Living a fairytale: Permitted to cheat on my billionaire husband?

WARNING GOT HELP FROM AI A mutant born with the power of Castiel from Supernatural

A fourth chance at life. The last chance. One would think that Rebirth came with a get out of jail free card, but not when you weren't the only one. Thrust into a world with other Rebirthers hidden in plain sight, the reset button wasn't as convenient for Zarek to use. Worst yet, this comedic system attached to his hip didn't seem as friendly as its banter suggested. Almost like a lurking demon breathing over his shoulder, it steered things from the shadows, pulling on his life in ways even his sensitivity to twists in time couldn't allow him to account for. Even so, Zarek pushed forward. With his third Rebirth Talent used up, his Talent Slots were empty and his other stats had regressed as time ebbed away at who he was little by little... But he had a plan. Somehow, he had to keep it hidden from the other Rebirthers, taking paths they would never expect, and adjusting when their Rebirths interfered with his own. This time, though... on his final shot... he would definitely succeed. For the sake of finding out the truth behind this antagonistic system... For the sake of protecting the girl that had given up everything to remain by his side... For the sake of himself.

[Warning: Mature Content 18+, Harem, No NTR!] He was only ten years old when his world turned to ash. Hidden behind a door, shivering with helplessness and fear, the boy peered through the keyhole and watched his parents die. He never knew who killed them. He never even saw the faces of those who took everything from him. The terror was too much for a ten-year old boy. His mind shattered, erasing that night from his memory. And then everything was blank, darkness in front of his eyes as he lost consciousness. When his eyes opened again, a man stood before him, a stranger with a gentle smile and eyes filled with something strange… pity? Or something else? "What happened here boy?” “Happened where?” “You don’t remember, do you?" "Remember what…? Where is father? My Mother?” "I guess this is for the best.” “Good boy. Your father was my dearest friend… and now, you are my responsibility. From now on, you will be my son." "You have no one left, boy… but I can make sure no one ever takes anything from you again." The man said gently. And then that man forged him into something inhuman. A weapon honed to perfection, a shadow lurking in the underworld. The mere whisper of his name - Draugr, A ghost that never truly dies, sent grown men into cold sweats, their legs trembling beneath them. The boy soon outgrew his master and carved his own legend in blood. But all this while he never stopped searching—for the ones who killed his parents, for the truth, for revenge. And finally, after fifteen years of silence, he was close. The last clue he needed was just within his grasp. It was so close, yet just an inch out of his grasp. He was ambushed, a trap he never saw coming. Wounded, bleeding out, fighting for his life against an army of men and women eyeing to claim his life, he should have died. But fate had something else stored for him. Barely holding onto life, he stumbled into a girl—fragile-looking, yet completely unafraid of the monster before her. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Instead, she smiled. She saved him. Took him to a hospital. And as he lay unconscious, she made her plans. But when he woke up… He had lost everything, He remembered nothing. Not just the truth of his parents' murder. Not just the years of searching. Not just the enemies and allies he'd made along the way. Not even his own name. Twenty-five years of his life—wiped clean. Now, in a world that fears his very name, with ghosts of a past he can no longer remember hunting him in the shadows—he must decide: Is he still the Draugr they all fear? Or is he just a man searching for the pieces of himself? And who is the girl who stole his fate and bound it to hers? ******

In life, there is only one absolute...Adversity.

Reborn in Konoha as Uzumaki Naruto, he planned to lay low and use his foresight to carve a new path. But everything changed when he awakened the Mori-Mori Fruit, granting him the power of the boundless forest. No more hiding—it’s time for a grand showdown! Why bother with hand seals for Wood Release when nature itself bends to his will? Absorbing nutrients from the world around him, he devours Uchiha Shisui, gaining the Sharingan and unparalleled illusionary prowess. On the night of the Uchiha Massacre, he stands between Root's conspiracy and Uchiha Obito’s schemes. Wood Clone Naruto smirks: "Are you here to trade too?" As the Fourth Shinobi World War looms, White Zetsu assures: "Trust me, Naruto, how could I ever betray you?" But when the power of the forest reigns supreme, who is truly in control? ==== Support the translation & get advanced chapters! Join my Patreon! patreon.com/LordMerlin ==== Note: This is a translated work. All rights belong to the original creator.

Loved by the general public, loathed by critics—Duke is this kind of director. The blockbuster films he directs are known for their dazzling rapid cuts, endless explosions and fights, and 200% sensory enjoyment, always relentlessly stimulating the audience’s adrenaline. Critics dislike him. "Duke doesn't care about your soul! He's a sadist! He’s just crazily torturing your eyes and ears!" "I work as hard as I can, and I'm happy to see that, apart from the critics, the audience loves the film. So let’s just ignore the critics. I make movies for the audience to enjoy," Duke once said. He's the kind of director who injects a dose of testosterone into every man around the world, known as a man born when a comet collided with Earth. Some love him, some hate him, but no one can ignore him ................... This is a translation of the book Made in Hollywood by the Author white thirteen

Kai Vale never expected to wake up in a high-security research facility, let alone one belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. As he took in his surroundings, his eyes landed on the object of their intense study—a transparent blue cube radiating an otherworldly glow. Before he could react, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind: "Congratulations, host. You have obtained a perfect replica of the Cosmic Cube." A surge of energy coursed through his body as he touched the cube. At that moment, a flood of knowledge and power filled his mind—his system had activated, granting him the ability to replicate any weapon or technology he encountered. No longer just an ordinary man, Kai Vale had entered the Marvel Cinematic Universe with a system that could change everything. With S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and even greater cosmic threats looming, he was determined to carve his own path and rise to power—one step at a time. The universe had no idea what was coming. __

The story begins. Ian thought he was just a young wizard with a bit of talent and a simple plug-in—as long as he worked hard, he could grow stronger. However, as time passed, he began to realize something unsettling. The mentors guiding him in magic weren’t just ordinary professors—they were legendary figures, powerhouses whispered about in myths and history. "Standing before you is the noble Apostle of the Maze, the Co-Spokesman of the Old Dead, and the heir personally chosen by the founder of Hogwarts!" Wait… what? The noseless monster dares to make a move? He must have never heard of the original spell recorded on my Chocolate Frog’s Famous Wizards Collection Card! Dumbledore: "That spell…!" Dumbledore’s expression shifted as Ian calmly recited, "Call of the Guardian Spirit." Silver-white threads surged, weaving together and condensing until a familiar figure emerged—one that a certain professor had spent his entire life drowning in guilt over. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story does not belong to me; I am just translating it. The original title is 霍格沃兹的渡鸦使者. All copyrights for the book belong to J.K. Rowling.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

Step inside if you dare, but be warned—this is no ordinary shop. Those who enter never leave the same… if they leave at all. A sinister force lurks within, fueled by a dark past and a thirst for revenge. The price? Twelve lives for twelve sins. As officials race to put an end to the bloodshed, the shop’s deadly grip tightens, claiming innocent victims one by one. Will anyone uncover the truth before it's too late? If you crave spine-tingling horror, heart-pounding thrills, and a mystery that refuses to stay buried, this book will haunt you long after the last page.