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Caelan había transmigrado durante diez años enteros, pero aún no había despertado una clase o talento. Todo porque el sistema le había asignado dos misiones de prerrequisito completamente absurdas antes de despertar: Realizar la Técnica Básica de Espada en bucle 100,000 veces Forjar 10,000 espadas ¡Ding! Todas las misiones de prerrequisito han sido completadas por el anfitrión. Clase Única Adquirida: ¡Espadachín Blanco! Talento Único Adquirido: ¡Ascensión de Habilidad! El anfitrión puede gastar monedas de oro para mejorar directamente cualquier habilidad al Nivel Máximo (Nv. 100). ¡Ding! Se ha entregado la recompensa inicial de vinculación del sistema. ¡Felicitaciones! ¡Evolución de Talento Activada! Talento Único Adquirido: ¡Ascensión Infinita! ¡El anfitrión puede gastar oro para mejorar cualquier habilidad hasta el Nv. 99.999! ¡¿Qué?! ¡¿Nv. 99.999?! Las habilidades de otras personas tienen un tope en el Nv. 100, ¡pero todas las mías llegan hasta el Nv. 99.999! ¡¿Y puedo mejorarlas siempre que tenga dinero?! Mirando su abultada bolsa de monedas, una leve sonrisa apareció en la comisura de la boca de Caelan. Después de transmigrar durante diez años, seguía siendo el joven maestro de una familia de magnates oculta— si había algo que a Caelan nunca le faltó, era dinero. …… Muchos años después, ante el Consejo del Río del Tiempo— "Así que, esta prueba ha vuelto a terminar en fracaso." "Sí. Olvídalo. Borremos todos los mundos en esta línea de tiempo ramificada." En ese momento, una esbelta figura apareció ante el consejo. "¿Quién va ahí?" "¿Cómo atravesaste la barrera dimensional?" …… La única respuesta fue un silencio interminable. Levantaste un solo dedo y dijiste: "Venid." En un instante, innumerables afluentes del Río del Tiempo convergieron en la punta de tu dedo, condensándose en una espada semitransparente. "Ahora," "es hora del ajuste de cuentas."

She met him as a child, he raised her like his daughter...until she fall in love with him. She was the princess of a kingdom, betrothed to another strong king. He was a young priest, swore to only love god and never touch or even think about any woman. Will he be able to resist that love and temptation, and stop himself from doing the greatest sin? Did she ever get the love she wanted? Or will she be trapped in a loveless marriage? And will society ever let them two together or the pure love will be treated as a sin? •••••• I chuckled hearing his answer, he was talking like a possessed man, without any emotion. I already knew I was going to get rejected by him, but still, I tried... He is a priest after all and had years of experience in resisting seduction. What was I even thinking when I decided to tell him my feelings? “ Sure Father, I won't get late”, I replied and turned around as I get the worst idea of my life. I can't be more shameless, can I? It's all worth it though...for him, I have no shame. My heart was pounding, and my whole body was shivering because of fear. Was I really going to do this? Hell, yes. The soft silk gown fell from my body when I removed it. My long golden-brown hair was hiding my back but still, it was outrageous to stand naked in front of another man, and it was even more sinful if that man is your father! I saw his lascivious gaze when I turned around after sitting in the bathtub. The rose petals were hiding my body, but my bare shoulder was still visible. It wasn't even allowed for me to reveal my full face to anyone, but here I am, naked in front of a priest.

In a world where beast tamers dominate society through strength and spirit bonds, a cautious and unassuming young man named Rei Valen lives in the bustling city of Orenth. Laughed at as a "failed tamer" due to his seemingly weak bond beasts—a lazy furball, a singing frog, and a cowardly squirrel—Rei hides a terrifying secret: Each of his beasts is a legendary-class creature in disguise, capable of wiping out armies. But Rei doesn’t want fame. Instead, he wants a peaceful life, build a trading guild, grow a potion brand, and quietly create an empire… all while avoiding battles and staying under the radar. However, fate won’t leave him alone, as absurd situations and underestimated challenges keep forcing him to act. ps Dropped novel

Li Yun traversed to the fantasy world and obtained the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. The Heavenly Secret Pavilion could calculate the past and future, and it could also observe the fate of individuals. Nothing in the world could escape the deductions of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. Primordial Holy Lord: “How could the Heavenly Secret Pavilion know the secrets of the two Imperial weapons hidden in my Primordial Holy Land?” Radiant Light Holy Lord: “I’ve been undercover in the righteous path for three thousand years, on the verge of unifying it. How did the Heavenly Secret Pavilion expose my identity as the demonic path cultivator?” Master of the Forbidden Zone: “The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion is so terrifying. I’ve survived for three million years, considering my strength unparalleled, yet I never expected to rank only seventeenth on the Supreme Ranking.” … With the opening of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, many giants of the cultivation world waited in line outside the pavilion to buy an opportunity to advance further, filled with worship and reverence.

WARNING: DARK THEMES, OBSESSION, AND MORALLY DARK CHARACTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you can’t stomach unhinged men, manipulation, and a female lead who learns to weaponize her pain—turn back now. WSA SUPPORT. In the sprawling beast-realm galaxies, a woman's power means nothing without a womb that bears fruit. Status, strength, supernatural gifts—all rendered worthless against the singular measure of fertility. Jinx, a descendant from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan learned this lesson in blood and betrayal. For years, she loved blindly. Her werewolf husband, Fenris, repaid that devotion with public humiliation, poisoned meals designed to keep her weak and barren, and a parade of mistresses who laughed at the "broken fox" he kept chained through manipulation. When an "accident" finally claimed her life, Jinx died with his mocking laughter still echoing in her ears. Death, however, wasn't finished with her. She claws her way back from the void, but she doesn't return alone. Bonded to a mysterious system that grants her abilities beyond anything the beast realms have witnessed, Jinx rises—wearing the mask of the fool everyone already believes her to be. Let them underestimate her. Let them see only the barren, broken woman they discarded. They won't see the blade until it's already at their throats. As Jinx dismantles her enemies piece by piece—ruining fortunes, exposing secrets, and watching the mighty crumble—she encounters something she never anticipated: Flynn. A beast lord with eyes that don’t look at her with pity...but hunger. The moment he saw her, he wanted her. Not gently. Not patiently. Completely. And Flynn is not a man who accepts denial. He offers help… but nothing about him feels safe. He’s dangerous. Unpredictable. Possibly just another predator wearing a better mask. Or worse— Someone real. In his unhinged charcater, she think he is another predator in clever disguise? Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Jinx must navigate deadly politics, unlikely alliances, and the terrifying possibility that not every man deserves her wrath. Burn the world… Or risk her heart in the hands of a man who might ruin her even more completely than the last. But one thing remains certain: those who made her suffer will pay the terrible price.

In a world where power, privilege, and innocence mean nothing once they encounter superior big black cock, these once-untouchable princesses are hunted, claimed, and utterly destroyed. This dark erotic collection delivers raw, merciless tales of privileged women — spoiled heiresses, sheltered socialites, and pampered beauties — whose tight, untouched holes are brutally stretched, wrecked, and ruined by massive, throbbing big black cocks. No gentle romance. No mercy. Only savage domination, forced orgasms, and complete surrender. From the scorching Kenyan savanna to glittering New York penthouses, dangerous Brazilian favelas, and beyond, these women are dragged into a nightmare of pleasure and pain. They fight at first — whimpering, begging, crying that it’s “too big” — but their bodies betray them. Their tiny pink pussies, virgin asses, and eager throats are pounded mercilessly, double- and triple-stuffed, choked, slapped, and flooded with thick, potent loads until they’re gaping, leaking cum in rivers, and broken. Breeding. Degradation. Gangbangs. Public humiliation. Mind-shattering ecstasy. Each story pushes deeper into darkness: a lonely heiress turned into a savage tribe’s shared cumdump on safari… a sophisticated Manhattan socialite blackmailed and gang-fucked on a rooftop while the city watches… a tourist kidnapped and used as a breeding toy in the slums… and many more. By the final page, these fallen princesses no longer dream of their old lives. They only crave one thing — to worship BBC, spread their ruined holes, and beg to be used harder. Warning: This collection is extremely explicit, dark, and without limits. If brutal stretching, forced submission, and total BBC addiction aren’t your kink, walk away now. But if your thighs are already squeezing and your pussy is dripping at the thought of innocent princesses getting ruined forever… welcome home, slut….

My father died and left me nothing-except a debt to a man everyone fears. Damon Knight. I thought they'd take everything. The apartment. The memories. What little I had left. Instead- they took me. Now I live in his penthouse. Not as a guest. As his maid. Clean. Cook. Stay quiet. Don't disobey. That's the deal. He doesn't touch me YET. He says I will beg. Just watches. Always watching. Like I'm something he's trying to understand-or something he's trying not to want. Everyone says he's a monster. A man who controls everything. A man who never loses control. But late at night... when he corners me in the kitchen, his voice low against my ear-it doesn't sound like control. It sounds like restraint. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, Trouble." I look up at him anyway. "Fuck you" I say He just smirks ,"Soon, I will fuck you soo thoroughly that all you can think will be is how good my cock felt in your pussy." That's when it happens. That shift. Dark. Possessive. Irreversible. Because Damon Knight has one rule- he never kneels. He never tastes. He never fucks any woman. So why does it feel like... he's about to break it for me? A dark billionaire romance with a control-obsessed antihero and a girl who refuses to bend. He owns the city. But the only thing he wants to claim- No worship... is her. ___________ A dark romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Worship | 18+" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 4th book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.

"By order of His Imperial Majesty... the Villainess is sentenced to death." Seraphine died with a laugh on her lips, her crimson hair stained with the very blood she was accused of spilling. Betrayed by the Emperor she once loved and executed before a cheering crowd, she expected nothing but the cold embrace of hell. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. When she opens her eyes, the scent of blood and iron is gone, replaced by lilies and incense. The whip scars have vanished, her skin is flawless, and her once blood-red hair now turned blonde shines like gold beneath the holy light. She has returned. Not as the condemned Villainess... But as the Empire's long-awaited Saintess. Now, the same people who screamed for her execution kneel at her feet, desperate for the touch of her "sacred" hand. The Emperor who ordered her death gazes at her with reverence and hope, never realizing that the miracle he worships is the very woman he condemned to the blade. With a divine smile and a heart filled with venom, Seraphine begins her most dangerous performance. She will heal the sick. She will save the dying. She will smile like an angel while leading the Empire—step by smiling step—into the most beautiful nightmare it has ever seen. "You wanted a Saintess, Your Majesty?" "Then pray you survive the one you created."

A reverse harem romance * Aurora doesn’t believe in demons, destiny, or second chances—especially not when her life is falling apart one shattered motorcycle and strange hallucination at a time. But when two mysterious men show up with glowing tattoos, impossible truths, and eyes that feel far too familiar, her carefully controlled world begins to slip. And sleep offers no escape—only vivid dreams of fire, battle, and the haunting pull of four men she’s never met… but somehow already knows. As the line between reality and memory begins to blur, Aurora finds herself hunted, desired, and awakened in ways she can’t explain. The power rising inside her isn’t normal. It isn’t safe. And it refuses to be forgotten. Worse still—her heart begins to betray her. Because even without her memories, she’s falling for them. All four of them. Some sins were never meant to stay buried. And love was never meant to be split four ways. * Author’s Note: This book is an emotional reverse harem romance set in a modern world of demons, forgotten wars, and forbidden desires. This book contains mature themes including violence, sexual content, trauma, and elements of MM (BL) romance. It’s intense, steamy, and messy—in the best possible way. If you enjoy stories with slow-burn obsession, supernatural soul ties, morally gray love interests, and a heroine with dangerous power buried under her skin, welcome to your next addiction. Read with your heart open and your shadows ready.

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?"