parallelworld

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

A college student takes care of her dying great aunt only to fall into another world, pulled in by alien hands, chased and nearly killed by horrible, beautiful beings. Wandering around as a displaced soul.

After failing her high school entrance exam, Tan You was punished by her mother to face the wall and reflect on her mistakes, and accidentally bound herself to a fledgling beauty system. Tan You originally thought the system was an omnipotent, heaven-sent savior, only to later discover it was just a useless little thing that could only shout "Good job!" Apart from being able to increase her beauty value, it was utterly useless. Yet, after binding to this system, Tan You had no choice but to run around everywhere for it, and thus began Tan You's magnificent and eventful life...

#In every world, the corrupted male lead wants to lock me in a little black room# Shen Lang, true to her name, wreaked havoc upon the world, relying on her soul-snatching and captivatingly beautiful appearance. One day, she was locked onto by a System, the reason surprisingly being that she had broken the laws? Shen Lang issued a three-part denial: “I'm not, I didn't, you're spouting nonsense.” The System counted on its fingers: “According to a rough estimate, the Host, in her previous life, created a time-space machine, a zombie virus, a supernatural ability potion… You have severely violated the universal laws, so the System must punish you.” And so, Shen Lang was “forced” to get down to business, wholeheartedly being a scumbag to the male leads, striving to achieve the “cannon fodder” accomplishment. However, what's going on with the devastatingly handsome and immensely powerful male lead, the big BOSS, becoming paranoid and corrupted and wanting to lock her in a little black room?

"For a second chance." "Mei..." "No..." "I will be..." "Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria." "This time..." "I will not fail." - After recreating existence for the chance to meet the one who had always chosen her, Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria strives to live her new life to the fullest. Yet after separating herself from the Plenitude Without Reason, she finds herself detached from the very humanity she wishes to reclaim. Together with Kyle, the man she has chosen at every waking moment. She sets out to become human once more. To live, rather than simply exist. To choose, rather than merely affirm. As they journey forward, the two guide one another toward the very thing they have both long sought. For Anathasia, it is the humanity she abandoned in exchange for preserving existence itself. For Kyle, it is an understanding of his place within the force that once erased everything they had. Two paths converge. One is the reason existence continues to exist. The other is the nature that once dissolved all distinctions. Together, they seek an equilibrium. Not to recreate existence, but to reclaim what should have been from the very beginning.

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.

What if the life you are living is only one among thousands your mind could have chosen? Sometimes, in the quiet hours of sleep, the mind wanders to places that feel strangely familiar. Places that should not exist. Faces that should not be remembered. Choices that were never made. Night after night, something begins to shift. Fragments appear—memories that do not belong, emotions that have no origin, and lives that feel disturbingly real. At first, they seem like dreams. But dreams do not leave scars on the soul. The deeper the mind drifts, the thinner the boundary between imagination and existence becomes. Identities blur. Realities overlap. And the question that once seemed impossible slowly grows unavoidable. If a mind can experience countless lives… then which one is truly real? And if one day the mind forgets the way back— would anyone ever know which life was the original one? “I have memories of cities I’ve never visited, people I’ve never met, and lives I never chose. The terrifying part is… they feel more real than my own.” So tell me… which one of them is actually mine?” what is the reality!!! Am I even living ! Which one is actually my story and which one is the illusion!??

"If science can explain everything, why does Xu Chen feel impossible?" Aum was raised in a civilization where emotion is chemical error and love is nothing more than biological weakness. As one of the most brilliant scientists in his galaxy, he has spent his entire life trusting logic over instinct. Then a cosmic accident strands him on Earth. His only lead is Xu Chen — a cold, unreadable man whose existence defies everything Aum understands about the universe. Xu Chen should have been temporary. A variable. A problem to solve. Instead, he becomes an obsession Aum cannot calculate. As the distance between them disappears, Aum finds himself torn between two impossible choices: return home to the stars… or remain beside the only person who has ever made him feel human. A slow-burn sci-fi BL romance about cosmic fate, emotional awakening, and a love powerful enough to rewrite reality itself.

The kingdom of Eruasert was annihilated in an instant by a light that fell from the sky. Nakid, a young farmer, lost everything — including his adoptive mother, Leslie. He awakens in the Death Realm, reborn as a skeleton, and discovers a brutal world ruled by strength alone. At its peak reigns a cruel sovereign who promises a single way out: climb to the top and claim the vials capable of restoring the dead to life. But hope is short-lived. After his adoptive mother is executed once again in this new world, Nakid is left with nothing to lose. Rescued by a mysterious archer, he is dragged into a chaotic realm where survival is merely a means to an end — to bring his mother back from the dead, no matter the cost.

Somewhere in the depths of space… An object pulsed faintly, radiating light—yet at the same time, it seemed to absorb it. Its size was impossible to measure, as if its very existence defied the laws of reality. Anything that approached—asteroids, stars, even light itself—was consumed without a trace, disappearing into the void. If one were to observe closely, they would see the fabric of space twisting and distorting around it, yet somehow appearing stable—as if reality itself were an illusion.  Its rough, circular shape resembled what humans might call a black hole—though whether that truly defined its nature was a question beyond understanding. Its location? Fortunately for humankind, it was nowhere near the Milky Way galaxy. Suddenly, a streak of white and gold light erupted from the black hole's center, cutting through the darkness with blinding speed. It shot into the depths of space, with no sign of slowing or changing course. Its destination? Unknown.

21Somewhere in the depths of space… An object pulsed faintly, radiating light—yet at the same time, it seemed to absorb it. Its size was impossible to measure, as if its very existence defied the laws of reality. Anything that approached—asteroids, stars, even light itself—was consumed without a trace, disappearing into the void. If one were to observe closely, they would see the fabric of space twisting and distorting around it, yet somehow appearing stable—as if reality itself were an illusion.  Its rough, circular shape resembled what humans might call a black hole—though whether that truly defined its nature was a question beyond understanding. Its location? Fortunately for humankind, it was nowhere near the Milky Way galaxy. Suddenly, a streak of white and gold light erupted from the black hole's center, cutting through the darkness with blinding speed. It shot into the depths of space, with no sign of slowing or changing course. Its destination? Unknown. --- In a dimly lit room, the glow from a computer screen served as the only source of light, casting faint shadows on the surroundings. A bed was placed against the wall, shelves cluttered with various items, and a table where the computer hummed beneath its bright screen. Seated before the screen was a man. His messy hair stuck out at odd angles beneath a pair of headphones. His bloodshot eyes, shadowed by dark circles, were glued to the screen, while a twisted smile stretched across his face, his teeth glinting in the dim light. His right hand moved the mouse in quick, erratic motions, while his left hand repeatedly hammered a single key on the keyboard. Despite the headphones, the sound of moans filled the room. On the screen, a beautiful naked woman with strikingly clear features writhed in pleasure, her trembling voice aligning perfectly with the movements of a translucent male figure above her, whose movements perfectly matched the motions of the man's hands over the keyboard and mouse as he sat before the screen. [Congratulations, Player! You have conquered the final target.] For ten minutes moans continued along with the fierce clicking of buttons before a prompt appeared on the screen, marking the accomplishment of his hard work. As if he had finally achieved the thing he was after, his crazed smile faded as his hands came to rest.  He stared at the prompt for a full minute, as if imprinting the screen into his mind before the moment could slip away. Only after feeling satisfied did his right hand move, following the soft click of the mouse, a new prompt appeared. [You have successfully conquered the 30 targets and have reached the end of the story. Thank You for your hard work.] After a quick review, another soft click resounded throughout the room. A new prompt appeared. [Congratulations! Player, you have completed the Story Mode and have unlocked Special Mode. Would you like to Continue?  Reminder:  Selecting "No" will save the game and Player can continue from here later. Selecting "Cancel" will result in losing the Special Mode.] [Yes] [No] [Cancel] His twisted smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. His bloodshot eyes, heavy with exhaustion, remained fixed on the screen. After a while, his eyes shifted to the digital clock at the left corner of the table. { 2 : 50 } It was just ten minutes from 3 in the morning.  His eyes turned to the screen, then once again glanced back at the clock before shifting back. For a brief moment, he paused before he clicked [Yes] [This is a Focus-based Mode. Special Mode does not feature "Save" Mode. There are three checkpoints where the progression will be saved automatically. Exiting in the middle will result in loss of the progress and the access to Special Mode. Would you like to Continue?] [Yes] [No] He hesitated, knowing his condition. His eyes were already burning, and he didn't want to lose progress if he blacked out. After a moment's consideration, he clicked [No]. After a few i

A peaceful and tranquil ninja world... Should we send Naruto, the Seventh Hokage, back to the moment just before Minato and Kushina’s deaths, when he unmasks Obito’s true identity? Or maybe we send Naruto, the hero of the Fourth Great Ninja War, to the world of Boruto, reigniting the flames of Konoha in a way that can never be extinguished? Perhaps we send the darkened Menma back to the time when Naruto was bullied, so Konoha can finally feel that pain? Or, maybe we send the weak, pitiful, and isolated Naruto back to the era of the Fourth Hokage to witness the heated debates of the Elder Council? In any case— At this moment, six hundred billion parallel ninja worlds can no longer remain calm and peaceful. Fan translation of 平行忍界：今天又是哪个鸣人穿越了？ by 六道九喇嘛, If possible, please support the original author.

One man dominates the world, one art crushes the world The only one who stands before everyone and everything but has no life nor feeling, more dead than alive stare at the world he couldn't love or hate it All he wants is to die so he can't feel that way anymore but if he isn't dead there's still hope Another one who can't raise his head, is ashamed of his acts, too weak to show up, and is cursed but he won't give up and still fight till reach the stars in the sky Give up despair, and uphold hope When Shion Lan awakened in the day he left the family but discovered the ominous being inside himself. What to do? Giving up or fight back? Being friends or enemies? The ties between them, will it be strnger or cut?

In a world where reality has been fractured, three dimensions coexist without ever truly touching… until now. A thousand years ago, a meteorite infused with an unknown energy crashed onto Earth, splitting existence into separate worlds connected by unstable forces. Since then, that energy has become the source of power, mutation… and silent conflict. In the dimension of Mel, humans who wield the Cosmic Flux rule a society built on strength. In the shadows, a secret organization known as the Octagon moves to seize control of that power at any cost. Meanwhile, in the human world, hidden experiments are creating soldiers capable of surviving cosmic mutation. And beyond it all… something far older is watching. Dack was never meant to be part of this. After his father disappears and his mother is taken, he discovers that he carries a different kind of energy—an anomaly that doesn’t follow the rules of any world. Years later, he enters an academy in Mel, learning to control the Cosmic Flux with one goal in mind: to become strong enough to find his mother. But during a mission on the Meteorite Island, everything changes. Facing a creature born from chaos, Dack unleashes a power he cannot control… and tears open a breach between dimensions. A mistake. A signal A point of no return. As creatures awaken, conflicts escalate, and the boundaries between worlds begin to collapse, one truth becomes clear: This energy was never meant to remain on Earth. And those who created it… are coming back to reclaim it.

Lucas Kane thought his biggest problem was accidentally eating a peanut sandwich. Turns out, death was just his tutorial. Waking up in a strange field with a massive castle on the horizon, Lucas is stunned to see a floating game UI above his head: [Level: 1 – Class: F – Skills: Pinky Torch – Health: 100] His only power? A pathetic spark form his little finger, barely strong enough to light a match. Then a shady man offers him an upgrade—for the gear he didn’t even know he had. Lucas says yes. Big mistake. The merchant fuses a glowing artifact into his chest, the game crashes, and his level shoots into the billions. [LEVEL UP: 999999999… ERROR: CODE 404 – UNDEFINED CLASS] Now every faction either wants to recruit him or erase him. Glitched, overpowered, and hunted from all sides, Lucas has one shot to survive: Break the game before it breaks him.

In a city where the Kaïssa System monitors every thought and suppresses every emotion, to love, to doubt, or simply to feel becomes an act of rebellion. Sophie has only one priority: to protect her fragile mother from a world that quietly eliminates those who fail to conform. But when cracks begin to fracture reality itself, she realizes that the world she has always known is only a fragment of something far greater. Beyond the controlled city unfolds a deeper truth: three intertwined worlds, spirits who keep watch, and a living nature where everything breathes, listens, and remembers. Nothing is inert. Nothing is empty. Everything is alive. And something else is watching. A presence that comments, questions… and perhaps guides. For Sophie, Aria, and Neris, the choice becomes inevitable: obey and survive, or cross the boundaries of the known world and confront the unknown. Because once you understand that the world has a soul, it becomes impossible to look away. And when you choose to see, you must also accept to act. For reconciliation may demand more than rebellion.

"His nose is like a frickin' London Bridge." Jay Storrie snickered as his eyes raked on Cole Williams, sleeping naked beside him. He clutched the blanket around him, pulling it higher on the man dead to the world. An artist desperate to survive, Jay was eager to do everything just to prove that passion is worth it, even if it means pursuing a job that would tarnish his reputation to the world: an escort. With his hatred to the corporate world and its people, what will he do if a mysterious man whom everyone bowed to suddenly says, "You're mine now." [HEATED RIVALRY, HOLLANOV Alternative Universe]

The fateful encounter with a truck sent video game developer Wu Xiaoming into a parallel world. He was now the son of a past action star, a child star who failed to accomplish much in his adult career, and a wanderer in the ethereal realm hidden behind the glamorous physical world. And ghost hunting had not only become his career, but also his way to live. Lucky for him, he brought the game he was developing with him - only that right now, HE was the one with the character panel, inventory systems and skills. It’s Haoliwood, the Hollywood in this world, and it’s full of ghosts, baby!

When reality begins to fracture, ordinary teen Aarav becomes a “Witness,” able to traverse collapsing universes and remember erased timelines. As cosmic forces rewrite existence, he must uncover the truth behind the multiverse, confront alternate versions of himself, and decide whether reality deserves saving or ending.

In Vidyashree Academy, Domains decide everything — future, opportunities, status. Aryan chooses Business & Management, the toughest path in the school. Not because he’s ready. But because he has no choice. His classmates see him as quiet. His teachers see him as promising. Only he knows the truth: He is one mistake away from collapsing. But when failure hits him on Day 1, Aryan does something no student has done before — he writes down the exact words of everyone who refused to help him. Not to complain. To understand. Every word. Every rejection. Every consequence. Because in this school — like in the world — every choice has a price. And Aryan is done paying silently. With the rise of DHARA, a VR-world reshaping global power, Aryan’s small decisions begin to ripple far beyond school walls. A grounded, intense, emotional coming-of-age story about ambition, consequence, and the cost of becoming someone who refuses to break. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, schools, organizations, systems, locations, and events in this story are entirely fictional and created for narrative purposes. They are not based on real people, real institutions, or real incidents. Any resemblance to actual individuals, places, or events is purely coincidental and unintended. The story explores themes of emotion, growth, competition, and personal struggle within a completely fictional setting. Names, titles, and terms used in this novel do not refer to or represent real persons or real entities. Interpretations beyond the written text are the reader’s own and are not implied by the author.