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Jasper Otto is a successful esports personality who spends his days playing Amber-Lands, where he role-plays as the powerful Demon Lord, Lucifer Morningstar. One day, while playing the game, Jasper is suddenly summoned to another world. He soon discovers that he has been summoned by a sixteen-year-old girl who has just awakened as a Demon Summoner. Unfortunately for both of them, she has no idea how her new powers work—and she has accidentally summoned him. Now Jasper finds himself trapped in Atheria, a world filled with mana, monsters, Awakeners, and cultivators. He may have the power and appearance of his legendary game character, but almost all of Lucifer Morningstar's abilities remain locked away. With his inexperienced summoner by his side, Jasper must gradually reclaim his powers, survive an unfamiliar world, and figure out what to do with the life he has been given.

His family was slaughtered. His dragons were poisoned. His throne, stolen. Prince Drexo Dragarian was meant to rule Astarous. Instead, he became its most wanted fugitive. But the one who should hate him the most, chose him for love. Maria Woodland. The sister of the man who destroyed his house. The deadliest sword in Snowland. She didn’t just betray her bloodline, she became his greatest weapon. Together, they rise without dragons, carving through kingdoms with steel, strategy, and a love that was never meant to exist. But in a world built on alliances and power, love is a liability. A broken engagement threatens their army. A king rises to crush them. And betrayal begins to grow from within. As war spreads across the nine kingdoms, Drexo must fight for more than a throne. Because the woman who made him unstoppable, might also be the reason he loses everything.

She was bound to save him... or doom them both *** Serenya was meant to be a peace offering—married off to the cursed prince of a kingdom she barely knew. But the moment their blood touched, something ancient awakened. Kaelen is no ordinary man. Every midnight, the monster inside him rises—wild, ravenous, and bloodthirsty. Only pain, desire… and Serenya’s blood can tame him. Now, she’s more than his bride. She’s his anchor. His craving. His undoing. ** Strip and feed me." Serenya stood frozen. His words echoed in her mind. 'Strip… and feed me' For a moment, she thought she had misheard him. Her chest tightened. A wave of humiliation crashed into her so suddenly, it almost made her dizzy. 'I, Serenya… crowned Princess of Ariathen… reduced to this??' Her fingers curled slowly at her sides. 'After everything… after losing my soldiers… after being dragged into this cursed kingdom. I should strip and feed you??!!' "With all due respect your majesty. I am your wife, not your servant!" She paused "You cannot expect me to—" "Expect?" He cut her off. The word rolled off his tongue slowly, almost amused. Kaelen leaned got off from his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. Then stood when he was just a centimeter away from him "Let me make something clear to you, Princess." His voice was calm. Too calm. "But you will learn very quickly—" He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against the arm of the chair, his eyes darkening. "In Veyr… you don't get to decide what you will or won't do." The air in the room seemed to tighten. His gaze flicked over her once more—slow, deliberate. "As for 'wife'…" he continued, almost lazily. "That title means nothing to me." A pause. Then— "You are here because you are useful." The words landed like a blade. "And right now…" his voice dropped lower, "you will do exactly as I say." ** Their love was never supposed to happen. Their fates were never meant to intertwine. But now that they’re bound in blood… There’s no turning back. DISCLAIMER!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIVID IMAGERY Join my WhatsApp community to get updates and behind the scenes on all my works; https://chat.whatsapp.com/KvwNyVydlzn76L4knQ5RoB

"We are like dominoes—I fall for you, and you fall for another." BLURB: But I don't know why still I have a little sympathy towards the one hurt me most. I stood against all the wounds, all the odds. I could smile only for the attempt I took to save my breathe. Maybe it could be the chapter with the summary of my life. I always told myself, under responsibility I had done every bit. Sometimes, life was holding me with a thin rope, sometimes it kicked me harshly. I did stand and walk. I did dive and swim. And I learned swimming after diving in his ocean. Full of mysterious substances, wild sharks. I was saving my attempt to take chances. I survived. But at the end, I can say. I never wanted to cross the sea and reach to the shore. What was never meant for me, I would never ask for it. Nor did I need. I might pass the time, inferencing how the shore look like. From far away, eyes could capture the daintiness. I felt the wind of tranquility. I closed my eyes and perceived the provision. I wonder the subsequent inquiry. If I hear a melody, I would return the echo without anticipation. The waves were the utmost reliance to me. The loyalty shows subtle empathy. The shore is beautifully decorated. I just know who has been there. ---- 'Life is not a football match, but some of us always got a penalty.'

I have been reborn in France, and luckily, I have the identity of the Crown Prince. The downside is that the current king is Louis XVI, and in two years, he will be guillotined. Since my father and the ministers can’t be trusted, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands and reorganize France myself. First, I’ll make some money, just enough to solve the financial crisis that has plagued the country for centuries. Then, I’ll strike hard at the nobles with ill intentions who seek to usurp power. After that, I’ll seize the vast lands held by the church, which sits idle. Industry, technology, agriculture, and commerce will thrive together. I will be the greatest Crown Prince France has ever seen! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen10

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

300 Power Stones on Sunday will unlock 3 chapter updates on Monday. 1x Magic Castle will unlock 6 chapter updates on the same day (though I admit this might be a bit impossible) (ᵕ—ᴗ—) — — — — — — — — — — — — — — The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire. But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses. A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin. But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan. Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him. Nolan: "Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life." Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes. Nolan: "My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!" And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began. — — — — — — — #Note: 1. The main character is lazy and oblivious to his surroundings. However, he deeply loves his younger sister, his mother, and the siblings he cares for as family. 2. Don’t worry—he won’t stay lazy and ignorant forever. There will be meaningful character development, and he’ll play a key role in helping his sister ascend the throne and become Empress. 3. While his laziness can be irritating, he’s actually a kind and supportive person. That said, he becomes ruthless when the lives of his loved ones are threatened. 4. As for romance—I'm still undecided about including a harem. The chances are low, though, since I’m more interested in telling a story with a single heroine… especially in an era flooded with harem novels. Ahem!

[SCENE START] "Get the fuck out of here, you broke-ass, miserable Mandorian piece of shit!" the wealthy DI'an resident sneered, aggressively adjusting the cuffs of his ridiculously expensive suit. "Get the fuck out of our country, you bottom-feeding peasants!" The man in the poorly dressed uniform stood his ground, glaring right back with pure defiance. "I am not poor, and I am not going anywhere! I'm a legal resident of this shithole just like you, so take your elite corporate entitlement and shove it straight up your tight fucking ass!" "Oh? You wanna play hardball?" the DI'an resident laughed, a dark, cartoonishly evil grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a real corporate beatdown looks like, you pathetic broke fuck!" "And... CUT! Cut!" a director yelled from the background. "Beautiful! That was absolutely perfect. Exactly the scene I wanted!" [SCENE END] I instantly dropped my evil smirk, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and looked right at the screen. Yeah, aren't you? I am talking to you. Mr. Reader, or Mrs., or... whatever it is. Just—look, Reader. Listen up. Let me properly introduce myself. I am the actual Narrator of the story you are about to read. Yeah, I just took a minor acting role in this cheap propaganda ad because I needed to scrape together some extra revenue on the side. The economy is absolute shit right now. Now, you are probably staring at your screen, looking at our tags, and thinking, 'Oh boy, they placed this story into the Fantasy category! Is it a standard fantasy story?' Let me stop you right fucking there. No. There won't be any majestic dragons, no pointy-eared elves, no generic magic systems, and definitely no standard-issue Demon Lord waiting at the end to get punched in the face. So why the hell did we choose the 'Fantasy' tag then? Well, let me explain the logic. The events in this story are entirely disconnected from real life, taking place in a completely different world with its own strange rules, massive scale, and alternate dimensions. We couldn't exactly throw this into 'Realistic Fiction' or 'Urban.' But honestly? The platform simply didn't have a better box for us to check. If I had the power to accurately name the actual genre of this novel, it would be a Pseudo-Corporate, Geopolitical Comedy. I know. It sounds ridiculously long, incredibly stupid, and a bit ridiculous. But it is whatever the fuck it is. We didn't have any other options. So, look. This story might not be exactly what you were expecting when you clicked that tag. You have a choice right now: you can either jump into Chapter 1, or you can get the hell out based entirely on what I am telling you right now. And yeah, yeah, I know it has literally been six months since we launched and we are just now updating our old, horribly vague synopsis. I have been busting my ass writing the main chapters, okay? I know this story is vastly different from the usual fantasy novels you see in this category. Some people might not click with it, and that is completely fine. But it's up to you. You can give it a try, or don't— AHEM. A loud, highly pointed, aggressively fake cough echoed from off-stage. I rolled my eyes, glaring at the Author. Alright, alright, I get it! The synopsis ends here. I am going to write the new chapter now before this guy fires me. Byeeeeee.

Luke transmigrated. The moment he opened his eyes, he arrived in the world of League of Legends, Runeterra, the continent of Valoran! He started with nothing to his name, and an old mother gravely ill in bed, an absolute nightmare of an opening. Yet on her deathbed, she handed him a mysterious necklace. When he brought the necklace to Demacia’s capital, the Great City of Demacia, he was stunned to discover that the father he had never even met was the reigning king! In the blink of an eye, Luke became Demacia’s second prince, his older brother was Jarvan IV. With a background like that, Luke suddenly felt that being a slacker prince didn’t sound so bad. On top of that, he also awakened a sign-in system. With nothing to do, he’d sign in, then go tease the blonde girl next door from House Crownguard, and flirt a little with Fiora from the neighboring house. Life like this didn’t seem half bad either.

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naive Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin. With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago, right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there was only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime, too.” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

Zirinos is a monster who, with the power of an entire galaxy on his back, lives without fear or concern, killing and raping, that is, until his father dies and his killer sends him to another world with the intention of seducing women and then killing them. Is Zirinos, in fact, as bad as you think? Will he be able to get his galaxy back? This, my readers, is a story of redemption. But can a rapist and killer really achieve it?

In a kingdom where the crown is not passed down by blood, even a prince must earn it when a peasant can claim it. Keiser was a knight of the Royal Brigade, one of the first commoners ever to reach the final trial of the King’s Gambit. The gambit is a brutal tradition that decides who will become the next king. While nobles trained their entire lives for it, Keiser, born without mana, rose through the depths of Sheol out of sheer spite and made it all the way to the final trial. At his side stood Prince Gideon Aury Valemont, the king’s fourth son, who had seemingly renounced his own claim to support Keiser. Or so Keiser believed. Keiser had been nothing but a pawn. Gideon had used him as a shield and a decoy to draw assassins and rivals, all while secretly paving his own path to the throne. In the final trial, a candidate’s kingmaker must either make the ultimate sacrifice or betray their chosen king and seize the throne. Gideon chose the crown. Bloodied and broken, Keiser knelt, impaled by the very sword Gideon had gifted him. A blade forged from the core of a dragon he thought he had freed, now twisted into the instrument of his own death. With sigils seared into his flesh to kept him kneeling before the very man he had trusted most. As numbness dulled the pain, he raised his gaze... And beheld Gideon, an enthroned serpent. In that final breath, Keiser understood. The King’s Gambit had never been about valor. It was a game where victory belonged not to the strongest, but to the most ruthless deceiver. But death was not his end. Keiser woke up in the body of Muzio Auro Valemont, the king’s disgraced tenth prince… a long-missing bastard son, doomed to die before the Gambit even begins. To stop history from repeating, Keiser must find the man he once was. He must convince his former self that betrayal is coming, that Gideon will drive into his back the very blade forged from the dragon he once freed. Even if it means entering the Trials again in a body too weak to hold a sword. Even if it means bleeding himself dry just to keep pace with his own mind. Even if it means turning to the forbidden art of Blood Scripting. Keiser, now Muzio, must train, scheme, and survive... Not as the knight who flew too close to the sun, but as the bastard son hidden in its shadow. He no longer seeks the crown. He seeks to destroy all who dare to wear it. ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺ Unofficial tags are: #Transmigration, #Regression #TimeTravel, #BodySwap #IdentityRebirth #MagicSystem #Greek/Latin/Symbols/Weird-Magic-System, #BloodMagic #ForbiddenArts #StrongToWeak / #WeakToStrong, #Trial-by-Succession, #FoundFamily #Mystery, #HorrorElements, #Elves, #Dragons, #Fae, #Sirens, ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━ If any of that caught your interest, give the story a try, and hopefully you'll find it better than expected.

In a world of magic and monsters, I carved out my own empire. Hellfire Studios - my brainchild, my legacy. It all started with "The Demonfather" - a blatant copy from my past life, sure, but this world had never seen anything like it. Humans, elves, dwarves - they all fell in love with it. Critics raved, audiences cheered, and suddenly, I was on top. But the world thought I was a one-hit wonder. They had no idea what was coming. I unleashed "The Lord of the Rings" upon them. The result? Critics were left speechless, fumbling for words to describe what they'd witnessed But why stop at movies? This world was stuck in the past, so I dragged it into the future. I created computers, birthed video games, and watched as everyone from imps to elf elders became addicted to pixels and polygons. Still not satisfied, I turned to music. I crafted stars, produced hits, and soon had the entire realm dancing to my tunes. But even that wasn't enough. Comics, manga, cartoons, anime, novels - I introduced them all. I flooded this world with stories and art forms they'd never dreamed of. Before long, people weren't just consuming my creations - they begun worshipping me. They started calling me "The Lord of Entertainment."

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

The world is divided into three parts, with never-ending alliances and conflicts. The magnificent Jing Dynasty is at its peak, with four great caves, four secret places, the Martial Guard, and the Inspection Bureau. Everyone practices martial arts, striving to reach the realm of grandmasters and great grandmasters. Reincarnated as the heir of Prince Qing, I possess god-like senses and cultivate amid wealth and glory. I aspire to become the supreme grandmaster, pursuing immortality while resisting foreign invasion and internal chaos. I stand unrivaled, dominating the world with martial prowess.

Tags: Romance, R18, Revenge, weaktostrong, Fast-paced, Royal family Betrayal. Breeder, Touch her and die , Lycan, Ruthless, Dominant, Witches, Gore. On the night before her wedding, Arabella Montclair believed she was the luckiest wolf alive. Mated to the powerful Alpha Victor Ashford. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. Finally free from a lifetime of living in her stepmother’s shadow. She poured her heart into planning the perfect ceremony, convinced that tomorrow would mark the beginning of her happily ever after. Instead, it became the day her world shattered. Before the entire Silver Moon Pack, Arabella walks into her own wedding hall, only to find her mate standing at the altar with another bride. Her stepsister. Humiliated and exposed, her most guarded secret is revealed: she carries an F-class fertility rating, deemed cursed, unworthy of bearing an heir. In a world where fertility defines a wolf’s value, she is rejected, discarded, and publicly stripped of her title as mate. “I reject you.” With those words, her bond is severed. Her wolf falls silent. And Arabella is condemned to the lowest fate imaginable, declared a breeder, a life worse than slavery. Beaten. Broken. Forgotten. But fate is far from finished with her. On the very day she is cast aside, the immortal Lycan King, Enzo Obsidian, arrives unannounced at Silver Moon Pack. A ruthless ruler with violet eyes and centuries of power behind him, Enzo has come to investigate corruption festering within the pack. He expected deceit. He expected betrayal. He expected blood. He did not expect her. Among the women paraded before him as entertainment, one figure stands out, a girl in torn white lace, head bowed, silent yet defiant. She smells of pain… and something far rarer. She does not belong there. As secrets unravel and hidden truths surface, the rejected breeder may be more than what anyone believes. And the king who fears nothing may soon find himself entangled in a fate neither of them saw coming. Because sometimes, the one deemed unworthy by a pack… is the one destined to stand beside a king.

A modern royal setting, the male lead has a leg disability. Five years ago, their statuses were worlds apart. He was the Prince of a nation and she was a commoner; they were fated to end in divorce. When others mocked her for marrying a cripple, she would only give a faint smile. When they divorced, he gripped her chin and demanded, "Am I..." Five years later, they met again. The next day, he came with money to pester her relentlessly.

Upon waking up, Zheng Yi finds himself in an ancient parallel world, only to discover that he has become the shadow of the current Emperor! A shadow, a substitute! Constantly facing the threat of assassination by assassins, being controlled by powerful ministers, or being poisoned by malicious individuals. Fortunately, he obtained the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, which grants him immortality and endless miraculous uses!