"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.

MC's system malfunctions, now he's lost in an unknown cultivation world. MC picks up a convenient, though mostly dead, guide. After healing his new guide he drags him around forcing him to stay with him no matter what. MC "Your life is mine." ML "I have free will!" MC "Nope." ML A short time later, very quietly "Keep me forever." MC "What?" ML "..." Very sweet and flirty, come get your dog food. The story belongs to me. No images belong to me.

Shen Mo is an assassin working for the AD Org. for 10 years now and is tired of the blood filled life so he decides to fake his death to escape the AD Org. While seemingly forgetting a certain someone. Shen Mo: pah! This laozi is escaping now! A certain disciple: *black lines* After 8 years of hiding Shen Mo was force to face again with the AD Org. due to some circumstance. And wonderfully drop himself in the hands of the devil himself. His former disciple now known as the President of the AD Org. is more than ready to ask for repayment from is 'dead' master. ML: *chases after master, ties him with rope, throws him over the shoulder and drop him in bed* ML: Escape you shall not 8 years this lord has waited now I shall have you, right here right now! Shen Mo:!!!!! WARNING! This is boyxboy, BL novel so if you don't like it don't read it. Possessive disciple gong x straight, mother hen like shou *Picture is not mine. It belongs to its original owner.

"Keep it safe." Alexandr whispered, hot breath splashing onto Theo's face. Just one inch and those lips would touch his face, gently. A finger swept a wet strand of hair from Theo's face carefully, and Alexandr pressed his thumb to the flesh under his right eye, tightening second after second with a cruel pressure, "Be careful who you make friends with." Theo slammed his hand into the man's broad chest, and Alexandr stumbled backwards a few steps, burning hand detaching from his face. The man's grinding gaze lifted towards him, and a deliberate smile spread over his thin lips, stretching them up and up, shrouding his sculpted face in a warped glory of beauty. - He'll learn to only look for him, There was none of the usual ceremony of blood baths and O Fortuna! There was only the simple click. And it was done. He chained this man to him. And even though he'd done this for every pet before, something became different. The air? The magnetic field around them? Something had shifted and the leash burnt heavy in his hand. It felt like the beginning of... an end. - Theodore Harrow thought all he had to do was wait for the game to end, but when he meets the capture targets, all he wants to do is run away. Stay sane? They could take his body, devour his heart, crush his life, but they couldn't take away his sanity. That was the last line, and if that too falls away... he'd lose his soul. A virtual reality dating sim and Otome game is not so cool when a) All the capture targets are men, and you're a straight guy b) Everyone who has come out of the game has become mentally ill c) None of the characters are sane Cover image does not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest; all credit goes to 백수 who is the artist. Cover edits made by me. Story belongs to me. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: #𝟏 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐𝟏/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎 #2 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒t #

"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?