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Julian Ashford was born into unimaginable wealth. As the sole heir of the Ashford Empire, he never had to worry about money. Then his parents died. Broken by grief, Julian stopped caring about the future. In only two months, he wasted over three billion dollars on parties, luxury, and meaningless distractions. Then the apocalypse arrived. The dead rose. Civilization collapsed. Food became priceless. The billionaire heir who once owned private islands was forced to beg for moldy bread and dirty water. Every day was a battle against hunger, monsters, and desperate survivors. When Julian finally believed he had found a friend, that friend smiled... and shoved him into a sea of zombies to save himself. As Julian was torn apart, only one thought remained: "If I had another chance... I would never trust anyone again." When he opened his eyes, he was back. It was the morning after his parents' funeral. Two months remained before the end of the world. This time, Julian would not waste his fortune. This time, he would prepare. Unknown to everyone, Julian awakens Genesis Space, a mysterious world the size of an entire planet where time cannot touch anything inside. Food never rots. Water never dries. Animals thrive. Crops flourish. With endless wealth, memories of the future, and a secret world that belongs only to him, Julian quietly prepares for the coming apocalypse. He has no intention of saving humanity. Those who betrayed him can die. Those who mocked him can suffer. Those who survive... survive by their own strength. But as terrifying zombies evolve into intelligent monsters and the truth behind the apocalypse slowly comes to light, Julian discovers that his second life may not follow the same path as his first. This time... The world itself is changing.

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

Alma Cruz moves to Barcelona to build a life of her own, not to fall for someone complicated. She keeps her head down, focuses on her goals, and avoids men who come with baggage. Gael Valdés is everything she should stay away from. Quiet, distant, and impossible to read, Gael has learned to keep his emotions under control after a past that left him afraid of attachment. Wanting someone is easy. Choosing them is not. Told through dual POV, Heirs of Want follows Alma and Gael as attraction grows in the spaces they try to keep closed between lectures, late nights, and moments they pretend don’t matter. Misunderstandings, jealousy, and unspoken fears push them apart just as much as desire pulls them together. This is a story about wanting someone when you’re not ready to choose them and what it costs when feelings are no longer enough. Book One of the Heirs Saga

At an academy where youth feels endless, three teenagers cross paths during a season that will never return. Between shared classrooms, quiet glances, and words left unsaid, their bond slowly turns into something fragile and complicated. As time moves forward and choices are made, love does not always grow the way they hoped. Some feelings are meant to bloom only once, and some seasons are never meant to last.

Synopsis After wrapping months of nonstop filming, A-list actress 'Su Long' finally collapses from exhaustion in her hotel room. But when she wakes up… she isn’t in the real world anymore. She has transmigrated into the very historical drama she just finished acting in. Even worse.... she’s not the heroine. She has become Su Long, the notorious evil wife of the powerful General Fu and the cruel stepmother of his two young sons. In the script, this woman’s ending is miserable; exposed, abandoned, and left to die alone. And she has awakened on the very day the Fu family is framed for treason, stripped of titles, and sentenced to exile. But unlike the original Su Long… this Su Long has a secret. A calm voice grants her a system, along with an infinite storage space a world within a world, filled with resources, tools, medicine, and endless potential. As guards escort the disgraced family toward exile, Su Long simply crosses her arms and smirks. > “Exile? Ha! I have an infinite space.” Determined to rewrite fate, she decides three things: 1- survive 2- protect her two little boys, including her in-laws 3- and turn the cold, indifferent General Fu into her little fan boy.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.] "Fuck, still so tight." That's the first thing I hear after dying. Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it. I have objections, so many objections. My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me. I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK??? By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you. It gets so much worse when I learn his name. Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking.. "Round two?" And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

A sudden crash shattered the children's laughter, ripping through the air like a scream. Then came another. And another. And another—each louder, more brutal than the last—until a heavy, haunting silence fell over the earth, as though some invisible force had declared the chaos over. It was as if peace had finally been restored, but at a cost too cruel to name. Even the angered sky seemed to have been appeased, its furious weeping quieting to a soft, mournful drizzle. All Theo felt was motion—violent, disorienting. He was being tossed around like a rag doll, weightless and helpless, until a pair of arms—strong, trembling—wrapped tightly around him. He assumed they belonged to the nanny. Then... nothing. Just silence. A void. The driver had been skilled. Trained. Experienced. But none of that mattered. The accident came anyway—unforgiving, unstoppable. How was a child supposed to understand what death looked like? How was he supposed to know that in that twisted, mangled wreck of steel and shattered glass, he was the only one still clinging to life—while his companions had slipped quietly, irreversibly, into the world beyond?

“In my first life, I was a brilliant student crushed by a broken system. In my second, I am a Princess marked for execution by her own husband.” Aenia died under the weight of expectations, only to wake up as Princess Anrianah, the "Ugly Weeper" of a treacherous empire. Her new life comes with a crown, a cold-blooded husband—the Crown Prince—and a target on her back. He doesn’t just hate her; he wants her dead. But Aenia is no longer the girl who breaks. Using her knowledge of psychology and shadow-strategy, she navigates a court of poison and politics. By day, she is the "Ugly" Princess; by night, she is Ae, a masked revolutionary changing the empire’s culture through forbidden books. As the Prince begins to fall for the mind he once tried to destroy, a darker conspiracy emerges. In a world of gilded cages and lethal secrets, Aenia must decide: Will she save the empire, or let it burn with her? Death was her beginning. The universe is her next target.

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.

"This is our master's house." "Ours. He's your master, now, too. Welcome home." A sequel to We Who Burned The Sky, available on Amazon under Amelia S. Ashcroft. We Who Sink Beneath The Sky is being serialized here for a limited time before its KDP release.

***DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A TRANSLATED WORK!!! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND VISITING THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR AND SUPPORT THEM!!! THEY HAVE OTHER AMAZING STUFF!!*** Synopsis: A 29-year-old adult in his previous life transmigrates into the body of a 14-year-old orphan. Asou Akiya puts his past behind him and cautiously embraces his new life. Is this a dangerous cursed world? He has no magic, no talent, and cannot see cursed spirits? But he has a mind. He understands the future plot development. Watch as an ordinary person without any cheat codes transforms into a sorcerer and embarks on the path of growth. In this group of sorcerers where everyone is a warrior, there will be one more anomaly. Betting his unregrettable youth, Asou Akiya offers a curse called "love" to the world. The weakest soul in all the jujutsu world raises his sword toward the strongest. This time, he will pluck the stars from the heavens and seize the moon itself. — Chinese title: 开局为神子献上名为“爱”的诅咒 Author：鱼危

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit. He does not believe in love. He does not want her. He has already lost too much. An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life. But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind. Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him. Hate twists into desire. Desire ignites into fierce passion. And passion threatens to become love. But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built? ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! #Slow burn #Spicy #Morally Gray ML #Adventure #Angst

When 'love' is forged from 'vengeance' and an obsession too twisted to imagine... In this psychological game between three morally gray souls, there is no longer any room for innocence. Ten years ago, Ren's entire world collapsed, shattering along with the retreating back of the person he loved the most. Ten years later, he returns as a powerful, cold-hearted tycoon, bringing with him a gilded cage prepared solely to imprison Yurin, the only light from his past that has now become the deepest stigma in his heart. Their reunion begins with a retribution thinly veiled in lust and coercion. Yet, their crumbling and distorted relationship is suddenly interrupted by the appearance of Zen, a young man who arrives with a flawless smile, unreadable eyes, and chilling secrets lurking in the shadows... When this chessboard has more than two players, and everyone wears a mask... Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? And who... is the true 'monster' hiding behind it all? "If this world... if love is going to be so cruel to me, then I will become a monster worthy of the hell you've given me."

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

On the day of her wedding, Evie Yong’s world shattered before her very eyes as her soon-to-be husband trashed all their past eight years of relationship by denying her at the altar, in the presence of everyone. Forced to watch her fiancé stolen, Evie couldn't believe her stepmother and stepsister dared to plot such a scheming plan to ruin her completely. Devastated and feeling betrayed, Evie had to come up with a quick option to save herself from all this mess, and that was when she had to flee away from her wedding in shame and soon figured out a plan to strike back in such a way that her enemies would be put into ruins, just as they once did to her earlier. ... “Mr. Brown, it seems we're both victims of circumstance. My groom has abandoned me for my sister, and your fiancée has run away. Why don't we turn this awkward situation into an opportunity?” She smiled boldly. “Let's get married, right here, right now!” Westley’s expression remained unreadable, but briefly, a hint of intrigue flickered in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, “You're suggesting we marry each other, and also we are complete strangers?” Evie nodded in confidence. “Why not? We're both clearly compatible, and this way, we can both save face and gain a partner, except for the fact that this will be a contract marriage of six months.” Westley's gaze lingered on hers as if sizing her up. Then, he nodded slowly. “Very well, let's do it.” ... “You're either very brave or very reckless to make such an attempt in picking me as your husband in public,” he said after the marriage. “If I didn't try, we wouldn't have figured out a way to get this opportunity.” She responded. …. He's an almighty giant of entrepreneurship, standing high among moguls. She was born out of wedlock and denied by her family. She's been fighting tooth and nail to make a name for herself in the cutthroat world of entertainment, refusing to let her illegitimacy define her destiny. Two strangers are brought together under one roof, but their newfound connection has dangerous people lurking around. While the world waited for news of their divorce, they were instead blindsided by a single post from the country’s most powerful man: "Whoever said we were getting divorced? Keep waiting; too bad you’ll be waiting forever." The Internet exploded and the entire town was confused. #Sweetheart #1v1 #Secretidentity #Genius #Quicksweetsatifyingrevenge #faceslapping

Death wasn’t supposed to come so suddenly. One moment, Amara was living her quiet, ordinary life. The next, she was thrust into a new existence she never asked for. Dropped into Forks, Washington months before Bella Swan’s arrival Amara awakens to an unfamiliar family, a familiar name, and powers she doesn’t quite understand. The world feels wrong, yet eerily recognizable, as though it’s following a script she half-remembers. As shadows stir and glittering predators lurk in the forest, Amara must navigate her second chance at life with caution, wit, and a stubborn will to survive. She may not know why she’s here, but one thing is certain her choices will change everything. Twilight is no longer the story you thought you knew.