Badgirl Lit-RPG Web Novels & Stories

Level 1. Assassin. Starting gear: one rusty revolver and a really bad attitude. Aria was an insurance adjuster with a gaming habit and a Charisma score she's still offended by. Then she wakes up in a crumbling high-rise in a ruined city, with a health bar floating in her vision and a terminal telling her she's a Level 1 Assassin. Her loadout is a single Colt, a knife, and four boxes of ammo. No respawn button. No manual. No one to tell her whether she can quit. The city is full of zombies, and she's a terrible shot. But she's a quick study. With a secondhand baseball bat, a scruffy little dog named Midnight, and a talent for turning panic into XP, Aria starts to climb. She unlocks Victorian-flavored shops, scrounges for blueprints, and hunts quests for a shotgun she can't afford. She also catches the eye of a cocky guild recruiter, a flirty healer, and a secretive sisterhood of assassins whose mechanical librarian is a little too thorough with its security scan. Everyone in this world seems to want something from her. Then a stranger on a passing bus holds up a message, and Aria loses an hour in the back room of a crafting shop. Now she's wondering whether the game was built for her, and who else is watching her play. She can't log out, so she's going to have to grind. Snarky, gritty, and packed with gear porn, zombie-bashing, and slow-burn romance, this is a steampunk LitRPG for readers who've ever muttered "fuck this game" and then played for six more hours.

Everyone in the company knows one thing about Ethan Jang. Our CEO has no heart. Cold. Emotionless. Brutal enough to fire someone before they finish “Good morning.” So imagine my shock when I walk into his office at 2 a.m. and catch the “Ice King of Seoul” ugly-crying over a K-drama, clutching a tissue and whispering, “Don’t die, Eun-bi… please…” I should’ve backed out slowly. Instead, he saw me. Now Ethan Jang billionaire, perfectionist, professional soul-crusher — is doing everything to shut me up: bribing me with bonuses, threatening to transfer me to Antarctica, and begging me (yes, begging) to keep his midnight K-drama breakdowns a secret. But hiding it becomes impossible when: • He accidentally quotes K-drama love lines during meetings. • He drags me into a fake-dating scandal to protect his image. • He insists on “rehearsing” romantic confession scenes with me… too close, too intensely. • And worst of all, his cold façade starts cracking — and I’m starting to like what I see underneath. He’s all logic and walls. I’m chaos, emotions, and bad decisions. We were never meant to mix… yet somehow we’re falling into the messiest, funniest, and most unexpected romance of our lives. Because the scariest man in the company isn’t heartless after all he’s just been waiting for someone to rewrite his script.

Eve walked into New Year’s Eve certain she was about to get engaged. She dressed for a proposal. What she got instead was a brutal public rejection, leaving her shaken and heartbroken in her red dress. That same night, someone else stepped in. Older, calmer, and far more dangerous. He is the father of the man who just left her behind. What starts as one reckless, grief-fueled encounter quickly spirals into something she cannot pull away from. He draws her further—into his life, his circle, and the family business where his three sons work. One by one, those sons start to see her, grow drawn to her, and become tangled up with her too. Now she is bound to all of them in different ways: the commanding presence of the father, the bitter jealousy of her former partner, the quiet intensity of one brother, and the sharp, teasing edge of the other. Moments unfold at the office, at family gatherings, and behind closed doors. This is a dark reverse harem story built on power, secrets, and an all-consuming obsession that takes without asking. She keeps telling herself it has to end. They keep proving the choice is no longer hers to make. One woman. One powerful family. There will be no easy closure—only growing obsession, rising jealousy, and a single night of heartbreak that hardens into something permanent and unforgiving. This is not a love story. It is a takeover. READ IF YOU DARE