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“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." He stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

"How pathetic..." So this is how I die? "After everything I sacrificed for him... after bearing the weight of an entire household's hatred, this is how my story ends?" I could barely breathe. My blood stained the marble floor beneath me, and my vision slowly began to blur. Yet, through the haze, I could still see him. "Ah... there you are." My husband. "Those beautiful golden locks... those piercing blue eyes. The very eyes I once thought would look at me with affection." He stood before me, visibly shaken. His usually composed expression had crumbled, his eyes wide with something I couldn't quite understand. "What's wrong, Your Grace? Are you frightened?" I let out a bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a broken gasp. "Don't worry. I won't be an inconvenience to you anymore." He took a step towards me, his lips parting as though he wanted to say something. But I was too tired to listen. "Are you thinking about how to dispose of my body? Or perhaps how to explain my unfortunate death to your precious younger brother and his beloved fiancée?" Of course. It had always been her. "Lady Seraphina. The sweet, innocent fiancée. The woman whose virtues you never stopped praising. The woman against whom I was constantly measured." "And me? Your inconvenient wife. Your family's supposed villainess. The wicked woman who could never do anything right in your eyes." I had spent years trying to earn his affection. I had swallowed insults, endured humiliation, and played the part of a dutiful duchess, all because I foolishly believed that one day he might look at me the way he looked at her. "How amusing... I wasted my entire life loving a man who couldn't even stand the sight of me." My fingers trembled as I reached towards him, but my hand fell before it could touch his clothes. "If only..." My consciousness began to fade. "If only I could live again..." My lips curved into the faintest smile. "No more obedience. No more sacrifices. No more begging for scraps of affection." "If fate ever grants me another life, I swear..." "I will not be the woman who desperately seeks her husband's love." "I will not be the woman who tolerates humiliation for the sake of a marriage." "And I certainly will not play the villainess merely because everyone has already decided that I am one." "No..." My final breath escaped me. "I will become a real villainess." "I will take everything I desire. I will destroy anyone who dares stand in my way. I will live for myself, laugh for myself, and love only when I choose to." "And you, my dearest husband..." I will make you regret the day you ever looked down upon me.

She was branded the traitor’s daughter. Wolfless. Mateless. Cursed by the moon goddess for sins that weren’t hers. Her life was already hell. Until war threw her into the dungeon of the most feared Alpha alive. Kaelith Drenor. Cursed. Ruthless. Untouchable. An Alpha with a bloodthirsty, uncontrollable wolf. When his eyes met hers for the first time… something snapped. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away. She doesn’t know he’s her mate. And no one knows the wolf inside her is awakening. When she shifts, the world will feel it—and so will he.

For nine hundred years, Blue believed there was one thing vampires could never have. A mate. He had watched werewolves find theirs. He had watched people fall in love, build families, and grow old together. He had everything a vampire could want—power, immortality, immunity to the sun, wealth, a family that would kill for him. Everything except the one person who was supposed to be his. Then he found Mason Carter. A quiet boy who had spent years believing he was unwanted, unlovable, and somehow wrong for simply being himself. Blue should have stayed away. Instead, he watched from the shadows. He protected Mason when no one else did. He waited when every instinct told him to step forward. And when Mason finally reached eighteen, Blue could no longer pretend that the bond between them was something he could ignore. But Mason isn't simply the impossible mate Blue spent nine centuries searching for. There is something inside him. Something ancient. Something powerful. And once the supernatural world discovers what Mason truly is, vampires, werewolves, elves, demons—and beings far older than any of them—will have their eyes on him. Blue has spent nine hundred years searching for his mate. Now that he's finally found him… He'll have to decide how far he's willing to go to keep him. Because loving Mason may be dangerous. But losing him? That's not an option.

The world of Hentai is a Dangerous Place, Especially if Your Best Friend is a Hentai Protagonist and You Are a Trap (MC is a Heroine) (Male-To-Female)

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

"She's stabilizing. Who marked her?" the healer asks. "I did," both Dexmon and Finnick answer. Serena Frostborne is dying between two Alphas. One is the Dragon Prince: her fated mate across multiple lifetimes. Their wolves are true mates. His dragon claimed her, too. The whole eternal package. Easy choice, right? No. The other is the youngest King in Skardos. A man who lost everything and sure as hell didn’t expect a second chance. Oh, and he was her fated mate in a past life too. Born a princess. Sold as a slave. Crowned a queen. Now royally screwed because her wolf calls both mate. One feels like home. The other feels like the one she lost. Neither is willing to step aside. Both want to murder the competition. Unfortunately, war doesn’t care about their dick-measuring contest. Together they have a shot. Alone, their kingdoms fall. Team up or burn. Two kings. One queen. Checkmate.

Alright, so imagine this: Your soul gets yeeted across the multiverse and you’re basically doomed to be the universe’s favorite punching bag. In every world, you’re the one who gets cheated on, betrayed, left for dead, or just generally treated like trash by some trashy male lead. Sounds like a major L, right? Well, enter Qiao Zhi—the ultimate girlfriend who said, “Not on my watch, destiny, you funky little troll.” See, her one true love, Gu Yangjin (affectionately known as Gu’er), had her soul shattered into a billion pieces and scattered across who-knows-how-many worlds. And in every single one of these worlds? Gu’er is living her worst life. I’m talking getting cuckolded, being the tragic villainess who gets played, or just straight-up being the side character who gets offed before chapter five. The universe really said, “Let’s give this girl every imaginable villain origin story.” But Qiao Zhi? Oh, she’s not having it. She’s basically the OP MC with main character energy so strong it breaks the fourth wall—and the system’s sanity. She jumps into each world like, “Ayo, which pathetic scumbag thinks he’s gonna mess with my woman today?” and then proceeds to absolutely demolish the plot. Entertainment world? She’ll become Gu’er’s ultimate simp and manager, exposing the male lead’s lies on live TV. ABO universe? She’s the Alpha who’s like, “Sorry, that S-tier Male Lead can step aside—this Omega is mine.” Cultivation realm? She’ll break the heavens just to make sure her wife isn’t forced into some toxic dual cultivation contract. Superpowers? Magic? Interstellar?? Honey, she’s there. And she is not subtle. And the best part? Every version of Gu’er is different. Sometimes she’s soft and needs protecting; other times she’s the grumpy villainess who doesn’t trust anyone (until Qiao Zhi melts that icy heart, ofc). And Qiao Zhi? She’s the definition of down bad. She’s usually the one wearing the pants (or the armor, or the space suit), but let’s be real—she’s such a simp for her wife that she’ll totally let Gu’er take charge when the mood strikes. Ahem. As she saves Gu’er again and again, she’s also collecting pieces of her soul. It’s like the world’s most dramatic and romantic scavenger hunt. But why was Gu’er’s soul shattered? Who even is Qiao Zhi, really? Why does she have so much power? Girl, we don’t know! The mystery is part of the fun! So if you’re into stories where one woman says “screw the script” and goes full superhero girlfriend mode across infinite dimensions, with plenty of fluff, teasing, and “oh wow they’re so gay” moments… buckle up. This is about to be your next hyperfixation. >It’s 1 V 1. The heroine, Gu Yangjin’s soul has been scattered into countless worlds and Our MC, Qiao Zhi, with her mysterious background and powers will transmigrate into those countless worlds and change the forced will of the destiny cast upon her Gu’er and let her live a happy life. (Of course, with her only.) >There is no fixed Top or Bottom between the two of them but Qiao Zhi is definitely the dominant type but she loves her wife too much and sometimes lets herself get dominated by her, hehehe…. >My Original Book, Read and Enjoy!

MY ICE AND FIRE She rules empires with ice in her veins. "He has no idea the world is sharpening its knives." Soren lives quietly, unaware that power, obsession, possession, and legacy are already circling him. Between a woman worshipped like a goddess and another who can bend reality through influence, "love becomes dangerous—and protection turns possession." My Ice and Fire is a slow-burning dark romance where business wars, hidden intentions, and emotional control collide. This is not a story about heroes. It's about who survives love when power enters the room. InfiniteSilvermoon Creation (ISC)

Xiao Shou transmigrates into a cultivation world and discovers he is only a minor supporting character destined to be used and discarded in the main plot. To survive, he awakens a special ability called Absolute Fusion, which lets him combine items to upgrade them into higher-level treasures. Avoiding the dangerous main storyline involving the heroine and a transmigrator, he quietly cultivates in a hidden location. By fusing spirit stones, pills, techniques, and rare treasures, he grows stronger at an incredible speed. As powerful cultivators and fate itself begin to close in, Xiao Shou refuses to become cannon fodder. He will use his fusion ability to rise step by step and change his destined ending, becoming strong enough to control his own fate.

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. Before I could even panic, a system window appeared. [Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez.] [Favorability: -10] [Time Remaining: 30 minutes] [Penalty: Death] Myles Cortez, the final villain of the story. Apparently, if I want to live, I have to seduce him. Easy, right? ... Wrong. "You think you can back out now?" His fingers tightened behind my head, eyes dark. "Blake, you confessed to me every day with that smile." ...I may have seduced him a little too well.

"I would rather die than birth a monster's child," she spat. Calix Lamont chuckled, pinning her against the wall, his hand locked around her jaw. "Oh, you will," he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. "You will carry my child. And you will stay buried under me for as long as I wish. Ruined for anyone else. Just like before." Six heartbreaks left Gweneth shattered. One reckless night with a stranger was supposed to numb the pain. That stranger was Calix Lamont — her cold, charismatic high school bully. The one man she swore never to see again. Two months later, two pink lines change everything. And Calix returns with a contract: Be his wife. Birth his heir. She hates him. He owns her. And the baby growing inside her might be the only thing that can save them both — or destroy them. TAGS; Billionaire, Contract Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Pregnancy, Possessive, Highschool Bully, Second Chance.

Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

"And now for our final auction item!" Inside the underground auction house, the host's impassioned voice rang out, the entire venue suddenly went dark, a moment later...