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Every villain is scripted to die. Kael Voss was the hero who always won—until death flipped the board. He wakes in the body of the first boss he ever killed: a shadow lord doomed to fall in chapter one, forgotten fodder for the chosen one. No more playing nice. With perfect game knowledge and the forbidden Shadow Sovereign System, Kael turns the script inside out. The “hero” who slaughtered him? Now prey. The gods who wrote his fate? Blind to the rewrite. He schemes from the dark, grows stronger in silence, and carves his own ending. The light thinks it’s destined to win. Kael knows better. One shadow against the entire story. This time, the villain finishes what he started. (Drop a power stone if you want the villain to win big!)

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In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born; she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps.

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.

Alex is the only prince of the super powerful family, but one day the world he lived in turned into a war of carnal desires and depravity, on the whims of the World's Will. Follow Alex as he brings himself to the depths of depravity, vowing to claim everything for himself and reign supreme, by going to any lengths possible. To fulfill his desires and lust he will conquer every women in the world, making their their lovers, husbands and sons grovel in front of them while he takes pleasure in their helplessness. As the name says novel is filled with every that kind of tag possible. Tags : R18, handsome male lead, harem seeking protaganist, strong background, pregnancy, incest, netori, rape, yuri, rape victim becomes lover, milf, gilf, dilf, maids, sex slaves, goddesses, bulldozing, threesome, foursome..., orgy, genderbending, yuri, anal, blowjob, titsjob, sexual abuse, exhibitionism. Note: The cover image and illustrations aren't mine, poor author screen shoted it from somewhere if you want it to be removed then please inform me through a comment.

On her wedding night, Ananya realizes that in her new home, love is not the only thing expected from a bride — proof is. When the traditional white sheet remains unstained, silence turns heavy, glances grow sharp, and unspoken doubts begin to circle her like quiet accusations. No one openly questions her character, yet everyone seems to measure it. In a house where reputation matters more than reason, Ananya finds herself judged by a myth disguised as morality. Educated and aware, she knows the truth science has long confirmed: bleeding is not proof of virginity. But knowledge feels powerless against generations of belief. As subtle whispers test her dignity, Ananya must decide whether to remain silent for peace — or speak for truth. Her husband, Raghav, stands at a crossroads of his own: shaped by modern values, yet raised within traditional expectations. As tension builds within the family, their marriage is forced to confront not just intimacy, but inherited assumptions about purity, honor, and a woman’s worth. The Virginity Lie is a powerful social drama about identity, courage, and the quiet strength it takes to challenge deeply rooted myths. It explores how easily society turns biology into judgment — and how reclaiming truth can become the first act of freedom.

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

“You know, son... It doesn't bother me that you stare at the Duke of Cadia's daughter's breasts like an idiot. They're huge, they attract attention, I understand. But did you really have the audacity to grab them in front of everyone? And then ask if she was pink while you squeeze it? Have you lost your fucking mind?” “Well... father, about that...” Ethan was a legitimate degenerate pervert, but a discreet one who didn't like to show off too much. Unfortunately, the same was not true for his system, the Great Pervert's SSS Rank Summoning System. It didn't give a damn whether he wanted to be a discreet degenerate or not. As a Golden Lord, he had the responsibility of forging a nation and ruling over large armies and millions of subjects... Unfortunately, with this damn system, being a king known for his justice and kindness could hardly be part of Ethan's plans. Apparently, he would need to be the Emperor of Love and Huge Tits!

General Kaelen Drax was a legend, the Undefeatable Lion who held the northern borders for a decade. But legends are easily broken by whispers. Framed for high treason by his own ambitious lieutenants, Kaelen is stripped of his rank, branded as a criminal, and thrown into the pits of the Black Market. To save his starving family from the consequences of his disgrace, Kaelen makes the ultimate sacrifice by putting himself up for auction. He expected a cruel master. He expected a life of backbreaking labor. He didn’t expect to be bought for a king’s ransom by a mysterious, masked stranger who knew exactly who he was. When the mask falls, Kaelen is forced to face a person he has dedicated his life to fighting against, a man whose reputation has been ruined and who strongly wants to reclaim the throne that was taken from him. He didn't buy Kaelen just to have someone to talk to; he bought him because of his smart ideas, his maps, and his skills in war. In a place full of people who are not what they seem, where every friendly face has a hidden weapon, the defeated general and the exiled prince have to team up, even though it's a risky move. As they move through the dangerous journey of rebellion, the difference between weapon and lover becomes harder to see. The masked man hired a soldier to take over a kingdom. He never thought that during all of this, the General would win his heart.

When the sky above Manila shattered, doors appeared. Ordinary people walked through them—and some never returned. Those who came back were different: Hunters, heroes with supernatural powers, celebrities worshipped for their strength. Kai Reyes wasn’t one of them. A broke delivery rider, ignored by the world, he struggled to survive day to day—until he was framed for the murder of a powerful Hunter. Hunted by both law and guilds, abandoned by society, Kai stumbled into a hidden Gate no one had ever discovered. Inside, he found an ancient throne—and a voice older than time itself. The System that governed reality could not recognize him. It labeled him an error. ADMINISTRATOR ACCESS GRANTED. Kai now wields the power to bend reality itself: to remove limits, rewrite rules, and delete consequences. But every choice comes at a cost. Memories vanish. Emotions fade. Humanity slips away. As guilds exploit disasters and heroes profit from the suffering of ordinary people, Kai begins dismantling the world’s false order from the shadows. Heroes fear him. Guilds hunt him. And the System… may finally have met its match. Because if the world rewards monsters, Kai will become the ultimate one.

Mild Runner is a shy and timid high school student, navigating the halls of a prestigious school where he stands out for all the wrong reasons. With no friends and a life shrouded in secrecy, he has managed to remain under the radar, earning a reputation as the model student—never in trouble, always overlooked. However, his quiet existence is shattered when a luxurious Rolex watch belonging to Arm Listener, the charismatic and perfect president of the student body, is discovered in his bag. As punishment, Arm, a class ahead of Mild and known for his authoritative demeanor, must confront the situation directly. But as he administers the consequences, Mild begins to sense something unusual: does Arm actually enjoy punishing him? The punishments escalate in their peculiarity, leading Mild to question the motives behind them, especially when they take a bizarre turn—forcing him to pretend to be a girl. Caught in a whirlwind of confusion and unexpected emotions, both boys find themselves grappling with their feelings. Mild wonders why Arm seems to derive a strange satisfaction from their encounters, while Arm is increasingly drawn to Mild’s vulnerability and resilience. As the lines between punishment and attraction blur, they must navigate their complex relationship and discover what lies beneath their shared circumstances. Can two seemingly opposite personalities forge a connection in the midst of misunderstanding and societal expectations? In a story of self-discovery and unexpected romance, Mild and Arm must confront their true selves and each other, ultimately leading to a surprising twist in their lives.

I died in a car accident saving a kid I’d never met. Yeah i know… cliché. Last thing I saw was chapter 847 of my favorite novel, still open on my phone. Fitting, I guess. What came next wasn't heaven, hell, or a white void with a wise old man explaining the rules. It was a system prompt, a broken Dungeon Core at the bottom of an underground world, and a demon maid with red eyes and eighty-two years of patience who looked at me like she'd been waiting specifically for me. She had been. I just didn't know it yet. Now I’m the sovereign of a dungeon. Not a hero exploring one — the dungeon itself. A cracked black gemstone in a cave on floor five, with five goblins, fifty Abyss Points, and the kind of meta-knowledge that only comes from reading too many webnovels at 2am. The humans on the surface will find the gates, pick their classes, form their parties, and descend floor by floor to "clear" whatever's down here. Let them come. I have an infinitely evolving dungeon, an army that only gets stronger, and enough time to make sure that by the time they reach my floor — they'll wish they hadn't. This is a LitRPG dungeon-building story. Infinite evolution, strategic warfare, and a growing roster of terrifyingly powerful women who chose to serve something worth serving. Levels. Mines. Invasions. Politics. And a mystery buried deeper than any floor on the map. I didn't finish my story on Earth. I'm writing a new one down here.

A flame can be extinguished, but one can only hide from light. He grew up in a lightless world, alone, only an empty voice calling his name from the dark, close enough to hear, distant enough to lose. Then one day, light broke through, vanquishing the pain. Since then, he has lived with a single purpose: to pursue that light... and feed it. Living in despair, light manifested in him. Finally, he broke free. He should've died. He should've never escaped. He should've been stopped.

Kunal’s life changes the moment he enters an abandoned mansion that should not exist. What begins as a search for answers quickly turns into a fight for survival when he encounters an unknown demon, impossible visions, and fragments of memories that do not belong to him. As reality starts breaking apart, Kunal realizes that the world he knows may only be half the truth. Somewhere beyond dreams and nightmares, a hidden connection is calling him — a soul tied to his destiny, a past he never lived, and a future stained with betrayal. But the most terrifying discovery is yet to come… What if the real enemy is not a monster… but himself?

Sarah Johnson disappears in broad daylight, swallowed by a crowd that saw nothing. While her sister Molly searches desperately for answers, chilling messages from an obsessive ex resurface—messages promising he would find her. Detective Brian Dawson begins to suspect this is no random abduction, but something far more calculated. As secrets unravel and trust begins to fracture, Molly and Brian are pulled into a psychological game where the predator may be hiding in plain sight.

It all began with one challenge. Kairo, the untouchable king of campus. A cocky, magnetic heartbreaker every girl dreams of. A walking sin with a smirk that ruins and a charm that destroys. A Casanova who collects hearts like trophies… and never keeps one for long. Then there’s Sara, the quiet nerd who loved him in silence. Not just his body, not just the fantasy every other girl wanted, she longed for all of him. His heart. His soul. His love. But when a challenge pulled them together, his goal was to win the game. Hers was to win him. And somewhere in between, everything changed. What was supposed to be fun became chaos, twisting Sara’s already fragile life into a disaster she never saw coming. Yet, when everything crumbles, she clings to the only thing that keeps her alive, her secret blessing. Her heartbeat. Her reason to keep going.

After her execution as the Empire's "Cruel Rose," overworked banker Sarah awakens one year pre-death—with a Gacha System and a hunger for payback. Her old life? A rotten portfolio sunk on a prince who despised her. Now as Seraphina Rosewood, she flips the script: summoning SSS-rank legends via blood rituals to forge an unstoppable monopoly. A Cursed Paladin tanks the hits. A Shadow Archmage pulls strings from the dark. A Corrupted Priest twists faith. A gender-flipped Beast-Vampire Queen unleashes primal fury. And a Fallen Hero? Pure redemption arbitrage. As holy weapons and divine assassins close in, Seraphina plays the battlefield like a trading floor—rigging optics, weaponizing pawns, and shorting the Emperor's soul itself. Love's a bad bet; a loyal harem of monstrous elites? Infinite returns as the Empress of Eternal Night.

Aryan was an ordinary boy living in poverty. Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind: "Ultimate Sign-In System Activated!"

I died the same way I lived, quietly, tired, and carrying burdens that were never mine to begin with. All my life, I acted as if each day might be my last. There was no room for dreams, no space for softness. While others believed in happy endings and comforting illusions, I was busy surviving. I used to resent romance novels, their sheltered heroines sighing over trivial inconveniences while standing at the center of a life anyone else would fight for. And then I woke up inside one. Silk sheets, a chandelier above me,a reflection that did not belong to me. I was not myself anymore. I had been reborn into the very novel I once skimmed through on sleepless nights, inside the body of a nobody. The heroine, she has everything. And yet, she treats it like nothing. She turns away from what others treasure. She hesitates where she should be certain. She sighs where she should be grateful. I spent an entire lifetime wishing for a fraction of what she wastes without a second thought. So I made a decision. If she cannot carry this role properly, then I will. I will step where she refuses to stand. I will reach where she withdraws. I will claim what she keeps letting slip through her fingers. I will not apologize for wanting more. I have already lived one life with empty hands. This time, I refuse to fade quietly into the background of someone else’s story. If destiny insists I am only a substitute, then I will become irreplaceable. After all, I was never meant to be the heroine. But this time, I intend to be the only one left standing.

Reborn for the 100th time, Han Tian Yi carries a curse stronger than death itself: his memories are stripped, his body so flawed he cannot even form a spiritual root. Laughed at, abandoned, and written off by Heaven, he refuses to accept fate. Through forbidden arts, cunning, and the sacrifice of his little brother, he seizes a new body and regains all his past lives. No mortal, no immortal, no law of Heaven can contain him. Step by step, he rises, outsmarting gods, dominating clans, and bending the cultivation world to his will. But even the Dao God Realm is only the beginning… beyond it lies a power so immense, it can reshape existence itself.