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The Isekai genre often highlights the fantastical adventures of male protagonists endowed with superhuman strength and surrounded by adoring companions. However, an alternative narrative focuses on the plight of "strays"—individuals transported from Earth who struggle to survive in a hostile environment where they are regarded as mere commodities, goods, or even trash. This perspective challenges the traditional heroic framework by emphasizing themes of vulnerability, exploitation, and resilience. Unlike the empowered heroes who dominate conventional Isekai tales, these strays navigate a world that is indifferent or outright antagonistic to their existence, thereby offering a critical commentary on issues of marginalization and the human condition. This nuanced portrayal underscores the harsh realities and ethical dilemmas faced by those who find themselves displaced and devalued in an unfamiliar and often unforgiving realm.

Ling Chen was a peerless master hiding within the city hustle as a nobody-courier, until he stumbled into the world of the beautiful CEO, Nanrong Wanqing, the 'untouchable flower' of Donghai City, due to one of his work assignments. From then on, watch as his life is thrown into an exciting disarray!

'Yohan' is the 4th son of the Hellhound mafia leader. Yohan who holds an abnormal abilities due to an incident in a young age related to his ancestors, decide to reach his dream of becoming a doctor while hiding his identity as a Mafia member. 'Rain' is the only son of the red-circle Mafia leader, a rival/enemy to the Hellhound, who became emotionally interested in both yet the same person Yohan and 4th (Fourth)

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover. My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy. And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.

In the glittering city of Lin'an, capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, She was the most celebrated courtesan, her name whispered in silk-draped pavilions, Until a divorce decree turned her into a public laughingstock. Though she seemed resigned to her fall from grace, Behind her painted screens and jade ornaments, She quietly set her pieces on the board, Weaving an intricate web to ensnare, one by one, Those who had wronged her. He was the dissolute and indulgent prince of the imperial family, Yet at each murder scene in the lantern-lit streets, He transformed into a merciless magistrate, His keen eyes piercing through her perfect plan. This time, Will he be her prey, or her redemption? When the perfect "killer" discovers she's been watched all along, In this game of life and death beneath the shadows of pagodas, Who writes the story? Who seals the fate? "The Judge's Ledger: A Tale of Love and Revenge in Ancient China" A buried tale from 12th century China awaits its final judgment.

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?

When successful entrepreneur Sebastian Hall first met the painter Allison Green at an art exhibition, he never imagined that their romance would lead him into darkness. Her presence, her aura—they reminded him of someone he had once loved and lost. He drew closer, courted her, and fell deeply in love. But at the height of their passion, he made a devastating request ... In that moment, Allison shed her gentle mask and revealed her true identity...

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach. They don’t know me. Not really. Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away. I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments. But then there’s her. June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience. She thinks she can handle me. She’s dead wrong. Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies. June doesn’t belong in my world. But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under. And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

In the world we live in, unexpected things happen. Past events that are desperately hidden—past events that yesterday was fleeing from. Past events cling to the present and are difficult to let go of.

Power. Control. Loyalty. Ken Rowland built an empire on these principles, molding orphans into legends who owed him everything. No one challenged him-until Mia. A quiet, unreadable child, she watched him with eyes too knowing for her age. She spoke little, obeyed without question, yet carried a past she refused to share. What had she seen? Why did she feel different? Meanwhile, Ken is forced into the spotlight with Nora Kensington, his elegant but indifferent fiancée. A waltz at a grand ball rekindles the illusion of their perfect match-until the weight of expectation pushes them toward a future neither truly wants. Is he truly in control of his own destiny? And what will he do when the ghosts of Mia's past finally come knocking?

In the cold heart of the Lunaris Kingdom, destiny is written in blood and sealed by pheromones. Each year, the royal mating ball binds noble Alphas to their destined Omegas. For Prince Lucian—pureblood, untouchable, undefeated—it’s just another tradition. Until her. Lady Seraphina Ashbourne. The heir of a powerful house. Beautiful, prideful, untouchable. And smelling of jasmine fire. Lucian’s instincts scream she is his mate. But the bond doesn’t settle. The mark doesn’t hold. And worse—she dares to resist him. When dominance meets defiance, and fate meets rebellion, their world will ignite. But in a kingdom where love is a luxury and power is survival… who truly holds the leash?

After a millennium of strife between the Demonic Cult led by the Heavenly Demon, and the Righteous Faction led by the Heavenly Murim Alliance, something once thought impossible occurred. The newly appointed leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Demon, asked for peace. Now twenty years later, a generation of children on the Central Plains grew up only ever hearing of the bloody battles between the Demonic Cult and the Righteous Faction in scary bedtime stories told by their parents. .... Han Xiao Mo was known for being the good-for-nothing Third Young Master and son of the Heavenly Murim Alliance Leader. Nevertheless, he was content with living his life as carefree as he wanted regardless of what the outside world thinks of him, however, that all changed when his father and older brother suddenly informed him that he was going to get married. But what was worse for him was that his fiancée was the daughter of the Leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Murim Alliance's enemy! "So what if my marriage is for the greater good of the Central Plains? I still refuse!" Xiao Mo immediately refused to get married, even going on a hunger strike. But under his father and older brother's persistence, he suddenly agreed to the two's surprise. But, unbeknownst to the excited father and son, the youngest of the family was concocting a plot to avoid his marriage for good! However, in the midst of carrying out this grand plan, Xiao Mo stumbled upon an unexpected... bump? "Ah! What the... "This is... "You're actually a...!"

Angel Johnson was a waitress struggling to make ends meet when an unexpected contract with Tryson Bliss, one of City Y's most powerful and ruthless billionaires, changed everything. Tryson needed a fiancée to appease his demanding family, and Angel, desperate for money and a way out of her humdrum life, agreed to play the part. What began as a calculated arrangement soon evolved into something neither of them expected—an intense and forbidden connection. But when Tryson's family uncovers Angel's true motives, they cast her out with venomous disdain. Humiliated and heartbroken, Angel's last hope is confronting Tryson. But instead of an apology or a chance at redemption, she finds herself shattered when he declares that he has chosen his first love, Riley, the woman he was preparing to marry. Devastated and with only her pride left, Angel walks away, determined to rebuild her life alone. Two months later, Angel is lost in the pulse of the music at a dark, crowded bar, seeking refuge in anonymity. A hand seizes her from behind, and her breath catches as she turns to face the man she can't forget—Tryson. His eyes, once cold and calculating, are now stormy with raw emotion, and he pulls her into his orbit, holding out the contract she once signed.  "We haven't finished our work, Angel. The contract says you have a year left to be my fiancée. Don't tell me you're planning on breaching it now." With no choice but to comply, Angel moves back into the house that once rejected her. But to her surprise, the family she once loathed now welcomes her with unexpected warmth and kindness. As she navigates this unsettling shift, Angel is left to wonder—what has changed, and why? What secrets do they hide that could alter everything she thought she knew about Tryson and his family? And as Angel's heart begins to thaw, she's confronted with the hardest question of all: Can she keep the secrets she's hidden from Tryson? And will Tryson fight for her love a second time, despite everything that has come between them?

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Synopsis: After finishing the DxD light novel, a Warhammer 40K fan loses his life and finds himself, without any clear explanation, in the body of an angel banished from paradise by his Heavenly Father. [Ding!!!] [Congratulations, Lord Sanguinius.] [You have been selected to become a member of the dimensional discussion group.] "I'm just a member... not the administrator?" Author's Note: A story born from a whim, but one that can flourish with your support. ## Warning: I do not own any of the works represented here, such as DxD, Warhammer 40k, or others (the cover doesn't belong to me either). This is a harem (small, but still a harem).

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

One moment, Elijah was in his bedroom. The next, he was in a medieval throne room, accused of trespassing, surrounded by knights, and ordered to prove he was an expert on the strange phenomena reshaping the world. The problem? He wasn’t. With nothing but quick wits and blind luck, Elijah managed to talk his way out of execution… only to be appointed as the kingdom’s official magic advisor. Now, trapped in a world where magic is in its infancy and rulers are desperate for power, he must keep up the act—deciphering the very laws of this reality before his lies catch up to him. Faking it until he makes it. Because when kings expect miracles, failure isn’t just embarrassing. It’s fatal.

Kura Revilian awakens in a decaying room, a blood-red ring fused to his finger and his past in fragments. Hunted by shadows and betrayed by forgotten ties, he is thrust into a world where souls hold terrifying power and ancient mysteries govern fate. As Kura struggles to survive, fight, and understand the true nature of his existence, he must navigate a web of lies, half-truths, and hidden enemies. With every step, he faces battles not just against others, but against his own doubt and grief. The world’s secrets demand more than strength, they demand trust. In a place where even family can’t be trusted, and emotions can tear a man apart, Kura must decide: who will he fight for, and who will he believe in... before the world itself devours him?

Lucas thought saving his friend would be his last act—but instead of dying, he wakes up as Alberia Elenlora, the Elven Queen of a fantasy world! Alberia sacrificed herself to seal an apocalyptic beast, and in her place, a goddess chose Lucas to inherit her throne, body, and responsibilities. Now, he must navigate royal politics, evade assassins, and convince an entire kingdom that he’s still their beloved queen—all while adjusting to his new gender. With Aislyra, Alberia’s younger sister, as his personal bodyguard, Lucas is thrust into a world of magic, intrigue, and heroes from the same world but from different times.