ButterNovel - Butter Novel - Free Novels Online

Avery Ball wakes to a cold system voice and, minutes later, a breakup text. Bargain accepted: spend, complete tasks, gain power. She spends to trigger rewards, humiliates a socialite circle, and recruits scrappy allies. Every purchase is a weapon; every friend becomes leverage. They meant to make her a pawn. She becomes the house that buys them all.

They told her she was dead on the battlefield. She opened her eyes strapped to a plank, about to be boiled. Janessa Carlson—soldier, medic—woke in another woman’s body in a drought-ravaged county with two starving babies and a simple father. She also woke with a ridiculous gift: a pocket market that refilled itself. One bargain: save her makeshift family now, build power later. She will barter medicine for favors, steal a noble’s gratitude, and use a hidden store to turn famine into leverage. They wanted a pawn. They didn’t know she used to disarm bombs for a living.

They dragged her into snow and crowned her a criminal. She cut a throat with an imperial blade—and woke up in a stranger's body with a glowing system panel in her mind. Debt, a viral scandal, and a five-million-dollar ransom chain her to an industry that eats reputations. She was an empress; now she's a trainee. They tried to buy her silence. They chose the wrong woman.

I mocked a trashy romance novel. Then a system dragged me into it — as the villainess who dies by chapter ten. Two rules: follow the script to survive, or lose life-hours. I refuse to play the pawn. So I traded obeying the plot for exploiting the system’s glitch: cozy up to the real villain and steal immortality. They wanted a disposable villain. They picked the wrong actress.

Colette Henry woke up in a life she never wanted: the village fool, the lazy daughter, a cameo destined to die. A stubborn "no" to the world's script triggers a merciless choice system that keeps offering temptations—each decision rewriting who survives and who wins. She will fake weakness, collect rewards, and hack the plot. They planned her death; she plans a tidy ledger of paybacks. No mercy. Plenty of snacks. Dangerous consequences.

They burned her reputation, tied her to a monster, and wrote her a tragic ending. I woke in her body with a "Remorse System" and a score to fill. I learned his crimes, built a new name online, and weaponized fame, proof, and a jewelry contest. They wanted a pawn. They made a mistake.

They pronounced her dead after a rescue. Then a cold voice in her head offered a bargain: finish every mission, earn back life. Evelynn Hall wakes into a stranger's body with combat, hacking, and a ticking system. She joins the academy, volunteers as bait, and is pushed undercover into a crime syndicate. One life to win. One brutal school of hard choices. The system won't explain—only punish failure.

She woke up fifteen, starving, and inherited a ruined cottage in Peachblossom Village. A faulty system named OZ-0820 hands her a scrap of farmland, a handful of seeds — and impossible upgrade rules. She sells wild herbs, builds a house, and heals her grandmother while racing a one-week system task to buy a shop. They wanted a peasant. They got a merchant with a secret toolbox.

She told people we were convenient. I believed it—until she cornered me in my new apartment and said, “Then let me chase you.” Cheryl Almeida is a ruthless Alpha with a fortune, a flagship game on her hands, and a single problem she refuses to solve with money: an artist who refuses commissions. Frankie Xiao is a gentle Omega who refuses to be bought—and who melts the moment Cheryl’s amber eyes find her. Cheryl decides to fix both problems at once: friendship first, favor later. The favors begin with a lamb plush, a framed sketch, and an invitation to a housewarming. They look like the sweetest beginnings. But favors have friction. A mistaken touch turns into hospital visits; a framed sketch replaces a family photo; a contract promises five-times pay—and a secret line in a message promises something darker. How far will Cheryl go to keep what she wants? And when the small fires she lights become uncontrollable, who will be left holding the match? Content warnings: ABO dynamics, manipulative pursuit, involuntary marking (plot element), emotional and sexual coercion implied later. Read with caution.

She died on a battlefield and woke up in a cave—alive, in a stranger’s body, and being carried in the arms of a woman claiming to be her wife. Five days later she learns she’s a prodigy in a world of cultivation: dangerous realms, ancient stele that hide living worlds, a white spirit-deer that adores her, and a mysterious life-force inside her that refuses to be controlled. Her “wife” is cold, unreadable, and unbearably devoted. This is a second chance story: riotous power climbs, public humiliations turned into crushing payback, and a slow-burning love that is both armor and home. She will reclaim memory, unmask the rot beneath an ancient stele, and choose the life she wants—with the woman who never stopped guarding her. Will she remember where she came from, or will the new world—and the woman who loves her—be worth staying for?

She died watching the woman she loved slip into another’s arms—then woke up three years earlier with a second chance. Zuo Qingluan remembers every betrayal, every foolish choice. She remembers the kiss that cut like a knife. Reborn, she decides: this time she will not be a bystander. She will protect Chaoge, steal her heart, and undo the mistakes that cost her everything. What follows is a fast, ruthless campaign of charm, sabotage, and sacrifice: demolishing a sleeping bed to force closeness, storming a legendary tower for a single cure, bargaining with monsters, stealing back a phoenix-blooded treasure, and surviving both a sect’s disgrace and a stormy heavenly trial. Chaoge resists, confused by her own new feelings. Allies appear in unexpected forms—an injured rival, a clever apprentice, a guardian serpent—and enemies circle like vultures. Every move is a gamble: win Chaoge’s heart, and Qingluan might finally find peace. Fail, and history repeats itself. Blunt, addictive, and full of payoffs—this is a second-chance romance about obsession, redemption, and the brutal tenderness of loving someone who doesn’t yet know she’s loved.

She was sentenced to servitude—marked, shorn of rights, and handed off like inventory. The law of Harbor City said her crimes meant permanent chains. The law didn’t say she’d be delivered to a woman who lived in legends. Elliana Kimura—demon lord, rumor made flesh, and paradoxically domestic—places a collar around Luisa Stewart’s neck and smirks: “You are my dog.” What follows is not the expected torture manual or a neat redemption arc. It is two stubborn, damaged beings learning to fit together: one a monster bound by ancient codes and memory, the other a small, resilient prisoner whose mornings unmake her and whose nights remember everything. As they travel between Mariner Heights and glittering courts—battling seductive cults, thieves of names, and the bureaucracy of gods—their contract becomes more than paper. It becomes leverage, hush, a weapon and a promise. Luisa discovers she can be useful in ways no jail cell taught her; Elliana discovers patience and fury look different on someone who has never had the right to be angry. Secrets surface: stolen sigils, a cult reviving forbidden rites, and a past that will not stay buried. Can a condemned woman and a thousand-year-old demon rewrite the rules that bound them both? Or will the city’s laws—written in blood and fear—turn their tentative tenderness into another execution order?

I fell for Nobara Kugisaki the moment she pushed a rose across my counter. The terrible part? I'm not human—I’m a cursed thing stitched into someone else's corpse, and powerful sorcerers either pity me or want me dead. I open a tiny flower shop in Harbor City and pretend I belong. I learn to bake, fold paper stars, and memorize the cadence of her laugh. I let her warm my wired hands; I let her call me a name that isn't mine. But the world that made me cruel won’t leave me alone: a smiling experimenter plays games with my body, a white-haired sorcerer gives polite warnings that sound like verdicts, and the blood in my mouth remembers how to taste human flesh. Every small kindness is a theft from a life I never lived, and every day I pretend I could become human is a lie someone else will punish. This is a short, sharp story of impossible longing. Can a thing made to wound learn how to be loved? Or will love only set the stage for a crueller ending?

They turned her into a ghost: stripped of voice, credits, dignity—uploaded and sold to strangers. The whole city pretended it was nothing; classmates whistled, men laughed, officials closed ranks. Then a notorious troublemaker with half a shaved head and a broken past pushed through a classroom circle and broke a bully’s face. She dragged a bruised, mute girl out of an office where a teacher had just been interrupted mid-assault. That rescue wasn't charity—it was a fuse. Years later, the quiet girl stands in a courtroom not as a victim but as an attorney. She learned how to read the laws they used to protect predators. She learned how to gather proof men thought could vanish online. She learned how to pull the curtain off the powerful and make an entire apparatus show its rotten wiring. This is a story about what happens when silence turns strategic: about friends who refuse to let victims be invisible, about the slow, messy business of forcing a corrupt system to account, and about two women who survive what the world throws at them long enough to make the world pay attention. Who pays, and who gets to keep breathing afterward?

He woke a mountain Taoist — and opened his eyes inside a damaged Omega body on a war-torn starship. Left to starve and mocked, he had only one lifeline: a cold, masked Alpha who cleaved a crawling horror in two and walked away. A ruthless human Emperor needs one thing more than love: an heir who can inherit not just a throne but a psychic burden. He offers protection, wealth, and a deal—marry me and bear my child. He promises duty, power, and no love. The Taoist-turned-Omega only wants to survive and to find a way back home — but his second chance comes with a startling advantage: the quiet skills of a mountain practitioner can tame an Emperor’s fractured mind. This is a star-spanning, heart-melting ride: a fragile, disarmed Omega who won’t stay a victim; a dying-but-dominant Emperor who says he’ll never love — then can’t help falling; forbidden kisses in royal baths, public shaming of a cheating ex, a hidden soul inside the borrowed body, and a ticking countdown to war and sacrifice. Can a stolen life become a life worth keeping — and will the Emperor give everything to secure the future they both must forge?

She has lived five hundred years to forget love—then a dying girl with seven black dots on her petals walks into her life and refuses to leave. Wu Xingyun, the cold, reclusive leader of Frostpeak’s mountain sanctuary, has sworn off the world. Cheng Lingsu is a brilliant, broken poisoner who keeps herself alive with tricks even death didn’t finish. When Lingsu rescues the exhausted, world-weary Xingyun, what begins as a debtor’s kindness becomes an impossible, dangerous attachment. Their story is always fireworks and fallout: townsmen who mistake tenderness for conspiracy, hulking suitors who believe force buys a life, court favorites who want the witch’s secret, and the old toxins in Lingsu’s blood that wake when least expected. Xingyun will tear the sky with a white-locked storm to keep Lingsu breathing—if the price of saving the woman she loves isn’t losing the last of herself. Two women. One impossible sickness. A mountain of enemies. Can an immortal’s stubborn heart outrun the poison inside the one who saved her?

Everlee Payne was the real daughter who never fit the picture. At sixteen she was stolen from a park, sold to a mountain cult and, when returned, punished again—humiliated, blamed, sent back to die. Three years later her body is found. While her family toasts a façade of happiness, her ghost slips back into the house and watches the people who betrayed her smile on screen. But the dead remember. Everlee wakes with a single, burning clarity: she will not let them sleep. She will pull at every lie, expose every bruise, and make the people who groomed her pain learn what it is to lose everything. This is a story of slow, insistent revenge: the cold reveal of hidden photos, the detective who refuses to let it go, the broken lover who traded promises for comfort, the fake sister who eats the inheritance of a ghost. Truths leak to feeds, confessions come in half-sobbed nightmares, and public humiliation becomes a weapon. As Everlee crafts ruin from reflection, she must choose: let go and cross the sea, or stay and watch them rot? Who do you punish when everyone you loved helped bury you? And what would you do if you could make them remember every sin?

Elora Ball thought the heavy gold bangle her mother‑in‑law pressed on her wrist was a cheap heirloom—and an Instagram post proving its metal would embarrass the family. Instead she posts a photo of something that shouldn't exist: yellow water that only she can see. A stranger claiming occult expertise warns her: the bracelet is a corpse‑shackle, and it has already chosen her. What starts as a domestic humiliation becomes a ten‑day countdown. Her sister‑in‑law grows paler by the hour; the woman who raised her smiles with a secret; the helpful "master" who offers rescue may want her body more than her gratitude. Can Elora survive the ritual that will rent her soul away? Or will she learn to use the dark rules against those who plotted her slaughter—and become far more dangerous than her enemies ever expected? Who is saving whom? Who is stealing whose life? Which of them is the real monster?

Jace Merrow was born with a monster sleeping inside him. His mother just did everything she could to wake it up. To the neighbors, Evelyn Merrow was elegance—an award-winning researcher, the kind of suburban mother people praised on Facebook. But behind closed doors, she treated Jace like a project she needed to perfect. Every mistake earned a punishment. Every achievement earned a sharper demand. When Jace finally snaps, the house goes silent. The only thing standing between him and a murder charge is the trembling man hiding behind the bedroom door—his father, Nolan Merrow, who lets Jace handle the police with a bloody knife still on the counter. The officer believes his story. Jace becomes the boy who cried “kitchen accident,” and Evelyn becomes a memory. But death doesn’t end anything. Because Jace has a secret: He’s been talking to someone online for months. Someone who calls himself Crimson. A legend on the dark web. A sculptor of bodies. A philosopher of violence. And Crimson has one message for him: “I’ve been watching you, little lion.” At first, Jace thinks Crimson is taunting him. Until the letters start arriving. One envelope says: “HELLO, KILLERS.” The other is written in his mother’s handwriting. Inside, Evelyn confesses the truth: There’s a man she spent years running from—a man she called the Lion King. A man even Crimson fears. A man who sees Jace not as a son, but as a successor. Now Jace is caught in a nightmare triangle of three predators: the manipulative father who survived the murder with him, the faceless mentor who teaches him how to kill, and the Lion King, who wants his “little lion” back. Every secret Jace uncovers drags him deeper into a family legacy soaked in blood. And every step forward forces him to ask the question he never dared: Was he born a monster… or made into one? To survive, Jace must choose which monster to become— the one they raised, or the one he truly is.

Eli Rossum has never had anyone to call family—until Serena Tidewell smiles at him across a crowded bar and doesn’t look away. She’s gorgeous, gentle, and for some unfathomable reason, wants a future with him. So when she teases that he’s never even visited her “tiny hometown island” and wonders aloud if he’s serious about marrying her, Eli does the only thing a terrified, lovestruck orphan can do—he begs for two weeks off and promises to show up. The ferry is a rusted fishing boat. The dock is half abandoned. The village looks too clean, too empty, like someone scrubbed the life out of it. But Serena’s parents are unnervingly perfect hosts, the dinner is warm, the liquor flows, and Eli passes out in her childhood bed thinking maybe, just maybe, he beat the odds. Until he wakes up in the night, steps outside to pee, and hears a familiar voice in the dark. His old orphanage friend, Caleb Knox, is on the island too—with a local girlfriend. Two college guys they met on the ferry have gone “looking for mermaids” with another island girl. By morning, one of the students is missing, there’s blood on the mountain path, and someone has killed the cell signal for miles. Then Eli finds the forum posts. Same username as Serena’s. Same avatar. Same directions. And one specific requirement: “No family. No one to file a missing person report.” On a lawless island where every smile is a lie and every body part has a price tag, Eli has one rule left: If nobody’s coming to save you, you burn their whole kingdom down and save yourself.

In her past life, Celine Davis was the true heiress, yet she lived like a beggar in her own home. Her parents despised her, her brother loathed her, and her fiancé cheated on her with her adopted sister, Marta. To make way for Marta’s happiness, they exiled Celine back to the hellish village where she had once been trafficked. There, she was enslaved, tortured, and brutally murdered in a filthy shed while her family celebrated Marta’s triumph. But death was not the end. Celine opens her eyes to find herself back in the Davis mansion, three years earlier—moments before they force her to sign away her marriage and banish her. Armed with the agonizing memories of her death and a heart turned to ice, Celine is done begging for love. Now, she only wants one thing: to watch them burn. "You wanted me to disappear? Careful what you wish for."

Four months before the world ends, Kassidy Hudson spends every penny on two antique nanmu coffins people call madness. She remembers why: in her last life those coffins saved her and her grandma—until her lying boyfriend and false friend stole that secret, handed her to predators, and watched her world burn. Reborn with cold clarity, Kassidy will not make the same mistakes. When the uncanny arrives—blood-thirsty "hunters" who fear the dead’s scent—Kassidy's coffins become more than shelter: they’re currency, leverage, and a business model. She opens a funeral boutique that monsters actually shop at, trades in lost “spirit note” currency, and turns undead into employees. With coffins that exude protective death-energy and coins that buy loyalty, she builds an empire in the ruins. But this new world runs on the economy of fear. Old lovers beg, old friends betray, rival humans want her coffins for war, and a secret ledger hints the apocalypse itself was engineered for profit. Kassidy must choose: become the quiet survivor who hides, or the ruthless architect of a new order—one who makes the guilty pay and the living kneel. How far will she go to make the world hers?

When the Sheriff kicked down my front door, I was busy stirring the stew. The aroma of slow-cooked meat and herbs filled the small, rot-infested kitchen. "It smells delicious, Mama," my daughter, Lily, whispered, tugging at my apron. "Can we have this again tomorrow?" I stroked her hair, my hands trembling slightly, not from fear, but from adrenaline. I looked at the armed officers swarming into my living room. "That might be difficult, baby." For ten years, I was a ghost in the isolated settlement of Blackwood Hollow. I was the obedient wife, the punching bag, the breeder who only produced girls. They thought I was broken. They thought I was stupid. But then they kidnapped Veronica. They didn't know that Veronica was a medical student. They didn't know she would teach me how to take a body apart. And they certainly didn't know that the rich, savory broth feeding the men of the village... was one of their own. Revenge is a dish best served boiling hot.

The annual Centennial Games at Blackwood University were supposed to be about glory, scholarships, and campus spirit. But when Ivy Clarke steps onto the track for the relay race, the rules have changed. "Safety First, Friendship Second." "Volunteers wear yellow caps. Accept everything they offer." "Do not pass the baton to the fifth person." "Last place receives a penalty." Ivy thinks it's a prank until she watches the star athlete cross the finish line, hand the baton to a mysterious girl in a ponytail, and literally lose his head. Now, the stadium is locked down. The faculty are acting like mindless drones. And the penalty for coming last in any event—swimming, ping pong, jump rope—is immediate execution. Trapped in a blood-soaked nightmare, Ivy must compete to survive. But the games are rigged. Her best friend Angela is acting suspicious, her crush Fox is hiding secrets beneath his volunteer cap, and a ghost from the past seems to be haunting the events. In a game where the rules are deadly and the referees are monsters, Ivy has to figure out the pattern before the final whistle blows. Because at Blackwood, you don't just lose the game. You lose your life.