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"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? ⚠️WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

(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.

Horrible Accident? Check Otherworldly Soul Yeeting? Check Taking over some schmuck's body who died around the same time? Check Unable to cultivate because the aforementioned schmuck's constitution is all messed up? Double Check In the world of Valresta where the great and powerful cultivate an energy called aether to get to where they are, Zhen Liu (Thomas Lee) is physically unable to despite having the qualities to do so. But due to a twist of fate, Zhen Liu is given the ability to create kaijin, strange and monstrous warriors to fight in his stead. By using this world's laws combined with his knowledge of Earth, watch as Zhen Liu stands above the so-called aether saints to become the one and only kaijin lord! "What the hell is a train"?! "Something that's about to kick your butt. Get him"! "Yes my lord"! Cover art done by JacKLYart on Twitter My Twitter: https://twitter.com/MajorMizako?t=23kOezglRcDjEUKcmpZQiA&s=09

A knife in the pregnant Luna’s belly. All evidence points to the Alpha’s scorned concubine. Althea didn’t do it. But no one will believe the wolfless omega who was rejected, humiliated, and made his slave. So she runs—straight into the Red Mist and into the jaws of the one creature that even the Alpha hunting her fears. --- Thorne Vargan, the Hellhound of the North Clan, swore bloody retribution on everyone responsible for destroying all he had ever known—especially the woman who beheaded his mother. As fate would twist it, that woman’s daughter stumbles into his hellish domain… And Thorne is not letting her go. He claims her. As captive. As leverage. As vengeance. But the fates have a different tale to weave as something in him hungers for her in ways far more dangerous than hate. Her scent tempts him. Her fear intrigues him. Her secrets threaten to set his bloodand the entire pack system on fire. And while Thorne pins her to his world with claws and shadow, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back.m

"I can feel the power in this brat's body..." The Monster's laughter echoed like cracking bone, his eyes glowing like dying stars. "What wonderful luck!" Kai isn't a Royal. And the power waking up inside him isn't magic. It’s something Athelgard fears, something illogical, violent, and capable of breaking the script.  Dolus is coming, the system is glitching, and the "Chosen One" is about to find out what happens when a side character stops following the rules #isekai #anti-hero #fantasy #Dark #magic #transmigration

Jonas was a ghost in a suit—a twenty-year-old 'Dry-Soul' who thought the world had forgotten him. He was wrong. When his bedroom wall shatters to reveal a tunnel of roaring brine, Jonas is dragged into a Trial that shouldn't exist. Marked by a Red Curse and hunted by an undead army, he must survive a world that has already erased his memory from the heart of the girl he loved. In the Ninth Wave, you don't just swim; you learn to breathe the silt...

When Lin Yaochen opened his 18th birthday present, filled with joy and anticipation, he stared in disbelief at a battered old compass. “This is my birthday gift? You’ve got to be kidding me!” he protested, convinced his parents were playing a prank on him. “This is no joke. It’s the Yao Disc. It can help you find the Five Yao Bearers,” his mother said. What was even more outrageous was that his father claimed they were superpowered beings from another world—and that Yaochen himself was burdened with the mission of seeking the Five Yao and restoring order to the Yao Realm. “Ha! That’s more ridiculous than a street juggling act. You really expect me to believe that?” But when his father tore open a rift in the air and shoved him straight into the Yao Realm, Yaochen was completely stunned. Before he could process what had happened, a voice called out to him. The speaker was none other than the family’s black dog—Mozi—the one that never seemed to age. “This has to be because I got out of bed the wrong way today… There’s no way this is real,” he muttered in disbelief. “Young master, welcome to your Journey of Seeking the Yao. I am your guide spirit beast—Mozi.” “What kind of century-long joke is this?! Why should I run around with this broken compass looking for people? I want to go home!” he shouted in frustration. “Oh, that won’t be possible,” Mozi replied cheerfully. “You can only return after you’ve found all Five Yao Bearers. So please do take this quest seriously!”

They say he's not human. He doesn't seek companion, he doesn't seek love, he doesn't seek fame, what he seeked is only the thrill of murder and gamble. Astrith was once a slave. After enduring torturous days in all of his adult life, he finally died without getting to know what it's like to be free again. However, his body was unexpectedly possessed by another soul after his death. A soul from another world called earth, and he didn't arrive empty handed. [Obtained Skill: Creation Magic Lv. 1] [Obtained Trait: Trait Stealer Lv. 0] The world gave the new Astrith powers that were never been seen before, powers that will cause an unbalance in the world, powers with unlimited potential.. And he knew exactly what to do with it. Become a Hunter, and let his prey gamble on their lives. He doesn't need anyone else, just himself alone is enough. "Let's play a game, guess the number in my head, if you guessed correct, i'll let you live, if you guess wrong.. I will pull this gun's trigger." "W- What!? Where am i?!.. Who are you!?.. And what's a gun?.." BANG! "Wrong answer." ================ - Edgy and Morally Gray MC– What? Your favorite? Then go read! - Title sums up a lot, so no romance. - a LOT of 'acting weak only to crush everyone at the climax/ending' moments. Feel free to point out grammar mistakes, im not native so anything that could help me grow is appreciated.

The Falling Plum Sect was erased in a single night, its name condemned as demonic and its disciples slaughtered in the name of justice. Jin Mu-Won survived—not by becoming stronger, but by burning his strength away, refining himself into something the murim could not easily sense or control. Ten years later, he returns to the sect’s ashes and uncovers the truth behind the crime: the so-called demonic art was never meant to conquer the world, but to destroy excess, arrogance, and false righteousness. As whispers of his survival spread, the Central Alliance moves to erase him once more—unaware that the weakest-looking cultivator among them carries a blade that cuts deeper than power. In a world where strength decides truth, Jin Mu-Won walks a quieter path, one forged from loss, restraint, and cold resolve. The plum blossom blooms again—not to seek revenge alone, but to decide what justice in the murim should truly cost.

What happens when the protagonist of a world dies? Does the world cease to exist? Or does it hold its crumbling pieces together in a desperate attempt to save itself? In a world where peace had finally become a reality, the man chosen by fate dies in an accident the world was never meant to allow. His death went unnoticed, unacknowledged by the world and the system that rules it. Until it was too late. As things go south and mana starts seeping into a world that is marching towards its demise, Kim Han—a man that was never supposed to mean anything in this story—finds himself facing a difficult situation. Unseen and uninterrupted by the fate that was withering, he must decide if he should quietly intervene in the tragedy that will unfold, or let the world choke under the weight of a story that will now never end.

#WSA2026# !NO HAREM! NO YURI! NO NTR! NO SMUT! Mason was going to die any minute from now. His ten-year countdown was over. There was nothing left to care about. In his final moments, a single word was spat at him: "Pathetic." Truly, he had been pathetic... until now. [Fate System Activated] [Mortal has been chosen as a 'Jiang'] [Mortal! Prepare for your Tutorial!] "Pathetic? Me? I’ll show you pathetic! came back to life just to prove everyone wrong. Watch me make history!" More Tags: ​Tower climbing, Swordmaster, Dual Realm, Time Travel, Villain, Hidden Identity

Qin Yang, a peerless genius cultivator from the Immortal Yuan Continent, transmigrated onto a small thug on Earth, thus beginning an exciting journey in the bustling city. Celestial Eye, Drawing a Prison... these are just ordinary small magic. Paper Crane Transmitting Messages, Passing through Walls... these are no big deal. Skillful Hands Drawing Talismans, Flying and Earth Escape... these I also know. A Spring Rain Talisman, even if you have one foot in the coffin, can rejuvenate you; A Fortune Talisman ensures reverse luck, so hurry and buy a lottery ticket.

Adele de Frostfang, born a princess and a Luna by blood, she was never meant to be invisible. Yet at twenty-two, she remains unmated, powerless, and whispered about behind gilded doors. Her childhood spent in hospitals left her sheltered and naïve, while her younger sister shines effortlessly in the spotlight of society. In a world ruled by packs, power, and bonds, a Luna without a mate is seen as incomplete—and disposable. Tired of pity and ridicule, she makes a reckless decision: if fate will not give her a mate, she will choose one herself. She decides to learn the ways of high-circle from a rogue, what begins as lessons in confidence, society, and adulthood slowly turns into something deeper. But secrets cannot stay buried forever. This is a modern werewolf romance about choice, growth, forbidden bonds, and a no-mate Luna who dares to write her fate.

A world of magic. A "mage" born without it. And an outrageous f*cking crew. In the Valley Kingdom, where steampunk meets futurism and magic means status, one Guild stands wildly apart: the Black Wolf Knights, or rather—the Black Wolves. Their leader, Greed, carries neither magic nor nobility, only a title he never wanted and a forgotten past. And his crew is as unhinged as they are loyal: A Ghost-mage whose eyepatch hides more than it covers. A powerhouse who hits like a Behemoth and naps like it’s a sport. A vice captain calm enough to fool any con artist. A horned lunatic with zero sense of danger—because she is the danger. A cyborg. A wolfdog the size of a lyconbear. And others just as—if not more—chaotic. The Black Wolves survive on grit, loyalty, and a collection of insanely broken abilities. But when a conspiracy threatens to swallow the Kingdom—and pins the crime on them—they become fugitives in the very nation they swore to protect. Armed with a strange power that defies magic. A crew ready to leap off any cliff with him. And a memory fighting to resurface. Greed, the Black Wolves, and a few allies must face enemies the Kingdom never saw coming. The Valley never believed in them. But they might be their last hope. Expect: - Black Clover meets Final Fantasy meets Gachiakuta meets Vox Machina - OP MC from the start with no magic [NOT ANTI-MAGIC], progressively gets even more OP - Harem relationships in the beginning, moderate fanservice (hate me), and strong romance subplot towards the end with only one girl - Multiple perspectives from multiple characters - Intricate plot, tons of world building, character building, backstories, and fighting - A long, ongoing story Author's note: This book is only available on Royal Road, Webnovel, Scribble Hub, Inkitt, Wattpad, and featured on Chereads as well for the time being. If you're reading it anywhere else, it is entirely without my permission.

[ Warning: Extremely Mature Content ] Betrayed by Heaven. Cast down to rot – big mistake. Cain was Heaven's executioner – the angel they sent when mercy was off the table. But when he killed the wrong angel, the archangels fabricated charges and threw him to Earth with his divine core shattered into a thousand pieces. They expected him to die in agony. Instead, he woke up with a system that offers him a path back to power: The Celestial Corruption System. The method? Seduce women and absorb their essence to rebuild his strength. From helpless and broken to supernatural enforcer, Cain claws his way through the hidden underworld – assassinations, faction wars, forbidden territories. Every mission brings him closer to power, and every woman he corrupts brings him one step closer to revenge. Vampire queens. Demon huntresses. Rival assassins. Witches playing dangerous games. Mob bosses' wives. The untouchable. The forbidden. The married. He'll seduce them all. Because Heaven wanted him to suffer and fade into nothing. Instead, they gave him exactly what he needed to become something far more dangerous than he ever was before. They should have made sure he stayed dead. --- What this book will have: An exceptional story and plot outside the R18 elements. A dark, ruthless anti-hero. Supernatural faction warfare. Lots of explosive R18 scenes. Warning again: This book contains Mature themes and vulgar language. Reader's Discretion advised.

Atlantis, Themyscira, and other cities have joined in the fight between Superman's One Earth Government and the Insurgency. The question is which side are they on?

This is a story about a reborn Immortal Emperor, who plays the fool to trick his enemies! The regrets of the past life will not be repeated in this life! If one day I become the Immortal Emperor, I shall ensure blossoms bloom profusely!

We all love Call of Duty ,well, who doesn’t? For Reever, it wasn’t just a game. It was his life’s battlefield, his digital home, and the one place where he could still feel young. After decades of dominance in the gaming world, Reever now ninety and bedridden receives an unexpected visit from the creators of Call of Duty: Ascend.EXE, the next-generation VR experience that blurs the line between player and soldier. They offer him the honor of being the very first to play. One final mission before death. Inside the simulation, his old instincts returned. The battlefield burned, drones screamed across the sky, and Reever fought like it was 2045 again. But as his real heart began to fail, the world dimmed and then a message appeared before his eyes: [YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE] CONTINUE PLAYING? [YES/NO] With his final breath, he clicked YES. Outside, his body flatlined. Inside, he woke in a cold, endless chamber filled with frozen soldiers avatars suspended mid-respawn. A metallic voice greeted him: “Welcome, Bot-067.” Now trapped inside the system, Reever must survive a world built from code, blood, and broken memories. Death no longer frees him it resets him. And as the system grows aware, he begins to wonder if he’s still playing the game… or if the game is now playing him.

A being above all, gets summoned to a magical world, of his own creation. A bored existence that cannot be called an “existence” anymore