sliceoflife

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos, and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes. Each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon, a symbol, a prize passed from hand to hand, a body to be used and sold. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a being hiding his own scars. Some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire, challenge and most dangerous of all her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. It starts with a woman who was never meant to survive. But did. And came back sharper.

The Vongola ring is fake. The flames burning through his chest? Absolutely real. Ichigo's mother dies in one year. Tsuna says watch me. That's the problem with gods. You don't see them coming until the world is already on fire. Aizen didn't see him. Yhwach didn't see him. Soul Society didn't see him. Now they're all burning.

In the magical year of 2003, a brand-new era quietly arrived. Beckham left for Spain, and a young Portuguese named Cristiano Ronaldo joined Manchester United. Ambitious Wenger led his Arsenal squad into an undefeated season. Over Stamford Bridge, Russian money rained down without restraint, aiming to scoop up all the world's footballing talent. At the North Gate of Hyde Park in central London, Yang Cheng, freshly graduated from university, inherited a nearly bankrupt football club and a piece of prime real estate that made everyone drool with envy. “I’m absolutely the most pathetic transmigrator in history!” “But I will lead my team to conquer the Premier League, Europe, and the world—until all the football giants tremble beneath our feet!” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Lu Bu, experiencing his second transmigration, arrived in the Dou Qi Continent and unexpectedly discovered that his soul carried the Devouring Ancestral Symbol. Ke ke ke... How can a true man live under others for long in this vast world? If Soul Heaven Emperor and Xiao Yan can ascend to the Dou Emperor realm, then why can't I, the great Lu Bu? Ke ke... In this lifetime, I shall stand at the very peak of the world’s power! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen  

In his former life, he was a man haunted by regret—a sterile, solitary soul who yearned for a family he could never have. Then fate threw him a curveball: transmigration. Now, he wakes up as Frank Gallagher, the notorious drunk and deadbeat dad from Shameless—except this time, the dysfunction is just the beginning. Suddenly saddled with six wildly diverse kids, Frank is knee-deep in the chaos of fatherhood—equal parts disaster and accidental wisdom. But beneath the surface of slurred words and bad decisions, something else is brewing. This isn't just the gritty South Side of Chicago anymore. Something darker is creeping in. The lines between worlds begin to blur as superheroes, sorcerers, demons, and hunters stalk the shadows. From Stark Industries to the Sanctum Sanctorum, from Hell’s Kitchen to Hell itself, Frank finds himself entangled in a multiversal spiral of cosmic stakes and personal redemption. He's not just a drunken dad anymore. He's a wildcard in a universe where Iron Man suits clash with angels and shapeshifters, and where the dead don’t always stay buried. Welcome to the wildest crossover you never saw coming. --- Update Schedule: 1 Chapter/day from Monday to Friday. Unlock exclusive access to advanced chapters: patreon.com/A_divin5

In Tomodachi, Motosaki Izuna, an 18-year-old American-Japanese military child, transfers to the prestigious Matsugaya High in Japan, eager to reconnect with his roots and finish his final year of high school. Little does he know, his arrival coincides with the onset of a sinister curse—the Tomodachi Curse—an ancient evil that thrives on the bonds of friendship. As Motosaki reunites with his childhood best friend, Aisha Ayami, he quickly forms close ties with Aisha and her four friends: the shy but insightful Rebecca Haruna, the fiery and competitive Emma Chisaka, the serene yet fragile Otsuki Nagagami, and the proud, wealthy Naomi Suzuki. While the group enjoys their time together, a hidden darkness looms. The Tomodachi, a vengeful yokai spirit, preys on the girls’ relationships, driving them to betray one another in a twisted quest for love. Motosaki soon discovers that he is entangled in a deadly game: to break the curse, he must identify the true Tomodachi before the Matsugaya Festival on December 20th. Each wrong choice results in the brutal erasure of a girl from existence, leaving Motosaki in a cycle of despair as he is repeatedly thrust back in time with no memory of the girls he lost. As he delves deeper into the mystery, Motosaki confronts the chilling nature of the Tomodachi Curse and the darkness it brings out in his friends. With each iteration, he grows more determined to save them, piecing together clues and forming new bonds while battling the mounting psychological terror. However, as the curse intensifies, the Tomodachi becomes bolder, taunting Motosaki with haunting memories and manipulating his perceptions of friendship and love. In a desperate bid to save his friends and end the torment once and for all, Motosaki must navigate a treacherous path filled with heartbreak and sacrifice. As the festival approaches, he faces a harrowing choice: risk losing everything by confronting the Tomodachi directly or accept his own tragic fate in an effort to secure a happier ending for those he loves. -------------- To all who know what my novel Shokyo is, this is a reimagined version of my first horror/thriller story, Shokyo! I hope you enjoy this spooky book for the up coming spooky season!

18+ Adult Erotica. Reflective, hot and intense sexual relationships. Short stories full of kinky surprises. Warning: the following stories contain thoughtful, sexually explicit adult material. Reading these stories means you are an adult in your nation of viewing. You are responsible, so please don’t share these stories with anyone under the age of consent. These stories are for personal reading. They are fictitious situations for adult pleasure. Enjoy responsibly.

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

Well hello there, This fanfic is my take on the Naruto series. Well I just wanted to carve out the world from my imagination. As for the story and future plot. Well… tell you the truth— I don't know. Yes, I don't know. This story is supposed to be fluffy and light hearted. But now 4 chapters in, I am writing a war for survival. “Sigh” what inspiration do to a writer. I do have some major plot and already done some foreshadowing. But I don't know how I will get there. So let's find out together. . . . . . . So this is my first time writing this. I hope it's done correctly. Happy Reading.

Someone put a bullet in my head. Joke's on them — it activated my system. Now I'm Tony Stark's forgotten twin brother with super strength, regeneration, and an adamantium skeleton. I fly faster than his suits. I hit harder than his missiles. And my motorcycle just turned into a woman with serious attitude problems. Obadiah wants us dead? He's decorating the sidewalk. S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to recruit me? I lead or I walk. They called me the useless playboy. Wait till they see what I unlock tomorrow.

Uchiha Fugaku tried loyalty. They called him a traitor. Uchiha Shisui tried sacrifice. They stole his eyes. Uchiha Itachi tried obedience. They made him a murderer. Uchiha Ren tried none of these things. And that makes him the most dangerous person in Konoha. What would you do if you knew your entire family would be murdered in ten years? Would you run? Would you beg? Would you fight? Uchiha Ren did something worse. He planned.

Her empire collapsed overnight. Her fiancé betrayed her. And now, CEO Anozie Olaedo has nothing left, except a deal with the ruthless tycoon. Arinze Chibuzor. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. He offers her one thing: marriage. No love. No intimacy. Just business. But sparks don’t follow rules. And when his icy mask begins to crack, Olaedo finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of passion, pride, and secrets. Just as she begins to trust him, their pasts comes back to life. People they thought dead. Truths that could shatter everything. A destiny she never asked for. Now, Olaedo must choose: protect her heart, or risk everything for a man who was never supposed to matter. When the past collides with the present… will their fragile contract survive, or will it burn to ashes?

They called him a demon. They spat on him in the streets. They let him eat alone for twelve years. And when the Heavenly Screen flashed across the sky—showing Naruto Uzumaki as the man who would end everything—the first thing he whispered wasn't rage or vengeance. It was: "Why didn't anyone tell me my parents died for me?" This isn't a story about a hero turning evil. It's about a boy who loved too hard in a world that only taught him how to bleed. And when the screen revealed everything Konoha buried—the lies, the cover-ups, the bodies in the basement—Naruto didn't become a monster. He just stopped pretending to be their hero.

Who says a eunuch can’t fall in love? In the noble courts of Valemont, everyone seems to agree that he cannot. Theodore von Virchow is the duke’s second son. A decorated war hero. A man of quiet authority whose cold composure makes even seasoned nobles uneasy. And he is devastatingly handsome. Tall, broad-shouldered, and sinfully good-looking, Theodore looks like a man carved by the gods themselves. Many whisper that such beauty is a cruel waste on a eunuch. With a single declaration, Theodore placed himself beyond the expectations of marriage, heirs, and romantic pursuits. Society accepted it without question. The court pitied him. The women stopped pursuing him. And life quietly moved on. Everyone accepted the truth. Everyone… except Everetta Whitmore. For thirteen years, Everetta has loved exactly one man. While society calls her foolish and her parents attempt to marry her off to more suitable lords, she refuses every offer placed before her. Because Everetta Whitmore does not believe love should be so easily abandoned. And if Theodore von Virchow truly is a eunuch? Then she intends to find out exactly what a eunuch ‘can’ do. Everetta begins a relentless pursuit that shocks the entire court. From scandalous masquerade balls to suspiciously convenient accidents in gardens, libraries, and moonlit balconies, she repeatedly throws herself into Theodore’s path with reckless determination. She bumps into him. Provokes him. Tempts him. And every time he tries to escape her, she only chases harder. Until one evening, Theodore finally snaps. “You are chasing a man who cannot give you anything,” he says coldly. “Have you no dignity?” Everetta only smiles. “Dignity?” she says sweetly. “If I cared about dignity, I wouldn’t be in love with you.” But Theodore von Virchow is a man who keeps his distance from the world, guarding himself behind silence and restraint. Least of all does he want the stubborn woman who refuses to leave him alone anywhere near his carefully ordered life. Yet the more Everetta chases him, the more impossible it becomes for him to ignore her. Because chasing a man who insists he cannot love her might ruin her reputation… but Everetta has never been afraid of scandal. … A scandalous historical romance about obsession, forbidden desire, and the relentless woman determined to prove that even a eunuch cannot escape love forever.

Ever wondered what would happen if a person found themselves in the warhammer 40k of cultivation novels? Luckily, our protagonist is, supposedly, quite the lucky fellow. Maybe that'll help him out. Or maybe he'll end up thrown into a pot to be turned into rank one dogshit luck. There's a lot of possibilities, luckily most don't involve pots. Or: Some dude's brother writes up a CYOA for him. Said Dude wakes up as Fang Yuan the next day. ---- If you haven't read Reverend Insanity you don't need to worry, I'll try to have things explained as the novel goes on. Also, don't worry about the cover. It's an inside joke :}.

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

[Warning, this Story HAS R-18 stuff] Leon is a lower-class noble who lost the war of succession to his family's throne, and ended up on the street. Trying to make a living, he decided to become an adventurer, yet, his system only shows one skill. [Sultan's Harem]

"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" A man, seething with anger, yelled at someone. "Now Tristian, he is your son," a woman said as calmly as she could, standing in front of the boy. "Not biologically he isn't! You had him when we got together, Diana!" Tristian said, not as loudly, but still booming throughout the house. Diana turned around and knelt down, "Can you go up to your room, sweetie?" She asked and he nodded. The boy did go up the stairs, but he didn't go to his room. He instead sat down and the top step to listen to his parents yell at each other. Diana turned back to her husband, "He was left at my doorstep one morning almost Eleven years ago, Tristian, what was I supposed to do?" "As of the current situation, I'd say you should've left it there!" He yelled back at his slowly-losing-her-patience wife. "He. Not it, he. And he is our son. Just because he's different doesn't mean we can't love him," Diana said. The Boy known as Jake Fernandes sat at the top of the stairs, crying as he listened to the people he had called his parents arguing. Right then he decided he could accept them not being his real parents because they looked after him for so long. He suddenly heard a loud bang come from down the stairs. He stood up and hurried down to see his mother laying on the ground, red liquid slowly pooling around her still form. He gasped, tears flowing from his widened eyes, then looked up to his father and saw him holding a gun. His father aimed his gun at him, but before he could pull the trigger, he started gasping for air. Tristian saw his son's eyes and they were glowing red. In his final moments, he knew that thing had to be born of the devil. There wasn't any way he could explain otherwise. Jake watched as his fathers life was slowly drained from his eyes, clutching his throat the entire time. His body spasms ceded and his father lay still, just like his mother. The entire situation was gravely taxing on his psyche. His red eyes changed back to their Blue color and before he knew it, he fell forward, passing out from recent events. Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

The Sandaime had waited far too long to reach out to Naruto. By the time he finally acted, Naruto no longer cared about becoming Hokage. Another dream had already taken root in his heart—one that would push him further than anyone could have imagined. Important Notes: In this story, Naruto is the first and only Kyuubi Jinchuuriki. The Kyuubi's chakra has not been split in half. I’ve never liked that part of canon, so all of the Kyuubi's chakra resides within Naruto. There are no parents conveniently hiding in Naruto’s seal. That’s another canon element I’ve chosen to discard. I won’t be using "Kurama" as a name for the Kyuubi because it sounds far too androgynous for my liking. The Sharingan has no inherent power to control Bijuu in this story. There are no other convenient powers or abilities to control or subdue Bijuu either. Lastly, this story will contain lemons and graphic violence. Since it’s marked as M, I don’t intend to warn readers about these elements beyond this note. Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

Neva and Rhett, two young souls find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael, a man with a heart of thorns, yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world, as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages, one after another, gathering a tale where faith and love and grace wins against the doubt and hatred and sin. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain, pretending to be the hero.