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Love Across the Light Years -The Devil CEO Indulges My Lies.

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.
Scarlet_Shine · 394.1k Views
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The Mech Touch

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. --The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website. --Artificial Intelligence / AI clarification: Since I started to write and publish The Mech Touch on 2018, I have never used AI tools to write my webnovel. All of my chapters are written and proofread directly by me for many years. The only automated tool that I have used is the basic spellchecker that comes standard with the Google Docs application. I have not changed my approach towards writing chapters for The Mech Touch even as technology has advanced and introduced new tools. I will continue to maintain my current approach for this webnovel until it has come to an end.
Exlor · 60.2m Views
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Crowned in Blood

The night Damian Rake was born, the rain turned red. Born within the walls of Darkheart Castle to the feared vampire king Fenrir Rake and Queen Scarlett, Damian was never meant to exist. A child carrying the blood of both vampire and werewolf, a forbidden hybrid born from prophecy and ancient sin. To the world, he is the first prince of the vampire race. To his parents, he is a dangerous secret. And to the gods he is a mistake that should never have drawn breath. For eighteen years, Damian lived surrounded by luxury, loyalty, and lies. Feared for his beauty, admired for his royal blood, and watched by executioners sworn to protect him, he believed himself destined to inherit the Crimson Throne. But on the night of his awakening, everything changes. The moon calls his blood. Silver-eyed voices whisper from the dark. Ancient chains buried beneath Darkheart begin to stir. And forgotten enemies, witches, gods, beasts, and monsters older than kingdoms, turn their gaze toward the prince they thought long buried in history. As war rises once more between races and traitors move beneath noble masks, Damian is forced into a brutal world where mercy is weakness and trust can cost entire bloodlines. To survive, he must uncover the truth behind his birth, the prophecy tied to his existence, and the ancient horror calling his name from beneath the castle. But some truths were buried for a reason. And some kings are not crowned by loyalty. They are crowned in blood.
Asmo_Er · 16.1k Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
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Douluo:Sky Curtain Reveals The Perfect World To Douluo

The Douluo Continent descends from the heavens, randomly selecting lucky individuals to transmigrate to the Perfect World, with the entire continent broadcasting the event live. Surviving for three years allows them to return, taking everything they've gained! "The Perfect World? Just a backward, barbaric, low-level world! Our journey there is the time to civilize the barbarians and spread the divine path!" Countless Soul Masters rubbed their hands together, ready to sweep through the Perfect World and seize its opportunities. Until… they witnessed firsthand: a grain of dust can fill the sea, a blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars. A Celestial King flicks his finger, the heavens and earth are overturned, and realms turn to ash. Only then did they realize that the so-called God Realm was nothing more than a grain of dust in the sea of realms. --- Meanwhile, in the Perfect World, during the Chaotic Ancient Era. Su Ling transmigrated from another world, attained the Dao of Celestial King, unified the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, established the Supreme Heavenly Court at the Imperial Pass, and resisted the invasion of other realms. He was revered by all races—the Xuan Tian Emperor. Until recently, however, he felt his own Daoist temple was somewhat "lively": in the back garden pond, a silver dragon fish was always swimming, stealing immortal lotuses. A stunningly beautiful blonde girl, claiming to be an "Angel Goddess," insisted on becoming his sweeping maid. Deep in the wilderness, a blue-haired youth arrogantly scoffed, "Immortal King? Merely a tribal chieftain. I wonder if he can withstand my Buddha's Wrath Lotus?!" Su Ling: "??"
FictionTimeo · 167k Views

All Men are Mortal

NEW STORY ALERT synopsis... In a world where power defines destiny, weakness is a crime. Socrates Trueblood was once the brightest genius of the Trueblood clan—a young cultivator whose future seemed limitless. But a single act of loyalty changes everything. When he challenges a stronger enemy to protect his sister’s honor, he wins the impossible battle… and loses everything. His meridians are shattered. His cultivation is destroyed. His future is erased. Cast aside by fate and captured by forces far beyond his control, Socrates is dragged into the brutal world of gladiators—where men fight, bleed, and die for the entertainment of the powerful. In the arena, cultivation means nothing. Only strength, strategy, and the will to survive decide who walks out alive. Years pass in blood and iron. Through countless battles, broken bones, and impossible odds, the fallen genius slowly claws his way back from the abyss. He buys his freedom with scars carved into his flesh. He rises through the ranks of the military. He becomes a warrior feared on the battlefield and revered across the nation. But the world of cultivation has not forgotten him. Enemies gather. Kingdoms collide. Ancient powers awaken. And the greatest truth of all remains unchanged: every cultivator, no matter how powerful, eventually reaches the same end—Ascendant. The final realm. The final LIMIT. One can't bypass this limit. ALL MEN ARE MORTAL. If Socrates is a man… and all men are mortal… Therefore, Socrates is a Mortal... This is the basic.. The truth.. The logic... It's a fact that can't be changed nor denied. Yet one broken gladiator refuses to accept that truth. This is a journey of a man, a mortal who want to defy the law of the world and become an existence beyond the realm of mortality. Whether he'll live up to achieve this or he'll perish halfway depends if You all are willing to follow him on this journey.. A very long brutal journey...... ALL MEN ARE MORTAL
Pen_Del_Autor · 40.9k Views

Douluo: Heaven And Earth Hammer

Qin Mu reincarnated in Douluo Continent, becoming an ordinary disciple of a subsidiary sect of the Clear Sky Sect, and awakened the Clear Sky Hammer with innate full soul power. The Clear Sky Sect elders were overjoyed and brought Qin Mu back to the sect, hoping to cultivate him into the next sect leader, and taught him the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and the Great Sumeru Hammer. However, Qin Mu believed that both were inferior techniques, suitable only for forging, far from sufficient for defense. As the strongest weapon spirit in the Douluo Continent, he should maximize his offensive capabilities! This drew dissatisfaction from the Clear Sky Sect elders, who felt Qin Mu was overly ambitious and, despite his exceptional talent, unfit for greatness. Years later, when the Clear Sky Sect members saw Qin Mu again, they found themselves lacking even the courage to unleash their weapon spirits in his presence! The Clear Sky Sect's proud Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and Great Sumeru Hammer were easily countered by Qin Mu in a single move! Tang San: We both possess the Clear Sky Hammer, so why is it the number one weapon spirit in his hands, while in mine it's only good for forging? Tang Hao: Even if all nine rings exploded simultaneously, they couldn't withstand Qin Mu's single move? Asura God: You clearly possess the Killing God Domain, Yet you inherited the Destruction? And you even flattened my successor with a hammer? Clear Sky Sect Elder: How is it? Has Qin Mu realized his mistake? Clear Sky Sect Disciple: Qin Mu, he has surpassed the Clear Sky Ancestor, he has become a god! Qin Mu: By integrating all my spiritual power into the Clear Sky Hammer, even without using my Martial Soul, I can condense the Clear Sky Hammer. Have you ever heard of the Clear Sky Hammer's intent, a hammer that strikes heaven and earth?
FictionOP · 1.4m Views

The Crazy Witch of Shadowvale Academy

“You were never meant to live in this world… and yet, the mirror chose you.” Aralyn was a nobody. She was just an orphaned girl trying to survive in a cruel city, hiding from a past too painful to name, but everything changes the night she stumbles on a strange mirror lying in the middle of the street. The second she touches it, she's pulled into another realm—a world of magic, monsters, and secrets. Thrown into the prestigious Shadowvale Academy, a school where witches fly, spells burn through walls, and students are powerful enough to kill with a glance, Aralyn is the only one with no magic, no status, and no clue what she's doing. To make matters worse, her roommate is a lethal beauty who wants her dead, the teachers don’t trust her, and the students think she's a joke. Except… she’s not, not really. Because something is waking inside her, something ancient and something dangerous. And soon, the world will know that the powerless girl from nowhere? She’s the one the prophecies warned about. The chaos bringer, the storm, and the girl who will burn the world down… or save it. But becoming the most powerful witch in the realm comes with a price. Shadows follow her, secrets haunt her, and four impossibly powerful beings, all dangerous in their own right, seem drawn to her for reasons no one can explain. Allies? Lovers or enemies waiting to strike? One thing’s for sure: in a place like Shadowvale, trust is a luxury… and survival is almost impossible. "In Shadowvale, trust no one, love no one, and whatever you do—don’t underestimate the “crazy” witch." Warning: 18+ | Strong language | Violence | Dark themes | Smut | Reverse Harem | Possessive love interests | Extreme/Dark Magic | Mentally unstable characters | You’ve been warned.
jobetgrayson · 67.4k Views