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[Tenant: 002] [Name: Reiko Onodera] [Physical Strength: 5] [Intelligence: 5] [Charm: 9] [Daily Rental Payment Required: 666 yen or role-play as a housewife daily (paid)] [Daily Income Generated: 5,000 yen (settled)] [Tenant Desire List:] [1. Wishes to find a suitable job (X)] [2. Hopes to bring her daughter to live together in Tokyo (X)] [3. Has found a dependable person in Tokyo (accomplished)] ………… Living in Tokyo, collecting rent while lying flat. The widow working part-time away from home, the heartbroken beauty who ran away from home... the tenants are all strange... ```

[Warning: This Contains Mature Content including kissing, bloodshed and etc.] Wisteria Cleirigh is a Lady Household that has been apart from her own home for 12 years and somebody is calling her right back at it. Coming back home every corner of the mansion is a mystery of its history and even everyone around it is. Adventurous for a small weak body and bravely wondered, until she hears something. Out of her curiousity she followed whoever is calling her and discovered something that she should never know about vampires... Or it should be? and that's not that she discovered but more of the mysterious things only a few have known. She opened her eyes into the world of the unknown that she thought that only humans lived on the land of earth. Reaching for each others hand but they're kept being pulled away for one another

"Love Tripped Into My Room: I Just Wanted Peace, Not Panties" Kaito Tenma just wanted a normal life. Wake up, eat toast, avoid drama, and maybe—just maybe—confess to his beautiful, blunt childhood friend, Riko. But fate sucker-punches that dream into space when a half-naked girl crashes through his ceiling and declares his room as her new home. Now he’s living with Yuna, a mysterious (and dangerously clingy) bombshell who thinks clothing is optional and personal space is a myth. From lewd accidents to jealousy-fueled misunderstandings, Kaito’s life spirals into a wild, hilarious mess of high school chaos, horny misunderstandings, and girls who seem way too interested in ruining his peace. He didn’t ask for a harem. He didn’t ask for trouble. But trouble keeps tripping into his life—one girl at a time.

Tubo has always loved big, bold, beautiful granny panties — a symbol of her heritage, confidence, and unapologetic Black womanhood. But every time she opens her heart, the world tries to shrink her. Two boyfriends walk away because she refuses to tone down her style. A close friend betrays her trust, exposing her love for granny panties in a public scandal that haunts her at work and in her soul. Torn between shame and self-love, Tubo nearly burns her entire collection — and a part of herself — in a desperate attempt to fit in. But through pain and deep reflection, she rediscovers her power. Inspired by a powerful commercial celebrating real women unashamed of who they are, Tubo has a breakthrough: she’s done apologizing. Embracing her truth, she launches a blog sharing her journey of broken hearts, betrayal, and self-acceptance — proving that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is wear your heart on your hips and love yourself out loud. This is a story about identity, healing, and the freedom that comes when you finally stop shrinking to make others comfortable.

Jaeho Kwon has always lived a life of rigid control, bound by his family’s expectations and a future that’s been planned out for him since birth. On the surface, he’s the perfect heir—polished, powerful, and untouchable. But beneath the cold facade lies a man desperate for freedom, for passion, for something real. Eunsu Han, a struggling artist with a sharp tongue and a guarded heart, lives in a world far removed from Jaeho’s. Haunted by past betrayals and carrying the scars of his own choices, he’s given up on love—until one stormy night throws Jaeho into his path. Their connection is instant and undeniable, but their worlds couldn’t be more different. As their forbidden romance unfolds, Jaeho is forced to choose between the life he’s always known and the one he truly wants. Meanwhile, Eunsu must confront the ghosts of his past and decide if he’s willing to risk his heart again. In a world where power, duty, and desire collide, love comes with a price. How far will they go to defy the odds and fight for each other? And when the storm finally clears, will they still be standing? Note: This story contains mature themes, steamy romance, and emotional conflict. For readers 18+.

What more can I say about a 21-year-old who has never experienced any type of love or romance in his life goes to work for a single father who was relieved of duty from the military and is under pressure from taking care of his young daughter which leaves him to never having any time for himself? Two sexually-abstinent men under the same roof? What could go wrong? Or right...

A homeless girl gets caught in the rain as she runs to an alleyway to take shelter when a man wearing a thick coat with a red mane around his neck walks up to her. He holds a crystal clear umbrella over her head and silently looks down at her. "Want to come with me?" His voice sweet and mellow. As they go through new experiences with each other, strange events occur around the man and a completely different beast of a life awaits the innocent girl.

Rhea writes thrillers for a living. Cold cases, killers, and missing girls fill her pages — but never her reality. Until now. A man is found dead. Tortured. The kind of perfect murder she used to only imagine. And the detective on the case? He’s been reading her books a little too closely. As Detective Aaran digs deeper, he finds not just clues... but her. And Rhea? She’s watching him fall — step by step — into the story she’s writing in real time. But who is the real author of this crime? And who’s being played? Obsession. Deception. Blood written like poetry. Welcome to the quietest scream you’ll ever read. “She wrote the perfect murder. He fell in love with it.”

I stood frozen in place, words that were bubbling in my mind seemed to be trapped in my throat, refusing to come out. I have exhausted my courage pills for today. True power comes from fear, He knew it well. " You are a Villain, you know that? Right? That bad Cruel witch " " Huh..." "Hmm, Someone who manipulates everyone around to get what they wanted." " Oh....., and what did the Vi- Villain want?" He chuckled with certain amount of unmeasurable darkness. "Find out, before the consequences of your crimes crushes you to ashes." ------ A journey of Vrinda Rao and King Chitranjan Chauhan. A story of three Aliferious Amulets

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?"