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Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

Lin Yue has never been afraid of being alone. At twenty-four, he has already lived through more than most people ever will—not in grand, tragic ways, but in quiet, suffocating ones. Growing up as an orphan passed between cold institutions and indifferent guardians, he learned early that attachment leads to pain. By adulthood, he lives a detached, monotonous life, working night shifts and avoiding unnecessary human connections. To him, living is simply continuing. Everything changes on a rain-soaked night when he returns to his apartment. The hallway feels wrong—too long, too silent. Then, a voice calls his name from behind. Calmly, without hesitation, Lin Yue ignores it and keeps walking. That single decision triggers something unseen. When he reaches his door, the number has changed to “404.” The moment he steps inside, reality fractures. Lin Yue is pulled into a game called the Flow, a system of endless horror instances where players must survive deadly scenarios governed by obscure and shifting rules. Failure means erasure. Survival means being dragged into the next nightmare. Unlike other players, Lin Yue adapts quickly, relying on observation, emotional detachment, and his ability to remain calm under pressure. But something is wrong. Despite breaking rules and defying logic, Lin Yue is never punished by the System. Instead, he is marked—singled out by an unknown force. His actions begin to distort the behavior of instances, as if the world itself cannot fully process him. That is when he notices him. Gu Yanchen, known as the Arbiter, is a being feared by all players—an enforcer of the System who exists to maintain order and eliminate anomalies. Cold, precise, and seemingly inhuman, he should have killed Lin Yue the moment he deviated from the rules. Yet he doesn’t. Instead, Gu Yanchen watches. As their paths intertwine, Lin Yue is forced to confront something more terrifying than death—connection. Gu Yanchen, who should be nothing more than a mechanism of judgment, begins to act with intention, even obsession. Faced with this impossible choice, the Arbiter hesitates—for the first time. That hesitation fractures the system itself. Rules collapse, instances distort, and the Flow begins to unravel. In a world where everything is designed to erase humanity… What happens when two people refuse to let go? “The System wants me dead. But its Arbiter won’t allow it.”

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

As a transmigrator, Neville's mission was simple: Become the Villain’s Favorite. Whatever that means. His cheat? He’s a powerful mermaid. Whatever that means. With his System's help, Neville got a new identity and cleverly infiltrated the villain's life as his new secretary. For the full 2 years, nothing much happened. Just embarrassingly stuck at 20%! He got caught in a fisherman's net. Sold at an auction. Became the mermaid of his target—the cold, cunning Villain CEO. Now, he leads a double life: the perfect secretary by day, while secretly maintaining his 'other self' in the CEO's villa by night, praying his fishy secret isn't discovered. Then, the measly 20% jumped to 75% in one go! Why?! … Rival CEO: Your secretary looked fragile. What can he even do? Villain CEO: He’s cute like that. Random Suitor: Yeah, he’s really cute. I wonder if I got the chance. Villain CEO: If you don’t want your head, then go ahead. [READER Warning:] The MC is the bottom. Don't criticize me if you don't like it. I have a sensitive heart. Although I dare not refute it, I will shed tears. Suggestions are open to big-hearted people. Hope you have fun reading this. This pretty cover was made by Cosyjuhye! If you'd like a cover made by her, please contact Cosyjuhye at @Cosyjuhye on Instagram.

Tao Hua's life is fucking miserable, and that misery somehow earns him the title of "Village Disgrace." In order to cope with the awful treatment, he often retreats into words untold, dictated by the flip of a page. These worlds leave him with the dream of escaping this piece of shit town. To his utter dismay, his wish comes true, but not in the way all those fairytales promised. His saviour is a man he becomes enthralled with and whom he names “Lord No-Name.” This male lead is a touchy man with many faces. And for lack of a better word, Tao Hua can’t decide if he’s either the story’s love interest or villain. But the two share a common sentiment. This prince, alike Tao Hua, is also fucking miserable. But arguably worse! And instead of coping like a normal fucking person, he does the opposite. He doesn't escape. He doesn't cope. He just tries to fight against the already fated truth of his demise. 0/10, worst prince ever written. Misery aside, this fateful encounter will force Tao Hua to make a choice, leaving him with only one question: "What was one mean-spirited beast to a town of people who despise 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 are beautiful, and upon closer observation they’re less floral than once thought. It follows the POV of Tao Hua, as he tries to navigate his new life in a place that actually values him, and the prince of this story’s mood swings. ──── ୨୧ ──── !!!!Disclaimer!!!! EXTREMELY SLOW PACED! Character driven, before plot! 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 and self-aware, while also targeting deeper topics. It often breaks the fourth wall as a stylistic choice. A lot of the work will be edited over time, but the bones will remain the same. ──── ୨୧ ──── CREDIT!! Cover Art by @Sayoto (VGen) Illustrations by me (@meowssey) and zaza (@zazhah) (Both commissioned artists are amazing to work with and I highly recommend their work!)

The idea of being stolen from what's rightfully yours, should be got everyone considered as unfair. Yet, nobody seems to care or, more like nobody wants to rebel. After the death of his father, the poor prince was lost. Abandoned by many, his position of future emperor was questioned, of course back then he was only a boy, so he couldn't rule. But he was now twenty-one, shouldn't he be crowned? His mother told him he wasn't quite yet ready, the council always finds way to exclude him for states affairs and his uncle, the current king regent... He is by far, the worse. But all those people wouldn't stop him, he would be emperor, he was born to be. So, he found a plan and he found allies. And now he is ready to fight for the throne and the empire. ___ Ps:The images used on the cover are not mine, the credits go to the artists.

After dying in his past life, Noah Von Neville gets transmigrated in the modern world as Noah Hearth, a college student suffering from a chronic illness that causes his body to have a shortage of mana. That is not the only issue going for him, the moment he arrived, he could not use the mana the same way the humans of that world could so he had joining a cult to fix the issue. All the while all he wish to do is to find his lover and go back to his own world. [All organizations, and character within the story are fiction. Do not replicate any actions depicted in the story.]

Prince Noir was an illegitimate child of the Emperor of Ray Kingdom. He grew up in a secret sect, learning from a reclusive master until, on his eighteenth birthday, his Emperor father came to pick him up. Noir worked diligently for his big brother the Crown Prince Licht, and his fame as a capable and intelligent prince spread far and wide. Until, on his twenty first birthday, Noir fell off the imperial viewing tower. And landed in a bathtub. A bathtub with a very handsome man in it. A handsome man with the face of his reclusive master…! “Master…!” Noir cried tearfully. “You saved me again…!” The handsome man pointed a gun at Noir’s head in response.

[Warning: This is a BL, meaning GAY book. Depictions of Violence, Self-Harm, Suicidal Tendencies, Slavery, Racism, and Classism. Don't expect trigger warnings beyond the description. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. One Piece does not belong to me, only my oc, and all the randomness and alterations to the plot are mine. NOT A TRANSLATION.] My ears were ringing like the persistent toll of a distant bell, drowning out any semblance of clarity. My head wobbled as if I were on a turbulent boat, while my skin felt like it had been scorched by an unrelenting sun. My eyes throbbed, a deep ache as if they had been cruelly pried from their sockets and left to flounder in the chaos of my mind. My stomach churned violently, hollow and gnawing, as if I had been starved for days, deprived of any nourishment. Each pulse of pain was a reminder of my vulnerability, the sensation akin to being struck by a truck, battered mercilessly with a baseball bat, then dragged into the depths of the ocean, only to be unceremoniously retrieved and cast into the sweltering desert, where the sun mercilessly roasted me. Shanks x Male OC

The top one in a zombie shooting game was none other than BloodReign_666. Playing since the start of the game, he never once did things as a team, it was always just him, alone. Things changed when he made a friend by the name [ KillSwitch ], and they went into several zombie king raid boss instances together. He thought he'd be ready for anything, but when the world succumbed to a zombie outbreak, his confidence shattered. In reality he was just a scaredy cat. Immediately, to avoid more troubles, he applied to join a heavily fortified base, hoping to be protected by a strong person. The base's powerful leader, surprisingly turned out to be his only in-game friend. [Additional tags: #video_games #zombie #edge_lord #caring_gong #edgy_shou #hugging_a_thigh #gothic_protagonist] Disclaimer: This story is also posted onto Tapas and i'm the same author, just different cover art #^_^#

WARNING : Story Contains Mature and heavy contents! Please Read With Precaution! Tags: R18+ | YAOI | BL | MATURE | DARK | HAREM | PSYCHOLOGICAL After dying during an argument about a terrible romance novel, Choi Yeonho wakes up inside the story itself—as the villain brother doomed to lose everything. Betrayed by his twin sister, abandoned by his father, and exiled overseas, the original Yeonho eventually returned for revenge… only to die at the hands of the five male leads. But this Yeonho is different. He knows the plot. He knows every weakness. And this time, instead of fighting the male leads. He plans to steal them. One by one, the story begins to change as obsession replaces hatred, desire replaces loyalty, and the “villain” rewrites the entire narrative for himself.

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- Transmigrated (sometimes) Loud Mouthed MC x Indulgent (Enabler) ML, Slightly Pyromaniac Fox Spirit x CEO of unconditional love Dragon Spirit, Morally Questionable DILF Cultivator x Reincarnated Fox Spirit with very low self-esteem. CW: Deaths, PTSD, Blood, Explicit Smut, and so many more. This novel is as much of a journey of healing, self-forgiveness, pain, misery, grief, death, and depression etc, as it is a story of friendship, unconditional love. Self-exploration and dark themes go hand in hand with light ones. It is as much of a waltz as it is a discordant symphony of a past that haunts almost all characters. I hope you will give my cuties a chance. Oh, right, the synopsis may be a wee-bit misleading—quite light-hearted.

18+ Restricted Content: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, high emotions, and morally grey characters. One stolen wallet. One little girl screaming “Daddy!”. One alpha mafia lord who never lets debts go unpaid. After catching his cheating ex selling him out, male omega Shin Seoha loses everything in a single night: his home, his inheritance, his pride. Desperte to survive the night, he steals from the first well-dressed stranger he sees. That stranger is Kang Taesan; CEO of Mountain Atelier by day, ruthless underworld captain by night. Instead of accepting an apology, Taesan offers Seoha a deal: repay the black card debt by working under him, at his company, at his side, and move into his penthouse to play daddy to the daughter who refuses to let Seoha go. It’s only until the debt is cleared, only until the child stops crying and only until Taesan decides he’s had enough that it ends. But debts grow, and Seoha is only starting to learn just what he has been pulled into, it's a world where secrets can kill and the ex who betrayed Seoha isn’t done yet. What started as punishment turns into possession. What started as survival turns into surrender. Because mountains don’t forgive. They claim. And Taesan has no intention of letting his little thief escape.

In a kingdom where Alphas rule and the weak are treated as livestock, power is absolute—and mercy is a myth. King Alistair has never been challenged. Brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously untouchable, his dominance bends even the strongest to submission. Until the day a Prince is brought before him. Asarmose is no ordinary omega. Divine in presence and unbreakable in spirit, he does the impossible—he looks the King in the eye and does not bow. Worse still… he is unaffected by the King’s overwhelming power. Instead, a dangerous bond forms—one that ties them together in ways neither of them can control. To mock his court and keep the Prince close, Alistair names him Consort. But Asarmose refuses to play the role of a submissive. He challenges the throne. Questions the system. And begins to unravel the very foundation of a kingdom built on cruelty. As whispers of rebellion spread and the people begin to awaken, the palace turns into a battlefield of power, pride, and dangerous desire. Because the greatest threat to a king… is the one person he cannot dominate. And when truth demands blood, both ruler and rebel must decide— will they destroy each other… or remake the world together?

He dreams of blood. Of a war he never fought. Of names that aren’t his. Of a past that refuses to stay buried. When Lu Ying arrives on a mysterious island with his friends, reality begins to fracture. Familiar places feel unknown… and unfamiliar faces feel like home. At the center of it all stands someone who looks at him as if he already knows everything. As secrets unfold and the line between past and present disappears, Lu must face a truth he was never meant to remember. Because some stories don’t begin in this life. And some looks… are never forgotten. My first written story on webnovel so, Show me some support by commenting.. My bl story

Not my story not my translation just post it so I can read when I go somewhere with no internet thanks Luo Ling, an expert in the art of disguise, was bound to a System and was eager to begin his task. As a result, before even successfully completing a mission, he got married! At a 36 degree angle, Luo Ling sorrowfully looked up into space: “Tong’er, tell me, do I still have a chance to free myself?” System: “… Your man is behind you.” Luo Ling: “!!!” The person who arrived, gathered Luo Ling in his arms, hugging him from behind as he said in a bewitchingly dangerous tone: “Based on your thoughts, it seems that I have not given you enough love. So let’s proceed in exploring ways to continue a new life.”

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

Eight is dead. Yeon Yujun made sure of that. Four years of early mornings, coffee sleeves, and a fluffy creature stealing his snacks — that's his life now. Quiet. Anonymous. Exactly how he wants it. Sure, his former best friend is on every billboard in Seoul claiming to be a hero. Sure, everyone thinks Yeon Yujun murdered 530 hunters. Sure, vortexes keep appearing like every other Tuesday. He can ignore all of that. What he cannot ignore is the masked man who shows up at closing time, orders the most unhinged coffee known to mankind, and looks at him like he's been looking for him for a very long time. "I finally found you, kitten." "...Kitten?" "The world's going to end, Yujun." Of course it is. *** A/N: Thank you so much for all the support and love everyone! Now that my work's contracted, I'll be sure to give you all consistent and regular updates. Thank you again and enjoy reading! (WILL ONLY UPLOAD IN WEEKDAYS AND SUNDAY! BREAK ON SATURDAY!) (art by: @grimluka thank you for drawing me a new cover!)