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After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

Cami had always lived a hard life in the hands of her step-aunt unknown to her father..... But there was one thing that kept her going. She had just ONE DREAM..and she will do anything to achieve it, but when Cami gets a chance to attend the high school where dreams come true, her life takes a turn for.....the better?

At Twenty-three, Scarlett Bellingham signs a ten-year contract with London’s most powerful billionaire, Jude Maguire. To the world she is the perfect wife; elegant, fashionable, composed and untouchable. But behind closed doors, their marriage is just an agreement on paper. Scarlett keeps her end of the deal smoothly even when she unexpectedly gets pregnant. She refuses to let motherhood weaken the life she has spent years building being Mrs Maguire. As the contract comes close to its expiration date then Micheal Gerard, a rival CEO who likes Scarlett shows up. Scarlett then finds herself at the center of a dangerous game as her carefully constructed world starts to crumble . Jealousy from a love interest develops. Hatred and betrayal from family surfaces but the truth is far more dangerous than anyone could imagine it to be. When the truth is finally exposed , Jude is forced to choose between the empire he controls and the woman he never intended to love. But Scarlett doesn't wait for him to choose as she walks away. Leaving behind the man who finally learned how to love and the children she calls nothing but a contract bonus. But she returns and this time not for survival but to destroy everything and take control.

[+18| Adult Content | Dark | Erotic Mafia Romance] In Central City, everyone knows the name Marcone. It’s a name whispered in fear, a name synonymous with blood, shadows, and an empire built on the broken bones of anyone who dared to cross them. Adrian Grayson is a ghost. A widower frozen in three years of grief, he lives for his art and nothing else. He doesn't care about the city's monsters, until he accidentally crashes into the most dangerous one of all. Twice in one night, the cold, lethal Matteo Marcone saves Adrian’s life. Adrian hates to owe anyone, especially a devil. But when he asks how to settle the debt, the answer isn't money or blood. "Climb into my bed if you want to repay me," Matteo rumbles. "Or remain forever in my debt." Adrian is straight. He is a man of honor. But in a fortress of stone and iron, trapped by a man who refuses to let him go, Adrian realizes that the Devil doesn't just want his body, he wants to consume his very soul. Will Adrian pay the price, or will he discover that some debts can only be paid in skin? A/N: This story is entirely fictional. All characters, names, locations, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real people, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.

~Prologue~ ~When Love is found in silence, even the sharpest blade can be gentle but it can also be dangerous~ Watch out~~ Born as the Crown Princess of the Fengyu Empire, Yu Shayue dedicated her youth for her nation. She endured relentless discipline, mastered political and strategic arts, and sacrificed every fragment of her innocence in order for the safety of her family and the empire. Yet, in return, she was met with their betrayal, scorn, and abandonment by her own family. Wronged by her own flesh and blood, Shayue sets aside her former loyalty and rises with an unyielding determination, to reclaim the throne which had always belonged to her. Her path to power leads her to an unexpected alliance -- a political marriage to Lin Yechen, the ruthless and cold Crown Prince of the Longlin Empire, an empire long bound to hers by generations of hostility and war. Feared for his cold intellect and merciless nature, Lin Yechen is a man whose trust is as dangerous as his enmity. Their union is not out of affection, but of calculated intent, the two formidable minds bound by ambition, secrets, betrayal and quiet vengeance. Within the treacherous court of the Longlin Empire, where every smile conceals a scheme and every step may lead to ruin, Shayue must fight for her survival and for her to control over her fate. Yet, as time unfolds and truths begin to surface, the distance between hostility and understanding begins to vanish and something else blooms. In the silence between battles and beneath the layers of their guarded hearts, something unexpected takes root. What begins as a union of necessity slowly transforms into something unique and memorable, where suspicion softens into trust, and rivalry gives way to a love neither of them ever sought... nor ever believed they deserved. Will Yu Shayue succeed in reclaiming her destiny without losing herself in the process? And when vengeance and love stand at odds, which path will she choose?

He threw money on the bed after our one-night stand. I threw it back in his face at his own inauguration. By sundown, we were engaged. By the week's end — married. Franklin Flemington needed a wife to secure his empire. I needed a miracle to save my family. For two years, we played our parts flawlessly — the golden couple the whole city envied. Behind closed doors, I was invisible to him. When the two years were up, I handed him divorce papers without blinking. He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I've given you everything a husband should. What more do you want from me, Octavia?" I smiled, signed my name, and walked out. I thought that was the end. I thought I'd finally won. I forgot one thing — Franklin Flemington has never lost anything in his life. And he has no intention of starting with me. Game on.

Lillian Parker has always been independent and driven — but working as Sebastian Wolfe’s secretary at Sovereign is no easy task. Brilliant, ruthless, and demanding, Sebastian built the company from the brink of collapse at the age of eighteen, and he expects perfection… from everyone, especially her. When a personal betrayal leaves Lillian shaken and exhausted, she never expects the cold, sharp CEO to notice. Yet behind his icy exterior, Sebastian sees more than she realizes — and his silent, unexpected gestures hint at something neither of them is ready to admit. Late nights, impossible deadlines, and unspoken emotions blur the line between enemies and something far more complicated.

Dahmer Lukas is a man of chilling precision and unparalleled intellect. As an "Enigma"—the rarest, most elusive and strongest personality type in the omegaverse—he functions more like a machine than a man. Cold, calculated, and entirely devoid of emotions, he runs a massive scientific empire with one singular focus: Project Z. His goal is as ambitious as it is controversial: to synthesize a serum capable of pacifying the hyper-aggressive Alpha population. To complete the formula, he requires a biological sample from the world's most powerful Alphas. He has successfully harvested samples from every target—except one: Malcom Ford, the ruthless CEO of Deviloy Technology Company Malcom is an anomaly in his own right. Known for his cold, unyielding nature, he never releases during intercourse, keeping his genetic essence locked away. Dahmer orchestrates a masterfully deceptive plan: He adopts the guise of a wide-eyed, vulnerable Omega intern, and infiltrates Deviloy Technology. His objective is simple: seduce Malcom, trigger the impossible release, and secure the sperm sample for his research. But there are two major complications: Malcom Ford is staunchly, aggressively uninterested in men. He views his own biological urges as a weakness to be controlled, and he is immune to the typical ploys of those trying to get close to him. To infiltrate Malcom’s guarded inner circle, Dahmer must learn to mimic expressing emotions. He studies the art of a smile, the mechanics of a genuine laugh, and the physical act of crying. But as he performs these human behaviors to manipulate Malcom, something begins to shift. The more Dahmer acts, the more his own cold, Enigma logic begins to fray. Dahmer Lukas set out to dissect Malcom Ford, but as the lines between deception and desire blur, he realizes he is the one being dismantled. Can a man who has never felt love survive the fire of an S-tier Alpha who refuses to be tamed?

He fell in love with the bastard. ........ Rai Est, a 33-year-old high school teacher, was suddenly transferred to Silverlake High School, a tiny school buried in the countryside. With only a few days to settle into his new life, Rai struggled to find a place to stay. Fortunately, the kind principal, understanding his situation, offered him a place in a house he owned and rent out. But Rai quickly learnt he wouldn't be living alone. Sharing a house wasn't supposed to be a big deal. A roommate or a housemate sounded harmless enough. Well…no. It's bad. Very bad... Because the person he has to share the house with turned out to be someone he already knows. Zade Grey... ZADE FUCKING GREY! They shared scars, fights, curses and a lot of 'nice memories' from their school days. It must be fate. After almost fifteen years, the ultimate enemies are reunited. And, one is very excited...

We all know how it goes. The CEO falls for the 5'9, soft-spoken, brown-eyed girl with a smile untouched by the world. Love at first glance. A fairytale written in bold. Meanwhile, the woman who loved him first Who knew his silence, his shadows, his worst days is pushed aside. They call her jealous. Obsessive. A villain. And the story ends with applause for the innocent girl and the powerful man. A happy ending? You’re wrong. Kashi loved him first. She loved him loud, recklessly, with her whole soul. And then she arrived. Perfect smile. Soft voice. Brown eyes. The kind of girl the world bends for without asking why. He looked at her once and that was enough to erase years. Kashi didn’t lose him quietly. She lost him publicly. Humiliated. Replaced. Turned into a meme. A punchline. So she disappeared. For one year, Kashi buried herself. And while the world moved on, someone else was watching. Chaos. He watched from the shadows. obsessive, patient, dangerous in the way only quiet men are. She never noticed him. So he waited. Now Kashi is back. Not to beg. Not to compete. Not to play the villain in someone else’s love story. She’s back to rewrite the narrative. The CEO she loved since childhood doesn’t want her? Fuck him. The world laughed when she broke? Let it burn. And as Kashi rebuilds, stronger, colder, sharper. she starts to notice something strange. Who exactly is X? And why does he kneel like a loyal dog when she calls his name?

"Die a pathetic nobody, Deborah. You never stood a chance against me." Those were the last words Queen Deborah heard before dying in a freezing prison cell. She was stripped of her crown, betrayed by her husband, the King, and replaced by a cruel, bewitching new woman who stole her entire life. But death refused to keep her. Waking up with a gasp, Deborah finds herself back in the past. It is the exact day her husband returns from the battlefield, proudly holding the hand of that same vile, gorgeous mistress. History is repeating itself right before her eyes. In her first life, she begged for his love and paid for it with her blood. In this life, she refuses to be the victim. Deborah faces a thrilling, dangerous choice: Force the king to fall desperately in love with her just to break his heart... or abandon him to ruin and take her ultimate revenge. Will she make him fall, or watch him burn?

"Milo Winter, an independent artist with a passion for creating, steps into the high-stakes world of Victor Kingsley, a ruthless businessman who sees art as just another commodity. When Milo rejects Victor's offer of fame and fortune in exchange for creative control, he finds himself locked in a battle of integrity versus power. As Milo fights to protect his art and his identity, he must navigate the dangerous game of ambition and influence, proving that true artistry cannot be bought or sold. Would they fall apart or end up together..stay tuned."

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

Everyone said Jett Westgate was insane. The most powerful magnate of Aethelgard, insisting on forcibly marrying Veridia's esteemed socialite, Annelise Valentine. Unexpectedly, the two had a major falling out on the day of their engagement party. He sneered, "The pinnacle of heiresses? Hah, besides splurging your family's money, what else can you do?" She turned and sank his limited-edition supercar into the Azure River, "I can teach you a lesson." And so, the daily life of high society became a spectacle of watching two lunatics in an epic showdown. He sabotaged her romantic prospects; she ruined his business deals. He gifted a mansion to a female companion; she chartered a yacht filled with male models. A back-and-forth battle, filled with hidden daggers and flashing swords. Yet, their engagement remained as stable as Mount Tai, becoming the year's greatest unsolved mystery. What was even more thrilling was that everyone in their circle knew— Annelise Valentine's childhood sweetheart, Zane Patterson, had loved her for fifteen years, a widely acknowledged tale of unfulfilled love in their circle. Everyone was betting that Annelise Valentine would eventually break off the engagement for Zane Patterson; this forced union wouldn't last. But Jett Westgate refused to accept his fate. Late at night, he smashed open her door, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her fiercely: "Admit it. You can't marry him, and you can't escape me." In the throes of their desperate passion, he nibbled her earlobe and warned in a hoarse voice: "In this lifetime, the only one who can make you cry... is me." Later, the once impossibly arrogant Crown Prince shoved a gun into her hand, pressed the muzzle against his own heart, and when he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot: "Baby, shoot me if you want, I'll even let you play me to death, I just beg you not to leave me."

She sneaked into his house, intending only to use his finger to make a fingerprint. Little did she expect that her plan to steal a chicken would end up losing a handful of rice. During a certain party, when someone asked what was good about Mo Nanjue, Tong Ran, thoroughly enjoying her meal, overlooked the figure behind her and blurted out, "He's filthy rich!" As soon as she got home and was about to open the door, someone blocked her at the entrance. "I heard you like that I'm filthy... rich?" Tong Ran's face turned red. "Mo Nanjue, you have no shame!" [Published under the title "Never Forget Your Original Aspiration, Grant You Morning and Evening," it's available in print; feel free to buy and add to your collection~] [The main story is complete, and side stories are still updating, so dive in with confidence~]

[Super Sweet] -------- Upon her return to the homeland, YuXi unexpectedly locks horns with her nemesis, Gu Linhan, setting off a chain of comedic catastrophes. "Mr. Gu, Miss Yu has made a scene at the celebration, and Miss Shen is not unscathed." "Mr. Gu, it seems Miss Yu has inadvertently sold your company..." "Mr. Gu, the family patriarch's prized new robot has fallen victim to Miss Yu's misadventures..." Each incident prompts Gu Linhan to close his eyes, reminding himself with a mix of exasperation and resolve: "The wife I chose, I must love through thick and thin." ------------ YuXi and Gu Linhan are the quintessential odd couple, whose long-standing animosity is challenged by YuXi's unexpected pregnancy. YuXi is determined to terminate the pregnancy and cut ties, but Gu Linhan, despite his protests and gruff demeanor, is deeply smitten.