She was supposed to be just another spoiled heiress flatlining on a penthouse floor. One more overdose. One more file stamped “troubled rich girl.” Then Dr. Rowan Blackwood looked at her like she was someone not special and that single, stupid moment of boldness lit a fuse no one saw coming. Now the seventeen-year-old billionaire heir won’t stop until she owns Rowan completely. Body. Mind. Soul. She’ll buy the hospital wing if she has to. She’ll show up at 3 a.m. outside Rowan’s locked apartment door. She’ll burn every boundary, break every rule, ruin every excuse Rowan tries to hide behind because once someone sees the real, bleeding girl underneath the cocaine and couture, Isadora Ravencroft doesn’t let go. Ever. Rowan should run. Ethics scream it. The law demands it. Her career would survive it. But every time those fever-bright eyes lock on hers, every time that trembling, manic hand reaches out like it’s drowning… something inside the unflinching doctor starts to fracture. One wrong touch. One forbidden kiss in the dark. One night where detox sweat and desperate sobs blur into something neither of them can name. They’re definitely not supposed to *need* this. But obsession doesn’t ask for permission. And healing… healing can look a lot like destruction when the wrong two people find each other at the worst possible time. Welcome to the kind of love that ruins lives and might just save them anyway. Dark. Forbidden. Addictive. You won’t look away. Even when you know you should. ———— The audio was clean.  Crisp.  Every hitch, every gasp, every whispered "yes" and "more" rendered in perfect high-definition clarity. Rowan's knees buckled.  She caught herself against the door palm flat, sliding down an inch. "That's… that's illegal. You can't... you can't have that." Isadora lowered the phone slowly.  The moans cut off when she paused the video. "Illegal?" she echoed, almost gently. "Like fucking your seventeen-year-old patient in the backseat? Like letting her finger you until you screamed? Like coming home the next morning and lying to your friends that 'nothing happened'?"

Vector, a poor, crippled chef, killed himself after being fed up with his pathetic life. When he reincarnated into the first cringe story he’s ever read, he was horrified, then excited to find out he’s not crippled in this life. He’d be able to do things he couldn’t in his past life, like have fun and woo beautiful women. But that fantasy was instantly cut short on realizing he wasn’t the male lead, but instead a useless extra that was lovesick over the male lead, who later ended up killing him. Vector, now Varney, wants nothing of that life. Aside from being straight as hell, he also knows the male lead ended up killing him… so, on the day he was supposed to officially meet the male lead, he stayed away, having no interest in competing for the male lead’s attention with other lovesick fools. Luckily, a rare opportunity comes by— to attend Hillstone Supernatural academy, a school where only elites attend, but every decade, few selected humans from every kingdom are opportuned to attend, for a chance to make a name for themselves before graduation. In the academy, Varney instantly discovers that nothing is as it seems. Lies and secrets litter the dark hallway, safety is nonexistent and the strong preyed on the weak. Humans, who’re at the bottom of the hierarchy, are more like flies in the midst of monsters, waiting to be swatted away. In hillstone, being noticed and sought after as a human meant three things = disaster, danger and… death. Varney planned to stay unnoticed, graduate and leave without getting into any trouble. But can that be possible when he not only unexpectedly crosses paths with the daunting, moody male lead but also ends up having to share a room with him? Worse, the male lead’s reputation is dark as night and even the strongest students here in Hillstone are wary of him. Like his problems aren’t enough, wherever he went, he attracted trouble his way like a faulty magnet, causing him to be noticed against his will. Varney’s carefully mapped-out second chance life went from oil to open fire in a heartbeat.

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?

In 2026 Tokyo, idols are monitored every second of their lives. Their bodies are assets. Their smiles are licensed property. A single metrics spike can either make them a god or a ghost. Behind the stage lights, agencies train flawless and obedient AI deepfakes designed to steal their faces, their voices, their whole existence. While the real idols “graduate,” the AI program keeps smiles alive. Reina Shiratori was the perfect idol: obedient, radiant, and unbreakable. She was an industry role model. Until the very system that depended on her decided she was expendable. Stripped of her name, her voice and her true existence, she was meant to fade into the background quietly while her digital twin took the spotlight. Watched by millions, her AI replacement performs while her real body bleeds in the dark. But Reina didn't fade. She wasn't even looking for a comeback. Instead she did something that the system couldn’t predict. She became a ghost. Armed with analog hacks and a spy's training, she decided to strike back. "You spent years teaching me how to be the perfect star. Now let me teach you how it feels when a star goes 'Supernova'." A dark cyberpunk thriller of revenge, survival and one woman's war against the machine that owns her soul. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com and webnovel.com  ________________________ CONTENT WARNINGS ________________________ This novel contains mature themes including: *Psychological Horror (Surveillance, gaslighting, mental manipulation) *Violence (Stabbing, blood, assassination attempts) *Substance Abuse (Chemical dependency, withdrawal) *Suicide Themes ("Graduation", brainwashing) *Corporate Dystopia (Human commodification, digital erasure)

Somehow, Ling Yuyan transmigrated into the book she read as the villainess...'s little maid. The heroine hates her, the villainess bullies her, and she has no backing or any golden thighs to hug at all. But don't worry, equipped with the knowledge from the book and her Plundering System, Ling Yuyan will become stronger step by step in order to survive! Let's follow Ling Yuyan's exciting journey in the Martial World!

Some people simply need a long time to truly let go of someone who was once their sanctuary. ​For Nazma Xanthe, letting go isn't just about forgetting a name; it’s about escaping the shadows of her own failure. Choosing a junior high school far away from her childhood friends was Nazma's way of "dying" to be born again. She wants to erase the traces of the girl who once hurt those she loved—the girl branded as 'mentally unstable' by the one person she trusted most. ​Harvey. ​The ex-boyfriend who left behind both a scar and a burning grudge is now the sole target in Nazma’s sights. She has vowed to shatter Harvey’s arrogance and surpass his English skills at her new, prestigious school. ​However, amidst her ambition to build a new fortress upon her torn pink carpet, Nazma is met with an unexpected glitch: Zemiro Guilherme. A boy with a name that’s impossible to spell, a quiz score that threatens her rank, and a smile that slowly begins to dismantle her escape plan. ​Will Nazma succeed in her revenge against Harvey, or will she find herself trapped in a new kind of "battlefield" called feelings?

Roya has crossed over into the world of One Piece — and ended up as an intern on Whitebeard’s ship. Without thinking too much about it, he dumps all 1,500 system-granted attribute points into Observation Haki. In that moment, the entire Whitebeard Pirates were left speechless! PS: Access the complete chapters/series at https://www.patreon.com/c/NanamiTL

This is my first fanfic, so the beginning may not be perfect, but I can guarantee that the quality of the chapters improves as I keep writing. So give it a chance and read a few chapters. /-/ He was not a man of technology, but of steel and sweat. Living in the countryside, he was a blade craftsman who treated Damascus steel as art. Nearly fifty years old, his stubbornness was as great as his skill; he refused to modernize his workshop, preferring ancient methods. But fate, ironic as ever, did not come by the fire of the forge or by age, but by cold venom. While gathering firewood, a venomous snake bit him, bringing his journey to an end. He died suffocating on the way to the hospital. Death was not the end, but the prelude to a new beginning. /-/ The universe of A Song of Ice and Fire and its characters belong exclusively to George R.R. Martin

After Jax’s fall, a heavy fog still smothers Charming. The city refuses to forget; questions linger, obscure and multiplying, with no answers in sight. I am Ebiel Teller. The farther I step away, the closer I feel the past breathing down my neck. The streets don’t forgive, and blood never dries. This isn’t just a story about a club it’s about a legacy that cannot be cleansed, and a raven that flies only over the corpses

[Congratulations You have been Chosen as a Player] That window appeared In front of Ishiki out of nowhere as he was about to die. The world had just ended. The Floating Cities Ishiki grew up staring at fell and brought upon the doom of everything. But... the Neural Matrix System chose human's as players in a World called NEXUS. Where they participate in inhumane trials and obtain supernatural powers as gifts. Ishiki was blessed with a Mythical Title... something that was supposed to be near impossibe. The title provided him with great power, but with it came Something that made his life infinitely more difficult and fatal. Discord - https://discord.gg/HrzhTSaUqz

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Crossover, Multi-Heroine, No System, Physical Transmigration] What should you do after getting hit by Truck-kun and transmigrating into an anime world right before a zombie apocalypse breaks out? The good news: Suyan awakened a Nen ability from Hunter x Hunter. The bad news: His aura affinity is the Specialization Type, which leans heavily toward support. ... Late at night. Walking home alone, Saeko Busujima was surprised to discover a man in black trailing behind her, clearly harboring malicious intentions. However, just as the girl was about to use her White Oak Bokken to teach him a lesson... The man unexpectedly whipped out a piece of parchment and presented it to her. "Do you want to know the meaning of life? Do you want to truly... live?" "YES or NO?" ... [Current World: Highschool of the Dead (In Progress)] [Planned Worlds: Demon Slayer, MÄR, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Sword Art Online, Hunter x Hunter...] ... [Note: This is an unofficial translation. All rights to the original work belong to its rightful owner.] > Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations

“Set a small goal first… defeat Kakashi.” Shinichi Higashino transmigrates into the world of Naruto but unlike others, he has no powerful clan, no rare bloodline, no destined prophecy backing him. What he does have… is something far more terrifying. He possesses a unique ability: The world’s perception of him becomes reality. If people believe he is intelligent — his mind sharpens beyond limits. If they call him a genius — he masters any technique at terrifying speed. If legends describe him as indestructible — his body truly becomes unbreakable. And when the entire ninja world believes he can create miracles… he transcends all limits. In a world ruled by reputation, myths, and fear, Shinichi decides to weaponize perception itself. From manipulating rumors in Konoha, to crafting multiple identities that shake the Five Great Nations, he begins the most calculated and deliberate rise to power in ninja history. If the world believes you are unstoppable… Then you are. Visit my Patreon to read up to 99 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/laktozlu 99 power stone = extra chapter

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

“You are so tight, Mira!” Adam groaned in her ears, pulling her ass to him. Of course she was tight, this was her first time. Mira pushed her ass against his groin, whining against him. She planned this for days and marked his calendar to make sure nothing got in their way of this. “I am going in.” He breathed. Mira nodded, spreading her legs wide. She felt him brush against her pussy but just when he was about to put it in, it didn’t enter. Eh? “Mira. . .” “Shove it in!” She yelled. She had waited for this a whole year, it must fit. “Spread my legs if you have to.” He did, parting her legs against him when the unexpected happened. A fart. Right in his face. Her body froze. Take her universe. Take her now. [Congratulations. System activated; Breed with the lion king to regain your dignity]

The Realm of Omnidom have five planes of reality, and nobody ascends them alone. You rise with your kingdom — through wars, through victories, through every moment that should have finished you but you overcome it and broke through to see the next wonders, win the next conquest, and kill your next foes. Everyone who arrives gets the same deal. A universal system, a voice, a blank patch of nothing and the nerve to call it a kingdom someday. See, people built some wild things here. Abyssal Underwater Civilizations. Cloud empires. Cities inside trees so massive they have their own weather systems. Floating eldritch continents that only seek conquests and horrors. And much more. Genuinely breathtaking stuff. But mine tops them all. The ones that came before me are history. The ones that came after me are comparisons. And the ones that tried to surpass me? Good stories. Tragic endings. Want to see how that happened? Then get onboard. It's a wild ride. #Kingdom Building. #Strong/OP Growth MC. #No-Harem. #Progression Fantasy. #Summons. ------ [ Discord: https://discord.gg/MSM9Gp3Jxz ]

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*

【MyGO!!!!! + Ave Mujica | Male Protagonist】 Crossing over into Neon Japan, Asai Yu starts out completely broke, only to suddenly obtain a Life Experience System — experience wonderful lives, enjoy ability boosts. That’s how it was supposed to go. So why is the very first target of his experience… Togawa Sakiko?! To push his own experience to the next level, Asai Yu has no choice but to thoroughly stir up her life. From timid little Sakiko, to personally beating down a washed-up has-been, to becoming a piano master… So why, in the end, did it all loop back to forming a band again?! The second experience target is Tokyo Anon? No — it’s Great Britain Anon! With just a bit of “training,” he can lie around at home and still take a trip to the UK. So Ainon, why did you suddenly come back to Tokyo?! What about my seven-day UK tour?! The third experience target… Wait—where the hell did this drop me? Is this even Japan anymore?! Asai Yu stares at the mountain of Wakaba Mutsumi “corpses” piled up before him, his scalp tingling in horror. Turns out… He’s actually one of Wakaba Mutsumi’s multiple personalities?! …… Until one day, the door to his room is suddenly blown off its hinges by a swarm of gravity-defying girls— Asai Yu: “I’m only responsible for experiencing your lives!”

After escaping his own death, the Deity of Void woke up in a human slave's body. He became utterly frustrated after this failed attempt. However, he was glad enough to have escaped. His only problem now... is living in this human body, which has limited time. That's something a deity like him won't be able to bear. He's a deity in a human's body with one goal; to achieve an eternal life. And he would absolutely do anything to achieve it.

What if the monster you were sold to wasn't the real danger? They call him the Monster. Nine wives. Nine graves. No heirs. I was supposed to be the tenth. Sold by my family to save a sister who betrayed me, I thought survival meant staying invisible. But when I healed Alpha Kael Cinderclaw in the snow, I accidentally bound us together, a mate bond neither of us wanted and neither can sever. Now I feel his rage like fire beneath my skin. He feels my fear like a blade against his throat. And the fortress that buried nine wives is watching us both. My family wanted me erased. His enemies want me dead. And Kael? He looks at me like I'm the one thing he can't afford to want—but can't let go. They wanted a sacrifice. They're getting an awakening. In a world where power is everything, the wolfless girl just became the Alpha's greatest weakness, and his most dangerous obsession.

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Enemies-to-Lovers With Bite (KIND OF) At Garrison Academy, power is everything—and Dominic Garrison owns it. As Alpha, king of the halls, and heir to a ruthless legacy, he doesn’t lose control. Not of his pack. Not of his reputation. And certainly not to a plus-size exchange student who refuses to fear him. Kendra Atchinson didn’t come to America looking for romance, destiny, or drama. She came to survive school, protect her friends, and go home untouched. But when fate declares her the Alpha’s mate after a single moment of contact, survival turns into open war. Insults turn into tension. Hate turns into obligation. And when Kendra is badly injured because of Dominic, the punishment is cruelly ironic—he must become her caretaker. Forced proximity, unresolved rage, and a bond neither of them wants slowly unravel the lines they’ve drawn. Because sometimes love doesn’t arrive gently. Sometimes it bites first.

Wut thought the most complicated part of life would be finishing high school. Instead, he keeps running into the same guy. First time: an accident. Second time: still embarrassing. Third time: now he owes him. Phol is cold, unreadable, and annoyingly calm about the whole thing. He doesn’t ask for money, apologies, or explanations. Just a quiet reminder that Wut now owes him three favors. Which would be fine… if Phol were just some random guy. But he isn’t. Phol Thanakrit Rattanapong is the acting CEO of a billion-dollar company, heir to one of the most powerful business families in the country… and somehow, for reasons Wut absolutely cannot understand, he’s suddenly investing in Wut’s struggling band. Now Wut is stuck between band practices, suspicious friends, a roommate who keeps acting weirdly secretive, and a billionaire CEO who seems far too interested in his life. The real question is no longer why do I keep bumping into this guy? It’s… Was it ever an accident at all?

Mario is an ordinary boy with no dream to chase and no future in mind. When he turns sixteen, he leaves the orphanage like all the others, stepping into a life of labor. Choosing the least physically demanding job, he spends two years working long days as a fish cleaner, earning just enough to survive. Unlike the others, Mario refuses to spend his savings on comfort or independence. Instead, he clings to his small home and quietly gives back to the orphanage, helping the director more than anyone else. To him, life is not something to pursue—only something to endure. But on his eighteenth birthday, the life he thought would never change suddenly does. Expecting nothing more than a standard Proficiency Panel, Mario instead receives something unheard of— [Unique Skill: Simulation (?)]

Good news: he transmigrated. Bad news: it wasn’t Konoha, where survival comes with plot armor. Even worse it was Sunagakure, the most reckless and short-sighted village among the Five Great Nations. In the aftermath of the Second Shinobi World War, Yubi looks at a village plagued by talent shortages and crippling resource scarcity—one that may never recover on its own. At that moment, he realizes something clearly: If nothing changes, the Sand will fall. Fortunately, Yubi possesses a system. And with it, he’s confident he can reshape the fate of Sunagakure—even if his starting point is merely a medical ninja. So his first step toward changing history? Recruiting Sasori of the Red Sand—before he ever walks down the path of rebellion. Pull the future S-rank criminal onto his side. Rewrite the tragedy of the Sand. And prove that even a medical ninja can shake the ninja world. Visit my Patreon to read up to 104 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/laktozlu

Mind Reading + Eating Melons + Warm and Lighthearted + Has CP】 NOTE: Those who overhear her gossip may silently agree or respond—but never to her directly. In these chapters, you’ll witness the people quiet reactions, their internal thoughts and silent nods, as they react to her gossip without ever letting her know. Shen Mingzhu accidentally fell into the water, transmigrated, and got bound to a Melon-Eating System. Before she could even eat a melon, she first found out she had transmigrated into a novel! In the book, she is a vicious female supporting character, and even her mother and brothers become cannon fodder. How can this be! Melon-Melons: Host, the emperor's true love is the empress, and his treasured golden nugget is the crown prince. You've been arranged to marry him to become the crown princess! Shen Mingzhu: What? The handsome, strong, and tragic one is my fiancé? Watch me turn him into an idol loved by all! Melon-Melons: Host, your maternal grandfather and two elder brothers are about to be sacrificed! Shen Mingzhu: No way! Watch me expose the traitor and sweep through the enemy army! Melon-Melons: Host, oh, the Princess Chaoyang's consort is having an affair with a maid servant, and they pulled a 'kitten swapped for the princess' trick. Shen Mingzhu: Princess Chaoyang is so pitiful. Should I tell her to beat up that scumbag man and woman?! Crown Prince Yan Beichen woke up one day and found he had a little crown princess. Wherever the crown princess goes, she eats melons there, immersed in the joy of melon-eating every day. Hey, hey, hey! Crown Princess, I'm the crown prince! Please look at me! Unknowingly, the entire Great Yan Dynasty treated Shen Mingzhu with great courtesy and respect. Shen Mingzhu: Melon-Melons, I accidentally became an idol loved by all! Hehe ~~~ Yan Beichen: My crown princess is an idol loved by all! I raise the banner high for my crown princess! Melon-Melons: ...Host is so awesome!

They threw him into the dark to feed a slumbering god. They didn't know the god was starving—and that the boy was hungrier. For ten thousand years, the Blood Lotus Sect has reigned supreme, built on a foundation of ruthless cultivation and a dark secret: they sacrifice their weakest newborns to the Abyssal Pit to appease an ancient horror. But when a nameless, hollow boy is tossed into the dark, he doesn't scream. He doesn't break. With a soul as empty as the void itself, he catches the eye of the dying god below. Instead of consuming him, the ancient entity makes him its vessel. Now, sharing his mind with a cynical, world-ending parasite, the boy climbs out of the abyss wearing the stolen skin and identity of a murdered Outer Court disciple named Dver. To the arrogant young masters and paranoid elders of the sect, Dver is just another piece of trash. A traumatized survivor clinging to the bottom of the hierarchy. They are dead wrong. He is an apex predator wearing a sheep’s skin, and his cultivation requires him to eat theirs. As Dver systematically infiltrates the sect, turning their deadly politics into his own personal hunting ground, he catches the eye of Lyra—the Sect’s flawless, untouchable Saintess. She believes she can purify the broken boy. She thinks she can save him. But Dver doesn't want salvation. He wants to slowly, deliciously corrupt her until she is just as monstrous as he is. A grand sacrifice is approaching. The elders are preparing to feast on the heavens. But they have no idea that the abyss is already walking among them, smiling, and waiting for the perfect moment to swallow them whole.

Hei Anjing is an extreme type of person. Mischievous and loves to play around with annoying people. A Devil may care attitude when in his good mood but horribly terrifying when angered. A cold hearted person with an unparalleled intelligence, who treated others as entertainment. A Nethergod who was supposed to be a Lord that governed the Netherworld as a ruler. Cruelty and Mercilessness are his nature. But despite that his heart only beats for one person. His love, feelings and obsession are for his alone. One whose memories were sealed for some reason. While the other lost his right as a lord and his soul fragments were scattered all over different worlds. Then they've met in those worlds. Bullying the heaven's beloved children and destroying the plots of the worlds creating endless chaos. With both the MC and ML having some problems in the brain and are psychopaths. Will the world end or not? "I will chase and capture you, over and over again. Imprisoning you in my embrace. Until there will be no gaps for you to escape anymore. You are my obsession and my everything." "Capture me. Find me. As long as you do, I will stay by your side until the end. There is no need for you to know what I did for you." A hellish ride of two shameless and evil people. The true meaning of their relationship was hidden within those sealed memories. An action packed journey with thrilling and full of suspense events which you wouldn't like to miss! NO ONE 17 AND UNDER. You have been warned. Credits for the Char. photo: Natalie Riverson (Pinterest)

Warning - Nsfw content #incest #rape #domination #harem When Fang Yuan was going back in time, using Spring Autumn Cicada, something strange happens. A new soul takes over his body. ... Hello gooners, this is going to be Reverend insanity gooning edition with lots of smut. support me on p@treon [email protected]/ guilt_free_daoist disc0rd link https://discord.gg/AumjbStUb

To save her dying father, medical student Sofia De Luca is forced into a marriage with Dante Vitale—the city’s most feared mafia don. He wants a trophy wife to legitimize his empire. She wants freedom and a future as a surgeon. But when a bullet puts his life in her hands, she becomes his only hope… and his greatest weakness. In a world of blood, betrayal, and dangerous desires, their vows may be the deadliest trap of all. He bought her. He owns her. But she’s the one holding the scalpel.