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I Died a Virgin — Now I'm Building a Harem in Another World

Ren died at eighteen doing what he always did—shielding his little sister with his own body, blood pooling while she screamed. The God of Death looked down and cursed under his breath. “That… wasn’t supposed to happen.” A mistake. A glitch in the system. Ren just smirked through the fading pain. “Another Tuesday.” But even gods hate loose ends. In a quiet white void, Death offers him a second shot: reincarnation into Alveria, a brutal world of magic, guilds, monsters, and women who could kill you as easily as they could fuck you senseless. As apology? One cheat skill from each rank, S through E. No questions asked. He picks. He wakes up in a new body—young, strong, memories sharp, and for the first time in his life, no chains holding him back. Back on Earth, he was a virgin. Not by some noble choice—just a kid who grew up never trusting anyone enough to let them close. Anime, manga, manhwa? Those were his world. Endless stories of guys reborn, overpowered, surrounded by gorgeous women who fell for them hard. He read them alone, late at night, hand moving under the sheets, wishing it was real. Now it is. Alveria is full of powerful, beautiful women—battle-hardened, confident, dangerous. Some will underestimate him. Some will try to use him. Some will think they’re in control. They’re wrong. Kai isn’t here to play nice anymore. No more lonely nights. No more fantasies locked behind a screen. Whoever fits his taste—whichever one sparks that hunger—he’s going to take her. Slowly at first, then hard. Until she’s moaning his name, legs shaking, begging for more. One by one, he’ll build his harem. Not for power. Not for revenge. Just because he finally can. And because every single one of them is going to learn what it feels like to be claimed by a man who’s done holding back. Power. Women. Filthy, sweat-soaked nights that leave them ruined and coming back for seconds. This is his second life. And he’s not dying a virgin again.
erwinparker · 24.5k Views

crowned heir

Divura was born under the rare and feared King Star a celestial sign believed to mark the one destined to rule all of AURENTHIA. This time, destiny did not choose from the shadows. It chose from the throne. Divura was the daughter of King Aerion Solmire, ruler of AURENTHIA, a kingdom built on a fragile balance between three great houses. House Solmire governed as kings and leaders. House Emberfall forged the kingdom’s strength as warriors and artisans. House Virelle, the most controversial of all, served as seers and astrologers interpreters of the stars, feared for their knowledge and widely criticized for their influence over fate. To prevent tyranny and preserve unity among the houses, an ancient law was established: Every king must take a wife from each house binding leadership, strength, and prophecy into one bloodline, ensuring no single house could dominate the throne. But balance is a fragile illusion. Over time, the crown grew restless, and power began to tilt once more toward control. Then came the night of Divura’s birth. Born to the king and his most infamous wife a woman of House Virelle, whispered about in courts and feared across the kingdom Divura entered the world beneath the rising King Star. A sign never given lightly. A sign never given to a girl. Her birth sent shockwaves through AURENTHIA. Not because she was weak but because she was destined. A female heir marked by the stars threatened the very structure of power, tradition, and control. To some, she was hope. To others… she was the beginning of chaos. The court turned uneasy. The houses grew divided. And within the palace walls, fear spread faster than loyalty. To protect the fragile order of the kingdom and to prove her unwavering devotion to the crown her mother made a choice that would echo through history. She abandoned her own child. Left to fate. But destiny cannot be silenced. Hidden from those who feared her rise, the child who was meant to be erased survived beyond the reach of the throne. And as the kingdom continued to weaken under the weight of its own imbalance… A new power began to grow quietly, patiently, inevitably. Because the throne of AURENTHIA had not lost its heir. It had only lost sight of her. Her name was Divura.
Divine_Ejiro · 527 Views

THE WHITE LUNA WHO REJECTED THE PACK

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.
Arpan_Porame · 48.3k Views

Her Name Awakens a Slumbering Fate

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.
AweQoolT · 21.1k Views

(BL)Transmigrated: From Third Rate Villain to Queen of Brothels!

Lollipop was many things: gorgeous, ruthless, and arguably the most expensive night escort in the city. But being stabbed in the back—literally—by a delusional ex-client was not how he planned to end his reign. One moment he was sprawled in blood and rain, and the next… he wakes up in a gilded four-poster bed, dressed like a Victorian porcelain doll. Now in the body of Rosalee Florenzia, a delicate "girl" from a disgraced noble house, Lollipop discovers he's transmigrated into the world of a romance otome game he's played (and mocked) dozens of times. The twist? He’s not the heroine. Not even the villainess. He’s a third-rate lackey—a minor background character meant to prance prettily and maybe get publicly humiliated once or twice before dying altogether along with his cold hearted "family". Except this time, the character is him. In a society where gender is more fluid than wine at a noble banquet, Lollipop learns that he's now a Second—a rare gender capable of pregnancy and seduction regardless of how they present. Raised as a girl by scheming parents and trained to seduce the Crown Prince, Rosalee is stuck in a game of power and manipulation where even the villainess has villainesses. Worse? The villainess knows everything about Rosalee—including that Rosalee’s own family plans to use him to outshine her—and she’s using that as leverage to bend him to her will. Thrown out by his “new” family, Rosalee does the only thing he knows how to do: survive. By charm. By scandal. By crawling his way back into high society... and maybe into a few rich men's beds. But nothing is easy when the love interests—the golden Crown Prince, the aloof Duke's son, the ethereal High Priest, and even the dangerous leader of the Dark Guild—start looking his way. Lollipop isn't trying to win their hearts—hell, he’s not even supposed to be on the board! But his luscious curves, foul mouth, and unmatched seduction skills start shaking the very structure of this once-rigid fairytale. With a mirror in one hand and a dagger in the other, Rosalee must navigate blackmail, backstabbing, and ballroom politics—because this isn’t just a game anymore. This time, he’s playing to win.
JackOH · 2.6k Views