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When powerful mafia boss Dominic Rosetti is murdered, his daughter Valentina discovers a shocking truth — her father signed a marriage contract binding her to Dante Vittori, the cold and feared heir of their rival family. Believing Dante killed her father, Valentina enters the alliance with hatred in her heart and a gun in her hand. But inside the Vittori compound, nothing is what it seems. Her mother — long believed dead — is alive and imprisoned. A shadow organization called the Conclave controls both families from the darkness. And the real killer isn't who she thinks. As Valentina transforms from a grieving law student into a dangerous player in the underworld, she uncovers betrayal within both families, a mole feeding secrets to her father's murderer, and a conspiracy that spans decades. But the most dangerous discovery is the one she never expected — falling for the man she swore to destroy. Caught between revenge and desire, lies and loyalty, Valentina must decide what she's willing to sacrifice to protect the people she loves — and whether the man who put a ring on her finger is her greatest enemy or her only salvation. Genre:Dark Mafia Romance Themes:Enemies to Lovers | Forced Marriage | Revenge | Betrayal | Slow-Burn Romance Tone: Intense, emotional, suspenseful, steamy

Reincarnation of a politician as a slave

John Holden, a 20-year-old college student, has been drawn to the paranormal ever since his younger brother, Eli, vanished a decade ago. Haunted by the unanswered questions, John spends his life chasing the unexplained. When he hears rumors about Ashwood Park—a long-abandoned, overgrown park with a dark history—he is drawn to it immediately. But Ashwood Park holds more than whispers of the supernatural. It is the very place where Eli disappeared, and the air is thick with restless spirits. As John delves deeper into the park’s mysteries, he uncovers chilling truths that blur the line between obsession and reality—and finds himself confronting forces beyond comprehension. Ashwood Park is a gripping tale of grief, courage, and the terrifying unknown, where the search for a missing loved one may awaken more than just memories.

I died in a car accident saving a kid I’d never met. Yeah i know… cliché. Last thing I saw was chapter 847 of my favorite novel, still open on my phone. Fitting, I guess. What came next wasn't heaven, hell, or a white void with a wise old man explaining the rules. It was a system prompt, a broken Dungeon Core at the bottom of an underground world, and a demon maid with red eyes and eighty-two years of patience who looked at me like she'd been waiting specifically for me. She had been. I just didn't know it yet. Now I’m the sovereign of a dungeon. Not a hero exploring one — the dungeon itself. A cracked black gemstone in a cave on floor five, with five goblins, fifty Abyss Points, and the kind of meta-knowledge that only comes from reading too many webnovels at 2am. The humans on the surface will find the gates, pick their classes, form their parties, and descend floor by floor to "clear" whatever's down here. Let them come. I have an infinitely evolving dungeon, an army that only gets stronger, and enough time to make sure that by the time they reach my floor — they'll wish they hadn't. This is a LitRPG dungeon-building story. Infinite evolution, strategic warfare, and a growing roster of terrifyingly powerful women who chose to serve something worth serving. Levels. Mines. Invasions. Politics. And a mystery buried deeper than any floor on the map. I didn't finish my story on Earth. I'm writing a new one down here.

Harry Goodwin was raised within the cold stone halls of a holy church, taught that obedience was virtue and faith was salvation. To the outside world, the church was a beacon of charity and Light. To those who lived within its walls, it was something far more complicated. As children begin to vanish under the guise of “service,” Harry starts to notice patterns no one is willing to question. Morning prayers feel heavier. Blessings feel transactional. And silence, he learns, is safer than truth. With only his closest friends at his side, Harry faces an impossible choice: accept the world as the church defines it—or risk everything to challenge a system built on sanctified lies. Faith offers power. Oaths promise purpose. But every vow has a price.

It all began with one challenge. Kairo, the untouchable king of campus. A cocky, magnetic heartbreaker every girl dreams of. A walking sin with a smirk that ruins and a charm that destroys. A Casanova who collects hearts like trophies… and never keeps one for long. Then there’s Sara, the quiet nerd who loved him in silence. Not just his body, not just the fantasy every other girl wanted, she longed for all of him. His heart. His soul. His love. But when a challenge pulled them together, his goal was to win the game. Hers was to win him. And somewhere in between, everything changed. What was supposed to be fun became chaos, twisting Sara’s already fragile life into a disaster she never saw coming. Yet, when everything crumbles, she clings to the only thing that keeps her alive, her secret blessing. Her heartbeat. Her reason to keep going.

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity. Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

A boy woke up in a ruined shrine on a mountain. Monsters and humans await his journey. He plans to survive and navigate through life. But someone seems to have far bigger plans for him.

In a world that has ceased to turn—where the sun’s rays carry a lethal curse and the cold machines of Peterumman steal childhoods to forge them into weapons—Unit 009 is born. With no names and no memories, only a metal label etched into their wrists, Nugia and his comrades must survive the brutality of Instructor Varkas and the dark ambitions of Lord Vier. Amidst the clanging of steel and the hum of mana circuits, they seek a long-lost harmony in the 'Symphony of the Still Earth.' Can humanity truly bloom in a soil that has already died?

In the Empire of Solis, your bloodline defines your destiny. High-born summoners command Holy Bone Dragons; the low-born are left to rot. Lucian Valentine was the empire's greatest genius—until the Rite of Awakening. Betrayed by a prince and stripped of his medals, he was forced into a contract with a "trash" humanoid skeleton: a grey, ribless reject that the world laughed at. They called it a failure. Lucian called it a blank canvas. To the Empire, necromancy is a gift of blood. To Lucian, it is a cold, precise science. While others rely on ancient prayers, Lucian relies on runic engineering, biomechanical grafting, and the logic of death itself. He will not scream for revenge. He will build it, bone by bone, until the very gods who cast him out realize their mistake. "They gave me a skeleton. I will give them a God of Death."

New chapter every Friday at 9:30 PM (Mexico time). —Why did you kill my sister?—I asked angrily, clenching my fists. His response was a mocking laugh. —I still remember her last words—he said, leaning against the wall, right next to the door.—"I should have listened to my sister when she told me you were a bad person." Sister…

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born; she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps.

I transmigrated as a tiny palace kitchen maid, expecting misery... but found warmth instead. Chefs secretly slip extra buns to homesick eunuchs. Kitchen girls pool coins to buy medicine for the sick old matron Nights are spent huddled around the stove, sharing stolen pastries and stories of hometown moons. No scheming, no rivalry-just friendship, laughter, and a little sweetness in the palace.

Reborn for the 100th time, Han Tian Yi carries a curse stronger than death itself: his memories are stripped, his body so flawed he cannot even form a spiritual root. Laughed at, abandoned, and written off by Heaven, he refuses to accept fate. Through forbidden arts, cunning, and the sacrifice of his little brother, he seizes a new body and regains all his past lives. No mortal, no immortal, no law of Heaven can contain him. Step by step, he rises, outsmarting gods, dominating clans, and bending the cultivation world to his will. But even the Dao God Realm is only the beginning… beyond it lies a power so immense, it can reshape existence itself.

The world of cultivation is not ruled by chaos or justice, but by institutions that decide who is allowed to rise and who must remain beneath them. Xu Qian is born into wealth and talent, yet neither grants safety. Knowledge is controlled, and survival itself carries consequences that do not fade. Before he ever steps into a sect, he learns that power is structured and that mistakes are permanent. An assassination attempt meant to erase him quietly forces Xu Qian to confront the reality of the path ahead. Strength alone is never enough. Advancement is never free. And the truths of the world reveal themselves only after the cost has been paid. This is not a story of destiny or shortcuts. It is the story of standing at the edge of the Dao and realizing how far it truly is.

An Arc Reactor. The symbol of the future. Of ingenuity. Of a legacy. And a slacker. This story is about a brilliant but lazy human who reincarnates into the Marvel Universe. He awakens in the year 1975, staring up at the smiling faces of Howard and Maria Stark. Now, existing as an infant Tony Stark, he needs to figure out the specific laws of his new reality while preparing to navigate a world of Gods, Aliens, and Infinity Stones. (Knowledgeable MC, but limited by the timeline. His meta-knowledge is his superpower, but it is also his greatest source of paranoia.) (THE MULTIVERSE PROBLEM: He retains all knowledge of the MCU and Comics, but he does not know which specific Earth he inhabits. Is it Earth-616? The Cinematic Universe? The Ultimates? He must survive long enough to find out, knowing that one wrong assumption could be fatal.) Hope you enjoy!

In the year 2050, humanity shattered a colossal object on a collision course with Earth and unknowingly opened an ancient prison. The fragments became the floating Shard-Cities. The released energy known as the Cascade changed the world forever, granting humanity supernatural abilities… and giving birth to terrifying Mana-Beasts that now plague the planet. A century later, in 2150, society is ruled by the M-Scale. Your power level decides where you live, what you become, and whether your life has any value at all. Nulls and Near-Nulls struggle on the ground. The Gifted rule the skies. And elite Hunters are celebrated as heroes broadcasting their battles to the world. Arin Kai Rastogi is a Near-Null from the Indus Valley Collective. He works as a Cutter, dismantling dead Mana-Beasts for scraps, just to keep his sick mother alive and support his younger sister’s dream of escaping the lower city. Invisible. Powerless. Easily forgotten. Until a mysterious accident during a salvage operation fuses an unknown core into his body and awakens something that was never meant to exist. •follow me on:- YouTube: @pencilstorm_aditya instagram:Adityarathor63

Amid schemes, lies, and haunting mysteries, IAM must tread carefully through a world where reality bends and curses linger. One misstep, and he risks slipping into nothingness, consumed by shadows beyond comprehension. Powerless against beings of terrifying strength, IAM must uncover the truth. He doesn't know who or what he is. But something does—and it's watching... This is the a tale of suffering, of betrayal, death and mystery... of someone who shouldn’t matter—yet somehow does. From blood-soaked ruins to horrifying creatures, from horrible lies to strange truths, he will walk a path no one understands… not even him. And when he finally learns the truth— The world may wish he never had. **I upload twice a day. ** ** please add it to your collection even if you don't read it now, it will be very much appreciated. ** **because the synopsis doesn't say a lot, read my review down below for more information. **