Picky Fingers

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her. Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter. The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, "Why her?" Sikong Mo appeared silently, "Because I said so." Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life. Sikong Mo, "I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven." Ye Jiu, "No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life." Sikong Mo, "Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?" Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away. With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

An Jing had transmigrated into the body of an ancient farm girl whom everyone could bully. On the day she crossed over, she was sold. Alright, seizing the servitude contract, stepping on her good-for-nothing parents, she held her freedom in her grasp, she was in charge of her marriage, she called the shots for her future—nobody could point fingers at her! An Jing assertively slapped her servitude contract onto the man beside her, "Keep it safe, from now on I belong to you." The man: "......" The man doted on her. Whatever she wanted to do, she did, and they even teamed up to torment all sorts of scum. The couple's life was incredibly satisfying. It's just that the man's identity... (A gratifying story, with both strong male and female leads, 1v1 pampering)

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With a snap of his fingers, they dance to his tune. With the quirk of his lips, they turn numb. With the tap of his toe, they kneel to him. He can control their every thought, emotion, and movement. Manipulate their very lives. None can escape his grasp. *** Ian woke up one day confused to see the unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings. Once this was his home, when it was no more he got lost. He lost everything. Now everything is back. A burning starlight lit in his cold eyes, promising to burn all his enemies. He would never allow his home to be destroyed again. Not this time. He was back. And this time, he would control their lives just like they controlled his.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

A man was reincarnated as one of the top species in the universe.. A God. However it seems that his journey as a “God” has just started as he gets his own golden finger that lets him go to other universes to spread his faith and grow in power. Follow as Michael, Who goes to other universes and becomes the peak power gets famous and everyone begins to call him The Heavenly Emperor, the Unrivaled one throughout the ages!

“On Nexus—a world ten times bigger than Earth where gods, beasts, witches, and much more run wild—power is everything. And Shiro? He does what he wants… and he’s got the hands to back it up.” Dark-skinned, handsome and grinning with two shining gold fangs, Shiro walks like a king without a crown. His long white dreads swing like a wild mane behind him. His custom wolf-hide gauntlets click softly as he stretches his fingers, ready to crack skulls—or gently grab the thick waist of the next dangerous beauty who tries him.

Aaron Ambrose, the mighty king of Heavengate kingdom is destined to die. He, however, can change his fate by sacrificing the one thing he thinks he doesn't possess. His heart. He does not believe that death could course through him. But, the prophecy is set. Death is on it's way and the person to buy his sacrifice is unknown. On the other side of the kingdom lives Mariana Clifton. A beautiful, innocent and hardworking seamstress who weaves a beautiful dream of living in a small house with a loving husband and have lots of children. But once she makes clothes for the wicked king, her destiny is irrevocably sewed with his. Aaron finds Mariana pretty interesting. Mariana tries to stay away from the insufferable king but he has made his home in her mind. They both does not know what life holds ahead. In between their teasing and trying to bear each other, will they bare their hearts to each other? Are they even meant to? If yes, will they be able to overcome the barriers of their fates? Can they both together make death move back? ----------- Excerpt: Aaron held Mariana's slim fingers in his calloused hand, tangling his fingers with hers. His other hand raised to wipe the tear that slipped from her eye. "I'll happily die a thousand deaths, Mariana, to live even a day with you. I'll happily die a thousand deaths if I get to die in your arms." He caressed her trembling bottom lip with his thumb, relishing it's softness. "If my death can make you stay close to me, then I'm ready to die in the most painful way." Placing a thumb beneath her chin, he slowly made her raise her head and meet his eyes. "Tell me you'll be with me till the day I die." Her brown eyes, which were filled with tears, eyed him with an unidentifiable emotion. And when finally, she gave a small nod, Aaron leaned forward to let his lips meet hers.

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

One of the seven strongest people on the continent, the King of Mercenaries. He started a war to avenge his fallen family and destroyed territory but failed and lost his life. However… “Wow, I’m alive?” I returned to the past, back through time. A perfect opportunity to right my regrets and reverse everything. It doesn’t matter if people around me point fingers, calling me a scoundrel, or dismiss me as tr*sh. Because… “I’ve got a plan.” “What plan?” “A plan to destroy everything.” There won’t be a second failure. This time, I’ll wipe out all my enemies. …But first, I need to rebuild this damn estate.

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

In the infinite universe composed of planes, the number of planes that had gained fame with their might and traversed millions of years was no more than the fingers on one hand. Among them was the Celestial Plane, inhabited by beings known as the Fatihs. A young Fatih named Ülgen had just graduated from the academy of the Celestial Plane and was about to take his first step towards becoming a true Fatih in the infinite universe. He knew that his journey would be filled with countless dangers, and he was ready!

Everyone loves to live, and everyone lives to love. In a few moments we don't know, that living won't be, and loving will not. Chaos already emerged beyond all realms, the law is broken, the truth unfolded, and moral is nowhere near. War started, murder joined in, and so does many sins. Life has truly betrayed everyone, cause everyone has betrayed life. Life itself—went away, and I am the reason for the suffering. I woke up, with the feeling of warmth. It was a hand so cold yet so warm, "Do you want me to create something lovely?" His tender fingers slip through my hair, "it's called Fleur" His laughs was like sunlight, "it's beautiful." "Just like you..." Lavian, the god of love, fell in love. But that love, soon turned to dust. The beauty of spring ended, and the start of winter started.

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

Ian was an ordinary guy on his way to work when he suddenly found himself in a strange and dangerous world ruled by dark races like vampires, werewolves, and demons. Transmigrated into the body of a lesser vampire, Ian that he must quickly adapt. Just when all hope seems lost, Ian had awakened his cheat golden finger: The Strongest Body Customization System, which allows him to modify and customize his body by consuming biomass. With this golden finger, Ian began his path to power, designing bone claws and other enhancements to give him an edge against the terrifying werewolves and other supernatural threats. But as Ian learns more about the Curtained Imperium and existences of Gods, Aliens, and Outer Gods that can destroy planets. He understood the depth of this world was deeper than he thought. Need to fly? Customize a pair of angel wings! The body is small? Add hundreds meters of height and become bigger than Godzilla! Need a weapon? Customize bone claws and kagune on the spot!

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

Waking up as the third rate villain in a game before realizing none of his ending is good, what will a guy do? "Where is my golden finger?" "Wise Soul?" "System?" "Blessing?" "Fuck, it's one thing not giving me any boost but not giving me any talent is another!" "No cheats? I have money!"

"Until the Flower Withers" In a world brimming with magic, Luna Lockheart is reborn into a noble family, surrounded by love—but a deadly secret threatens to shatter her second chance at life. As Luna learns to navigate her new world, she discovers a life full of wonder and sorrow. From playful siblings and elegant tea parties to the haunting shadow of an ancient illness, time is not her ally. But Luna refuses to wither quietly. With her heart full of determination and her spirit as bright as the flower she’s named after, Luna vows to live fully, even as time slips through her fingers. A story of reincarnation, family bonds, and the beauty found in fleeting moments. "Until the flower withers… I'll bloom as brightly as I can."

Delhi University was supposed to be about grades, career plans, and survival. Instead, it turned into a whirlwind of unexpected friendships, rivalry-fueled chaos, and emotions no one saw coming. For Shumaila, ambition was everything-until a disastrous first encounter with Hamza set off a chain reaction of sarcasm, competition, and an undeniable spark. The more they clashed, the harder it became to ignore the tension brewing between them. "You're mine, Shumaila," he whispered. "You know it. I know it." Her fingers curled into fists, her body frozen in place. Note - Trust me, you’ll love this story! It gets really interesting after a few chapters, so dive in, and I promise you won’t regret it! I hope you all enjoy reading it.

Sugar Crash tells the story of elite lawyer Eleanor Sterling who is forced to team up with Xander Cole, the fashion mogul she defeated in court three years ago, transforming from courtroom rivals into dangerous partners in investigation. When midnight lights in the evidence room catch his loosened tie, when legal statutes roll off his tongue like whispered sweet nothings, their professional facade begins to crack—her ironclad ethics unravel under his touch, while his carefully crafted playboy persona reveals vulnerabilities only she can see. In their pursuit of the truth, the clashes in the bedroom grow fiercer than courtroom battles, their interlaced fingers forming bonds tighter than any chain of evidence, until they finally realize: the most damning piece of evidence in this case was their undeniable attraction all along.

Violet Velmont. A girl raised to be a princess is given away by her father to be bred by 5 lustful princes. Violet is determined to change the brothers, and refuses to back down. But the brothers have a long way to go. They're cruel and cold. With each brother having their own very distinct personalities, poor Violet will have her work cut out for her. With countless trials, they will all be tested. The worst part, just as things start getting good for her, her world crashes again and when a problem with wolf shifters arise, and it will cost her the person she loves most. Violet's whole world hangs in the balance. Can love save her? Can love conquer the princes? Or will loss break her? EX: He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." The Sequel is out now! "I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha" discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

I Woke Up as the Beast King follows a modern-day transmigrator who finds herself reborn as Felicity, the vicious tiger destined to be slain by the ruthless cultivator Silas Brooks in the climax of a xianxia novel. Trapped in the body of a magnificent beast with human instincts—squeamish about blood, picky about food, and hopelessly clumsy—Felicity upends the original plot by surviving Silas’ blade through sheer absurdity. Forced into an uneasy alliance, the two navigate a world of scheming sects and vengeful spirits. Along the way, Felicity befriends Celia, a fiery fox spirit with hidden motives, while Silas struggles between his duty to exterminate demons and his growing attachment to this baffling, human-hearted tiger. As Felicity masters her shapeshifting abilities, she discovers darker truths: Celia manipulated her to awaken her spirit core, and Silas’ sect has orchestrated her role in his ascension. When a village crisis forces Felicity to unleash her full power, Silas spirals into madness, slaughtering his own sect upon mistakenly believing her dead. The story culminates in a desperate reunion at the cliff’s edge, where Felicity stops his suicidal leap—not out of obligation, but because their fractured souls, though scarred by betrayal, refuse to let go. Blending dark humor and emotional depth, the tale explores identity, found family, and the chaos of rewriting fate. Final line: "Yes," I breathed against his mouth. "I'm home."

What if you woke up in a world of magic? Alaric, a young man, knew what he wanted: to do nothing, just like on Earth. He was a procrastinator who loved lounging on the couch, scrolling through social media or watching movies and TV shows. That was his life. But when he ended up in a magic academy with teachers pushing him to work hard? That wasn’t for him. Alaric was so lazy and had such poor talent that he got expelled. Few can say they were kicked out of a magic academy in a kingdom desperate for mages. Left alone with no family or money, Alaric wandered the wilderness, struggling to survive. One day, after sleeping for two days straight, something awakened within him. A System. [Arcane Idleness Protocol Activated] [The less you do, the stronger you get] [First Passive] [Idle Infusion: Your total mana increases while you sleep. The more you sleep, the higher your total mana will increase] [Spell Rank: ???] And that was just the beginning of the legend of Alaric, the wizard who never trained yet reached the peak. The mage who built the best magic academy from scratch just to use his disciples to work for him. "I can relax all day while my disciples work for me, what a life!"

Amidst the boundless realms of the Ten Continents lie three mysterious islands, home to divine beings rarely seen by mortals. Above the endless blue skies and beneath the infinite underworld—what kind of world could this truly be? This is the tale of a transmigrator who, after thirty long years of hardship, has finally gained the favor of a golden finger and embarked on the path of cultivation in a world of myth and legend.

“One accidental signature, and now the legendary Shadow Queen is living in my house... wearing my T-shirts and refusing to leave! She claims to be cursed with laziness, but why did I just witness her destroy a monster with one finger? And why does she keep looking at me like I’m her next target? Someone help—I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

Bruce died and woke up one day in a different universe. Humanity in this universe is one of the strongest races, and they comfortably sit on top of the universal food chain. People here had the opportunity to awaken their talents and step into the path of evolution, allowing them to destroy stars with a flick of their fingers and possess mystical, unfathomable powers... Bruce possesses the [Infinite Cipher] granting him an infinite storage of skills that refreshes every week! “I thought your skill was useless...?!” ”What do you mean, slow down time?!” “What do you mean, you discovered alchemy and formations?!” “What do you mean, you have 72 types of immortality?!” “This is completely unreasonable!!” While others struggled to acquire the skills on their evolutionary pathway, Bruce skills refresh every week... “I'm just a bit talented, that's all.”

Vierva was in the slave trade market broken and battered until one day a rich man name Dante decided to buy her. Originally he had planned to use her for her pretty face but as time went on he found himself unable to refuse her anything and relying deeply on her. He needed her. She had him wrapped around her pretty little fingers and he knew, he would do anything for her. He knew she was using him, and that he probably deserved it, that slave girl he saved, he realized she wasn't the innocent person he thought he could use, she was strong, and powerful, and took what she want, and now she was going to use him.

When a mysterious massacre wipes out an entire crime family in Lagos, Nigeria, all fingers point to a ghost organization long thought extinct — the Black Fog Syndicate. A cynical, cold ex-investigator turned forensic cleaner, Ikenna Odu, is reluctantly pulled back into the world he abandoned. As alliances shatter, lieutenants turn traitors, and law enforcement is compromised at every level, Ikenna must untangle a decades-old conspiracy before he becomes the next casualty. But there’s a catch: the enemy may already be within his own circle.

Life in a fantasy world isn’t the grand adventure the stories promise. Surviving in a land overrun by monsters is a constant struggle, where danger lurks at every turn and death is the only certainty. Happiness? Love? Luxuries for those who can afford them. In a society where magic is a rare privilege, power means everything. And despite decades of relentless effort, Dylan never managed to claim his share. Stuck in the lowest ranks of the army, he could do nothing as war consumed the continent… until his life came to a bitter, meaningless end, drowning in regret. But death wasn’t the end. Now, given a second chance, he refuses to be crushed by fate once more. This time, he’ll seize what once slipped through his fingers—a name he can’t forget.

What if that red string isn't just a fantasy? What if you can see the strings in your fingers and you can touch and even follow it? I look down at my hands, the very hands I've grown tired of seeing for the past 17 years of my life. The same hands that have never felt another's in a different way I imagined. My thumb. My index finger. My middle finger. My ring finger. And lastly, my left pinky. You are probably sharp enough to have already figured it out. Yes. Except my right pinky finger—every single one of my fingers in my both hands—has a red string tied to it. I would like to say that this is a dream but trust me, you don't want to know how heavy it is. No, I don't mean the weight of the strings. But the burden of having a 9 fated partners.