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“Ruling is the duty of oversight, to oversee instead of create. To govern instead of live. It came with power and prestige, with obligation and responsibility. Soldiers fought and farmers farmed, but to be King is to rule. To maintain the illusion of power one’s forefathers had built. Marcus didn’t care for any of it. He saw magic when he first opened his eyes, and nothing else ever compared. But the King is old and he an only child. Decisions had to be made. Important, hard decisions. No one expected much of him. Not in regards to anything but magic. They were right not to. Until the cube. Until it taught him what life meant for people not born into nobility, and that all his skill with the arcane did not make him immortal. That running from problems did not, in fact, make them go away. Marcus Sepsimus Lannoy—Marcus to the friends he did not have—touched something he should not have on the day he planned to run from his problems.” Inspiration taken from The Menocht Loop, A Practical Guide to Evil and everything else I have ever read in my life. But mostly the first two, though not overly much from either. Concepts and the like. I hope to do them justice. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling.

#DarkRomance #PossessiveAlpha #FeistyOmega #RoyalCourt #SlowBurnBond #Mpreg #ABO #Yaoi #Collar #Dominant The Mad King of Saha stands seven-foot-three, ruling a sleek modern empire with a reputation for brilliance and madness. He lost one mate to his brother-in-arms and swore never again. Then a wedding, a poisoned glass… and Christopher Malek. A sharp-tongued stand-in server who thinks he saves a king but only blows his own cover: he’s a dominant omega, unmarked and unbonded. Will a mad king and a hidden omega bend toward each other… or will the court tear them apart before a bond can even form? Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King

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!

Miles Caspian Rivenhart is the Heir of Aethria, a kingdom defined by discipline and cold, ancient duty. Driven by a childhood trauma and rigid expectations, Miles is a block of ice who trusts only logic and has no patience for worthless subjects. Krystian is a fiery, reckless commoner whose life is ruled by emotion and loyalty to his family. When his dream of becoming a palace warrior is crushed, his desperate plea to the King earns him a terrible bargain: one year to prove his worth as Miles's personal guard or his dear family pays the price. Forced together in palace quarters and sent on a dangerous mission to investigate mysteries across the kingdom the cold Prince and the reckless commoner are locked in a high-stakes game of survival. Ice and Fire are not meant to blend. But as Krystian's sunshine begins to melt the walls around Miles's guarded heart, they must confront a greater threat: falling in love when their future is a life-or-death secret.

It was a moment, one heroic act, one flash—and Ashton found himself in a world that shouldn’t exist—but somehow, it does. Probably. Confused, shocked, terrified for his life, he accepts the role fate and the queen have thrust upon him: to pretend to be a woman and marry the prince. Before he can catch his breath, they’re already leading him to the bridal chamber… „Ashton felt a tightness in his throat. He shivered. It was a man. Fully. In every way. And he was going to spend the night with him. Only now did it hit him, with brutal clarity, what this scene meant—this bed, these rose petals, the dress, the veil. He’d known before, but he hadn’t really understood what was about to happen. He’d still thought it was a dream, but when he saw the prince… Ashton’s body reacted first. His muscles tightened instinctively. His thighs clenched. His fingers dug into the silk of the skirt. In a moment, he was going to lose his anal virginity. Anal virginity. Words he’d never even thought in his mind before, now exploded in his head like a sentence. The man was beautiful. That was true. His presence pulled at the eye, magnetic and heavy like a storm. But beauty didn’t soften the fact that he was a man. And Ashton was one too. This whole situation had nothing to do with fantasy, nothing to do with a game, nothing to do with desire. It was a calculation for survival. Escape. The thought flickered like a spark. The door. The guards. The walls. Blood on marble. Fear extinguished it immediately. If he wanted to live, he had to surrender. In a panic, he began scanning the room. Wasn’t there anyone who could save him? Of course not! Who in this world would care about his fate? The man approached the bed and sat on the edge. The mattress sank under his weight. Ashton felt the shift beneath him. He bit his lower lip. The prince’s hand rose slowly, touching his shoulder. The touch was warm. Slow. Sensual. Ashton shuddered. THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! Fear screamed in his head, heavier than concrete. The prince’s hand slid upward, toward his neck, then his cheek, as though testing the texture of new fabric. The man leaned in. He smelled like jasmine and amber. His breath brushed Ashton’s ear. “Relax,” he whispered softly. “I won’t do that to you. But I have to touch you in a few places. They’re watching. They have to see.” The words slid into him slowly. I won’t do that to you. The air rushed back into his lungs in a sudden, trembling breath. But could he trust him? Maybe the prince just wanted to calm him down because he didn’t like drama in the bedroom? Ashton swallowed hard.

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.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi spent her life mocking bad novels. As an editor, she tore apart manuscripts for their cliche plots and tragic endings... until she woke up in one of them. Now, she is the Princess destined to die. But Xiao Zhi isn't following the script. She’s using every trick she knows to outsmart the plot and stay alive. The terrifying part? The story is fighting back. Every time she tries to change her fate, the world pulls her closer to the end she’s running from. How do you escape a death that has already been written?

Imagine, having a normal life, not having everything you wanted but not wanting anymore. living your teenage years with bliss, then sudden betrayal,from someone you swore was a brother to you, Killed by a rich spoilt brat, who hated your guts, And still deciding to give him a second chance. Check it out. I have said perhaps too much.

[WARNING! R18 CONTENTS!] Reborn as a King and with a Harem of Seven Wives. It looked like a perfect restart of life for Daniel but he didn't expect to become Lumiel who was the King who should have died before even the Gamestory started! Not that mattered, since he only cared about his Kingdom, his family, his Wives and his Concubines and how to extend his harem of wonderful women, all the while protecting his Kingdom from the threats of the Game! Unfortunately as the King who should have died, Lumiel will find himself despite himself dragged into the main plot of the Game with the Heroines and Protagonist! _ _ _ The cover doesn't belong to me, if you are the owner just tell me and I will have it removed.

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.

Since the age of ten, Gyeom Wook has been able to see things that should not exist. Ghosts, resentment, and other supernatural entities wander through the world unseen by ordinary people, turning his life into a constant nightmare. Everything changed when he turned twelve and discovers a mysterious book that repels those terrifying beings. For the first time, the world around him becomes quiet again. Five years later, he opens the book once more and wakes up inside its story. Reborn as the sickly son of a powerful marquess, he inherits a body suffering from a rare mana illness that slowly destroys the body from within. But his Third Eye still remains. Now able to see mana, spirits, and other supernatural forces hidden from the world, Gyeom Wook begins turning what should have been a death sentence into his greatest advantage. In a world where heroes will rise and the Demon King’s war approaches, the sickly heir of a noble house may become something far more dangerous than anyone expected.

A baseball prodigy dies saving a child… and is reborn in a world of magic and dragons. Now armed with superhuman strength, a mysterious bladeless sword, and a fastball that can shatter monsters— Takemi might become the most unconventional hero this world has ever seen.

In Asterwynd, every child is born with a Sigil that proves they carry a Gift, but it fully awakens only at sixteen during the Rite of Bloom. Until then, they train in controlled “Veilwork,” because half-awakened Gifts can misfire or be stolen. After the Rite, each new adult must serve the kingdom for three years. Viella Waverly has an unknown Sigil shaped like a stitched-shut eye, and she fears what she will become. During her Rite, the Bloomwell does not show her reflection—it shows the wrong stars, then reality itself splits like a door, revealing a shadow version of Asterwynd before snapping shut. A voice in her mind says she is finally “old enough to hold it.” The Crown hides what happened and keeps Viella under “protection,” which becomes a cage. She learns the truth: the Rule of Sixteen is a lock, meant to delay dangerous powers. Viella’s Gift is Riftweave—the ability to open and stitch boundaries between places, memories, and worlds. The shadow kingdom, Nhal, wants its door reopened, and every time Viella uses her power, an ancient presence inside her grows stronger, pushing her toward a choice that could save Asterywnd or break it.

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+} The world marches toward an unavoidable ending. A foul, unstoppable plague of corruption called the Scourge is devouring every corner of the world. A king, Ixion, once nobly fought against the vicious, untamed foes; however, the fruitless nature of the fight was that it could only end in one fashion — a pitiful loss. If that was the destined fate of the world, and his resistance would buy a year or two at most… Why spend the little time he has left in the depths of melancholy and grief?! Why not enjoy his life while the world crumbles?! So, Ixion decides to make a list of things he wants to do and accomplish before the world’s demise. A list full of his most devious, lecherous fantasies and desires, alongside a plot of revenge — revenge against the world that had forsaken him.

In order to stay alive, Wade—who, through sheer misfortune, ended up as the lord of the Sein Dungeon—had no choice but to turn his domain into the ultimate hellscape: A gate that can’t be opened from this side, A treasure chest that triggers a teleportation, A grueling three-hundred-sixty-five-kilometer trek from the spawn point to the boss room with not a single rest stop, Monster knights with giant bows stationed on both sides of a precarious narrow bridge, Treacherous ambushers lying in wait around blind corners, A revolting latrine-poison pit you’re forced to sample, and a maze of hidden paths… And that’s only the beginning. Within these depths lurk masters like Isshin Ashina, the Crucible Knight, the Fiery Golden Lion, the Blue-Eyed White Dragon, the Scourge Legion, and more—each ready to gift you with “pleasant surprises.” From the Flaming Sword and Wavemother Sickle, to the Bow Swift-Slash Katana, the Oath of Gold and Stone, and Flame, grant me strength—the rewards are as unique as they are tempting, making it impossible to stay mad for long. Wade:“In my dungeon, the most important thing is making sure every adventurer has fun!” RAW Title:这阴间地下城谁设计的 Author: 月下蓬莱姬 (*****) If you'd like to read 25 chapters ahead, please consider joining my Patreon: patreon.com/ANeet. Your support means a lot. Thank you!

Ambition’s Slave One choice. One forest. No way back. Eshaan was born to serve in the Royal Army, or so his father demanded. But when the long-awaited results arrive, the silence in his home is deafening. Branded "useless" and crushed by the weight of his own failure, Eshaan turns his back on the kingdom that rejected him. He flees into the Strange Woods—a place of myths, prehistoric predators, and bone-chilling stares that haven't been felt for five centuries.

I hatched from an egg in Hell with memories… and almost no power. . . . Thirteen-year-old Knull Belial is the weakest trash in the Belial territory—bullied, ignored, and one year away from becoming cannon fodder against Heaven’s angels. Then the impossible happens. Overlord Elara Noctis Belial—the Goddess of Darkness and the mother who created him personally summons her most pathetic son for an ancient ritual. But why? ***** I'm planning for a good plot and some r-18 too.

It’s hard for me to imagine living in a world without Pokémon. So, I’ve decided to create Pokémon myself. — Samuel

In Illuminés, the City of a Thousand Lights, power belongs to alphas and obedience is carved into the bones of omegas. Soren was supposed to be safe a beta, invisible, untouchable. But fate branded him with the rarest mark: an Omega Dominant, a living anomaly whose beauty could ignite wars and whose scent could bend kings to their knees. He hides behind layers of powder and lies, serving in the Palace of Golden Ashes where predators roam and secrets bleed through gilded walls. Every breath is a gamble, every glance a blade. Because if they discover what he is, he won’t just lose his freedom he’ll lose himself. And when the Alpha of Alphas turns his gaze toward him, survival becomes a dangerous game of desire and power. PS: It my first tentative to write a novel so it will not be perfect but I will still try enjoy☺️