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Karen had been standing in the rain for God knows how long. Her head hung low, eyes fixed on the wet ground as she swallowed hard again and again. She kept waiting—until the sharp scrape of metal rang out behind her. When she turned, the first thing she saw was a pair of headlights cutting through the downpour, blinding her vision. She raised a hand to her forehead, squinting against the glare. One man stepped out, opening an umbrella—only to hand it over to someone else. That second figure took the black umbrella and walked straight toward her. It was him. The last man she wanted to see. He looked at her with no expression. One hand on the umbrella, the other shoved deep in his pocket. His voice came low, calm, and calculated. “What are you doing here?” Karen licked her cracked lips, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. “I…I’m offering myself to you.” “I’m not interested anymore,” he said flatly. “Why would I waste my time waiting for you?” Karen clenched her fists tight, swallowing what little pride she had left. “Because you said it yourself—you wanted my body.” “You’d sell your body to me?” His words were sharp, unapologetic. Karen gave a stiff nod. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he bent slightly, grabbing her chin with a rough hand, his eyes glinting. “You know you can’t leave… not unless I decide to let you.” Karen nodded again. His mouth curved in the faintest, coldest smile. “Then get ready, Karen.”

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Synopsis: Many are unaware of it, but Lucifer was not evil from birth. He was even raised in a peaceful place and regarded as one of the brightest of his kind. Yet he fell from grace and lost his magnificent immaculate wings… by choice, and out of pride. However, what if you were told that there exists an angel born in the very heart of darkness? A celestial being born in a place saturated with sin, whose blackness should have corrupted him? And yet, despite this repulsive environment, he was never torn from his Father’s grace? In truth, such a being exists. Over the centuries, he has borne many names: Duma, Douma, Dumah, and many more. But his Father gave him a unique name: Malik. ⸻ Author’s Note: Harem? (Unlikely – I can’t picture Malik being interested, but my mood will be the sole judge). No system (just a guy trying to figure out his new world). Cheat? No cheat (no wishes, no divine intervention from a ROB or supernatural poll). Power? He absorbed the soul of the Angel Devil, granting him all its powers (imperfect immortality, strengthening through fear, strengthening through blood, contract-related abilities, and the list goes on a bit). He also possesses the full power of angels from the High School DxD universe. Disclaimer: Chainsaw Man doesn’t belong to me, and neither does High School DxD. Author’s Note: Harem? (I doubt it – I really don’t see Malik caring about that). No system (just a chill guy who wants to learn more about the world). Cheat? None.

( this is a mature 18+) " How much do you charge?" She asked him her voice shaking. " How much can you give me?" He asked back touching her hair, eyes scanning her. She looked to the side clearly annoyed. " Just tell me your price!" she said more forcefully her nervousness disappearing. He laughed at that. " I'm expensive." .... Mark died and woke up as Alaric . A boy sold by his parents to a slave auction house. He awakens the Eros ascension system that requires him to sleep with others inorder to grow stronger. He is sold to a failing brothel the very center of the dark world of flesh and desire. The brothel becomes the perfect place for him to grow his power . Each night, each touch, each gasp of pleasure becomes another step toward strength. He sleeps his way up the ranks in the new world as he takes the brothel up the top . The powerful , rich , politicians and the awakened all try to sleep with him. He’ll climb to the top… through the very sin they look down upon.

Princess Yseldra calls me sweet things. She whispers sinful ones. When the king and queen passed, her treatment toward me changed.

A story of a random guy who pulled an all-nighter playing an RPG game and found himself reincarnated into the crown prince of the ancient empire on the verge of collapse in the same game world that he just finished last night. His reincarnation is not without a cheat, though, as the Spamming Summon System (SSS) also came along with him for some reason, but unfortunately for him, the SSS will only be active when the game's prologue event of the crown prince assassination happens. Usually, the reincarnated prince, who is also the protagonist of the game, will have to do his best to survive and deal with countless external and internal problems of his empire, including his father, the mad emperor, but being the pragmatic man that he was, the reincarnated prince just went, "Nah, I'm good!" and decided to abandon his soon-to-be empire to its doom instead! This is not the story about the struggle of the protagonist to hold his crumbling empire together but a story of a normal selfish man who is just trying to live his new life in peace within this fantasy world of swords and magic that he found himself reincarnated in. ÷×÷×÷ What to expect in this story: an adult MC from the beginning, an MC decently strong from the start, a very pragmatic MC, a lot of summoned soldiers and servants, a slave harem, a lighthearted story, the author's unique sense of humor (lol), the MC already in a relationship with the main love interest (you can say they are a power couple, I guess?). The chapter release schedule is a little bit irregular, but you can expect at least three chapters a week. English is not my first language, so expect some grammar, but it should be minimal enough that you can ignore it.

In the suffocating confines of ancient Egyptian servitude, A-in is brutally betrayed not only by the human cruelty that enslaves him, but by the one person he trusted most, his own mother. Seeking solace and justice from the divine, he finds only cold indifference, shattering his faith and leading him into the cynicism of a man who believes in nothing. When the goddess of vengeance, Sekhmet, descends to purge the world of non-believers, A-in realizes his complete rejection of the gods may be his only shield. Alone in the heart of the resulting carnage, he intentionally draws the gaze of the furious deity, daring her to strike the soul that has already decided it is beyond redemption.

Slaves And Gods 2 is the prequel to Slaves And Gods, describing the beginning of events for the main series later on, ending with 3 volumes for Slaves And God 2.

“Hoshino, from now on, you’re my dog. Your only answers are ‘Yes’ or ‘Woof.’” Hoshino’s transmigration was anything but ideal. The body he now occupied had over forty lives on its hands, leaving him blackmailed and forced to become his female superior’s obedient dog. Even worse, the original owner had taken out loans upon loans, signing contracts with three different devils to gain their powers—and by the time Hoshino arrived, the remaining lifespan was only five days. The most urgent task was to form a new contract with another devil—one that could trade function for cost. A hellish start, but at least he had a system. Hoshino’s eyes fixed on the entry: [Forget the Past: If the contractor already possesses a certain authority, by killing the corresponding devil or fiend, they gain 50% of that authority.] “If I can borrow 50% of a devil’s power, then kill it afterward, I…”

Matt Warren wakes up in the back of a sweltering truck, wrists zip-tied and memories hazy. The last thing he remembers is getting hit by a car, now he’s been sold into a human-trafficking ring that uses men for illegal underground operations, rigged casino streams, sports betting rings, and brutal endurance contests. Lazy and soft by nature, Matt quickly is sold off as “unsuitable for labor” to a private buyer. His new owner, Irina Volkova, a forty-six-year-old Russian woman living modestly in a coastal city, runs adult livestreams, and Matt becomes her on-camera partner. At first, she treats him like a pet, commanding obedience with a sweet accent and a cruel smile. But what begins as a business arrangement warps into obsession. Women out number men 3:1 in the new world. Discord for updates https://discord.gg/bQ4GzeBXV8

You say you know about pain? To feel this sort of hunger... for your body to never be satisfied... your mind crazed by endless thoughts of satisfaction. To gaze upon the stars and know that it’s not enough, That is pain. Now you stand before me and I truly question myself. are you enough. He sought a cure for his power. Now, he'll use it to consume a world. At six years old, Dax's life ended. His trait, [Insatiable Hunger], awakened—a curse that promised only madness and an empty stomach. After two years of torment, he found his answer: [Synthesis], the power to integrate anything he touched. Four centuries of research later, known across galaxies as the Black Researcher, he finally achieved his goal. And in that moment of triumph, he exploded. Reborn in a brutal realm of cults and crumbling gods, Dax finds himself weak, but free. His Hunger is quiet, his Synthesis intact. The local gods think him a pawn. The cults see him as a sacrifice. They are all gravely mistaken. Dax sees this world for what it is: a Petri dish. His new traits are the ultimate research tools. His goal is no longer mere survival, but the answer to a new, thrilling question: Can a man who was once devoured by his own power, now learn to devour divinity itself?

Why does elegance persist in a sullied state within the capital of the Filth? Who dares to drink elixirs to transform oneself into a scripter? To unleash a signature so poignant that it becomes an unforgettable performance. Silvie, a servant pursuing the knowledge of forbidden elixirs, is guided by the enigmatic Lady of Velvet in a pursuit of “purity.” Through the dangerous Fourth Epoch, she must master the mysterious art of scripting and confront moral dilemmas regarding illicit substances on top of clandestine pursuits. In a world drowning in ink, devoid of stars and constellations, this is the story of the White Canvas: the servant destined to usher in the Prologue of melancholy. --- What to Expect? 1. Slow Burn 2. Power System: Script → Verse → Signature 10th Degree → 1st Degree Progression 3. Female MC 4. Gritty Topics & Bleak Atmosphere 5. Unfolding Mysteries 6. Alchemy Process 7. Moral Dilemmas and Psychological Tension 8. Foreshadowing 9. A World Infected by Ink 10. First Book of a Planned Trilogy --- Note: There is no fixed upload schedule for this novel. As it’s a passion project, updates will be posted whenever the content reaches a satisfactory state. — I always polish and fix grammar errors whenever I can.

In a world where Lycans have placed themselves above every other species, and hybrids are deemed a taboo of nature and a threat to all, Nara, the two-spirit hybrid princess of a nomad clan, is captured by the ruthless reigning Lycan King, Kaedyr and forced into slavery alongside her people. With her parents taken by the Lycan king, Nara tries her best to be the source of strength and hope her people need while in the slave encampment. A proposition comes from the palace from the Queen Dowager for Nara to marry the King and produce a male heir in return in favour of saving her people from captivity and her parents from death row. chance for freedom for her people and the possibility of saving her parents from death row. Nara agrees to the Queen Dowager's offer, but the sudden appearance of Prince Lyrien is set to unsettle Nara's resolve. She finds herself fighting against her growing attraction for King Kaedyr while trying to brush off the advances of the enigmatic Lycan Prince, Lyrien. Can Nara set aside her pride for the sake of her people and the lives of her parents? Is she ready to face the truth of the part she played in what led to her people being captured? Will the Lycan King Kaedyr fall for the brash yet soft hybrid princess or will he see the hidden truth behind her motive? Does Nara possess the tenacity to navigate the treacherous landscape of palace politics? How will she handle threats from outside and within? Can she also be the eyes and ears the Queen Dowager expects her to be without hurting the ones she cares about along the way? Can she forgive those who have wronged her or will her growing desire for revenge consume her?  Join me as we dive into this world of supernaturals, with a little blend of humans and an insane amount of deceit, betrayal, Lycan politics, passion, tension, and forbidden love, where the line between good and evil, right and wrong is constantly blurred.

The cover was unfolded. “Is there no more? She is the precious lady of the illustrious Lindelheit family of the Lindelheit School of Magic! And she’s a maiden at that!” A man in a ridiculous mask exaggeratedly gestured towards the center of the stage. There was a crude iron cage, suitable for containing a wild beast. However, what it contained was not an animal but a person. Or should I say something that used to be a person? Slaves didn’t have human rights, after all...

In a world ruled by seven empires, honor is nothing more than a fading illusion. Kaizlan Valrik, the son of a minor noble family, dreams of becoming a knight who protects the innocent. But the brutal training camp he is thrown into shatters every naive belief he holds. Betrayal, blood, and endless schemes reveal a darker truth: survival is the only law. Beyond the camp, powerful noble houses weave conspiracies in the imperial court, while in the shadows, a mysterious figure known only as The Elegant Man leaves behind black roses on his victims. No one is safe — not in the battlefield, not in the palaces, and certainly not in love. This is not a story of heroes. This is a tale of blood, power, and a world where there is truly… No Place for Honor.

Freedom has always been a trickster. It slips into chains and calls them music, it hides inside broken mouths and speaks when least expected. It lingers in the cracks of palaces and in the dust of fields, waiting for desperate hands to reach for it. This is not merely a tale of kings and crowns, but of hunger gnawing at the soul, of voices rising where silence was demanded, of hope smuggled into whispers strong enough to topple empires. Cruelty here struts in polished armor, mercy hides behind sharper masks, and sacrifice becomes the only currency left to spend. In the end, freedom is never gifted. It must be stolen in the dark, wrestled from the jaws of power, sung into existence by those the world tried to bury. It is blood in the dust, laughter through tears, fragile and furious, eternal yet fleeting. Just one dream—yet one dream is enough to set the world on fire.