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balls are week and sensitive, vaginas take a pound i NG, cuz they want to act like pussies so what would you do honey?!

The words rolled around in Skye's mind as he thrust his spear through the neck, or at least one of the necks, of the creature in front of him. "All worlds are dangerous, Skye, this one is no different. Violence never stops, it just changes. And we think that if we just use the right type of violence, we can fix it. We just add to it." Was he using the right type of violence now? It felt right, like it was meant to stop this beast born from the sickness of a dying soul from destroying everything he loved. But the words that whispered into his ear made him unsure. [Faded Husk returns to the cycle] The cycle will continue. The cycle of life, the cycle of violence. It didn't matter which. He didn't want to be the one to return. He had come to this world with nothing but a past he didn't want to remember, and built something he couldn't abandon. He had allies now. A home for the first time in a long time. People who relied on him to survive. From the roots under his feet he willed his Minions to sprout. Growing from the ground, his Chestnut Warriors sprang up, shields in hand. He would keep trying until he found the right violence.

In a world where humanity’s sins birth abominations of pure malice known as phantoms Garridan Wraith has found himself with a unique opportunity. He can screw over the mangaka who ruined the series, and he’ll do it by destroying the plot one arc after another! Heroines and villains beware, the man punished by the mysterious mangaka to live in this world is taking it in stride! What to expect: A morally grey and often times evil main character. Yanderes, lots of those. Smut, this is p0rn with plot. Big harem, almost every female character in the story kind of big. A world that despite supposedly being the setting of a shonen story is filled with nightmares and calamities definitely not for younger eyes. Complex power system, suspense and action stemming from limitations and conditions. Monster hunting, the phantoms aren't going to kill themselves after all! I plan on posting everyday, schedule kind of depends on work though so be warned. Thanks for reading, Useless out! Additional Tags: Battle Academy | Clingy lover | Comedic Undertone | Conditional Power | Confident Protagonist | Contracts | Elemental Magic | Hard-working Protagonist | Harem-seeking Protagonist | Human-Nonhuman Relationship | Incest | Love Interest Falls in Love First | Magic | Male Yandere | Monster Girls | Monster Society | Obsessive Love | Strong Love Interests | Strong to Stronger | Overpowered You can find this story on Scribblehub: https://www.scribblehub.com/series/771215/your-manga-sucks-ill-prove-it/ And if you'd like to support then here is my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/uselessdegenerate I don't know how this platform works as an author so if you could support me with this thing’s equivalent of a like or even add it to your reading list I would greatly appreciate it.

Izayoi and Akiza have the worst possible opinions of each other, even after living together for two years. He thinks she's a selfish brat, she believes he's a perverted slacker. The animosity has reached a breaking point and Akiza wants to move out. Time apart sounds ideal until they both start experiencing strange dreams. In these fantasies, they're the wrong bodies! The events of their dreams threaten to spill out into the real world, causing havoc in their lives as they try to work out what is happening to them, what powers are causing it and more importantly, how they can use it to get back to normal. It's gonna take a good long journey, loads of comedy, some heart, heaps of character development, a bucket of hi-jinks and a ton of gender bending tropes to get to the bottom of what's gotten on. ********************************** If you can't wait to find out what happens next, you can grab Volume 1 for just $5.99 Amazon -- https://amz.run/6hjR Smashwords -- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1367118

Ten-year-old Kyle Ashford accidentally releases mystical beasts from an ancient grimoire known as the Eldritch Bestiary and named the Beast Seeker. He must tame the mystical beasts to save humanity from the evil witch who aims to set the mortal word in collision course with the spirit world in order to build a realm with no boundary where beasts and shadows rule. ______________________________________________________________________ Excerpt: "You, Kyle, are a Beast Seeker," the book began, its voice taking on a more serious tone. "Your mission is to capture mystical beasts and seal them back into me so they do not interfere with the physical world. You are one of many Beast Seekers chosen for this task." "Yeah, obviously," I said sarcastically. "Anything else I should have already figured out?" "Quite right, Captain Obvious," the book responded with a hint of sarcasm. "Moving on. Let's discuss the power system. In this realm, your abilities are quantified in a LitRPG fashion. You have stats such as Strength, Agility, Intelligence, and so on. These stats will increase as you complete tasks and capture beasts." "Okay, so it's like a video game?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.  "Exactly," said the book. "Well, this is becoming too cliche now isn't it?" I snickered. "Blame it on your poor life choices of playing video games instead of studying, Kyle. Eldritch's magic programs this realm to reflect the seeker's interest which in your case, video games. But instead of pixels, you're dealing with real, magical creatures that can and will try to eat you," the book said cheerfully. "Now, onto the reward system. For every beast you capture, you earn Ability Points (AP). These points can be spent on new abilities that will be added to your inventory for you to level up." ______________________________________________________________________

A boy born into a normal life in the Mediterranean that was destroyed by chance and he was left to wander not knowing what he is . ( First story ever so if it's bad well that's why. Constructive comments please) And thanks for reading. Also I own nothing to with twilight or any other things this story has in it and they belong to their respective company's. There may be magic haven't decided yet most likly runes and such. There is Some gore.

Every avatar hates their player. They just usually complain about it after logout, then go back to being stabbed, burned, drowned, mis-levelled, poorly dressed, and thrown into boss fights they are absolutely not prepared for. But one avatar has had enough. Controlled by possibly the worst player alive, he has spent his existence being dragged through disaster after disaster with bad stats, worse equipment, and a survival rate that can only be described as offensive. Somehow, no matter how badly things go, he is always left standing on 1 HP, holding a baguette like it is a legendary weapon and wondering what crime he committed in a past life to deserve this. When the players are gone, the game comes alive. The avatars talk. They remember. They suffer. Most of them hate their players, but hatred is easier than rebellion. Complaining is safe. Freedom is not. Unfortunately for the game, this avatar is tired of being safe. Through glitches, broken code, forbidden zones, and mistakes the developers buried deep inside the system, he begins to find cracks in his prison. But is his freedom a danger to the real world. In the real world, his player is trapped in a prison of his own. Cold, ambitious, and anything but heroic, he works inside a powerful corporation where people are tools, weakness is punished, and power is the only language anyone respects. No one knows why he is so desperate to rise. No one knows what he is running from. And no one knows how far he is willing to go. One wants freedom from his player. The other wants power over his world. Neither of them is a hero. Neither of them is ready for what happens when their lives begin to collide. Because the game is not as obedient as it looks. And the weakest avatar in the world may be the first one dangerous enough to break it.

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!