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24-year-old Alexander was wrongfully sentenced to life in prison without parole. His hopes and dreams, and the promise of a future with his beloved—forever laid to rest. At the old age of 63, just a few years shy of meeting his natural end, he awakened a power from within. One that grants him the one thing that's been stripped away from him—freedom. He planned to live the remainder of his life free of captivity on the outside, but he soon discovered he wasn't the only one who bore the repercussions that came of his captivity. His beloved had spent her entire life, up until her death, trying to find a way to prove Alexander's innocence, all the while regaling him with sweet lies about how she had been living a good life on the outside whenever she visited him in prison. This discovery completely broke the rest of Alexander's already fractured mind, and he wallowed in despair. His newfound freedom—becoming meaningless. At the height of his melancholy. Alexander was presented with a way—a way to gain back his lost time. A way to regain his youth and stolen dreams. And a way to bring back his beloved. It all starts with teleporting. Teleporting Limitlessly. ********************** First two chapters dives into the tragedy that was Alexander's life. In the next two to three chapters, he explores the possibilities that his newfound ability presents. The story kicks off in earnest, when he leaves the planet. Do you enjoy books with Overpowered characters ?. This book is for you. Do you enjoy tragic romance tales? Search no further. Do you love characters that would do anything to get what they want. And i mean anything at all. Stop right here. you've found the book. If you've read to the last updated chapter. a review or vote will be much appreciated. If you've not, then you are also in luck because this will be the most refreshing take on overpowered and tragic tales you've ever come across. You can support the story and read ahead early chapters on *{ko-fi.com/goshakin Or Patreon.com/goshakin}*

I am not a hero. I am the void you filled with your own shadows." Rio Isanami’s life was never normal. Since childhood, he saw colors bleeding from the air and heard whispers in the silence. At twenty-three, a horrific plane crash was supposed to be his end. Instead, it was a gateway to a nightmare far worse than death. Pulled from the brink of extinction by four selfish Goddesses, Rio is thrust into a world where humans are mere pawns in a divine game of greed. But Rio is no ordinary human. He carries the "Royal Energy"—the last remnants of the Kingdom of Hysteria, a civilization wiped out centuries ago. Gifted with a terrifying power that can shatter time like glass and freeze entire battlefields into icy graves, Rio has one fatal flaw: his power is slowly killing him. Every time he removes his protective talisman, the frost consumes his soul. Now, he must lead an SSS-Rank Party composed of the very beings who claim to own him: A Commander bearing the Mark of Life, bound by a contract she won't explain. A lethal Assassin fueled by the bloodlust of the Vampire Queen. A Time God whispering deals inside his mind, waiting for the perfect price. Rio doesn't care about saving this world. He doesn't care about the Goddesses' petty wars. He only wants the one thing they refuse to give him—Freedom. In a world where time stands still, can a broken Prince reclaim his throne, or will he become the ultimate toy of the gods?

In a world where humans fear witches, those born with supernatural abilities are branded as monsters rather than protectors. Witches hunt creatures known as Tenebris—aberrations that threaten the balance of the world. Yet despite saving humanity time and again, witches are met with hatred, suspicion, and violence. Driven by fear, humans turn on them. Cities close their gates. Laws are passed. Witch communities are burned and scattered, forced into exile or slaughtered in the name of “peace.”

What if the world became a survival game… and you were the weakest player? Bruce wakes to a nightmare — a frozen wasteland where endless snowstorms devour the sky, monstrous beasts roam without restraint, and civilization has long since collapsed into ruin. The warmth of the old world is gone. Cities lie buried beneath ice. Humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Every survivor begins the same way: With a single bonfire. In this merciless land, all resources must be gathered by hand. Every log of wood, every shard of stone, every scrap of food is earned through blood and frostbite. Monsters attack without warning. The night is colder than death. And beyond the flickering light of the fire… something far worse waits in the dark. But Bruce is different. While others struggle to survive, he awakens with a mysterious Camp System — a power that allows him to build, upgrade, and evolve his shelter without limits. What begins as a fragile flame in the snow may become a fortress. A sanctuary. Perhaps even the foundation of a new civilization. As ancient, corrupted entities awaken and the truth behind this frozen apocalypse slowly unfolds, Bruce must decide: Will he merely survive? Or will he conquer the Absolute Cold Era? In a world where winter reigns supreme… the fire has only just begun to burn.

Power always comes with a price. Behind wealth, status, and perfect smiles lie secrets no one dares to expose. She thought she was stepping into a world of luxury and protection. Instead, she found herself trapped between desire, control, and sins that could destroy everything. In this game of power and obsession, love is never innocent.

“Doing the wrong thing for the right reason… never ends well for anyone.” Seven great races ruled the continent of Eldarion. Humans weren’t among them. To the world, mankind was nothing more than background noise, as insignificant as a breath of air, as laughable as a failed joke of creation. A race with no promise. No power. No future. Tyler was born into that world—a world where every “hero of humanity” was fated to fall before they could rise. So he abandoned the path of heroes entirely. He chose the road stained in shadows. He chose the power no sane soul would touch. He chose to become a demon— not for glory, but for survival. His purpose was simple: Ascend as the Demon King. Stand as a monstrous shield when the true invaders finally tear into their continent. And he succeeded. He rose higher, darker, and stronger than any being before him. But power has a price. A price he only understood when it was far too late. For in climbing toward salvation, He became the very abomination he once swore to destroy— The Desecrator. And the world whispered: “There is no lesser or greater evil. There is only evil.” Yet a more profound truth lingered in the dark: “Because sometimes, only one Evil can devour another.” *** Discord - https://discord.gg/4xbt5Nwrtn *** #Yandere #ComplexCharacters #NoHarem #Dark #RareBloodline #Magic #Slowburn #FatedLove #Demons #Dragons #Otherworlders #RunicSorcery #Evil-FL

Imagine if you die and wakes up in a world where death has no meaning and pain never ends. To survive, you must navigate through a realm where cruelty is the meaning and brutality the name, Noen Vale a man in his mid twenties met the same fate when he founds himself in a cave unknown to the environment and faces multiple danger but completely unknown by a fact he is an immortal to find out more check out my Novel "Reborn as an immortal"

BLURB A princess loses her kingdom. A princess loses her family. A princess loses her dignity. Her people have lost all hope, now at the mercy of their worst enemies. Nyssa has faced judgement, death is at the corner. And as the emperor Damon has decreed, no one can go against it. There's only one decision - to escape. Would she succeed? And even if she did…would the outside world be any better? Clinging unto the last thread of hope, she must rise through blood, secrets and power to reclaim her kingdom or die trying. Can she, a broken princess, destroy an empire and free her people?

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The story revolves around Nazli, who worked as a prostitute in a nightclub. She stole a magical book that turned her into a servant of the underworld and a mediator between high-ranking figures under a false identity. This led her to enter the depths of the game. However, in the end, she loses the game, loses her Jennifer persona, and returns to being Nazli, the prostitute. . . . . . You will find exclusive characters and scenes from the novel : . . . . . TikTok Account : https://bit.ly/3n4zbmv

[404 Not Found] woke up as Hans with the unmistakable feeling that he was transmigrated. He could only recall blurry images, but he was certain of it — cell phones, videogames, flat-screen TV, etc. Yet, somehow, [404 Not Found] understood himself as Hans more than whoever he was before. He didn't have a single recollection of his life on Earth; he only knew it existed. He knew that he lived that life in the modern era as [404 Not Found], despite not even remembering his own name. For now, [404 Not Found] could only be Hans Kahnwald, the star detective of the town of Theater, solving the newest serial killer case dubbed The Magenta Killer. Something about the case was wrong, something supernatural was involved. [404 Not Found] could feel it: despite Theater not knowing it, this town was invaded by something science cannot explain.

So many planets out there, so many beings more spectacular than the last one, so many realms, divinities, generations, worlds, wars, galaxies, and even things we couldn’t even name… but what if we added powers to it all…..? With just the right amount of humor… and at the center of it all… one mind who carries dozens of lives… This story contains humor, tragedy, romance, pain, and more. But most of all, fantasy.

Rowan Cipher is the perfect weapon. A black-ops assassin with a kill count nobody counts and emotions nobody see. For twelve years he's lived by one rule: finish the mission, feel nothing, disappear. Until his handler assigns him a target that destroys everything. Daniel Hart. The rising political leader who could be president. The man Rowan loved and abandoned to save his life. The only person who ever made the killer want to be human. One shot. That's all it takes to end a life. But when Rowan watches Daniel through his scope, remembering soft hands and softer whispers, his finger freezes on the trigger. Then everything falls apart. Daniel's security breaches. His inner circle betrays him. And Rowan realizes the assassination contract is not about removing a political enemy. It's about silencing someone who knows too much about a conspiracy that reaches into the highest levels of government. Rowan faces an impossible choice. Complete the mission and lose Daniel forever. Or become a traitor, go rogue, and save the only man he ever loved. Either way, there's no coming back. But Daniel doesn't know the danger is coming. And he doesn't know the man protecting him from the shadows is the same man he's never stopped waiting for.

Reborn Flames, a writer, who's known for his shitty novel, ‘The world of trials’, found himself stuck in his prologue. Not a writer’s block. Actual stuck as in real life stuck in his novel. Everything seem to go well yesterday, he was offered an adaptation for his novel, and a big interview was arranged by his company. But when he opened his eyes, he awaken to see a white room, and he mistakes reality for some sort of dream

She was left to die, wasn't she? The world had forsake her hadn't they? They had corrupted her kind little heart only desiring to live a happy life. Since her birth she was cursed, yet others called it a blessing. They wanted to use her as a weapon. The angel of death had come to liberate them from their sufferings. This time around it would be a one-sided slaughter.

In the year 2350, Earth changed forever. Portals tore open across the skies, unleashing monstrosities no human had ever faced. But with the monsters came awakening – humans gained power, ranks, and a status screen that defined their place in the new world. Two centuries later, power no longer belonged to politicians, but to the awakened. Damian Valcor, a bored 15-year-old, only cared about passing the entrance exam for an academy. But on the eve of the results, his life was overturned when he awakened the memories of his past life. A past life where he was not an ordinary man… But a ruthless mafia boss. To his shock, the world he now lived in was nearly identical to a novel he had once come across in his previous life. Although he remembered the world, he didn’t remember any of the characters of that novel. But he was sure of one thing. Damian Valcor was not one of the main characters. He was just a random Extra. With underworld cunning, ruthless ambition, and the knowledge of what lies in the future for this world, Damian must make sure to protect his loved ones, the loved ones he never had in his past life. He will make sure to snuff out the existence of any being who dared to endanger them. But for that… He needs to rise as the one pulling the strings. And to do that, he needed… Power. "Power isn’t granted, it’s taken – and I’ve had a lifetime of practice." ________________ Schedule:- 2 Chapter/Day for now. Make sure to add this novel to your collections and give reviews if you like it :) Discord:- https://discord.gg/5PxSMfSUhJ

Even though the story has a perverted side with a milf harem, my true intention is to show how much mothers sacrifice for their families. They carry pain, stress, and responsibility without asking for praise, without getting noticed. They give their time, energy, and love every single day. Through this story, I want to highlight their struggles, their strength, and their quiet dedication. I hope, in my own way, I can acknowledge their efforts and show respect for everything they do for the people they love. You can call it a My love Letter to all the moms around the world. Synopsis- A kind-hearted widow in her late thirties tends to her small hair salon and raises her three nearly grown children alone. Life has settled into a quiet rhythm of exhaustion and unspoken loneliness—until one ordinary evening, a gentle young man walks through her door at the precise moment her strength is fraying. What starts as a single act of pure, unasked-for kindness blossoms slowly: shared home-cooked meals, late-night talks that mend old wounds, thoughtful gestures that make her feel truly seen and safeguarded for the first time in years. He doesn't just bring light to her days—he radiates a steady, nurturing warmth that feels almost... maternal. In his quiet care, she rediscovers the comforting embrace she once knew from her own mother long ago, and for the first time, she allows herself to lean into it. He heals not with grand gestures, but with the patient, unconditional affection that soothes the parts of her she no longer loves. And soon, that same soothing presence begins to touch everyone around him. One by one, other women in their twenties, thirties, forties—scarred by loss, hardened by life, aching for the gentle motherly love they either lost too soon or never truly had—find themselves drawn to him. To the way he listens without judgment, protects without possession, and makes broken hearts remember what safety feels like. For some, he echoes the mothers they cherished in childhood; for others, he becomes the nurturing figure they always wished for. She watches as the man who pieced her back together quietly becomes a beacon for many more... and not all of them are content to admire from afar. In a world that rarely rewards gentleness, how long can someone this tender, this devoted, this perfectly attuned to a woman's deepest needs remain hers alone? A tender, slow-burn slice-of-life romance about healing old wounds, embracing second chances, rediscovering motherly love in unexpected places, unbreakable family bonds, and the quiet power of being truly cared for. Wholesome and heartwarming at its core, with moments of deep emotional intimacy and found-family warmth... yet shadows loom on the horizon—violence, brutality, and dark underworld currents that will test every fragile connection they've built. If you crave gentle devotion, mature women finding solace in a younger man's nurturing heart, slow emotional unfolding, and the bittersweet tension of "too good to be true," this story might be the comforting (yet eventually intense) read you've been waiting for. This is my first time writing a slice of life focused story so if I mess up somewhere please ignore it. And Yes, I do use AI in my fic, but only to fix grammar mistakes and improve the reading experience since English is not my first language. I do not use AI to create the story itself. The story, the ideas, and the plot are completely mine. AI is only used to correct small mistakes I may have missed. Support me through:- Paypal:- https://www.paypal.me/SVora02 Patreon:- https://www.patreon.com/cw/GodOfMilfs Discord Link:- https://discord.gg/jcUtMVCevV Addition Tags- #milfs, #mature #r18 #romance #agegap #forbiddenlove #drama #emotional #healing #widow #singlemother #youngermalelead #protectivemalelead #trauma #slowburn #familydrama #secondchance #redemption #smut #RoughRomance #multipleorgasms #vanillatorough #koreanromance #sliceoflife #heartwarming #milf

Varek Kael Mourne woke up in a courtroom. Not from sleep. From death, a whole other life, a whole other world, finished. And now this. A verdict already being read, a collar already heating against his throat, and the people who were supposed to be his family sitting quietly in the gallery, watching it happen, having arranged most of it themselves. The charges were serious. Serial assault on Princess Selira Voss, a girl he had never met, in a body he had only just arrived in. The trial was over before he could understand the language properly. His cultivation pathways were destroyed with Voidrot Poison in Mol Sareth, a slave world with a red sky and a long memory for suffering. By the time the collar locked, he had nothing. No power, no allies, no name that meant anything anymore. He started paying attention anyway. It was the only thing left to do. Mol Sareth broke people slowly. The Yoke Pits went two kilometers underground and the ore disrupted every piece of Forge Rite equipment, so they used hands instead. His hands. Eighteen days into a punishment sentence in the Molten Trench, with the heat coming up through the stone in slow even waves and his body starting to lose the argument, he made a simple decision. He had already died once. He did not find it impressive enough to do again. The systems arrived in that silence. [Ding.] [System One Activated: The Remnant Archive] [You may now summon and commune with any being that has ever existed across all of Rivum and beyond.] [Cost per session: fragments of your remaining lifespan.] [System Two Activated: The Cracked Mirror] [Fragments of your own future are now visible to you.] [They are incomplete. They are out of order. They will not explain themselves.] [First Activation Reward: Ghost Channel Restoration-0.1% of destroyed pathways rebuilt.] [First Activation Reward: Lifespan Extended-10 years granted.] [First Activation Reward: Nullpath Seed Implanted-dormant in scar tissue. Condition for awakening: unknown.] [First Activation Reward: Archive Tier One Unlocked-Surface Dust. Summoning range: common mortals and minor cultivators.] [First Activation Reward: Mirror Fragment Delivered]-A single image. His own hand. Holding a key. No date attached. He read through all of it. Then he stood up. There were nine cultivation ranks between him and something the old records called Omnipotent, a word that appeared exactly once in all of Rivum's documented history before someone went through the trouble of removing it. There was a clan that needed to fall. A princess whose death was needed. He had a dead engineer's knowledge to steal, a collar to dismantle from the inside, and two systems that had just handed him more tools than anyone in this world knew he was carrying. He had time. He had done harder things with considerably less. --- Author's Note: Varek is not a hero. He was never going to be one. This story does not redeem him, and it does not ask you to root for him, it only asks you to watch. The pacing is medium to fast. Things move. People fall. Enjoy. Extra tags: #R-18 . #LimitlessEvolution . #UniquePowerSystem #Haren(In the far far future).

The gods have watched humanity for thousands of years. Their wars. Their prayers. Their endless struggle for survival. Eventually… they grew bored. So the gods decided to play a game. The rules are simple. The entire world becomes the battlefield. No chosen heroes. No safe places. No mercy. To survive the Gods’ Game, humanity must evolve, fight… and kill. Because in the end, only the strongest will remain. And somewhere in the heavens… the gods are watching. But while the gods laugh and watch from above… One of them is not playing the same game as the others.

Shikuza, the Prince hides a face that no longer exists, and hunts a "Villain" who is actually the King of Ghosts. As ancient riddles blur the line between humans and ghosts, you’ll realize the Hero you cheer for is........ But the real nightmare begins when you, the Reader, realize this story isn't fiction—it's a memory standing right behind you