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Being the Multi-billionare Heiress to the Ducate Conglomerate wasn't a blessing from the God. It was a curse. And Francessa Ducate was Damned. When she finds herself midst the cut throat ambitions of the people closest to her, who are willing to go to any lengths to acquire her birthright even if it means to put her six feet down. Then one day she receives an unexpected favour which tangles her fate to an name less enigma known as Phantom in the underworld. A deadly, unpredictable Independent Mercenery who also happened to be the most wanted fugitive in her country. He will make sure she continued breathing and as an exchange for his highly sought after services, she will owe him a favour. Anything. Anytime. His call. But what happens when this circle of favours turns into something more intimate and dark, dangerous and personal?

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In a world where people with unnatural abilities are outlawed and sentenced to death, a young man with newly awakened abilities goes on the run

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As Aoki stood at the precipice of this newfound opportunity, his countenance bore a mask of indifference, hiding a maelstrom of emotions within. Reflecting on the cruel hand fate had dealt him, he uttered a resolute phrase that encapsulated his resilience and determination: "If the sun, that beacon of hope and warmth, can no longer reach me, then I shall willingly embrace the comforting embrace of the darkness that surrounds me." [ I am posting this novel on Royal Road as VelgaOP] [ Source : Qidian ]

Nakamura Shoji, a perverted, sarcastic, and cheeky high schooler with a weird, perverted dream, tagged along with his best friend Hadeka Haruki to explore an abandoned shrine, in which an ancient being lived. The two ran away from the being, and after they both went their separate ways, Shoji was killed by a Kitsune. If you want to support or contact me then you have everything on my profile or something idk some disclaimers or something: 1. NSFW not really hard NSFW but it occurs 2. I might forget something so plot holes might occur 3. I'm posting chapters as soon as I write them so there is no real consistency 4. I wrote the first chapters from a first person view and its weird but I changed it later so dw 5. there are barely any descriptions of the surroundings so it's up to you to imagine a person 6. I might forget to describe the looks of a character 7. the story will possibly be very chaotic thanks

Aric, once a defender of his people, begins to realize that the battle against the monstrous threats will demand more than just courage—it will require him to change. As he faces the darkness encroaching on his world, he understands that to truly protect the innocent, he must embrace a more ruthless side of himself. The path ahead is unclear, but Aric knows that becoming a monster may be the only way to fight the evil threatening his people.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.