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Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby. Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse. Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown. The problem? • She’s a literal infant. • Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination. • Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible. Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

I am a gynecologist. That’s my job. To every other man this job is unbearable. In the beginning, they get excited by touching women’s vaginas but, over time, they got bored and disgusted. This never happened to me though, and this is why I’m such a famous gynecologist. Women come along asking for my touch – for the pleasure and satisfaction that I can give them with by my fingers. The way that I look helps me access a lot of woman's hearts and pussies. They crave my body and my huge dick. My playful experienced fingers make them wet and get them ready for my dick in only a few seconds. It’s not easy and in never was easy, but I made a rules: Don’t ever sleep with any woman more than once, and do not fall in love. I enjoy tasting every woman, but I never taste them more than once. This helps me to not to get bored. I don’t give myself to every that woman stops by my doors. I do have a type and I don’t make compromises. At the start of my career, I did, but not now. That was until a mysterious woman stepped through my door and turned my life upside down. She is ‘the virgin girl that destroyed my boundaries and made me begging to taste her and only her.’

Avendial is the man who lived all life with struggle, and misfortune surrounding him, yet he withstands until everything falls apart hands of twelve Supreme beings. He was alone, and broken, only support that he got was from the Abyss, something that is called evil, yet it embraced him, giving him a way to revenge. Now, Avendialis is on his way to destroy those Beings, but in his way, his first mission is to make the Son of Heaven's Moms and Heroines fall for him. destroy them mentality and take everything heaven have, It's Women and all...

What could romance mixed with gravels and bitter waters taste like? When love comes at the wrong time, tears of joy could turn tears of blood and agony. 'Single moms' brings to humanity the story of what it feels like to exit in a lone world - different from every other, the challenges of existing as a father and a mother and at the same time the stabbings of ex lovers who bring torture, the possibility of finding love and being loved again. What will it feel like, what will be the battle of new lovers trying to love moms who have become scared of being loved again? Here, the battle of character and emotional balance is what to look forward to. Written for and dedicated to Single moms the world over - Single moms solution tablet by favourite author, Anee A David

One day, I fell into the river and drowned. The God of River looked at me, and said: “You’re very brave, young one, so let me give you a mother as a reward. Would you like a golden-haired big-breasted elf mother with an extreme yandere personality, or a black-haired big-breasted sadistic human mother with a tsundere personality?” Me: “I choose… your mom, dammit! What I really want is to quickly reincarnate!!” The God of River smiled at me: “You are a honest lad indeed, so let me gift you both mothers. From now on, you will have two mothers!” Me: “Did you even listen to what I said?!”

One day, I fell into the river and drowned. The God of River looked at me and said: “You’re very brave, young one, so let me give you a mother as a reward. Would you like a golden-haired big-breasted elf mother with an extreme yandere personality or a black-haired big-breasted sadistic human mother with a tsundere personality?” Me: “I choose… your mom, dammit! What I want is to quickly reincarnate!!” The God of River smiled at me: “You are an honest lad indeed, so let me gift you both mothers. From now on, you will have two mothers!” Me: “Did you even listen to what I said?!”

Three S-Class Huntresses raised Cain Vernier like their own son. They bathed him, fed him, kissed his bruises goodnight. But Cain was never truly theirs. Not by blood. Not by fate. Not by the dark truth buried twelve years ago. At age 17, Cain learns what he really is: The last surviving member of a cursed demon bloodline. A walking apocalypse—dormant, for now. There’s only one thing keeping his monstrous instincts at bay: A sacred ritual called The Marking, where his 'mothers' inject part of themselves into him… Through a kiss. Of blood. And something more. Now, what once felt like maternal affection begins to twist. Loyalties blur. Desires awaken. And Cain must confront the most forbidden truth of all: "What happens when a boy no longer wants to be their son ... but something 'more'?"

a simple story of my life to give you guys motivation. You must be fed up with your parents right? wanna try to understand them, maybe they'll understand you too.

Watanabe Kenji lived the way most hardcore otaku do — quietly, passionately, and completely unapologetically. Thirty-four years old. Office worker by day. By night, a man who had watched every anime ever made, read every isekai light novel he could get his hands on, and spent an embarrassing portion of his salary on merchandise nobody else wanted. His specialty? Mother characters. Not the childhood friend. Not the student council president. Not the mysterious silver-haired heroine with the tragic past. The mother. The warm, slightly tired woman in the background that every writer ignored and every fandom briefly went insane over before forgetting completely. The one who handed the protagonist soup and disappeared back into the scenery while getting absolutely zero romantic attention from anyone. Kenji thought this was a crime. He said so. Frequently. To nobody in particular, in his quiet apartment, surrounded by figures and manga and a collection his family considered a personality disorder. His family had long since given up on him. His coworkers thought he was odd. Romance had tried once, found his hobby alarming, and left politely. Kenji told himself it was fine. Most days he even meant it. Then he died. Fell down a staircase on a Tuesday evening chasing instant noodles, which is exactly the kind of death a man like Kenji deserved — small, accidental, and slightly embarrassing. He expected nothing after that. What he got was considerably more complicated. He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Stone. Carved. Expensive-looking in a way that suggested serious hereditary wealth. He looked at his hands. Young. Smooth. Attached to a body that was lean and tall and frankly better than anything he had managed in his previous life. He looked in a mirror. The face looking back was fifteen years old, sharp-featured, and objectively the kind of face that belonged on the cover of a fantasy novel. He had been reincarnated. Into a fantasy world with magic and swords and noble houses and a gender ratio so catastrophically skewed — one man to every ninety-nine women — that the kingdom had developed entire government departments dedicated to the management of males. Into the body of a Duke's son. Into the body of a Duke's son who was, by all accounts, a violent, talentless, girl-hating, mother-hating disaster of a human being. And then the door opened. And she walked in. The Duchess. His mother in this new life. Tall, graceful, with tired eyes she had learned to hide behind a careful smile. Beautiful in the specific, understated way that Kenji had dedicated fifteen years and a significant portion of his disposable income to appreciating. A real, three-dimensional, standing-directly-in-front-of-him mother character. Kenji's brain, after thirty-four years of training, had exactly one response. Oh no. She's perfect. A hardcore otaku reincarnates into a fantasy world as the violent, good-for-nothing son of a noble house — only to discover that his new mother is exactly the kind of woman he spent his entire previous life wishing were real. The old Aldric von Castellan was feared, hated, and avoided by everyone in the household. The new one is going to be a completely different problem. The Man Who Loved Fictional Mothers — a fantasy romantic comedy about a man who finally gets everything he ever wanted, in the most complicated way possible, surrounded by an increasingly unhinged harem of women who have never encountered a boy who was actually nice to them before and do not know how to handle it.

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