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Two men once played a deadly game—spies from rival nations, bound by duty, undone by love. Their story ended in betrayal and blood, but some endings don’t stay buried. Now, in a seemingly ordinary college campus, they meet again. Strangers. Classmates. Drawn to each other by a pull they can’t explain. But as secrets surface and danger creeps closer, it becomes clear. The past isn’t gone. It’s hunting them. In a world where nothing is as it seems, love might be their greatest weakness—or the only way out.

Every world has it's own god. An entity that quietly pulls strings from behind the curtains, writting a world of their own, driven by their wishes and ideas. Creating a perfect world, writting a satisfying story. Lead by a puppet, the best of their marvelous creation, a protagonist. A character like no other. The person whose around the world shall revolve. . Every world has a protagonist. An entity kissed by the gods, fated to shine in the heaps of filth, able to bounce back from any tragedy. Destined to have nothing but the best life. Every world has one such person. And mine world too, also has a protagonist, it must have one. But -for sure- it's not me. Just like every world has a protagonist, it also has  background characters, not side, not main, just plain background. They just lie in the back, quietly filling the world's void by their shadows. And, I am certain. I am one of them. But, I may be a bit different from others, just a teeny-tiny bit different. I, don't plan to stay like this. I am going to become something much more than any protagonist. I will be the creator. I will become a god. How to do that? Hmm...  to know that, you have to be patient and walk alongside me. .

He's dying... And never know he still has the strength to moan until Lucian Vale walks into his life. The cold, untouchable billionaire CEO with a flawless image, Rowan Donovan has six months left to live. Rowan has never desired a man. Never imagined wanting one. Never questioned who he was—until one day, he encounters a distinctively strange man, Lucian Vale. Lucian looks at him like he already knows how Rowan tastes. Lucian is sin dressed as a smile. Too bold. Too close. Too aware of the way Rowan stiffens when their bodies brush, the way his breath hitches when Lucian’s voice drops lower, slower, deliberate. Rowan tells himself it’s stress. Curiosity. A lapse in control. But his body doesn’t lie. He reacts to Lucian in ways he never has before- hard, desperate, undone. He moans for a man whose touch feels dangerous and addictive, whose hands don’t ask permission before taking what Rowan never knew he could give. What starts as secret nights meant to silence curiosity turns into something darker and deeper: need, craving, surrender. And somewhere between sweat-soaked sheets and whispered breaths, Rowan realizes the most terrifying truth of all— he doesn’t just want Lucian’s body. He wants to live. But Lucian is hiding something. Did Lucian just come to make the dying CEO moan before his death… or to decide whether he deserves to survive?

Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis’ bucket list. Being so in a godforsaken world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. So how is he supposed to react when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body? Or when a blue screen of doom tried to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be? What about the creature calling himself his guardian despite not even knowing how to hold a human right side up? More than anything, why is he in line for the throne? Surely, he had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. That wasn't happening. Not in a million years. Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down and he had enough money to escape far away. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing the last shred of dignity? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

The Voskresensky dynasty is a lineage whose shadow has stretched across the nation for centuries. The aged and solemn President Georgy Voskresensky prepares to pass the throne and destiny itself to his young son, Sylas Voskresensky. Yet a clandestine and ruthless state organization waits patiently, seeking the opportunity to seize the power it has coveted for generations. To safeguard the continuity of the lineage, the elite assassin Yuan Miyazaki is assigned and steps into Sylas Voskresensky’s path. As Yuan enters the seemingly serene world of the noble family, he bears the icy weight of his mission and the unpredictable perils that lie ahead. In a web of shadows, intrigue, and uncertainty, every step is a choice, every breath a reckoning.

I was twenty-six, broke, and sleeping in alleys when I tried to rob the wrong man. One desperate lunge with a cheap knife, one flash of expensive cufflinks under streetlight—and Lucien Varkis had me pinned against brick before I could blink. He didn’t call the cops. He didn’t kill me. He took me home. Now I live in his penthouse, wear his tracker like a collar, and follow him through blood and smoke every waking hour. Personal bodyguard, he calls it. Stray dog is closer to the truth. He dangles the one thing I want more than air: the names, locations, and slow, painful ruin of the relatives who stole my parents’ inheritance and left me with nothing. I told myself I’d take his money, his guns, his revenge—and walk away the second I could. But every time he wraps his fingers around my throat for punishment, every time he patches a bullet graze on my arm at 3 a.m. with hands that tremble just once, every time he pulls me into his lap after a deal goes red and whispers “mine” against my pulse—I feel the leash tightening. I hate him. I crave him. And the sickest part? I’m starting to believe he chose me long before I ever chose the knife. Revenge is the excuse. Survival is the lie. Surrender is what’s coming—and I don’t know if I still want to fight it.

Paradise. A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real. Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack. The paradise of shifters. The kingdom that rivaled human nations. The home of the Alpha King himself. And somehow… they accepted me. A runaway. A branded traitor. A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood. I told myself I was here temporarily. Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved. But then I saw him. The man with the red eyes. Kastiel Novaterra. The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands. The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave. His presence terrifies me. His gaze burns through my lies. And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real. Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home. But the more I try to run from him… the more Paradise itself pulls me in. And Kastiel. Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

In Illuminés, the City of a Thousand Lights, power belongs to alphas and obedience is carved into the bones of omegas. Soren was supposed to be safe a beta, invisible, untouchable. But fate branded him with the rarest mark: an Omega Dominant, a living anomaly whose beauty could ignite wars and whose scent could bend kings to their knees. He hides behind layers of powder and lies, serving in the Palace of Golden Ashes where predators roam and secrets bleed through gilded walls. Every breath is a gamble, every glance a blade. Because if they discover what he is, he won’t just lose his freedom he’ll lose himself. And when the Alpha of Alphas turns his gaze toward him, survival becomes a dangerous game of desire and power. PS: It my first tentative to write a novel so it will not be perfect but I will still try enjoy☺️

‎love story of obsession. ‎He fell first, but he fell harder. ‎Norman Reed is nineteen, a wide-eyed freshman stepping onto the ivy-draped campus of Evergreen University with nothing but a full-ride scholarship, a battered suitcase, and a heart that has never truly been broken. ..yet. His life has always been messy: a childhood spent in a small coastal town where dreams felt too big and people felt too small, a mother who worked double shifts and still never looked at him like he mattered, and a quiet, gnawing hunger for something someone to see him completely. When he walks into his first literature lecture and locks eyes with Professor Duke Brandon, that hunger sharpens into something dangerous. ‎Duke Brandon is thirty-two, a widower who buried his heart with his husband four years ago and has spent every day since building walls so high no one can climb them. Brilliant, brooding, and terrifyingly controlled, he teaches modernist poetry like a man dissecting his own scars precise, unflinching, merciless. Students fear him. Colleagues respect him. No one gets close. Until Norman. ‎What begins as a student’s innocent, breathless admiration quickly spirals into something neither of them can contain. Norman falls first hard and fast and reckless stealing glances in lecture halls, lingering after class, scribbling frantic confessions in the margins of his notebook. He tells himself it’s just a crush. He tells himself he can control it. He is wrong. ‎Duke tries to resist. He marks Norman’s essays with detached precision, keeps his voice cool in the classroom, reminds himself daily of every ethical line he cannot cross. But the boy’s wide blue eyes, the way his throat bobs when he’s nervous, the raw vulnerability he wears like an open wound, it all seeps through the cracks Duke thought were sealed forever. And when the obsession finally takes root in Duke’s chest, it grows wilder, darker, more possessive than anything Norman’s youthful longing could have prepared for. ‎He fell first. ‎But Duke falls harder. ‎ #Slowburn

“This world is built on lies. If you want to keep it alive, make sure none of them are exposed. They must never reach his ears.” As long as Shuu could remember, these words had governed his life. Abandoned at the grand temple and forsaken by the gods, Shuu grew up powerless in a world that valued nothing else. Survival was never guaranteed, especially for someone like him. Yet he had one talent-he could read fortunes, and he never got them wrong. His future was decided early. He would serve the temple until his debt was paid, then fade away. But during the Hero’s fortune reading, Shuu made a single mistake. One moment was enough to strip him of his place and throw him into exile-only to be taken in by the very Hero who caused it, a man whose presence turns Shuu’s life completely off course. And as Shuu is pulled deeper into the Hero’s path, he begins to realize that something about the Hero and his companions is deeply wrong-something he cannot yet name, but cannot ignore. __________ Please leave a review. Also warning, will have Mpreg (around ch 70ish) . If it's not your cup of tea, just be careful

Three princes, one scholarship null. Ren is a scholarship student in a school he’d never wanted to attend. In a world where magical amplitude was status, Ren was born as a nature’s fluke. One that was meant to be wiped from existence a long time ago. Trapped with a cold Prince, a manipulative socialite, and a silent weapon of a man, Ren’s only goal is to survive his three-year contract his father had forced him into. But the magic he’s absorbing is changing him. He starts seeing the world in threads, that only him can pull. He was supposed to be their footstool. Their human trash can. Instead, he’s becoming their addiction. ************************** https://discord.gg/29spC5BraC Hi! Author here. So this is actually a fast pace slow burn book aiit? Please support this just starting author ^0^ wuwu

Come clean up the body," the towering Alpha huffed into his phone, tossing a sharp glance at the bed. Levi blinked. He was apparently the said 'body.' In his past life, Levi was 'Slime,' a legendary assassin known to topple governments. Now? He had transmigrated into the body of a delicate Omega who had literally been fucked to death by a monstrous Type B Alpha. Type B Alphas were rare, lethal, and overwhelmingly dominant. The original host died mid-climax. Now, the Alpha believes he has found his fated soulmate. He has no idea that the 'fragile' Omega in his bed is a retired killer calculating his exit strategy. ***[Snippet] Levi quickly shut his eyes when the Alpha tossed the phone on the bed and walked naked to the bathroom. Peeping through his lashes, Levi wondered what would happen now. He had woken up in this body during the intense climax, right when the bulky Alpha was biting his neck. Fuck, that was hot. ​[#Smut #FaceSlapping #SlowBurnPowerReversal #Mpreg #Showbiz #TragicWetCatGong]

POSSESSIVE ML X CUNNING MC "It would be better to die than live such a fucked up life." Xie Fang thought death would finally end the torture he had suffered for years. Instead, he woke up in the same rotten room—facing a cold system that called itself the Protector of the Universe. This time, he was given a choice. The "things" that tortured him were intruders—beings from other worlds that should not exist. They broke the rules of reality and fed on people like him. To erase them, the Protector offered Xie Fang a contract: travel through different worlds, take on new bodies, and hunt down the intruders hiding among humans. In return, he would get his revenge. Xie Fang agreed without hesitation. World after world, he completed his missions with a calm mind and sharp intelligence. He learned how to play his roles perfectly, how to deceive others, and how to kill without being seen. What Xie Fang didn’t know was that someone had been watching him from the very beginning. "I'll find you," a voice whispered. "No matter the world. No matter the life." Across every world, the same presence appeared—dangerous, possessive, and terrifyingly familiar. It helped him when it pleased. It cornered him when it wanted. No matter how far Xie Fang ran, it was always there, as if he had never been allowed to leave. The darkness following him does not want to destroy him. It wants to claim him. As Xie Fang uncovers the truth behind the intruders, the system, and his own past, he realizes his revenge is only the beginning. In a game of lies and survival, he must decide how far he is willing to go. _ _ _ _ P.S. I do not own the cover Image. If the orginal owner/artist want me to remove it please contact below: Gmail: [email protected] Or comment on this book. I'll immediately change it.

A quiet wanderer with a love for fishing, books, and solitude. His dream is simple, enter the Imperial Palace’s Heavenly Library and uncover the truth behind the strange power in his veins. But with no background and no name that matters, he is barred from even approaching the gate. His only chance lies in the kingdom’s grand tournament, where geniuses battle for a single wish and where a doe eyed young master keeps watching him, as if he recognizes something Jin Yue himself does not. Amid scheming nobles, hidden monsters, and a destiny written long before his birth, Jin Yue wants only to read… Yet fate insists he fights

He read the blasted book once, and now, he's in it?! Elias Quinn never cared for his sister’s obsession with that mafia romance novel. He skimmed it once, remembered a few dramatic plot twists, and moved on with his life. Until he wakes up in the story as a background character. He’s not the 'fated' Omega. He’s not even important. So why is the ruthless Mafia Alpha suddenly obsessed with him? The plot’s gone off the rails. So has the Alpha.

Ayen used to be part of the Adrift Organization, a private company of guides. However, as he was the lowest of his entire batch, and it could even be said that he was barely considered an E-class Guide with a pathetic amount of energy that made him no different from a normal person, he was kicked out of the organization miserably. He didn’t have a choice but to apply to the Guides Association, which was managed by the government, and that only meant he was now both a civil servant and a member of the military. With a meager amount of energy, and as the lowest-level E-class Guide at that, no Esper had ever chosen him. No one with their right mind would really choose him. And five years later, at a certain forbidden zone, Ayen met Khal and Devion, two dangerous SS-class Espers. Two Espers that no guide could handle, and a Guide that no Esper had ever chosen. Two different situations and an unexpected discovery. #Guideverse. #GuideXEspers #poly #throuple #1v2

Warning? This is a dark romance. 18+ __________________________________ In the chaotic city of Veyra—where Espers are the only thing keeping the world from crumbling—one bond could change everything. When a powerful, unstable Esper meets a seemingly normal, unregistered Guide, their lives will collide—and the entire city will fall into a dangerous game of fate. As a mysterious cult emerges, and an ancient power awakens, our heroes must navigate the chaos of this new bond, and face down the dangerous world around them to survive... or risk losing it all. It all comes down to one question: how far would you go for the one you love?

Jian Ci is the light. An S-class Esper, his powers ripple with the warmth of a thousand suns, his smile a blinding beacon that draws humanity, and hope, to him like moths to a flame. He is the Sun, a magnetic force of nature, utterly unaware of the abyss that gazes back. Yu Xi is the dark. A shadow with skin, a man who walks through life with a silent, consuming emptiness, broken only by a singular, scorching singularity... Jian Ci. He is the Abyss, a dark constellation orbiting a single star, and his existence is now defined by the answer to one terrifying question. How far are you willing to go for him? Yu Xi’s response, spoken as clearly as a death sentence. “To hell and back.” This is the story of an impossible equation: Light + Darkness = ? It is a love that warps physics and morality, a descent into an obsession so profound it threatens to rip the very fabric of their world. Yu Xi knows their combination is impossible, a contradiction that should result in utter annihilation. Yet, with a quiet, terrifying devotion, he is prepared to burn the world, his own soul included, if it means securing his star.

Omegaverse, omega X omega BL. Kand-Lei is a recently divorced omega, abandoned by his family for failing to keep his marriage together. He originally came from a wealthy background but now must survive on the streets. Darcy is the spoiled youngest child of a rich family. He ran away from home because he didn’t want to get married. One dramatic crash landing and these two are suddenly carrying out a highly controversial love story! How will they navigate being two omegas in love while healing from the scars of their pasts? (cover is drawn by me. Human made art, no AI involved :3)

His gaze pinned me against the wall, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me, Little Dove… you feel something for me, don’t you? No more dodging. I want a clear answer.” “Why? B-but I'm your brother's wife.” I managed, my voice steady despite the thundering in my chest. “Fuck that. I want a straightforward answer, so my stance can be clear,” he murmured, leaning in, lips hovering over mine. “Either to steal you from my brother, or…” “Or get over me?” I whispered. He pulled back sharply, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. “No. Either to steal you from my brother… or take him out of the picture. I will kill if I have to, just to have you all to myself." I stared at him in shock and disbelief. ********************* “I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against my ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” I murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that, I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” I shivered uncontrollably, my mind exploding with the images he evoked. I let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth. God, I could cum with just his words. I was already aching with need. My nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. My clit pulsed and twitched between my legs until I clamped my thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"