Nafsu Mama

*Vorsicht* *TABU-INHALT* *STARKER SEXUELLER INHALT* DIESER INHALT IST SEHR SCHÄDLICH FÜR DEN VERSTAND EINER NORMALEN PERSON. __________________________________ Leon ist ein MILF-Liebhaber, ein Waise und Jungfrau. Er hat ein einziges Ziel im Kopf: Eine MILF zu ficken, die keine Prostituierte ist. Aber leider stirbt Leon, bevor er seinen Traum verwirklichen konnte, versehentlich aufgrund eines Fehlers eines Engels. Um seinen Fehler wiedergutzumachen, verspricht der Engel Leon ein weiteres Leben in einer magischen, aber eher rückständigen und unterentwickelten Welt. Er lässt Leon drei Fertigkeiten seiner Wahl auswählen. [Fertigkeitshandwerker (F)] "Du kannst mit dieser Fertigkeit nur F-Rang-Fertigkeiten herstellen, bist du sicher, dass du diese Fertigkeit willst?" fragte der Engel mit einem verwirrten Gesichtsausdruck. "Ja", antwortete Leon. [Untersuchen] [Adaptiver Körper] ... Mit diesen drei Fertigkeiten übernimmt Leons Seele den Körper von Leon Luster, der eine verwitwete MILF als Stiefmutter und eine verheiratete, vollbusige, heiße Stiefschwester hat, deren Ehemann nur einmal im Jahr nach Hause kommt. "Warte... also in dieser Welt ist Sex wie eine fünfminütige Pflicht? Das bedeutet, dass Frauen hier nichts über Vergnügen wissen? Hehehehe." "Was meinst du damit, dass wir kein Bett haben und zusammen auf einer Matratze schlafen müssen, Mama?" "Ich halte das nicht aus, lass uns eine Fertigkeit erschaffen..." [Berührung der Lust] Wird Leon seinen Traum verwirklichen? Oder wird er mehr bekommen, als er verlangt hat? [Anmerkung des Autors: Dieser Roman mag auf MILFs basieren, aber ich habe mein Bestes getan, um eine realistische Welt um den Charakter herum zu erschaffen.]

Ensemble avec sa Mama Ella et un troupeau de chèvres, William se lance dans une nouvelle aventure pour trouver le sens du bonheur dans sa nouvelle vie. Dans un monde d'Épées et de Magie, où les aventures se déroulent en liberté, l'histoire du Berger Légendaire est sur le point de commencer !

[Status: ABGESCHLOSSEN] "Feng Tianyi! Dein Bruder hat meine Tang-Familie zerstört! Gibt es irgendetwas Gutes an deiner Familie?" "En. Siehst du nicht, wie unsere gut aussehenden Gene an unsere Kinder weitergegeben werden? Was die Schulden der Familie Feng angeht, so werde ich sie bezahlen." Sagte er nonchalant. Tang Moyu spottete und verschränkte die Arme vor der Brust. "Wie willst du das bezahlen?" "Wie wäre es, wenn ich dich mit meinem Körper bezahle?" "..." Wie schamlos! Der Mann, der in seinem Rollstuhl saß, brach in Gelächter aus, als er ihren hässlichen Gesichtsausdruck sah. "Miss Tang, es hat keinen Sinn, so zu tun, als hätten Sie es nicht gesehen, da Sie praktisch auf mein Bett geklettert sind und mich ausgenutzt haben." Vor fünf Jahren war Tang Moyu die Kaiserin der Geschäftswelt und befand sich auf dem Höhepunkt ihrer Karriere, bevor sie zu einem Nichts wurde, als ihr Verlobter sich in eine andere Frau verliebte. Das war in Ordnung, da es keine Liebe zwischen ihr und Feng Tianhua gab, aber wer hätte gedacht, dass dieses "Aschenputtel" ein Wolf im Schafspelz war? Und dann ist da noch Feng Tianyi, der berüchtigte Nachfolger der Feng-Familie, ein von der Kritik gefeierter Autor, der mit seinen Büchern ständig die Bestsellerlisten stürmt. Gerüchte besagen, dass er hitzköpfig und temperamentvoll war. Er war so rücksichtslos, dass weder Männer noch Frauen seine Gesellschaft wollten. Die Gerüchte besagen sogar, dass sein Gesicht so gut aussehend und nicht von dieser Welt war. Er war praktisch ein Gott unter den Menschen. Es war schade, dass er verkrüppelt war. Die beiden sollten sich nie wiedersehen, aber ein paar süße kleine Brötchen kamen dazwischen. "Onkel, wir haben kein Geld, um dir den Schaden zu bezahlen." sagte das ältere kleine Brötchen. "Meine Manuskripte sind unbezahlbar", erwiderte der hübsche Onkel amüsiert. "Onkel, wenn es dir nichts ausmacht, können wir mit unserer Mama bezahlen? Sie ist auch von unschätzbarem Wert." Und so trafen die beiden süßen Brötchen und der hübsche Onkel eine Vereinbarung, aber wer hätte gedacht, dass es sich bei der Frau um eine eiskalte Königin aus der Hölle handelte, die eine seltsame Vorliebe für Süßigkeiten hatte? -- Herausgeber/Lektorat: ninaviews Buchcover: Bizzybiin / Copyright 2020 anjeeriku

Das Verlobungsgeschenk beträgt zwei Millionen Dollar, keinen einzigen Cent weniger. Jiang Yu ist bereits achtzehn Jahre alt und kann jetzt heiraten. Schicken Sie das Geld auf meine Karte, und die Sache ist erledigt!" Jiang Yu sah ihre Mutter an, die am Verhandlungstisch ununterbrochen redete. Sie beobachtete, wie ihre Mutter ihren Preis nannte, als sie Jiang Yu verkaufte. Jiang Yu konnte es nicht fassen. Vor achtzehn Jahren brachten sie das falsche Baby aus dem Krankenhaus nach Hause, und Jiang Yu, die echte Tochter einer wohlhabenden Familie, landete bis vor einem Jahr in einem Waisenhaus. Jiang Ran, die falsche Tochter der Familie Jiang, wuchs mit einem silbernen Löffel im Mund auf. Da sie von klein auf über bessere Mittel verfügte, war sie in jeder Hinsicht besser als Jiang Yu und wurde der Stolz der Familie Jiang. Jiang Yu, die sich die meiste Zeit in der Außenwelt herumtrieb, war nichts weiter als ein Landei, das ihre Mutter in den Kreisen der Gesellschaft zum Gespött machte. Doch Jiang Yu hatte keine Ahnung, wie groß der Hass ihrer Mutter auf sie war. An dem Tag, an dem sie achtzehn Jahre alt wurde, "verkaufte" ihre Mutter sie zu einem bestimmten Preis. Jiang Yu sagte: "Wenn du deine Tochter mit jemand anderem verheiraten willst, sollte es Jiang Ran sein. Ich bin deine echte Tochter. Du bist diejenige, die Jiang Ran fälschlicherweise nach Hause gebracht hat!" Ihre Mutter erwiderte: "Halt den Mund. Ich wünschte, ich hätte dich nicht zur Welt gebracht. Du hast nichts als Schande über mich gebracht!" Jiang Ran sagte: "Große Schwester, alles, was Mama tut, ist nur zu deinem Besten. Mach ihr keine Vorwürfe." Ihre Mutter sagte: "Ich bin überzeugt, dass sie nichts anderes als eine Schuldeneintreiberin ist, die zu mir gekommen ist, um ihre Schulden einzutreiben! Entweder du gibst mir zwei Millionen Dollar, oder du heiratest gehorsam!" Jiang Yu verließ verzweifelt das Haus. Durch eine verrückte Kombination von Faktoren heiratete sie versehentlich einen Mr. CEO. Von da an verwöhnte der dreißigjährige Mann seine achtzehnjährige Frau bis zum Äußersten. Das kleine Mädchen sagte: "Mister, jemand hat Ihre Frau schikaniert!" Der Mann: "Welcher inkompetente Narr ist so blind, dass er es wagt, dich zu schikanieren?"

Lucas Bellamy lives in the clouds. His world is a wooden room high above the floorboards, filled with drawings, tattered books, and the gentle voice of Mama who brings him meals through a little hatch in the floor. She tells him stories about monsters that roam outside, about a world too dangerous for a boy like him. And so he stays. He draws tigers. He counts raindrops. He listens to the wind and dreams of flying. But when a strange man appears in the garden below, staring up at his window, cracks begin to form in Lucas’s perfect sky. Why can’t he remember ever leaving the attic? Why does Mama cry when she thinks he’s asleep? And why does the house sometimes speak in voices that aren't hers? A haunting tale of innocence, memory, and the kind of love that protects… even when it shouldn’t.

New book "Quick Transmigration Crushing Strategy: My Lord, Intensely Pampering." "Empress's Daily Face Slapping" and "Excessively Pampering the Toxic Wife: Mama Plans to Overthrow" are completed! [Apocalypse female reborn into cultivation, PK transmigrated evil secondary female character] With her parents murdered, her fiancé's betrayal, and her only brother's superpower disabled, Fang Yuxin fell from being a top wealthy beauty to a miserable cannon fodder! Only after her accidental rebirth, just before the apocalypse, did she realize that her deeply hated illegitimate younger sister was actually a transmigrator! The Jade bracelet stolen in her former life was actually a Cultivator's Spirit Mansion Space! She was determined to slap the face of the transmigrated girl with a gaming upgrade system and step on the ambitious man carrying the Dimension Trading Device! Hold on! Since when did she have such a grown son? PS: A thrilling tale of crushing trash, upgrading, and raising buns, where the heroine is neither mean nor saintly. Completed works: "Apocalypse's Cunning Merchant," "Apocalypse Foodie System," "Noble Cunning Merchant," "Cultivation of the Ultimate Femme Fatale."

“A escuridão não pode expulsar a escuridão, apenas a Luz pode fazer isso,” disse a Deusa Amalthea enquanto segurava William em seu amoroso abraço. “O ódio não pode expulsar o ódio, apenas o Amor pode fazer isso.” Para ajudar seus irmãos e irmãs no orfanato, e salvar a pessoa que ama, William decidiu fazer o sacrifício supremo. Este ato altruísta comoveu os corações dos Deuses a ponto de darem a William a oportunidade de entrar no Ciclo de Reencarnação com suas bênçãos. Junto com sua Mama Ella e um rebanho de cabras, William embarca em uma nova jornada para encontrar o significado da felicidade em sua nova vida. Em um mundo de espadas e magia, onde as aventuras correm soltas e livres, a história do Pastor Lendário está prestes a começar!

Jo-Pil, ahem, I mean, I was just a simple sales manager who was more than satisfied with my way of living, thank you very much. But my simple way of living came crashing down like the heavy materials I was counting on my night shift, crushed me and my simple life, and then landed me in a novel I had read back when I was still a Freshman at university. And to make it all worse, it just happened to be the kind of novel that readers would wish to get into and crack the skull of the various sadistic love interests as well as the stubborn main character who just didn't know when to sit still. Ugh. But what was even worse than that was the fact that I, Jo-Pil, had become the freaking main character. Yeah, you got that right. I was the poor, hopeless Omega whose role in the novel was to be a weak, helpless, yet stubborn guy who was sold for his huge debt, bought by four powerful Alphas in order to become a breeding machine. They might as well make me their baby mama while they were at it, don't you think? But there was no way I was going to live up to that role. Seriously, why resist being showered with the luxury of life and getting hurt when I could just give them a little neck massage, say a few sweet words to compliment them, and then lie on my back with sun shades on and juice in hand, relaxing for the rest of my life? Maybe it's not as easy as it sounds but I could make it work. I was sure I could. With four powerful Alphas ruling the country at my mercy, I could do anything. But... Were they really at my mercy, though? I mean, I was the one whose huge debt got paid off, right? Welp, maybe I was getting a little over my head. What to do?

Five years ago, everything shattered. An accident. A baby. A goodbye with no turning back. She vanished from the world she once knew, pregnant and alone. No degree. No future. Just her, a secondhand car, and a daughter who calls her “mama” between cheap takeout meals and midnight Didi runs. By day, she's invisible. By night, she drives circles around a city that’s too big for broken dreams. She’s used to passengers coming and going, until he gets in her car. The man she once loved. The father of her child. But she doesn’t recognize him. And he? He never forgot her. That man is Kellan Elliott, young CEO of the elite Elliott Group. Cold, untouchable, and far too late. When fate throws Rachel and Kellan back into the same orbit, things don’t explode. They simmer. Kellan doesn’t know the truth. Rachel doesn’t want his pity. And caught in the middle is a little girl who keeps calling the stranger in the suit “Daddy.” But uncovering the truth could break all of them apart... or finally bring them the family they never got to be. This is a secret baby story. One person. One city. One car. One beloved. I’ve driven every road in this city. Will you ever find your way back to me?

There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws

Namaku Zavier Alastair. Umurku empat tahun. Tapi jangan remehkan aku; aku detektif yang paling sibuk di lingkungan ini. Urusan tetangga yang berantem karena garam? Aku tahu. Urusan bebek-bebek di belakang rumahku serta kucing-kucingku? Tentu aku hafal. Urusan bapak-bapak dan ibu-ibu yang jualan di pasar? Aku protes kalo harga ayamnya naik, soalnya Mama jadi jarang bikin sop ayam. Misteri kenapa si Mbak penjual es nggak jualan sampe dua hari? Aku selidiki. Percintaan Bibi Soraya si janda? Justru aku yang jadi cupid-nya. Semangka Pak Kumis pun aku yang bantu panenkan. Aku suka semangka, soalnya. Tapi dari semua misteri itu, satu hal paling bikin aku penasaran adalah... ...kenapa Kak Atlas, kakak super gantengku, dingin banget sama aku?! Dia itu keren banget. Pinter, jago olahraga, selalu juara umum, dan sering dapet hadiah dari kakak-kakak cewek (yang suratnya sering dititipin ke aku...terus coklatnya aku makan). Tapi Kak Atlas tuh susah banget diajak main! Huh! Makanya, aku, Detektif Zavie, harus nyelidikin kasus yang paling misterius sepanjang masa: Gimana caranya supaya aku bisa main sama Kak Atlas dan bikin dia jadi sayang sama aku?

Li Wen cuma cowok biasa dengan hidup yang payah: kerja rodi, gaji pas-pasan, dan tahun baru pun harus lembur. Tapi saat pulang dengan hati lelah, yang datang malah... truk. Dia kira udah tamat. Tapi pas buka mata, dia bangun sebagai Qin Ruoyan, seorang aktris skandal yang sialnya adalah istri dari Shen Zeyu, mantan musuh cintanya. Dan lebih parahnya lagi? Ada balita dua tahun yang manggil dia “Mama.” Sambil menahan gegar identitas dan nyeri dada (secara harfiah), Li Wen pura-pura amnesia demi bertahan hidup. Tapi belum juga adaptasi, dia dipaksa ikut reality show keluarga bahagia... Bareng suami yang pengen dia tonjok, tapi malah bikin jantungnya berdebar. Dia masih merasa dirinya laki-laki. Tapi kenapa... hatinya mulai goyah juga?

“Kita cuma sahabat,” katanya. Tapi sejak kapan sahabat tidur di ranjang yang sama—lalu saling menyakiti setelahnya?” Ara dan Seojin tumbuh bersama, terluka bersama, dan belajar bertahan di dunia yang tak pernah benar-benar menerima mereka. Persahabatan mereka adalah tempat paling aman—dan juga perangkap paling berbahaya. Di usia dewasa, mereka hidup berdampingan tapi tak pernah benar-benar saling memiliki. Cinta tak pernah diucapkan, hanya diraba di balik kecanduan dan keheningan. Sampai suatu malam, semua batas dilanggar. Dan tak ada jalan kembali. Ketika hubungan mereka hancur, masa lalu mulai terkuak. Ada luka yang tak pernah sembuh, kenangan yang disembunyikan, dan seorang anak… yang memanggil wanita lain sebagai “Mama”. Apakah cinta yang keliru masih bisa disembuhkan? Atau memang, ada hubungan yang hanya ditakdirkan untuk saling mengingat, bukan untuk dimiliki? Kalau teman seperti ini… apakah kita masih bisa disebut manusia biasa?

The Twins’ Pet G: Fantasi Dark Romance. Dilarang mengcopy paste tulisan ini dalam bentuk apa pun!!! Tindakan plagiatan akan saya proses secara hukum. SINOPSIS: ========== Vol 1. Crescent Moon Perasaan yang dalam. Ikatan yang kuat. Cinta yang manis. Pengorbanan yang tulus. Membuat ketiganya bisa mengatasi tiap rintangan dalam kehidupan yang tidak masuk diakal ini. Saat gairah cinta yang menggebu melilit penuh harmoni bersamaan dengan nafsu yang membuncah. Kekuatan itu hadir, memenuhi jiwa, memenuhi tiap-tiap pembuluh darah dengan ledakkan adrenalin. “My soul will rise in your embrance,” ucap Sadewa saat memandang iris mata Liffi dengan penuh hasrat. “Sadewa,” lirih Liffi. “For I’m yours, and you’re mine!!” bisik Nakula penuh gairah, desah napas terasa hangat pada daun telinga Liffi. “Nakula,” desah Liffi. Black and White. Fresia and Hibicus Musk and Vanilla Fresh and Sweet “Mana yang kau pilih, Liffi?” Ikatan cinta yang kuat membuat Liffi enggan untuk memilih salah satu di antara keduanya. Lantas siapakah yang Liffi pilih? Nakula yang garang, liar, dan penuh kekuatan? Atau ... Sadewa yang pintar, dingin, dan penuh wibawa? Hanya sebuah kisah cinta biasa, namun bisa membuatmu merasa luar biasa.—BELLEAME. This cover novel is not mine. If the artist want to remove it, please DM, I’ll remove it. Terima kasih. Selamat membaca, Belle Ame.

In der Nacht, in der ihr Verlobter sie betrog, dachte Ran Xueyi nicht, dass ihre Familie und Freunde noch vor ihr davon wussten. Am Boden zerstört, beschließt Xueyi, dass sie sich rächen will, indem sie den Ruf ihrer Familie ruiniert und aus der Verlobung herauskommt, die sie nicht wollte! Und der einzige Weg, das zu tun, war, mit dem Kind eines anderen Mannes schwanger zu werden! Aber was passiert, wenn der Vater ihres Kindes nach 2 Jahren vor ihren Augen auftaucht und verlangt, sie und ihr Kind zurückzunehmen? Wird Xueyi seinem Charme widerstehen können, wenn sogar ihr Sohn diesen Mann als seinen Vater adoptieren will?! --- Das ist Song Yu Han, ein rätselhafter Mann und der reichste Tycoon des Landes! Zu dumm nur, dass der Mann kalt wie Eis ist... Aber gerade als alle dachten, dass es nie eine Frau geben würde, in die er sich verlieben könnte, brachte er plötzlich eine schöne Frau und einen Sohn mit. ---- Ein paar Szenen aus dem Roman: "Mama, ich möchte mit Papa zu Abend essen", sagte der Kleine eines Tages. Xueyi konnte dem Charme ihres Sohnes nicht widerstehen und sagte zögernd ja. Am nächsten Tag. "Mami, ich habe von meinen Klassenkameraden gehört, dass sie bei ihren Eltern schlafen. Kann ich Papa anrufen, damit er bei uns schläft?" Xueyi lehnte die Idee ab, aber als ihr Sohn zu weinen begann und einen Wutanfall bekam, gab sie schließlich nach. Und am nächsten Tag wieder. "Mami, ich will eine kleine Schwester von Mami und Papi. Geh und mach mir eine!", forderte der Kleine und zwinkerte dann seinem Vater zu, der hinter ihm stand. So beginnt das Leben von Xueyi, die von ihrem Mann und ihrem Sohn geliebt wird. [REIFER INHALT]

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

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Dans les collines brumeuses d’Atakpamé, une ancienne demeure coloniale se dresse comme une cicatrice blanche sur la terre rouge. Depuis trois générations, la Maison Woegan attire les âmes perdues et les secrets oubliés. Quand Koffi, jeune journaliste de Lomé, arrive pour enquêter sur les disparitions mystérieuses qui entourent cette demeure, il découvre que chaque miroir de la maison reflète une époque différente, chaque reflet raconte une tragédie, et chaque tragédie est liée par les fils invisibles du destin et des loas. Entre les rituels vaudou de sa grand-mère Mama Afia, les mystères d’une famille maudite, et les esprits qui refusent de partir, Koffi va découvrir que certaines maisons ne sont pas hantées… elles sont vivantes. Et elles ont faim.

A contest meant to select a crown princess—after trying every trick in the book to escape it, she unexpectedly found herself winning and becoming the next Empress. "Out of mind, out of reasoning." No!!! She didn't want this. She had promised Mama and Papa she would fail and come back to them. Is she never going back? Would she remain stuck in this vampire kingdom forever, ruling them as her own people? No! No matter how selfless she was, she hated vampires to the core. She couldn't stand them. You could say that as bold as she was, she was also terrified of them—because of their strength, their coldness, their unnatural abilities. But no matter how hard she tried to run away, fate caught her again. A human and a vampire in a marriage? Where was that ever done? --------- "Wife," he called slowly, voice hoarse. Eira knew exactly what that tone meant. They had just finished their wedding after an exhausting, chaotic day—and now it was their wedding night. And Eira knew exactly what happens between a man and a woman on the first night of their marriage. But not her. She didn't want it. How was she supposed to cope with a vampire? She had read about them—they never got satiated when it came to that thing. At this moment, Eira was only thinking of a way to escape the night. "I—I... can we get through this night without anything happening? You sleep on the couch, I take the bed," she said, eyes fluttering shut. A part of her hoped he'd agree. A part of her dreaded his refusal. He raised a brow, intrigued. "Bypass what, wife?" he asked, lips curling into an amused arc. "This—this night," Eira stammered. "What's happening this night?" he asked, clearly enjoying the sight of her flushed and embarrassed face. Eira shot him an annoyed glare. "You dare say you don't know what I'm talking about?" she snapped. He smirked. "Why would I bother myself touching a mere human who can't even keep up with my pace?" he said mockingly, stepping out of the bedroom and throwing four casual words over his shoulder— "Ain't sleeping here tonight." With that, the door closed. --- This is a love story between a stubborn, selfless, bold, brave human princess… and a cold, domineering, ruthless, aloof, heartless vampire prince—shredded in darkness and madness. If you like fantasy romance full of vampires, slow burn, royal drama, Royal romance, madness and magic... You are very much welcome. Now… dive in with me.

Luna di hari pertama masuk kampusnya, terjadinya pertemuan yang tak disangka. Luna yang polos dan mudah tersipu itu bertemu kembali dengan Luis, si playboy yang sudah terpisah sejak sekolah dasar. Takdir mempertemukan mereka dalam situasi tak terduga. Dan mereka harus hidup serumah! Namun Luis bukanlah anak kecil yang dulu dikenalnya, pesona senyumannya yang menghanyutkan, kebiasaan flirting-nya yang jahil itu membuat Luna tersipu dan berdebar kencang. Hingga ketika luna bernegosiasi penuh dengan emosi. "Luis bagaimana jika... Aku memberimu tantangan, jika kamu dapat menahan nafsumu selama setahun ini. Aku akan menjadi milikmu." Apakah playboy sejati seperti luis dapat bertahan?... Lalu bagaimanakah jika Luis gagal. Dan bagaimana kah luna menghadapi godaan luis untuk kedepannya?.... Atau jangan-jangan Luna yang tak kuasa menahannya.

Bang! another gunshot rang in her ears followed by the endless barrage of curses from her captors. "Can't believe these bitches actually opened fire on us !" said the minion closest to her. "Seems they don't want you to get out of this alive princess "He said, his voice dripping with bloodlust. Daphne's heart raced , her thoughts full of self pity." It never seems to end does it ?" She thought. This was the fourth foster home that had been reduced to ruins immediately after adopting her . People would soon think she was cursed . Maybe she was. Who knows. Suddenly she was yanked out of her thoughts by the loud bang of the door. "Bring her out here !" said a burly dangerous looking man ."Yes Sir!!"said the minions finally pulling her off the floor . She winced as her bruises and deep wounds scraped furniture around her. She was led out of the wooden shed-like house and onto a concrete pavement where she was tossed to the ground. She landed with a thud on the pavement bruising her knees even more. She didn't even lift her head knowing she couldn't face the family that had taken her in with kind hearts. The one she had now torn apart . She felt someone grab her by the hair and pull her head up. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she silently endured the pain on her scalp. As she opened her eyes she saw her foster mom looking directly at her,teary eyed. "What's the verdict mama?" Asked one of the goons while shoving her face to the side. "Can we have her for tonight then you come get her tomorrow?"he said while stripping her with his eyes . Daphne shivered under his intense gaze. Unable to shake off the feeling of being violated . Meanwhile her parents turned their backs on her got into their luxury sports car and left her on the road in the hands of those ruffians . She couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment and hopelessness.

This is the story of a scumbag thriving in the magic world... In short...Mama said men are not good.. But I said..Mama... Men are not that bad if you love them with caution...or.. just don't love them...

Namaku Antonio, lahir dari perempuan biasa... tapi tak ada yang tahu dalam darahku mengalir Devil, Angel dan manusia sekaligus tanpa diketahui siapa ayahku ... keluarga besar mamaku memasukan aku ke biara agar pendeta bisa mengawasiku, karena mereka sudah membunuhnya ? atau masih hidup ...

Anna's world was crumbling. Her mother's life was fading away, and the medical bills were choking her. In desperation, she made a decision that would cost her a lifetime: a decision to become a baby mama for the wealthy and jerky Adams Winthrop. Adams, the sole heir of the Winthrop Fashion Empire, needed an heir to secure his inheritance. But with his playboy lifestyle and lack of interest in commitment, finding a willing partner seemed impossible. That was until he laid eyes on Anna at the clubhouse. She was in dire need of cash, and he needed a baby. It was a match made of convenience, not love, or so they thought. As the months went by, Anna found herself falling head over heels for the charming and captivating Adams. But could she truly fall for a man who only wanted her for her womb?

Sophia Sterling, the glamorous heiress of the Sterling family—one of New York’s most influential dynasties—has always lived under the spotlight. As a rising actress, she was adored by fans and envied by rivals. But during a lavish poolside gala at her family’s Hamptons estate, a near-fatal accident changes everything. Pushed into the deep end by an unseen hand, Sophia sinks into darkness… only to resurface with a startling revelation. Fragments of another life flood her mind—memories of being the villainess in a novel, relentlessly outshone and humiliated by the story’s golden girl, ​​Isabella Montgomery​​. In that narrative, Sophia’s schemes backfired spectacularly, leading to her downfall and the ruin of the Sterling empire. But now, armed with this knowledge, Sophia refuses to play the antagonist any longer. Declaring her retirement from acting, she returns to the Sterling family’s Manhattan penthouse, embracing a new identity: the cherished ​​"mama’s girl."​​ No longer the conniving socialite, she basks in her mother’s affection, dodges the toxic drama of high society, and quietly dismantles the traps set by her fictional fate. However, escaping destiny isn’t easy. Isabella, the story’s original heroine, remains a force to reckon with—charismatic, beloved, and always one step ahead. Old rivals resurface, media scandals brew, and the Sterling family’s legacy hangs in the balance. Sophia must navigate this treacherous world, using her newfound self-awareness to outmaneuver the plot’s relentless pull. But as she rewrites her story, she discovers a shocking truth: ​​her real-life enemies might be closer than she thinks.​​

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

Iris Rossi grew up in the slums. When she joined the FBI Iris didn't know just what she was going to face. Will she take it head on or crash and burn.