Obey Me Shall We Date

30 Year old Bastian Smith died and reincarnated into a different body, in a world different from Earth. He was now in the body of a 12 year old noble boy named Sebastian Tirius. Sebastians body however a a golden coiling dragon tattoo. When Bastian touched it for the first time he heard a voice "To the owner of the titan's Mark be warned. You have great power but possess a mighty curse. Behold, anyone who bears this mark is a child of, I, the great Ambevilius, emperor of all that is under the nine heavens. The first of you to slay or subdue 1000 mark bearers shall become a successor of mine. Now go forth. And bring chaos in my name!" At this moment, memories belonging to Sebastian flooded Bastian's mind, fusing with his soul. This was the Sovereign Continent! A place where only the strong are just! Bastian began his long and arduous journey, to a learn his right... To sit on the Titan's Throne!

Jake’s blind date turns out to be a 250-pound walking machine, Delma Hamilton, who’s also the CEO of a weapon manufacturing company worth in trillions! And she falls in love with Jake at first sight! When Jake's family members arrange his wedding with Delma, he runs away. But Delma doesn't give up on him and advertises his missing posters everywhere! How will Jake survive the loving disaster of a woman who wants him at all cost? Witness Jake’s supremely humorous yet hard-hitting journey yourself!

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

Synopsis In a world ruled by Alphas and bloodlines, she was born to obey—quiet, loyal, invisible. Until the night fate bound her to him. He is the strongest Alpha of his generation—dominant, feared, and ruthless to those who betray him. Power answers to his command, and the system that governs the werewolf world recognizes him as a rising overlord destined to reshape the hierarchy. She was never meant to stand at his side. But betrayal awakens something dormant within her, triggering a hidden system that begins to rewrite her destiny. What starts as first love quickly turns into a dangerous game of secrets, power, and survival, where every choice comes with a cost—and every bond can be weaponized. As ancient rules are challenged and rival forces emerge, their connection becomes both a weakness and a source of unimaginable strength. Trust is fragile. Love is forbidden. And in a world where only the strongest survive, tragedy is never far behind. To rise, they must defy fate itself. And in doing so, they may either rule the world together—or destroy it.

We are byproducts of the environments we were raised from. Childhood traumas shape how we interact with other people later in our lives if we fail to heal. This is a story about how childhood traumas like the father wound impact a woman's sense of self-worth, attachment style, and choice of partners.

I died watching monsters tear my brothers apart. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past, exactly seven days before the apocalypse. A blue screen appeared before me, welcoming me to the Survival System. It gave me missions to collect food, water, and building materials, along with blueprints for a shelter. At first, I thought it was a second chance to save my brothers, Luggard and Donald. But something was wrong. The system lied about rewards, and whenever danger approached, it tried to force my shelter doors open. It wasn't designed to help humanity survive. It was a trap left behind by the very creatures that destroyed our world. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford to abandon it. I needed its blueprints and inventory space, so I decided to play along while secretly working against it. This time, I'll gather my brothers, take the supplies we need from the wealthy groups hoarding everything, and build a bunker deep enough to withstand the coming nightmare. The system may think it owns me, but it has no idea what I'm capable of. I have seven days to prepare, and when the apocalypse begins, I'll make sure my brothers and I are the ones who survive.

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. join me in this multi generational tale as we explore the lives of the different lords of chaos. Let’s walk with them in their trials and let their story touch our hearts.

Gibson sat across from his mother-in-law, his heart racing as he tried to process her shocking demand. “Divorce?” he repeated, his voice trembling. “Yes, divorce,” the woman replied with an arrogant sneer. “I don’t think you’re good enough for my daughter.” Gibson took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. He knew his mother-in-law had never approved of him, but he had never expected her to demand a divorce. “May I ask who wants the divorce?” he asked calmly. “It doesn’t matter,” Helen, his mother-in-law replied dismissively. “All that matters is that I want it.” “With all due respect, I don’t think it’s that simple,” Gibson said firmly. “My wife and I have built a life together. We’ve been through a lot, and we love each other.” The mother-in-law scoffed. “Love? Don’t make me laugh. You and my daughter were struggling to make ends meet when you got married. But now, thanks to her hard work, she’s become the CEO of a top 10 company in the city. She can do much better than you.”

He woke in a stranger’s bed with a system in his skull, a son-in-law title on his tongue, and a missing shard that can rewrite who you are. Arin Voss opens his eyes inside Voss Manor with no memory of how he died, and a cold voice in his head called the Protocol that gives him missions and penalties. To survive he must play the role he’s been handed, marry into power, and chase Tessera, a stolen memory shard that can erase or sell a person’s past. As he hunts, he slips between two dangerous alliances. Evelyn, the ice-smart heiress, offers politics and protection. Maris, a smoky broker from the docks, offers heat and truth. Both pull him toward very different futures. When brokers start dying and the Protocol’s orders threaten to cut away pieces of his life, Arin faces a choice. Obey the machine and trade his identity for safety, or tear the system down and risk being erased for good. Legacy, lust, and lies converge in a high-stakes game where memory is currency, and love might be the only leverage left.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]