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At the end of the old world, she stood alone. Betrayed by those she once trusted and mortally wounded at the peak of existence, the woman who once upheld the balance of reality made a final choice—not of vengeance, but of mercy. Rather than allow the world to collapse into endless conflict, she erased it entirely, leaving behind a new existence so that the one person she loved could live on… even if it meant forgetting her. From that ending, a new world is born. In this remade reality, the man she once loved is reborn as an ordinary human, stripped of memories, power, and destiny. He grows up unaware that the world itself is shaped by a silent will that can no longer speak, guide, or intervene—only endure. Power in this world is not granted freely. It must be earned, understood, and paid for. Truth is fragmented, survival is uneven, and progress always comes with loss. As the man walks forward through a vast and indifferent world, fragments of buried truths begin to surface—about power, about existence, and about a past that reality itself has chosen to forget. Long after the woman who created it fades from memory, her absence continues to shape everything that remains. This is not a story about saving the world. It is the story of living in one that was left behind.

A conscious sinner falls into a coma and awakens in a world that feels too real to be called a dream. There, the signs of the end times unfold without hysteria, lies speak with logic, and conscience leaves marks that cannot be erased. He worships out of fear, repents without any promise of salvation, and witnesses the world coming to an end, while the truth of himself collapses first. Is it the apocalypse, or merely God’s way of forcing a single soul to stop lying? Olam Acharit Ha-Yamim is not about the end of the world. It is about the end of human self-justification.

Have you ever loved someone enough to let them ruin you? Hatred turns intimate. Violence turns protective. Control turns possessive. Lines blur until neither knows where revenge ends and devotion begins. This is not a love story. It’s a descent. A dark romance of power, cruelty, obsession, and the kind of attachment that doesn’t ask to be healthy—only eternal.

An unexpected accident brings them together, and two months of constant care are enough for fate to begin playing its most intense card. Between smiles, silences, and glances that reveal more than they should, something deeper begins to bloom. But the brunette hides a secret—one that threatens to destroy everything. Will Paulina be able to forgive when the truth comes to light? Will the brunette’s heart withstand not only the weight of her actions, but also the karma that relentlessly follows her? Sometimes, love is born where you least expect it… even in the aftermath of an accident rooted in a painful past.

**NO NTR** **Content Warning +18** —————————————— Caught masturbating in glorious 4K, a horny teen is sentenced to the basement as punishment. Only to be murdered by a book that never asked permission. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead he awakens as Daniel Dikson. An eighteen years old, dirt-poor guy, and the only son of a broke farmer and Marnie, his stepmother. The kind of stepmother wet dreams are built from. Yet what truly terrified him was the Grimbook itself. It had crossed death with him, and now lay quietly at his side, patiently waiting for his touch once more. “Wait… this book wants me to draw a ritual diagram, place the book in the center, and chant some eldritch bullshit to seal the deal?” “Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà…” One forbidden ritual later, a demon found its vessel, purring promises of limitless power. Every milf he claims, every moan he steals from their bodies will increase his power. From the village’s weakest to a ruthless conqueror Daniel rises through blood, sweat and bedroom sheets. But in this brutal world of scheming nobles, wild beasts, and forbidden lusts, will Daniel survive?

Beneath skies forever choked with clouds and seas that corrode flesh, a dead god casts its shadow over the world. Amid the fog of ancient human history and despair, a silent shadow rose, casting doubt over the world itself. Grey suddenly awakens in a realm of infighting, bizarre techniques, secret arts, magic artifacts, and forbidden cultivation methods. Life and death have lost all meaning, and only the strong survive. When Grey awoke, the Human emperor had vanished from the second continent, and his nine subordinates crumbled in the wake of God’s invasion. In this world of constant danger, one figure stands out, a threat so great that even God and Death hesitate. Who is this transmigrator? The bane of divinity? The one who will unravel the mysteries of Fate and carve a path through chaos? This is the story of Grey, a boy thrust into a world of cultivation, where power, survival, and destiny collide. This is the story of a young boy, into the world of cultivation.

Manmade monster.

When a carefree and optimistic soul from our world gets the chance to be reborn in the world of his favorite Manhwa, he soon realizes that it's not all fun and games. Life isn't a joke. But luckily... neither is the skill set he was granted. With a new life, new body, and broken powers, watch as our one and only MC carves a path of glory and dominance in the world of Lookism, leaving only broken teeth, blood, and defeated adversaries in his wake as he creates an unrivaled crew and a legacy that will forever immortalize him as 'The Strongest There Is'. Disclaimer: I don't own any elements of Lookism except the original character portrayed. Any resemblance to an event, location, or individual past or present is merely a coincidence. I hope you enjoy this story!

Hundreds of people across the planet disappeared for a week before returning with no recollection of the phenomena. The media, government response was nonexistent, life carried on quickly. A month later inside the Japanese apartment home of Paige Stevens, an old friend considered long dead, appears. He remembers everything, even seeing Paige there too. She’s a big a part of it too. With what he has seen lies a warning. There's war brewing and it's about to boil over. Only, there's more to Paige than she ever imagined.

Lucien, who walks in the shadow of darkness, and Aryel, who chooses the path of light… The fates of these two polar opposites will be rewritten along with the young would-be protectors. On one side, the mystery of the shadows rises, and on the other, the fire of hope. This journey will force them to confront not only the enemies outside, but also the darkness and light within.

In this city, you don’t pray to God. You pray to The Vault. Julian Thorne is the Vault. By day, he is the "Ice King" of tech and real estate. By night, he is the Shadow-king who owns every debt, every secret, and every soul. When Kira Rossi’s brother gambles away a fortune he doesn't have, Julian offers a single, twisted mercy: The Night Clause. The terms are simple: One hundred nights. Midnight to dawn. We don't address each other by our real-world titles. No questions. No light. Kira, a disgraced piano prodigy who lost her career to the Thorne family’s corporate greed years ago, hates the man she’s never seen. She enters his penthouse intending to survive him. But in the pitch-black, Julian isn’t the monster she expected. He is a man of reverent silence and terrifying restraint. By day, they are enemies. She is the waitress at his club who glares at him with fire in her eyes; he is the billionaire who treats her like a ghost. By night, they are two shadows dancing in a soundproof room, unaware that the person they hate in the light is the only one who can hear their music in the dark.

[MATURE] "You belong to only me, Forever Mine" It was a great mistake for Prudence to have agreed to attend a high-status party at her friend's place. Maybe the bigger mistake was agreeing to that dance, or maybe that wine she threw on one of His men. But he did not care about his gang member. His red eyes shone with desire. The desire to make this girl his. The possession of her very soul. [The story is set in the 1890s] [Mature content warning] ——- The cover credits belong to the respective owner, no wishes for copyright defragmentation.

Normally, surviving in society is difficult, and surviving on the forgotten shore was even more so; the only advantage of being in this place was that being a cartographer was a well-paid job.

The power doesn’t simply go out in Savannah, Georgia—it fails everywhere at once. Seventeen-year-old Tally Leesburg is sent home early from school into a city already fraying at the edges. Traffic lights are dead. Phones don’t work. Sirens pile on top of each other until the air itself feels wrong. When she reaches home, she finds her older brother Justin, back unexpectedly from his Ivy League campus, carrying secrets he doesn’t yet know how to explain. Before they can make sense of the blackout, their six-year-old sister, Ella Belle, never comes home. With their father trapped on a military base and their mother overwhelmed at a collapsing hospital, Tally and Justin are forced to rely on each other as Savannah descends into panic. Streets clog with abandoned cars. Neighbors stop answering doors. The injured don’t stay injured—and the dead don’t stay dead. Tally sees the city falling apart in fragments—missed calls, empty backpacks, screams that cut off too quickly. Justin sees patterns emerging beneath the chaos, truths he wishes weren’t real and decisions that must be made before denial gets them killed. What begins as a power outage becomes an outbreak. As Savannah turns into a feeding ground, the siblings realize survival isn’t about escape—it’s about choice. Every road is blocked. Every shelter is temporary. And somewhere in the dark, Ella Belle is still missing. Time is running out. The dead are learning. And Tally and Justin must decide how far they’re willing to go—and who they’re willing to become—to get their sister back.

He wakes up to the same morning. The same city. The same girl he falls in love with— and the same day she dies. James is trapped in a mysterious time loop where every reset pulls him deeper into secrets he was never meant to uncover. Each loop gives him knowledge—but steals something in return: memories, emotions, people. The girl he loves remembers him in some loops. In others, she fears him. And sometimes… she’s the reason the loop exists. As James desperately tries to save her, he begins to realize the truth: This loop was not an accident. It was created for him. Love becomes a weapon. Time becomes an enemy. And every choice rewrites reality. In a world where death is temporary but consequences are eternal, how many times can you fall in love before you lose yourself forever? Love in the Time Loop is a gripping story of romance, fate, obsession, and the terrifying cost of second chances.

No ritual. No warning. No escape. Now he is a vessel in a war he never wanted to be a part of. Hunters call him an abomination. Demons call him an asset. Drex calls himself dead already - only his flesh hasn't been allowed to stop moving. The only freedom left is to find a way to end this war but is sacrificing his body really worth it...?

Thirteen years had passed since The Shattering cracked Rentarra open and left the world crawling with monsters, guilds, and people twisted by Fracture Energy. By 2025, the only ones who mattered were the strong. Ebon Thorne, eighteen and on his own, spent most nights in Ironhaven’s Undercity, trading punches for a handful of coins. No registration, no powers, just bruised knuckles and whatever scraps of energy he could steal. That worked, more or less, until the night he lost too much blood in the finals. Something old and hungry stirred inside him. He felt it then: something cold and sharp, like obsidian and diamond, sliding through his veins. The pain didn’t fade, but it changed. Weakness twisted into something harder, something that refused to break. In a world that chewed up the weak and spat them out, Ebon figured he’d have to become something the world couldn’t swallow.

In his previous life, James was an overworked corporate drone who died of stress at his desk. His dying wish was simple: if there is a next life, let it be boring. Let it be quiet. Let it be absolutely, undeniably carefree. The universe heard him, laughed, and reincarnated him as Peregrine Henry Wellington, the Crown Prince and sole heir to the sprawling, industrial nightmare known as the Iron-Blood Empire.

Ara Velyn was nineteen years old when she learned one terrible truth: she dies every night at exactly midnight—and wakes up alive every morning. Each death is different. Sometimes brutal. Sometimes quiet. Sometimes so painful she begs for it to end. And every time she comes back, something is missing—memories, emotions, pieces of herself slowly erased by the curse she doesn’t understand. At first, Ara believes she is alone in this nightmare. Until she meets Kael Morrow—a cold, distant boy who knows exactly how she died the night before. Kael remembers every timeline. Every scream. Every version of Ara. As the deaths continue, Ara discovers that her curse is not an accident, but the result of an ancient force known as the Watchers—beings that feed on repeated deaths and fractured souls. The more Ara dies, the stronger they become, and the closer the world moves toward collapse. Bound together by fate, guilt, and an unbearable love, Ara and Kael search for a way to break the loop. But the truth is far crueler than they imagined: if Ara survives the final midnight, the world will end. And Kael’s role in this story is not to save her— but to kill her. Caught between love and annihilation, Ara must decide whether one life is worth the destruction of everything else, and whether love can exist beyond memory, death, and existence itself. A dark fantasy romance filled with psychological horror, tragic love, and relentless twists, The Girl Who Died Every Midnight is a story about sacrifice, identity, and the painful beauty of loving someone you are destined to lose.