Reborn in the world of High School DxD, Roy is ready to conquer all with his Copy system. But he soon discovers that his greatest challenge isn't the devils or fallen angels, but the powerful and gorgeous girls inexplicably drawn to him. And with his ability that allows him to replicate the ability of those he touches, he will master everything.... [Do you wish to replicate this ability?] Roy: Yup, why not?

She always thought she knew her story, the lonely daughter, the only child, the one who never had a sibling to fight with or lean on, but destiny had other plans One unexpected day, a truth came crashing down on her, a truth powerful enough to shake her whole world She wasn't alone She had 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 Not one.....not two.....but 𝙨𝙞𝙭 of them Six strangers......bound to her by blood On the other side, those six brothers had lived their whole lives without knowing a sister even existed and now, when their worlds collide, everything changes hearts, identities and the meaning of family Will they welcome her with open arms? Or will the truth turn into a storm none of them are ready to face.

×Mature× > She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride. Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there. But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans. Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story. Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty? Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

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