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Ten minutes before his death, Aarav receives a mysterious message from an unknown number… claiming to be his future self. When the warning saves his life, he realizes this is just the beginning of a terrifying game against fate. With each message, Aarav uncovers dark secrets, deadly events, and a truth that could destroy his entire existence. But one question remains… Can you really escape death… or are you just delaying it?

Mia was the world’s perfect idol — platinum hair, hypnotic green eyes, and a voice that made millions feel seen. Her album Serpent Monarch wasn’t just music. It was a trap. Every track pulled listeners deeper: from “Welcome, Beautiful” to the final chant of the Nephilim. Fans thought they were falling in love with a pop star. They were joining something ancient. Now the voices in Mia’s head aren’t just fans anymore. They are a parliament of alters voting for survival. After a psychic crash, she flees to the Sanctuary — a hidden monastery where an AI known as Odin watches, doctors speak in riddles, and a one-eyed man with a cane offers the only thing she never had: a choice. But the songs are still playing. The serpent is still whispering. And the crown she helped build is coming for her. A dark psychological thriller about identity, fame, and the moment an idol realises she was never the queen — she was the bait.

Good news: He transmigrated to the Jujutsu Kaisen, becoming the strongest genius of the Zenin family in eight hundred years, one of the five top-tier Jujutsu Sorcerer. Bad news: He was supposed to fight Sukuna, but not only did he fail to satisfy Sukuna, he was also about to be possessed. Good news: He escaped on the verge of death, taking Sukuna's techniques with him. Better news: He escaped to Douluo Continent, and both techniques became his martial souls! ... Lin Xuan descended upon Douluo Continent like a demon god. He is the most talented person in Shrek Academy's history! He is the most arrogant and extremely evil ghost of the Holy Spirit Cult! He is the heir that the Body Sect is willing to pay any price to obtain! And when the gaze of the God Realm fell, Tang San stood up solemnly. Xiao Wu asked softly: "Will you win?" Tang San gripped the Trident of the Sea God, and said: Nah I'd Win

One bomb. One death. One second chance. In 2015, a Saudi-led airstrike obliterates a village market in northern Yemen. Seventeen-year-old Faris al-Malik dies in the rubble alongside his mother. But death is not the end. A general from a forgotten future awakens in the boy's broken body. A strategist who once commanded armies and shaped continents now finds himself armed with nothing but empty hands, a father's smuggler network, and thirty years of knowledge of wars yet to come. While the world watches the bombs fall, Faris disappears into the Empty Quarter's caves and begins building. Not an army at first—but a ghost. A whisper of encrypted messages. A puppet businessman in Oman. A salvaged drone rebuilt with clever hands. A village that vanishes from every satellite map. Year by year, stone by stone, the ghost becomes a network. The network becomes a PMC. The PMC becomes an industrial empire hidden beneath the sands. Missiles are reverse-engineered. Fighters are secretly acquired. Submarines take shape in hidden drydocks. A new military alliance, the Arabian Defense Compact, stirs beneath the notice of empires grown fat and blind. The world sees chaos. Faris sees the chessboard. America. Israel. NATO. The Saudi coalition. Every bomb, every bullet, every life erased by a drone operator's joystick from half a world away—Faris keeps a ledger. And when the sands finally shift, the reckoning will be absolute. From the rubble of Gaza to the shores of the Red Sea, from 4th-gen fighters to AI-driven drone swarms and hypersonic weapons, from a cave in Sa'dah to a lunar colony mining helium-3, this is the slow-burn saga of one man's methodical, forty-year campaign to free a people, punish the guilty, and forge a new world from the ashes of the old. The world called him the Djinn. A myth. A phantom. They never saw the reckoning coming. ---

In the year 2035, the world is ordinary—until it isn’t. Kael is a nineteen-year-old who has learned to survive long before he ever learned how to dream. Living with his only mother and trapped beneath the weight of poverty, his life is defined by sacrifice, responsibility, and quiet endurance. He is not special, not chosen, not powerful—just a boy doing what is necessary to keep going. That fragile normalcy shatters when a mysterious event grants superhuman abilities to people across the world, dragging humanity into an era of chaos, fear, and moral uncertainty. As heroes rise and villains emerge, Kael is forced into a reality where power is no longer rare—and choice becomes everything. At the center of this upheaval stands Zerathos, a centuries-old figure burdened with foresight and conviction, determined to reshape the world according to a future only he can see. As his actions spiral toward genocide and global collapse, Kael and those drawn into his orbit must confront a question far more terrifying than any enemy: what does it truly mean to save the world? If you love action adventure novel, packed with complex power systems, then this is your novel.

Wei Shi Lan is a cultivator who began chasing immortality so he would never die again. He discovered a unique method of achieving immortality, which was by cultivating the divine yin Qi of ten thousand goddesses, i.e., dual cultivation. He then began to work toward this goal. However, after cultivating one thousand goddesses and reaching the first milestone of his goal, Wei Shi Lan was betrayed by the one goddess he trusted the most. He died and reincarnated into the mortal realm ten years after his death. Fortunately for him, he reincarnated with the reward of cultivating the divine yin Qi of one thousand goddesses, The Primordial Dark Sea. Now, Shi Lan must start from the beginning. Armed with the sea that once served as the womb of creation, the origin of darkness, he will grow again and continue his pursuit of immortality.

[Warning: Explicit Adult Content And Dark Romance Themes, Violence, Bullying] “What would it take for you to kill a man?” For me… it didn’t take much. After years of being bullied, ignored, and broken down, I stopped waiting for things to get better. And something answered me. His name is Darius. He gave me power—enough to finally fight back. But the more I use it, the more I change. And the more I realize… Revenge was never the dangerous part. He was.

“How nice.” Zuojian looked at the screen in front of him, where the ‘Love Master Training Progress’ bar had finally been completely filled. At the end, a line was marked in bold: [You have completed every trial. You are now a true master of romance! Hurry up and find a girl to begin a love story that is grand, passionate, thrilling, perilous, and full of brushes with death as you wander the ends of the earth together!] But... “...What do you mean by a ‘thrilling, life-or-death romance’?” Zuojian scratched his head in confusion and pushed open the door. Then he saw a crowd of deranged women packed outside his room, all trying to physically divide up his six limbs between them... Eblana: I told you already—if something is mine, then it belongs to me, absolutely! Theresa: Could you... stay with me in Kazdel for the rest of your life? Talulah: Onegai, please don’t leave Reunion, okay? If I don’t have Zuojian, then I...! Amiya: ...You’re not allowed... not allowed to steal Doctor away from us!!

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

A 40-year-old man suddenly dies and is reincarnated in a world devastated by zombies—but instead of becoming a hero or a survivor, he wakes up as a zombie girl.

I'm pausing this story for a while. Just came to know that at least having a great backlog of chapters allows you to work. So, I'll be returning on the 18th of next month. I don't want it to become a shitty story. Give me some time, I'll return as the Real god of fiction. Emil always believed the world was hiding something. He was not prepared for what was hiding beneath it. After a midnight attack steals his family and awakens abilities neither he nor his sister Emily asked for, Emil finds himself inside Arianrhod — an eternal town of darkness buried under the Earth, ruled by an organization of extraordinary humans called Savants. This is the story of two siblings who are going to change the fate of The Underground City.

In the year marked as the dawn of the gods, ethereal beings with skin that glowed like pale moonlight descended into Eldoria. They called themselves Vanynars, a race of beings with unfathomable beauty and power that negated the basic principle of the world, mana. They possessed a deeper connection to the natural affinities of the world, powers that couldn't be comprehended without the possession of mana. And yet… they did, despite their lack of it. The humans worshipped them, saw them as divine, and looked up to them as a guiding light. Many became a part of their systems, authoritative figures at the highest level of a political system. To follow them was to gain salvation. Or so they believed. But with them… came the Curses. A vile race of atrocities that descended at the same time as the ‘gods’. They were cruel and abominable, bloodlusted creatures with human appearance. To the humans, they were the darkness. A bloody war was fought, lives were lost, and the curses… they fell. Or at least, that was the story the world chose to remember. Their deaths marked the beginning of a new era, the fall of curses. A fragile peace built on the graves of thousands. Asterion was born into it. He grew up possessing no family background and, sadly, no mana core. A street rat that only cared about his own survival. Until he faces a threat far greater than himself, a threat that his cunning and wit couldn't save him from. Something that didn’t care how smart he was. Something that couldn’t be outplayed. That was when the realisation struck him—strength was a necessity in the world he lived in. Cunning alone wouldn't guarantee his survival. Power had become a requirement for survival. He had no dreams of being a hero. He had no dreams of being anyone at all. But when the world begins to rot and die, would the strength he seeked save him from it? Or would he be forced to make decisions far worse… just to live?

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic

[Congratulations, Prodigy. You have awakened the Primordial Flash Sale System!] [Divine sales loading…] What will you do if you could obtain items that made gods drool from want? Got-tier Loots that would make rulers of the cosmos green with envy? Well in Seth Duskreaver case this was his reality! Planet Earth was thrust into an apocalypse forcing a connection with the origin and causing humans to awaken and evolve... Buts Seth's awakening was different. He awakened The Primordial Flash sale system, a heaven defying system that sold him items. This primordial system didn’t offer scraps—it sold divine items, god-tier loot, and cosmic pet eggs. Treasures a mere mortal like Seth should never have encountered in his lifetime. And it sold them for dirt cheap! Warning!: This novel contain mind numbingly powerful beings, entities that could bend reality to their whims, and a main Character that dominated them all! #Evolution #Overpowered #Adventure #Mystery #Romace #Fastpaced up #gene #evolution

They harvested his father. They threw him into hell, but they never guessed what they were forging. In a world where elites steal supernatural powers from the weak, Leon Storm’s father was scrubbed from existence after a suspicious crash. All that remained was his paintbrush—and a volatile golden power now erupting in Leon, a storm of golden light, forged in grief and rage. Thrown into a lethal academy and a cruel world where failure means death, Leon faces elites who feed on the powerless and monsters that haunt ruined cities. Every closed door, every doubting voice, only sharpens his edge. As the storm within him grows, one question remains: Control the storm, or become the disaster the world deserves. The choice is his. [I am currently revising the beginning chapters for better quality and consistency. Thank you for your patience and support while reading.]

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“I will break you,” Kael swore, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “And when I do, you will beg for me.” My gaze dropped to the ground, fear tightening my chest while my fists slowly clenched. His fingers tucked my hair behind my ears before he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my skin. “You are a slave here,” he whispered. “Once I am done with you, my brothers will have their turn.” My body went stiff. He said it like he meant it. “And the best part?” His voice turned colder. “You will enjoy every second of it and beg for more.” ⸻ Right before the truck hit her, after seeing her fiancé cheating on her, Tori Hale begged for a second chance. She got one but it was not the life she remembered. Instead, she woke in a brutal world ruled by the powerful Blackthorne brothers, where survival is decided through deadly games and only the strongest girls escape alive. Forty girls were selected and they were all seen as slaves. And Kael Blackthorne had already decided one thing the moment he set eyes on her. She was different. His desire for her was clear and she soon realized the other brothers were watching her too. They all wanted her in one way or another. And Kael would either break her or break her! There was no other option.

In the mundane world of spreadsheets and supply chains, Marcus is a ghost—brilliant but unremarked, skilled but overlooked. Plagued by trauma and sleepless nights, he hides his talents behind a facade of disorganization and weariness, convinced he’ll never be seen as a leader. When colleagues are promoted ahead of him, he tells himself it’s easier to stay in the shadows than to fight for recognition he doesn’t believe he deserves. But shadows hold secrets, and when a fatal road accident cuts his life on Earth short, Marcus awakens in a magical realm where concealment is a weapon and hidden power is the greatest strength of all. Tasked with defending this new world from encroaching darkness, he must learn that the very things that kept him hidden on Earth are what make him the hero this realm needs. The hero who was always there, just waiting to be revealed.  

A talented individual who is respected by many and welcomed everywhere… Not at all! A bloodthirsty battle fanatic who knows no defeat! However, he is usually kind and gentle, as well as a great boss and a subordinate who does not make a fuss! That’s what people think of me, but in reality, I’m a sickly person who struggles to get by in everyday life, let alone in battles. Due to excessive stress, I vomit blood. If I’m shocked, I vomit blood. Even if I’m slightly startled, I vomit blood. For no reason at all, I vomit blood… No, it’s about time everyone realized that I’m weak, but for some reason, they continue to have a strange misunderstanding about me. So… I used to be strong—no, I still am, but for some reason my body was damaged and I can no longer use 100% of my skills? Is it because my body will be unable to withstand it? And the reason for it is… a spell? A curse? This is ridiculous! ___ This is an upload of a PDF I have. I don't know who the original translator is. I will make small modifications to each chapter to correct some things that may be confusing.

They say that 90 percent of the world's oceans have been unexplored, due to just how much floor there is to cover. Imagine a world where, instead of deep trenches of water, our oceans were filled with forests—endless forests—where the further you go, the stranger, and larger the creatures become. The air growing thicker, and heavier, with the stinging sharpness of ozone; trees that stretch into the stratosphere, or bottomless muddy quagmires that are so deep that the bodies claimed can never be discovered; deer the size of whales, or bigger still, with an anomalous number of legs; the oppressive daytime darkness, never ending, due to the boundless appetite of the trees. Who knows what untold methods of ravenous mutilation might be discovered in the great beyond; or what unfathomable treasures lurk just beyond the shadow's edge. We find ourselves marooned in little islands of flat plain in the midst of miles and endless miles of oppressive wooded wilderness. Do not let the sunlight fool you. There is nothing keeping the terrors of the depths from venturing into the light.