MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS MY MENTORS MENTEE

For ten years, Gwen Harlow suppressed her forbidden Witch-Wolf magic to be the perfect Luna for Lucien Blackfang. Her reward? A silver dagger to the heart, twisted by the very man she lived for—all to make room for her treacherous sister, Sienna. But death was not the end. Granted a second chance by the Moon Goddess, Gwen wakes up ten years in the past, on the day of her joining ceremony. This time, she won't kneel to the man who killed her. Instead, she walks past a stunned Lucien and chooses Kaelen, the ‘Cursed Alpha’ feared by the entire world. Lucien thought he was discarding a burden, never realizing that Gwen’s secret magic was the only thing keeping him alive. Now, as Lucien begins to rot without his silent protector, Gwen rises as a sovereign of shadows, ready to burn his empire to the ground. "Once, I died for you. Now, I live for your ruin."

“From today onward, you are the Sect Master of Qingxiao Sect!” After leaving behind those words, the master abandoned Li Qingqiu and the junior brothers and sisters, descending the mountain alone in search of immortality. That very day, Li Qingqiu activated the Dao Lineage Inheritance. Through the Dao Lineage Interface, he could view his disciples’ loyalty, aptitude, and fate. Each time Qingxiao Sect advanced to a higher stage, he could even copy a disciple’s fate for himself. Starting from the martial world, he cultivated immortality amidst the mortal realm. The jianghu was teeming with outlaws—reckless, passionate, and driven by vengeance—while the court’s nobles desperately sought the path to immortality, trampling lives without remorse. In those turbulent years, Li Qingqiu led Qingxiao Sect step by step upward, rising above worldly dust. Across the heavens, countless immortal sects stood tall. Thousands of Daoist lineages competed for supremacy. Yet Qingxiao Sect, born from the mortal world, rose to become the Immortal Sect of Eternal Life in the hearts of all beings. In the cultivation world, everyone knew Li Qingqiu possessed a unique gift—the ability to recognize talent. He could always nurture generation after generation of peerless prodigies… ______________________________________________________________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

Rio only wanted to see how the story ended. Instead, he woke up inside it. Not as the protagonist, not even as a supporting character—but as someone who barely existed in the narrative. An extra with no importance, no future, and no place in the story’s direction. At least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Now in the body of Rio Valen, a disgraced noble exiled from his own house, he finds himself in a region the original story barely touched—one driven as much by advanced technology as it is by mana. And buried beneath it, something far worse. The facility he wakes up in shouldn’t exist. The experiments conducted there shouldn’t have succeeded. And whatever was placed inside him was never meant to survive. As fragments of memory return—both his own and the life he inherited—Rio begins to understand the situation he’s in. The world still follows its original course. The key figures are still moving toward the same future. But his existence doesn’t fit anywhere within it. Even so, people begin to notice him. Not because of who he is—but because of something they can’t quite explain. A presence. A flaw. Or something far more dangerous. Some approach out of curiosity. Others, for reasons he doesn’t understand. And a few, simply because staying away isn’t an option. With no role to follow and no clear path ahead, Rio is left with a simple choice: Stay invisible and survive. Or step into a story that was never meant to include him. Because in a world that already has its main character— an extra that shouldn’t exist might be the only thing that can change it.

The Dance of the Dragons. An age scarred by blood, ambition, and political strife. As Westeros tended toward chaos, the Targaryens’ once-unshakeable legacy reached its breaking point. Born to King Viserys I and Queen Alicent, Baelon Targaryen found himself in a life that he could not control. Night after night, he is haunted by recurring Dragon Dreams. Visions of what was, might have been, and may yet come. Burdened by his fear of the future, he, along with his twin sister Helaena, try to find their way out of the chaos. But where can a Targaryen truly escape? Essos? Asshai? The wilderness of Sothoryos? And even if they flee, can they truly ever outrun what had been foreseen in their dreams? This is an AU of the Dance, with several major changes: • The addition of Baelon Targaryen, twin to Helaena. • Dragon Dreams may be shared between two dreamers deeply bonded by blood and spirit. • Visions may include alternate timelines/parallel worlds Baelon is not reincarnated; all knowledge he possesses is gained through experience or through his dreams. The story is loosely inspired by HoTD: Reincarnated as Daemon Targaryen’s Son, though it follows its own path. Also, I need to emphasise that my MC will not become King of the Seven Kingdoms. This is simply the story of a young boy trying to escape what would have been a life marred by death, betrayal and conflict. All he wants is to become stronger, so he can protect himself and his sister. Follow on Patreon for five advanced chapters: patreon.com/TaleDrifter Content was written with AI assistance: Author writes → AI edits → Author edits.

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Technology Trumps All! And I got lots of it baby! Let's keep this military industrial complex rolling! I need them greens.

Camille Laurent thought tonight would be the beginning of her future. Instead, it became the night her life shattered. Standing in the center of a glittering ballroom, she watches her fiancé slip the engagement ring onto her cousin’s finger. Laughter echoes around her. Cameras flash. The humiliation burns through her chest as whispers spread across the hall. She has just been publicly replaced. Her nails dig into her palms. Her heart pounds. But Camille refuses to cry. Not in front of them. Not in front of the man who just destroyed her pride. Just when the room erupts with cruel amusement, the doors open. The atmosphere shifts instantly. Dante Moretti walks in. The ruthless billionaire heir. The man powerful enough to ruin entire corporations with a single decision. Cold, calculating, and feared by everyone in the city. His sharp gaze sweeps across the hall then stops on Camille. Tearless. Humiliated. Burning with silent fury. Instead of pity, a strange spark appears in his eyes. Dante steps closer, ignoring the stunned crowd. His voice is calm, but the words send shockwaves through the room. “Marry me.” The hall falls silent. Camille’s breath catches. A contract marriage. Three years. A public wife for the most dangerous man in the city. It’s supposed to be revenge. But Dante Moretti isn’t a man who pretends. He claims. He controls. He doesn’t believe in love only possession. As Camille steps into a world of wealth, power, and ruthless ambition, she realizes too late that the devil she married doesn’t share what belongs to him. And the moment she signed that contract She stopped being the humiliated bride. She became the billionaire’s obsession.

He was their firstborn — and their biggest mistake. Jedidiah gave them everything: loyalty, silence, love. But when his parents’ marriage collapsed, so did his place in the world. His mother ran into the arms of his father's best friend. His father found comfort in a wealthy widow with a bitter heart and two cruel children. Suddenly, Jedidiah was nothing — pushed aside, bullied at school, mocked at home, and eventually thrown into the streets like trash. But ashes don’t stay buried forever. Years later, the family that broke him is falling apart. The company is bleeding. The lies are surfacing. And the only one who can save them... is the son they left behind. But Jedidiah didn’t come back for forgiveness. He came back for power. For truth. For himself. Ashes of Blood and Betrayal is a jaw-dropping family drama about pain, survival, and the silent strength of the forgotten. This is not just a story of revenge — it’s a story of rebirth.

Welcome to my latest story, a crossover between the worlds of A Song of Ice and Fire and Elden Ring. The main character is Jon Snow, who, upon his death at the hands of his Night's Watch brothers, is thrown on a journey that will change the fate of two worlds. The story will be long and slow-paced, as I want to explore both Planetos and the Lands Between, especially the latter. I don't want to skip everything like most Elden Ring stories. I want you all, along with Jon, to experience it all anew, as we first set foot in the Lands Between as players. The entire system, including levelling, crafting, and summons, has been modified and adjusted by me. This is meant to be real life for Jon, not a game. All criticism and suggestions are welcome.