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Warning! Extreme Smut ahead, proceed with caution. Ever heard about the tragedy of Christy 'Kris' the fatty? If you haven't, buckle up for a wild ride. Christy 'Kris' met his end in the most humiliating way imaginable—dying of explosive diarrhea while confronting his cheating girlfriend. Yes, you read that right. He literally died shitting. To make matters worse, his best friend, his new best friend and girlfriend and her little sister also met their demise in his poopocalypse, drowning in the mess. But that wasn't the end for Kris. By some twist of fate, he was sent back five days before the disaster struck. Armed with the knowledge of his embarrassing death, he now has a chance to change his fate and get sweet, sweet revenge on those who wronged him. Can Kris transform from fatso to ultimate chad and cuck his backstabbing best friend? Can he plough through his ex-girlfriend's friends and family, leaving a trail of broken hearts? Can he make his stepfamily pay for making him a loser? And can he turn the tables on his bullies and give them a taste of their own medicine?

Lotm, power system I got isekai’d into Shadow Slave looking like a Wish.com Jesus with a couple of questionable divine perks. Now I’m stuck trying not to be vaporized between two warmongering Demigods, a socially malfunctioning flamethrower with unresolved parental trauma, and her ride-or-die mongrel simp who changes his personality more often than his clothes. Still, it’s fine. Totally fine. At least I’m not alone here. Right? …Right? It's original author Long Lost Pigeon, and it's already dropped, go support him too for writing this novel Support me on p@tr4eon for more chapters. Pls https://[email protected]/Innercircle03

Hōjō Yoru transmigrates into a “daily-life” crossover world and grows up to become Tokyo’s picture-perfect golden boy—top of his class, unbeatable in sports, and effortlessly handsome. He thought it would be a calm, beautiful youth story… so why are there Devils straight out of Chainsaw Man? And what’s with these “vampires”? Human-like monsters that hunt at night, a camera that can photograph wandering souls—this world is completely not normal. Luckily, neither is he. The strongest Devil Hunter. A garlic-feeding menace to vampires. A hands-on exorcist who “sends spirits off” with pure physical force—also a professional photographer. A gourmet who specializes in tasting supernatural creatures. He makes his grand entrance! “Ouroboros—use your invincible Hōjō Yoru brain and think of something!”

Five years ago, Stephanie was branded a homewrecker and cast as the villain in her sister’s love story. “The woman who tried to steal her sister’s fiancé.” “Homewrecker genes are hereditary. Like mother, like daughter.” Those whispers followed her everywhere. Now, under her grandfather’s pressure, she was forced to meet his friend’s grandson, Cliff Graham, the most notorious womanizer in the country. Cliff wants only one thing: a marriage that will satisfy his grandfather. “Be my wife for one year in the public eye.” It is the perfect deal. Her reputation could be restored. Her grandparents would finally stop pressuring her. Yet, to his surprise, she refuses. “I’m sorry, Mr. Graham. I can’t comply with your wishes.”

For fourteen years, Freya survived the apocalypse alone. Gifted with the power to command the elements, regenerate even severed limbs, and store endless supplies inside her portable space dimension, she became a force of nature in a dying world. Fire answered her call. Storms bent to her will. Broken bones and torn flesh healed in moments. There was nothing she couldn’t survive. Except betrayal. When the one person she trusted most turns on her, Freya dies with fury and heartbreak burning in her chest. But death is not the end. She awakens beneath fluffy purple clouds drifting across an unfamiliar sky, in a vast primeval forest where flowers glow in the dark, bees are the size of grapefruits, and massive winged creatures soar overhead—creatures long extinct on Earth. And then she sees it. A colossal beast shifts before her eyes… bones cracking, fur receding… until a man stands where the monster once was. Freya realizes the impossible truth: She is no longer on Earth. In a world ruled by powerful male beasts who can transform between animal and human forms, females are rare—and fiercely protected, pursued, and claimed. Strength determines status. Instinct runs deep. Mates are not casually chosen. And Freya? She is powerful. Different. Desired. Surrounded by dominant beast men who want her as their wife, will Freya surrender to fate? Or will this savage new world learn that she is far more dangerous than any beast?

A socially anxious guy moves into a new apartment/neighborhood and discovers his next-door neighbor is a loud, carefree tomboy who has zero concept of personal boundaries — and her wildly different friend group keeps getting pulled into his life whether he likes it or not.

(Warning: Harem, if you don't like it, please refrain! Boldly breaking taboo ethical norms, not letting go of any beautiful women encountered! By the way, the new book, Urban Seduction Adventure, is now out! If you’re into this kind of story, be sure to check it out and show some love!) A young nobleman with a delicate constitution, pure and kind, has always been protected by everyone. However, after two months of military camp life, he began to change for the worse. With unbeatable power in his hands, he became lawless, targeting countless beautiful women in the city. In his eyes, every beautiful woman is like a delicate flower. He wants to gather these tender flowers around him, then extend his strong wings to shield them from any harm...

A price was placed on me, and my life was sold. As the illegitimate, wolfless daughter of a powerful Alpha, I was used to being invisible,mocked, shunned, and protected only by my brother. But when our pack falls to a ruthless enemy, and my brother dies defending me, my father chooses me over my half-sister… and sells me to the highest bidder. The man who buys me isn’t interested in freeing me. He is the Alpha who believes I destroyed the woman he loved most,and now he intends to make me pay. Shackled, hunted, and trapped under his control, I am thrust into a world where power is currency and survival demands cunning. But being “owned” does not mean I am powerless. Every glance, every whispered word, every calculated move becomes my weapon. And the closer he draws, the more dangerous our bond becomes,because the truth he refuses to see is that I am the mate he’s been searching for all along. Now, in a game of obsession, vengeance, and hidden desires, I must decide: surrender to the Alpha who holds my chains… or rewrite the rules entirely.

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.

I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.

Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Hers destroyed everything. Sela thought she knew her family… until she discovered she didn’t belong. By fifteen, living in Korea as Seol Ah, she’s learned that trust is dangerous—and love even more so. Her mother hides truths she can’t explain, and every day feels heavier than the last. Then there’s Jin-ho—a boy who sees her, really sees her, in ways no one else does. But danger is closing in. A ruthless gang. Family caught in the crossfire. And a truth that could ruin them all. Some pasts aren’t just painful… they’re deadly. Content Warning: Dark romance, obsessive relationships, gang violence, and fight scenes. Includes a minor getting shot. All dark content is non-fetishized. Reader discretion advised. This is a raw draft :)

A newborn goblin opens his eyes for the first time, and instead of an empty mind, consciousness presents itself to the world. The baby possesses memories and thoughts far beyond what is possible, and he realizes with shock that he has been reborn. As he struggles to comprehend his surroundings, fragments of his former life resurface. He remembers a goddess telling him that this world is the setting for her latest novel: a brutal fantasy where goblins are among the weakest beings, hunted, exploited, and used as expendable tools by stronger races. As he grasps the truth and glimpses his own green skin, despair overwhelms him. Far from receiving a heroic second chance, he has awakened at the very bottom of the world's hierarchy, facing a future defined by cruelty, survival, and fear.

In a world where the line between human and monster begins to blur, Kael Ardyn walks alone among the ruins. Eight years ago, he witnessed the fall of his home and the death of his family. Marked by loss and guided by a legacy he barely understands, Kael must face creatures that devour cities from the shadows… and something even more dangerous: the darkness growing within him. Because sometimes, to destroy monsters, one must become something worse.

Born as Alaric Thorne, the last son of a disgraced house, I was raised as a ward within the cold stone walls of Winterfell. For years, I grew up in the shadow of the Starks—Robb’s fiercest rival in the training yard, Jon Snow’s only true confidant, and the man Lord Eddard Stark trusted above all others to be the personal shield for his eldest daughter. I am eighteen, the same age as Sansa Stark. To the world, I am her silent, loyal shadow. To her, I am the only one who knows the fire hidden behind her "Little Dove" mask. But the world I knew was about to shatter. On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, the day the King’s wheelhouse was spotted on the horizon, a cold voice echoed in my mind. [The Bloodline Monarch System has Awakened.] ....... Harem: Sansa, Margaery Tyrell, and others to be decided as the plot unfolds. Note: This is an original work, not a translation. I am working hard to stay ahead of schedule, so you can expect consistent daily updates!

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

In a world where Espers are either frontline soldiers or offerings to hold back the Demon King, Valencia is written off as a “useless” F-rank Guide. Hiding in the slums and honoring her mother’s last plea, she conceals a dangerous truth—her Void power—and plans to fade from the world’s sight to live a simple, free life. One chance encounter shatters that plan. Kael, the Duke’s son and an S-rank Light Esper adored by the people, has been unraveling after more than eight years without a Guide. Only Valencia—without either of them realizing it—can anchor him. He’s drawn to her in ways he can’t name. Convinced she’s nothing more than a Guide, his earnest need to keep her close soon proves as perilous as the secret she hides. Forced into a role she never wanted, Valencia must navigate a society that fears her and a Royal Family poised to wipe the slums away. Love is forbidden. Power is a curse. Once the palace learns she is a Void Esper, Valencia must walk a razor’s edge…and prepare to face the Demon King itself. *Updates on Monday and Friday at 3:35 PM CST/ 05:30 GMT*

Crown Prince Li Xuan is an unmotivated 25-year-old noble who'd rather sleep than rule. When his parents issue an ultimatum—marry within one year or face arranged marriage—Li Xuan discovers that genuine partnership makes him exponentially stronger through cultivation. As he grows into a leader through love and responsibility, he must navigate political factions, mysterious conspiracies, cultivation breakthroughs, and the impossible task of managing five brilliant women who each challenge him in completely different ways.

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born, she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the Mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps.

Amon lived his life like any ordinary otaku. Manga, manhwa, and anime were his greatest pleasures, and he spent countless hours skimming through online forums. It was there that he discovered a peculiar belief that if one were struck by Truck-kun, they might transmigrate into a fantasy world. Foolish as he was, Amon actually tried it. However,Instead of awakening in a land of swords and magic, he woke up in a hospital bed, his leg shattered beyond recognition. That broken leg came with society’s backlash..mockery, whispers, and quiet judgment. Even so, Amon endured. He lived through those hardships, never again entertaining those stupid dreams of transmigration. Time passed. He grew old. And eventually, he died peacefully and naturally. Only to transmigrate into a fantasy world? Worse… He had taken over the body of a dying boy? and In the heart of the most dangerous jungle in the world?

What's worse than dying? Never being able to. Rain stopped counting after the first million years. What's the point? Time doesn't move forward when you're immortal. It just piles up in a dull, agonizing way. He tried everything. Thrown himself into volcanoes. Stood at ground zero of asteroid impacts. Let plagues ravage his body. Let bombs tear him apart. Nothing worked. Then the nightmare came. While the world’s governments panicked, he smiled alone, eager to face the unknown. After an eternity of merely existing, he had finally found a new way to kill his boredom.