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Sold to the Dark Wing

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?
mata0eve · 148.2k Views

The CEO's PA Little Secrete

I’m your average girl—well, *was*—who spends most of her days buried in CEO romance novels. Yeah, I know, *so cliche*, right? But hey, we all have our guilty pleasures. So, what about work, you ask? Well, my job made it easy to read the day away as long as I got my tasks done by the end of the day. Sounds perfect, right? Simple, right? Well, that's because I was a librarian. *Past tense.* Why? Because some arrogant, narcissistic jerk gets me fired. Why? Apparently, I didn’t notice him walking up to the counter because I was too busy getting lost in my latest book. Now, you’d think any *normal* person would just tap me on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me.” But no, this guy *decides* to get me fired. Rude? Oh, you bet. But that’s not even the worst part. Oh, no. The real problem started when I decided to get my revenge. That’s when I got tangled up with him… in more ways than one. Now, not only am I working for this narcissistic jerk, but I’m doing it undercover. Why? Because apparently, he has an issue with women working for him... especially when things get *too close* in the sheets. (Yeah, you *get* where this is going.) So, I’m pretending to be a man. Why? Because I need the job. It’s high-paying, and it’s my ticket out of my miserable, *pathetic* life. I mean, revenge is great and all, but I’ve got bills to pay. Money’s my new love, and there’s no way I’m letting some petty rivalry get in the way of it. The tricky part? Balancing my need for cash with the fear of being exposed. I’ve got two huge secrets: one, I’m the woman who shared the sheets with him. And two? I’m a woman, disguised as a man, and praying every day that my cover doesn’t blow. One wrong move, and my entire life—my job, my reputation, my *revenge*—could come crashing down. So, yeah, no pressure. But hey, what’s life without a little drama, right? Right."
lucy_mumbua · 16.7k Views

Bound to the Alpha President

Noah, an omega hated by his own family, fought his way into a prestigious university for geniuses. To pay his tuition, he worked himself to the bone… only for his elder brother to steal every coin he saved. Noah followed him to a luxury hotel to retrieve the money, but Noah walked straight into a trap. His brother had planned to sell him to three powerful men. Cornered and drugged, Noah used nothing but courage and wit to escape— but he ran straight from the frying pan into the fire. Because the man he crashed into was stronger, colder, and infinitely more dangerous… and Noah had no idea he was the Alpha President of Wesnot Country. --- Adam Reynolds, the iron-blooded Alpha President, was on a diplomatic visit when his rut unexpectedly broke through. With no medicine, he was rushed to a nearby hotel suite to suppress it. He intended to endure the pain alone— until a sweet, irresistible omega pheromone drifted past his door. Instinct snapped. He dragged the omega inside… and lost control. --- When Adam learned the next morning that the omega he touched was a civilian student, he prepared to at least make up for what he had done, quietly. But Noah was not the fragile omega everyone assumed. The next day, headlines exploded across the nation: “President of Wesnot accused of forcing himself on a young omega!” To protect himself—Adam is left with only one choice: Marry the scheming little omega who had exposed him.
Graceadex · 164.1k Views
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Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes. I recognize this world instantly, the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain. My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly. But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity. Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens? With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die. I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself, or break the entire system trying. ---------- All names, places, and deities are fictional and not linked to any real religion or culture.
haytham_ · 1.4m Views

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 · 59.2m Views
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My Harem Betrays Me Once

[Reader Warning: Mature Smut Content] In the year the Great Merge fused Earth with ancient realms, skyscrapers became sect fortresses, dungeons rose in city centers, and ordinary people awakened Systems to survive the chaos. Lin Chen? He awakened the rarest, most ridiculous one: the Betrayal Devotion System. Every time a woman he loves betrays him—poisons him, sells him out, discards him for power—the System evolves. The worse the heartbreak, the stronger he becomes. But there's a catch: he doesn't get revenge. He doesn't go dark. He doesn't break them. He pampers them harder. Grand gestures at 3 a.m., homemade bentos during sect trials, kneeling in rain with poetry, shielding them from world bosses even after they stab him in the back—Lin Chen's pure, crybaby simp energy is a weapon no woman can resist forever. They betray him for ambition, pride, temptation, or fear. He forgives instantly. Then he woos them back with overwhelming care, marathon devotion sessions that leave them sobbing from pleasure and guilt, and emotional climaxes so intense they swear soul oaths to never leave again. The more they try to escape his endless love, the deeper they fall. The System rewards every tear of surrender with god-tier skills: shared cultivation through intimacy, eternal lifespan links, world-devotion cascades that turn entire sects loyal. From Shanghai corporate dungeons to Tokyo raid towers—Lin Chen builds an empire not through domination, but through devotion so extreme it rewrites fate. They call him a fool. A simp. A pushover. Until they realize: no one else will ever love them like this. No one else will die for them, forgive them, worship them, and make them come undone again and again. Betrayal makes him stronger. Forgiveness makes them his. And in the end? The ultimate test isn't conquering the heavens—it's making seven dominant goddesses choose him freely, forever. Warning: Heavy R-18 content (explicit, consensual devotion-focused scenes, breeding kink, emotional catharsis during intimacy). No NTR, no cruelty, no yandere MC—just an unhinged simp god who wins through love so intense it borders on legendary. Will their pride shatter under endless pampering? Or will the world end before they finally say "I can't live without you"?
Ae_Temis · 1.9k Views

Aeon of Ashes: The Singularity Protocol

[ SYNOPSIS ] In the Aethelgard Nexus—a hyper-dimensional meat-grinder where thousands of worlds collided—power is the only currency, and versatility is king. In an era where the strong wield multiple elemental and conceptual authorities to shape reality, Erik was an anomaly. He was born with nothing. No mana, no aura, no system. For twenty years, he survived in the slums of Sector 7 as a mere scavenger, enduring the brutality of a world that worshiped the gifted and discarded the weak. But on the day the Abyssal Swarm breached the sector, and the Noble Houses locked the gates, leaving millions to be slaughtered, Erik's mundane life ended in a sea of blood and betrayal. With his chest pierced and his life fading, Erik didn't pray to the gods who abandoned him. He cursed them. And the Abyss answered. He didn't awaken multiple powers like the prodigies of the Noble Houses. He awakened only one: Entropy. The absolute power to erase, devour, and reduce all of creation to ash. Bound to the forbidden Singularity Protocol—a system designed to usurp the heavens—Erik rises from his own corpse. This is not a story of a hero saving the world. This is the chronicle of a solitary sovereign burning a path through twelve realms of existence. Alongside two of the most terrifying women in the Nexus, Erik will wage continuous, bloody wars against mega-factions, slaughter false gods, and devour the universe itself to reach the Apex. The era of false gods is over. The Aeon of Ashes has begun.
riem2006 · 1.1k Views