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« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Looking out at the world as we see it today, one can see a common trend, democracy and the peoples of those nations being upset with their governments abilities to lead them, Elias a political historian is given a chance to correct the great mistake as he see's it, and strive to right the wrongs of the past by forging a new world order, one that will bring about true prosperity and justice the world over, preventing humanity from falling into the dark age it was so desperately charging to before.

In a near-future world a hyper immersive game platform called " QUESTCHAIN" is integrated into daily life through AR lenses and neural interfaces People earn points, upgrades and even currency by completing real life and digital quests- ranging from helping someone carry groceries to defeating enemies in game. World overlays layered on top of reality. A group of top tire players begin mysteriously disappearing - rumour say they " glitched out" into the coreworld, a hidden layer of the game where rules no longer applied." When our protagonist a casual player who just trying to survive accidentally glitches into this core world he discover's. The game is evolving on its own. It's rewriting reality. And someone or something is behind it guiding the evolution towards something catastrophic.

Please read my book ; your support means everything to me. Thank you so much! At Westgrove High, three genius-level teens(Albert, Stephen, and Vinci )were more than just friends. They were legends. Known for their brilliance and boundless curiosity, they spent their days dreaming of space, science, and time travel. But one day, their obsession with timelines turned real. After building a mysterious time device powered by theories beyond their age, the trio accidentally triggers a temporal shift;and find themselves thrown deep into the ancient past. Together, they journey through lost eras, crossing paths with Leonardo da Vinci, Marie Curie, Genghis Khan, Aristotle, Pythagoras, Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Isaac Newton, Nikola Tesla, Galileo Galilei, Mansa Musa, Hypatia of Alexandria, Archimedes, Julius Caesar, Michaelangelo, Pablo Picasso, Johann Sebastian Bach, Ludwig van Beethoven, and even a mysterious encounter with Michael Jackson in his prime. What begins as an awe-inspiring adventure quickly becomes a race against time. Their presence in the past starts to distort history,events shift, people change, and the ripple effect threatens to collapse the entire timeline. Now, these teenage prodigies must work together, blending their scientific minds and creative spirits to protect history, preserve legacy, and find a way back home. The past is alive. Time is fragile. And their legacy... has only just begun. Other tags #Time Travel #Epic invention#What if#Ancient Greece#Rome#80s #Science and philosophy #Modern technology vs ancient world #Facing Legends ........... Your reviews, power stones, and comments inspire me to keep writing! Please don’t forget to hit the + button to show your support." You can contact me on Discord Username: silent_plume

Steven Blake was just an ordinary high school student with no outstanding talents—until one day, he awakened the Super Growth System, an all-powerful system embedded in his consciousness. With the system’s limitless potential, Steven rapidly masters academics, combat, business, and technology, rising from a struggling student to a multi-industry prodigy. From revolutionizing his family’s restaurant to dominating the world, Steven’s journey takes him to uncharted heights. Facing rival geniuses, corporate sabotage, and hidden enemies, he uses the system-enhanced ability and his strong willpower and ambition to carve his own destiny. Steven is no longer just a student—he is a rising legend. The world may not be ready for him, but he is more than ready for the world. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The novel also draws inspiration from few of my favourite novel stories, so please don't mind and just enjoy.

Rana ki life upar se bilkul ordinary lagti hai, lekin uske andar kuch aisa toot chuka hai jiska reason use khud nahi pata. Unexplained emotional fractures, ajeeb si baichaini, aur kabhi kabhi dimaag mein flash hone wali tasveerein — jaise uski yaadein usse kuch kehna chahti ho, lekin poora sach chhupa kar. Phir ek din reality hil jaati hai. Past wapas aata hai. Aur Rana ko pata chalta hai ki uski existence utni simple nahi jitni vo samajhta tha. Forgotten memories dheere dheere surface hone lagti hain — ek door ki duniya, ek war, ek decision… aur ek naam jo uske dil ke sabse kareeb hai: Riya. Jaise jaise sach ke tukde judte hain, Rana samajhne lagta hai ki uska past sirf uski life tak limited nahi tha. Kuch aise consequences chain reaction ki tarah phail chuke hain jinka asar ab bhi chal raha hai. Kuch aisa jo balance, survival, aur existence se juda hai. Aur phir ek alien uske saamne khada hota hai. Na poori tarah dushman. Na poori tarah dost. Uska message simple hai… lekin uska weight unbearable. Rana ke andar ek dormant power hai. Riya ke andar ek silent key. Aur un dono ke beech chhupa hai ek aisa decision jo sirf do zindagiyon ka nahi… balki kai realities ka future tay karega. Lekin sach kabhi seedha nahi hota. Intentions unclear hain. Memories unreliable lagti hain. Aur har jawab ek naya sawal paida karta hai. Kya Rana jo yaad kar raha hai vo sach hai? Kya jo use bataya ja raha hai vo manipulation hai? Aur sabse bada darr… Kya kisi ko bachane ki keemat, kisi aur ki barbaadi ho sakti hai? Jaise past aur present collide karte hain, Rana ek aise choice ki taraf dhakela jaata hai jahan right aur wrong ke beech ki line dheere dheere dissolve hone lagti hai. Kyuki kabhi kabhi sabse khatarnak threat… War nahi hota. Balki sacrifice hota hai

Hello friends, this my re-edited version of my first novel. Although it took so many month, I am finally ready to publish regularly. As for those who waited for all this time, I apologize for the wait. Synopsis: Jiang Jie was a very powerful Esper. He was so powerful that even he himself would be unable to control it sometimes. After encountering a man of another dimension and getting bored of his mundane life, he decided to see what exists beyond the fabric of reality surrounding his world. Using his powers, he tore open a hole in reality and traversed through dimensions, only to find himself in a brand new and exciting world. Join Me On Discord: https://discord.gg/tT7Yyaw

Luca and Marc were just two friends joking around with dating sims… until a strange game called Love Reloaded dragged them into a world where every romance route is real. Now trapped inside a visual novel universe with six heroines, looping timelines, and rival main characters trying to steal their routes, the boys have only one mission: Win a girl. Survive the loop. Escape the world. But nothing is simple here. Every failure resets the world. Every route has consequences. Every girl they win follows them into the next world. And the original main characters? They don’t plan on losing their stories… or their girls. With powers awakening, rivalries exploding, and new worlds unlocking, Luca and Marc must fight for love, fight for survival, and fight to get back home. This is Love Reloaded. One world. One route. Infinite retries.

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?"