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A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

Mordido por un hombre lobo, Dawn Wyatt se convierte en un Neotide: un hombre lobo que no tiene lugar en el mundo de los puros de sangre. Lo que sigue es aún más angustioso. Como objetivo de ser asesinado por los enemigos de su padre, Dawn Wyatt de dieciocho años y su hermano Cole de diez años escapan de los captores y literalmente ruegan ser acogidos por la familia de un granjero. La familia accede, pero cuando los captores ofrecen una gran recompensa de diez millones de dólares por los hermanos fugitivos, la familia los traiciona. Para salvar sus vidas, huyen del país. Dawn regresa cinco años después como un hombre lobo "mordido" y un brillante analista de mercado para forjar su propio camino. Y también para vengarse de aquellos que la convirtieron en hombre lobo y le arrebataron todo, sin darse cuenta de que es el centro de múltiples conspiraciones. Daryn Silver es el letalmente sexy Príncipe de un raro Clan de Hombres Lobo de Sangre Plateada. Frío, despiadado y sin piedad, es arrogante. Y ella ha sido mordida. Él quiere eliminar a todos los mordidos: los descastados de la faz de la Tierra. Ha estado cazándolos durante años. ¿Qué sucede cuando la conoce a ella? Es difícil resistirse a ella y desafiante aceptarla. La vida de Dawn se pone patas arriba cuando lo conoce. Ella descubre cosas peligrosas sobre él: es un hombre lobo de pura sangre y es el príncipe de un raro Clan de Sangre Plateada al que todos los demás grupos se inclinan; ha tenido numerosas novias. De hecho, tuvo que conseguir órdenes de restricción de algunas de las más locas; Él la manipula en su mundo con una propuesta que ella nunca anticipó. ¡Dawn usa eso a su favor! Sabe que está jugando con fuego.

The Devilish Genius of Time and Effort. That Cheating Bastard. Idiot Savant. A man known by countless names in the Three Realms, one who collected every treasure, every ancient art, whose Dao of 'Accumulation' made him the richest and most hated person even amongst the Eternal Emperors. The strongest Transcendent, the one envied by all beneath the heavens. After breaking past the bounds of existence, he- "I'm heading home." "W-Wait! Master!" -Promptly packed his bags and returned to Earth. A story about a laidback overpowered guy who underestimated how hard it is to be abnormal in a normal world and gets swept up into the flow too quickly... And also ended up opening an idol agency. Thus begins the tale of John Smith and his daily adventures back on Earth.

Fu Xin woke up and found herself as a mother on a reality show, where she had abused her biological son into depression, faced online boycott, and ultimately became a disgraced mother. However, Fu Xin remained unfazed because the plot had yet to begin. As long as she acted badly enough, she wouldn't be able to keep up with him. So, when the program started, while other mothers were getting up early, preparing delicious breakfast, coaxing their babies to wake up, and worrying about their temper tantrums, Fu Xin and her son had a different approach. The five-year-old little one would get up on his own, tidy himself up, and tirelessly try to wake his mom up! He would climb trees to get bird eggs, fish in the river, and dig snakes in the fields, leaving his dear mother worried. Fu Xin claimed that she only wanted to act badly, but her little one was so amazing that he became the "most desired baby by netizens of the year,". It was to the point that people even wanted to steal him by putting him in a sack. It was evident how popular her little one was. Naturally, Fu Xin gained attention as well. This made netizens bitter, and they started to make sarcastic comments. They claimed Fu Xin was a discarded woman from a wealthy family, and her rich husband never showed up. Unexpectedly, the next moment, the rumored CEO, known for not returning home and rarely appearing in public, sent out lawyer letters personally. Fu Xin: "What's going on? How come this wealthy husband, who never appeared in the original story, is joining the fray?" Jiang Yi: "Our son and I waited for you for a lifetime in our previous life. Finally, in this life, we have you back!" Fu Xin: "So, I transmigrated... into myself?!"

In a world where superhumans and villains clash with epic regularity, a secret organization exists, hidden in the shadows, known only as the Villain Support Agency (VSA). Enter the Villain Support Agency, a clandestine organization that offers guidance, training, and resources to aspiring supervillains. Led by the enigmatic council, the agency is a melting pot of diverse and unconventional individuals with extraordinary abilities, all united by their shared desire to challenge the status quo. Frustrated with the seemingly untouchable heroes and their self-righteousness, the protagonist of the story, Carl, joined the agency as a handler, a person that helps the villains out and does his best to do what is best for them. As Carl becomes acquainted with this new underworld, he encounters many characters, each with their own motivations and ambitions. From the mischievous trickster to the mastermind strategist, Carl learns that villains are not just one-dimensional evildoers but complex individuals driven by their own desires and dreams. One faithful day, Carl gains an opportunity to not only become better at his job and rise through the ranks of the organization quickly, but to become much more than a simple 'handler'.

“What does it take to rise to the top?” Most people might list a few things that contribute to success. Determination, talent. An unwavering will. All of these things made sense, but there was also a different route. When asked that same question, Elric would answer with a single word. Ruthlessness. Who cares if the opponent is better in every way if they never have a chance to compete? You’re going to easily crush my crew’s runner in a sprint? Cool, let’s see you do it with a broken leg. Following in his father’s footsteps, Elric decides to start his own talent agency. Quickly finding himself butting heads with more… legitimate and powerful agencies, he falls back on his secret weapon. –Group Chat: The Boys. Members Currently Online: ???,??? –General Chat– (Open to see more). –Profiles– (Open to see more). –Lamb Sauce– (Open to see more [18+]). –Jobs– (Currently Viewing). … … Job Poster: Elric Melov (SecretlyKind). Request: Go to the singer “Alha Nulstaya’s” concert, boo and throw trash at her. Rewards: A free Taco Gong burrito for the first 20 members to sign up, an introduction to a cute girl for the most verbose booer. Current applicants: 516/20.

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

Charles Kosonen walked into a hidden bar one night expecting nothing but a good drink. He had only visited on one of his random whims — something to spice up his endlessly boring days as a man born with everything, yet utterly dissatisfied with everything. He quickly found a seat at the bar. Then he noticed a beautiful girl lingering by the stage, chatting with the band like she was their singer. Beautiful, she was, with those brilliant blue eyes, deep as sapphire, and her long black hair flowing carelessly down her back. But in the world he lived in, beauty was always in abundance, and for a pair of eyes so used to gems, even a shining jewel could start to lose its luster. The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smirk. He'd come for the drinks, as one of his business partners had praised when recommending this place. The singing was merely an extra. Or so he thought. The moment the liquid in his crystal-clear glass touched his lips was when the girl took the stage. The moment the cold sip slid down his throat was when her lips parted. And then she sang. The glass froze in his hand. If an angel could sing, why would she choose to descend into this hidden bar, of all places? The song wasn't a particularly popular one. The band behind her was just C-class amateur. And yet, with her voice alone, she took the song, polished it into a gemstone, and made it hers. He looked around the room. It wasn't just him, but every single man present there that night had their eyes glued to her, their face a mesmerized expression. A decision was made. He would have her under his wing, no matter what it cost. [Tags] #reverseharem, #weaktostrong, #dark, #comedy, #smut, #sliceoflife, #showbiz, #superstar, #romance, #strongfl, #r18 [Warnings: 18+ Only] - Reverse Harem - Explicit Smut - Multiple Mature Themes

WARNING: Contains Mature Content, Including **explicit Sexual Scenes, Extreme Taboo Elements, Manipulation, And Strong Suggestive Themes. Reader Discretion Is Advised. Justin Black inherits his parents' high-end escort and marriage contract agency, The Black Veil, at just 17, after they are mysteriously murdered. Thrust into a world of power, wealth, and desire, Justin awakens a hidden, supernatural system that amplifies his control over his path and the dynamics of over those around him—making lust, seduction, and manipulation his weapons of choice. As he seeks to build his inherited empire and uncover the truth behind his parents' death, Justin must navigate dangerous power plays, betrayals, and the intoxicating allure of his own abilities, riches, the high society, greed, power, women and everything mundane in-between. His rise to the top seems unstoppable, but in a world built on secrets, will his newfound status and what he holds make him a king—or destroy him? ****** Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, ORGANIZATIONS, PLACES, EVENTS, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION OR USED FICTITIOUSLY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, REAL EVENTS, OR REAL ORGANIZATIONS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. This novel contains mature themes, strong language, and content that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The actions, beliefs, and behaviors of the characters do not reflect the views, values, or endorsements of the author. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. Finesse is an art—subtle, precise, and often misunderstood. Those who lack the vision to see it will dismiss it, not out of ignorance, but because true mastery is invisible to the untrained eye. This novel isn’t for everyone—it’s for those who understand power in its most refined form. This novel is not for everyone, nor should it be. It is for those who understand that the greatest strength lies not in what is shown, but in what is implied.

WARNING! Contains high Smut scenes. NO RAPE! And, heartwarming romance. Don't read if your heart cannot take love, anger or pain. ---- Her husband pees in her each time they f*cked and she thought it was cum till the day she started rotting... . . Maeve had it all, a heavenly voice, global fame, and a heart that believed in love. And a man who loves her back. Crowned the world's most beloved singer, she gave everything to her music, her fans, and the people she loved. But behind her spotlight was a stage of betrayal. Each time Maeve poured her soul into a new melody, her rival would mysteriously release the exact song first. Branded a fraud, mocked by the industry, and abandoned by her own family, Maeve’s fall from grace was brutal and public. As if that was not all, her husband poisoned her from the inside out. Using her body as his playground for a cruel, sick plan until she began to decay. His cum was plentiful, she always bragged to her friends how good he filled her, but it was pee. Her insides reeked like dead meat. Her discharge was a grey mucus. In the end, Maeve died alone, desperate for answers. Until she wakes up, alive. Back to the very day her nightmare began. This time, she knows the lies behind the smiles... She knows who will stab her back, and when... And she’s ready to rewrite her story… one brutal note at a time. And it seems the universe is already on her side. Giving her a little advantage. She had a tiny timsy power too. Anytime Maeve sings, everyone automatically likes her again, whether it be humming or not. So this time, maybe those scandals might turn in her favor. Excerpts, "You dare not leave me Maeve, you have no one beside me." "Is that so?" Maeve asked her ex and then immediately went to her social media account and made a post. "@Clayton Grey, will you marry me?" The world thought it was a joke. People mocked and laughed at her gut. Clayton Grey is the richest man in the world. A man whose identity is barely known, why would he marry a cast-off like you? But in less than a minute, Clayton Grey, shocked the world. "@Maevedarling Yes, meet me in my office tomorrow." . . For more info on the book, follow me on all socials, @Sspears and TikTok @kourtneysspears. #Quickened by his glory! Elroi!