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Tongue Wag

The Huntress Omega

Born wolfless in a world where power is measured by the beast within, Ingrid Hearst defied every expectation. Trained by her adoptive father, the formidable Alpha Alistair, she rose above her limitations, to become a deadly assassin. Her name became a legend whispered across Arathia when she single-handedly brought down a ruthless Alpha. But triumph turned into tragedy. After Alistair’s death, Ingrid was betrayed by the pack she once called family. Cast out as a disgrace, chained, and tortured for being wolfless, she was sold for thirty gold coins, to the ruthless Zagreus Hawthorne, a royal yet mischievous vampire. Desperate to break free from the chain of her past to start a new life, Ingrid accepted the cunning proposal of the mischievous man, unaware of the deceit lurking behind his silver-tongue promises. Ingrid must use her lethal skills to fulfill Zagreus's demand. A dangerous task involving the downfall of Zagreus’ long standing enemy: To bring the vicious Alpha of Enigma, Vesarius Rage down to his knees. With nothing more to lose, Ingrid is determined to hunt that beast down even if it means chasing him into the very depths of hell. However, as she delves deeper into her mission, secrets of her past emerge, and the freedom she seeks may come at a price far greater than she imagined: because dealing with the menacing Alpha is a very dangerous game to play. And in a deadly game of betrayal and survival, where power reigns absolute. Ingrid must decide: will she remain the prey, or will she rise as the huntress she was made to be?
ALOUVE · 6.7K Views

Resonance Unbound

#ACTION #ADVENTURE #BETRAYAL #TRAGEDY #WAR#ANGST ______________________ In a world fractured by storm and prowling with monsters, survival is both an art and a curse. Governed by elemental resonance, where individuals known as Resonarchs wield the forces of nature, Ezra, a young scavenger with a sharp tongue, finds himself entangled in a dangerous web of secrets and ancient powers. Life on the outskirts has always been harsh, but when a terrifying encounter with a terrifying beast awakens a mysterious light within him, his life takes a dangerous turn. As Ezra begins to uncover hidden truths about resonance, his abilities, and the world beyond, a dormant ancient force threatens to unravel the delicate balance of the elements. With the fate of the world hanging by a thread, Ezra is thrust into a battle against time, alongside a group of fractured allies, each harboring their own dark pasts. As he ventures deeper into the heart of the fractured world, the line between man and monster blurs, and Ezra is forced to confront the darker aspects of his own existence. But one ally harbors a secret so devastating, it could doom them all. As Ezra’s powers grow, so do the stakes. Will he unlock the mysteries of resonance in time to save the world—or will he be forced to watch everything he loves fall to ruin? One thing is certain: the world will never be the same. And not everyone will survive. As enemies close in and the echoes grow stronger, Ezra must decide: will he remain human, or embrace the monstrous truth that might destroy everything he’s ever known?
W_2 · 24.4K Views

Descendent of the Moon

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?
R_Love3 · 29.4K Views

Spoken yet Unspoken words ✨

"Spoken Yet Unspoken Words" captures the heart of what so often goes unsaid. The feelings, the longings, and the moments left unspoken between those who matter most. It's about the silence that speaks louder than any words ever could, the kind that settles in the spaces between two people who share something deep, but aren't always able to express it. In this story, you'll meet characters who hold onto emotions they can't quite voice. Their hearts are full, but their mouths stay shut, trapped by the weight of their own fears, insecurities, and the vulnerability of being in situations they cannot really help. It's the quiet pain of wanting to say something, but never finding the right moment or the right words, to make it real. The love, the regret, the unspoken apologies, they all live in these unsaid words, and they hurt in ways that are impossible to explain. There is a tension in the silence, a pull between what they feel and what they can say. But sometimes, the most intense emotions are those we can't express aloud. There's a tenderness in those moments of stillness, when two people understand each other without needing to speak. It's as if the space between them is full of everything they wish they could say, but don't. This story explores the complexity of human connection, the way we communicate through gestures, glances, and the quiet moments where we say so much without opening our mouths. It's about love that is held back by fear, friendships strained by things left unsaid, and the raw, vulnerable part of being human. Because sometimes, the hardest thing is to admit what we truly feel, even when the whole world seems to be asking for it. If you've ever held your tongue when you wanted to speak, if you've ever let words slip through your fingers without saying them to the person who needed to hear them, this story is for you. It's about the emotions that are too big for words, the love that stays even when it isn't spoken aloud.
quill_empress · 239 Views

Senseless [Golden Gemini]

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025
GoldenGemini · 957 Views

The Halloway Secret

When Violet Rowe accepts a tutoring position at the grand yet isolated Halloway estate, she expects a quiet job teaching the youngest siblings, Clara and Theodore. Instead, she steps into a house haunted by the shadows of its past—whispers of a family tragedy, cold gazes from the remaining heirs, and a lingering sense that something is terribly wrong. Two years ago, Lysandra Halloway was found dead in her bedroom—murdered, the family claims, by an intruding burglar. Shortly after, Eleanor Halloway, the children's mother, wasted away from grief. Yet as Violet settles into the mansion, she notices something unsettling: no one speaks of the deceased with love. There is no mourning, only an eerie absence of sorrow. Theodore, ever the devoted brother, is protective of Clara—too protective. Clara, fragile and anxious, seems burdened by a secret too heavy to bear. Felix and Everett, the older brothers, are aloof, always watching but never saying too much. Ophelia, sharp-tongued and temperamental, treats the past as a nuisance best forgotten. And Augustus Halloway, the formidable head of the family, warns Violet to keep her curiosities in check. But as Violet begins to notice strange behaviors, unspoken tensions, and gaps in the family's carefully told history, she realizes the Halloways are hiding something. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because in this house, the past never stays buried. And someone is watching.
TheGreyyLadyy_ · 1.3K Views

This is absolutely discontinuous nonsense

This was the story of the Wannabe Webnovelist Team (aka WW) who slaved over writing for five years and did not receive a single reader, only to discover that the person responsible for the final edit and publishing in the Wannabe Webnovelist writing team never actually published anything. He had only uploaded everything to the drafts. Sit back and relax (or not) as you try to figure out which character has written which paragraph or chapter. Not to mention working out how many people are actually in this team - this may fluctuate. The WW team's rules in this novel are that once a chapter has been published, no one in the team can edit it. (NB: all the characters in this work are fictional and while any resemblance to real life people are not entirely coincidental - no insults are meant. This is a completely tongue in cheek, rubbish piece of nothing. Yes, you read that right. If you find this as nonsensical as the author(s), then 'high five!' You are on the right page.) Also, has this story really been discontinued? Wait and see... because if it really has been discontinued, we hope the readers enjoy being left hanging on the cliff edge - or just hanging, cos there's nothing wrong with just hanging about. Addit Oct 2023: WW is on a long break. Who knows if they'll ever get back together or come back (in fact, I doubt they will ever return - I think they've given up). Therefore, you will receive random short stories instead. This is now truly discontinuous nonsense. Enjoy. If you don't like one story, you can now switch to a different one via the contents page. Yay.
Tonukurio · 61.4K Views

The Alpha's Forsaken Mate

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 
Joshan_Jo · 360 Views
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