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Proxy. Hanya nama samaran. Seorang hacker muda yang dijebak oleh broker—mantan rekannya sendiri. Dia anti-hero yang hanya ingin kedamaian untuk dirinya. Tapi setiap kali mencoba keluar dari lingkaran masalah, dia justru terseret lebih dalam, ke permainan yang tak pernah ia pilih. Kini, satu-satunya cara keluar adalah dengan memainkan gambit—mengorbankan sesuatu yang berharga demi membalik keadaan. Di dunia penuh tipu daya dan kode rahasia, satu langkah salah berarti game over. Tapi Proxy tak pernah bermain untuk menang cepat. Dia bermain untuk bertahan... sampai semua lawannya runtuh.

Can a game be a dream come true? Jorah has found a world where he can be Megan Proxy, exploring his own gender identity even while exploring a cyberpunk world that is more than it seems. Something in the world isn't working quite right, but is that a product of the game, or of the fact that the game is using his brain as a mainframe for its processing? Will he be able to enjoy living as a woman, or will he be too busy trying to avoid getting killed for the things that he finds while he takes on the role of Megan? Will the secrets that she uncovers be enough to keep her alive, or will he have to process the loss of his female self so soon after finding a way to finally indulge her? Playing by Proxy is created by Joe Weinberg, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

As Dungeons surgiram pelo mundo já há algum tempo, há pelo menos uns 300 anos. O prota se chama Gabriel e foi recém despertado como rank F- , ele não teria nada de especial se não fosse o fato dele ter mana infinita

Em uma cidade pacata do interior do Paraná, vive Zero, um jovem comum, sem fama, fortuna ou grandes expectativas. Até o dia em que algo impossível acontece: toda vez que ele gasta dinheiro, o valor retorna em dobro na sua conta no Bradesco. Gaste R$10? Ganha R$20. Gaste R$1.000? Voltam R$2.000. Simples assim. Infinito. Imparável.

"Let's Live together. I want your body and I want to kill you, You also loved the sex and you want me dead too, so let's live together" >>> What is EVIL? I could give you a million definitions to explain what Evil means, but I'll do it in one word... ME. My daily live was like any other normal human being. Breath, Eat, Work, Sleep and Mutilate. Along with my Artificial Intelligence Barb, everything was beyond perfect. We had nice, fun activities like 'slice up the Old man', or 'dissect the beautiful lady'. But we mostly played 'smash the lady with a sledge hammer' and 'chase the lady around the house with an axe'. This was until I had my heart broken. Two major things happened to me after my heart got broken... One, I met a girl. And two... I accidentally met the devil. And now he doesn't want to let me go. He wants to make me a doorway between Hell and earth. A key that would drag in more souls to hell. He wants souls, but can not interfere with the affairs of humans directly, and I just think cutting people open is fun. All I had to do was continue what I was already doing. It was all going according to plan, until I realized I had more power than any living creature on earth. Being the devil's proxy wasn't enough anymore. Now I want more. Now... Now I want to make my own hell on earth. >>> "Now that you've given me so much power, what do you get in return?" "Nothing, just the souls of the unfortunate." the devil shrugs. "That's a lie, there's always something extra. So tell me what you want from me." "Okay fine. There is one thing." "What is it?" "Let it rain Hell on Earth" "with pleasure" >>> P.S Although it might seem like a horror movie, it's a romance story. A romance between two blood-crazed psychopaths. Okay, I'll be honest, it's a mixture of gore and romance. My story is a Gore-mance. >> >> The world in this story is a little bit different from earth as we know it, and it's a fantasy novel so some names of places have either been changed or just remodeled. Follow on Instagram : @queenanovels08

After a mysterious fire destroys her life, Elena Rawlings is forced into a 100-day contract marriage with the ruthless Alexander Vance. The rules are simple: don't enter the East Wing, provide bi-weekly blood draws, and never talk to the woman in the mirrors. But as the line between high-tech science and dark obsession blurs, Elena discovers she isn't a wife, she’s a biological vessel for Alexander’s digital sister. In a house made of glass and lies, Elena must decide if she will run for her life or stay to conquer the man who owns her soul.

Every inch of your intellect, every breath you take, and every single thread on your back was bought with my signature. You belong to me, Ethan. For twenty-one years, Ethan Vance's life has been an unpredictable minefield of poverty, survival, and the brutal weight of the Manila slums. His only ticket out is a grueling scholarship at the prestigious Crestview Elite University. But survival has a price. Enter Professor Arthur Chen: a ruthless senior partner, a cold titan of the legal world, and a man who commands absolute institutional power. When Chen buys out Ethan's family debts and secures his mother's premium medical care, it isn't an act of charity. It is a total acquisition. Stripped of his old phone, isolated from his fiercely protective best friend Marcus, and locked into a strict administrative lockdown, Ethan finds himself trapped in a gilded cage of tailored suits, encrypted networks, and luxury. But when a severe tropical storm cuts the campus power grid, the clinical hierarchy completely shatters. Forced into Chen's private, minimalist concrete fortress, they find themselves working side-by-side by the flickering light of black wax candles. In the suffocating intimacy of the dark, the Senior Partner's cold mask slips, revealing a raw, deeply possessive, and dangerous romantic obsession. Ethan faces a terrifying realization: Arthur Chen doesn't just want a brilliant research assistant. He wants him. Entirely. And the most dangerous part? Ethan's broken psyche is starting to crave the master's touch.

"Fro the love of money is the root of all evil" Seven mercenaries from across Asia are deployed into Zarakhanda—a nation already collapsing under a silent war between global superpowers. What begins as a simple extraction mission turns into a death trap when they are cut off, hunted, and forced to navigate a battlefield controlled by rival militias… and foreign intelligence agencies pulling the strings. As alliances fracture and truths surface, the team realizes they were never sent to rescue anyone.

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"