(Y/N) (L/N), A regular guy who worked and came home, he was anti-social and considered an outcast by many, he never spoke to anyone, he was quite apathetic And only did what was necessary for him to provide for himself, however, it all changed once he had come across the DMMO-RPG Game YGGDRASIL, he was invested into the game and became part of a guild called "Ains Ooal Gown" his overall attitude to life then changed slightly and before he knew it, 12 years had passed, he came known as "The Merciless one" who dealt no mercy upon his enemies. But it's the last day of the game, the servers shut down the day after and he's speaking his final moments as his avatar "(Y/N)" besides his friend Momonga... But something strange happened after the last couple of seconds of the servers being online... He was still in the game... ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ I don't own Overlord or any of the characters apart from (Y/N) and Erze (Concept not art), any additional artwork added in isn't mine, credit goes to the creators o Don't know the name of don't sue me~ #1 in Solution- 09/08/2022

It's been three years since you last logged into Yggdrasil, what got you back in the game was the announcement of it's shutdown in honor of the game you decided to play until the end

Era hora de terminar con esto... Intentaron detenerme... Pero siempre se llega tarde... ¿Verdad? ♥Undertale es Propiedad de TobyFox ♥La idea es mía no se permiten copias ni imitaciones ♥Historia publicada el: 14 de mayo del 2017 ♥Si no te gusta el Fontcest sigue tu camino maldito arenoso >:v//

"Hey! Wait up! We've been socializing for a while, you know that right?" He hummed in response and continued walking with his head down, avoiding eye contact or physical contact with anybody. "And I don't know your name, but you already know that I like you and all," I continued but caught the shy boy's attention. He looked at me quizzically wondering if it was some type of joke. My breath hitched as I caught myself in a trance as I stared into those dark gray eyes of his. He raised an eyebrow and smirked snapping me out of it. I blushed before hesitantly asking. "What do I call you?" "Call me possessive," ***trigger warning sexual abuse***

"When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly." ― Patrick Overton, The leaning tree. Alwynn hadn't anticipated much from meeting an old friend of his parents. He expected a dull night filled with drab conversation and occasional pokes at his choices in life. He was prepared for that, he would just drift off into some serene place in his mind and let it all wash over him. Alwynn hadn't anticipated the 'old friend' to be a living, breathing Adonis capable of reducing the boy to a quivering, incoherent mess just with the flash of that ravishing smile. Vant Bayer, a man far too old for the 17-year-old, was just the man the boy was looking for. Little did Alwynn know, Vant wasn't merely a man...

her protecter. sometimes the only one who cares. she loves him. and everything he does. well most things.

Jace is not ready for this. He'll never be ready. He can't take care of a submissive. How could he, being a submissive himself? But he has to. He has to play pretend at being a dominant, or risk becoming the family disappointment. ------------------- Daniel is going to excel at his new classes. He's done all of the remedial work, and now it's time for him to attend classes to actually work towards becoming ready for a submissive. He is not, however, ready to get wrapped up in the life of the odd guy in his classes. ----------------------------------- Warning: This story will contain BDSM content throughout. This is also my first time writing something like this, so it probably won't get very explicit.

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

⚠️ 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨.⚠️ I'm not a writer, but enjoy doing it as a hobby. I wrote this book without any idea what the hell I was doing. ⤷ When Lyle Carver returns to his hometown for the summer, lies and deception seem to follow. ⤶ Beautiful cover is made by Eileenkruz <3 here on Wattpad! This book is based off a POV on my tiktok lmao.

A young man moves into a special institution. His old home was no longer hospitable. It never had been in the first place. The devil who lived there made sure of such. The devil assured that he could never leave their home that was not a home. But against all odds, he eventually escaped from that hell and met strangers who unintentionally helped him. He never wanted their so-called help, however. He only wanted to be safe from the devil. Because the devil is always with him. Always in his mind. Always in his heart. Always in his body. Always. Always there but not. Even if people tore him from the devil on serious charges of torture, he would forever and always have the devil's work etched into his very being, body and soul. But, there's an unexpected hope he finds that would perhaps cut the tumorous devil from his life. If regular humans could not do it, irregular ones surely could. Then again, he couldn't exactly call the inhabitants of the institution human when they were anything but, now could he? Especially when he sees one of them floating up to the sky shrouded in a bright purple glow or another set fire to a bouquet of flowers with his bare hands....