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Leon never expected that when he woke up, he would become Odin's second son and the sun god of Asgard, although this title was made up by his father. When Thor smashed through the training ground with his hammer, and when Loki conjured up a clone to try to trick him into getting up, Lion just wanted to lie on the terrace of Asgard and practice his sun priesthood to the fullest. 【Photosynthesis, lazy days.】 Until the Frost Giant provoked him and ruined his nap. Leon sighed, raised his hand, and golden light spread across the nine realms, turning the glacier into a hot spring and boiling the enemy chief into an egg. "I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?" But when one of his two wronged brothers was demoted to the middle court and the other was secretly causing trouble, Leon finally stood up as if accepting his fate. "I really can't do anything with you!" "Okay, time to go to Earth to bask in the sun and visit my silly brother who's been stripped of his divine power." Thor: My brother is invincible! Loki: Could you please not hit me in the face next time? But Leon soon discovered that this universe seemed more lively than he had imagined?

Reincarnated as the King of an Imperial State Destined to Fall!? This Is Bad!! What Am I Supposed to Do? . . . What!? A horde of goblins is about to attack?! Damn it! There’s no way I’m going to survive this! [Loading...] Huh?? What is this? I have a cheat ability? But what the hell is this cheat? Isn’t this the simulation game I played yesterday? A Presidential Simulator? Please! This is a world filled with magic and monsters! What the hell is a president supposed to do here? [Ding! Greetings, Honorable Mr. President. I am Lara, your Super AI. Sufficient resources have been secured. Would you like to construct a Level 1 Weapons Factory now?] [Level 1 Weapons Factory: Capable of producing 100 Kar98k rifles and 1,000 rounds of ammunition per day.]

Set up by her malicious stepmother and phony sister to marry an ex-convict, Janice Gladwell has no choice but to enter a flash marriage with a total stranger from a blind date. The man, Christopher Bateman, is incredibly handsome but supposedly a penniless vagrant with nothing to his name. As a fierce and independent woman, Janice works her fingers to the bone to provide for them. She even gives her "poor husband" a monthly allowance and fiercely protects him from her own family's relentless mockery. However, there is one thing Janice doesn't know: the man sleeping on the narrow sofa in her cramped apartment is actually the mysterious President of a massive business empire, capable of turning the city upside down with a single snap of his fingers. Behind her back, Christopher secretly crushes her enemies and spoils her with luxury goods under the guise of "free lottery prizes." The elaborate lie because Janice harbors deep scars from her past and has sworn an oath to hate rich men. Now, caught between sweet little lies, luxury cars claimed to be "borrowed from a friend," and absolute power hidden behind a gentle smile, a ticking time bomb awaits. What will happen when Janice finally realizes that the "useless" husband she’s been providing for is the exact billionaire she wants to avoid at all costs? How many secrets will unravel when his mask finally falls? Who exactly did she marry?

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.

Within the grand halls of the Kingdom of Eskard, Irene lives like a ghost everyone pretends does not exist. Although she is the daughter of the great King, she is nothing more than "a stain upon his name" in everyone's eyes. Irene is the only princess of mixed, non-noble blood, the daughter of a maid whose entire family was massacred before her eyes by order of her own father, the King, under the pretext of treason and espionage. But the bitter truth behind their deaths was far more horrifying than anyone could bear, and far too dangerous to be revealed. The King kept her alive within the palace for years, not out of mercy as his people believed, but to use her as a bargaining chip, waiting for the perfect moment to dispose of her, just as he had done with her mother. And now, the time has come to "sell" her. He has decided to marry her off to General and Prince Lucas Theodore de Valerian of the enemy kingdom. Yet Lucas has never seen Irene as his wife. To him, she is nothing more than an additional burden that has kept him from being with the only woman he has ever loved. For Irene, however, this was not a losing bargain. It was the opportunity she had been waiting for all these years. Escaping her father's watchful eyes was the only freedom that would allow her to carry out her secret revenge from the shadows. But when the threads of fate begin to intertwine, and the abandoned princess finds herself in the heart of the enemy's den, will she remain faithful to her secret plan? And how can a heart that has known nothing but pain and revenge face a new reality such as love, a feeling it has never believed in? Will Irene succeed in bringing down the throne of the tyrant whose very name makes everyone tremble? Or will the snares of the past close around her before she can bring the curtain down on her revenge? follow my discord to find all information and update: https://discord.gg/mzHuNZwgK

Born a prince of Manderana, he was never meant to live. On the night of his birth, the stars vanished, the moon disappeared, and the artifact of selection shattered—declaring his affinity as dark magic, a path unfit for a king. Spared from execution only by mercy, he was sentenced to exile. At the age of four, the unwanted prince was sent to the North—a land of monsters, demons, and endless war—armed with nothing but dangerous survival techniques and a monthly allowance that would end when he turned fifteen. No blessings. No hidden talents. No destiny written in his favor. Only observation, adaptation, and the will to live. This is not the story of a chosen hero. It is the story of a child who learned how to survive— and what that survival would eventually cost the world.

When a game developer from modern-day Earth wakes in the body of Prince Aegon Targaryen, the long-forgotten third son of Baelon the Brave, he expects nothing more than a swift, bloody end in the shadows of his more famous brothers, Viserys and Daemon. But fate has other plans. Aegon remembers everything: dragons, fire, politics... and the unfinished class tree system he’d been coding at the time of his death. Somehow, it lives within him now, reborn in his soul. Each decision grants him access to traits and abilities no Targaryen has ever wielded; [Pyromancer], [Demon Knight], and secrets yet to be unlocked. As the Seven Kingdoms groan under the weight of scheming lords, rising dragons, and prophetic whispers of doom, Aegon walks a knife’s edge, one foot in prophecy, the other in rebellion against fate itself. With a mind sharpened by two lifetimes and power drawn from beyond the known world, he’ll either forge a new destiny for House Targaryen... or burn it all down. Disclaimer: This is a House of the Dragon and A Song of Ice and Fire fanfiction. All rights to the original work belong to George R. R. Martin and the respective rights holders. No copyright infringement is intended.

Kirsya walks the corridor of painted kings, a foreigner, manor maid who has memorized their deaths. She moves not toward her next duty, but away from it. She must decide whether her role is to simply smooth things over, or to finally open the unopened letters piling up on her master's desk.

[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.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Aeryn Thalen of SahirRa gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

The chosen Empress Betrayal, jealousy, corruption, love and glory all for a single title ''Empress''. Xian Yue, a young woman torn from her family by plots, is sold to slave traders. Abused and mistread by her mistress, she decides to flee and ends up in the Xuyian empire. She meets Emperor Zhen Yuchen. This encounter brings challenges to achieve glory and find love... but at what cost?

The life of a young princess is turned upside down when she losses all she has and is forced to flee her kingdom, the last surving royal of the Eldian royal family; she has to learn how to live in a world where women are undermined and get no credit for their accomplishments. How will the young princess Althea pull through the challenges she faces and will accept her fate or will she be the one to make the chages and eradicate a male-dominated world system.

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!

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.

She had the world. Now she’s being forced to marry the one man she hates. Princess Vittoria. Voted Most Beautiful Woman of the Century. One of the smartest. The fourth richest. She had sugar daddies, private jets, and men willing to burn the world for her. And she used every single one of them. But she ran from her fourth proposal. And her royal family finally snapped. In 3 weeks, she will marry Crown Prince Campbell. Her ex-lover. Her rival. The man she’s fantasized about killing for years. Arranged. Binding. No escape. There’s just one problem. Her ex-lovers aren’t ready to give her up. And they’re not above starting a war to keep her. Will Vittoria survive a marriage of enemies... Or will her past burn the crown to the ground?

What do you do when you fall for a man you’ve never seen? Cloud Belmont never believed in fate. Not until he met a stranger on the Palace Grounds. Charming. Knowing. Impossible to forget. They spend hours together. Talking. Laughing. Falling. But there’s one rule: Cloud can never see his face. The stranger knows everything about Cloud. His fears. His dreams. The parts of himself Cloud has hidden for years. But Cloud knows nothing about him. Not his name. Not his face. Not why he hides. As Cloud searches for answers, he finds something else: Himself. In a palace full of secrets, one truth remains. Some loves aren’t meant to be seen. They’re meant to be felt. Will Cloud uncover the man behind the mask... Or lose himself trying?

"Stop aiming to go high. You'll always be a girl from the slumps!" * Mar a poor peasant girl is determined to change her Destiny. She doesn't believe the words people say, all she believes in is destiny can be changed. An opportunity presents itself in the form of a princess contest hosted by the king. She knows she can't be choosen, but that didn't deter her from going there.  As luck will have it, a princess didn't show up, and Mar took that opportunity. Posed as a princess from a town she knows nothing of, Mar is determined to become the queen and change the situation of her family. Little does she know fate is always a badass, he finds ways to bite a person at the least expected moment.

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.