Don Juan

"Welcome to CosmoMart. We are technically closed, but for you, we’ll make a painful exception." Elian just wanted a quiet shift, a meager paycheck, and some sleep. But the universe had other plans: dropping a Zombie Apocalypse right when he clocked in four minutes late. Trapped inside a Jakarta convenience store with a micromanaging boss and a wise-cracking parking attendant, Elian accidentally triggers a mysterious System after a freak lightning accident. Now, he is a living generator, and his store is the only lit beacon in a city of darkness. But surviving the end of the world is complicated when your teammates fear a Stock Audit more than the flesh-eating monsters outside. Mr. Hendra (The Manager): "Don't kill the zombie in Aisle 3! You’ll get blood on the premium diapers! Think of the inventory value!" Rico (The Parking Guy): "Boss, do I charge these zombies an hourly rate or a flat fee for parking their carcasses on the asphalt?" *The System: [WARNING: Instant Noodle Stock Critical. Riot Probability: 99%.] This isn't a story about a hero saving the world. This is the story of a night-shift clerk forced into "mandatory overtime" to slaughter monsters, manage logistics, and climb the corporate ladder from Intern Cashier to the CEO of the Apocalypse. Read now before the stock runs out!

Franklin's poisoned hands touched the wall, and immediately, the snake-like venom with which his hands decorated crawled up the walls. Tightening itself over the blocks, making the little crumbles gather on the forest floor, dying along with everything around it, Franklin watched as his poison worked on the walls. “Stop, this is unlike you. You can always change yourself,” said a voice that Franklin did not acknowledge at first. “You don't know me. I was born for domination and conquering.” He said as though he was trying to convince himself. “You are a giver of life. What gives you the right to think like that?” The female's voice was angry now. She emerged from the trees to stand before him. “I am a feeder of light, nothing more. I will conquer all who thought I was weak,” Franklin said, seething with anger now looking at who it was. “You think you're so bold, follow me and let's find out,” Lily said as she started running the opposite way. She aimed to let him come jolting out of his reverie, and if she tried all, then so be it. With a growling snarl, Franklin stopped forcing the walls to come down and took off after Lily. He had the mission to eliminate her once and for all.

The dying star pulsed, it’s heart on the verge of collapse. Twelve figures, cloaked in unimaginable power, stood amidst its final throes. On one side, six beings (the angels) blazed with light so intense, it dwarfed the star's dying brilliance. Across from them, five figures (the demons)exuded a chilling darkness, a black hole's silent hunger, their very presence accelerating the star's demise. And in the center of this cosmic ballet of light and shadow, stood Reaper. He seemed to absorb the dying star's essence, his form cloaked in a darkness deeper than any of the others, a living embodiment of the star's final, terrible scream. But then, the things discussed were by no means simple, the fate of the world was resting on their soundless star toppling discussion. The intensity of the conversation loomed above the star like an omen of death, accelerating it's death even further. Suddenly, the figure in the middle broke the sacred rule, yelling in a language that speaks for all, his voice was like the rushing of a mighty wind. I Reaper, will dethrone and destroy that God, make him pay for neglecting us all and if you don't join me, you will all suffer the same fate. The faces of the angels and demons -a vortex of light and darkness- went grim as they moved to strike down the tyrannical being. But before they could, Reaper, the demon of death and chaos was gone. Our story...begins here.

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

Catching my girlfriend of four years on all fours while some guy slammed into her from behind as she screamed 'harder' was not exactly the sight I ever expected to walk in on. My heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck. On the brink of death, a wickedly sexy demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment. Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic. Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women—college professors, thirsty single moms, even high-class cougars with more money than morals. As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget. Additional Tags: Incest, BDSM, Rags to Riches, MILFS, Cougars, Harem PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TAGS!!! All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.

“Aria, don't make me lose it. I’m talking about Ethan. Our three-year-old son who is living abroad.” Max reminded her. “Umm…Max, I get that your pocket is empty, but does your brain have to be empty, too? I mean, how could you believe in the existence of a child you’ve never seen? Like how?” Aria asked, seemingly stunned by Max’s dumbness. Max, still not able to comprehend the situation, asked, “So, are you saying our son is not abroad?” “Dumbass, she’s saying there is no son! There have never been! Gosh, how are you so slow?” Ava wondered, shaking her head in disbelief. ***** For three years, Maximilian Stratford, the CEO of PetroVista, a trillion dollar oil and gas group of companies, hid his identity to win a challenge against his grandpa's. For three years, he lived with his in-law, enduring insults and humiliation. For three years, he loved blindly believing in the existence of a son that doesn't exist. For three years, he worked hard to provide for the child, doing menial jobs he had no idea existed until now. Now he knows everything and is ready for revenge against his wife and her family …but they was a reason his grandpa gave him such a challenge, which he failed to realize in those years. What is the reason? Will he ever be able to find out and properly get his revenge?

Among them a boy with sharp eyes and untamed hair, no older than sixteen. Lin Dong. Whispers rise around him. “The failure of the Lin family…” “His father lost everything to Lin Langtian.” But Lin Dong says nothing. His jaw tightens, his fists curl. “I’ll make them remember my name.” The gong strikes. The test begins. One by one, disciples unleash their Yuan Power, glowing faintly with light. When Lin Dong steps forward silence. He places his palm on the stone pillar. Nothing. No glow. No tremor. Just cold stone. Laughter ripples through the crowd. Lin Langtian, his older cousin, smirks from afar already a martial prodigy, already chosen by the clan elders. But Lin Dong’s eyes don’t lower. There’s something burning behind them something feral. That night, he runs into the mountains, fists bleeding, shouting into the dark. “If the heavens won’t give me power, I’ll take it myself!” Lightning flashes and the earth trembles. From beneath the ancient roots, a strange stone talisman rises glowing with ancient runes. The air hums, trees bow, and the mountain itself seems to breathe. Lin Dong stares at it, breathless. The talisman pulses once… twice… then melts into his palm. His eyes widen his veins blaze with golden light. And somewhere, deep within the realm of spirits… something wakes up. “Finally… someone worthy.”

I am Just a not-so-normal teenage girl who everyone thought was perfect in all way but the truth was I was only a tool---a puppet to both my father and mother, HE needed me for fame and praise, to have something to boast about infront of everyone and SHE needed me to have others pity and for my father's love.... But I ended up pushing myself off a tallest building in the whole city--the skyscraper, before I hit the ground god seemed to have taken a liking in me and liked to see me suffer even more..... I got reborn in the body of Seraphina Charlotte, A simple mob character in the novel named "the Palace internal affair" which revolve around the heroine and the 6 prince of the kingdom. I got reborn to be yet again a puppet to both my mother and father, Seraphina knew very well that she's a puppet and no one really loved her so She accidentally tripped and her head smashed against a rock, which ended seraphina's life and now I'm here... After getting reborn to a 10 years-old child's body, I began my journey in this world as a puppet and ended up as the male leads escort knight... Despite having 'charlotte' as my family name which means 'free man' I never got freedom, it's the one thing I don't have but desperately want and needed, even in my last life.

Hi, I’m Mark and while I’m not the strongest and neither do I have any unique ability, most of my opportunities being either wasted or given away one way or another, I’m the one that survived the most. Now that I think about it, this life is pretty miserable. I got my ups and downs, but because I rushed at the beginning, I ruined my entire future and the only thing keeping me alive is my ability to adapt and survive. That’s it. No magical abilities. No genius talent. The most unique ability I had was an ability the “survivor” title gave me called “The survivor”. And now I'm about to be killed aaaaand I'm dead. ... . . Die, they said, you will receive eternal rest they said, but where is the eternal rest?! “Hello and welcome to the Regression and Reincarnation agency. Due to your peculiar achievements, you have been fo- ahem, given the chance to go back in time, as well as three wishes.” –––––––––––––––––– Follow Mark on his journey to change his ending, see his rises and falls and journey with him together in this story through your imagination. ______________________ This is my first book and my native language isn't English, so expect grammar mistakes and so on. Enjoy my book and if you don't like it, just stop reading. It is far more energy efficient that writing a bad review. _________________

Her mother covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “This… this cannot be real,” she said. “The specialists told us your nerves were permanently damaged.” Her father approached more slowly, his expression controlled. He looked at Sonia’s legs carefully, then at the crowd gathering around us. “This is unexpected,” he said thoughtfully. “Very unexpected. How did this happen?” Sonia looked slightly overwhelmed by the attention. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted honestly. “I woke up this morning and I could feel my legs again. I stood up, and they supported me.” Gasps erupted around us. “A miracle…” “Did the family secretly hire someone?” I stood beside her the entire time. Yet it was as if I did not exist. Conversations flowed around me, not to me. I was present, but irrelevant. “What a shame,” someone whispered nearby. “Now that she can walk again, she is still tied to that useless man.” “She deserves better than him.” “When she was crippled, he was suitable. Now? Not anymore.” I smiled faintly to myself. When she could not walk, they pitied her and mocked her marriage. Now that she could stand again, they were already calculating her value. Sonia heard the whispers too. I saw her shoulders stiffen slightly, though she tried to maintain her composure.