of smoke. From ashes and ruin, he forged his own path. Not fire. Not flame... But smoke. A breathing style that cloaks, deceives, and kills in silence.