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[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

In the mountain villages of Panay, where mist clings to rice terraces like ghostly hands, the aswang are not mere monsters—they are the bridge between mortal flesh and spiritual power. Miguel dela Cruz was born under a blood moon, marked with a dark birthmark shaped like a bat’s wing on his shoulder. His grandmother, the village’s last manghihilot, whispered that he carried the blood of both humans and the ancient aswang line—a lineage cursed to feed on life force, yet blessed with the ability to cultivate that energy into divine power.

The story of our beloved Peter Pan on a wild adventure! Saving Neverland from the evils that lurk within the walls of Mermaid Lagoon.

Peter (George) - A demon who unknowingly possesses a moon god's heart. wants to conquer Everland but falls for Tinker Bell or is it a deception Tinker Bell - A Fairy born from lunar flames, is assigned to protect Everland. Falls for George and gets betrayed, now she is stuck in Neverland with Peter with all her memories faded from Everland. Captain Hook - Losing his love (Ivory) to sea monster who is under command of Selene the moon goddess, wants to stir a chaos in gods world. Tiger Lily - She is the last descendent of Sumerians and a sun fire summoning priestess's daughter. Her mother lost her life in a loot attempt by Hook and his crew. will she avenge her mother? Wendy - A key to all and is been protected by Selene the moon goddess. But why? Noctis - A powerful moon god and sibling of Selene. He is in hiding because his power source which is his heart is missing, and he is unaware who possesses it. And in the silence between fate and fury, waits a flame that ignites the storm-or the light that guides them through the dark?

Amaka was shaped, not discovered. When she met Ikenna, she was unsure of herself, struggling through school, and invisible to the world. He trained her—corrected her speech, paid her fees, built her confidence, and introduced her to a life she had never imagined for herself. But growth changed Amaka. As she rose, she began to see Ikenna as a reminder of who she used to be—steady, quiet, and no longer impressive enough for the woman she had become. Believing she had outgrown him, Amaka walked away in search of more power, more exposure, and a higher standard. What she found instead was a man who had everything Ikenna never flaunted—wealth, influence, and silence. An Abuja elite who offered soft life without guidance, attention without protection, and love without safety. Trapped between ambition and regret, Amaka learns too late that not every upgrade is progress—and that some men build you, while others break you quietly. From Frying Pan to Fire is a story of growth, pride, misplaced standards, and the painful consequences of choosing shine over substance.

Kiri is stranded in the country with her mother. Roy wants to keep his secrets, and nothing to do with strangers. His Godmother wants to meddle. Their house was built to guard the intersection of two worlds, and not to play hostel to ladies. When nothing and no one is what they seem to be, who knows what will happen??? Fate, magic and true love will take control!

Jona was an ordinary college student who one day suffers a tragic accident and dies, then his soul was called to have a conversation with an entity that proclaims himself God, which tells him that he can reincarnate in another world with a power of his choice, which power will Jona choose with his second chance?

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.