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Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— In panic, she blurted. "N-no... please... sir. T-this is w-wrong..." Aiden's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. His brows furrowed as he watched her. Her lips were parted but no more words came. She still looked scared, but now, a little panicked. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color rushed to Celeste's cheeks at his words, a mix of fear, panic and embarrassment. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was called the mad heir.  Who touched a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, and Celeste tensed. Her eyes lifted to his face, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room catching the shift in his expression. His brows drew together at first, then slowly a smirk crept up his lips. His gaze moved from her robe back to her face, his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked, wife?" He asked the known, the look in his eyes setting off alarms in her head. His smirk deepened. "And you're not here to seduce me?" Celeste's eyes widened at the accusation. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe... isn't that seduction, little lamb?" His voice was low. "No-no... I—I..." Without warning, he leaned in, close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her skin. "Shh... let me touch what's mine, wife."

For his whole life, Ethan had toiled away, following a conventional path. Wasn’t it simple? Study, get a job, marry, have kids, and live a normal life. But Ethan’s path was anything but conventional. Plagued with late-stage kidney failure and only days left to live, his wife tore away her facade and divorced him mercilessly, leaving him to fend for himself. Just as he was about to despair, a screen materialized in front of him. What? Sleeping with women will boost my lifespan and give me rewards? So be it. He would use this second chance to live his life to the fullest. But sleeping with women wouldn’t be easy… not until he got rid of one critical problem.

Marcus died laughing at a sitcom, only to wake up as the star of a much weirder one. Transmigrated into Woodstone Manor with a "Poltergeist Production System" that looks like a retro 70s control board, he's the only ghost who didn't get stuck with just one boring power. While the Viking and the Hippie bicker, Marcus is busy managing his "Ghost Energy" pool to trigger "Audience Approval" buffs and investigating a secret vault beneath the east wing that the show never mentioned. He's not here to just float through walls; he's here to produce the perfect afterlife, even if the "Canned Laughter" button is currently broken and the system keeps reminding him that his spoilers are officially expired.

A small immortal clan, with the efforts of the ancestors of the past , slowly developed into an immortal clan. Spaning the lower , upper and ileven the immortal world . This is the history of the development and growth of a small family. During this period, there were ups and downs, and there were also struggles for power and profit.

Chaos. Screams, a strange omni-colored fire, falling buildings, and a resounding bestial roar that dominates the skies. This is Faxton, a city in a highly advanced human society that has long since conquered the stars. On April 17, 3501 AST (After Space Transcention), Faxton is destroyed by an unknown alien beast. Two months after the attack, Alesha Williams wakes up to discover that a mystical entity, The 'Seed of Chaos' System, has bonded to her and is determined to mold her life to its liking! This story is about her journey coping with the uninvited, obstinate being in her head and growing in strength while she tries desperately to keep her humanity--which the System seems intent on getting rid of. While trying to figure out whether this new 'System' is more of a blessing or a curse, Alesha's life takes several unexpected turns, her worldview is flipped upside down, and she changes in ways she will never be able to take back. ---- Cover Art digitally painted by me! Do not reuse in any way, shape or form. Absolutely NO AI is utilized in the creation of my story or its concept art. Other concept art for this series is published here: https://www.deviantart.com/lewhimsira/gallery/94239058/-seed-of-chaos-system ---- Chapters range from 725 - 1500 words on average (most commonly ~1100 words), with a few chapters being longer. I am an uncontracted author, so all chapters are FREE! :D Current posting schedule is 2-3 chapters a week.

Scarlet King has lived and died more times than anyone could count. Each time, the Wheel of Rebirth drags him back—into a new life, a new world, and the same endless cycle. But in one life, he chooses rebellion. He will destroy the Wheel itself. To claim eternal rest, Scarlet King walks a demonic path of cultivation, slaughter, and ruthless ambition, carving his way through worlds, laws, and the very structure of the eleven dimensions. Mercy means nothing. Sin means nothing. If countless worlds must fall for him to finally rest, then so be it. Because to Scarlet King, eternal rest is worth any price.

He died in himalayas while researching a paranormal activity and his soul get transfered to another world which have magic with new name Zaemon. He decided to forge a new life without regrets. Join for his journey in this new world. It's my first work hope you people will like it. Starting can feel slow to some people. I will surely upload minimum 2 chaperts per week and I will try to upload daily. Note- My story doesn't have system. English is my second language.

In a world of magic and swords, where peace isn't guaranteed, Henry, second son of the Sinclair Barony lives a depraved and unambitious life from the moment his older brother was named heir. A noble with no responsibilities, he squanders his talents for a life of comfort with very little redeeming qualities. When Henry goes too far in his hedonistic pursuits and is sent away from the Barony to a military outpost, he figures he only needs to endure a few weeks of harsh living before his parent's cave and let him back into the Barony. But life throws a curveball in his plans as the outpost is attacked and Henry suddenly loses his life. In a twist of fate, he wakes up on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, four whole years in the past. With a new lease on life how will Henry trailblaze his own path forward and correct the mistakes of the future? Time will tell.

(WARNING: R+!9 Contents) In a world torn apart by the undead, survival is no longer about just staying alive. It’s about who you’re willing to trust, what you’re willing to give up, and how far you’ll go to feel something human again. Iyisha Clarke, a young doctor with more instinct than experience, crosses paths with Malcolm Briggs, a former Navy SEAL carrying wounds deeper than just the physical. They didn’t plan to travel together, much less depend on each other. But between dodging zombies, stolen kisses, and broken boundaries, their connection becomes harder to ignore. Supplies are scarce, safe zones are shady, and sex in a zombie apocalyptic world is messier than it sounds. Some people are trying to rebuild. Others are just trying to breathe. And somewhere between a dying government and whispered hope, Iyisha and Malcolm might find more than just survival. They might find a reason to live.

Reshaine, Abidale, and Eleanor are living their normal teenage life, visiting their grandfather from time to time on his farm. Everything started getting unusual after an encounter with the old oak in their grandfather’s yard. It was magical and very unrealistic. They started feeling like there was a burning fire inside of them that gradually grow much bigger and hotter. More and more, they became aware that something is wrong with them. The urge of something inside them is too strong, and they ended up somewhere unknown to anyone. It was somehow peaceful and scary at the same time.

My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. 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

Kaelen Caelthorn was born into nobility… but treated as an outcast. With low magicule levels and a body deemed too fragile, he was overlooked by his father and brother, ignored by the empire that valued power above all. But Kaelen harbored a secret—one that defied the very laws of this world. In truth, he was the reincarnation of a soul that met the dying essence of Veldanava, the creator of existence. From this cosmic encounter was born a mysterious skill: [Founder], hidden even from the most advanced forms of analysis. Over time, Kaelen unlocks devastating powers—light, ice, time, and even the star attribute—and awakens abilities long thought lost to myth. As his soul resonates with the memories of a True Dragon, his form and fate begin to shift. Now hunted by Velgrynd, watched by Emperor Rudra’s forces, and standing at the crossroads of divine power and human limitation, Kaelen must navigate a web of lies, loyalty, and legacy. His journey is no longer just about survival—it's about reshaping the world that once cast him aside. Can a forgotten child rise to become the Founder of All?

Yuki was nobody special — just a high school kid walking home from school when a flash of light ripped him out of his world and dropped him into open sky above an endless forest. A kingdom's mages had attempted a forbidden Hero Summoning, seeking a weapon for their brewing war. They botched the spell. Instead of arriving in their summoning chamber, Yuki materialised thousands of metres in the air with nothing but trees below. When he woke up, he was sitting at the centre of a kilometres-wide circle of dead forest with enough raw power packed inside his chest to level a mountain, and absolutely no idea how to control it.

Chen Yuan transmigrated into a cultivation world and became the eldest brother of a down-and-out sect. His master often boasted that the Sect was once a famous immortal sect in the whole world. Chen Yuan believed it to be true and was determined to restore the glory of the sect with the help of system he obtained from transmigration. While other cultivators struggle for years to advance a single realm, Chen Yuan grows stronger by giving away what he produced. Different Sect Disciples: It's too difficult to get hands on Supreme Grade Pills. Chen Yuan's Sect Disciples: Supreme Grade? What's so difficult about obtaining it? Our dogs consume that in daily manner. Different Sect Ancestors: It's too difficult to get a hand on Chaos treasures. Chen Yuan's Sect Disciples: Bwaaa. What's so difficult about it? All of us have atheist a dozens of it. Hahaha. The world:..... Before they knew it, Supreme Grade Pills and Chaos treasures were flooding the Mountain Sect. The Sect also grew from a small and declining sect into a peerless immortal sect with just the work of one single individual.

A quiet night. Empty streets. A sudden grab from a black car. She didn’t see it coming—but someone did. Fear, secrets, and danger collide in a race she can’t escape. Will she survive the night?

“The fallen, the desperate, the chosen, and those favored by fate itself… all are summoned to the Tower.” “A place where legends are born, where power beyond imagination awaits, and where those who climb can stand among gods, conquer reality, and carve their names into eternity.” “Will you abandon everything? Will you risk your life to ascend? To face ancient titans, rulers of shattered worlds, and immortal beings who command existence itself… and rise above them all?” From the moment he entered the Tower, its challenge echoed without end. But Eryon Valen never cared for destiny, nor the promises of power waiting at the top. “I will ascend… and burn this Tower to nothing.”

Once upon a time, Earth had Qi, and many cultivators lived within it, but one day all of them disappeared, and it became the cultivator's forbidden land. However, as time went on, humans underwent evolution, and many of them gained superpowers. Besides Earth, there are two other realms connected to Earth. The two realms are the Heaven Realm and the Hell Realm. When Chen Li was very young, he only knew that his father was killed by people from several powerful and prominent families, and his family's property was also robbed by them. Since then, he had also been bullied by the younger generations of those families, but he couldn't do anything against them. Because they were possessors of superpowers, whereas he was just an ordinary young man with a frail body, and he didn't have any superpowers whatsoever. One day, some of them beat him almost to death, then they dumped him in the northern forest and left him to die. However, fate was still kind to Chen Li. Just as he was about to die, the soul remnant of a strong cultivator named Song Tianyi found him. Song Tianyi decided to save Chen Li from death; he took him as his sole successor, and he passed everything down to him. After that, Chen Li trained diligently to become a strong cultivator with one goal: revenge. How will Chen Li go about facing the superpower possessors and getting revenge on those people? And how would he face the races of the other two realms? Let's find out.

The stone glowed. Nobody told him why. Aldric is fifteen, a farmer's son from a village too small to appear on any map. He has no ambitions, no enemies, no idea that the Emperor has been quietly searching for people like him — or what for. Now he carries a sealed letter toward an academy he's never heard of, in a city he can't imagine, to learn a kind of magic he didn't know existed. Four schools. Seven elements. Five ranks between a boy who can dampen ash and a mage who can crack the world open. Aldric doesn't know that yet. He's still learning which direction to walk.

When dungeon gates opened across the world, it became a gold rush. Hunters chased glory. Guilds chased power. Corporations chased profit. Phong Tran awakened as a Level 1 Farmer. No skills. No passives. A broken EXP bar that never moved. So he sold energy drinks instead. Leg warmers. Electrolytes. Power banks. If everyone else was digging for gold, he’d sell the shovels. Then Josh came. University golden boy. Gym-built. Son of a man who could erase problems with a phone call. “Protection fee.” Phong refused. He woke up in a hospital bed, beaten within an inch of death. His aunt and uncle were gone. No bodies. No investigation. No media coverage. Just silence. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his system finally gave him a quest: Plant and harvest 10 potatoes in the dungeon. That’s it. No penalties. No forced missions. No ticking clock. No promise of justice. Just a choice. Phong takes it. The potatoes mutate. Then other plants followed. Chilies spit burning rounds. Sweet potatoes bulk up into blunt-force bruisers. Garlic turns chemical-warfare illegal. Enoki mushrooms rattle like dungeon-grade machine guns. His crops become his frontline. Phong doesn’t want to conquer the dungeon. He wants to build something inside it. A farm. A hearth. A settlement for people tired of being disposable. He won’t let revenge be the only thing he grows. Revenge lit the spark. But it won’t be the only thing he grows. And if the most powerful man in the city comes looking to finish what his son started... He’ll learn something the dungeon already knows. This farm fights back.