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Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

Un reality show de supervivencia intergaláctica. ¿ESTÁS. LISTO?! Grey no lo estaba. No cuando ya tenía un cuchillo clavado en las tripas. Estaba aún menos listo cuando se despertó con una fuerte sensación de deja vu y el tiempo había retrocedido al inicio de su pesadilla. Y de alguna manera, estaba incluso menos listo que eso cuando volvió a ocurrir. Y otra vez. Grey estaba atrapado en un bucle temporal, asfixiado por los Productores que insistían en pintarlo como un loco exhibicionista, y rodeado de monstruos y traidores en cada esquina. Por desgracia, los brazos robóticos que debían aplicarle su Traje Nexis al principio de cada bucle no dejaban de fallar, por lo que no podía interactuar con el sistema de los Juegos Genesis. Sin sistema. Sin estadísticas. Sin recompensas. Al diablo si no se meaba sobre cada una de sus tumbas. [Advertencia. Gesto obsceno detectado] [Esta es tu primera advertencia. Si hay una segunda--] "¡JÓDANSE!" [Iniciando Prometeo...] [Bienvenido a Marco Titán]

Eu morri uma vez. Fui apedrejada até a morte por uma multidão porque uma garota bonita com uma auréola de heroína ficou com ciúmes da minha utilidade. A última coisa que ouvi foi a confissão dela... foi ela quem abriu os portões para deixar os zumbis entrarem e colocou a culpa em mim. Foi algo realmente tocante. A próxima coisa que soube foi que acordei em um pijama de seda com uma segunda chance. A questão de saber que o apocalipse está chegando é a seguinte: você se prepara. Esvaziei supermercados, roubei armas, enchi um armazenamento espacial com suprimentos suficientes para sobreviver ao fim do mundo. Também aprendi minha lição sobre poderes — eles drenam sua força vital, e não vou morrer duas vezes pelo privilégio de lançar vinhas por aí. Então, fiquei em casa na mansão que dividia com meu tutor e o chefe de segurança dele. Mas decidi seguir o último conselho que recebi na minha vida anterior: 'Fique em casa.' Feito. Não vou a lugar nenhum e ninguém vai conseguir me mover se eu não quiser. Infelizmente para mim, roubei a coisa errada nesta vida, e agora tenho outros dois homens na minha casa que acham que não sei o que estou fazendo. Quatro homens... um tutor bilionário, seu chefe de segurança, um negociante de armas e seu executor silencioso... todos tentaram me convencer a evacuar. Quando isso não funcionou, eles tentaram ir embora sem mim. Engraçado como as coisas funcionam quando você percebe que a única coisa estável em um mundo em colapso não vai se mexer. De repente, os planos de evacuação deles não importam mais. De repente, eles também vão ficar. Não estou aqui para salvar ninguém. Não sou a heroína. Sou apenas uma mulher que já sobreviveu a isso uma vez, e não estou interessada em repetir meus erros. Mas sobrevivência? Essa é a minha especialidade. E, pelo visto, sou a deles também, quer eu goste ou não.

BIG Rewrite incoming. Everything will change. *** Everyone else with 1 Luck. Will Wick woke up with 30 Luck and an error message where his ceiling should be. That was the least strange part of his morning. The voice in his head—ancient, unimpressed, and absolutely certain Will is doing everything wrong—belongs to history's greatest conqueror. Genghis Khan has reviewed Will's memories, assessed his life choices, and has opinions. Loud ones. The main one being: the trillion-dollar corporation that harvested humanity's souls to power their own empire needs to be dismantled. Sector by sector. Server by server. Until the cage they built around this world belongs to someone else. Khan has done this before. Last time it was the Eurasian steppe. The principle, he insists, is exactly the same. Will already lost his family to the cold, corporate math of the old world. Now he's stranded 100,000 years in the future, on an Earth that healed itself while humanity was gone, facing billionaires who bought their way to power before the System even dropped. Genghis thinks this is fine. Genghis has a plan. Will is pretty sure the plan involves conquering everything. He's not wrong. [Progression Fantasy | LitRPG | Slow Burn Conquest | Historical Ghost Companion | Broken Luck Build] One Chapter a day, making extensive edits to early chapters based on feedback. 100+ chapter backlog. Please leave your thoughts on the story good or bad!

"Rajpot Khan" is an enthralling tale of honor, legacy, and resilience penned by the masterful storyteller Sir Faraz. This literary marvel delves into the lives of warriors bound by tradition, navigating a world of intrigue and peril. Set against a vivid backdrop of historical grandeur, Rajpot intricately weaves themes of love, betrayal, and redemption into an unforgettable epic. The story is a testament to the power of collaboration, with contributions from Raj, Srk, and Baba, whose distinct perspectives add depth and vibrancy to the narrative. Raj infuses the tale with a personal connection to heritage, Srk's imaginative insights bring cinematic flair to the unfolding drama, and Baba's wisdom grounds the story in timeless truths. Together, they have helped shape Rajpot Khan into a rich and dynamic saga that resonates with readers of all ages. Prepare to be transported into a world where valor meets vulnerability and tradition clashes with modernity—a journey that only Sir Faraz and his creative team could craft.

Khan wants to be a cultivator.  He promised his father he would become one. When the Awoken Moon Sect rejected him, they didn’t just deny him entry—they declared that he would never cultivate at all. In a world ruled by Qi, that sentence was final. Khan would live and die a peasant. At fifteen, stranded in the mud-choked alleys of Lunis City, Khan survives in a society where strength decides everything—and he has none. Until he learns a dangerous truth. In a world of immortal cultivators, power doesn’t only flow from fists and swords. It flows from dependency. Resources. Secrets. Supply chains. Favors that no sect can afford to lose. If Khan can’t cultivate, he’ll make himself indispensable. He begins walking a path no one warns him about—leveraging scarcity, exploiting ambition, and striking deals that place his life on the line. Every step forward costs him something. Every advantage paints a target on his back. This is a progression fantasy where growth is earned through strategy before strength, where cultivation is delayed, bought, stolen, and paid for in blood and compromise. A slow-burn rise from nothing. The story of a carp that dared to jump the Dragon Gate. Release Schedule: 1 chapter a day posted till the end of this month at 9:01 PM UTC + 4. After that, releasing on Fridays and Saturdays at 9:01 PM UTC + 4. Extra tags: Progression fantasy, Xianxia/cultivation, Slow burn, Fantasy, Weak to Strong, Survival, Strategy/Schemes(later on)

It was blood for blood. That is the rule of the golden throne. Kingdoms, tribes, and sects fought for it but only one will remain and sit on it. The throne of gold and power that is what they describe it. Who ever sit on the throne always seek to conquer the lands and let the enemies of the throne kneel and bow done rejoicing to those who sit on the golden throne. But it was no longer subject to return to the hands of mortals. Because the unstoppable force of the 9 Heavenly dragons took the power and the glory of it. The so-called guardians of the skies and the heavens, but like all those who maintain peace, there is always chaos among peace, and so the battle of the Ruling Dragons started. They named the first dragon after the shining brilliance of light that came when it fly down from the heavens. They called it “Eternal Dragon”. Followed by its brother, the second dragon, who bites on the handle of the throne and is wise and intelligent, the “Enlightened Dragon”. From the left side of the throne, the third brother grips on the handle and roar loudly and its claws embedded itself on the golden throne and named the “Ferocious Dragon”. Then followed by the fourth brother that slithers on the back of the golden throne known for its sweetness and gentleness, the “Blossom Dragon”. Then the fifth dragon known for its love for money and gold, the “Fortune Dragon”. That ended the 5 heavenly Ruling Dragons, but it did not end there. As there are still the four Dragons who did not get near the Golden throne because of their destructive power. Known as the 4 Demonic Dragons of Asura. First was the 6th brother known for mercilessly exterminating innocents and giving the art of war to the mortals. And widely known as the “Dreaded Dragon”. The 7th brother who sided with the Dreaded Dragon, known for liking the color of blood and created the river of blood of Asura the “Blood Dragon” and the 8th brother known for the thinking of the dark arts and created the dark demonic styles of fighting. The only rival of the Eternal Dragon, the “Ravenous Dragon” and the last of the 9 Heavenly Dragons that sided with that Dreaded Dragon and breaking the stalemate among the heavenly dragons for good, the “Thunder Dragon”.

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_This one will hook readers instantly_ > Chaya was just an ordinary girl... until her sister drowned one night without a word. > The police called it an accident. But Chaya heard her sister scream. > Searching for answers, she stepped into the same lake and the water didn't just return her sister’s body. It unleashed a curse that followed Chaya home. > *Now the question isn’t how her sister died... it’s who will be next? *Tags: #Horror #Mystery #Supernatural #FemaleLead #Revenge #Psychological #Indian*

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?"