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Chestnut haired Hannah Bennington’s brutal awakening to her second life locks her into 11 years of hell as a motherless 14 year old noble dressed in rags. Stuck in a household full of cruelty an indifferent father a blind-eyed eldest brother a second brother who tortures her physically and a stepsister Layla who makes her days a nightmare of mockery she’s never known a moment of kindness. Now with her past life’s memories burning bright she’s finally ready to break out of her gilded cage for good. What does she have to do with her second life?

Lucien dies believing in nothing. No gods. No afterlife. No meaning beyond flesh and instinct. But death does not end him. He awakens conscious yet powerless, imprisoned inside the body of a broken boy named Lucain, in a world governed by Seekers—those who walk Paths that shape reality itself. Lucien can see, hear, feel… but he cannot act. The body moves on its own will, driven by fear, madness, and instincts not his. As villages burn, beasts awaken, and ancient forces stir within forbidden forests, Lucien realizes something is deeply wrong with his condition. He is not merely reincarnated. He is displaced. Detached from emotion yet haunted by it, stripped of control yet burdened with awareness, Lucien begins to question the nature of the self: Are emotions bound to the soul, or to the flesh? If a body sins, who bears the guilt? And if a Path is chosen by the body… can the soul refuse it? Watched by Fate, entangled with death, and bound to a vessel that may doom them both, Lucien must uncover why he was cast into this world—and whether reclaiming control will save him… Or turn him into something far worse than what he was in life.

Legends don’t save the world. They decide how it ends. Aria is not a fighter. She is a bond. A bridge between five Aetherbounds—beings of overwhelming power and unbearable pasts. As war returns and darkness rises, Aria must hold together legends that are already breaking apart. Because if the Aetherbounds fall… the world falls with them.

Throwing a big jute bag full of valuables on the harsh-rough ground Silver kneeled infront of the small human laying in his nest. The nest which have layers soft fabric covering it so that the prickly straws don't scratch the human's skin.... dressed in white silk embroidered with gold with lush hair adorned with large and shiny pearls... One is enough to buy a whole Empire. As Silver purred begging for attention , the human stood up from the nest walked to him, cupping that large scaly head with eyes red like blood and the nostrils that breathes fire,She placed a soft kiss on his nose, embraced him in her warmth. Silver tried nudged his head to her skin... she pushes him away and flicks his nose as she was angry that it took him so late to come to her and spend time with his beloved. Sliver was the great ferocious dragon that everybody feared and respected.... Being the Emperor of Dragon's he ruled the sky and as the feared of the human's including the greatest warriors and mages he was in control of land too. But who was this beloved of his that had the power ordered him around and make him beg for her affection? Want to know try my story Silver's Bride. Except for the picture of the cover all rights belong to me, So you better take my permission through an written certified agreement before copying it or using in any other type of media. And to the readers, a very humble request to you all please let me know if anyone has copied my novel and if you find any other novel like that (except for the one with same name by my another account IraNag06 on Wattpad)let me know and please be refrain from reading it. That's all, love you my little macaroons, like, share and obviously comment so that I can make it better. Thanks in advance for your support.

Fighting with all my might, burning myself to the bone, tearing my soul apart… I, the Great Hero Emiya (no mistake), am going to wipe out six in one go today! A max-level Peach Blossom Calamity, a nuclear-powered swordsman, a hand-crafted divine creation, unmatched Mapo Tofu, undefeated—I, the Great Hero Emiya, want to go home! I want my sister and my wife! (High five) Just give Miyu a boost, and I'll summon my magic, tear apart singularities, and kick the Demon King. …With a not-so-intelligent cheat system, Emiya Ritsuka travels through the world, embarking on a journey to find miracles and return home.

How cliché, my soul was taken too soon by an incompetent Kami-sama, well at least he gave me the opportunity to reincarnate and my unique ability will be...Ten Shadows.

Kazuki transmigrates to the Naruto world during the Second Shinobi World War, a time when the ninja world is in chaos and human lives are as worthless as ants. Fortunately, Kazuki can open God-level Treasure Chests to obtain item cards from the world of One Piece. Opening a Skill Card: Obtains the Three-Color Haki Card! The activation of Conqueror's Haki alone intimidates a hundred thousand-strong Allied Shinobi Forces. Opening a Fruit Card: Mera Mera no Mi + Magu Magu no Mi equals Solar Golden Flames, incinerating the sky; Hito Hito no Mi + Hana Hana no Mi equals the Ten Thousand-Armed Golden Sun Buddha descending upon the world! Opening a Weapon Card: Supreme Grade Sharpest Sword Twelve Crafts, Ghost Cutter gathers the anger of three thousand worlds to furiously slash meteors from beyond the heavens; Opening a Character Card, leading the Four Emperors to the pinnacle of the ninja world, unifying the ninja world. Hashirama Senju: "Kazuki-kun, you are the God of the Ninja World!" Uchiha Madara: "Why even dance? Isn't lying down better?" Otsutsuki Kaguya: "Isn't being sealed away more pleasant?" Boa Hancock: "This concubine offers the entire world for the birth of my king!"

In 2032, a small asteroid struck Earth. Within months, people began to disappear. Not just those who touched it. Not just scientists. Anyone. A century later, the missing are known by a single name: Dissapants. Nihilus “Nhilly,” a detached, quietly suicidal office worker, vanishes into Yarion. In Yarion, survival isn’t enough. Every choice is observed. Every death is recorded. Every story is rewritten. To return home, Dissapants must clear Scenarios designed for the amusement of unseen gods — Stories that twist physics, morality, and memory itself. But Nihilus begins to notice something worse: Scenarios don’t just test them. They edit them. As gravity bends to his will and narrative threads begin to reveal themselves, Nhilly must decide whether he wants to escape the sky… —or seize control of it. A dark fantasy blending survival horror, psychological unraveling, and metafictional intrigue. Updates: 1 chapter a day, Mon–Thu Note: Early chapters focus on atmosphere and character before escalation begins around Chapter 11.

"Your Almighty Push and Planetary Devastation are formidable, but how would you contend with Mewtwo's Psychic and Rayquaza's Dragon Ascent?" Tanaka Kenji inquired, facing the individual who proclaimed himself to be 'God.' By leveraging a team of Pokémon with power rivaling that of legendary super-beasts, Kenji successfully ascended to the pinnacle of the world, defeating Madara Uchiha and Kaguya Otsutsuki with ease. Concurrently, he has amassed a collection of "companions," encompassing, but not limited to: Tsunade, Kushina, Mikoto, Konan, Mei Terumi... (Harem + Pokémon + Naruto + Wish fulfillment)

I died when the nukes fell. Next thing I knew, I was a baby in the Lawrence clan, yeah, THAT Lawrence clan, the disgraced Mondstadt nobles everyone hates. I spent ten years unable to relate to anyone. How do you play tag with other kids when you remember watching civilization burn? How do you care about noble etiquette when you know the Abyss is going to threaten this entire world? I got my Electro Vision at 10. I also got a system. Sounds OP, right? Wrong. It gives me one hour a day of enhanced understanding. That's it. One hour to figure out what everyone else misses about elemental power. The rest of the time, I'm on my own. So I started experimenting. Turns out you can use Electro to enhance human cells at the microscopic level. The Knights of Favonius call me “The Great Devil” because my training methods are brutal, but they work. At 15, I became their youngest captain. At 25, I completed something no human has done before. I travel with the Traveler and help with the main story stuff, but I’ve got my own agenda: collect all seven elements by learning from the Archons themselves. Sometimes they cooperate. Sometimes I have to convince them.( Venti’s secret identity makes excellent leverage.) Focalors doesn’t die in my version of Fontaine. Mavuika(Capitano too) doesn’t sacrifice herself in Natlan. I’ve saved lives that canon killed off and changed events that were supposed to be tragedies. Am I a hero? No. I blackmail gods, force solutions, and make morally questionable choices. But I’m preparing this world for what’s coming, whether it wants me to or not. Canon diverges hard. The MC gets strong but earns every bit of it. Lots of elemental theory and creative applications. Almost no romance because I’m too busy trying not to let everyone die. but there will be

"Survival in the Ninja World isn't about how many people you kill—it's about being the only one left who can save them." Reborn into Konoha four years after the Nine-Tails Rebellion, Evan knows the "script" of the coming tragedies. He isn't an Uchiha with the eyes of a god, nor a Hyuga with absolute vision. He is a generic orphan in a village destined for war. But on the day he refines his first drop of Chakra, the [Doctor’s Benevolence System] awakens. The rules are simple: Heal and Evolve. Every time Evan saves a life or treats an injury, he extracts rewards from the target. A scraped knee might grant a boost in Agility; a life-saving surgery on a Jonin might grant an S-rank Ninjutsu. [Ding! You have healed Naruto Uzumaki. Reward: Sage of Six Paths Chakra Fragment!] [Ding! You have treated Might Guy’s fatigue. Reward: Eight Gates Opening Technique!] From a "Golden Child" orphan to the most indispensable man in the Five Great Nations, Evan walks a path of absolute evolution. By exploiting his healing as a performance enhancer, he awakens the primal Senju Bloodline, turning his own body into a vessel for the Body of the Sage. He doesn't want to be a hero, but in a world of predators, being the ultimate Doctor makes him the deadliest hunter of all.

Arman was an ordinary thirty-year-old programmer who died quietly at his office desk, crushed by endless overtime and an unfulfilled life. Instead of oblivion, he awakens before a god who grants him a second chance—rebirth into a world where mana exists and destiny is shaped by effort rather than routine. Reborn in the Brahim Continent, Arman finds himself alone in a mysterious forest, guided only by a strange status window and a beginner’s guide. Though his body is healthy and mana flows through the world, he begins with no occupation, no skills, and no real power. Determined to never waste his life again, Arman chooses the path of a wizard—only to discover that magic is far harder than fantasy stories promised.

A story about a woman who is trapped in her dream after taking sleeping pills given by a mysterious pharmacy. In the dream, she experiences various of fantasy adventures

In this world, Pokémon never existed. Until they fell from the sky. Dragons burned cities. Thunder beasts crippled power grids. Creatures immune to bullets walked through military fire like it was rain. Humanity had no names for them...only fear. Reincarnated into a world where Pokémon were never created as games or stories, he alone recognizes the creatures that suddenly descend upon Earth. When a mysterious System awakens, displaying levels, abilities, and hidden data, he realizes something terrifying: He is the only Pokédex on Earth. Armed with knowledge and a livestream, he begins documenting every species that appears. Because if the world wants to survive the age of Pokémon… It will have to learn from him.

Everyone competes on the same court. Daiki Aomine: “The only one who can defeat me is Miyamoto Tokima.” Shintarō Midorima: “He’s the only man I’ve never been able to surpass.” Shōgo Haizaki: “I am the blade in Tokima’s hand.” Makoto Hanamiya: “The thing I regret most was clashing with Tokima. But that’s fine now. I’ve become the second blade in his hand.” Jason Silver: “Before Tokima’s animal instincts, I was nothing more than a helpless dragon.” Nash Gold Jr.: “The moment Tokima knocked me down, I knew— he would become my guiding light.” Yet as Miyamoto Tokima continues his games and his life, he slowly realizes something: He’s only making normal plays. So why does everyone keep turning everything into invincible skills?

At the twilight of the 19th century, the cowboys of the American West stood on the brink of extinction — their wild, untamed days slipping into legend. In the midst of this fading frontier, Logan Song awakens… within the body of Dave Callander — the man destined to die in the opening moments of Red Dead Redemption. But this time, the story won’t end the same. This time, he seizes his fate with both hands. “Dutch… I’ve got a plan.”

"Why Read 'The Borrowed Dawn'?" I created this story to subvert the 'Easy Isekai' trope. What if your greatest enemy wasn't the villain outside, but the original soul still living inside your body? If you love complex siblings, cold CEOs, and a ticking-clock mystery, you’re in the right place. "Host!" The first thing that returned was the smell—not the dust of her cramped apartment, but the sharp, sterile sting of antiseptic. Then came the light, a clinical white that burned through her eyelids until she was forced to face a world that wasn't hers. "Host, welcome to your mission." The voice didn't come from the room. It echoed from the hollows of her own skull, cold and synthesized. Hours ago, Emii had been a girl in a cluttered room, tossing a web novel aside in a fit of rage. She had cursed the heroine for her weakness, for letting "fake love" dismantle her life. She had demanded a better ending. In the world of stories, words are invitations; the universe had simply answered. She stood now in a majestic mansion of glass and gold, where chandeliers dripped like frozen diamonds and the silence was heavy enough to bruise. The System was her new god. It gave her rules. It gave her countdowns. It demanded she heal broken souls and unmask killers before the tenth night fell. But the System was a cruel architect. It had neglected to mention the Tether. Every twelve hours, the clock would strike a silent chord, and the silk sheets would begin to dissolve. The grand ballroom would blur into the stained blades of her ceiling fan; the smell of expensive lilies would rot into the scent of old cotton and stale air. Emii was a dying candle flickering between two rooms. The missions were a nightmare of timing. How could she secure a confession when she vanished mid-sentence? How could she shield a family from an assassin's blade when she was forced to leave them vulnerable for half the day? Back in her "real" world, she lived in a state of agonizing paralysis. She would lie on her worn mattress, eyes locked on her watch, counting the seconds while the novel's enemies moved against those she loved in the other life. But the disjointed reality wasn't the hardest part. It was the ache. It was the quiet, steady loyalty in Dravin's gaze and the warmth of a brother's hand on her shoulder—ghostly comforts that felt more real than the floor beneath her feet in the city. In one world, she was Emii, the invisible girl in a messy room. In this one, she was a protector. A daughter. A target. She was a temporary guest, a thief of time meant to finish the job and disappear. But as the days bled into one another, she realized she wasn't just fighting for survival. She was fighting for the girl who had owned this life before her—the one who never got the chance to be free. As the dawn of the final day broke across the horizon, painting the mansion in hues of bruised purple and gold, Emii understood the cost of her mission. Even borrowed lives can rewrite the stars. Even a ghost can leave a permanent scar on the world. You don't have to belong to a world to save it. Sometimes, it is enough to love it—even if you only have twelve hours left to stay. #Evin

From one day to the next, Special Grade Cursed Spirits lurking throughout the city began falling one by one. The sudden string of defeats sent shockwaves through the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers, yet no one knew who—or what—was responsible. Rumors spread of a mysterious figure whose power rivaled even Satoru Gojo’s. When this mysterious sorcerer was finally tracked down, everyone was left dumbfounded. Standing at the entrance of a supermarket, a bald man clutched discounted chicken and green onions, staring blankly at the team of sorcerers who had painstakingly traced his trail. “Jujutsu? What’s that? Are you filming a prank show?” he said. “Sorry, but I have no time. I have to make it to the next discounted sale in three minutes.” Long story short, Saitama is in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Did you think the "Hero" had to save the world? Sushi has a different opinion… he only wants to save his wallet! ​After a freak accident, the greedy young man "Sushi" wakes up in a magical world. He’s not a hero wielding a legendary sword; he’s a vagabond who can’t even afford a pair of pants. In a world that prizes mana and might, Sushi decides to use the only weapon nobody else possesses: Absolute Commercial Cunning. ​From scamming city guards with "PlayStation Cheat Codes" to selling common chicken eggs as "Royal Dragon Eggs"—nothing will stop Sushi from transforming from a naked beggar into the wealthiest man in the kingdom. ​"Why should I fight the Demon King for free, when I can rent him a broken sword for double its price?" ​Join "The Real Sushi" on a journey filled with laughter, clever scams, and a logic that will make you rethink what it means to be a "Hero." ​Note: Don't leave your wallet near Sushi while reading... it might go missing!