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Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

Getting shoved into a horde of zombies by a group of spineless survivors was not how Hana expected to die. Then again, neither was dying as the most notorious villainess among them—the kind who used people without hesitation and discarded them just as easily. An unflashy, pathetic end. She deserved it… didn’t she? But the universe wasn’t done with her yet. Hana wakes up in a completely different world with a system notification she can’t ignore: Karma Points: -1,250,000 To survive past one month, she must bring it back to zero. No shortcuts. No cheats. No killing. Just… being a ‘good’ person. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, during her quests, she keeps picking up strays—dangerous, powerful, clingy strays. “Hana, you need to pay attention to me today.” The dragon beastman murmured, crowding into her space. “No way, Hana promised to cuddle me,” the nine-tailed fox added sweetly, offering her a flower. “What nonsense? Hana said she would fly with me,” the falcon beastman cut in, wings twitching. “You’re all delusional.” The snow leopard beastman scoffed, tail flicking lazily. “Hana already made plans with me.” Hana this, Hana that, Hana blah, blah and blah! Hana pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. Saving her karma might be possible. But surviving them? That might be the real challenge. And the system was definitely not helping.
Author_fredah · 201.2k Views

Her Comeback Was His Sentence.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 60.5k Views

Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 818.5k Views

Knotted By The Three Feral Alphas

Framed for poisoning Lila (her sister) at the full-moon feast, Elena lost everything in one night. Her name, her pack, her future. The Shadowpine alphas sentenced her to death by exile. They chained her and shipped her north as tribute to the Blackthorn brothers; three feral lycan kings whose wolves had already started turning rogue. Darius, Kane, and Rylan Blackthorn rule the Frostfang territories with blood on their hands. Twenty years ago their father raped a witch’s daughter. The curse that followed branded the brothers: without a true fated mate their wolves would drive them mad in six months and force them to slaughter every living thing in the North. Elena is that mate. The second she steps into their hall the bond snaps tight. They knot her that same night, hard and without mercy, because the curse leaves them no choice. What starts as captivity turns into something darker. Elena carries latent alpha blood her pack hid from her. The bond wakes it. She learns to shift just enough to command their wolves when they lose control. She learns to want the violence they offer. She stops fighting the heat and starts using it. She walks back into Shadowpine with the brothers at her back and slits her father’s throat herself. ============================ The witch returns demanding Elena’s firstborn as payment. Pregnancy nearly kills her. Rival packs smell weakness and march north. Through it all the three alphas stay possessive, brutal, and unapologetic. They never soften into safe men. Elena never asks them to. She chooses them because they are the only ones strong enough to stand beside the queen she becomes. Knotted by the Three Feral Alphas is dark reverse-harem lycan romance that stays dark. No redemption arcs that erase the teeth. Just one woman who rises from chained prisoner to ruler of the frozen North while three cursed kings knot her, fight for her, and burn the world that tried to break her. WARNING!! MATURE AND 18+ CONTENT! THIS BOOK CONTAINS BRAVE NUDITY AND VOILENCE! VIEWER DESCRIPTION IS ADVISED!!! This book contains mature and potentially distressing scenes which are intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for person under the age of 18. You will come across depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, grief, trauma and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These scenes are intentionally created and are necessary to the characters' journeys.
TheRunesmith · 46.3k Views

The Devil's obsession with the Heiress

[Warning: Mature content | Dark romance] Aliana Vanderbilt is the witty, fierce heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She always lived life on her own terms, until one fateful night changed everything. After a brutal accident involving a "lost child" that only she could see, Aliana woke to a terrifying new reality. By day, she is haunted by restless spirits. By night, she is consumed by vivid, steamy dreams of a mysterious man with icy blue eyes. Her search for a solution comes to an abrupt halt when she finally comes face-to-face with Gavriel Valentine. An enigmatic man sitting at the pinnacle of a rival business empire. He is dominating, dangerous, and everything Aliana should avoid. Yet, he alone possesses the power to end her misery. Whenever she is near him, the ghosts vanish. Driven by a desperate need for peace, Aliana bulldozes into Gavriel’s life with a scandalous demand. However, what she does not expect is his counter-offer… that she must marry him. What happens when two strong-headed personalities are tied together in a sacred union? Will they find peace, or will it spell disaster? ..... Excerpt: “I warned you, didn’t I, Aliana?” His deep, masculine voice reverberated through the air like silk. Her name rolled off his sinful lips so seductively that it made her want to roll her eyes in reluctant delight. That thought alone made her brows knit in confusion until she heard him continue, “You step into my world, and I will ruin you in ways you never imagined.” Aliana shivered, not only at the warning he had given her far too many times, but also at the way his icy blue eyes pierced her so intensely that it felt as though she might burn and freeze all at once. Ignoring her thrumming heartbeat, she drew in a sharp breath and replied, “You did… but didn’t I say there is nothing I love more than a challenge? If you’re going to ruin me, Gavriel, at least make sure you’re the only one left standing when the dust settles.” His eyes widened ever so slightly before he rose from his armchair and padded across the carpet to stand right before her. The moment his fingers lifted to touch her chin, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine as he leaned in and said, “You want to play a dangerous game, Aliana…. and make no mistake, this devil loves to play.” Tilting her chin closer to his face, he whispered, “So here’s my offer, Aliana…. marry me.” .... The book cover is mine, don't use it.
Eva_Moon04 · 223k Views

REBORN TO MARRY THE RUTHLESS SCHEMING BILLIONAIRE

SYNOPSIS They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend but what happens when that friend becomes an enemy you cannot escape? Fiona Brett's rise as a promising actress is abruptly derailed when her parents, desperate to save the family from financial ruin, accept a marriage proposal on her behalf from a man she barely knows. Forced to shoulder the burden of her family’s survival, Fiona is compelled to sacrifice her own dreams. Seeking solace, she turns to the love of her life, Alexander only to discover him entangled with her own sister. Betrayed and heartbroken, Fiona meets a tragic end at the hands of those she trusted most. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn on the very day everything fell apart, Fiona awakens with a burning resolve: revenge. Determined to reclaim her life, she strikes a dangerous deal with her fiancé, a pact laced with thorns and unforeseen consequences. As her past wounds begin to heal, Fiona finds her heart ensnared deeper than ever by Manson’s dangerous game yet even he is unaware that he, too, has been caught in its snare. Together, they step into a world far darker than Fiona could have imagined: a world of deception, hidden truths, ruthless manipulators, and long-burried sins. She soon realizes that the game she thought was hers alone is far larger than any personal vengeance, orchestrated by forces far beyond Manson, herself, or any other player. In a tangled web of greed, betrayal, and power, one question remains: who will emerge victorious?
CleoAtré · 27k Views

A Badboy Love

WARNING NOTICE: The story is R18 , no one 17 or under should read this. Luca gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire, and Melissa felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with need, with a sharp movement he take off his clothes, leaned closer to her lips. She smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, that was a only full sentence she spoke. He chuckled, the sound low and rough, and his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss deepening, becoming more intense. His fingers slid between her legs, parting her, finding the wet heat of her, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet him. "Luca," she whispered, his name a prayer, a plea, a promise. He growled, his hips surging forward, his p*nis pressing against her entrance playful, she felt a rush of excitement, of anticipation. He was ready , he was going to take her, to claim her, to make her his, and she was ready to let him, to surrender to the desire that burned between them. His mouth traced a path of fire from her lips to her throat, to the swell of her breast. His hands learned her, worshiped her, drawing gasps and sighs that were her only language, every touch was a confession, every kiss a vow. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, devastating fullness that made her cry out, her eyes flying open to find his gaze locked on hers, she never imagined the pain, in a sure motion he thrust into her slowly, let her accommodate the size of his C*ck, she screamed with a feeling of unfamiliar pain ,building up something inside of her. Even though her eyes , flickered tears ,her moans was evident of what she's starting to feel as she arched off the bed. The shock had melted into something raw and open, a vulnerability she knew he showed no one else. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. "*Solo a me.*" Only at me. And she did, his eyes staring hers, as their bodies began to move in a rhythm as old as time, their gazes held. It was more intimate than the joining of their bodies. It was a soul-deep recognition. DEAR READERS, YOUR COMMENTS AND REVIEWS MEANS EVERYTHING. HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE STORY CHAPTERS.
Ivynmelody · 35.1k Views

I Transmigrated into a novel i called stupid: Cold CEO Contract Bride

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.
Ruby0 · 21.3k Views

She is the Side Character! — Watch Her Change her fate!

997 signed a contract with a newbie host named Ah Chen, and even coaxed (strikethrough) them into a permanent bind. Soon, it was discovered that the seemingly obedient and honest new host had two faces. The 1st World: She transmigrated into a Princely Heir disguised as a man, with her father, a different-surnamed king, about to rebel. In the end, their family failed and was annihilated. At the critical moment, Ah Chen decisively knocked her father unconscious with a karate chop. Rebellion? Not possible. To prevent her father from causing trouble and implicating the family, she brewed a delicious mushroom soup, allowing him to spend the rest of his life capturing small men to pass the time. The Emperor: I heard someone was rebelling. I set up an inescapable net and waited all night. May I ask where the rebels are? The 2nd World: A big star used her resources to support a scumbag, only to be ruined by him in the end? Ah Chen stated that with her presence, there was no way the ungrateful scumbag could ever make a name for himself. The one to lose reputation and status could only be him. The 3rd World: On the wedding night, the groom ran away, leaving behind an entire family for her to serve? Ah Chen smiled with curved brows, "Meet the fierce daughter-in-law!" …… 997 gradually accepted his fate until one day he discovered another secret of the host, and he was greatly shocked! 997: Host, you're making me feel very unfamiliar. Ah Chen: You'll get more familiar with time. 997: …… [1v1, male lead fragment, ultimate romance, some worlds might not appear due to settings]
Rong 11 · 547.6k Views