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Tyler and Aaron have hated each other since forever. Rivals on the track, enemies in the dirt, and constantly at each other's throats-nothing in their small-town trailer park life is simple. Between crashed bikes, broken families, late-night fights, and reckless choices, their hatred is loud, messy... and maybe the only thing keeping them alive. The thing is, sometimes hate isn't the opposite of love. Sometimes it's the first step toward it. Warning: slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, explicit language, violence, drugs, trauma, and sexual content.

Wang Zhi never had much ambition. All he wanted to do was live a peaceful life playing video games and drawing. But what choice does he have, when he is thrust into the world-famous xianxia game, Spring Blossoms, Autumn Fruits? Having been a top player in terms of hours, Wang Zhi--Qiu Yunru now--settles on becoming as strong a cultivator as possible. This way, he can defend himself from whatever demons and demonic cultivators might attack in this game fraught with danger! A peaceful life can be lived if one is strong enough to protect it. Right? Or maybe not. Like dust, his dreams of a peaceful life are shattered by a combination of bad luck and the presence of a clingy young master... ***This novel is a first draft! Each chapter is written and posted on the spot. Some of it may change over time and some plotholes may exist before the final edit is complete!*** __________________________________________________ What to Expect + Xianxia LitRPG + Isekai/Transmigration + Cheats + Yandere ML + Slow-burn + Weak-->Strong __________________________________________________ Release Schedule: Chapters every day except when author is unable to! (once in a while chapters may be missed)

“Aaaah, you mean that useless fuck?’” In other words: Tao Hua's life in Siyue Town is fucking miserable, somehow earning him the title of "Village Disgrace." To cope with this, he retreats into tale after tale, dreaming of someone to save him from this worthless piece of shit town. Which brings us to our story! One fateful day, Tao Hua's entire routine is flipped upside down after stupidly running into a mysterious man. This man, titled Lord No-Name as per Tao Hua's fabulous creativity, was both tall and intimidating. And most importantly...he could read! No dumbfuck villager around had the brains, so our poor princess couldn't help himself, he had to find out more about this potential friend--and quite possibly his first ever. But there wa one problem with this touchy man that Tao Hua couldn't understand. To every question answered was three more posed. Through a twist of events, Tao Hua regrettably realizes this man of eloquence and many talents shares a common swntiment: he is also fucking miserable! BUt worse! And instead of coping like normal fucking person, he doesnt even bother! He doesn't escape. He doesn't cope. He just does nothing. 0/10, worst prince ever written. Misery aside, this fateful encounter will force Tao Hua to make a choice, but to this choice, he asks only one rhetorics question. "What was one mean-spirited beast to a town of people who despises a beauty's entire existence?" ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief is a slow-burn, stop to smell the roses, type of novel. That being said, the roses aren't your typical floral scent, and the prince isn't charming. He sucks, big time. It follows the POV of the princess, Tao Hua as he tries to understand just who this mystery man is and the curse that shrouds Chuhen Palace. ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief will be updated Monday-Wednesday-Friday. ──── ୨୧ ──── Disclaimer: This story borrows the premise of Beauty and the Beast, by Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont, relying heavily on the trope while also twisting it to smithereens. The beast element is exchanged for a power dynamic, and the curse differs from the original story. The narration borders on sarcastic, self-aware, while also targeting deeper topics. The narrator often breaks the fourth wall as a stylistic choice. ──── ୨୧ ──── !!!IMPORTANT WARNINGS!!! This story is morally complex and does follow topics such as abuse and manipulation. Understanding that, it's best to read knowing not all is what it seems, nor does the author endorse these themes. They just prefer to write darker topics with the potential of resolve.

[Warning! This is a harem where the MC is the harem member, the one who has to share, not be shared.] I listened to the potential buyers in the hallway as they inspected the females in the other cells. There weren’t enough beastmen to go around, and from the way other males bowed to them, I could tell they were apex predators. The very top of the food chain. In a world where females outnumbered the males twenty to one, the idea that these nine males were sharing one female between them instead of each taking twenty as their own was odd. Unheard of, really. Unless the female was of unparalleled beauty, then... no, I still didn't get it. What was even stranger was that this female seemed to be even more feared than all nine of her mates, combined. ─────────────────────── Tags: harem, primitive world, beast world, polygamy, bisexual harem (bxb, gxg, bxg), femdom, ─────────────────────── A/N: Madam, the one with 9 males, can make even straight women go gay for her. (*ゝω･*) If you are new to GL, this is a perfect starting story for you. (￣▽￣)

The night Ryiot came for Ciel's family, everything burned. Two years later, Ciel arrives at Yale University determined to rebuild his life and keep one dangerous secret hidden: he is an omega. Then he meets the man who destroyed everything. Pent up anger and grief gets the better of Ciel and he calls out the feared Alpha for what he was: a monster. Nobody challenges Ryiot and go scotfree... But instead of killing Ciel as everybody has thought, Ryiot does something more dreadful. He marks him. The bond exposes Ciel's identity, ties him to the man he hates, and drags him into a world of power, secrets, and violence. But Ciel isn't an omega Ryiot can easily controls. While Ryiot believes he owns him, Ciel is already planning the downfall of the alpha, and everyone behind the night that ruined his life. The only problem? The bond between them is growing stronger. And the deeper it grows, the harder revenge becomes.

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).

While others awaken supreme systems, Rowan is stuck with goddess Nyphrin, a sarcastic, newbie system that specializes in chaos and bad timing. With four mates, rising enemies, and realms on the brink of war, Rowan must survive love, power, and fate itself. “Tell me why I have four mates, Nyphrin.”

I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. Before I could even panic, a system window appeared. [Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez.] [Favorability: -10] [Time Remaining: 30 minutes] [Penalty: Death] Myles Cortez, the final villain of the story. Apparently, if I want to live, I have to seduce him. Easy, right? ... Wrong. "You think you can back out now?" His fingers tightened behind my head, eyes dark. "Blake, you confessed to me every day with that smile." ...I may have seduced him a little too well.

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT WITH DETAILED SMUT, LANGUAGE] Theodore Pierce has a dream, and that dream has a six-pack, steel-gray eyes, and a permanent scowl. Unfortunately, the man of his (very explicit) dreams is also Xavier Fairchild: billionaire CEO, legendary Alpha ice king, and Theo’s boss of three excruciatingly polite years. Theo’s plan was simple: pine quietly, survive on late-night fantasies, and keep his hopeless crush safely locked away while enjoying no-strings fun with Rowan, his ridiculously hot rock-star Alpha friends with benefits. Then one drunken night changed everything. One blurry, earth-shattering, knot-so-good one-night stand with the boss he’s secretly obsessed with, followed by Xavier pretending it never happened. Like seriously? Well, challenge accepted. Between leaked paparazzi photos, emergency heats in glass elevators, and a company gala that ends with a fake mating mark becoming very, very real, Theo is determined to thaw the ice king, one scandalous moan at a time. Because if Xavier Fairchild thinks he can knot him senseless and then go back to spreadsheets and silence… Well, he clearly underestimated how stubborn a sunshine omega (pretending to be a Beta) in love can be. or... in which a Sex-crazed Omega, in his mission to seduce an alpha CEO... accidentally gets entangled with said billionaire CEO, a famous idol and a mafia don.

Jeremy never expected a summer in Malibu to make his pulse race... or to ignite a dangerous desire in Atlas. Atlas is tall, strict, and unbearably magnetic, teasing Jeremy, keeping him at arm's length, and yet somehow making him ache with every glance. Sweet, awkward, and completely unprepared, Jeremy can't help the way he's drawn to Atlas's commanding presence... or the way his body betrays him at the smallest touch. What starts as teasing and tension soon becomes obsession. Every look, every brush of fingers, every shared moment pulls them closer, until Jeremy realizes some men don't just want you...they claim you with whatever love is left in them.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

VOLUME-1 "Golden Love" In a kingdom divided by bloodlines and bound by duty, "Duke Colden Everhart" carries the crushing weight of power and expectation. To the world, he is the noble heir — graceful, distant, and untouchable. But behind the walls of Everhart Manor lives a man who yearns for something forbidden: a simple life, and a love that feels real. Disguised as a humble traveler named 'Cole', Colden escapes his gilded cage each night to wander the lantern-lit streets of a quiet town — where he meets 'Marco', a warm-hearted innkeeper whose laughter feels more healing than any crown. What begins as chance companionship soon becomes a fragile bond of unspoken affection. To Marco, 'Cole' is a mysterious man with kind eyes and secrets too heavy to share. To Colden, Marco is the only truth he’s ever known — the only person who loves him not for his name, but for his heart. But the closer they grow, the harder it becomes for Colden to keep his promise — to protect Marco from the dangerous truth of who he really is. Because in a world where nobles cannot love commoners, a single revelation could destroy them both. Yet under the quiet glow of moonlight, two souls find solace in a promise — that love, once found, is worth every secret kept..........

Where are you? Please buy me a condom." "Condom my butt! Im your bodyguard, not your slave!" "Who said you were a slave? You're my WIFE." "What the fuck?" ************************************ Life is hard. And it is harder on my side of the plate. Aside from studying, I have to be a bodyguard for the Mafia's good for nothing second son. My life is really a heck of a mess. The bastard wants meto turn the sky, upside down. Almost killing myself in exhaustion from working part time and studying. And, there's the obnoxious debt collector gang, forcing me and my brother to pay gambling debts. What a thief! What am I gonna do? Let's just focus for now on how to teach the bastard learn some fighting skills so that he won't get bullied so easily.He paid me a hefty price, must do the job. -Porsche ************ Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976,allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment,news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is ause permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing.This chapter is published in a form of quotation and promotion of theoriginal story, claimed as 'fair use'. Please visit the webpage of the original author and support them in their work, who sustain the sole ownership of this publication.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT:18+ This work is a dark, adult-oriented romance. Readers should expect: -Explicit sexual situations/smut -Intense emotional and physical power dynamics -Complex themes of obsession and possessiveness This novel is not suitable for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if you are uncomfortable with explicit content, please exit this story. SPOILER ALERT: Very Spicy chapter 1-4 SYNOPSIS: After his girlfriend dumps him for a man with a fatter wallet, Henry Sorn hits a dark, upscale club to forget his own sorrow. He spots a man—impeccably dressed, devastatingly handsome, and radiating raw, dangerous authority. Driven by a reckless, drunken impulse, Henry whispers a proposition: “Want to fuck?” The stranger pulls him into a shadow-drenched alcove, and their first night is a blur of desperate friction and primal need. The shock arrives the next morning in a lecture hall: the man from the club is Frank Miller, the university’s most esteemed—and intimidating—professor. Frank doesn't want romance; he wants a release valve. He’s a high-functioning closeted gay with a reputation to protect and a picture-perfect girlfriend waiting in the wings. He offers Henry a simple arrangement: no feelings, just sex. Henry, still aching from his breakup, agrees, hungry for the way Frank’s hands map his body and the way the professor’s icy composure melts into sweat-slicked command behind locked doors. But as the hookups grow more frequent and the intensity pushes them further into obsession, the line between "fuck buddies" and "belonging to each other" begins to fray. Henry is hooked on the taste of the man who isn't his to have—and he starts to realize that the more he pushes, the more the professor’s carefully constructed life starts to crack.

A 28 year old man goes back to the past, 10 years ago after a horrible tragedy with his fiancée Aster. Aster gets hit by a car after an argument. He has head damage that makes him lose consciousness from time to time and that’s when the now 18 year old Saran (Ran) tries to prevent this tragedy from happening. There are incredible plot twists, interesting events in this Novel, so get to reading to know the rest:) made and created by: tempox

He had everything. He had reached the pinnacle of fame. His name was a household name. Everything he touched turned to gold. Every movie or drama he worked on gained success. It was 1999 midnight was fast approaching and people were skeptical that the world would end when the clock struck midnight. Then he fell. He fell off his balcony into a cold dark swimming pool covered in ice. But fate had more in store for him. He woke up twenty five years later in a struggling twenty-three-year-old body. ******* ​"I love you. All of you," Haru whispered, his forehead resting against Raiven’s. His arm remained anchored around Raiven's waist, holding him steady, pulling him close with a gentleness that suggested he was afraid even the slightest force might break the man beneath him. ​Raiven let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he surrendered to Haru's warm embrace. ​Haru buried his face in the crook of Raiven’s neck, his breath warm against the skin. ​"If you keep saying things like that, I might just have to pin you down and fuck you again," Raiven murmured, a small, tired smirk tugging at his lips. ​Haru let out a soft, melodic chuckle, his lips grazing Raiven’s pulse point. Raiven’s skin reacted instantly, a shiver racing through him. He held his breath, his grip on Haru tightening as he fought to savor every ounce of proximity and warmth. ​He held on as if Haru were a ghost that might dissipate at any moment. He was terrified that if he let go, this would all prove to be an illusion,that he would be left in the cold again. That Haru wouldn't be his anymore. ​He wasn't ready to give up the sight of Haru’s beauty, or the way Haru whimpered and moaned his name as he worshipped his body. He had grown to adore Haru's quirks,the old-fashioned phrases that slipped from his tongue, the way his eyes danced with a century's worth of glee and curiosity. ​But most of all, Raiven was afraid that if Haru looked just a little bit closer, he would see the truth: exactly how much he had come to mean to him. ****

Warning: 17++++ This story involves Bdsm, a sadistic pervert Alpha boss and his cute pouty step brother omega who loves him just as he comes. *** Ambitious young designer Kang Ye Jun joins Choi Advertising brimming with dreams, only to run headfirst into a tyrannical superior, Choi Si woo. No weekends off, constant availability around the clock, endless overtime that drains every ounce of energy no social life whatsoever, that's already brutal; the absolute worst part is that no matter how hard he tries, in the eyes of this hyper-critical director, everything he creates is flawed and unacceptable! After swallowing endless humiliation, Ye jun finally snaps: "Just because I stay quiet doesn't mean I'm some harmless pushover! I’m done! I quit!" What?! Quitting triggers a massive penalty clause worth millions?! That's insane! Can't we just separate on good terms? Since resignation isn't an option, Kang Ye jun decides to gamble everything and pull off the one move no subordinate would ever dare, seduce and sleep with the devil himself! Choi Si woo, creative director at Seohan Advertising, is a legendary figure in the industry and an untouchable elite bachelor. His professional brilliance is unmatched, but his personality is pure poison, earning him the infamous moniker "The Ice-Cold Devil in a Tailored Suit." Yet beneath that aloof, ruthless exterior lies a deeply buried, unspeakable kink he guards fiercely. When this explosive secret gets uncovered by his sharp-eyed subordinate Kang, what fate awaits the once-impenetrable Choi?

Dominic- I was just a regular college dude until a werewolf bite turned me into a rude, horny mess. So, I moved out-away from everyone. Then I found Lean, a goofy vampire with a broken leg and zero chill. He's clingy, annoying, and somehow stole my heart while I was busy trying not to kill him. Between monster hunters, messy hookups, and way too many kisses, our chaotic lives might just become the perfect disaster. Or maybe... love?

"A devil of lethal beauty, and a titan who craves absolute possession." In the frozen heart of Saint Petersburg, Jinho kills with chilling indifference, savoring a piece of dark chocolate as if blood were nothing more than fine wine. But what happens when this "sadistic beauty" collides with Ivan? A monster who doesn't seek his head, but his total submission—the one man determined to shatter Jinho’s pride and claim him forever. Between an axe that crushes bone and a steel rod that carves a permanent scar into the soul, a twisted bond is forged—a world where pain is the only language of love. Can the devil be brought to his knees? Or will the world burn to ashes before Jinho surrenders to his golden chains?