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The Devil's Favourability System(Dark Bl)

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CEO. Tyrant. Supreme Ruler of the Corporate World. Silas Grimshaw had it all—power, wealth, and the unshakable belief that he was the good guy. He was appointed CEO of his father’s company after his sudden death, and his methods were ruthless. If he had to make a few people’s lives a living hell to climb to the top, so be it. After all, it was all for the greater good, right? But, when someone finally decided to take revenge for the countless lives he’d crushed beneath his heel, Silas met a brutal and well-deserved end. And that's when things took a weird turn. Silas wakes up in a new world, only to find himself trapped in a FAVORABILITY SYSTEM. His mission? Make the protagonist of each world like him. The catch? The protagonist always hates his guts. The second catch? If he fails, the protagonist will brutally kill him, and he’ll be flung into an even worse nightmare world. Now, forced into an endless loop of blood, terror, and constantly being hated, Silas must use every underhanded trick in his book to win the favor of each new protagonist—whether it’s manipulation, charm, or sheer intimidation. After all, how hard could it be to make someone adore him? (Answer: Excruciatingly hard.) But Silas is determined to win, no matter the cost. Even if it means smiling through the suffering, hugging his would-be killer, or systematically removing every other love interest, he will reach 100%. Because Silas Grimshaw is a good person. Right?

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Chapter 1Chapter 1:The Tyrant's Last Breath

The dim light of the city lights filtered through the curtains, casting a shadow on the prone body of Silas Grimshaw and his penthouse bedroom. A thick blanket was draped casually over his muscled torso, barely hiding the firm line of his chest as he slowly exhaled smoke. A cigarette dangled between his lips, its embers pulsating like a heartbeat in the darkness.

His amber eyes skimmed over the open laptop and scattered documents beside him. He didn't need to read them—he ruled his empire with instinct alone, making and breaking fortunes with a flick of his pen. Thick glasses perched low on his nose, framing a gaze that could strip a man down to his weakest thought.

His fingers drummed idly on the laptop, the air thick with smoke. Everything bent to his will. The world, his company, the people beneath him.

He sprawled across the massive bed, the dark silk sheets pooling around him like spilled ink. The space was indulgent, built mostly for pleasure, but right now, he was exhausted. With a careless flick, he tossed his laptop to the foot of the bed, exhaling a slow stream of smoke as he sank deeper into the plush surface.

Then, warmth. Two bodies pressed against him—smaller than him, needy. A woman with golden skin, her lips tracing his collarbone. A man, lean and eager, nuzzling into his neck. Their fingers ghosted over his skin, their breaths shallow, hungry.

Silas smirked, stretching like a king in his domain as the two bodies pressed against him, warm and eager. The dark silk sheets tangled around them, the lingering scent of sweat, smoke, and sex clinging to the air.

"Silas..." the woman murmured, her lips grazing his collarbone.

"You're amazing," the man whispered, voice thick with adoration.

Silas exhaled a slow breath, lazily amused. He tilted his head, his eyes flickering with mischief as he ran a hand through his tousled auburn hair.

"Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say," he mused, his smirk widening. "Not that I blame you—last night was spectacular. You guys really kept up. Almost impressive."

Silas's smirk deepened as he felt the two bodies press closer, their need palpable against his skin. It was almost laughable how predictable this was—how quickly they melted, how easily they clung to him like he was the best thing they'd ever touched. And, well, he was. He rolled his shoulders back lazily, stretching like a cat, the muscles in his arms flexing just enough to make them stare. His eyes glinted with teasing amusement as he glanced between them.

"God, I love this part," he mused, exhaling smoke from his cigarette before flicking the ash onto the tray beside him. "That moment when you both realize you've made the best decision of your lives by ending up in my bed."

The woman let out a soft, breathless laugh, but her fingers tightened against his chest, nails digging in slightly. The man, lying on Silas's other side, huffed but didn't move away—if anything, he seemed torn between glaring at her and clinging to Silas even harder.

"You're so—" the man started, but Silas cut him off, shifting just enough to pin them both with a cocky grin.

"I know, I know," he drawled, voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "Unfairly gorgeous. A walking sin. A literal menace to your sanity. I hear it all the time." He ran a hand through his hair, flashing them a look of pure arrogance. "But please, do go on. I love compliments."

The woman let out a groan, half exasperated, half turned on. "You're so infuriating."

"And yet, here you are," Silas said smoothly, tilting her chin up with two fingers before pressing a slow, teasing kiss to her lips. She shivered—actually shivered—and he smirked against her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her. "Can't be that bad, huh?"

Before she could respond, the man made an impatient noise and shifted closer, his fingers gripping at Silas's side. "You really think you're the center of the universe, don't you?"

Silas turned his attention to him, exhaling a soft chuckle. "Oh, baby," he murmured, brushing his thumb along the man's lower lip. "I don't think—I know."

With that, he tugged the man forward, kissing him with a roughness that left no room for argument. The guy let out a soft gasp against his lips but immediately melted into it, hands gripping at Silas's shoulders like he was trying to ground himself.

By the time Silas pulled away, the man looked dazed, lips parted, breath shallow. The woman looked no better, eyes heavy-lidded with jealousy, as though she needed to remind Silas she was still there.

Silas sighed dramatically, running a lazy hand down his chest. "You two are ridiculous," he mused, shaking his head. "You do realize there's plenty of me to go around, right?"

The woman huffed, burying her face against his shoulder, while the man shot her a look like he was about to argue. Silas grinned, stretching his arms behind his head, basking in the attention.

"Last night was amazing, though," he admitted, smirking.

Their bodies answered before their words did—pressing closer, melting into him, eager for more.

Silas chuckled, his lips curling in amusement.

Yeah. He really did love this part.

The door creaked open, slicing through the hazy tension like a knife. Silas Grimshaw didn't need to look up—he already knew who it was.

"Dammit, what part of knock don't you understand?" he groaned, voice laced with dramatic irritation. His cigarette smoldered between his fingers as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke, lazily flicking his gaze toward the doorway.

The two bodies tangled beside him froze. The woman yanked the blanket up over her chest, her face flushing with embarrassment, while the man stiffened, lips pressing into a thin line as he turned his head away.

Silas, utterly unbothered, smirked as his gaze settled on the intruder. His assistant stood there, impassive as ever—shoulders squared, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable. Not a flicker of discomfort, not a stray glance at the sheets tangled around Silas's hips. But there was something. A barely-there shift in his jaw. A fleeting hesitation in the way his gaze swept over Silas's bare torso, muscles flexing Intentionally.

Silas almost admired his restraint.

With an exaggerated sigh, he tossed the cigarette into a tray and shrugged off the blanket.The low light carved sharp lines into his body, the smooth ripple of muscle shifting beneath his skin. He stood, unhurried, the silk sheets slipping away as he moved.

The lovers on the bed reacted instantly. The woman reached out, fingertips grazing his wrist as if trying to pull him back. The man, breath hitching, shifted closer as if he could reclaim Silas's warmth.

Silas chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "Oh, now you don't want to let me go?" His smirk widened as they hesitated, clearly caught between their frustration and the undeniable pull of him.

The assistant, however, remained still. Watching. Unflinching.

Silas took his time retrieving his robe from the chair, slipping it on with practiced ease. He let it hang open for a moment longer than necessary, teasing a glimpse of golden skin and sharp lines before finally tying it, the silk clinging just enough to hint at what lay beneath.

"How many times have I told you to knock?" he drawled, rolling his shoulders as if utterly unaffected by the moment. "One of these days, I'm hanging a damn bell on this door just to see if you actually acknowledge it."

His assistant inclined his head, composed as ever. "You wouldn't."

Silas grinned. "No, but it's a fun thought."

The lovers still hadn't moved, their hunger now replaced with something like regret. Silas let them squirm a moment longer before turning to them with an amused sigh.

"All right, you two can go now," he said with a dismissive wave. "Fun as this has been, I have more important things to do."

The woman huffed, muttering something under her breath as she yanked on her clothes. The man, however, lingered for half a second too long, gaze flicking between Silas and his assistant before scoffing. He shot Silas a glare, then flipped him off as he stood.

Silas only chuckled, smirk deepening. "Charming."

They stormed out, their frustration leaving a palpable weight in the air. Silas turned back to his assistant, who still hadn't moved. His lips curled.

"See? You ruin all my fun."

The assistant ignored him. "The board meeting is this afternoon. You need to be at the company within the hour."

Silas groaned, dragging the sound out like a death sentence, but beneath the theatrics, his sharp gaze caught something. The slight tension in his assistant's stance. The way his hands clenched just a fraction tighter behind his back.

Oh. Interesting.

Silas buttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving his assistant's face. "You've got that look," he murmured, voice lower now, intrigued. "Go on, then. Say whatever very important thing you've been holding back."

His assistant hesitated only for a fraction of a second—then, like clockwork, composed himself.

"Silas," he said, voice crisp, "last quarter's numbers are troubling. We need to make cuts."

Silas's smirk remained, but his eyes darkened with something sharper. "Cuts, huh?" He sounded bored. "I love a good trimming. Who's on the chopping block?"

"Low-tier management," the assistant replied, glancing at the tablet in his hand. "There's too much overhead, and we need to reduce staff to increase profit margins. It'll save money in the long run, but the backlash—"

"Yeah, yeah." Silas waved a hand dismissively. "The backlash. You think I care about that?"

The assistant's gaze narrowed slightly. "It'll affect the company's reputation. These people have been here for years—even when your father ran things."

Silas turned, amusement flickering in his cold gaze. He leaned against the desk, the playful facade vanishing, replaced by something sharper.

"Innocent?" He gave a short, bitter laugh. "Innocent people don't get paid. Innocent people don't climb to the top. If they're not pulling their weight, they're dead weight. And dead weight costs money."

He ran a hand through his hair, tone shifting from careless to icy. "You think they'd hesitate to fire me if it came down to it? They'd pull the trigger in a heartbeat to save their own asses."

The assistant watched him closely. "So you're firing them without hesitation?"

Silas grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Of course. It's just business. The strong take what's theirs. The weak get left behind."

He straightened, his presence commanding,as he moved around the room.

"This company exists to make money," he said, voice edged with conviction. "If firing a few people makes us stronger, then that's exactly what I'll do. I don't care how long they served my father. They're just pawns in a game, and you don't cry over a lost pawn."

The assistant remained unreadable, though something flickered behind his eyes. "And if they retaliate? If the press picks it up?"

Silas chuckled darkly. "The press? Let them talk. I'll control the narrative. They'll spin it like I'm doing a public service—cutting dead weight for the greater good of the economy." He smirked. "What's more important? Their feelings or the future of the company?"

The assistant nodded, taking it in with the same practiced professionalism. "Understood."

Silas adjusted his collar, his expression hardening as he strode toward the door. "Good. Handle the details. Make it quick, make it clean. We don't need a circus."

His assistant followed as Silas stepped into the hall, the sharp echo of his footsteps ringing through the corridor.

Silas stepped into the private elevator, the sleek interior bathed in soft golden lighting that highlighted the embossed leather walls. The penthouse was his kingdom—an architectural marvel perched above the city, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the skyline. The place was sprawling, filled with extravagant displays of wealth: rare sculptures from private collectors, walls lined with limited-edition art pieces, and furniture imported from designers whose names only the elite could recognize. His marble floors gleamed under the chandelier's glow, and the sheer size of his living space dwarfed most luxury homes. But to Silas, all of it was simply a reflection of his power.

When the elevator doors slid open, his private garage awaited him—a pristine, temperature-controlled space housing an enviable collection of high-performance cars, from vintage classics to modern hypercars. But today, as always, his black custom Rolls-Royce Phantom awaited him, gleaming under the soft lighting. The car was an extension of his presence: powerful, sleek, and unmistakably expensive.

His driver, an older man in a crisp suit, was already waiting by the door, his stance professional, his expression neutral. Silas barely acknowledged him as he slid into the backseat, the soft leather molding around him.

"To the office," he said flatly, loosening his cufflinks as the doors shut with a smooth click.

The company—Ravencorp—was his true masterpiece. What had once been a middling firm left behind by his idealistic father was now the most powerful conglomerate in the country, dominating industries from finance to technology. Silas had stripped it of its sentimental roots, cutting away every inefficient venture his father had foolishly clung to. Under his leadership, Ravencorp became an empire, feared and respected in equal measure.

His father had been a kind man, too kind for the brutal corporate world. A man who spent more time funding charities and speaking at philanthropic events than building a real legacy. Silas never mourned his passing—not in the way others expected him to. Respect was all he could offer the man, but affection? No. His father had dedicated his life to everyone but his own son.

Still, Silas had taken what was left behind and turned it into something untouchable. He had built his empire with his own hands, carving out his place at the top. He didn't need love or sentiment—only results. And Ravencorp was his proof that he had succeeded where his father had failed.

The car glided effortlessly through the streets, its tinted windows sealing him off from the world outside. Another day at the top of the food chain. Another day ensuring Ravencorp remained the unchallenged titan of the corporate world. They didn't call him the Devil in the Details for nothing.

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After a while of calm silence ,Silas had been lazily scrolling through his phone when something felt... off. His gaze flickered up, snapping to the passing streets outside the tinted windows. The route was wrong. This wasn't the usual path to Ravencorp.

His jaw tensed. "Where the hell are you going?" His voice was sharp, dripping with irritation.

The older man in the driver's seat didn't answer.

Silas sat up straighter, his irritation flaring into anger. "Are you getting senile, old man?" he sneered. "Or did dementia finally claim that last rotting brain cell of yours? Use your damn head and turn the car around before I—"

His words trailed off as the car suddenly picked up speed. The smooth, controlled pace had shifted into something—aggressive. Silas's fingers curled slightly against the leather seat as his piercing gaze locked onto the rearview mirror.

That wasn't his driver.

The realization sent a jolt of cold adrenaline through his body. The man in front of him was old, yes—but he wasn't the one who had driven him every morning for the past five years. The suit was similar, the posture stiff and composed, but the details were wrong. The slight hunch of his shoulders. The way his hands gripped the wheel—too firm, too calculated.

Silas felt it now. Something was very wrong.

His pulse remained steady, but his mind was already shifting gears, calculating, analyzing. He wasn't the type to panic—but he wasn't foolish either.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

The car only went faster.

Then, as if the driver had been waiting for the right moment, he finally spoke. His voice was calm—too calm for the situation.

"Silas Grimshaw, CEO of the number one company in the world, the man who has it all," the man said, his tone flat, devoid of emotion. "You ruined my life."

Silas, who had been idly checking his phone, barely even looked up. Instead, he let out a short, amused chuckle. "Yeah? Get in line."

The driver's grip on the wheel tightened. "You think this is funny?"

Silas smirked, finally glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "I mean, yeah. I'm supposed to care that some random guy blames me for his miserable existence? Please. You're going to have to be more specific."

The driver's jaw clenched. "I was the head of your IT department."

Silas raised an eyebrow, pretending to think. "Nope. Still not ringing a bell."

The man's voice grew colder. "You made me fetch your coffee every damn morning. You humiliated me. And when I finally refused—because I was late one day, taking my sick daughter to the doctor—you had me fired. Not just fired. Blacklisted. You made sure no company would touch me. My career? Destroyed. My family? Gone."

At this, Silas actually laughed—an easy, genuine sound, as if the man had just told him an inside joke. "Holy shit, that really does sound like something I'd do."

The man's face darkened with rage. "You don't even deny it?"

Silas spread his hands in mock innocence. "Why would I? If I fired you, I had a reason. Maybe I was having a bad day. Maybe you looked at me wrong. Or maybe—and this is the crazy part—you just weren't worth keeping around."

The driver slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the sharp sound cutting through the car. "You ruined my entire life!"

Silas sighed dramatically. "And? You could always get another job."

The man let out a bitter, incredulous laugh. "Get another job? Are you even listening? No one will hire the man who pissed off Silas Grimshaw."

Silas leaned back, smirking. "Not my problem."

The driver's breathing was ragged now, his hands trembling with barely contained fury. The car picked up speed, weaving dangerously through the streets. "No. But it will be."

Silas merely tilted his head, watching with the same mild curiosity one might have for a street performer. "Oh? Are you about to give me some big, dramatic speech about revenge? How I'll finally understand what it feels like to lose everything? Yawn."

The car screeched through the streets, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and red. Silas finally sat up, his smirk fading ever so slightly as he recognized where they were heading—the bridge.

Not just any bridge. The tallest in the city. The one with jagged cliffs at the edges and the deep, merciless waters below.

Silas had been there before, not because he was sentimental or scared, but because he found a certain... fascination with places like this. The bridge was notorious, not just for its scale, but for the stories that surrounded it—stories of weak people, too fragile to face the world, who'd chosen the final, cowardly plunge into the abyss. The accidents, the disappearances, and the occasional, dreaded plunge into the waters below were all the same in his eyes. Silas didn't see tragedy here. He saw failure.

As the man's foot pressed harder on the gas, Silas's mind raced. This isn't happening. This can't happen. I can't die,not like that. Not now. Not like this. His heart pounded, and for the first time in years, a wave of genuine panic swept through him.

He tried the door—locked. He threw himself against the seatbelt, fingers fumbling as he attempted to unlock it, but his movements were futile. What the hell?

In a flash, the man in the front seat turned to him, his gaze dark and cold. "You're not getting out, Silas.

The sound of the tires on the pavement faded, replaced by the roaring wind as the car veered to the right, heading straight toward the bridge. Silas's breath hitched. No. No way.

"You're going to pay for what you did," the man said, his voice colder than ice, before his eyes flicked back to the road ahead.

Silas's mind raced. This couldn't be happening. Not like this. Panic surged, but he quickly buried it, replacing it with a twisted sense of urgency. He needed to survive. He wasn't going down like this.

"Wait—wait, listen to me!" Silas shouted, his voice trembling with desperation. "You don't have to do this! I'll make it right, I'll make it worth your while. Just stop the damn car!"

The man didn't answer, his grip on the wheel tightening, eyes fixed ahead.

"One million," Silas bargained quickly, throwing the number out like a lifeline. "I'll give you one million dollars. You can have whatever you want, just stop the car. Please, you don't have to—"

The man didn't even glance at him. The car accelerated, its engine roaring.

Silas's pulse spiked. He wasn't listening.

"Two million! I'll give you two million! Just pull over! You don't have to do this!" Silas pleaded, his voice rising in pitch, each word more frantic than the last. "I can make things right, I swear."

Nothing. The car kept barreling forward, and Silas could feel the bridge looming closer. Panic rose in his chest. "Okay, okay, five million! I'll make it five million, you hear me? Just stop!"

The man's lips barely twitched, but he didn't respond.

Goddammit, he's too stubborn.

"Why are you so damn stingy?" Silas hissed, his anger flaring even as the terror clawed at his insides. "Ten million! I'll make it ten million, all of it yours. Don't you want that? What the hell is your problem? Think about your family—"

The car neared the bridge. The wind outside whipped against the windows like a warning, and Silas's throat tightened as he could see the edge of the bridge coming into view.

"Twenty million! Twenty million, I swear! I'll give you everything—money, power—" Silas's voice broke, desperation flooding him. "Please, please, just stop the car!"

But the man didn't respond. His eyes were locked on the road, a deathly calm to his demeanor.

Silas's heart pounded, and then, the terror clawed its way up his throat as the car reached the bridge's edge.

"No—NO!" Silas screamed, his voice cracking, his hands slamming against the armrest. "Don't you—don't you—"

But it was too late. The car veered off the bridge, the tires screeching in a final, deafening sound as they plummeted toward the unforgiving waters below.

And then, nothing but the chaos of the crash.

"Your punishment was inevitable," the man said, his voice soft before Silas couldn't hear anything again.

Silas felt his heart race before everything went black and he could no longer feel his body.What the hell was happening? His mind scrambled, the air thick with a tension that gnawed at his chest. Everything seemed off, distorted.

And then, a faint, unfamiliar voice echoed through the haze of his thoughts. It wasn't like a whisper, but more like a presence—something just at the edge of his awareness.

"System: Horror Trials Protocol initialized. Host: Silas Grimshaw," the voice said, its tone clinical, impassive.

Silas blinked, disoriented. What?

"System error detected... Protocol initialization failed," the voice continued, now with a slightly unnatural pause, as if recalculating. "Switching to: Devil's Favourability System."

"W-What...?" Silas's voice was groggy, his words slurred as he tried to piece together what was happening. His hands grasped the seat, trying to steady himself, but everything felt too strange, too unreal. It felt like the ground beneath him had disappeared, and he was floating in a vast, endless void.

"You have been selected," the voice said again, now clearer, more insistent. "A second chance will be granted. Reincarnation to your original world is possible if you can gain enough favour from the protagonist of each world."

Silas's head spun. Reincarnation? The words bounced around in his skull, unable to make sense of anything. He tried to focus, but his thoughts felt slow, like they were sinking into thick mud.

"I don't... understand," he muttered, blinking rapidly, struggling to keep his eyes open. "What the hell is... happening... to me?"

His voice, too, seemed distant, fading to a weak whisper.

"You are now part of the Devil's system," the voice continued, growing more distant as Silas's surroundings began to fade into a suffocating blackness.... he knew right then that he was dying ."Endure the horrors. Gain favour. Survive. Or die and be sent to a more gruesome world."

Silas tried to lift his head, but everything felt heavy, like he was submerged in water. His body was losing the strength to hold itself up. What horrors? What favour? The Devil?

The blackness crept in faster, overwhelming him, pulling him down. The voice, now almost a whisper, was the last thing he heard before everything went completely silent.

"Chance... another... world..." the voice faded into nothing.

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A struggle to restore peace upon the world, dotted with forbidden romance between a vampire and a human being. This story takes place in futuristic England where human beings, vampires, and werewolves co-existed on earth. Aiden Thompson was just a regular human being who was trying to live his life as quietly as possible without any entanglements with the two superior races. He had long forgotten a night twelve years ago, when he met a vampire and saved his life. Ryan Caldwell, the vampire, vowed to pick him up when he reached the age of eighteen. Meanwhile, his grandmother's sickness led Aiden to the muddy, illegal world of blood transactions, where desperate human beings resorted to selling their precious, young blood for a huge sum of money. And Ryan Caldwell. The vampire had not forgotten his promise, but how come the person he accepted into his family was none other than Alain, Aiden's half-brother instead? To make matters even worse, a new race emerged and threatened the facade of peace among the three races that populated the world. It was by then too late for Aiden to withdraw from the center of the conflicts... -------------------------- "Mr. Caldwell, please don't make me repeat myself," Aiden interjected. "It was my own fault. I... I just want to forget everything. Please stop reminding me of... of what happened last night." Aiden grabbed into his quilt. He pressed his lips together and furrowed his brows in indignation. He did not want to think about it. He did not want to remember it. He wanted time to make him forget, and heal the terrible heartache that plagued him. Ryan heaved a sigh. "Aiden, it was not your fault. We... I..." And yet, the young man did not allow him to explain. "There is no 'we'," Aiden corrected the vampire opposite him. The young man lifted his head and glared at Ryan. "I don't like men. Do you...?" "..." ------------------------------ This book is part of a series : 1. Pursuing My Rejected Alpha (Werewolf BL) 2. The Bloodstained Affair (Vampire BL) Cover image is taken from "Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint", please inform if I need to take it down.

Lu_Shui · LGBT+
4.8
438 Chs

The Alpha's Hidden Lover

[Warning: Mature content 18+, BL, Omegaverse] Clyde Aldric would have ascended his throne as the CEO of his family's billion dollars company if it weren't for a Beta falling into his arms begging for a help. Born to a distinguished elite Alpha family as the only surviving male heir, the grave mistake he committed that night with a Beta earned him nothing but a great danger to his own future… However, amidst his hazy vision Clyde found that he wasn't taking any ordinary person to his bed... That golden hair and honey-like eyes…. They sparked the flame of rebellion within his heart! With enemies lurking in the dark trying to prevent him from inheriting the Falcon throne, it wasn't time for him to play around. He should be looking for a powerful Alpha female as a mate, but why couldn't he forget that Beta? His sweet smell, his burning skin, his anger, his dangerous mind... Clyde wanted it all! Now that there’s no going back for everything that happened between them, would he risk his life and everything to keep the fire that continued to burn his passion? *** Ryley was wrong to think that being kind and forgiving would ensure his safety in the modeling world. His sister called him out of the blue, the blond agreed to have a dinner with her thinking it would be a sweet family reunion. But who would have thought that he would find himself waking up in a strange hotel room with all his limbs going numb and someone he didn't know climbing on him! Ryley struggled to escape, and once he managed to get past the door, he unknowingly fell into an Alpha's embrace. All he could remember from that time was how fate pushed them into a bittersweet journey to reveal the truth... He had a secret about his real identity that he had to guard tight especially from Alphas, yet he needed that Alpha to get back at people who hurt him. What should he do? *** Tags: Action, Drama, Revenge, Conspiracy, Mystery, Superpower Get ready to be entangled in the threads of conspiracy, intrigues and betrayals, also a journey of two mortal enemies trying to fight the dire fate that the world forced upon them! *** Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/JU3XsnJzpS *Thank you for reading!*

DrAxy66 · LGBT+
4.8
1031 Chs

The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'

~Updates Daily~ (usually near 8PM ET / 1AM GMT) Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Single love interest Yuri! No lengthy misunderstandings over this fact~ --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Her memories intact despite her spirit being a merest fraction of her height - and her trusted Astralism unchanged - she carefully starts over from an infant. How to navigate her family: [really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] How to portray herself: [everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls!] How 'quickly' to reveal the power she gathers: [this region is a 'backwater', let's just take it slow~] How her marriage was arranged before birth: [my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cance- oh?] Dealing with an 'amusing' deceit: ['he' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] Confronting the 'boy' in private: [whatever their iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in a new life, | Elua er Goltbred | can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided would be hers - centers as much around helping | Qatrand er Yecine | find herself... as it is hoping to ease the fiance into how messed up the 'younger' girl honestly is. It's a good thing that the reborn cultivator can improvise with her ridiculous control of an Illusion Astralism - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius. Like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... | Qat | (the nickname picked almost instantly!) despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting. ... she really shouldn't have let on. It made her | El | kind of vain. Oh, and muscles. | Elua | : I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post! Potential trigger warnings: > A FL that may seem (to some) like they are being groomed due to 'true age' difference. > A MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally 'picked on' by his 'sweet daughter' for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

Seraphelki · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
290 Chs

Reincarnated into a Hell Hound - BL/Yaoi

Once I woke up I discovered that my limbs ended in paws, and that my ears could move about, for my new form is that of a dog! But not only that, I soon realize that there is nothing simple in this new world full of magic, for my true species is that of a hell hound, a creature made of fire and shadow that could stir fear at those who dared approach! Or well… the definition of being scary looking is at least suitable for me, proud and powerful as I’m, as for my brother… sigh, what can I say at such dumb creature who loves chewing at my ears?! Not only do I have to survive in this strange world with this strange body, but have to keep my brother out of trouble! At least, for better or for worse, we won’t be alone for long after crossing the path of two clingy elves and- no, wait, hold on, where do you think those hands are? Stop touching my brother you pervert elf! Come back here! And you, stop touching me too, let me teach them a lesson oi! Sigh, I’m surrounded by troublesome guys! …Well, at least they are to die for…no, I mean, scram! ~~~~~ ML: You are so cute when you are angry. MC: C-c-c-cute?! I’ll show you how cute I’m! I’ll bite your ankles! ML: But I have made food for you… MC:… MC:Ok, I can beat you later, but why is your hand on my tail oi?! ML:*chuckles* ~~Warning~~ Mature content, including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men. ~~~~~ Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! *wink wink* ۹(ÒہÓ)۶

VCris · LGBT+
4.6
155 Chs

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