ethgoesboom

My type of story so if you want a peek then go on and have a look and don't forget to enjoy if not then have a good day

This story is purely fictional, any resemblance to an actual person or place or time is purely coincidental. The target audience of this stories are all genders. This story is also strictly very erotica.

In ancient times, humanity's ancestors revered the gods, worshiping them as beings far beyond their reach, with mortals no more than ants in comparison. In the future, humanity's technological prowess surpasses all else. When the first spacecraft arrives in an ancient world of cultivation, resembling the mythical realms of gods and demons from old legends, the excitement is unparalleled—greater than any previous colonization of life-bearing planets. But this time, humanity no longer respects the divine. Instead, they seek conquest... Vast fleets of warships are dispatched with orders to destroy. The ordinary Earth, the ancient cultivation world, and the futuristic realms of sci-fi mechs—three vastly different worlds collide, and at the center of this massive convergence stands Jiang Chen...

Tormented by his past, a young man sets off on a quest for vengeance following the devastating loss of his family. Yet, his pursuit triggers a series of events that reshape the very fabric of the land, blurring the distinction between good and evil.

Betrayal has a cruel way of breaking someone slowly. Yuri Armani once believed his love with Dimitri Ivanov would survive anything, even fame. But after Dimitri became the nation’s rising idol, the distance between them only grew wider. Now the world is obsessed with Dimitri and Russia’s beloved actor, Felix Kozlov. While everyone celebrates their chemistry, Yuri is left alone with a heartbreak no one notices.

The story unfolds on a distant planet where existence is defined by a complex layer of immaterial consciousness. In this society, the ultimate punishment is not death, but Social Exile—an eternal state of metaphysical isolation. Those who defy the rigid laws of the system are cast into a separate dimension of awareness. They remain physically present, watching the world and even seeing other exiles, yet they are rendered utterly invisible and unable to interact with reality. In this world, consciousness is a programmable entity, strictly regulated by "Red Points" that mark the boundaries of permissible thought. Any deviation triggers a collective ritual that severs the offender from the social fabric forever.

Ethan, twenty -four and broke , works at The Vellum , the city's oldest library . His life is mundane but his nights are not, for he bears a secret . The books in the Vellum are doors, and Ethan is gifted the power to walk through them by the Vellum itself. Diving inside a book had been his life for the last four years -rewriting stories and changing endings and saving characters from death the books owed -out of kindness he felt while reading the book in the real world . But kindness it was not. For every character Ethan saved , a world paid for it in the dark . And now the bill has come to collect . The characters he saved are turning up dead in his own city -real bodies , by impossible means, in rooms that were locked and empty , each one unmade with patient and surgical cruelty by someone who knows every book he ever dived into. Who is killing the characters he saved ? Why does his city , four hundred miles from the sea, smell of salt and rope and tide ? And what is bleeding through the cracks now that the wall between the page and the world has begun to crumble- as realities bend , as worlds converge , as new and hungry stories are born in the seam where they fold together ? Follow Ethan to the bottom of the Vellum , through every door, and every grave his kindness made- to the last truth no reader was ever meant to reach . He believed he was the savior when in reality he was only ever the ____I (read the book for it) This is the unwriting of Ethan .

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—"

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?"

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!