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In the empire of Azuraan, young Elarion disguises himself as a servant girl named Elara to infiltrate Sultan Kaelith's palace, seeking revenge for his father's wrongful execution. As he gathers secrets amid the opulent halls and harem intrigues, a chance collision with the sultan sparks an unexpected connection. Kaelith, captivated by Elara's mysterious allure, begins courting her with gifts and private moments, igniting a slow-burning romance filled with tension.

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf chief known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a selfish merman who learned generosity for the first time, expecting nothing in return for his prized possession. All of them changed after meeting one woman... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?

Seraphine Ashford was once the cherished heiress of a wealthy family—until her parents died in a tragic accident and her uncle abandoned her in a remote village. Raised in seclusion by a legendary medical grandmaster, she grew up mastering both traditional and modern medicine, far from the world that betrayed her. At nineteen, Seraphine is dragged back into the city she barely remembers and forced into a political marriage with Fabian Kingsley—the most feared and mysterious tycoon in the business world. Rumored to be old, cruel, crippled, and monstrous, Fabian is said to be a man no woman survives. But rumors are lies meant to protect power. Fabian Kingsley is young, ruthless, breathtakingly handsome—and far more dangerous than anyone imagined. **** Who said he is ugly and pot-bellied?, he is the most handsome and good looking man alive. Who said he is vicious?. Well he is the only one who pampered and spoils her. When she asked him about the rumours of him being incapable and infertile, Fabian's gaze darkens and he pulls her close to him "wife, how about i prove it to you that the rumours are fake" he whispered in Sara's ears making her blush deeply and embarassed. "No need.. you are strong and very capable" sera replied and run away from his embrace.

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. P.S. Though romance, the romance is slow burn so please be warned. First chapters are survival.

At Wemberg High, secrets, betrayal, and power collide. When Tiana’s trust is shattered by Chloe and Dave’s choices, friendships fracture, and loyalties are tested. Amid luxury, lies, and unexpected alliances, Tiana must navigate heartbreak, deception, and the shadow of the powerful Grey legacy. With love, revenge, and influence at every turn, she discovers that in a world of wealth and ambition, the truth can be both dangerous and liberating.

A young doctor reincarnated into a game—The Rise of King Arthur in the Apocalypse—thanks to the countless unprecedented achievements he had gained. A new body, but how ironic: his body belonged to a bastard noble who had molested the princess, Arthor’s fiancée, and was awaiting his execution day in prison. Yet, he didn’t worry at all—he was even thrilled. Because he had memorized all five versions of the game. Sooner or later, that day came. The apocalypse… the first version of the game. Everyone became players—killing each other, killing monsters, completing quests, taking treasure… all just entertainment for the gods. Everyone awakened their professions… and he awakened a rare one: Spirit Summoner.

Warning: This Novel contains explicit content/graphic violence/triggering topics. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. ----------------------- Kieran Akane logs into Parallel and makes one choice that changes everything: he picks vampire. Power comes with hunger. Survival comes with restraint. And the system offers no guidance on how to balance either. Kieran doesn’t chase glory, titles, or control. He moves carefully, learns quietly, and leaves consequences behind him. Towns notice. Factions keep records. The system watches—sometimes too closely. As the world deepens and the rules begin to fray, strength stops being something you gain and starts becoming something you endure. Parallel isn’t about winning the game. It’s about what survives when the rules stop behaving. If you like this novel check out Lucid's Nightmare.

This is the story of a man who had no choice but to become a villain. But not just any villain because even villains have standards. This is the journey of a man learning how to become one. And to help him, the MC has access to an unlimited number of villains in his System Space, pulled from across all realities from every known dimension: Murim, Cultivation, Supernatural, Urban, Martial Arts, Mecha, and beyond. So what is it that Razeal can learn? What can he teach? And why? How can someone with knowledge from nearly every kind of reality reshape the one he’s living in? Someone with the potential to access everything the multiverse has to offer? Tired of seeing the same ideas repeated? The same system copy-pasted with no soul? No real character building no personalities, no free will? Come read this. Who knows you might find something worthwhile. --- On average i update is around 4–5k words, and on free days, I sometimes drop 7–8k words. Currently, the story has reached 600k+ words. https://discord.gg/2Tn3Z2u4rW

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri

[+18 content] After a failed attempt by Earth-origin devil worshippers to create the demon Baphomet, Mark, a gaming and anime addict, finds himself transported to another world unlike any familiar worlds, in the body of a gothic futanari with a burning lust and a demonic ability to impregnate all forms of life. Will he be able to control himself? Will he adapt to this strange world? Is he the only person coming from Earth? And most importantly, will the devil worshippers search for him? Protagonist's personality: Intelligent, manipulative, opportunistic, realistic. Features of the work: A vast, huge, and extremely logical world. A unique and logical power system that doesn't exist anywhere else but here, and it's stronger than all other power systems. Unique living beings you've never seen before. Completely different and new types of humans, and I challenge you to find them anywhere else. No mercy, no return from death, life is one chance. Hard fantasy / Diverse horror / Science fiction / Superpowers / Isekai and... SMUT/R18/R18G

Zhang Shi spent 25 years as a delivery driver only to be treated like trash. After quitting in a rage, he finds a mysterious console and gets sucked into a world of flying swords and Jade Beauties. ​The dream, right? Wrong. Zhang Shi isn't the hero, he’s the Avatar. Back in the real world, a spoiled teenager named Lee is controlling his every move with his dad’s credit card. ​When Lee spends money on a "Legendary Skin," Zhang Shi’s hair turns Crimson Red. When Lee gets bored, he forces Zhang Shi to slap the Sect Leader’s daughter’s ass. When Lee meets a senior that's too strong, Zhang Shi is forced to use vile poisons and cowardly schemes to survive. ​Trapped in a body he can’t control, Zhang Shi has only one choice: Play along, level up, and fuck around. In a world of gods and monsters, he must decide whether to Defy the Heavens or Defile them. [Netori] [Harem] [R18]

What do you do when you're at a concert, dancing and trying to forget a colleague you've had a crush on, then suddenly a stranger grabs you from behind, and fucks you till you're too weak to stand? Yeah, that's my situation right now. Crushing on the handsome Alex - who, by the way, doesn’t know I exist - has made me make VERY crazy life decisions, including seeking the help of an arrogant love doctor, and disguising myself as a man just to work with him in his new company. And now, the same stranger from the concert, shows up behind me whenever, and makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel - utterly dangerous and forbidden things until I now crave him. Did I also mention that I hate my new boss? Yeah, Maxwell Wellington is just so annoying, infuriating and insufferable, and it seems the feeling is mutual cause he hates me too.

"Imagine if the world you lived in wasn’t real. Imagine if everything you believed—your memories, your friends, your family—was a lie." Clara’s life was never her own. One day, she wakes in a realm she doesn’t recognize, a place of shadows and power, where her home, her family, her friends… were never real. She refuses to accept it, desperate to find a way back. But this world is cruel. Every step is riddled with danger, every corner hides betrayal, and the line between life and death is razor-thin. In a place where nothing is what it seems, trust is a luxury—and survival comes at a price she may never be able to pay.

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. This is my first fanfic, and I hope you enjoy it. If you can support it with Power Stones, I would be very grateful. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio.

Arato Sora—Aozaki Aoko’s ex-boyfriend. Thanks to Aozaki Touko’s ill intentions, he’s forced into becoming a mage. A complete nobody—no bloodline, no family crest, no backing. The moment he truly steps into the world of Mystery, he’s blind as a newborn. And then it appears: a game-like dungeon instance where you can bring items back to reality. Of course he joins. In the game, you get matched with teammates—and among them are girls who are… clearly not quite right in the head. A mage is supposed to be someone who will do anything to achieve their goal. If it means I can fulfill my long-held vow, then even if I have to date ten problem girls to get there… I can accept that. “Yeah. If you’re a mage, none of that is a big deal.” “Gwah—please put the knife down first. People really do die when you cut them with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.”

Noel likes his world quiet, clean, and perfectly organized. He’s the kind of guy who alphabetizes his books, avoids eye contact, and considers a wild night one where he reads past midnight. Drama? Not his thing. Parties? Pass. Sharing a dorm with a chaotic stranger? Just another obstacle to endure—hopefully, temporarily. Enter Luca: flirtatious, chaotic, and chronically shirtless. A walking disaster with too many admirers and not enough awareness, he leaves messes—and broken hearts—wherever he goes. Loud, reckless, and charming, he’s everything Noel can’t stand… and somehow, everything he can’t stop noticing. What starts as a clash of lifestyles soon turns into late-night conversations, innocent pranks, and lingering stares. Somewhere between eye rolls and shared ramen, their rivalry begins to blur—until even Noel can’t deny his quiet little world feels empty without Luca. Noel wonders why his heart skips a beat whenever Luca’s near. And Luca? He’s realizing the one person who doesn’t fall for his charm might be the only one who truly sees him. Falling in love was never part of the roommate agreement—but hearts don’t follow house rules. --- Vibes & Tropes: Grumpy x Sunshine Forced Proximity Mutual Pining & Slow Burn Sass, Snark, and Secret Softness Movie nights, pranks, cuddles, and the accidental love story

After dying from a heart attack caused by extreme gaming, perverted shut-in zERO is reincarnated into the Tower of Desires as a Monster Tamer. Tasked with climbing 100 deadly floors, he quickly discovers his true power: taming beautiful and dangerous monster girls.

Lena was never supposed to find it. A $4.99 used textbook in a campus bookstore. Just another psych book. Until she opened the margins. Frantic handwriting spilled across every page — a secret diary from ten years ago, written by a college boy named Elias. Cinematic fantasies of love that felt too vivid to be real. Raw, burning lust that made her pulse race. And quiet, heartbreaking truths squeezed into the edges: “She walked past. Didn’t look. Whatever.” Lena couldn’t look away. What started as curiosity became obsession. Over three years of college, the diary became her escape, her secret, her ache. She fell for the ghost in the ink — the dreamer who once saw heaven in a girl’s smile… and then vanished from his own life. Until the day she met him. Normal. Coincidental. Impossible. He was real now. Older. Polished. Hollow. And he had no idea she knew every word he once wrote in secret. One book. One ghost. One dangerous line between fantasy and reality. How far will she go to save the boy he used to be… when the man he became wants nothing to do with him?

"Surviving the apocalypse? Child's play. I once survived a guild meeting where half the wizards tried to curse each other over tea. The zombies? Less dramatic." "The zombies are the least of your worries. I’ve lived centuries, faced demons, and still have to listen to a five-year-old argue why ice cream counts as dinner." "So the world’s ending and you think you’re in charge because you’ve got a shiny dragon scale? Adorable. Sit down, Sparkles, and let the grown-ups talk." "I’m sorry, did you say you were the strongest survivor here? That’s cute. When you’ve defeated an entire undead army with one hand, we can compare notes." ---- The cover is mine. The cover is MC. Please don't Abuse the novel

A monster is eating people! A monster with tentacles! Run!"... Karl gazes into the distance: "I think this evil god still retains some charm~"... Diary, Continental Calendar Year 97, May 15th, The evil god's taste is quite good {This story major focus to smut , harem}if you read 18 + only Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon I have only 1 tier 19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters patreon.com/Lempil patreon.com/Lempil