Romance

Ning Shengsheng is transmigrated into a cliché-ridden cultivation novel as the villainous princess. A system forces her to win over the main villain, Xue Chen.

She will die if she doesn’t stir up trouble, but if she goes too far, she’s afraid the villain will hold a grudge.
Her only option is to walk the high-risk path of “a slap, and then a sweet.”

One moment, she’s just finished whipping the villain, the next she’s sneaking to his door in the middle of the night with healing ointment, pretending to “just be passing by.” She’ll wear a veil to sabotage his cultivation until he coughs up blood, only to immediately raid the spiritual herb treasury to heal him.

The villain’s expression evolves from, “Are you insane?” to “Let’s see how long you can keep up this act.”

Then one day, the system’s missions take a strange turn, shifting from “harassing” the villain to “getting close and personal” with him.

【Host, please hold the villain’s hand.】 She bites the bullet and complies.
【Host, please praise the villain.】 Full of doubt, she does as she’s told.
【Host, please say you like the villain, that you love the villain.】

“What? Let’s just skip this one.”
The moment Ning Shengsheng refuses, the young man flicks open the silk sash at her waist with the tip of his blade, his fingers grazing her side. “Your Highness, why have you stopped doing the missions?”

Stunned, Ning Shengsheng stumbles back. “How do you know?”

His eyes dance with mockery as he opens his palm. “Is this your system? I co-opted it a long time ago.”
The useless system trembles, curled into a ball.

“Those ‘get close’ missions…?”

“Mhm. I wrote them.” He leans in, a morbid obsession in his expression, his breath ghosting past her ear. “Your Highness, for a person like me, once I get my hands on a piece of candy, I’ll never let go, even in death. Not even if it’s fake.”

Ning Shengsheng: “!”

After discovering she wasn’t the original “princess,” Xue Chen awakened his sinister nature. He seized her system and used it to draw her closer, making her cling to him until she could never escape his grasp.

“I’m terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain.”

Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No — he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.

“No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you… fascinating.”

—

Beatrice Whitmore died once already.

She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel — not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton.

Which is perfect.

Because survival comes with rules.

A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she’s despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide.

Being terrible should be easy.

Until Captain Theodore Ashford — decorated war hero, heir to an estate as vast as his ego — refuses to despise her. Immune to her schemes, unfazed by her insults, he watches her with knowing amusement… as if he sees through every calculated performance.

Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot.

Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it.

Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive — without falling for the only man who doesn’t hate her.

Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess…

Cruelty might be her only way out

Qin Jiu transmigrated into a switched-at-birth novel.

She became the first daughter of a marquis’ household. She was swapped out maliciously at a young age and raised in the countryside.

The fake young mistress female lead was a rebirthed girl. The pearl of the capital, and the future wife of the second prince.

In the original novel, Qin Jiu had been jealous of the female lead and kept going against her, trying in vain to frame her. Unaware of her lacking capabilities, she even tried to steal the male lead from her. Eventually, everyone turned their backs against Qin Jiu and she was killed by an arrow to the heart.

After reviewing the plot, Qin Jiu tore up the script–She doesn’t want to be this villainess cannon fodder! Then in the next moment, she jumped into the arms of Regent Gu Zezhi.

Qin Jiu, “Sob sob sob…golden thighs!”

Gu Zezhi, “I’ll let you hug them.”

The regent of the dynasty had a fierce reputation of great power and heartless killings. Many people hated him, feared him, and wanted him dead. Then, one day, someone saw the infamously fierce regent holding a little girl in his arms with a pampering expression. Gu Zezhi kissed her hair and spoke in a gentle voice.

“You can get rid of anyone you want. I’m here.”

They dressed me in white as though the color could protect me. As though purity could shield me from a man whose name the world spoke in fear.

When I walked down the aisle, my groom stood waiting—tall, unmoving, a figure carved from shadow. A silver mask concealed his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He never spoke, not when our hands touched, not when the priest asked for vows. The silence between us was not emptiness—it was power.

They called him the Silent Groom.

To the outside world, he was a figure of dread. Men stepped aside when he entered a room, and women crossed themselves when they heard his name. But behind that mask was something more dangerous than cruelty.

He had orchestrated everything. The swift, strange courtship. The wedding no one dared to question. Even the veil I wore was his command—so that in his presence, my face would belong to him alone.

The carriage carried me from the cold chapel to his sprawling estate—a gothic manor of towering stone, where shadows clung to the walls like secrets. The rules were simple that his assistant told me: Not to enter his wing. Not to speak to him. Not to appear in front of him or even cross his path.

I thought he wanted distance. But I felt his presence everywhere. In the gifts left on my bed—he knew my size, my favorite colors, the things that I had never told a soul.

In the way the halls seemed to watch me. In the portraits I found hidden in his forbidden wing… all of me, painted long before we met. I often took his silence for absence.

But in this manor, silence was the echo of him, wrapping itself around me.

And though he would not touch me, I could feel his claim in every breath. He was the darkness at my back. The vow unspoken but binding.

I was his from the moment I stepped into the church. I just didn’t know about it.

When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets.
She does not expect him.

In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood.

The court wants her quiet.
The crown wants her gone.
But Prince Thane… sees her.

Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging.

Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore.

When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones.

It is what love makes you blind to.

Betrayed by the man she loved and bound to a crown that no longer holds meaning, an empress chooses freedom over titles—only to discover that even love forsaken can rise again from ruin.

“Even the moon can rise again after being eclipsed by the sun.”
“He was of the empire. She became the moon that outshone him.”

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Bound by duty. Betrayed by love. Reborn by choice.

Elisana Laurel De Claire, daughter of a grand ducal house, was destined to be Empress – and for a time, she believed in the fairytale. Betrothed since childhood to her dearest friend, Crown Prince Marcus, their union was meant to bring peace and glory to the Salastian Empire.

But love fades beneath the weight of power. When another woman captures the Emperor’s heart, Elisana’s world shatters. Neglected, accused, and stripped of affection, she makes a choice no one expects – she walks away from the crown.

Years later, when rebellion threatens the empire, fate brings them together once more. This time, Marcus must face the woman he once forsook – not as his Empress, but as his equal.

Amid courtly intrigue, forgiveness, and the fragile bloom of second chances, The Forsaken Empress tells a story of heartbreak and healing – where even the moon can rise again after the darkest night.

On August 12, 2020, the mysterious “Judge” brought a 24 hour doomsday countdown to Earth. When the countdown ended—how about checking out the “Eighty-One Deadly Questions App”?

Download the “Eighty-One Deadly Questions App” and let your life be filled with pleasant (terrifying) surprises (horrors).

Brother Gu: They’re just multiple-choice questions! With a 1/n chance, you might get a few right even with your eyes closed.

Gu Yuhuan: Bro, my luck is terrible… I can’t rely on luck. I have to depend on skill when I answer questions.

Brother Gu: How bad can your luck be?

After Gu Yuhuan triggered two instances—“Kill Bluebeard”, “Sub-Instance: The Painted Skin Ghost — Humans Walk the Path of the Living, Ghosts Cross the Bridge to Naihe”

Brother Gu: Holy crap… I kneel!!!

If other people’s instance difficulty was rated A, then Gu Yuhuan’s instance difficulty was SSS…

#My Sister’s Constitution is a Mystery#

Three things I learned after reincarnating into My Hero Academia:

Charles Xavier passed his telepathic powers down to me. Great.

He also passed down his baldness. Not so great.

X-ray vision is a terrible power in the wrong hands.

I am the wrong hands.

Welcome to my second life: where the UA exams are the least of my worries, and the real challenge is not thinking with my junk when I have unlimited mental powers.

Content Warning: Subtle hypnosis and mental influence.

Disclaimer: This is a fan-made work. I don’t own the original series or its characters. Only the protagonist belongs to me. All credit goes to the original author.

Two things guide an adventurer’s life,” Paul Greyrat used to say. “The edge of his sword and the curve of a woman.” And by the gods, he had just found the most perfect curve on the entire continent.

[Author’s Note]

What you’ll find:
Harem.
Explicit Content (R-18).
A central taboo relationship – (incest).

(Warning: Reader discretion is advised).
Zero-Tolerance Policy:
NO NTR! There is no sharing here.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia, Mushoku Tensei, or any of their characters, settings, or related intellectual properties. All rights belong to their respective creators, Kohei Horikoshi and Rifujin na Magonote, as well as their publishers and affiliates. This fanfiction is a non-profit work created solely for entertainment purposes.

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Can love destroy you? What about your friendship? Can you love the wrong person? How do you love someone in the right way?

For Levi, his first love came to him like a bullet-train. Fast and relentlessly bringing him to places he never knew he could walk on.

Putting everything on the line, must he choose to do the right thing? What is the right thing anyway?

In a world ruled by the Dragon Empire and the Phoenix Clan, Hanara is born with a rare and dangerous dual aura—one that can heal… or destroy.

After her mother is murdered and her clan is annihilated, Hanara vanishes into the mountains with her baby brother, guarded by two phoenixes. When Dragon knights finally find her, she unleashes her devastating Fireborne Wrath—revealing her power and costing one phoenix its life. The surviving phoenix spirits her away, tearing her from the brother she cannot save.

Years later, trained in secrecy, Hanara returns in disguise, infiltrating the Dragon Empire to rescue the brother she was forced to leave behind. But survival demands silence. Exposure would mean his death—especially as the Ice Prince begins to notice her, his watchful presence as dangerous as it is impossible to ignore.

To protect her brother, Hanara must remain hidden among dragons… and beside a prince who could expose her with a single word.

Or embrace the full truth of her dual aura, its power to heal or to destroy, and become the very force the empire fears.

He says I’m his mate.
His Luna.
The one the prophecy spoke of.
But I’m not a wolf. I’m an assassin.
And I was sent to kill him.

Kaelor Voss is everything I was raised to hate, powerful, ruthless, Alpha.
And yet… when he touches me, I feel the bond they swore didn’t exist.
If I run, I’ll break us both.
If I stay, I’ll burn everything I’ve ever known.

I never believed in fate.
But now fate believes in me.

He made it! Naruto Uzumaki, the number one unpredictable ninja, has just graduated! The world is at his feet, the ramen tastes like victory, and his path to becoming Hokage has finally begun.

Just when he thinks his incredible story is about to begin, BAM! A semi-transparent blue screen appears right in his face. Wait… is this a video game?

The system calls it [Falna], and its function is insane: it can turn his friends into legendary heroes! Leveling up, gaining skills and chakra that would make the Third Hokage weep! It’s the ultimate tool to become incredibly strong! The plan is perfect.

There’s just one problem…

To “update someone’s status,” he needs… for them to be a girl? And to use his own blood to draw?
Naruto’s path to becoming Hokage has just taken a complete 180. Forget about hard work; his new mission is to survive puberty, assemble the best team in history, and convince Konoha’s strongest kunoichi to let him draw on their backs!

Cha Seo-yeong transmigrated into the novel she had been reading just before her death, landing inside the body of Elphie, a cannon fodder set to die.

The original novel revolved around the main character Ariadne, a holy mother type of figure, who captured the attention of two male leads—the Crown Prince and the Northern Duke. Despite all these settings, the novel ended in the death of all characters and the fall of the kingdom.

Now, the story begins anew, starting with the awakening in a new body. Seven months remain until the end of the original novel… what choices will Elphie make to survive?

This is just another rofan story.

After a tragic accident that sent her back 843 years in time to the year 1179, in the Middle Ages, during the reign of Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, Kate Mitchell, a wealthy business tycoon in the pharmaceutical industry, a gifted ex-military, a pharmacologist and botanist, and a brilliant archer from 2022, wakes up as Lady Philippa, a pretty, innocent, frail, and proper young lady of House Antioch, with whom she shares nothing in common. She realised she had died on that day, and her soul travels back in time and takes over the body of Philippa, a helpless lady who would face tragedy, betrayal, and scandal before dying young and heartbroken.

She chose to live as Philippa because she had a second chance at life and only one goal in mind: to live and survive at any cost. To succeed, she must thrive and learn to live in the Medieval era, where nothing is common for her, and, above all, she must avoid an arranged marriage, which will doom Phillipa to death after a terrible heartbreak.

Lady Philippa, unfortunately, is about to be engaged to an unknown man, and she must devise a plan to prevent this from happening. Kate’s background as an ex-military officer, pharmacologist, and botanist, as well as her limited knowledge of history, will be invaluable in surviving the historical mediaeval times when modern technology was out of reach. However, she requires the assistance of the reigning king, Baldwin IV, who is suffering from leprosy at the time. She’ll have to take control of the situation. It is up to Kate’s bravery and intelligence to find a way to persuade Baldwin IV to help her, and she has few options other than joining his royal court.

Will the king accept her, or will she perish as the body’s original owner? Will she be able to change her destiny? Alternatively, will she be able to find the love and family she seeks?

Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns.

Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy duke, she has no choice but to keep praying.

Too bad that’s all she knows how to do.

“Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.”

A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash.

“I’ll kill you all!” The handsome duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it.

She continues to pray harder.