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I posted this story with my other account as I wasn't able to recover this Gmail of mine. Now that I finally did, I will post my story on this account only. Sorry for the inconvenience. ────────────────────── Dean transmigrated into the body of Will, a Night’s Watch ranger. When he opened his eyes in this world, he found himself tied and surrounded by Stark guards, branded a deserter and set to be executed on the spot. Knowing the events of the first episode, Dean realized that the Lord of Winterfell would soon arrive to personally carry out the sentence. Despite his situation, Dean was not without hope. He had been granted an ability called Shadow Extraction, similar to the one possessed by the main lead of Solo Leveling. However, his version was weaker and came with certain limitations. Even so, in the harsh and unforgiving world of Game of Thrones, this ability still held the potential to become a powerful advantage. With death approaching and no time to waste, Dean had to rely on this newfound power and his knowledge of the world to survive a fate that had once been inevitable. ────────────────────── This is NOT a translation. And the Game of Thrones Tv show belongs to their respective creators. All I own is the MC.

She was supposed to be just another spoiled heiress flatlining on a penthouse floor. One more overdose. One more file stamped “troubled rich girl.” Then Dr. Rowan Blackwood looked at her like she was someone not special and that single, stupid moment of boldness lit a fuse no one saw coming. Now the seventeen-year-old billionaire heir won’t stop until she owns Rowan completely. Body. Mind. Soul. She’ll buy the hospital wing if she has to. She’ll show up at 3 a.m. outside Rowan’s locked apartment door. She’ll burn every boundary, break every rule, ruin every excuse Rowan tries to hide behind because once someone sees the real, bleeding girl underneath the cocaine and couture, Isadora Ravencroft doesn’t let go. Ever. Rowan should run. Ethics scream it. The law demands it. Her career would survive it. But every time those fever-bright eyes lock on hers, every time that trembling, manic hand reaches out like it’s drowning… something inside the unflinching doctor starts to fracture. One wrong touch. One forbidden kiss in the dark. One night where detox sweat and desperate sobs blur into something neither of them can name. They’re definitely not supposed to *need* this. But obsession doesn’t ask for permission. And healing… healing can look a lot like destruction when the wrong two people find each other at the worst possible time. Welcome to the kind of love that ruins lives and might just save them anyway. Dark. Forbidden. Addictive. You won’t look away. Even when you know you should. ———— The audio was clean.  Crisp.  Every hitch, every gasp, every whispered "yes" and "more" rendered in perfect high-definition clarity. Rowan's knees buckled.  She caught herself against the door palm flat, sliding down an inch. "That's… that's illegal. You can't... you can't have that." Isadora lowered the phone slowly.  The moans cut off when she paused the video. "Illegal?" she echoed, almost gently. "Like fucking your seventeen-year-old patient in the backseat? Like letting her finger you until you screamed? Like coming home the next morning and lying to your friends that 'nothing happened'?"

When God abandoned the world, He left behind scattered Shards of His power. Those who wield them are called Architects—members of Ancient Families who rewrite history and reshape matter to keep civilization from collapsing. Ema lives a hollow life in Prague, tormented by nightmares of a past she cannot remember. Driven by visions of fire and ash, she makes a fatal mistake: she returns to her hometown, a place that was erased from maps. Saved from a massacre by Viktor, a mysterious man with a dark burden, Ema is thrust into a hidden society where reality is a weapon. But while the Families fight for control, a greater threat is rising from the cracks in the world. The Void is hungry. And Ema might be the only one who sees it coming. _____________________________________ [Release Schedule] New chapter every 1-2 days! [Author's Note] The synopsis only scratches the surface of the world and the journey ahead. The story runs much deeper than it seems at first glance, and I can't wait to reveal more of it to you. A massive thank you to every reader who spends their time with my story. Your support means everything!

Power always comes with a price. Behind wealth, status, and perfect smiles lie secrets no one dares to expose. She thought she was stepping into a world of luxury and protection. Instead, she found herself trapped between desire, control, and sins that could destroy everything. In this game of power and obsession, love is never innocent.

Raven as one of the talentless ones lived a life of disgrace, he was weak, and to be weak in a world where everyone can acquire power is the greatest sin of all. And he, the sinner, was at the lowest position possible in society , the weak and the poor pitied him while the strong and rich despised him. And he who couldn't Bear being a failure anymore took his own life. he died alone, with no friends or family. Or so he thought. ________ #mc doesn't get any cheats, he acquire his strength slowly through hard work and opportunitie grabbing.

One anonymous tip-off. That’s all it took. Ling Ke—a random guy from our world, isekai’d straight into the countdown to the Third Honkai Impact—got snatched off the street and spent the next several years as a living test subject. Cut open, stitched back together, broken, rebuilt, screamed until his voice gave out. While he rotted in a lab: Fu Hua, the Immortal Red Kite, ascended beyond the red dust of mortality. Kiana joined Anti-Entropy. Raiden Mei pledged herself to World Serpent. Bronya finally found Seele again. And Ling Ke? He came back wrong. The Herrscher of Dominion. Master of a thousand puppet bodies. A walking apocalypse wearing a human face. “From this second on… this world burns.” The fully blackened transmigrator smiles—a jagged, ugly thing that doesn’t reach his hollowed eyes. Honkai. This is my revenge.

In the unforgiving wilderness of a desolate continent, a young wolf is born into a world where the weak are prey and the strong are still prey. This harsh, primal forest is a place where survival is a relentless struggle, and every creature fights to claim their place in the brutal hierarchy of the food chain. From the moment it opens its eyes, the little wolf, named Kai Syaoran, understands the ruthless laws of nature. The little wolf begins to question what it means to be perfect and whether true perfection can ever be achieved without immortality. Driven by an insatiable desire for perfection and the elusive promise of eternity, Kai Syaoran embarks on a perilous journey to rise above all things .

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.

Adrian Vail is a charismatic young perfumer in the city of Blackhaven. Handsome and alluring, he is far from what he seems. Behind the scent of jasmine and roses hides the Mad Jester a manipulative genius seeking power that rivals the King himself. Two souls, one body; different minds, but a single goal. Deep within the decaying streets of 1950s Blackhaven an era of darkness where nights are a living hell vampires, werewolves, and greedy humans clash to claim the city. Moving among them is the Jester, weaving a web of conspiracies. As the perfumer, he is the calm connoisseur; as the Jester, he is the deranged mastermind. In a journey through a corrupted age, where the lines between good and evil blur, will the Mad Jester crown himself the most powerful shadow in Blackhaven? Or will Adrian be the one to stop him? But the real question remains... Is Adrian truly the only puppeteer in town?

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.

Since the dawn of time, there has always been the question of whether humanity is evil by nature or if it is society that corrupts it. In this story, we will meet Morgan — a kind young man with a pure heart and a deep love for animals. However, his life is suddenly cut short by an illness that leads him to death. It is then that he finds himself before a god of death, ready to devour his soul and merge it with the universe. But in that very moment, another god appears to intervene and offer him help. Both hold opposing views on human nature, so they decide to settle their disagreement through a wager: Can the boy’s soul remain pure in a world where cruelty reigns, or will it be corrupted by its surroundings? Morgan is reborn in a merciless world where humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. However, there is one detail that changes everything: the god of death reincarnates him as an axolotl, while the other god grants him a mysterious gift. Will Morgan manage to stay true to his ideals... or will he fall victim to a rotten and corrupted society?

In a world ruled by power, blood, and ruthless ambition, Domenic Moretti reigns supreme. Feared by enemies and respected by his men, the mafia lord has never allowed anyone to get close-until Elijah Sinclair stumbles into his path. Elijah, a carefree university student with a sharp tongue and a reckless attitude, doesn't bow to power. He doesn't cower before Domenic's deadly presence. Instead, he laughs in the face of danger, tempting fate with every smirk. What starts as an accident turns into an obsession-one neither of them can control. As their worlds collide, Domenic finds himself torn between dominance and desire, while Elijah realizes that once you step into the dark, there's no turning back. A dangerous game begins, where one wrong move could mean losing everything... or surrendering to something even more terrifying-love

When her boyfriend humiliates her in front of the entire city for being “inferior”, Alina Moretti thinks the worst day of her life has arrived. But she is wrong. That same night, she accepts an offer no sane woman would acknowledge. The offer was to marry Dante Russo — billionaire CEO by day, ruthless mafia sovereign by night. The contract is simple: One year. Public perfection. No passion. No questions. Dante doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control, power, and leverage. A wife will strengthen his empire, produce heirs maybe and then nothing more. But Alina is not what she seems. Raised in modest silence, she hides a truth that could rival his empire — a family secret buried under years of deliberate obscurity. Their marriage begins as a calculated arrangement until it becomes a battlefield of pride, ego and emotions. And then one reckless, alcohol-laced night changes everything. When two pink lines appear, the rules of their contract shatter. Dante grows colder. Enemies grow bolder. Secrets grow heavier. And somewhere between power and possession… love begins to bloom in the shadows. But in a world built on loyalty and blood, love may be the most dangerous weakness of all.

I snickered. "Explain what? That you're a monster. I need to get out of here. It was a mistake coming here, this town is crazy and you're crazy!" Ethan's jaw clenches, his nostrils flare as he stalks closer to me. His piercing gaze makes my stomach churn. "You're not going anywhere, this is where you belong now here with me!" After being cheated by her boyfriend, Freya decides to take a break from dating and leaves town to go on a vacation to mend her broken heart. Freya visits a small secluded town called Creeks ville. She's oblivious to the fact that the town is filled with werewolves. Ethan Stone, the brooding alpha of the infamous blood moon pack has always been taught since childhood that mates are a curse and nothing but an obstacle, a weakness that would someday bring down the pack. Freya's world is soon turned upside down when she encounters a devilishly handsome man. After having a one-night stand with the man, Freya soon realizes he isn't human but a beast. Ethan thought he could fight the mate bond and reject his mate if he ever found her but when he meets her, he cannot seem to resist the bond.

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

[+18 Explicit Content Warning!] [Incest, Taboo, Milfs, Highschool Combo, Cuckolding, Revenge & Torture.] [Netori- Yes!] [Netorare- No!] ----- Transmigrated into a parallel world after a failed prison break attempt that led to his death, Miles awakens in the dead body of Miles Sinclair: A nerd. A stepbrother to five wonderfully endowed, gorgeous stepsisters. A Stepson to a milf of a mother who worked hard to keep the bills coming. And to top it off, a weakling. A weakling that had been bullied all his life till he was eventually bullied to death. Enabled with the Taboo Stepson System, Miles takes on the mantle of his late predecessor. Swearing not only to avenge his death but also to become the Stepson and brother he never was but dreamed of.

✰ Synopsis ✰ The S-Rank raiders left the corpses where they fell. Didn't even bother looting them. Typical. Kian crouched beside the dead guild leader, some arrogant prick named Gareth who spent two hours talking about "bait having a leash." Now Gareth's got a claw through his chest and a face that says the universe owes him an apology. Kian takes the sword. Plain steel. Soul-Bound to a dead man. Useless to anyone else. Or it should be. His HUD flickers. His HUD never flickers. Cheap piece of shit, but it's a reliable cheap piece of shit. [SYSTEM ERROR: DUPLICATE COMMAND DETECTED.] The sword's still in his hand. No red text. No warning. He checks his inventory. Two swords. Same name. Same stats. Same soul-bound tag. Kian's heart does something weird. Not fear. The opposite. That quiet electric jolt when you find something you were never supposed to see. He touches Gareth's armor. S-Rank Plate of the Iron Covenant. Unique-grade. Three sets in the whole kingdom. Eight months of hunting for this one. Duplicate. Nothing happens. Then he checks his inventory again. Two chestplates. Identical. Same scratches. Same glow. Same impossible existence. Kian sits there in the blood-soaked corridor, surrounded by corpses who treated him like garbage disposal, holding two pieces of armor that shouldn't exist. The Guild Masters spend fortunes on single artifacts. Wars are fought over Unique-grade items. The Emperor's whole power base? Owning the only copies of certain weapons. And Kian can just... make more. He strips the body. Duplicate. Duplicate. Duplicate. Thirty steel swords. Forty health potions. A ring that boosts strength by 200%. Another ring that does the same thing. Another ring that does the same thing. Gareth's corpse ends up naked. Kian pulls up his status screen. Rank F. Class: Scrap Collector. Wealth: 0 Gold. He laughs. Hollow. Echoes off the walls. Zero gold. Holding more value than half the guilds in the capital combined. The System doesn't know what to do with him. It's got rules. Chains. A whole economy built on scarcity. And he's a bug in its code. A voice echoes from deeper in the dungeon. "Gareth? You get that core yet?" Kian looks at the two chestplates in his hands. Then at the naked corpse at his feet. Grin spreads across his face. Slow. Sharp. Not entirely sane. He tosses one chestplate back on the body. Just to watch them figure that out later. Then he walks toward the exit, inventory bulging with things that shouldn't exist, and starts thinking about how badly he's about to break this world. Let's see how fast this fucking system lags.

The Last bell didn't signal home. It signalled the end of the world. Seventeen-year-old Leo and his two best friends were "gears in a watch"; predictable, safe, and ready for the basketball tournament. Then a scream from the school nurse shattered the trophy case, and the "boring Tuesday" in Westview High turned into a slaughterhouse. A viral "Sickness" has turned the student body into apex predators. With the school in a digital blackout and the exits welded shut, the Golden Trio is trapped. They make friends and enemies in their Journey to discover the truth. Armed with an aluminum bat and a fading sense of humanity, Leo must lead his brothers through the dark. In a world where your classmates are no longer human, there’s only one rule: Adapt, or become the trophy.

He came to beg for mercy. He left owned. Jace Carter thought he could outtalk trouble-until the day his debt brought him face-to-face with Damien Moreau, a ruthless mafia boss known for breaking men far tougher than him. With no money, no backup, and no way out, Jace makes a reckless joke: "What if I pay with my body?" He doesn't expect Damien's quiet smile. He doesn't expect the door to lock behind him. And he definitely doesn't expect the way his body starts to betray him. As days turn to nights in Damien's control, Jace is forced to confront the one thing more dangerous than his debt-his desire.

The empire encompassed endless twinkling stars, but in this dark and terrifying distant future, there were only endless wars. ...... Gu Hang became the governor of a wasteland planet, where previous governors had all been executed for failing to deliver the tithe on time. Monsters and Low Energy Storms rampaged, survivor factions schemed against each other, technological regression, low productivity, the resurgence of Evil Gods, Green Skin Orcs taking root and sprouting... "Don't panic just yet, let me check the panel below." [Military Tokens], [Heroes], [Technology], [Events]... Starting as the planetary governor, he would build fleets that traversed the Star Sea, suppressing all alien forms, heretics, traitors, and demons of chaos! Although I formed battle groups on my own, funded Battle Nuns, diverted the imperial tax, and disregarded deployment orders... I knew I was fiercely loyal! Traitors? This is clearly the Third Empire!