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The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'

~Updates Daily~ (usually near 8PM ET / 1AM GMT) Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Single love interest Yuri! No lengthy misunderstandings over this fact~ --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Her memories intact despite her spirit being a merest fraction of her height - and her trusted Astralism unchanged - she carefully starts over from an infant. How to navigate her family: [really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] How to portray herself: [everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls!] How 'quickly' to reveal the power she gathers: [this region is a 'backwater', let's just take it slow~] How her marriage was arranged before birth: [my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cance- oh?] Dealing with an 'amusing' deceit: ['he' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] Confronting the 'boy' in private: [whatever their iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in a new life, | Elua er Goltbred | can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided would be hers - centers as much around helping | Qatrand er Yecine | find herself... as it is hoping to ease the fiance into how messed up the 'younger' girl honestly is. It's a good thing that the reborn cultivator can improvise with her ridiculous control of an Illusion Astralism - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius. Like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... | Qat | (the nickname picked almost instantly!) despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting. ... she really shouldn't have let on. It made her | El | kind of vain. Oh, and muscles. | Elua | : I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post! Potential trigger warnings: > A FL that may seem (to some) like they are being groomed due to 'true age' difference. > A MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally 'picked on' by his 'sweet daughter' for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.
Seraphelki · 356.3k Views

The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans

#WARNING Vivid descriptions of abuse scenes. Readers discretion is advised. They call it an honor, but everyone knows the truth. Every year, the Lycans choose one werewolf from the Feral Packs to attend Lunar Crest Academy. A place of wealth, power, and deadly secrets. A place no Feral has ever returned from. This year, that sacrifice is Lorraine Anderson Branded as the outcast of the ShadowFang Pack, she has endured years of torment at the hands of those who once called her family. Beaten, broken, and betrayed, she is now being handed over to the monsters that rule them all. The Lycans. She knows what awaits her.....death. But when she arrives at Lunar Crest Academy, she finds something even worse than death. A game. One where she is the lowest-ranked player. One where survival is impossible. And at the center of it all stands him. The Lycan prince. Cold. Ruthless. Dangerous. His red eyes seem to follow her every move, his presence a constant, suffocating force. She should fear him like everyone else. She should cower under his gaze. But she doesn’t. Because beneath his terrifying exterior, there’s something else. Something dark and possessive. Something that makes her heart pound in a way it never should. In a world where strength is everything and weakness means death, Lorraine has only one choice.... to fight. Even if it means challenging the very monsters that want to destroy her. Even if it means becoming something far more terrifying than anyone ever expected. Because one thing is certain… She will not die quietly.
Lilly000 · 5.7k Views

My Young Husband, The Assasin

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …
Diny_Rosaly · 127.7k Views

He was the reason: The beginning

SHE WAS THE PRINCESS—BUT NEVER HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. Leina Reinhardt was born into power, privilege, and prestige—the only daughter of a multi-billionaire and the beloved sister of Westdentia’s most elite men: Lester – A cold, calculating CEO with an empire at his feet. Levy – A six-time Olympic champion, untouchable and unstoppable. Liam & Louis – The twin masterminds behind the world’s most powerful gaming empire. To the world, she was the Reinhardt Princess—elegant, quiet, untouchable. But Leina Reinhardt was no fragile flower. She was raised by wolves, after all. Then came Alexander Harris Smith. Her brothers’ best friend. Her first love. Her greatest heartbreak. The boy who lit up her world—only to disappear and leave her in the dark. Now, years later, he’s back, standing in front of her like a ghost from the past. And worse? He has the audacity to question her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: Leina's fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to walk away. To leave him standing there like he left her all those years ago. But damn him—he had the nerve to show up now, with those same emerald eyes, as if he had any right to look at her that way. "What did you expect, Alexander?" she seethed, voice sharp as glass. "That I’d wait? That my world would freeze the moment you walked away?" His jaw clenched. She could see the storm raging behind his eyes, but she refused to care. "You left," she said, her voice breaking despite her best efforts. "You. Left. And now you think you can just come back and—" Her words died in her throat as he moved, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close before she could stop him. "Let go," she hissed, her voice defiant—but her body betrayed her, memories clawing their way to the surface. Alexander’s grip tightened, his forehead pressing against hers, breath unsteady. "I know I don’t deserve it," he murmured, voice raw. "But hate me, curse me, hit me—just don’t tell me you forgot." Leina’s breath hitched. Her throat burned. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream that she didn’t care. She wanted to say that he meant nothing. But the lie wouldn't come. Because the truth was brutal. She remembered everything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WHY READ THIS? Billionaire mafia intrigue with power struggles and dark secrets Unforgettable first love turned into a dangerous obsession A fierce heroine who refuses to be a pawn A dangerously devoted hero who will burn the world for her Get ready for a story of power, betrayal, and a love that refuses to die.
Apple_beeaaan056 · 9.4k Views

Jock Next Bed (BL)

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.
ThatAmazingGirl · 891.9k Views