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** No NTR { Only Netori }** **Explicit Content Warning +18** **Dark fantasy+SMUT** —————————————— Caught masturbating in glorious 4K, a perverted teenager is sentenced to the basement as punishment. Only to be murdered by a book that never asked permission. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead he awakens as Daniel Dikson. An eighteen years old, dirt-poor guy, son of a broke farmer and Marnie, his stepmother. The kind of stepmother wet dreams are built from. Yet what truly terrified him was the book itself. It had crossed death with him, and now lay quietly at his side, patiently waiting for his touch once more. “Wait… this book wants me to draw a ritual diagram, place the book in the center, and chant some eldritch bullshit to seal the deal?” “Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà…” One forbidden ritual later, a demon found its vessel, purring promises of limitless power. Every milf he claims, every moan he steals from their bodies will increase his power. From the village’s weakest to a ruthless conqueror Daniel rises through blood, sweat and bedroom sheets. But in this brutal world of scheming nobles, wild beasts, and forbidden lusts, will Daniel survive?

After finishing a tragic novel where the villain is betrayed and killed by his own beast husbands, Li Wei does what any reasonable reader would do. He rants about the ending. Then he gets hit by a car. When he opens his eyes again, Li Wei finds himself inside that very novel, reborn as Su Ningyan, the future villain destined to walk a path of madness, war, and blood. Ten years before his fall. Ten years before his death. In the original story, Su Ningyan’s unstable phoenix beast core drives him toward forbidden power, turning him into a feared villain who ultimately dies at the hands of the men he loved most. This time, Li Wei refuses that fate. He will avoid the villian arc. He will heal his beast core. And he will stay far away from the four terrifying beast princes who will one day become his husbands. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. The academy meant to heal him becomes a battlefield of tension, rivalry, and instinctual bonds. The beast princes notice him far too early, and the more Su Ningyan tries to escape the plot, the tighter destiny coils around him. Because in a world ruled by beast bloodlines and ancient bonds, some connections cannot be severed only delayed. And the husbands who once killed him… may not be willing to let him go again. **** Excerpt Su Ningyan didn’t know where he was. At first, he thought he was dreaming. His body felt warm... too warm... and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, sharp and clean, like lightning after rain. He turned onto his side. And froze. A pair of golden dragon eyes stared back at him from inches away. The man was breathtaking. Long black hair spread across silk pillows, sharp features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Su Ningyan’s chest, heavy and suffocating. His face went pale. “What the—” “You’re awake.” The man smiled faintly. Jun Haoxuan. Azure Dragon Clan. Future Beast King. And, according to the book, one of the men who would eventually become his husband. “Did you sleep well?” Jun Haoxuan asked calmly. Su Ningyan’s eye twitched. He was supposed to be avoiding them. So why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?

There was a time when I used to think, “How nice would it be if I got transported into a novel world?” Yeah, I know, it sounds childish—but who cares? It was just a passing thought. I never imagined those silly wishes would actually come true. And yet, I opened my eyes to find myself possessed by the villain of a romance fantasy novel. Not just fantasy—romance fantasy. The worst part? I wasn’t even the main villain, just a stepping stone for the female protagonist… who also happened to be my fiancée. Thankfully, the engagement was broken off, and I thought I could fade into the background as a mob character, ruined by the plot. …But for some reason, the female lead won’t let me go.

Marry a grandma. In simple terms, that was the order I received. “…What did you say?” “Didn’t hear me? I said you need to sacrifice for the family.” Rage surged inside me and my vision flickered, but I forced myself to ask. “There’s an old hag. She’s looking for a groom to marry, and for the sake of the family, I’m being sold off to her. Is that the story?” “Exactly.” Man, I could barely hold back the curses itching to spill out. Not to mention my fists. “Well, it’s not so bad, right? Who knows, maybe she’ll pamper you like a pet, thinking she scored a young stud.” Crack! Oh, f*ck me. I couldn’t hold back. ************* Discord server https://discord.gg/SSGR3DpMF9 Guyz, I have only uploaded sfw characters images of the girls here on WEBNOVEL. But I have NSFW and r-18 sex images too. (with all in chap wise appearance order too) But they are available in my discord server. So go there a get the novel role from #self-roles and enjoy the Sfw and R-18 illustrations. You can support the novel through gifts, powerstones, comments and reviews. 5 reviews = 2 extra chapters.. 10 golden tickets= 1 extra chapters .. 50 Powerstones = 2 extra chapters.. Chapters Double With Double of My REWARDS Gift Rewards: Massage chair- 1 extra chaps Car- 3 extra chaps Dragon- 4 extra chaps Castle- 12-15 extra chaps Spaceship- 21 extra chaps Gachapon- 25 extra chaps I'll upload the chapters under 2-9 days DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT NOVEL.

[[[ MATURE CONTENT ]]] NTRing Cultivators, Fucking Son of Heaven's Mother, Fiance', Currupting Heroines and More...! What Happens When the Final Boss Gets Tired of Winning the Same Fight Forever? Of course, the Ultimate Villain becomes the Son of Heaven... and a DOCTOR! Meet Arjun: A 25-year-old medical student who thought his biggest problem was having parents who couldn't decide if he should save humans or animals. One truck accident later, he wakes up as Cang Wuhen — the son of the most feared villain in a cultivation world. But here's the kicker: This isn't just any villain origin story. The Heavenly Demon has been trapped in an endless time loop, fighting the same "destined hero," Lin Feng, over and over again. Every battle ends the same way — the hero loses, dies with his girl (actually seven girls), and the cycle resets. Fed up with this nonsense joke, the Heavenly Demon pulled the ultimate reverse psychology move: He lived 25 years as a normal human to develop actual emotions, then transferred back into his son's body armed with modern medical knowledge and a completely different mindset. The plan? Live this life differently than a Heaven's puppet villain, help people, and rescue damsels in distress too and hire them as Nurses. The instant target? Wife number one, Yue Lianhua (a fox-eared beauty seeking revenge), is convinced that this mysterious young master who can perform surgery and knows about "cars" might actually BE her supposedly dead husband reincarnated. (The fox bit the hook, and now the Villain becomes the Son of Heaven.) The question isn't whether he can steal the hero's wives... It's whether he can rewrite fate itself before the loop resets again. Because when you've got medical school debt, daddy issues, and the power to corrupt heroines, sometimes the best way to win is to change the entire game. Genre: Cultivation Fantasy, System, Harem, Reincarnation.

Damon’s life on Earth was nothing but survival. Orphaned, broke, and forgotten, he takes a forbidden enhancement injection as his last gamble for a better future. Instead, he awakens in another world. Reincarnated with the consequences of his choice, Damon must navigate a new reality where power is brutal, fate is unforgiving, and his second life may demand more than his first ever did.He reawakens as a servant but still carries his own will. From that day on the Jester kneels before his Queen and hunts for her. Kingdoms rise and fall under their combined efforts. The Planes will try to stop them but they won’t falter. Now begins the rise of The Jester and his Queen.

Sunny Draco was a middle age man with a completely normal life... Yes, Completely normal life... no wife, children, friends, and most of all... no money! All these changed after getting transmigrated into the future... literally thousands years in the future... Insane. With this new identity, and background, and with the infinite wealth system... Sunny will have to find a way to maneuver through this new life, and dangers. [DING!] [You gained a new quest.] [Spend 50 billions in 24 hours.] [Rewards: Gain grand class skill.] "Spend 50 billions in one day?!! This will be fun." Sunny said with a smirk. [Warning: Mature content [R18];(+100 chapters).] Happy New Year

They called them discarded. Divorced CEOs. Neglected widows. Forgotten heiresses. Women who gave everything to the world, only to be thrown away when their beauty faded and their value expired. But Renji saw something different. On a rain-soaked night, a mysterious system awakened within him—the Spring Bloom System. With a single touch, he could restore what society had stolen: youth, confidence, luck, and power. But there was a price. To activate the gift, he needed intimacy. To maintain it, devotion. His first client was a broken CEO on the edge of collapse. One meeting changed everything. Her skin glowed. Her business skyrocketed. Her enemies fell. Word spread in whispers among the elite. Soon, the most powerful women in the world came seeking his touch—not as clients, but as something far more dangerous. They bloomed in his hands. And in return, they would give him an empire. But when queens rise again, kings will come to reclaim their thrones. And Renji will discover that some flowers have thorns sharp enough to cut gods.

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Fate is treated like law—recorded, preserved, unquestioned. But history is not the truth. It is what survives. For years, I’ve carried memories that are not mine—visions of executions, betrayals, and events erased from all records. Speaking of them invites isolation. Silence became survival. A university research program brought me back to India after years abroad. The project wasn’t about preserving history—it was about uncovering what civilizations hide, what narratives are rewritten, Who benefits from forgetting. How advanced they were and what connection it has with other countries. With a small group—some friends, some mere acquaintances—we were meant to research, But curiosity pulled us to ancient temples, more for knowledge or amusement than research. And there, the temples remembered me. Each site sent violent sensory intrusions crashing through my mind—recognition without context, pain without injury. My teammates looked at me with suspicion, confusion, even fear. Until I made a temple bell fall on my own head. Consciousness returned in fragments. A sharp metallic impact. Pain blooming across my skull. Voices overlapping in a language I understood only in broken pieces. Every word I tried to speak landed wrong. My body was wrong, my gender was changed. My presence… forbidden. Then hands seized me. Too many hands. I was dragged upright, feet scraping stone, vision swimming with furious faces. Someone shouted a word I didn’t know—but the intent was crystal clear: Death. Stones flew first. Threats came next. A blade rushed forward before armored soldiers forced the crowd back. Their presence didn’t calm anyone. It sharpened them. Half-carried, bound, I was led through streets older than memory, into a palace already arranged for judgment. Inside, voices rose—officials, nobles, demanding immediate execution. Betrayal, deception, false death. And all for a body I did not recognize as mine. Then, silence. A man entered. Young, composed, dangerous in the way that restrained things are. No crown, yet all authority in the room bent to him. Even the bloodthirsty lowered their eyes. He looked at me—and the air shifted. Recognition. Sharp. Personal. A mistake made twice. I knew him instantly, despite impossibility. History would later label him a tyrant, a name associated with cruelty, mass punishment, and deliberate erasure. The arguments resumed, louder now, demanding the king’s permission to end me. They insisted this man must die before he destroyed everything. But The prince defended me. Even risking his crown, his life. Not for me—but for the body I occupied, the truth it carried. Execution was delayed. Not forgiven. Not denied. Simply postponed. Under watch, I breathed where I should not have. My goal wasn’t to prove innocence—I didn’t even know whose life I had stepped into. It was to find a way home that may not exist. And yet, the truth began to surface—not through confessions, but through absence. This body had uncovered something hidden deep within the palace. Something that turned admiration into hatred, loyalty into murder, in a single heartbeat. The man whose name I wore had once been loved. Then silenced for exposing a truth no one dared to see. Why am I here? Why in his body, bearing a past I did not live but must reckon with? They will try to kill me again. History will repeat itself. The innocent will be labeled sinful. The broken will be the key. The truth… will demand blood. But I am not him.

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity. Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

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.

When the night comes, those beings would emerge! A beings that lived in the darkness of the night, feeding upon the spirits of those who walk across the land. Some say, they were the nature's cleansing way of killing the world's parasite that only dared to harm it. While others say's they were the creatures from hell, set on loose by the god to punish us mortals. But, one thing is for sure. Their existence every night caused the world in the a constant night apocalypse where people would fend themselves with their bare mortal body, armed with earthly equipments that doesn't cause much damage for such beings. Just as the humanity were about to be extinct from the face of the earth, someone 'found' a way to fight these nightmares! It's the awakening serum, that have the possibility of awakening the innate ability hidden inside the mortal body. With this, the humanity saw a glimmer of hope of surviving this new world, overrun by darkness beings every night. Still, they gained an extreme fear against the night and would do anything in order to expel darkness in every corners, a tradition created from fear. Over many years later, and countless sacrifices made along the way. The humans manage to build their havens in this post apocalypse world, scattered across the world are final bastions of humanity that stand to represent their determination to survive and thrive against all odds. Because of tight resources, as well as to make the awakening orderly, the final cities of humanity decided to conduct an awakening ceremony to allow those unfortunate few to have the chance to become something. As well as, to replenish the lost blood of the city. A cruel cycle that has no hope of changing anytime soon. At one fortunate event in the awakening ceremony, many years later after the apocalypse. A lucky boy awakened something unique from everyone. An ability that never existed before, an ability that resulted from humanity's greatest fear. He awakened a nightmare inside him, the strongest beings of the night but now it's powers was wielded by a human boy. A human teenager wielding the power f the strongest creature of the night. Is this the signal that the humanity is about to turn the tide?

In the 34th year of Konoha’s existence, the Uchiha clan gave birth to a mission-obsessed maniac. Ask him why he risks his life so recklessly, and he’ll only give one answer: “I need to gain experience points… by drawing cards.” Character cards obtained: [Uchiha Madara (Youth)] [Namikaze Minato (Adult)] [Uchiha Sasuke (Team Taka)] Madara: I see my younger self reflected in him. Minato: It feels like I’ve always lived in Genji’s shadow. Fugaku: This is bad! That brat is targeting Mikoto?! Visit my Patreon to read up to 102 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/laktozlu

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.

Transmigrated as noble trash, he picks up The Great Hoe and decides to farm his way out of disgrace. No destiny. Just dirt, money, while the world overreacts.

She lost everything in a day. Her home. Her future. Her illusion of safety. Mira Hale thought she had finally outrun her past. A thriving career, a man she trusted, a wedding on the horizon—proof that survival had paid off. But betrayal doesn’t knock. It waits. And when it comes, it takes everything with it. Exposed, humiliated, and left with nowhere to go, Mira walks away from the life she built, carrying nothing but wounds she swore she’d never reopen. And just when she has nothing left to lose… he appears. The man she once saved when he was broken. The man she never meant to remember. The one name her heart learned to fear before it learned to forget. Now he is untouchable—calm, commanding, and wrapped in power. His presence is protection and danger all at once. When Mira’s world collapses, he becomes her shelter… and the temptation she knows she shouldn’t want. His attention is steady. His gaze lingers. And every moment near him feels like standing too close to a flame—warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. As secrets surface and past choices tighten their grip, Mira is forced to confront the truth she buried long ago: love doesn’t disappear—it mutates. What was once innocent is now laced with ambition, dominance, and survival. Desire blurs with protection. Safety begins to feel like possession. And the line between rescue and ruin grows dangerously thin. Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline is a contemporary romance drama steeped in emotional tension, power struggles, and forbidden longing. It is a story of betrayal and rebirth—where love can be a sanctuary… or the most beautiful way to lose yourself.

Labeled a monster at a very tender age, Avira is blamed for a devastating fire that claims hundreds of lives and is cast into exile, forced to survive alone in a world that frightens her. Years later, within the ruthless Moonfire Pack, history repeats itself. Framed once again, she is sentenced to death by the Devouring Hunt—the most savage death a werewolf can endure. She is meant to die. Instead, Dylan’s intervention drags her from the jaws of death and into the dominion of the powerful TwinMoon Pack. Hope ignites… but it does not last. Beneath the pack’s strength lie secrets soaked in blood, betrayals whispered in the dark, and a fate more merciless than she imagined. Forged in suffering and hardened by survival, Avira refuses to remain prey. With or without the Alpha twins, she will rise, fight back, and seize what was always meant to be hers—the Luna throne. • Dark fantasy • Power struggles • Fated bonds READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

A world where waves of monsters descend every night... A world where only the strong can survive. Axel, a burned-out man from modern Earth, wakes up in a desolate wasteland with nothing but a strange “Harem Settlement System” with him. Given the power to build, command, and grow stronger, he sets off to carve out a safe haven in this broken world. But as his settlement grows, so does the number of beautiful and deadly women drawn under his blanket-ahem!-banner. Witness Axel's journey, rising to to the peak. From a simple, lone survivor to becoming the Wasteland Overlord. With the help of the loyal, dangerous, and irresistible thirsty harem girls!