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Earth-717: Zola Munroe

There are countless worlds in the vast architecture of existence. Galaxies beyond galaxies. Realities layered atop realities. So many Earths that even I, The Watcher, long ago abandoned names in favor of numbers, if only to keep order in the endless sprawl of possibility. Some Earths rise as empires beneath iron crowns. Some fall to plagues that leave only superheroes shambling as the dead. Some divide themselves into strange absolutes—worlds of only men, worlds of only women, worlds where humanity kneels in chains beneath the rule of beasts. Every universe is different. And yet, among the infinite, there exists a rarer kind of world: a reality that is almost identical to another. I watch those worlds most closely. There is Earth-616—the sacred spine of heroic history, where legends rise as they always have. And then there is Earth-717. A world that is ninety-nine percent the same. The same nations. The same wars. The same heroes. The same tragedies. The same cosmic paths. Only one life diverges. One soul. One storm. One destiny. On this Earth, the child born beneath the priestess bloodline of Kenya, the orphan of Cairo, the weather god of the Serengeti, and the future leader of the X-Men walks the same road as his counterpart in another reality. The same pain. The same choices. The same greatness. But where one world gave rise to Ororo Munroe… This Earth gave the sky a son. His name is Zola Munroe. And it is fascinating how a universe can remain almost unchanged… while a single altered life makes destiny feel entirely new.
boyslove4ever · 2.8k Views

From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir’s Grand Scheme(BL)

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.
Akina_nass67 · 1.6m Views

(BL)Transmigrated: From Third Rate Villain to Queen of Brothels!

Lollipop was many things: gorgeous, ruthless, and arguably the most expensive night escort in the city. But being stabbed in the back—literally—by a delusional ex-client was not how he planned to end his reign. One moment he was sprawled in blood and rain, and the next… he wakes up in a gilded four-poster bed, dressed like a Victorian porcelain doll. Now in the body of Rosalee Florenzia, a delicate "girl" from a disgraced noble house, Lollipop discovers he's transmigrated into the world of a romance otome game he's played (and mocked) dozens of times. The twist? He’s not the heroine. Not even the villainess. He’s a third-rate lackey—a minor background character meant to prance prettily and maybe get publicly humiliated once or twice before dying altogether along with his cold hearted "family". Except this time, the character is him. In a society where gender is more fluid than wine at a noble banquet, Lollipop learns that he's now a Second—a rare gender capable of pregnancy and seduction regardless of how they present. Raised as a girl by scheming parents and trained to seduce the Crown Prince, Rosalee is stuck in a game of power and manipulation where even the villainess has villainesses. Worse? The villainess knows everything about Rosalee—including that Rosalee’s own family plans to use him to outshine her—and she’s using that as leverage to bend him to her will. Thrown out by his “new” family, Rosalee does the only thing he knows how to do: survive. By charm. By scandal. By crawling his way back into high society... and maybe into a few rich men's beds. But nothing is easy when the love interests—the golden Crown Prince, the aloof Duke's son, the ethereal High Priest, and even the dangerous leader of the Dark Guild—start looking his way. Lollipop isn't trying to win their hearts—hell, he’s not even supposed to be on the board! But his luscious curves, foul mouth, and unmatched seduction skills start shaking the very structure of this once-rigid fairytale. With a mirror in one hand and a dagger in the other, Rosalee must navigate blackmail, backstabbing, and ballroom politics—because this isn’t just a game anymore. This time, he’s playing to win.
JackOH · 5.8k Views

Royal Secret: I'm a Princess!

After living as a famous Korean vlogger-slash-mukbanger, Neoma died a (shameful) death and regressed to her tragic first life--- the life where she has to live as a hidden princess with a tyrannical father and a yandere twin brother. She died at the hands of her psycho brother in her first life. But luckily, she charmed her "big brother" this time. Her father remains a sc*mbag, though. But a blessing in disguise happened when her twin brother got "sick." Because of that, she has to pretend as the "Crown Prince," forcing her father to treat her well. She thought she was finally on the road to becoming a lady of leisure. But, despite her laziness, she still ends up completing royal duties that put her closer to the throne than her sick twin brother. The next thing she knew, they already prophesied her to be the first empress of their very patriarchal empire. Now Neoma finds herself in the middle of the succession war she never wanted to be involved in! *** [EXCERPT 1] “Neoma de Moonasterio, the first princess of Moonasterion Empire. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero’s proxy.” [The hell is this psycho saying?] Neoma, despite her confusion, still smiled at her father--- the emperor. “Father, what do you mean by that?” “From now on, assassins sent by my enemies would target Nero,” the emperor explained. “Until he’s strong enough to protect himself, you’ll pose as your twin brother.” Her smile froze, but she still acted innocent. “But Father. If I take my brother’s position, then wouldn’t the assassins mistake me for him and…” She stopped talking when she realized that was exactly what the emperor wanted her to do. [This sc*mbag wants me to be bait?!] “You’re no longer a princess, Neoma de Moonasterio. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero de Moonasterio,” Emperor Nikolai said coldly while looking down at her with glowing red eyes. “Try to survive until your twin brother comes back to take his rightful place, understood?” Neoma was too shocked to react. [Are you f*cking kidding me, you sc*mbag?!] *** [ORIGINAL BOOK COVER. Artwork by sola_cola.] *** [EXCERPT 2] “I’m so sick of your tyrannical a*s,” Neoma yelled at her father aka the emperor. “I won’t forgive you for hurting Lewis and Tteokbokki!” “What will you do about it then?” Nikolai asked with a smirk. “Kill me?” “Yes! I’ll f*cking kill you, sc*mbag!” “Language,” he warned her, upset that his five-year-old daughter curses like a sailor. “Using vulgar words is unbecoming of the future Crown Prince.” “I’m a princess!” Upon yelling those words, the royal princess’s eye color changed from ash-gray to red. [This is getting serious.] “Stop it, Nero,” Nikolai told her sternly. “If you keep that up, the royal knights will come and–” “I’m not Nero!” Neoma screeched angrily. Then she jumped in the air with her left fist, ready to punch him. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!” [What…?] And Princess Neoma, pretending as the Crown Prince for her sick twin brother, punched Emperor Nikolai, her father, in the face.
sola_cola · 5.7m Views