Obey Me Luke

I remember it like it was yesterday blinding lights hyped crowed and the the best gamer on stage performing live right infront of me. if you tell me right then that she'd be living with me I'd probably be overjoyed or dont believe you at all... but you know what they say. never meet your heros

Jin returned from another world. The dead rise and eat the living. Without a way out, he accepts his fate and lets the undead eat him. “Was that… Me? Or rather, my body? W-What happened to me…!” [Do you want to activate the Undead System?!] A/N Many thanks to Sera Execfia for the gorgeous Cover art.

My girlfriend dumped me for a rich scumbag.He humiliated me in front of everyone — all because I was broke.But just when I thought life couldn’t hit me harder...“Ding! 15,000,000 dollars have been transferred to your account.”One text changed everything.The father I never knew?A billionaire.The life I never dreamed of?Now mine to claim.From a penniless loser to the heir of a trillion-dollar empire — my revenge begins.And then she appeared — my stunning, mature assistant, whispering softly: “Sir, I’ll handle all your needs.”Money. Power. Status. Desire.This is where my new life begins.

The world ended in a single night, and survival became a brutal game of instinct and luck. I was nobody before it happened, just another man trying to get by. Now, I have something no one else does—a system that rewards me for giving instead of taking. Every time I offer food, weapons, or shelter to a woman, I receive it back in insane multiples. But there’s a catch. The less she trusts me, the greater the reward. Fear, hatred, even betrayal… they make me stronger. At first, it feels like a miracle. I rise faster than anyone, building power while others struggle to stay alive. But the deeper I go, the clearer it becomes that this system isn’t random. It’s guiding me toward certain women—dangerous ones. Broken ones. Not entirely human ones. Some want to use me. Some want me dead. And some… are connected to the very thing that destroyed the world. Now I have to decide. Do I keep playing this game and become unstoppable? Or do I stop before I lose what little humanity I have left? Because the more I give… the more I feel like I’m being used too.

"Mark my words, Mr. Rout, I will bring you on your knees for marrying me under false pretense." she roared. The corners of my lips lift in amusement as I replied, "I will gladly go down on my knees but only for the thoughts I have in my mind for our first night together, my phoenix.And don't always challenge me otherwise I will make you regret it." "I will bring you on your knees and make you bow in front of me out of respect towards me and that's an oath," She cut both of our palms at the same time, reuniting our hands with blood. A fierce battle erupts when a girl finds her life falsely accused of murder and spends her 5 years of imprisonment, but now she is out for revenge. A story about betrayal from her closed one, revenge for her wrongful imprisonment, and ultimately finding unexpected love along the way.

When the media exposed that I was the true heir, they dragged me back from the countryside—not to welcome me, but to shut me up. My mother called me an embarrassment. My three sisters begged my father to keep the fake brother instead. My ex-girlfriend? She laughed and said, "He's everything you'll never be." They don't know that the real heir died years ago. I'm just a transmigrator who woke up in his body and I've already read the novel about this family's downfall. I know the fake brother is planning to bankrupt my father. I know the lottery jackpot he's about to win. I even know the exact moment my mother will kneel and cry for my forgiveness. They want a scapegoat? Fine. I'll play the fool. But by the time they realize I'm not the victim, I'll own everything they love.

Catching my girlfriend of four years was cheating on me, 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 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. 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. All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

John Erling and his class had been summoned to another world. Every single one of them had been blessed by one of the many gods. "What do you mean i have been blessed by the goddess of snakes?" (Not my image, if the author wants me to put it down. Please contact me and i will.)