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WARNING : Story Contains Mature and HEAVY DYNAMIC CONTENS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! A LOT OF SPICY SCENES! SLOW BURN! Tags: SMUT | R18+ | YAOI | BL | MATURE | DARK | REVERSE HAREM | PSYCHOLOGICAL | DRAMA | Choi Yeonho thought the worst thing that could happen was dying because of a ridiculous novel. He was wrong. After a sudden accident, he awakens inside that very novel—as Choi Yeonho, the villain destined to die. A character hated by everyone, destined to lose everything, and ultimately killed at the end of the story. What a joke.Fortunately, this Yeonho has something the original never had: Knowledge of the story. So why follow the script? Yeonho returns to Korea with one goal: Destroy the plot before it can destroy him. If an event is supposed to happen, he'll change it. If someone is supposed to hate him, he'll turn the situation around. And if the five male leads are supposed to belong to someone else... Why should Yeonho care? With his sharp mind, shameless personality, beautiful face, and body he knows exactly how to use to his advantage, Yeonho begins tearing through the original storyline one event at a time. The five men who were destined to stand beside the heroine begin turning their attention toward Yeonho instead. And before Yeonho realizes it, the men he intended to manipulate are beginning to make their own choices. The original plot starts collapsing. Yet Yeonho isn't interested in simply stealing and seducing the male leads. He wants something much bigger. He wants to completely break free from the life that was written for him. But the closer he gets to doing so, the more strange things begin to surface. Fragments of memories he shouldn't have. Hidden connections buried beneath his family's history. And truths about his own existence that were never written in the novel.

A young man is reincarnated into the Pokémon world as Giovanni’s son and sets out to become the new boss of Team Rocket. Under the name Damian, his organization shakes the region after the Saffron City battle, where several Champions are taken out of action. Amid rumors and scandals, he’s also accused of “kidnapping” Cynthia—but Damian denies it, insisting they’re together by choice and that she’s temporarily stepped away from the Champion role

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."

(14) Superwoman is an alternative version of Lois Lane who resides in Earth 3. After the death of Superman, Lois Lane gained kryptonitian powers from her husband and made it her mission to rid the world of villainly by any means necessary. On a unspecified version of Earth in the dark multiverse. Superman manages to stop Doomsday from destroying Metropolis, but at the cost of his own life. Lois Lane cradle's his body as the Justice League arrives too late to help him and she lashes out at them for not being there for Superman. During a big funeral for the Man of Steel, Lois Lane looked at the Justice League only in contempt, believing them to be there publicity, while those who really knew Superman were forced to watch from behind the crowds.

Hi, I am Sasha. I am a teenager suffering from a rare blood disorder. I live with my mother a homicide detective. My older brother is back home after a tour in Afghanistan. My life sucks. One day I made my usual trip to the hospital for a blood transfusion and series stringent tests. I heard a conversation between two people about a box containing the cure to all the problems. I have had enough of my life being sucked out by this hospital and my illness so I snuck out low and slow. I used its contents on myself. Now I have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I am now a fusion of two species. I am a hybrid.

We are not bounty hunters we are bounty of justice, we teach law, and train law

It is said that a child finds comfort only in their home — their Sanctuary, the only place where they feel safe, loved, and at peace. This is the case for many children, even adults. But unfortunately, It was destined that I would not be one of them. In my own home. Among my family. With the mother who gave birth to me and the siblings who came from the same womb. I have never, not even for one day, felt love or comfort there. My sisters are ashamed of me. My younger brother does not respect me. And my mother? She is the harshest of all. Since I was a child, she has not loved me, cannot stand to see me, and scolds me whenever she does. As I grew up, I became nothing but the family’s disgrace — a moving money box for my mother and my little brother. How many times have I thought about ending my life? How many times have I thought about giving up on this miserable life? People may think I am too dramatic, but — If you have not burned yourself on live coals, how can you feel their heat? No one in this world will ever understand me. But that’s all right. Because I did not give up. Not because I am strong. Not because I am holding on to life. But because of one person. Except this person was not human. Not an animal. Not even a ghost. This person is the final villain in my favorite novel. Years spent following him, reading everything that happened to him. Years spent accompanying him. His existence became my world — my only world. I love him. I adore him. Even if he is not real. Even if he is only a man of paper and ink. I am willing to do anything for him. I would die for him. And then the gods granted me my only wish... Now, I am in his world. And this time, I will save him. Yes, I will do the impossible to save him. I will kill for him and die for him. So, Cassel… This is how madly I love you. How much I am obsessed with you. I am ready to destroy myself and the whole world for you.  ... So, can you look at me?

"Battling young masters for some treasures in mysterious caves? No, thank you. What's so special about a ring containing an old sage's trapped soul? I'll just toss it away. Becoming a direct disciple of some big expert with many enemies? Count me out. I'll flip the bird to the pointless struggle in prestigious sects that only attract calamity. What I have here, this opportunity I've seized, is plenty for me. I'll choose safe and steady methods of progress, even if they're slow. After all, I'm just a simple farmer seeking peace through cultivation. I'll rely on myself to pave the way." - Aksai Everwood (Chapter 7) ============ Aksai Everwood was a terminally ill man in his past life who signed up for one last experiment and accidentally made history by merging his mind with an artificial super intelligence. Instead of dying, he woke up in another world with a new name, new body, and a magical farm. But this isn’t your average pastoral paradise. Spirit farming here means dealing with dangerous cultivation, chaotic realms, and the occasional reality-bending headache. Armed with neural tech, an enchanted farm that grows mystical resources, and the ability to travel between worlds, Aksai skips the usual sect life to blaze his own trail. From druidic powers to martial arts and body cultivation, he’s on a path to conquer many realms. ============ Additional Tags: #druid #bloodlines #Martialarts #worldhopping #artificialintelligence #coldmc #battlenovel #calculatingmc #villain #farming #spiritcultivation #mindcultivation #bodycultivation #worldhopping #rpgelements #low-keymc #sliceoflife #nonarrogantmc

Bred to be humanity’s Messiah. Betrayed into becoming its greatest Demon. Kai Stormborn died after exacting revenge. But death could not claim him. Reborn in the Primordial Tower. A battleground where Chaos and Order wage war. And Kai? He is neither. He is something far worse, carrying a Glitch — a forbidden anomaly that lets him devour magical creatures, assimilate their abilities, and evolve. To ascend beyond mortality, Kai must consume worlds, crush their champions, and rewrite their fates. He bends the Harry Potter timeline to his will. He manipulates the Great Houses of Game of Thrones like pawns. He fuses the very realities of Demon Slayer, Bleach, and more into his domain. His Breathing Style warps the laws of Reality Marbles. His mind becomes an Artificial Intelligence. His spirit wields the Will of D. Dumbledore fears him. The Akatsuki hunt him. The Gotei 13, the Warlords, the Jedi—all have stood in his way. All have fallen. Kai no longer walks as a mere Contestant—he is ascending into something Eldritch. Corpses stack like monuments in his wake and Timelines fracture as he upends the lores of the worlds. He does not follow Chaos. He does not obey Order. He bends Reality to his will. This is not a story of redemption. It is the legend of a demonic being who rewrote the rules of existence itself. But can you stomach what comes next? *************** No Harem. You can also try my new fanfic: Dr Blessed - In MHA With Lord Of Mysteries System, to read about Luke who has a Quirk to bestow Quirks upon others, along with Beyonder-powers from three Pathways! *************** For Patre0n and Discord links, check out Demonic Resurrection novel's synopsis. Disclaimer: Other than my OCs, I don’t own any character

Liv is Thomas’s best friend’s little sister, so off limits the limit isn’t even allowed to exist in the first place, yet his feelings for her are getting increasingly non-platonic. Despite this shameful obsession, he’s determined to keep his secret forever and never ever act on his desires, reveal the smallest glimpse of them. But… When a devastating and life-altering event is thrown Liv’s way, she finds herself needing Thomas in her life more than ever, needing him in a different, very different, way than before. Notwithstanding the miscommunication, jealousy and guilt, the lines become blurred and things start to spiral. Their respective traumas manage to bind them closer together and make them realize love might not have to be conventional or pure in the traditional sense.

I, as a social observer, saw something special in our home, and that made all the difference. Everything that I saw with my eyes made me eager to write about it, our culture, our way of living, and with that I understood that we have something special, something that is worth more than we think it is worth. I write because I want to show that even the simplest moments we have in our daily lives are those which we should consider precious. Contents Short stories: Rains of August The college student Zeena The Other A Friday Morning The Stars Poems Tear Shell A Fearful Trip Sadness Mankind The Journey Land of My Fathers Song of a Land Cold Summer, Warm Winter

In a distant past, the seven Ancestral Beasts clashed, and the blood they spilled rained onto the entire plane, infecting humans and animals alike, making them part of their powerful bloodlines. As a small village’s hunter, Liam was unaware of the consequences of that legendary battle. His sole goal was to become a cultivator to gain the strength and resources he needed to avenge his family. Yet, when Liam’s Ancestral Bloodline awakened, he uncovered a connection between his family’s killers and the Dragon King, a connection that could expand his revenge to the entire Kingdom. -------------------- Discord link: https://discord.gg/mefzf3aQJ8 Instagram: eocnovels X: @EoCNovels Cover artist: https://digitalrowye.com

Note: This is not your typical werewolf story. It's an absurd comedy. Leave your expectations for angst, drama, and seriousness at the door~ Azura devours stories of fake daughters, hidden heiresses, and satisfying divorces like a fine wine, but there's one genre she can't stand: werewolf romances. Alphas, fated mates, moon goddesses? It's a cheesy mess she actively avoids. So, of course, that's exactly where fate decides to dump her. After a conveniently 'tragic' accident, Azura wakes up in the body of a villainess—her own namesake, no less—in the very werewolf novel she once scorned. Her knowledge of the plot is embarrassingly sparse, limited to the erotic chapters she’d skimmed for curiosity's sake. Undeterred, she formulates a simple plan: befriend the heroine she’s destined to torment and secure a peaceful ending. The result? She accidentally traumatizes the poor girl even more. To make matters catastrophically worse, she doesn't just tangle with one male lead. She snags all four of them. And after a chaotic kidnapping and a night of... complicated events, she finds herself pregnant with their babies. Now, her grand quest for redemption has devolved into a farce of epic proportions. How is she supposed to be a reformed villainess when she's accidentally stolen the show, terrified the heroine, and is now expecting a litter of pups with the four most powerful Alphas in the territory? Being bad was supposed to be easy. Turns out, trying to be good is a full-time, high-stakes, pregnancy-riddled disaster.

Transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, he begins as Yu Nan, an orphan of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He expected to awaken a top-tier beast spirit, but unexpectedly awakened a mutated, useless spirit—Luo Sanpao! Faced with Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's hypocritical sympathy and forceful attempt to take him as a disciple, he resolutely refused, incurring the sect's jealousy and being ruthlessly expelled by the sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen. "Since the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot tolerate me, from this day forward, there is no more Yu Nan, only Luo Nan!" Living on the streets and mingling in the black market, Luo Nan, relying on his past life's courage and ruthlessness, thrives in the gray area. Knowing the Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline hidden within Luo Sanpao, he resolutely embarks on a path completely different from Yu Xiaogang's. Enjoying this novel? Support the journey on Pa tre on! Get early chapters, faster updates, and exclusive content while helping keep the project alive. Your support means everything! Read Advanced Chapters at P@ Tre On AVRKingsTL

Ariel travels to the world of Pokémon, but instead of a thrilling Pokémon battle, he is met with Team Rocket's cold, grueling training. He will assemble a powerful evil-attribute team to sweep away all enemies! In public, he is a trainer of justice in the league. Behind the scenes, he was a staff member of the Rockets stationed in the Hoenn area. There is no utopian fairy world here, only a bloody reality! Ariel will dominate the league, gradually take control of Team Rocket, and become the number one person in this Pokémon world!

"I am not Superman. I am Homelander." The whisper was an internal prayer, a caustic reassurance. Outside the glass tower, the world saw only the Homelander, the Icon, the Man Who Flew the Bomb. They saw the perfect, smiling face of the hero who, in the chaos of the Battle of New York, carried a nuclear warhead through the wormhole and saved a city. The cheers from the streets below—the deafening, worldwide adoration—were the fuel for his ascension. He was crowned their king, a savior in star-spangled spandex. In this new reality, fame wasn't just influence; it was power. He had a system now: the Superstar System. The higher the popularity, the stronger the abilities. It was a viciously simple contract, one he embraced completely. "Matt," he purred into the spotlight, curing the blind lawyer's eyes on live television. "Your city needs an icon, not a devil. Let the light in." He assembled his own team—a perfectly marketed, perfectly managed Super Seven—with Spider-Man now running PR and Daredevil as his reformed protégé. Every action was a performance; every enemy, a prop. When the news of a purple alien named Thanos reached his gilded penthouse, Azu smiled, a blinding, dangerous flash for the cameras. "Thanos," he murmured, the adoration of billions surging through his veins, making his skin feel like charged steel. His eyes flared with a dazzling red light that promised annihilation. "I heard you're going to wipe out half of my fans?" He was trapped in the Marvel universe, now its most powerful celebrity. And the show had only just begun.

The ordinary world is not what it seems. Many strange events unfold in the background but go unnoticed by the masses or are covered up. A supernatural world exists along with the natural world which can only be seen by those called Balancers. Spirits and Evil Spirits exist along with Balancers who possess unique powers to see and fight them. Among the many ordinary humans, a girl undergoes a lot of suffering and experiences a prophetic vision. It grants her knowledge of the hidden world and of some future events. The girl loses almost everything she has and then takes the steps needed to become a Balance Breaker. Her past identity has to be abandoned for the sake of survival so she renamed herself Ash. Ash gains the powers of a Skin-Walker and begins living in such a world taking on the appearances of others, experiencing their lives and living under the mask of another person.

When I look into my heart, evil thoughts grow with every passing second. Batman’s existence is meaningless, and the hope he offers is only a temporary illusion. He exists while he lives—and vanishes the moment he dies. The actions of so-called superheroes are nothing more than clashes between supreme military power and immense wealth. They may be exceptional, but mediocrity is the true majority. When ordinary kindness is endlessly humiliated and exploited, why should you or I restrain the fire burning within us? Let Gotham burn to ashes. You think death can stop me? You dumb fuck. ____ If you want to read in advance, check out my Patreon: Search for “Zphyr” or use this link: Patreon.com/Zphyr

"Is it flat, is it round?" "Shhh! Don't ask such again!" "Is the planet a flat plane, fixed in place or is it a sphere, spinning and revolving? Should we refer it to a planet or a realm? Confusing questions, I must say...almost stupid. Because, isn't it a normal thing to know?" "You're right but merely looking, you realize that things seem not to add up. I have seen the Sun in the Sky." "Oh stop the cap!" "I'm serious!" "Yeah, right. Keep on with the fantasies!" "I know it's flat, I know it." •Multiple resets. •Destructions. •Erasure of history. Who knows? Could it be real? MC: Kelun_Kenmaru [KK]