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ChronoNet: I Accidentally Brought the Internet Into History

Richard Neitzmann has £27.40 left, a failing system around him, and no remaining path forward. His work is taken. His house is gone. His mother lies in a hospital bed inside a process that moves too slowly to save her. Richard can see exactly where everything is breaking. He just has no authority to change it. Then something answers him. A hidden intelligence calling itself Descartes offers a single possibility: Change your position in time. Minutes later, Richard wakes in Europe in 1347. The plague has already begun. His phone still functions—but it is no longer just a device. Through ChronoNet, Richard gains access to something far more dangerous than information: The ability to see patterns before they happen. At first, it helps him survive. Then it makes him useful. Then it makes him impossible to ignore. As disease spreads through streets, markets, and trade routes, Richard begins to understand the real structure of collapse: movement, contact, labour, fear. And once he sees it, he cannot stop himself from acting. But knowledge does not stay neutral. Every correct decision gives him influence. Every influence reshapes the city. Every change draws attention. From priests. From merchants. From those who profit from chaos. And from something behind ChronoNet that may not be guiding him at all. Because the question is no longer whether Richard can change history. It is whether he is the one making the decisions. Or the one being selected. New chapters released daily.
AurelRiven · 24k Views

Sold To The Cruel Prince

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?
Golda · 113.2k Views

Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 110.2k Views

A Scandal By Any Other Name

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy / Found family [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her find him a wife. But he has no intention of choosing anyone even Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As mysteries turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * High Stake Mystery: They try to untangle themselves from the Farrington’s trap. * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, It I s not in my place to—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 633.4k Views

The Assassin's Dream: Bound to the Warlord

Sera, an assassin known as the Angel of Death, was on her way to live a normal life—a life without killing. But suddenly, she is magically transported to a strange land ruled by Azron Mort, a ruthless lord and warrior who has claimed thousands of lives. To survive in this unfamiliar place, Sera pretends to be mute, hides her assassin skills, and does everything she can to avoid angering Azron Mort. But how can she stay out of his way when she is living under his roof with no chance to escape? And worst of all… she has caught the warlord’s attention. Chaos seems to follow her everywhere, leaving her no choice but to unleash her hidden skills to protect the people who have become important to her. A story of two people from different worlds, each forced to kill in order to survive, whose lives become intertwined in ways neither expected. Excerpt: Sera looked at Azron, noticing immediately that his face held no satisfaction from the fight. If anything, it unsettled her. There was a lingering sharpness in his gaze—curiosity, deep and probing. He wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted to see more… to see her true capacity. Across the arena, General Jidu moved to join the other generals, but Sera barely spared it a glance. The atmosphere had shifted—tight, heavy, almost suffocating. Sera started to climb down the arena. One step. Then— Azron suddenly grabbed a bow and arrow. The movement was swift. Precise. He pointed it at Sera. She immediately stopped midway. Silence struck the arena. The four generals were visibly shocked, their bodies tensing as if they had all felt the same invisible blade press against their throats. Without warning—Azron released two arrows shot toward Sera. Fast and unforgiving. Sera reacted instantly, her sword slicing through the air—clang, clang—striking both arrows cleanly. They dropped to the ground at her feet. She didn't even have time to settle. Azron had already taken another set. Three arrows drawn and released. Azron was a sharp shooter. His arrows always hit their mark—always—no matter how many he fired at once. He's really testing me. Sera stepped back, her breathing controlled, her eyes locked onto him. She moved with precision—intercepting, deflecting, cutting through the incoming arrows with her sword. Each impact sent vibrations up her arms, but she didn't falter. He didn't stop.He kept shooting again and again. Until— Twenty arrows lay scattered on the ground. All around her. A silent ring of intent. Sera stood in the center of the arena, unmoving. Her sword pointed toward the ground. But her gaze— It lifted to Azron. Steady and burning. She knew that he wasn't done testing her. Her glare sharpened—no longer guarded, no longer cautious. It was a challenge now. Raw. Undeniable.
Azamiah · 8k Views