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#Mpreg #Mafia #DarkRomance #PowerStruggle #Heir #Moderatepaced During a brutal mafia raid, Alex’s father is murdered in a hate-driven execution, and Alex is taken as collateral by the very syndicate responsible. The Rodrigo brothers. The most feared crime family in the city. Untouchable. Connected to every major corporation. Ruthless enough to erase entire bloodlines. Dragged into the Rodrigo estate, Alex is reduced to survival. He becomes a chef in Antonio’s mansion, his culinary talent the only shield between him and total isolation. Grief hardens into silence. Silence sharpens into calculation. Then one reckless night changes everything. An irreversible act. A second betrayal. And a biological impossibility no one saw coming. Alex is pregnant. In a world ruled by bloodline, succession, and power, the impossible child growing inside him is no weakness—it is leverage. The underworld begins to whisper. Rival syndicates take interest. The Rodrigo empire trembles at the thought of an heir born from captivity. But Alex is done being collateral. If the brothers want legacy, they will bow for it. If they want the child, they will answer to him.

Betrayed. Humiliated. Left with nothing. On the night when everything collapsed, a bolt of lightning changed his fate. [System Activated] From that moment, his life turned upside down. Spend money to gain power. Complete tasks to grow stronger. Upgrade abilities beyond human limits. While the world slowly moves toward an era of dungeons, monsters, and powerful rankers, he discovers the most ridiculous ability of all— The more money he spends, the stronger he becomes. And his goal? To become the world's first SSS-Ranker.

In the Mortal Domain, the weakest cultivator is still treated like a king. Lin Wuchen is not even that. An orphan with no bloodline, no backing, and no talent worth praising, he survives the cultivation world the only way he knows how—by bowing when necessary, running when he must, and striking when everyone else has already bled. But the deeper he climbs through sect wars, beast territories, and deadly ruins, the more the world begins to crack. Because the sky above the Mortal Domain is not the heavens. It is a lid. A seal placed on one fragment of a shattered cosmos known as The Fractured Heavens. And Lin Wuchen’s soul remembers something it shouldn’t

Corpse Flower—a failed experimental super-soldier enhancement drug that caused the undead outbreak. Disguised—or rather, misused—as an effective morning-after pill, Corpse Flower turned incompatible women into the first undead, spreading the outbreak across the world and plunging the 21st century into a dark age. But even the darkest cloud has a silver lining. Among those who survived were women compatible with Corpse Flower. The drug turned them half-undead, granting them strength equal to genetically enhanced super-soldiers. The Energy stored in their wombs also gave them access to supernatural abilities. The women who claimed the title of Corpse Flower weren't the only ones who rose up to fight the threat of the evolving undead. Chosen men, through love and lust, earned the title of Alpha, gaining temporary power by being infected through intimacy with their half-undead lovers. And to bring hope and salvation, certain girls exist whose blood holds the power to turn the tide of the war against the undead—girls known as Lycoris.

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1." It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons. But I can steal their lives. My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt. My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality. They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.

In a world where talent determines destiny, Ardam was branded a failure. While others awakened legendary classes and S-rank abilities, he received the lowest profession possible — Summoner. Mocked, abandoned, and rejected by the one he loved, Ardam was destined to live in the shadows. But the System was wrong. Hidden beneath his weak title lies a forbidden power — Ego, an ancient force that predates kingdoms, monsters, and even the System itself. Instead of summoning mindless beasts, Ardam forges contracts with forgotten warriors, fallen generals, and beings erased from history. Each summon carries memories. Each contract reshapes destiny. As noble clans rise and empires clash, Ardam builds something far more terrifying than strength— An army. And when the world finally realizes the truth, it will already be too late. The weakest summoner is about to become the Emperor of Ego.

Let's not pretend like we haven't heard this story before. Mana descends upon an unprepared world. Dungeons rupture reality. Monsters pour out. Humanity awakens in response—some with sparks, some with power capable of leveling continents. Aris Ashborne was born into that world. His problem? He was too damn cute to be taken seriously! Media companies treat him like heaven's favourite mascot. Fellow awakened dote on him as if he isn't ranked among the strongest humans alive. Confessions pile up. Stalkers appear. The title "Cutest Awakened" follows him everywhere. No one seems interested in how he earned his S-rank. It's hard to command fear when people are asking what skincare routine you use. Oh well. Being underestimated has its own perks too. Truth is, Aris Ashborne is one of the few people that has transcended the ranking system entirely. He is among the few that could very well rule the world if he wanted to. But for now, he is contempt with being called a cutie. After all, monsters don't always look the part.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

[This novel is a highly planned Dark Romance . It features trending tropes like "Secret Marriage," "Billionaire Obsession," and a unique "Split Personality" twist. I am committed to daily updates and long-term serialization.] I promise you will thoroughly enjoy this novel and become addicted to it. --------------------- Natalia said with disgust: "Never. I would prefer death over loving the idea of marrying you." Cedric said in a mysterious and terrifying tone: "Die then." Cedric said cruelly: "Then you won't be able to die; that is what you will get, Natalia..." Then he lowered his voice to a terrifying hiss and continued: "Pain." Cedric looking at her sharply: "But we will play the role of the couple." Natalia answered, her eyes shining with defiance: "Even if it's acting, Cedric, you will not touch me." Cedric said in a voice as low as a hiss: "I will touch you if the matter requires it, do you understand?" ------------------------ Natalia is thrown into the furnace of a war she did not choose. With a single decision from her father, the ambitions of the eighteen-year-old girl were shattered, transforming into an eternal shackle. It is not merely a marriage, but a deed of ownership to ensure the empire remains safe through a strategic alliance, under the protection of the man whose very existence she loathes: Cedric, the son of her father’s most powerful business partner. Because she has not reached the legal age for the elite, and because scandal might shake the family walls, Natalia was sentenced to be a "Secret Wife." Natalia finds herself forced to live in the Stuart family mansion, where she is compelled to share oxygen and space in one room with Cedric; the man who sees in this marriage an insult to his pride and an assassination of his freedom. Behind that closed door, the official masks fall, and the fires of hatred ignite. But the real hell for Natalia lies not only in Cedric’s cruelty, but in the presence of William; Cedric’s older brother and the person whose heart beat with love for him since her childhood. Now, Natalia finds herself trapped under one roof with the man she desired as a husband, while she is, in reality, the property of his brother whom she hates. Cedric... the cruel executioner. Cedric will not settle for silent rejection; instead, he will turn Natalia’s days into an organized "hell." Every look is a stab, every word is a spark, and every night they spend in that ill-fated room is a new round of psychological torture, where Natalia burns between the fire of her impossible love for William and the fire of her imposed hatred for Cedric.

[IMPORTANT: Smut, 18+, Harem, No NTR, No Yuri, Transmigration, MILFS, Older Women] ______________________________ *Chapter Update: 10:30 am PST; 6:30 pm PST ______________________________ Leo was your average Otaku who lived for just three things: Eldora Online, Ramen and sexy MILFs. Well, he had 2 things out of those 3. But things he was longing for the most, was way out of his reach. In fact, let alone MILFs, he did not have a single regular flat chested immature girls throwing tantrum in his life. So all he had was those AV videos that he played every night and fapped to the smooth skin, the constant moaning and the exhilarating climax of those women he could never have. But the Goddess of Lust actually had different plans for him. The poor Goddess actually made a mistake, she accidentally killed Leo. But the kind Goddess was quick to rectify her mistake (Or maybe she just didn't want it to show on her Annual Assessment Report). But whatever the case might be, she was quick to rectify it. And with that, Leo was transported to a brand new world. But this time not alone. He had Aiva, his personal AI system with him to make sure he does not end up dead pretty soon. Now it is up to Leo, he wants to quietly live his life in the new world like he has been doing all along, or is he going to start with a bang, and make this new world kneel in front of him. Because every time he dies, he would be transferred to an another world. Be it a Magical Kingdom, post apocalyptic world, or a cyberpunk fantasy. And yes, let us not forget the Harem full of MILFs that is going to be all around Leo. ________________________________ Update Frequency: 10-14 chapters / week Milestone Bonus Chapters: 200+ Power Stones: 2 Bonus Chapters next week 200+ Golden Tickets: 3 Bonus chapters next week Bonus Gift Chapters: Massage Chair and above: 2 Chapters next week

"What you do in life, Echoes in Eternity." The System, who goes by the code name, Thirteen, defied the System God in order to give his previous Hosts’ the chance to change their Fates. Unfortunately, he was killed by his Father, the System God, and was sent to the world of Pangea to struggle like the Cannon Fodders that he fought so hard to protect. Armed with his knowledge as a System, Thirteen vowed to change not only his Fate, but the Fate of others whose destinies were tied up with him. In a world torn by power and corruption, a fallen System will bring out a symphony of change, or lead it to its destruction. ---------------- Join me in Discord: https://discord.gg/UesrNGmKWz

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Sylteena Benedict never asked to be cursed, desired, or chosen by divine decree. But destiny doesn’t care. One moment she’s a nobody — the next she’s tied to Crown Prince Anthony, the man known for breaking spirits, not loving them. But even he isn’t the greatest danger she faces. In the shadowed forest lies a Beast who feels far too human… and far too drawn to her. He whispers truths the palace buries, awakens feelings she shouldn’t have, and forces her to question everything — including her marriage. Two worlds want her. Two hearts claim her. Only one truth will save her.

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

After being brutally killed by her husband and stepsister after child birth. Isadora Hayes miraculously goes back in time to six years before everything happened..... Will she be able to stop the inevitable. Can she change her fate bounded in the hands of her envious stepsister and horrible scum husband Will she be able to love the one person that truly loved her

Rebirth + Era + 1960's - Femine + System Space + Military + Powerful Male protogonist At seventy-eight years old, she died with nothing but regret. Only at the end of her life did she learn the cruel truth— the world she had struggled through was nothing more than a novel. And she… was cannon fodder. Her father, once a Squad leader, was falsely branded a traitor and executed. Her three brilliant elder brothers were crushed one by one, stepping stones for the novel’s so-called “female lead.” Her family’s blood paved the road to the heroine’s glory. She could only watch helplessly as the heroine’s family prospered while hers was destroyed. Powerless. Broken. Too late. But fate was not finished with her. A falling flowerpot ended her life— and opened her eyes once more. 1958. She is thirteen years old again. Her parents are alive. Her brothers are alive. Everything has not yet begun. In the turbulent 1960s era, she awakens with memories of her previous life and an unexpected System Space that grants her resources and hidden advantages. This time, she will not be cannon fodder. She will not allow her family to be sacrificed. She will not let the so-called heroine step on their corpses to rise. Amid famine, political storms, and the shifting tides of the era, she quietly builds strength, gathers supplies within her mysterious space, and protects her family step by step. And standing in the shadows of the military compound is a powerful, sharp-eyed man— a future commander whose destiny was never meant to intertwine with hers. In her previous life, he stood at the peak of power. In this life, he watches her change everything. This time— She will become the author of her own fate. (Original) PS-: The Story is taking place in the parallel world, so although the historical events are same, characters are fiction.

After transmigrating into a cultivation world, Lin Xiao Tian thought his luck had finally arrived. A dying old man entrusted him with the position of Sect Lord of a “great and glorious sect,” passing on a token and proclaiming him the future ruler of countless disciples. But when Li Xuan arrived at his inheritance… There were no disciples. No elders. No spirit beasts. No treasures. Only a collapsing gate, broken halls, and weeds taller than the main pavilion. The so-called supreme sect was nothing more than a ruined mountain with a fancy name. Just as despair set in, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind— [Sect-Building System Activated.] • The Host is invincible within sect territory. • The Host cannot leave sect territory. • Expand territory to receive rewards. • Recruit disciples. • Establish dominance. • Conquer realms. Each time the sect’s influence expands, divine rewards descend: Ancient techniques. Heaven-defying artifacts. Mythical beasts. Even fragments of lost realms. Trapped within his mountain yet unmatched inside it, Li Xuan begins rebuilding from nothing. One disciple becomes ten. Ten become a hundred. A hundred become an army of immortals. As territory spreads and realms begin to converge, the world slowly realizes: The ruined sect on the forgotten mountain… has become the axis of heaven and earth. Within his sect, all realms unite.

“Why do humans rule the world?” “...Because their form is the closest to the gods.” On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed. Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live. For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon his humanity and ascend as a god. He failed. But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony. This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions. Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both? Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all. ------------------------ Book Goals!: Castle = Mass release 5 chapters Spaceship = Mass release 10 chapters Gachapon = Mass release 15 chapters