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Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India

[Anti-Hero | Revenge harem] "What the fu..?! I got transmigrated?" "Holy shit… A 44-year-old M!LF, a 25-year-old sister, a 21-year-old younger one, and twin cousins my age? And this idiot was adopted? Thank you, God. I swear I'm not wasting this second chance." 'So this fool was raised like a lamb…but they have no idea that this very lamb is about to turn into a lion.' ********************************************************** Meet, Riku Higashi, a notorious Japanese hacker on the run, dies tragically.  But fate isn't finished with him. He is reborn in India as an 18-year-old high schooler, Rohit with a brand new identity and a house full of tempting opportunities. Raised as the heir to a billionaire, Rohit soon discovers the truth: this life is not a gift, but a countdown. Once he turns twenty, he is meant to be disposed of. What begins as freedom quickly twists into tension. What his handlers fail to realize is that in his past life, Riku was no ordinary criminal. He was a master mind wanted by twenty-one nations—a wolf in sheep's clothing. Given the perfect opportunity, he can return every betrayal a thousandfold. This new life offers pleasure, power, and the tempting possibility of redemption. He could erase his criminal past and live in comfort, untouched by shadows. But fate has other plans. The very secret organization responsible for his death has resurfaced, haunting his path to power once more. As his past tightens its grip, Rohit must choose: hide behind a new face—or confront the darkness head-on. To the world, he could become a billionaire prodigy. To the underworld, a relentless hunter. And this time, he has everything to lose, and everything to take back. One thing is certain. His story will not be confined within a single nation’s borders. More Tags: #Psychological, #Revenge, #FamilyBusiness, #DarkRomance, #Possesive, #Corruption, #Scifi, #Mafia, #Espionage, #FaceSlapping Notes: - Dont skip the story for lemon scenes or you won't enjoy it and miss many things like the art work or jumping wrong conclusions. - The system setting is AI based (not magic) and will only appear in possesion to MC after chapter 65+. - The story is based on fiction, and any resemblance to real-life place , person, brand or events should be considered a coincidence. The cover picture is also AI-based. In case anyone has any issues, please feel free to reach out to me. Thank you for reading.
Hawkclaw · 217.3k Views

The Ethereal Butcher: Sovereign of the Silent Void

The human body is a masterpiece of design. It is also the perfect prison. ​In a world where Cultivation is no longer about spirituality but biological warfare, the God-Emperor has achieved immortality by turning his subjects into living fuel cells. The "Imperial Sickness" isn't a plague—it’s a harvest. ​Li Wei was born a Prince, but he was raised as a specimen. Abandoned in the toxic depths of the Void-Pit, his heart was surgically replaced with a stone-cold artifact of death: The Dead Heart. ​Under the tutelage of the Surgical Wraith, Li Wei didn't learn to move mountains or split the sky. He learned something far more terrifying: ​He learned the exact tension of a vocal cord before it snaps. ​He learned how to hijack a nervous system with a single silver thread. ​He learned that every God, no matter how powerful, still has a Vagus Nerve that can be severed. ​Now, Li Wei has emerged from the Pit. He isn't here to lead a rebellion or claim a throne. He is here to perform a Total Systemic Excision. ​With a cracked porcelain mask, a mechanical companion with a fragmented soul, and a surgical register of 2,994 targets, the Butcher of the Void begins his final procedure. From the bone-chilling ruins of his home to the rotting gut of the Bone Gutter slums, he will cut through the Empire’s veins until he reaches the heart of the God-Emperor himself. ​"I am not a hero. I am the Surgeon. And this Empire is a terminal patient."
The_SilentGod · 12.1k Views

My Monster Man

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.
Anuvuti_Roy · 1.5k Views