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DROPPED. --- Synopsis: I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12. So, What's my role in this novel? Am I the villain? Am I an insignificant extra? Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not. But, why bother? Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life. Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life. --- The cover isn't mine. If you are the artist/owner of the cover and want me to take it down. Please let me know. 我不知道為什麼

Ruaan Calder is many things. Wealthy. Charming. Completely guilty. He made one bad decision — okay, several — and now he's trading his designer suits for prison grey. Fine. He can handle that. He's handled worse. What he didn't account for was 'Officer Harolin Crowe.' Cold. Ruthless. Unfairly attractive for someone whose entire personality is making Ruaan's life a living hell. The man has it out for him specifically — blocking every move he makes, sabotaging every attempt to climb the prison hierarchy, and showing up exactly when Ruaan is 'thisclose' to winning. It's personal. Ruaan just doesn't know why yet. Every Thursday, the prison runs its games. Win and you move up. Lose and you wish you hadn't. Ruaan is determined to reach the top — and Crowe is determined to keep him at the bottom, under his boot, where he belongs. The problem? Being under Harolin Crowe isn't nearly as unpleasant as it should be. And the man who swore to make him suffer keeps finding very creative ways to do exactly that. Ruaan Calder deserves everything coming to him. 'He just didn't expect to enjoy some of it.' --- WARNING: Dark themes, prison violence, explicit content, morally grey characters, and a villain who may or may not deserve what he gets. Enjoy!

One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren, a world filled with elemental magic and wonder. Yet, even with the supernatural, Alum remained aloof; whichever world—it didn’t matter. Monsters the form of man, beast, or abomination—it never changed. He knew he wasn’t always alone, but he never thought to have deserved such kindness. To those who gave him paint, now was the time to pay it back, especially in the vivid horrors of the new world—surviving the wilderness. Then, along the way, colors began to seep into the garden, blossoming greens, painting blues, and budding reds. His heart throbbed a funny way for the first time—he’d fallen in love with Amethely at first sight after arriving in the peaceful metropolis, Ilifel. Once, a girl, whom he did not know, revealed to be the Imperial Saint—Could I pursue this? He coolly contemplated, looking at the options. However, change could never be easy for someone like him. How long would it take for a newly rinsed blade to stain? — An elegant Saint with silver-gray hair and pink amethyst eyes was regarded as one of the most prominent light mages in the empire. A girl who was once always in the shadow of her sister, obsessed with research and the path of the sword, with a wish to carry on her late grandmother’s legacy—fell in love. He was a foreigner with soft golden eyes and jet-black hair—a somewhat clueless expression yet charming nonetheless. New to love, Amethely didn’t know what to do, but she knew she wanted to see him again. Thus, she hoped to run into him again, at the same place, at the same time.  This time, she wanted to know his name, and for him to know hers, so that one day, even if their love doesn’t blossom, that light would pierce into his ashen world. NOTE: This is rewritten from scratch so old chapters are gone, poff. But... since people sometimes ask me about it, here's the pdf for all of it, if you want the epub version just dm me or smt, dunno.  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pm4kOijs5-CXcCJdU8-wvgPERkLaPrVD/view?usp=sharing Schedule: 25th Monthly

"Fuck.."I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. [Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. "You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.

After years of having a peaceful life 17 year old Hokuto Orechi is unjustly killed for no reason at all, he is then reincarnated into a world of blood shed and endless war.

Her father and her people broke him. They defiled and killed his whole family. The time has finally come for debts to be settled. Every one of the rogues will pay. There is no mercy, no one can be spared. He will have his pound of flesh. Captured, abused, and tormented, Rogue Princess Adira has secrets, secrets that can topple kingdoms. Yet still, she carries the sins of her people. She is willing to take any punishment thrown her way by the violent alpha who has come for retribution. She is his prisoner and he is her pain. Yet there is a thin line between love and hate. But how can love survive when there is so much loathing between them? How can they survive when they both crave to inflict suffering and death on themselves? Alpha Logan and Princess Adira’s story This is book 4 Book 1: The Royally Screwed Luna Book 2: The Royally Screwed Queen Book 3: The Royally Screwed Princess Book 4: The Royally Screwed Rogue

Dylan a cool bartender watches his closet friend gets killed, seeking for his friend's killer in the cause of avenge, which attracts more gangsters in pursuit for his life. Things gets more complicated when he finds out about a code embedded inside of him by his father when he was 12. Which belongs to the M.T.I.secret agency, his late mom worked for, this code is known as the XV. A weapon designed to destroy mankind.

Sam is given a second chance at life with strange powers, but has he been blessed or cursed? He definitely traded some of his memories, and who knows what else, to live in interesting times. Watch as an ex-detective/gambler, and his best girl Clementine, try to find their way through difficulties he almost certainly made for himself.

Birthed again from the shadows of sinners, with a sword of vengeance and cruel justice as dark as the mud and blood of war. For 5 long years, there have been nothing but endless calamity encompassing Japan. On the battlefront slumber was delicacy, thundering noise of forged iron clashing, and crimson blood flowing relentless like a tidal wave. But all of it came to an end in one swift year, no one knew where they came from, no one knew their identities, they were ghosts among the dead on the floor and barbed wire. When the war ended, no one found them again, and the head of that pack was presumed killed in action 2 months before the battles finalized. Now it's the beginning of 2026, In Japan this year was opened not just with deafening applause and glorious triumph, but with the prayers and wishes of sinners sitting at shrines for blessings in the future. He will not allow that to happen.

“I was Heaven’s best angel, Gabriel—perfect, radiant, unbeatable. Then one stupid bet with a demon, and boom, I’m stuck in Hell ruining bake sales. It’s temporary, though. I’ll get my halo back. No thanks to her.” “‘Her’? Oh, you mean me? Hi, I’m Lily—the demon who now wears that halo. Heaven’s great, by the way. Choir practice? Not so much. But I’m making it work. My current hobby? Making sure Gabe here stays exactly where he belongs—at the bottom.”