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I Don't Want This Kind of System!!

Everly, a connoisseur of orphan-to-riches tropes, always assumed her origin story began with a dramatic abandonment at the orphanage gates. Turns out, her life was even more cliché than her favorite novels! She wasn't merely dumped; she was swapped—a long-lost heiress to a vast fortune. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more tropey, a mysterious System materialized, offering her a chance at a "good ending." The catch? Its "abilities" ranged from the utterly bizarre to the downright mortifying, making Everly question if a happy ending was truly worth the existential cringe. *** System 006: [Host, please choose 1 of these 3 system abilities!] Everly: "They're all weird! Let me just pick random!" System 006: [Hehe... host, I forgot to say that each system will have consequences, so something will happen to you when you use it...] Everly: "!!!" Days later, having been reunited with her biological family and experimenting with the System's... unique function, the consequence were already glaringly apparent. Her beloved brother: "My little sister is precious, but I need therapy to keep up with her alien-like thinking." Handsome man 1: "She's a pervert! I'm scared she'll take my innocence..." Handsome man 2: "Every time she talks, I feel like killing her. Is that normal?" NOTE: Please disconnect all logical circuits before proceeding with this novel, as it's an absolute chaotic comedy where the MC, Everly, has several screws loose in her brain. Don't expect much normalcy here—sanity checked out long ago and never came back.
callciel_rin · 68.7k Views

Thorns of Crimson

Elara Voss, the exiled blood mage known as the Crimson Exile, has spent sixteen years running from the world that cast her out at age seven. Her blood is a curse and a gift,constantly beading on her skin, a living reminder of the rare, forbidden power that makes her both hunted and feared. When she buys a cheap, isolated house in the Blackthorn Wood, she expects solitude. Instead, she finds a coffin filled with roses and a sleeping vampire prince who has been cursed for thirty thousand years. Valerian Noctis, last heir of a forgotten empire, awakens to a world that has moved on without him. His curse broken by Elara’s blood, he is bound to her in ways neither understands. Together, they are forced to flee the Circle,a rogue magical enforcement order that has hunted Valerian for millennia and now sees Elara as the key to something far greater. As they run, Elara gathers a crew of outcasts: the Thornless—loyal, broken, and dangerous. But trust is fragile. Secrets fester. And when the truth emerges,that Elara’s bloodline was engineered over generations to become the Wellspring, a living source of ultimate blood magic,the Circle’s true goal becomes clear. They want to claim her. They want to control her power. They want to end the world as they know it. With betrayal from within, hunters closing in, and Elara’s own blood turning against her, the crew must decide: fight for survival, or embrace the power that could destroy everything. In a world where every drop of blood is a weapon, loyalty is a lie, and power comes at the cost of everything you are,some thorns are meant to bleed.
Lummi_4280 · 5k Views

The Bride of the Storm Lord: Stormborne's Desire

In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.
Unique_A · 61.2k Views

Hellbound With The Vampire King

[WARNING:NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT] #Excerpts Serena felt his hand grasped her nether parts which was still covered by a thin layer of cloth. Her body resisted but the man did not have the slightest intention to let her go. Instead, thick fingers caressed her petals from the outside, causing a responding streak of pleasure zipped down inside her… The world seemed to have slow down to a crawl as she found herself experiencing a foreign and new enticing desire. "You were so brave when you offered yourself to me, but now look how shy you are acting." He said as he looked at her closed eyes, Serena opened her eyes and looked at him quizzically, her eyes glazed over with lust. And then he asked her something she never thought, a civilized man would ask. "Have you tried masturbating?" Innocent and well sheltered Serena kang lived her whole life as the perfect granddaughter, with the death of her mother,she is forced to believe that the cancer that killed her mother would soon get to her. before that happens Serena wanted by all means to get laid,all she wanted was a one night stand with someone she deemed worthy. but only on one condition,she wanted no commitment after the night. when she met Eiravyn Won, a mysterious and handsome man she was convinced at first glance that he was best fit for the job. Eiravyn Won is a coldhearted Vampire king with the sole aim to find his destined mate in the human realm, but what happens when he discovered that the mate he had been so desperately searching for was in fact a weak and fragile looking human. Will he succumb to the temptation of the mate bond and choose Serena as his queen or will Serena bright and innocent personality charm him into making her his queen? Will Serena be able to handle his darkness? _________ Serena will teach the cold hearted Eiravyn what it feels like to love and care for someone, Eiravyn will show Serena his kind of pleasure. Their completely different and parallel worlds will collide with the Secrets of Serena true identity and mystery being revealed, Eiravyn will fight for her and together they will make their own world a better place. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. IF AT ALL YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, YOU CAN SKIP THE CHAPTER AFTER THIS SIGN ***.
MimiDaniels_ · 69.1k Views

THORN BENEATH THE SILK

The first semester at VIT, Indore, was a humid cocktail of new freedoms and old anxieties. For Gangesh Verma and his band of brothers, it was about finding their footing, usually while tripping over each other. **Scene: The College Library - A supposedly quiet Wednesday afternoon.** Gangesh was buried in a thick book on Jurisprudence, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across the table, Sagar was using a copy of "Economic Theory" as a very expensive pillow, softly snoring. Aditya was scrolling through his phone, muttering under his breath. "Bhench— I mean, seriously? This guy's profile pic is a fish. A fish! How can you take a guy seriously whose greatest achievement is a photograph with a Rohu?" Karan leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Guys, I have a plan. A foolproof strategy to get Sagar through Professor Dixit's class without him ever waking up." Gangesh didn't look up. "Karan, your last 'foolproof strategy' to get canteen samosas for half-price ended with Aditya having to serenade the canteen aunty." "And it almost worked!" Aditya protested, his voice a little too loud for the library. A sharp "Shhh!" came from a nearby aisle. Karan waved it off. "Details, details. This is different. We get a voice recorder, record the lectures, and play them to him while he sleeps. Subconscious learning!" Sagar, without opening his eyes, mumbled, "If you play a lecture, I'll just have nightmares about supply-demand curves." He shifted his head to a more comfortable position on the book. Suddenly, a different sound cut through the quiet—not a shush, but a voice, clear, bold, and laced with impatience. "This is a library, not your personal dormitory. Some of us are actually here to work." They all turned. There she was. Anya Chauhan, standing with a stack of books balanced on her hip, her gaze fixed on their table. She was flanked by her friends. Suman stood just behind her shoulder, a look of pure, unadulterated scorn on her face that could curdle milk. Kusum was slightly behind, her gentle eyes wide with a mix of concern and second-hand embarrassment. Sandhya simply observed them all, her expression unreadable but her eyes missing nothing. Aditya shot up, his pride wounded. "Arre, we were just talking! This isn't a jail, you know." Suman took a half-step forward, her wit sharpened and ready. "The way you're using your brains, it might as well be. The silence is clearly bothering you." Gangesh closed his book with a definitive *thud*. The sound drew everyone's attention. He met Anya's gaze, his own calm but firm. This was his "lead" mode kicking in. "She's right. We were being loud. My apologies." He looked pointedly at Aditya and Karan. His pride wouldn't let him ignore a valid point, even from a rival. His principles demanded he acknowledge the fault. Anya's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing him. She had expected a fight, not a concession. Her pride wasn't satisfied with just an apology. "An apology doesn't magically restore the concentration you broke. Control your... circus." Her gaze swept over the snoring Sagar and the fuming Aditya. It was the word "circus" that did it. It wasn't just an insult to him, but to his friends. His loyalty flared. "We acknowledged our mistake," Gangesh said, his voice dropping, becoming quieter but more intense. "But insulting my friends crosses a line. You have your pride in your work, I have mine in my people. Let's leave it at that. Justice has been served with the apology. Don't push for more." The air crackled. It was no longer about library noise. It was a clash of ideologies. Her fierce protectiveness of her space and her friends' peace versus his principled loyalty to his own. Kusum, sensing the rising tension, gently touched Anya's arm. "Anya, let's go. We found the books we needed." Anya held Gangesh's stare for a second longer, a silent challenge issued and accepted. A small, almost imperceptible smirk from Suman showed she enjoyed the dismantling.
Rudra_Kumar_2983 · 6.4k Views