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Had you been born a celebrity, what would have been? In the world whereas entertainment is solely the outlet for popularity, people wouldn't care about who you really are, just how well you perform. Every little thing you do – your smile, what you say, how you move – would be watched closely, changed, and sold to people who always want something new. Would you love being in the spotlight, controlling it? Or would you feel lost, like you're playing a character all the time, and just want to be yourself? Following a near impossible survival, Aquamarine Hoshino is back into entertainment, but this time with suspicion: Why did he survive? Has Amaterasu abandoned his pursuit, allowing him to slip away? He once craved a peaceful life, but now, with his revenge fulfilled, an unsettling emptiness fills him. No, not just emptiness, but a gut feeling this isn't truly over. What fate has in store, now that Ruby's safe? What new chapter of an uncertain path lies ahead?"

Thanks to a contract she selflessly made, she made her dear boy watch as she shattered into numerous pieces, and he had just gotten to see her. Didn't even mind, made herself at home and two minutes in, goes out in a bang right before her son's face. Now let's drive that knife in, the shocked boy woke up to see her face once more, but she sounds funny... hmm, might it be a naughty someone who did a naughty something? Also, what's up with the place? but eh... he's got powers and I'm sure the answers are gone come flowing in, won't they? Let's see what goodies _____ proxy will bring See you on the other side, brave soldier. Signing out, Pixi3s(⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ Boom!

The story of a giantess knight. Powerful, beautiful beyond measure. Monsters get trampled beneath her boot. Men jizz in their pants at the sight of her. Her lady kisses her feet. She slays monsters and do workouts. It makes her big and muscular. And it makes her feet sweaty. (updates every mon, wed and sat)

After Naraku traveled through time and became Uchiha Naraku, he was bound to the popularity achievement system, and he could only become stronger by gaining popularity points. It turns out that this world has become a material library for the "animator" to observe? Everything that happened in the world of the animator was made into the "Naruto" animation series? Can I become stronger only by becoming a popular character in anime? In response, Naraku said that it was time to perform for the audience! From a little boy longing for love and care to the Uchiha clan leader who has captivated the ninja world, there is no other reason, it’s just that the audience loves me! PS: I can't remember many of the settings and specific plots of Naruto. I'm too lazy to rewatch it, so I can only look up information online. If there are any discrepancies, just treat them as private settings. Be careful if you are a fan of Naruto. Visit my Patreon to read up to 159 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/02Fanworks An extra chapter will be published for every 50 power stones.

Join our MC who in her previous life was one of the last surviving members of a legendary noble family who were known for their abilities to tame dragons as she journeys into this new unforgiving world called Toril in the continent of Feirun after dying to her lovers sword. Follow her journey from being Reincarnated as a bhaalspawn to A supreme being known and feared across the chaotic origin dimension. I should warn you, she is no hero she is a highly intelligent, talented, and formidable individual, known for her sharp wit and strategic mind.. She is a dangerous ally and an even more dangerous foe.

Forty-two years before the Battle of Yavin, Kurt Vizra, a time traveler, stumbled upon the Hyperion while scavenging. This occurred during the Mandalorian Civil War. To survive, he sought refuge with his cousin, Duchess Satine. Before the Replicant Wars, he was a notorious space pirate; during the Replicant Wars, he was the Wings of Liberty, bringing freedom to the Outer Rings; and during the Empire's reign, he was the Empire's greatest and most notorious traitor. Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon I have only 1 tier 19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters patreon.com/Lempil patreon.com/Lempil

After an absurdly unlucky death by a stray bullet, teenager Adam Smith is reincarnated at the absolute bottom of the food chain: a tiny snake hatchling in a monster-infested dungeon. Cursed with his trademark misfortune but blessed with an unshakably optimistic spirit, Adam must navigate a world where his own siblings are his first predators. Armed with a new Evolution System that rewards him for every creature he consumes or defeats, Adam begins his grueling climb from a helpless morsel to a cunning hunter. Using his human wit and gradually evolving serpentine abilities, he turns the dungeon's dangers into opportunities.

In theory, readers are equivalent to High Dimensional Overseers. From their perspective, they are a higher dimensional existence viewing a lower dimensional world. Entering the world of the book would actively lower their dimension, losing the status. Alistair Augustus, born in 1330 to the Augustus royal family, is unexpectedly possessed by the soul of one such reader. Strangely, he possesses a system, one that transcends even the rules of Beyonder characteristics, something that should not exist within the setting of Lord of Mysteries. Their one and only objective? Praise the Fool! #lotm #lord of mysteries #lom #lord of the mysteries #lordofthemysteries #lordofmysteries R18 is a maybe

This is the story of a how a man who had his life turned upside down takes his revenge from the one people who took everything from him and forced him into seclusion away from the world,away from his friends,the only only people he had who he cared about in this unforgiving world. This is the story of how A naive human became the "CONQUEROR".

Transmigrating into Warhammer 30K, System AI never imagined that others would transmigrate to become Primarchs, Space Marines, or at least mortal governors or the Emperor's chosen! But why did he become the Butcher's Nails! Since that's the case, first set a small goal: turn Khorne into his chosen! "angron unit two! Go berserk!" "Look, that's your dad! Let me chop him!" The moment the Emperor saw Angron express that he didn't want to remove the Butcher's Nails and frantically recommend the Butcher's Nails to his brothers, he felt that this scion of his had finally gone mad! Angron said: "I don't know either! For some reason, they started calling me the omnissiah!" "Oh! I'm not a Legion Commander, I'm just angron unit two." Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon I have only 1 tier 19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters patreon.com/Lempil patreon.com/Lempil

Paul Marshal went back in time to save himself. Now that he was back, he wanted revenge on his so called family. Follow Paul as he once again enters the world of cultivation and changes his life and the lives of the people he meets on his way.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

Something is wrong with this timeline... I am Zeke Yeager. The Beast Titan. The man who planned to sterilize his own race. I died, I saw the world burn, and I saw my little brother, Eren, become a monster because I failed him. So I came back to the past with one goal: Fix it. No Euthanasia Plan. No Rumbling. Just save Eren and give him a happy life. But I think I broke history. Because when I walked into the room... Carla Yeager was standing there. Alive. Breathing. And scolding me for not visiting sooner. And it gets weirder: Historia Reiss (the future Queen) has decided I am her long-lost big brother and refuses to let go. The Warriors think I've gone insane because I keep trying to have "family dinners." The Survey Corps captured me... but now they don't know whether to execute me or recruit me. I have the memories of the future, the power of the Beast, and a genius intellect. But nothing prepared me for the chaos of a world where everyone gets a second chance.

Full of sex with some Story Included .SMUT Based Fanfiction About Indian Serials. I am writing this so that I can learn writing smut stories and later I will be uploading my own novel.

I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.

Wei Liang woke up with someone else's headache, someone else's enemies, and approximately three weeks before someone else's story killed him. He knew this world. Not from living in it — from reading about it. A webnovel. Cultivation empire, chosen protagonist, noble houses playing political chess with people's lives. He'd read the whole thing. He knew how it ended. He knew every major plot beat, every villain's death flag, every moment the story needed a sacrifice to make the hero look good. He knew, specifically, that the body he now inhabited was scheduled to pick a fight with the protagonist at a banquet, lose catastrophically, and get carried off the floor crippled while the real main character walked away with his first major reputation win. Wei Liang — arrogant, cruel, the household embarrassment — existed in the original story for exactly one scene. The new Wei Liang had no intention of performing it. But surviving a story is harder than it sounds. The novel didn't care about Wei Liang's inner life. It didn't explain why his cultivation was mysteriously weak for a noble heir with full access to resources. It didn't mention the carefully hidden saboteur working inside his own household. It didn't cover the intelligence network that would take two years to build, the political war quietly happening behind every court gathering, or the moment the emperor started paying attention to a young master everyone else had written off. The original Wei Liang was a footnote. A cautionary example. The new one is taking notes. He doesn't fight the protagonist. He studies him. While Shen Yue rises — sect doors opening, battles won, the world bending in his direction the way worlds bend for chosen ones — Wei Liang watches from the edges and begins, very quietly, to remove every threat before it can reach him. Not for Shen Yue's sake. For his own. A dead protagonist means an unstable story, and an unstable story is dangerous to everyone inside it. He builds an intelligence network from overlooked servants and underpaid merchants. He engineers political outcomes through channels so indirect no one can trace them back. He takes public humiliations in exchange for private victories. He becomes, without intending to, the most useful person in every room he enters — and the least noticed. Then the protagonist starts wondering who has been cleaning the road ahead of him. Then the emperor's eyes start moving in the wrong direction. Then Wei Liang's own uncle makes a move, and he realizes the most dangerous enemy he has isn't in the story at all. This is not a story about a villain who reforms. It's not a story about a transmigrator who out-trains the protagonist and steals his thunder. It's the story of a man who woke up inside someone else's narrative, realized he was supposed to be furniture, and decided — carefully, methodically, and with considerably more patience than anyone around him — to become the author instead. He had the map. He just had to redraw it before the story noticed.

Damien was your average boy whose passion was to read and write novels. The ability to do and write whatever in the novel would always make him excited. It's as if he can do whatever he wanted. As a successful introvert he didn't have a girlfriend despite being a handsome boy. One night when he went to sleep, he woke up and found himself in the void where he awakened a system. The system ability was - TIME SKIPPING! Yes, he could choose a protagonist script... Well the illusion of choice but at the end choosing the same option because the system was newly born and weak. After choosing a script, he can skip a year like an introduction in Novel World. When skipping time, the time will be directly skipped for him only. That means he would be stripped from that timeline and move to the future, at the same time because of this function he will enter the 'Invincible' state in the script. That means he wouldn't be killed by anyone when skipping time and he would also inherit all strength, relationship, revenge etc. Of course what excited him most wasn't this. The most exciting thing was time traveling in Urban Fantasy World and having an Harem of captivating beauties! Yes, after getting the system he swore, "In my previous life, I didn't have women but in this life! I am gonna change it all." "I'm not gonna hold back my desires—I'm going to have a Harem of captivating, amazing beauties!" ******* Tags: Reincarnation - Slice of Life - Smut - Incest Harem - No Yuri - No NTR -But Contains Netori - Milf - Princess Beautiful - YANDERE - Angel Race -Vampire Race - Dragon Race - Elves Race - Spirit Race - Undead Race - Harem -Mature - R18 - Sex Stories - Hentai -NSFW - Pregnancy - Chaotic Neutral Main Character - Extreme Wish fulfillment. ***** To see character's illustrations and to get instant chapter release, join my discord server; https://discord.gg/38sHvNaUzr

When a fragile human, Aeris accidentally calls forth the legendary Trybid, Lucian, a half Lycan, half Vampire, half demon, her life is thrust into darkness she cannot comprehend. Lucian is centuries old, feared by all, and yet inexplicably drawn to the rare, intoxicating power hidden in her blood. One drop is enough to stir something buried deep within him. Pulled from her world into his shadowed realm of dungeons, whispers, and ancient secrets, Aeris must navigate a land where curiosity can cost her life and the creature who should be her destroyer may hold the key to her survival. As predator and prey collide, Aeris discovers that in a world of monsters, the line between desire and danger is razor thin.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.