This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

When Bryan inherited his father's empire, he fell into a world of wealth - away from the troubles of being a delivery boy. His life became a rollercoaster of ups and downs. Olivia came in as a gift of nature. But it took a different toll when she became a weapon used to tear Bryan's world apart.

He was born into power. But even kings fall. At Ivory Crest University, legacy is everything and no name carries more weight than Kingston.Eli is rich, ruthless, and untouchable. Or so he thinks. When a classmate’s mysterious death rocks the campus, Eli finds himself pulled into a web of secrets buried beneath Ivy-covered walls. Whispers of betrayal. Notes that vanish. Files that never existed. And somewhere, someone wants Eli to suffer, not for what he’s done, but for who he is. As enemies close in and truths unravel, Eli must face the one thing he fears more than exposure: himself. Because inside the Crest, you don’t uncover the truth, you become it.

To the elite noble families of Aethelgard, Leon was nothing more than a useless, talentless Son-in-Law—a disgraced commoner forced upon the proud Frostford family to satisfy a dead man’s debt. At the Grand Royal Combat Academy, his peers mocked his silent nature, while his mother-in-law treated him worse than a house servant. What none of them knew was that Leon was the supreme War King—the terrifying mortal sovereign who single-handedly slaughtered the Abyssal Beings and forced the corrupt Deities of the High Realm to surrender. Laying low to recover from a divine curse, Leon tolerated their arrogance. But when the arrogant Academy elites crossed the line and threatened to force his hand, the War King's blade awoke once more. They thought he was a dog to be trampled—until the Heavens themselves were forced to bow.

Jack thought hitting rock bottom was the worst thing that could happen—until he struck gold. Fired. Betrayed. Humiliated. Jack’s life collapses in a single day. The love of his life laughs behind his back, his friend at the office stabs him in his back, his aunts finally show their true colors after his dad died, and the world seems determined to spit on his face. Then, while drowning his sorrows in a dingy bar, a wrinkled lottery ticket in his jacket pocket turns out to be worth $2 million dollars. Overnight, Jack goes from a broken man to the most eligible bachelor in the city. He lives the life of a king. However, wealth does strange things to a wounded heart. Now, he isn’t chasing Samantha’s love or his wicked, greedy, purse-loving aunts. He’s inviting them to witness what they gave up. With each dollar spent, each luxury acquired, Jack isn’t trying to move on—he’s trying to rewrite history. But money can't heal betrayal. It only puts a spotlight on it. And Jack’s not sure whether he won the lottery… or if the lottery just unlocked a part of him best left buried.

After his girlfriend and her secret lover took his life, Hikaru woke up in a parallel world — a nation shaped like Japan, familiar in all the ways that mattered, and dangerous in all the ways he had not yet learned to expect. Wraiths. Malevolent entities. Supernatural phenomena bleeding into everyday life without warning or apology. Armed with a Merit System and the hard-won skills of an Onmyoji, Hikaru had accepted that survival in this world would be complicated. What he had not accepted, and had not remotely planned for, was a wife. She was a Calamity of the World-Ending tier. A being so terrifying that humans and Wraiths alike trembled at the mere mention of her name. And yet. Every time Hikaru looked at her, the only word that came to mind was... So CUTE.

On their third wedding anniversary, Kyle Morgan arrives at his wife's company with a gift in hand–only to find her celebrating with her first love. Then he heard her call him a puppet and mere placeholder. A man she could replace any time. Heartbroken, Kyle walks away from the marriage and returns to the family he abandoned for love. But what Vivian never knew was that the "worthless" live-in-son-in-law she looked down on was the heir to a powerful empire–and the very reason her company ever succeeded. Now, the man she discarded is gone. And for the first time, she must face the cost of losing him.

He opened his eyes to the unfamiliar surroundings, green grasses as long as two grown men stretched as far as the eyes could see before he could make sense of what was happing he felt a piercing pain in his chest a green razor like arm extended out of his chest blood gushing everywhere turning back he only managed to utter the words “is that a mantis” ********************* hello everyone, trust me this book gets better as it goes on so pls be patient

It's been two years since Staas first remember opening his eyes. He found himself surrounded by nature and a bunch of girls with the color of the ash tree. Nothing came to his mind about his past, where he is, or who they are. All he knew is that he’s different, and so does his body capability which those girls called beyond mortal capacity. One day he learns about his origin, which was connected to the creation of this world. Nature chose him. But to uncover the truth and retrieve his memories, he needs to recover things that have been lost, and unite them back onto him.

Live by the code. Die by the deletion. ​To everyone else, the world is just a normal daily routine. To Arel, it’s a terrifying matrix of glowing scripts, absurd quests, and a ruthless System ready to hit "Delete" the second he steps out of line. ​Surviving means playing the fool, hiding his ability to see the code, and following every ridiculous directive. But when the world starts glitching and NPCs begin waking up with terrifying self-awareness, the game breaks. Teaming up with Lina—a glitching NPC who wasn't supposed to question her existence—Arel realizes the System isn't just cruel; it's falling apart. ​As their reality dissolves into chaotic code and deadly anomalies, Arel has to decide: keep playing a rigged game, or burn the whole simulation to the ground?

Kai Ashford keeps a tooth in his left pocket. Molar. Lower left. Marcus Vane knocked it out while three hundred students clapped like he was a circus act, then Kai hit him ten times in a row, each punch heavier than the last, and Marcus went clean through a wall. That's the thing his right hand does. Times one, times two, times ten, keep swinging and it keeps climbing. Rest for three seconds and the count resets to zero. Three seconds. He's terrible at resting. Now Marcus's father wants a word. A quiet man who eats steak with his bare fingers and who was in the room the night Kai's father burned. Twenty years old. Four cracked ribs. Penguin pyjamas. No shoes. Tomorrow there's a tournament in the big ring. Three thousand seats. His name is on the list. He never signed up.