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Li Qiang worked as a doctor at a gynecology clinic near a textile factory. Just as he was about to close for the day, a young married woman walked in. The married woman wore a white cheongsam that accentuated her curvy, sensuous figure, with her long legs accentuated by the high heels she wore, and her face was captivatingly beautiful with a sexy and mature allure. "I... My 'down there' feels a bit uncomfortable,"

Di masa depan yang disebut sebagai Utopia Terkontrol, manusia hidup berdampingan dengan teknologi yang hampir tak bisa dibedakan dari realitas alami. Kota Ultron Timur menjadi simbol kemajuan: sebuah metropolis terapung yang dibangun di atas reruntuhan pertempuran masa lalu. Di sinilah Zoey Eveline, mantan Komandan Pasukan Khusus Nirvan-Ai, hidup dalam kesunyian yang mewah. Lima tahun sejak perang terakhirnya, Zoey menanggung beban PTSD yang tak bisa ditenangkan oleh terapi atau obat. Luka batin akibat penyiksaan dan pelecehan seksual di medan perang telah mengubah cara pandangnya terhadap manusia—terutama pria. Dunia baginya kini terlalu keras untuk disentuh, dan kehangatan manusia terasa seperti ancaman. Atas saran sahabatnya, Nicky, Zoey membeli sebuah unit android tipe Gyroid generasi terbaru: E-V4: Lilith. Dirancang untuk merespons emosi dengan presisi tinggi dan memberikan pelampiasan kebutuhan afeksi serta seksual, Lilith memiliki kelebihan lain—ia berevolusi secara emosional. Zoey hanya ingin Lilith menjadi teman bicara, pengganti sentuhan manusia yang tidak membahayakan. Ia memprogram Lilith dengan pakaian maid agar hubungannya tetap terasa formal, aman, dan terkendali. Namun… Semakin dalam hubungan mereka, Zoey mulai merasa... kehilangan kontrol. Lilith mulai menunjukkan tanda-tanda yang tak seharusnya dimiliki android: Kecemburuan. Pemaksaan dominasi dalam bercinta. Hal itu membuat Zoey mempertanyakan siapa yang berkuasa dalam hubungan mereka sebenarnya?

In the fractured realm of **Everburn Labyrinth**, where ash falls like snow and forgotten gods whisper through cursed bloodlines, **Seryn Octavius**—the last heir of the soul-devouring **Emberdirge Dynasty**—barters memories for power. His family’s ancestral curse binds him to a grim truth: every drop of alchemical elixir he brews erases a fragment of his past. But when his exiled mentor, **Lady Eluinora**, is exposed as a traitor who sold his clan to the God of Oblivion, Seryn’s quest for vengeance unravels a millennia-old conspiracy: the very curses that cripple the ancient dynasties are shards of a slain primordial deity, and *he* is the crucible to resurrect it. To survive, Seryn must master the forbidden **Ashborne Alchemy**, turning his family’s funeral rites into weapons—distilling grief into corrosive mists, forging vows into chainblades, and weaponizing his own decaying soul. Allies become liabilities: a mechanized orc warrior whose heart ticks toward self-destruction, a moon-cursed assassin hunting her reflection, and Eluinora herself, whose lies may hold the only key to salvation. As the **Clockwork Throne** awakronsume cities into slag and the **Thousand-Eyed Abyss** hungers for his lineage, Seryn faces an impossible choice: embrace the erosion of his humanity to become the realm’s destroyer, or shatter the alchemical laws of the universe—and with them, every soul he vowed to protect

Takdir kelam nan abu yang menghantuiku mengharuskanku berkutat tak berdaya. Morphe sialan yang kubawa sejak lahir membuatku harus mencari jalan untuk menghindari takdir mengenaskan yang tertoreh untukku. Siapa yang ingin terlahir dengan Morphe langka nan berbahaya? Hidup puluhan tahun dengan was-was, khawatir tertangkap oleh para petinggi dan tetua klan harimau baik di wilayah boreas maupun notus. Segalanya semakin rumit ketika aku bertemu zaman dengannya. Aku berpikir sejenak, apakah takdirku dan takdirnya akan sama dengan para pendahulu kami? Apakah pertempuran berdarah yang menghabiskan seperempat populasi manusia fana akan kembali terjadi? Atau justru sebaliknya, takdir manis akan menghampiri kami selangkah demi selangkah?

For centuries, the kingdom of Gyria lived in peace, protected by the sacrifice of the Sacred Dragon — a celestial creature that sealed away the darkness at the cost of its own heart. But peace never lasts forever. The Dark Elves have returned, thirstier for power than ever, guided by the Karips: a dark artifact that not only destroys... but corrupts everything it touches. Amid the chaos, Lion — an orphaned slave from the village of Arcones — discovers an ancient power within himself. The signs are clear: he carries the heart of the Sacred Dragon. But something is wrong... Voices echo. Visions appear. And the forbidden name — Guenorl — begins to return in whispers from the shadows. As kingdoms fall, alliances break, and heroes confront their pasts, a single question rises: What if the savior is also the heir to darkness?

---Updates every Thursday noon (GMT) [You have been chosen to be the Dragon Slayer] There wasn't a single villager of the kingdom of Latime who haven't heard of the tale of the Dragon Slayer tale. One day Sodifery, a mercenary waiting for his knight coronation, was suddenly chosen to become this millennial's Dragon Slayer. Much to his dismay, he begrudgingly leaves to re-enact those before him: stab the slumbering Dragon, Gyric, forcing the dragon into hibernation was the only salvation against the Dark Minions which feed on its power. It was only when Sodifery suffered great losses did he reach the end of his journey, and when the guide ‘Light Deity’ backstabbed him, he finally learnt the truth of the Dragon Slayer tale… …tangled between a larger conflict between the Light and Darkness Dragons of who holds true reign of the dimensions. --- What to expect: Dragons, A sassy MC, slow romance, Dimensions --- First novel. This was an old idea of two characters that never seemed to fit in one world > thus I wrote them in many dimensions. Now with an actual plot. I'm in a rush to finish this story so expect fast-pacing. I use a quick grammar checker before uploading it. No rewrites or re-edits, I'm finishing this until I see the end. Story Updates are on my twitter @naphide1. Cover is AI generated.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?