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Be The Anchor To My Striker

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).
NSCHAN · 308.7k Views

Beta Complex

Ethan is a hard working and dedicated beta who dropped out of college to help his mother's restaurant succeed. Unable to sense pheromones like an omega or an alpha, he's set to live a normal life with no complaints. However, after helping a dominant alpha named Zander not once, but twice, Ethan finds himself at the center of his attention. Between a needy alpha and taking care of his mother's restaurant, Ethan finds his hands full. It only gets worse when an illegal drug emerges, transforming regular betas into a different dynamic. As society battles the controversy of this new ‘medicine’, all Ethan wants to do is go back to his normal life, but he doubts Zander will ever let him go as his obsession reaches new heights. *** Ethan crouches down and lifts his hand to the man's face only for him to be slapped away. “I said fuck off.” Ethan ignores him and reaches for his face again. When the man goes to slap him, Ethan is prepared. He grabs his other hand, and then grabs a fistful of his sweat soaked hair and yanks it up. The man groans, eyes clenched shut. “Dang, they really beat you huh?” Ethan murmurs. His left cheek has a deep cut that bleeds, his nose is swollen and bruised, and blood drips from out of his hair. The man opens his eyes with a wince and pauses as Ethan continues to assess his injuries. “Probably need stitches.” Done with his examination, Ethan finally looks him in the eyes. “Oh.” He says in surprise. The man's eyes are a bright green, almost glowing in the dark alleyway. How pretty. “You a beta?” The guy asks, his voice hoarse, his gaze glued to Ethan’s face. “Well, you certainly aren't one.” Ethan frowns at the purple ring around the green of his iris. He's an alpha alright. A dominant alpha. “You a beta?” The alpha asks again. Ethan drops his hand from the man's hair, letting it flop back down and covering his deep green eyes. “Yes, I'm a beta.” Ethan answers.
faketears · 182.2k Views

OMEGA'S WOVEN SCARS

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.
KairalKateri · 46.2k Views

(BL)Transmigrated: From Third Rate Villain to Queen of Brothels!

Lollipop was many things: gorgeous, ruthless, and arguably the most expensive night escort in the city. But being stabbed in the back—literally—by a delusional ex-client was not how he planned to end his reign. One moment he was sprawled in blood and rain, and the next… he wakes up in a gilded four-poster bed, dressed like a Victorian porcelain doll. Now in the body of Rosalee Florenzia, a delicate "girl" from a disgraced noble house, Lollipop discovers he's transmigrated into the world of a romance otome game he's played (and mocked) dozens of times. The twist? He’s not the heroine. Not even the villainess. He’s a third-rate lackey—a minor background character meant to prance prettily and maybe get publicly humiliated once or twice before dying altogether along with his cold hearted "family". Except this time, the character is him. In a society where gender is more fluid than wine at a noble banquet, Lollipop learns that he's now a Second—a rare gender capable of pregnancy and seduction regardless of how they present. Raised as a girl by scheming parents and trained to seduce the Crown Prince, Rosalee is stuck in a game of power and manipulation where even the villainess has villainesses. Worse? The villainess knows everything about Rosalee—including that Rosalee’s own family plans to use him to outshine her—and she’s using that as leverage to bend him to her will. Thrown out by his “new” family, Rosalee does the only thing he knows how to do: survive. By charm. By scandal. By crawling his way back into high society... and maybe into a few rich men's beds. But nothing is easy when the love interests—the golden Crown Prince, the aloof Duke's son, the ethereal High Priest, and even the dangerous leader of the Dark Guild—start looking his way. Lollipop isn't trying to win their hearts—hell, he’s not even supposed to be on the board! But his luscious curves, foul mouth, and unmatched seduction skills start shaking the very structure of this once-rigid fairytale. With a mirror in one hand and a dagger in the other, Rosalee must navigate blackmail, backstabbing, and ballroom politics—because this isn’t just a game anymore. This time, he’s playing to win.
JackOH · 2.6k Views

Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- Transmigrated (sometimes) Loud Mouthed MC x Indulgent (Enabler) ML, Slightly Pyromaniac Fox Spirit x CEO of unconditional love Dragon Spirit, Morally Questionable DILF Cultivator x Reincarnated Fox Spirit with very low self-esteem. CW: Deaths, PTSD, Blood, Explicit Smut, and so many more. This novel is as much of a journey of healing, self-forgiveness, pain, misery, grief, death, and depression etc, as it is a story of friendship, unconditional love. Self-exploration and dark themes go hand in hand with light ones. It is as much of a waltz as it is a discordant symphony of a past that haunts almost all characters. I hope you will give my cuties a chance. Oh, right, the synopsis may be a wee-bit misleading—quite light-hearted.
BambooFirefly · 1.1m Views