This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Zayn, a poor restaurant cook is considered garbage by everyone including his beautiful actress wife and her family. She cheats with a rich director, flaunts it in his face and kicks him out. However, his life takes a drastic turn when he receives a call where he is told,"Second young master Sultan, your father wants you to come home."

Sean was humiliated, insulted, and betrayed by his wife Emily and her family, who see Sean as a good-for-nothing son-in-law But little did they know that Sean will soon become a trillionaire, taking over the biggest organization in the country, possessing great power and authority And he will be back to exact revenge on them, with also the rise of an enemy plotting evil against Sean. Read as the story unfolds.

"Lord! Our Godly Supreme! You are still alive!" --- They sent him to the battlefield to perish. He lived. They called him deranged, locked him away, and forgot him. They should’ve killed him when they had the chance because now, the Godly Supreme has returned, and it is time to pay what they owe!

Jedidiah, a hopeless orphan was treated like scum by his colleagues, superiors and the society in his first life. Then he gets killed in a bid to save someone. However, fate grants him a second chance and he is transmigrated into the body of an average scholar. But he discovers not only has he gained a powerful vengeance system, he also has to complete hectic/nearly impossible tasks to continue living. Can he survive this time? ___ Not Your Usual Cliche System Stories. Check this out and go on fascinating missions with Jed!

“Sign the divorce papers, I’ll make sure you’re compensated - ten million dollars. You can live comfortably when you get out of here” Those were the words that shattered Adrian Kane, once a devoted husband but now dismissed as a dead weight by the woman he gave everything to. She wanted freedom but when the table turns and the truth about his hidden identity surfaces, it’s Elena who must face the man she underestimated, and the truth that the husband she threw away is the one man she can’t afford to lose.

The birth of Castro was prophesied by a monk. It was prophesied that he would be birthed with a nefarious fate; he would kill the president of his country, marry all the daughters of the president and kill his guardian. The president ensured that he was killed at birth with his mother, alas, destiny can never be rebutted - Castro was risen by the monk who predicted his birth and nurtured. He learnt of the president’s evil act and vowed to seek external power, won his heart and devour him. Amidst that, he contracted Vampire venom. The president and his accomplices began to run helter-skelter when death became their sole subordinate.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

All her life she has dreamed of going to the Chinese celebration of Hanami so that she might make friends. She’s ends up finding so much more in a young man named Draco. She is a naïve and gullible young woman who believed that she would never be deceived by someone of such an extinguished background. Draco knowing that he is promised to another courts Io while he fights for his right to choose his bride. However, through the trickery and conniving wit of his magical mother who he thought was on his side, he sees everything he worked so hard for fall apart. When Io learns of his betrayal she takes the cue and runs from his truths. When Draco finally learns of his families betrayal he runs off to be with the woman he loves against his families obligations. In a night of peace he and Io reunite only for him to wake up to her fury the next day. Io, in all her fury and glory causes Draco harm by accident. In the weeks to come after they are permanently separated she learns of the child who grows in her womb and goes to tell Draco’s family of the news. His magical mother responds by cursing Io who hurt her child for one thousand years to become the monster that she sees her as. She will not live the life she wants. She will never know love. She will never hold her child. She will die when his mother grants it to be so and at the death of Io all those effected by her anger, will reveal the journeys that were caused by her anger. The reveal of all those effected will change the very world she will no longer get to live in.

The world of Norvak isn't for the weak. A land where might makes right isn't for the faint of heart. A land where different species battle for supremacy and the defeated either enslaved or exterminated. The continent of Revix has witnessed the rise and fall of many species. With a relatively peaceful period being established a little over ten thousand years ago. The result of this peace is the separation of different species. The land of humans, Cyntros, covered most of the central part of the continent. The lands in the north, Aterix, gave shelter to the elves and other creatures of light. The south held the creatures of darkness and it's original name, Rimul, long forgotten. A land that the humans had long dubbed, The Darklands. To the east was an endless desert where the banished and hated lay their bones. A place where nature threatens both predator and prey. Yet most feared of all was the west, a land of giants and titans. Where mountains vanish and valleys form from the movements of it's inhabitants. On the edges of The Darklands, the greed of men sends a group of hunters to their demise. The lone survivor, Milas, is turned into one of the ruling species of The Darklands, a vampire. With a past clouded in mystery and an uncertain future, Milas does all he can to survive. With the potential to become more than he could have ever imagined, Milas faces all threats that come his way.

Ethan Carter stood outside City Hall, staring at the empty entrance for the ninth time. Nine promises. Nine chances. Nine humiliations. His phone buzzed. “Ethan, something came up. Let’s postpone… again.” A second later, another message arrived—this time, a photo. Her. Laughing. Wrapped in another man’s arms. Ethan let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “So this is what I meant to you…” For three years, he had given everything—his loyalty, his dignity, his future—believing love would eventually choose him back. He was wrong. “From today,” he muttered, eyes turning cold, “I stop begging.” What no one knew… The man they mocked as useless… was never poor. A single call changed everything. “Young Master, it’s time to come home. The trillion-dollar empire is waiting.” Ethan closed his eyes briefly, then smiled—calm, distant, untouchable. “Good,” he said. “It’s about time they learned who I really am.” The next time they see him, he won’t be the man who waited. He’ll be the man they can never reach. Because this time… he’s not returning for love. He’s returning as the Trillionaire Heir.