Isn'T Being A Wicked Woman

I always admired the powerful heroes that protect the innocents against the crazy strong monsters that terrorize our world. One day, I will gain a high level ability and become one of those heroes I admire. Is what I expected, but what can I do with my level one ability?! No matter, with hard work and perseverance, I will surpass this crappy level system and become a hero! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Many thanks to a friend who made my cover! See more of her works at @soupersquid on Instagram!

Bai Fan was a Chinese medical university student who woke up as a Japanese high school student named Kitagawa Tera about half a month ago. It was just like a typical starting point in a novel. He re-experienced life as a high school student in his twenties. Youthful, energetic girls, and colorful love comedies…That should have been the original plot… However, heaven was obviously playing a joke on Bai Fan as he had not inherited any memories of the original Kitagawa Tera. Follow the level-headed and cold Kitagawa Teru as he navigated around his new world with the ‘System’ that constantly gave him supernatural quests to clear.

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

Adeline didn't expect she would transmigrate into the trashy novel she read years ago. The plot was so cliched that she couldn't bring herself to finish it. Years later, she found that very book on her bed, the page was open to the villainess' execution and before she knew it she found herself in the very novel she hated. The evil villainess who couldn't stand her two childhood friends become completely enamoured by the female lead, she decided to take care of the matter herself and thus became the public enemy. She now became the villainess of the story! "I do not accept this!" Adeline yelled at the top of her lungs. "I will change the plot." The Crown Prince she rejected won't leave her alone. The cold Northern Duke clung to her and wouldn't let go. The Arch Mage wants to abandon his duties and serve as her personal knight, and the Head Priest is obsessed with her! The Male leads she wished to avoid won't leave her alone! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Obsessive male lead- check. Funny but strong female lead- check. Amazing family- check. Annoying Goddess- also check.

He took one last look at her, bent back close to her ear, and whispered. "Keep the shirt; it looks good on you. "Then pulled away and left without looking back. He was the stranger who had saved her last night after she almost got raped. Revena is a simple, sweet girl who has never given her heart to any man until she meets a handsome, tall stranger who shows interest in her. Late-night calls, dinner dates and more start to happen ...everything seems to be going well until she sees something she shouldn't have. This secret breaks them apart shattering her world and exposing her to a dangerous world. Will Revena accept him or keep running away from him?

Evangeline never meant to make a deal with the devil—especially not this one. After a drunken night at a forbidden magic auction, she finds herself bound by an infernal contract to Lucien, a dangerously charming sorcerer with a wicked smile and an agenda of his own. To break the curse, she must endure a "courting period" with him, playing the role of his betrothed while navigating the dark underbelly of high society. But Lucien enjoys their predicament far too much, and the more Evangeline fights him, the more entangled she becomes in his web of power, secrets, and temptation. As sparks fly and deadly forces close in, Evangeline must decide: escape this bargain before it’s too late—or risk losing her heart to the devil she never meant to love.

A little blood sucking, with a touch of BDSM. Kelly, Ryder, and Pandora recall their parts in the coming apocalypse. Delve into the scene with Kelly and Marcus, as they explore new fetishes. Ryder and Catalym spice it up with sex magic. And finally, Pandora and Kevlar’s explosive love affair burst off the pages. Join this coven of vampires, as they navigate sex, love, and the dangerous world they live in.

Renessa finally returns to her home after eleven years, only to find that things have changed. Her father had remarried a woman who seemed to hate her to death. Her stepsister, who looks like an angel, occupies her room and successfully snatches Renessa's position as the best child in her father's heart. No, she was never the best daughter in her father's heart. Her father never wanted her and hated her. Even the man's hatred for Renessa sometimes made Renessa question her true identity. But behind it all, the reason for Renessa's return was to find out the whereabouts of her mother's grave which only her father knew. Her father seemed to have prepared everything to throw her and the memory of her late mother out of the house. But don’t call her Renessa If she doesn't come home with a secret weapon in her hand. She has full rights to all of her mother's wealth which made her existence like a stubborn stain amid her father's harmonious family.

Andréia Santos Dumont vive um presente falso devido ao seu passado não descoberto, criada em uma família humilde Andréia descobre que a vida tem muito a se explorar ainda, aos seus 22 anos quase 23 entra em um mundo ao contrário ao seu, obrigada a se submeter a testes físicos e psicossociais, ela se vê com traumas e angústias cumprindo com um passado sem ao menos ela saber o por quê! Ela deu o seu voto de silêncio naquele mesmo dia e desde então não se ouviu a falar durante muito tempo. "O silêncio me reinará e eu serei sua eterna rainha"

Reincarnated into a Cultivation world with a system, Alex decides to just fuck around and have fun, that is, until the 'find out' part of fuck around and find out happens, with looming threats and unseen hands, will he survive? The answer is yes. he has a system, what did you think this was? Now he just gets to fuck around in an open-world map. And of course, cultivate so he can kick ass as every up-and-coming protagonist must.

This takes place in a world where a tiny percent of the population awakened to super natural ability, with some seeing it fit for them the chosen to rule, becoming villains and some chose to side with the law becoming heroes. Our Mc is one such, who chose to side with the law. He always had a dream of becoming a hero as a child, but growing older he noticed humans don't have super power, so he thought, I just have to train hard enough until I am strong enough to be super, and so he trained from childhood to adulthood, but there were limits he could not attain, that is until the green sun came giving him ability, but it took something in return, what was taken? And how will it affect him, stick around to find out

When a unique cultivation game launched its server, it welcomed a sea of players, one of which was Fang Yue. However, he soon realized something strange about the game—it was too difficult to beat. A large number of early players quit the game, but Fang Yue stayed. He then found out something more complicated about the game. Three months later, the Wicked appeared in real life and the game data started to sync with the real world. Everyone was terrified. All the early players returned to the game together with players from all over the world. Simply put, everyone went back into Blue Ocean. However, when they started the game and were being hunted by the Wickeds, they realized that the veteran players’ avatars appeared in a different art style than theirs. Fang Yue exclaimed, “You audacious Wicked! In a single glance, I know you aren’t human!” Fang Yue pleaded: “Wicked, I need you to help me cultivate!” Fang Yue roared, “Wicked! Did I say you can leave? Almighty Heavenly Dragon!

''How much do you need ?, Olivia, I want you to me mine'' Christopher asked with his deep hoarse voice. ''Do I look poor to you'' I asked him, he has been getting into my verve lately. '' sorry!, Olivia I can do anything just to keep you by my side, even if it's to cut Jessy tongue'' he said and he thoroughly got my attention this time as I looked into his oceanic blue almond eyes. ''I would love to see her tongue chopped off, until then'' I replied seriously before pushing him aside.

Reality can be harsh. Cold, unrelenting, but honest. It's enough to make anyone want to run away. Maybe to bury a past mistake, hide from who they once were, or try to live a fantasy life they feel they deserve. But attempting to escape will simply lead you to a different form of reality, one far crueler. A young man on the run finds himself in this strange new world. A world ruled by savage monsters and people who label him as one. It should've been simple enough, fight to survive, to take what he wants and needs. But reality is always more complicated than that. But he's not the problem, and he refuses to even humor that notion, the world's just unfair. Simple as that. So he's made the choice to do what he can to get back home regardless of the cost. But the weight of his decisions looms over him as he becomes more involved with those in this new world, the potential consequences becoming more catastrophic with each waking moment. Will he be overwhelmed by this cruel world? Will he become the monster he believes he’s destined to be, or will he find a new path? A road not taken? It'll make all the difference.

It tells the tortuous and touching story of Tang Qian's growth. At the age of 12, Tang Qian, whose parents had both passed away, had no choice but to live with someone else and was adopted by his uncle's family. Uncle harbored twisted emotions towards his mother, and his family mocked, bullied, and oppressed her recklessly, causing her to suffer throughout the long years. In order to survive in such a harsh environment, Tang Qian disguised herself as a submissive and obedient girl, silently lurking, waiting for the opportunity to change her fate.

In this book, you will be able to read about descriptions of feelings from my perspective. They will always have a strong impact on our characters, regardless of the individual.

Cedric, a notorious playboy and a wicked heir to one of the wealthiest families in Tartarus, is mysteriously murdered in his own bedroom. However, instead of meeting his end, he finds himself transported to an entirely new world, unlike anything he has ever seen.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

In a world where magic and beasts are forbidden to mix, Selene Blackwood, a powerful yet exiled witch, lives in the shadows, weaving her spells under the cover of darkness. Feared for her untamed magic, she has learned to survive alone, until fate leads her into the path of Damien Vale, the ruthless Alpha of the Nightshade Pack.

*Sigh* Hello there, Foreign Constellations. The name's Rose... *Runs a hand through hair exasperatedly* I was the 70th Floor Administrator for a Tower called "Aligor's Return"; but upon the sudden deletion of an important Administrator of another Tower, I'm now forced to transfer Towers and manage six additional floors. *Sigh* I could barely manage one floor. What makes the Gods assume I can handle seven floors in total? Especially since this new Tower is infested with Regressors, Reincarnators, and plain old Fortune Tellers. What am I supposed to do? *Sigh* I hope I get along well with my fellow Administrators. I feel like I might need their help...

Emily Laurent has spent her entire life trying to prove herself to her cold rich father, who sees her love of art as a distraction, not a destiny. She dreamt to go and study at the legendary Académie des Beaux-Arts in Paris, but instead, she buys a mysterious painting at a flea market—and now she’s trapped in Otherworld Paris. She plunges into the world of dangerous power plays, artistic explorations, and magical seductions at the Wicked Delights Academy—not fine arts exactly, but something cooler—and soon finds herself in a bisexual love triangle. Survive the Academy. Master the magic. Resist the temptation. (Or don’t. It’s much more fun that way. Paris is still Paris!)

Reincarnated in a cliché novel as the daughter of a hated villainess—why? Just because when her husband, the Count, betrayed her with a maid, she couldn't endure it and began tormenting the maid. In the end, while begging for even a shred of the Count's attention, she passed away. Her daughter was sent to an orphanage and lost her noble title. After spending three years in the orphanage, the empire's only and most powerful Duke decided to adopt a child—and by chance, he chose her. The villainess's daughter accepted the Duke's offer in pursuit of revenge and prepared for her new life.

At 28, Clara Hayes has mastered the art of wearing masks. To her colleagues, she’s the perpetually cheerful graphic designer who never misses a deadline. To her overbearing mother, she’s the dutiful daughter hiding her anxiety behind polished smiles. To the world, she’s a woman who “has it all together”—except she’s crumbling inside. Clara’s life unravels during a corporate presentation where a panic attack strips her façade raw. Humiliated and exhausted, she flees to a quiet coastal town, renting a cottage owned by an eccentric, free-spirited potter named Marisol. There, Clara stumbles upon a dusty journal in the attic, its pages filled with haunting sketches and anonymous confessions from a woman who once lived there decades earlier. The entries mirror Clara’s own suffocating duality: “I paint myself in colors the world approves of, but my soul is a grayscale.” As Clara tentatively befriends Marisol and a reclusive widower, Eli, who runs the town’s crumbling bookstore, she begins confronting the lies she’s told herself for years. Through their unconventional guidance—and the journal’s cryptic wisdom—she starts shedding her masks one by one. But vulnerability comes at a cost: her corporate career teeters, her mother’s disapproval intensifies, and a buried trauma from her teenage years resurfaces, threatening to drown her newfound courage. When Clara’s raw, unfiltered artwork—created in secret—goes viral, she faces a choice: return to the safety of her old illusions or step into the terrifying freedom of living unapologetically. But the journal hides a final secret, linking Clara’s journey to the cottage’s mysterious past, forcing her to question whether true authenticity is a rebellion… or a homecoming.

~Amelia stone is An African American young lady with a radiant ambrosial Nature , She moves from her hometown to Denver where she gets a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the state Crown lake High, In hopes of starting a new life in Denver and of course Crown lake high things don't turn out as she perceived. ~ She gets caught up in a love triangle between two Bestfriends , Xavier Orlando the charming, amicable endearing Rich blue eyed boy and Holden Andrew's the sophisticated hot Rich, popular and most Alluring guy in school . Xavier befriends Amelia and with time their friendship grows and his love for her blossoms, but does she feel the same way about him? or is she stuck on Holdens charisma. What happens when she finds out Holden isn't as charming as he seems will their love induce or will the love triangle come in between? ~They say when you meet the love of your life time stops ,But what I say is '' It's not the day's that count but the moments ,because every beginning has an ending '' I thought it would last forever but it turns out my guess was wrong!~