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I promise I will try to make harem romance Isekai and Overpowered protagonists work or else I am not the sacred Shtick that falls from YYdrassill every 14.5 billion years. Get ready for will they won't they why isn't she the female lead He is such a dunce and normal sized private parts and electrifying sex

What's worse than dying? Never being able to. Rain stopped counting after the first million years. What's the point? Time doesn't move forward when you're immortal. It just piles up in a dull, agonizing way. He tried everything. Thrown himself into volcanoes. Stood at ground zero of asteroid impacts. Let plagues ravage his body. Let bombs tear him apart. Nothing worked. Then the nightmare came. While the world’s governments panicked, he smiled alone, eager to face the unknown. After an eternity of merely existing, he had finally found a new way to kill his boredom.

18+ Content #Harem #SliceOfLife #Romance #R18 Twenty-year-old Leo thought his life was over when he dropped out of college and moved in with his new step-sisters. He expected awkward family dinners; he didn’t expect to move into a literal lion's den of desire. His sisters aren't just beautiful—they are adult film royalty. Sasha and Blair are the queens of the industry, and they’ve decided their new "little brother" is the perfect project for their off-camera hours. Living between their rooms means hearing every moan, every slap of flesh, and every whispered invitation through paper-thin walls. But as the "step-sibling" boundaries blur, the tension reaches a breaking point. One by one, the beds are breaking. One by one, the rules are being shattered. In a house where "work from home" means filming the world’s wildest fantasies, can a normal guy like Leo survive the heat, or will he become the star of his own private show

Plagued by ominous dreams, Shinya Akame, a half-breed Metonym, is a social outcast in his village. With few friends and only his beloved mother to rely on, he tries to learn and grow until one fateful day, his friends take him to the place where they found strange black mushrooms and stumble upon something ancient that changes the course of Shinya's life and reveals secrets that will shake the world.

What is a monster? Humans normally define monsters as fear inducing, bloodthirsty creatures bent on destruction. But to Noah? Monsters were the humans who despised him without justifications, who taught him to loathe himself just for being human. Life was hell, a hell that was surrounded by “monsters”. Until one day, the world changed. Humans were suddenly graced by a Divine voice, one that warned of their extinction, but also promised them power. They were bestowed with a system, a system to aid their fight for survival, to survive against monsters. And when humanity was given that chance to survive, Noah chose to walk a path of a tamer, to befriend the very monsters that were threatening the humans' extinction. As he tamed the monsters, learned from them, bonded with them, shedding the last remnants of what it was to be human. Noah began to wonder, is it wrong to be considered a monster? Feedback is definitely appreciated, good or bad, let's make the story good together. I would like to note that the main character isn’t completely ruthless, he's more chaotically neutral. There’s a lot of good stories out there with ruthless, bloodthirsty, cold hearted main characters so if that’s what your interest in then I’m sorry to disappoint you.

She thought her life was simple—a cozy café, quiet nights, and a boyfriend who made her smile. Then Lorenzo Moretti appeared. Wounded. Dangerous. Irresistible. One act of kindness pulls Dahlia Hale into a world of mafia codes, hidden enemies, and desires that could kill. One kiss marks her as his. One promise changes everything. Now, she belongs to him—but in a world where love and danger walk hand in hand, can Dahlia survive the man who owns her… and the enemies who want him dead?

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born, she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the Mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps.

DE LUCA He died a nobody. He woke up in 1905 with a system, a suitcase full of money, and a dead grandfather's voice in his head. Brooklyn is a sewer. The docks are full of rats. The immigrants are desperate, and the cops are crooked, and every man with a dream is just another mark waiting to get clipped. Vincent De Luca has 60,000 square feet of empty warehouse space, seven days to buy his first property, and a lifetime of webnovel bullshit telling him he can build an empire from nothing. The world moved forward just fine without him. Now it's going to move his way.

[WARNING!!!] [Heavy 18+ Content!!!!] Skarn had been just an ordinary man once—scrolling through late-night screens, chasing the quiet rhythm of a normal life. Then fate, cruel and capricious, snuffed him out and shoved his soul into the frail, green-skinned shell of a goblin. The body was small, crooked, despised. Worse still, it came cursed: an insatiable, animal lust carved straight into the marrow, a constant low burn that no human mind could ever fully tame. Every scent, every curve, every careless brush of skin set it raging, insistent, humiliating. But the mockery didn't end there. In the dead of night, as the last echoes of forbidden sounds faded from the master's hut, a crystalline ding sliced through the haze. [Congratulations on awakening the Invisible Breeding God System.] The name alone was absurd, almost laughable—yet the knowledge that flooded his skull was cold, merciless, glittering. Invisibility: perfect, traceless, erasing sound and scent and soul-presence alike. Ten minutes under normal conditions. Thirty-minute cooldown. And then the catch—the barbed promise at the heart of it all. Power. Real power. Stats that would rise, limits that would shatter. But only through breeding. Only while unseen. Each concealed union fed the system; the system fed him back. Unlimited duration, no cooldown, as long as he was buried deep inside willing—or unwilling—flesh. Now trapped in this ugly, hated form, no woman would ever look at him with desire. No kindness would bend his way. Survival already meant hauling water, scrubbing floors, enduring the forge's heat under a blacksmith master's heavy hand. And yet right there, in the same quiet household, lived Madam Sarah: soft curves, warm smiles, maternal affection that ruffled his coarse hair without a trace of revulsion. A beautiful MILF who called him "my Skarn," who shielded him with steel-edged protectiveness, who moved through the yard with effortless grace and left him aching, twitching, hating himself for every filthy thought that followed. The system dangled freedom like a blade held just out of reach. Reject it, and he could cling to the frayed threads of his human decency—stay small, stay safe, stay sane. Give in, and the first shadowed act might claim the one woman who had ever shown him gentleness. The night held its breath. The choice coiled tight behind his ribs. What would break first: the collar around his neck, or the last scraps of restraint in his mind? [Tags: R18, Mature, Smut, Heavy Smut, Netori, Breeding, Impregnation, MILF, Harem, System, Invisibility, Stealth Sex, Goblin MC, Isekai, Transmigration, Weak to Strong, Taboo, Large Breasts, Creampie, Corruption, Slow Burn, Dark Fantasy, No NTR (Only Netori), Yuri (Only in MCs presence), Explicit Sexual Content, Fetish Elements]

Betrayal lurks where trust should live, and love isn’t always what it seems. Tracy’s world shatters when her closest friend, Sonia, secretly manipulates her life, stealing the man she loves while wearing the mask of loyalty. As if heartbreak from friends weren’t enough, she uncovers a family secret that rips her roots away. Caught between reckless passion and steadfast devotion, Tracy faces impossible choices—Eli, a dangerous, intoxicating love; Fred, patient, trustworthy, and unwavering. Every relationship she cherishes teeters on betrayal, every bond threatens ruin, yet amidst the chaos, she discovers that real love isn’t about desire or revenge—it’s about who truly chooses to stay when everything else falls apart. Can she reclaim her life, confront the betrayer, and trust again, or will heartbreak define her forever?

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.”

Sharky became a low-level guy in the world of Superhumans. After losing his supernatural powers. Kicked out from his family, with nowhere to go, he decided to travel to a different world. But soon, his left his home, he awakened the Ultivalortrix Simulator. And through each simulation, he will awaken a very powerful talent. These talents can increase his powers, speed, improve his spiritual roots, and allow him to possess a powerful immortal body. Most importantly, it will bring back his lost powers. But each simulation will be easy, or hell, it will need to be seen. This is the beginning of Multiverse Saga.

The universe had been split into two halves. One half contained the celestials, and the other contained the demons. The demons and celestials had always lived in a constant conflict, always attempting to eradicate the other with every chance that they got. For thousands of years, the celestials had developed new ways to oppress the demons instead of trying to co exist without conflict, for it was their nature to rid the universe of demons. Amidst the whole chaos was Dean, a young adult that lived a normal and fruitless life. From birth as a demon, he had always strived to become someone of importance, but it seemed almost impossible due to his poor ability to increase his demonic rank. During his aimless journey, he came across a wave of celestial energy that mysteriously found its way into the demonic realm. He absorbed the energy, becoming that should never have existed. Half demon and half celestial. He evolved, using his celestial and demonic affinities to become an SSS ranked demonic celestial, surpassing any demon that had ever lived. During his evolution, his view of the world changed. He was always taught to see the celestials as a foe, but ever since he became part celestial, the pure hatred that he was taught to feel towards the celestials lessened, and he couldn't decide who was worth fighting for. Will Dean stand by the demonic race, protecting them from the celestials, and ignore the fact that they had always looked down on him for being weak? Or will his anger drive him to side with the celestials and being chaos upon the demonic race?

What happens when the Prince of humanity's greatest empire becomes a Demon Lord? As the Sin of Lust, Carlix tried his best to navigate his new life. He intended to use his newfound ability to grow stronger and indulge himself—but being both the Emperor’s son and a Demon Lord bound by contract to the Demon King meant his path would be anything but easy. In a world were everyone fights to rule, Carlix simply wants his freedom.

God and the Devil are two sides of the same coin. Without Evil, we wouldn’t know Good, and without darkness, we couldn’t appreciate the warmth of the light. But what happens when the Devil starts yearning for the radiance of God, for His loving grace and virtue? This story is meant to find out exactly that. Discord Link: discord.gg/ wgcdVUydbX

In his first life, Ethan Black was everything a perfect fiancé should be—loyal, talented, heir to a hidden ancient clan, and blindly in love. But love blinded him to the poison in his cup.His beautiful fiancée, the ice-cold heiress Aria Voss, and his so-called "best brother" betrayed him at the peak of his engagement banquet. They poisoned his meridians, stole his cultivation base, sold his secrets to rival young masters, and watched him die begging for mercy on the cold marble floor."Ding!"The heavens aren't merciful—they're amused

A calculating 24 year old otaku dies and is reincarnated into the body of a teenager in Riverdale, Maine, Stephen King's Derry. With his memories intact and knowledge of every horror movie, he discovers he lives in the Horrorverse: a world where Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Chucky, Art the Clown, the Deadites, the Predator, and other murderous entities coexist and hunt. His goal: to survive, protect his inner circle, and hunt down every supernatural monster. He's not looking to escape; he's looking to dominate the Horrorverse. –––––––––––– Donate power stones; when I reach 69/169/269..., I'll write an extra chapter. –––––––––––– - Tags: OP MC | Gore | Virgins | Harem | Yandere | Incest | Milf | Pregnancy | Netori | No-Sex Toys | No-Futanari | No-Yuri | No-Netorare | Notes: English is not my language, I am translating everything with Google translate, I expect a lot of misspellings and errors. The cover does not belong to me, I found it on Google, if the owner wants me to remove the image, just say so and I will remove it immediately.

At 21, Yan Ye was just an ordinary young man—until he suddenly woke up in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy in a world far larger than Earth, where dungeons, monsters, and countless intelligent races have made strength the only law. In this world, every human starts ordinary and classless. Only at eighteen do they awaken a class and step onto the path of power. Powerless, alone, and trapped inside a ruined body, Yan Ye should have been nothing more than another failure waiting for Awakening Day. But he didn’t come alone. Unlike everyone else, Yan Ye possesses a strange system that rewards effort, imposes brutal punishments, and allows him to grow even before his Awakening begins. In a world where Summoner is an Irregular-rank class known for its instability, dependence on luck, and cruel limitations, Yan Ye is destined to awaken the very class others would dread. A Summoner’s fate is normally decided the moment they awaken. Their number of summons is fixed for life, and every new evolution means abandoning their current summon for an unknown new one. But Yan Ye was never meant to follow the rules imposed by Heaven itself. What to expect: From fat to fit. From weak to strong. From being alone to building a harem of extraordinary summons Weak-to-strong progression A unique power evolution system No NTR, no face-slapping, no fake weak act, and no nationalism No Awakening in the very first chapters, but there will still be action, growth, and system progression Romance, slice of life, and action will all be part of the story

[Contains dark themes and graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.] In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch.

(Douluo Continent II) (Multiple Female Leads) A wisp of blazing feather Taixu Sword, a palm strike capable of splitting the heavens! His heart belongs to the Jianghu, the Crimson Kite Immortal in the Crimson Kite Temple! In the void outside Douluo Star, Fu Yu smiled slightly as he looked at the Three Realms Judgment Sword aimed at him. "Sword, I can do that too." "The divine is the ultimate transformation, the wondrous manifestation of all things, beyond the reach of form." "Taixu Sword Qi, divine essence!"