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WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at your own risk ⛔️ The young lady, Ines Hamilton. With an innocent face, she was actually secretly writing an 18+ romance novel. This was a secret hobby that must not be known by anyone… But she got discovered by her older brother’s friend, Duke Carcel Anderson. “I’ll help you. What do you want to know?” And so every night, the lady’s sensual hobby began with practical references. PS: This is a slow pace novel but I promise it would be worth your time.

After her twin brother Elliot disappears, Elleanore Fonze assumes his identity and enters the elite Alpha-only Royal Triskelion Academy. Disguised beneath scent suppressors and her brother’s uniform, she navigates a world of powerful heirs, strict hierarchy, and dangerous secrets. Caught between the campus bad boy who protects her, the golden boy who regrets losing her, and the crown prince who becomes suspiciously attached to “Elliot,” she must hide the one thing that could expose her: she’s an Omega who doesn’t belong. Inside the Academy lies the truth behind Elliot’s disappearance—and the reason she might never make it out alive.

Title: Kasarinlan Note: This is a fantasy story infused with Philippine history, set in an alternate world. Tagline: "Freedom, Unity, Peace, The three symbols a nation needs to fight against foreign oppression. But what happens when those who embody and deliver these qualities clash in their methods and beliefs on how to protect the nation they are meant to safeguard?" Plot: For over 500 years, the powerful nation of Spain has colonized the Philippines, treating it as one of its colonies. Due to countless failures and defeats of Filipino heroes and revolutionaries, the people gradually lost the courage to reclaim their homeland from the colonizers. With hope fading, Filipinos eventually surrendered and accepted Spanish rule over their nation. Over the centuries, Spanish governance grew increasingly cruel toward the country's citizens, dividing Filipino society into two classes: Honorary Spaniards or "Hilaw" (as the Spanish call them): These are Filipinos who abandoned their Filipino identity to become "adopted childre ton of Spain" in exchange for certain privileges in the country. Low-Class Citizens or "Indio" (as the Spanish call them): These are Filipinos from poor families, stripped of numerous privileges and rights in their own land. Due to their low social status, they are often oppressed, abused, and unable to defend themselves in any court or legal system in the country.

Samuel Whitfield is born in 1883 Los Angeles with the consciousness of a man from 2025—burdened with the knowledge of every war, crash, and catastrophe of the next 105 years. Wealthy, brilliant, and perpetually trapped between two worlds, Sam navigates the treacherous terrain of American racism while wielding foreknowledge as both a weapon and a curse. From the 1907 Panic to the Great Depression, from World War II to the Civil Rights era, Sam builds an empire while grappling with an impossible question: knowing what's coming, does he have a moral obligation to stop it? And can one man's foreknowledge change the tide of history, or is he simply a witness to catastrophe, powerless despite everything he knows? A century-long meditation on wealth, race, power, and the burden of foresight—The Long Game follows a Black man's impossible journey through America's darkest and brightest moments, asking what it means to live a lifetime knowing you can never truly change the course of history.

Delaney Irvine Rebirity is well known as a cursed princess of the Drivike Empire, she suffers from the mistake of her mother, putting a curse on the crown prince, and living in the empire as an outcast. Even though Delaney suffered a lot and was mistreated by the nobility, she never seeks revenge, and she just wants to end her life because, from the day she was born, her life has no purpose at all. One day, the emperor, that is her father asked her to marry a tyrant from the neighborhood empire and gave her a mission to kill the emperor, using the curse that she had. Delaney has no idea what kind of curse she had, because, for 18 years, her eyes are covered by silk, to protect people around her. But nobody knows that behind that title of cursed princess, a beauty is hiding behind the silk that is covering her eyes. And every time Delaney is living a miserable life, a lot of men will find their way to her, and fall in love, captivated by her beauty of her. A man who will do everything for her, a man who will kill everyone who makes her suffer, a man who will do everything to win her favor, and more men to help her to reach her goal and to have the title of emperor of Drivike.

Great.I just time traveled.Instead of chilling,I decide to change the system in a hope to make it better than the present one.Yes,I am delusional but don't the mad ones change the world?But can I do it without becoming a monster?That's the question.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

Reincarnated as the villainess Liliane von Hohenberg? Fine. Destined to die? Nope! I just want to live rich, eat good food, and… secretly ship my favorite second male lead. Too bad he’s fated to suffer and turn into the main villain. Can I save him? Whatever, this ship must sail—even if it breaks the original story!

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

After being knocked out and abruptly awakened by a punch, Morin finds himself a prisoner of war. He initially believed he was in a world on the eve of a conflict similar to World War I, but quickly discovers the actual situation is far more bizarre. For starters, why is he, an Imperial soldier, allied with volunteers from the International Brigades?! Assault Troopers who look like walking Iron Cans carrying swords and shields, Armored Knights powered by a mix of diesel and Magic, and battle mages marching with the army… All of this tells Morin that this world has serious, fundamental issues. But his immediate concern is how to survive this conflict, a war ironically touted as ‘the war to end all wars.’ Key Elements: Magically Modified World War I Real Men Use Bolt-Action Rifles Diesel-Powered Armored Knights Airship Boarding Actions This is a Fans-Translations

300,000 years ago, a meteorite crashed into North Africa. A nineteen-year-old Archaic Homo-Sapien stood at ground zero. The impact didn't grant him magic. It granted him perfection. He became the absolute pinnacle of human potential. A biological supercomputer processing 60,000 data points per second. Bones transformed into carbon-graphene composites. Muscles reorganized into hyper-dense matrices. However, the greatest change was that his very existence was placed on a quantum lock. He cannot age. He cannot die. He cannot be destroyed. He alone is eternal. He has mastered every profession. He built empires and watched them crumble. He fathered millions who evolved into hundreds of demi-humans with unique evolutionary adaptations-Bio-electric organs generating lightning arcs, iron-enriched tissue generating magnetic fields, and ultra-dense brown fat producing 300°F heat blasts. With nothing left to conquer, he grew bored with life. Then World War 2 gave him six years of slaughter. Now it's 1951. San Francisco. The war is over, and the boredom has returned-worse than before. His family is terrified. A bored 300,000-year-old apex predator is an extinction-level threat. So they proposed he do the one last thing he has never done: Formal Education. He has lived through all of history, but he has never attended school. It is the only novelty left. A distraction to keep him from starting World War 3. So he is attending the most elite university in the world. Not to learn. Not to make friends. But to see if modern humanity can keep him entertained. This is not a magic story. This is not a story of redemption. This is not a story about equality. This is not a story about justice. This is not a story about finding purpose. This is a story about what happens when the most dangerous lifeform to ever live decides restraint is boring. He was there at the beginning, and he will be there at the end. His name is Acheron Belarus.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

Before the world burned, there were three... The King of Slayers The Child of War And The Savior Who Never Was. History called them killers. Tyrants. Monsters. The ones who brought the end. But what if history lied? King of Slayers: “I am Victor Zefar, King of the Slayers. I come to you as judge and executioner. Eleven years ago, I met the woman you called queen. I helped her while knowing why you sent her.” She had been sold to me as a slave, sent as an assassin, but my truth set her free. When she realized I knew her mission, she never begged for herself. No… she begged for you. “She begged me to spare you disgusting savages — traitors — demons in human flesh! How did you repay her? How did you reward her loyalty? Tell me, people of Oma… how did your queen die?” Child of War: “I hid in the den of snakes, awaiting the monster who killed Father. He had waged war on my people and won. He loved to claim all that lived. He especially wanted Mother. Only death freed her from his grasp. Now he was after me. I had one mission: kill the monster, or die trying.” Savior Who Never Was: “I lived among the Immortals for a millennia. I was told tales of humanity’s salvation but watched them destroy each other every century. One tyrant in particular was granted blessing and power from the Heavens themselves. I watched him end a race and walk away with their prince,  a mere child — as his trophy. I dared to defy Paradise to get to Earth. I had to end that tyrant’s reign even if my home and people: Haven and the Immortals, were against interfering. What would happen if I left without their consent? Would they fight me? Could they stop me? Well… only the Spirit behind Adam's eyes knows the truth. Was I ever home, or in prison?”

In the frozen reaches of the North, Astrid Egildottir of Vinterhall was raised to inherit more than a name. As heir to an ancient bloodline and the only daughter among eight brothers, she bore the weight of tradition, politics, and expectation. Bound by her grandfather’s will to marry Prince Leif of Verdelund, Astrid’s life was set to become a bridge between north and south—whether she wished it or not. But when the Verdelunds reveal themselves as vampires, the Winter Hall becomes a slaughterhouse. In one night, Astrid loses everything—her family, her shieldguard, her home. Betrayed and cornered, she is bitten by Leif and, in the same moment, attacked by a hidden Child of the Moon. The venom and the virus should have destroyed her. Instead, they awaken what lies dormant in her blood: the touch of the goddess Freyja. Reforged in agony and reborn beneath a violet full moon, Astrid rises as something new—neither vampire nor werewolf, but a hybrid bound by divine spark. She alone survives the massacre of Vinterhall, cursed with power, sharpened by grief, and carrying the ashes of her family on her shoulders. Now, the last daughter of a fallen house must carve her path through a world that will see her as monster, miracle, or weapon. The Hunters would see her destroyed. The Children of the Moon would see her as blasphemy. And the southern kingdoms will not suffer the North’s heir to live, not after the blood debt left in her wake. Astrid Vinterhall walks alone—haunted, hunted, and remade. But she is not broken. The purple moon has marked her, and the world will learn what it means to stand against the last of Vinterhall.

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

Having your father die in your arms with you useless to do anything to help him is a memory one can never forget . Rin starts her life's journey to immortal starting with this . With secrets to unravel , revenge to fulfill , trying to survive , she puts in her all and never gives up

(No CP) With a series of failed tasks and the system malfunctioning and out of contact, the diligent Su Juan is forced to lie down and become a salted fish. Out of boredom, she can only watch the gossip dramas around her. Su Juan: How delightful. —— [Old Master Su took a beautiful concubine, yet someone intervened!] Oh, his buttocks are probably blooming. [The Assistant Minister of Rites is almost seventy and still keeps a mistress outside, tsk tsk tsk.] One reaches old age, and his late bloom withers. [None of the sons and daughters of the Minister of Revenue are actually his own biological children...] Eh, did everyone already know? [Young Master Xie is always seeking pleasure, actually trying to cover up his condition with such actions, how pitiful.] Young Master Xie: ??? —— Just as Su Juan finds this salted fish life quite pleasant, she is horrified to discover that everyone around her has their ears perked up, as if they can all hear her inner thoughts... Su Juan: Damn, this game is ruined again!

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!