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Everly, a connoisseur of orphan-to-riches tropes, always assumed her origin story began with a dramatic abandonment at the orphanage gates. Turns out, her life was even more cliché than her favorite novels! She wasn't merely dumped; she was swapped—a long-lost heiress to a vast fortune. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more tropey, a mysterious System materialized, offering her a chance at a "good ending." The catch? Its "abilities" ranged from the utterly bizarre to the downright mortifying, making Everly question if a happy ending was truly worth the existential cringe. *** System 006: [Host, please choose 1 of these 3 system abilities!] Everly: "They're all weird! Let me just pick random!" System 006: [Hehe... host, I forgot to say that each system will have consequences, so something will happen to you when you use it...] Everly: "!!!" Days later, having been reunited with her biological family and experimenting with the System's... unique function, the consequence were already glaringly apparent. Her beloved brother: "My little sister is precious, but I need therapy to keep up with her alien-like thinking." Handsome man 1: "She's a pervert! I'm scared she'll take my innocence..." Handsome man 2: "Every time she talks, I feel like killing her. Is that normal?" NOTE: Please disconnect all logical circuits before proceeding with this novel, as it's an absolute chaotic comedy where the MC, Everly, has several screws loose in her brain. Don't expect much normalcy here—sanity checked out long ago and never came back.

Reborn into a world that stole everything from him, Qing Yu awakens in a body not his own, armed with a system that grants him unimaginable power… if he dares to pay the price. Betrayed by family, wronged by the Qing Heaven Sect, and haunted by the memory of his sister’s death, he sets out on a path of ruthless revenge. With cunning, charisma, and forbidden techniques, Qing Yu manipulates, seduces, and conquers, bending friend and foe alike to his will. Every mission, every desire, every risk is a step toward dismantling the sect that destroyed his life—and seizing the power he was born to command. In a world of martial prowess, secret cultivation techniques, and deadly intrigue, Qing Yu will stop at nothing to reclaim what was stolen and make those who wronged him suffer… because only the strong survive, and only the clever take everything.

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a selfish merman who learned generosity for the first time, expecting nothing in return for his prized possession. All of them changed after meeting one woman... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?

In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release. She finds truth. Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate. The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all. As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path. Love does not come in one form. Neither does power. In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected. Not a queen. But the axis upon which the world turns.

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

Elena Thorn never expected to cross paths with the ruthless and cold CEO, Ryan Redland who got rid of her like some nuisance. She never imagined that her fate would be sealed with him by a contract marriage, forced on them both. She is spoiled, free spirited, and daring. While, he is a man of control, order and silence. Despite the consistent tension, a costly romance simmers. What starts as a reluctant union quickly spirals to something sinister. With a dangerous love triangle, a vengeful, greedy and power-hungry secret rival in play, their union is one filled with love and betrayal. Can their bond survive the endless twists of deceit, pride, lust and betrayal? Will this contract be much more costly than they both bargained for?

He was the King of Kings—until the Author rewrote him. Noah ruled worlds, shaped laws, and commanded reality itself… until a penstroke stripped him of everything. Banished to the Abyss—a realm where authority is borrowed and divinity is mocked—he’s forced to start again from zero. But Noah doesn’t kneel. He hunts. With a chaos-born princess at his side and rebellion in his blood, he’ll tear through puppet monarchs, unravel the threads of fate, and claw his way back to the top. The narrative may bind others— But he remembers being the one who wrote it. This time, the story obeys him. And when the final page turns, even the Author will bleed.

Welcome to a world where life is currency… and the dead still walk. When a mutated rabies virus shatters civilization, it doesn’t just end the world—it rebuilds it. This is the post-post-apocalypse, where everything has been redefined. There are no laws. No mercy. Only a system fueled by blood. Here, Rank is not a number. It is power. The OGs—Out Guardings—fight to protect what little remains of humanity. At their front stands Malisha—the youngest captain ever chosen. Brilliant. Ruthless. Unbreakable. Follow Malisha and her crew as they take on impossible missions in a world that punishes weakness and rewards survival. But behind her strength lies a dangerous secret. One that could change everything. A secret no one is supposed to uncover. Dooms Dawns is a gripping sci-fi thriller packed with action, emotion, and shocking twists. Just when you think you understand the story— it turns. Just when you think you know what’s coming— you’re wrong. This is not just a story you read. It’s one you’ll want to read again.

[Wife-Protecting Maniac + Group Favorite + Feel-Good Story] Her white lotus younger sister stole her engagement and even sent her to a profligate as a plaything. She turned and climbed onto her imperial uncle’s carriage, her eyes dazzled by his immense merit. He was dying, and she happened to be able to cure him, so the two hit it off immediately. Once the imperial decree of marriage was issued, with the Prince of Jin as her backing, she immediately launched a series of scum-abusing actions. Scummy Father: "Our family has no money!" She casually confiscated the entire family's assets, reclaimed her birth mother's dowry, and made them eat dirt. Scummy Sister: "The Second Prince likes me!" She pulled out her stepmother's deed of sale: "What to do? Your mother is my mother's servant, so you're a servile-born daughter." Emperor Emeritus: "You cannot be this princess consort; my son's fate cannot withstand you!" Prince of Jin: "How could my princess consort bear to be the death of me?" Note : Consider to Support this Story on Patreon.com/Flokixy to access advanced Chapters & 2 Chapters Daily and To Support The Daily Update

https://discord.gg/J9gjRHtTNn - When a prostitute dies and awakens in the decadent city of Prismillya, he finds himself at the bottom of a brutal underground caste system where slaves are ranked, owned, and traded like currency. Reborn in the delicate, cursed body of Loona—a femboy incubus marked as "Guttermeat"—he’s locked in the lowest level of a prison brothel-city ruled by lust, power, and cruelty. But Loona has one secret: with every body he conquers, he steals a piece of his partner’s strength. Armed with wit, seduction, and a thirst for revenge, Loona decides he won’t just survive this hell—he’ll fuck his way to the top. ------------------------------------------------------------------ [WARNING: R18+ CONTENT INCLUDED]

Reincarnated into the Soul Society as Kai Kuchiki, Byakuya’s younger brother, he had only one goal: to live a peaceful, lazy life and clock out of work on time. But possessing a mysterious Hōgyoku fused to his soul makes "normal" impossible. To secure his safety against the scheming Sōsuke Aizen, Kai makes a bold move, stealing Kisuke Urahara’s Hōgyoku to accelerate his own evolution. Now, armed with the lightning Zanpakutō Raiki, a defense that rivals Espada, and a fake identity that has the Quincy Masaki Kurosaki falling for him, Kai must balance his desire for a slack life with the inevitable war for the heavens. The butterfly effect has begun, and the world isn't ready for the monster hiding in Squad 10.

Raziel died a saint, slaughtered in his own cathedral the moment a Player fell from the sky, labeled his world a "Server," and reduced him to nothing more than a prologue NPC. His final act of faith didn’t stop the massacre... but it did shatter the rules of the Game. [ITEM USED: RESURRECTION TOKEN] [INITIATING REGRESSION PROTOCOL…] [SAVE POINT FOUND: 4 YEARS BEFORE THE PLAYER ARRIVAL] Raziel wakes up in his fifteen-year-old body, memories fragmented, but with one absolute certainty: the Game Over is inevitable. To the Church, he remains the perfect novice; to the Player, he is just another NPC. But this time, he will wield his faith like a heretical System: recruiting the future sacrificial lambs, twisting miracles into weapons, and becoming the Hidden Boss of the very world that once discarded him. If this world sees him as mere filler... Raziel will turn his faith into the heresy that crashes the Server. Release Rate: 4 guaranteed daily chapters. Support Goals: 90 Power Stones in a week = +1 Bonus Chapter on Sunday. 1 Golden Ticket in a month = +2 Bonus Chapters the following weekend. NO YURI / NO YAOI / NO HAREM / NO NTR "This story features a fictional religion inspired by real-world theological traditions. All religious institutions, doctrines, and practices depicted are entirely fictional. No disrespect to any real religion or its followers is intended."

[Torture Tang San] + [Funny] + [Relax] + [All Collected] Ye Yin woke up and saw he transmigrated to Douluo. Just when he thought he has to suck up to that bastard, his system arrived. From that day the sarcastic god of Douluo rose. “Tang San, such dedication to your father! Oh, I almost forgot - I have some leftover food here that I was saving for the dogs, but you seem like you could use a meal.” “Xiao Wu, spicy rabbits are really tasty, want to try?” “Yu Xiaogang, you said there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters. What’s your situation?” Ye Yin traveled through the Douluo Continent to obtain the resentment value system. As long as he makes people feel resentful, he can become stronger. I thought Ye Yin was sinister enough, but I didn’t know that his spirit skills were even more sinister.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit.

Seraphina Hale died at twenty-three. At the hands of the people she trusted most—her sister Evelyn, her mother Victoria, and her fiancé Derek. She had built Hale Lumina into a jewelry empire by twenty. She was brilliant, driven, unstoppable. She had everything—a thriving company, a man she loved, a future that sparkled like the diamonds she designed. Then Derek proposed. At an award ceremony dedicated to her. On one knee. To her sister. Using her ring design. The world watched. The hashtags exploded. She became the villain—the jealous sister who slapped him in front of everyone. Her company crashed. Her reputation shattered. Desperate and broken, she fell into their trap. They kidnapped her. Tortured her. Killed her. Staged it as suicide. Evelyn took her company. Her mother gave touching interviews. They got away with everything. Then Seraphina woke up. Five days after the proposal. Two days before her murder. She has a second chance. But she can't survive alone. Enter Alexander Langford—the brilliant scholarship kid from boarding school who became the most powerful CEO in Athena Country. Now he's offering salvation: three hundred million dollars, his name as her shield, and a marriage contract for two years. No love. Strictly business. Just one catch—Alexander controls her safety completely. But when Alexander cups her face and promises "I will protect you forever," she believes him. When his storm-blue eyes hold hers with devastating intensity, she feels safe for the first time. This marriage is supposed to be fake. So why does it feel so real? What Seraphina doesn't know: Alexander is also reborn. He loved her for fifteen years, died mourning her, and now has one chance to save her. This time, he won't be too late.

What would happen when an author dies and is reborn as the cannon fodder extra on the verge of death in his own novel. In order to survive and not die a meaningless death just to be the stepping stone of the Main Character he nurtured for three years like his own son, will the author be able to steal the plot armour of his own "son" the genius of the Gu Clan?

[Warning: Rated +18] [Taboo Elements] Tags: Harem, No NTR Ezra’s life ended with a mobster’s bullet, forty grand clutched in his sweaty palms on a gritty Earth dock. But death was just the beginning. His soul transmigrated into a baby boy in a steamy, matriarchal world, he’s now eighteen and navigating a society where voluptuous women wield superhuman powers and men are mere playthings, weakened by radiation and the deadly Fade a condition sparking violent madness. With his sharp wit and rebellious streak, Ezra refuses to be another docile male. ___ Author’s Note: Some readers might find the beginning a bit slow, but hang in there, it gets worth it, I promise! While the story will include plenty of smut scenes, they’re meant to complement the plot, not distract from it. Bear with me, my writing might not always be perfect, but I’ll always give it my best.

A terminally ill man from our world accepts a mysterious offer to be reborn in a brutal cultivation world with a "gamer system" as his cheat. But as he rises from nothing, he makes a horrifying discovery: the system granting him quests and levels isn't a tool for his salvation—it's a sentient, ancient evil that devours the souls of its users.

In a world where humans and werewolves coexists peacefully, there’s a young human girl named Angel, who wants nothing more in life than to become a Nun of the holy church. But on the day of her Ordination, disaster strikes, and her already sad life takes a rocky turn down the hill… How would she survive this terrible fate??

World: You're a trash mixed Spiritual root. How come you cultivate faster than the top genius of the Holy land. Fang Hong: I am a trash mixed Spiritual root... And who decided that? I cannot cultivate beyond qi refining realm... And who decided that? The only one who gets to decide such things... IS ME. World:....