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transmigration

Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Quinlan, a simple office worker, finds himself transmigrated into the merciless world of Thalorind as a level 1 Commoner, with nothing to his name but his wits and a race change. He is painfully weak, he is completely alone, and his trust issues make joining a team... hard. Then he notices that an awful lot of people in this world wear collars around their necks. People that couldn't exactly betray him. No one could have predicted what this unassuming arrival would grow into. Unprecedented magic? ✅ Anomalous growth? ✅ Blades, Necromancy, Blood Arts, and more? ✅ Hated by nobles? ✅ Wanted posters in every city? ✅ Obscene wealth? ✅ Envied by men? ✅ Unhinged baddies who adore him? ✅✅✅ Disclaimer: Quinlan is a shameless, greedy, ambitious MC. He's not some irredeemable evil psychopathic villain. He chases his own goals and minds his own business. But as that business involves reaching a state of total supremacy, he keeps enraging important people who try to suppress or contain him. That said, when someone wrongs him or his women, cruel and sadistic methods are not one bit above him. Website: https://necrobin.com/ Discord: https://discord.gg/necrobin Check out my Patreon for thousands of pictures of the girls. Adults only :) Just search for necrobin patreon in google or simply go through my website. ... Read pinned review for more info what you can expect from this novel. Or don't. Just go in blind and enjoy the journey!
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[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)

[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.
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