Apollo Hades de Secramise has always been the empire's golden boy-shining curls, magenta eyes, and a charm that makes the court trip over itself to please him. As the beloved son of the First Concubine and the clear favorite of the Emperor, his future seemed perfectly straightforward. Until his sister attempted to craft a "jewelry box" of powerful allies to overthrow him-only for every part of her plan to backfire spectacularly in Apollo's favor. The Princess Jewels

Haunted by years of trauma and unanswered questions about his grandmother's mysterious death during World War Three, Marcus finally resolves to uncover the truth. His grandmother, a brilliant engineer who helped design the Hydra submarine, vanished alongside her crew in what was officially deemed a "mechanical failure". Marcus, however, has always doubted that explanation. Now, driven by a mix of grief, skepticism, and a relentless need for answers, he prepares to board the very same submarine-the Hydra. As he descends into the depths where his grandmother's legacy and demise lie intertwined, Marcus knows he's not just seeking the truth-he's facing whatever secrets the abyss has been guarding. Fan-Fiction of the Roblox game "PRESSURE." Content Note: This book explores themes of loss, trauma, suspense, and deep-sea exploration. It contains scenes that may be distressing to some readers, including descriptions of death, isolation, and physical transformation.

[ Roblox Pressure Reader Insert ] Hadal Blacksite; an underwater facility dedicated to researching monsters of the unknown. That's the place [name] found themselves in after volunteering to retrieve a certain item deep within the now seemingly lost location. Yet, who could pass up the offer when the rewards were oh-so tempting? Not only are they grappling with death and betrayal around every corner, but they experience the impossible after a first death of their own. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?

"You are too overpowered. Your existence poses a great threat to my son and daughter of fate. I had no other choice but to kill you." This was the voice of God he heard when he was about to enter the door of death. "A tragic oped character, sigh, its a very popular trend right now. The normal cliche of losing all your loved ones, an illegitimate son of a noble household, possessing overwhelming magic, good looks and what not. But as I kept writing I realised I made you way too oped, to the point your existence became a threat to the plot." The voice of god spoke to him again. "...Are you the one who killed my family?" He asked back with a blank expression. "Yes." Spoke the voice again. This simple one sentence angered him to the point he fought harder against his predestined death. He was enraged. The death of his family was orchestrated by this damn god, his life made miserable and painful, so he had to rise again, back on his two feets so he could destroy the god's world. And so he did. He rose again, defeating his death. Then he had his revenge by almost destroying the world. Almost!!! Before he could lead to the death of the Male and the female lead a thing called system was bounded to his soul. He was forced to leave his world and enter many different worlds. "Well, Unfreeze the OOC!" He demanded with a malicious grin on his face. He had to have his revenge. But most important of all, he had to be the one incharge of his characters. "......." The system shivered at his words, its invisible eyes bulging out. Unbeknownst to him, a GOD had embarked on a journey to a portal of unknown origin right at the time when he was entering a new world. "Oh fuck!" He cursed as he realised a dangerous point. "This is not the protagonist! Who is he?" Novel cover: Drawn by me aka @pushisinung.

In his last life he gave it all to his little brother who was kidnapped at the age of five , recused at the age of sixteen. Extra care - Brother needed it. Parent's support - How could he even ask for it when his brother missed it for eleven years. Brother owed it. Arranged marriage with his best friend - He never wanted it in the first place. They are like bros! So, when his brother showed interest in his best friend , he encouraged it. All he wanted was a happy and complete family. But he never realised that all his efforts to give his brother a family , would separate him from his family. "Your brother is sick ! We can't attend your graduation." - Mother "Just come back after taking the certificate. I think it's serious." - Best friend. .... "Bro , we already left for the trip. Why were you so late ?"- Best friend. "Why didn't you pick up your calls ? Your brother was worried to death. He almost had a panic attack. We started the journey to distract him."- mother. ..... "Your brother is new to the family. How would he know you are allergic to eggs?" - Mother. "Just go to the hospital. Don't ruin his birthday." - Father. "Bro , why did you even eat that cake ? I can't leave the party to accompany you now." - Best friend. ...... He had enough. He loves his brother too but his love shouldn't be one sided "Do you all even care about me ?I am dying here. My allergy is severe. I can die." He shouts with a hoarse voice. "Nobody dies from egg allergy. Don't exaggerate." "You all are my family. You all know how serious it is. My limbs are getting numb." "We are sending the driver." "Is dd's birthday more important than my life ?" That was the last question he asked before his senses went shady. "How can you be jealous of your own brother." That's what he heard for the last time before everything went black. He chuckles in his fate. What a joke his life has become ! Wish he could get another chance , another chance to live once again !

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

Misha has always been petty, very, very petty. He pays back the smallest grievances tenfold, and his temper flares up more often than not. So, when Santa Claus sends him back in time as a Christmas gift, he's hell-bent on tormenting his sister's boyfriend, the cause of all his suffering. No matter what, he has to drive the jerk away, or else misfortunes will befall his family. But as time goes by, Misha slowly realizes that things are not as he remembers them. Perhaps, everything he knows about his sister's boyfriend was built on lies. That doesn't mean he will stop pestering the guy, though. Dumb MC vs two-faced ML, HE. Other languages: Indonesian: https://www.wattpad.com/story/250703773-bl-sweet-devil-terjemahan-indonesia-iblis-manis

Updated Summary: With the creation of different dimensions and universes, came forth intelligent beings. To regulate these dimensions and universes, higher beings took control of containers called UniOrbs. These containers not only regulated the Gods and the souls of those worlds but also dictated the processes of reincarnation. The UniOrb could not do this on their own, so they contracted souls to become "Systems" that made sure souls were able to reincarnate, but not all souls were fortunate enough to do so. "Systems" then teamed up with souls called "Hosts" to make sure unfortunate souls got their wishes fulfilled, their souls healed properly, and ready for reincarnation. To make sure the Systems and Hosts had a proper base of operations, the UniOrb created a separate space called the Command Center. This Command Center was at the entrance of the reincarnation sea, where souls would go to their next destination. The person in charge was called, "God System." One System was not satisfied with their status quo. They created something known as the "Villain System." This Villain System was designed to suck the life and energy from different worlds, using it to spread a virus that would slowly take over the UniOrb. Their goal: Take over the UniOrb to become the new higher being that controlled it. When all hope seemed to be lost for those in the UniOrb and its Command Center, one System, System 225, gained control from the Villain System, rescued his "Host," and together go from world to world, gaining enough energy to combat the System that created the Villain System. Oh, and also rescuing God System along the way. Book Cover Credit: Alice - via vgen: this_is_ALiCE_draws

Like most, Fahren hadn't predicted his death. To put it crudely, it came as a surprise. However, he can't exactly recall how it happened. Not that it mattered much, as before he knew it, he was facing his judgement. But as it turned out, even that was undetermined. His judge, in fact a moderator named, 'System', couldn't pinpoint where Fahren's soul best belonged. So they proposed a little test; inhabit the bodies of those stricken with injustice, right the wrongs and bring them peace. Sounds complicated enough without these victims belonging to worlds Fahren had only ever read about or seen on TV. *This ISN'T a translation! This is my own original novel* **Front Cover is created by IsaacInkyl (Twitter ID), and is of the beautiful Shu Ning and Zhang Feng from the 'first world'**