Forearm Stretcher

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

When justice fails, vengeance takes its place. After his daughter Vanessa suffers a tragic fate at the hands of those she trusted, Horris turns to the one thing more powerful than the law—something ancient, something forbidden. With a single curse, he condemns the world to a slow, merciless death. No one is spared. A nameless plague spreads, twisting flesh, corrupting minds, and reducing order to chaos. As civilization crumbles, the truth becomes clear: this is no ordinary disease. It is retribution. And in a world where the guilty walk free, no one is truly innocent. ... Hours Later… Darius arrived at the hospital, and what he saw terrified him. Dozens of people lay writhing in agony, blood gushing from every opening in their bodies. Reporters, paramedics, and police officers surrounded the area, trying to make sense of the outbreak. “We’re here live at Stanbridge National Hospital, where it appears a deadly disease has broken out,” a reporter said, speaking into the camera. “Symptoms include uncontrollable screaming and severe bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.” Darius’ heart pounded. His mind kept flashing back to Horris’ curse. The Doombringer. He scanned the scene and finally spotted Betty, sitting in an ambulance. Stephan lay unconscious on a stretcher beside her. He rushed forward, but the paramedics blocked his path. “That’s my wife!” he protested. “I need to see if she’s okay!” “Sir, now’s not the time,” a paramedic said. “There’s an outbreak, and we have no idea how it spreads. For your safety—and for everyone else’s—we advise you to leave immediately.” “Please, I have to see them,” Darius begged. Before the paramedic could respond, Darius noticed something crawling on the man’s shoulder. “There’s something on you—” The paramedic turned his head—just as the worm leaped onto his neck. The second it burrowed into his skin, the man’s body seized up. A strangled scream tore from his lips as blood exploded from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Darius staggered back in horror. Everywhere he looked, people were screaming. Even the reporter who had been live was now convulsing on the ground, her camera abandoned beside her. A single word echoed in Darius’ mind. Doombringer.

Eric Crown rushed into the hospital, carrying the injured woman mindful of the fact that she is heavily pregnant. He left his assistant Andrew behind, who was trying to catch up with him. Andrew had tried to carry the woman from Eric but he refused to allow him or even allowed his driver touch her. ""Somebody help me" Eric immediately alarmed the hospital nurse at the reception immediately he entered with the injured woman. The emergency staff and nurses ran to him immediately seeing the injured woman in Eric's arms. Doctor what can be done for her Eric asked she is so seriously injured. We have to get the baby out of her first, the doctor replied assessing her injuries. We will try to save her life, I hope the baby is still alive the doctor added. What! Eric exclaimed shock. Take her to the operating theatre the doctor instructedthe emergency personnel there. The nurses and emergency staff put her on a hospital stretcher, and started wheeling her to the operation theatre. A nurse came with some papers for Eric to sign, he didn't even look at them he just signed. Dr. Robert, the medical director of the hospital was already informed of Eric's coiming. He just got to Eric at this time and asked who the woman involved in the accident was? Eric, still in shock with blood all over his shirt and trousers turned to Dr. Robert puzzled. What does that have to do with anything ? Dr. Robert was surprised by Eric's answer. Mr. Crown, I wanted to know if she was a family member he explained. No, I don't know her. She was hit by my car and we just rushed her here. Dr. Robert has known Eric for a long time, well known for his compassion and charity work but he never get emotionally involved. From the look on Eric's face, Dr. Robert felt there can only be one explanation then asked "were you driving" ? No, my driver was Eric answered. I see, you don't need to wait. Be rest assured we will take good care of her, it's just that from what I have seen she is in a critical condition. How critical Eric asked Dr. Robert. She might not survive Dr.Robert answered heavily, we were all quiet until a nurse came and told Dr. Robert they were ready for him at the operating theatre, he left with the nurse. She can't die, she cannot die Eric told himself. He felt this strong sense of attachment to her. Why is he feeling like this? As if, as if we have met before he thought. Sir, sir. sir? Andrew called out, touching Eric's shoulder lightly. Eric don't know how long he stood there but he suddenly realized Andrew was calling out to him. Sir, you need to change, there is a rest room over there Andrew said holding a change of clothes for him and pointing toward the restroom. Eric just continued to sit there, dazed! The incident playing over and over again in his mind. How come she was on the road at this time of the night? He wondered. She is heavily pregnant, why would any man allow his wife to move around at this time of the night?, and she was alone. Come to think about it, Eric didn't notice any wedding ring on her he thought, probably he didn't look properly. Mr. Crown, a nurse called out . Eric Crown looked up at her wondering when he sat down. Andrew immediately asked her what she wanted We need to know her name for our records she said We don't know Andrew answered.. But... It's an emergency, we had to rush her here, she was already unconscious Andrew explained. Then Dr. Robert suddenly came out of the Operating theatre, pulling off his face mask. We stood up as he walked toward us, eager for news . You have a baby girl Dr. Robert said smiling Me ? Eric asked surprised!

Again and again. Over a thousand times Rayhan failed to save the world, to save the ones that he loves but he keeps failing. But he was still determined to win. Valen mumbled and snickered as he read his favourite novel. Smack! Valen fell to the floor and dropped his phone, with one hand on his throbbing cheek, he looked to see who had hit him but he already knew. His breathing, unsteady and his heart pounding. Valen stood up and went back to his seat ignoring the dark haired fiend that had struck him. Smack! Valen was hit again by the fiend. This time, Valen lost his timid coolness, but before he could fight back, he heard screams and felt the school building shake. He looked around to see what was happening and his body trembled with fear and excitement. He saw a raven black haired male with sharp brown eyes and a chiselled jawline. It was Rayhan. And with him was his cohort. Valen was confused, more so shocked. But before he could take it all in, he saw all sorts of monsters and beasts pouring out the 'gates'. All of the students in the school attempted to flee but as some succumbed to the monsters they all ran to hide. At the moment the heroes, along with Rayhan, fought the strongest and didn't seem to understand their situation, Valen on the other hand hid inside his locker. He never knew that the novel he loved reading all these years would be real, better yet come to his life. At first, it was very popular but soon, only Valen was left. Valen closed his eyes and waited for the chaos and turmoil to pass with time, hours and hours flew and it seemed the situation was calming down a bit. Valen left the safety of the locker and looked around. He looked left and then right; nothing. He walked around the hall and from time to time he would look outside the windows to see if the heroes were still fighting the major beasts; which they were. Tack! Tack! Tack! A hideous Cerberus charged at Valen and lunged in his direction, Valen clumsily threw himself out of harms way in an attempt to save himself. The Cerberus charged again, this time there was no chance of his prey escaping, Valen found himself backed up against a wall, on his left and right were more walls and behind him was the door to the janitor's room. The Cerberus opened it's maw, revealing it's long sharp teeth and bit into Valen's arms and forearms as he protected his head. Valen gritted his teeth and his mind was blind with fury. He couldn't die, not when his favourite novel somehow came to life. Not before he met the Hero and his cohort. Valen screamed as the pain and agony of his arms being torn off suddenly became unbearable. Valen soon saw dark, he was losing consciousness. System Alert! Achievement reached New Skill unlocked! Berserker [??? Rank] Name: Valen Arrenhoun Age: 17 Sex: Male Race: Human Rank: Awakened G Rank Potential: [???] Skills: Berserker... Manuals: None

Wilkfang is a creative narrative designed to help a friend's son promote his WOW stream. It's essential to clarify that this story does not represent his raids or streaming experiences; it is purely fictional. Furthermore, the narrative does not revolve around my friend's son, as the main character is an accountant, which is not his profession. I choose not to reveal his name at this moment, as he needs to establish a biography and give me permission to share it. Regarding the series, I will be releasing chapters 01 and 02 simultaneously since the story unfolds gradually. My aim is to provide readers with the best value for their reading time. Additionally, I will publish it in novel format, alongside a collection of short stories corresponding to the chapters. This way, if anyone finds they’re not enjoying the tale, they won’t feel like they’ve wasted much time or money. Based on the feedback and popularity, Wilkfang may also be developed into audiobooks. Introduction : Eventually, the violent shaking subsided. William remained extremely cold and shivering, even though the temperature in the medical trailer was approximately 85 degrees and he was wrapped in an electric blanket. "You should start to warm up after you eat," suggested one of the medics as she connected the IV. "Is that really necessary?" William inquired, glancing at the IV. "Absolutely," she replied. "First and foremost, you need hydration, which is crucial. It also contains mild pain relievers and antibiotics." William turned his gaze toward Henry. "Don't worry; I had it much worse," Henry remarked. "It was -15 degrees when I had my first experience." "But why am I so cold? It's 45 degrees outside. Sometimes I wear shorts when it's only 45. I can handle the cold; it's the heat that I can't stand," William asserted. The medical technician settled beside the stretcher. "You’ve entered a new realm, William. Once merely human, now you are considered a supernatural being. The cold is part of your transition." She paused to check the IV. "It won't always feel this way, and it will only get easier." He glanced at Henry, who nodded and smiled reassuringly. "All the wolves here have undergone this transformation," the medic continued. "As you can see, they are doing well." She looked toward the door, where group members were trying to check in on William. "See? They care about you, but I’m not worried. I know you’ll be fine." "I thought werewolves were hard to kill. Why the need for antibiotics?" William questioned. The medical technician met his gaze. "You're correct; 'werewolves' are indeed quite difficult to kill. However, in comparison, humans are very fragile. While the condition enhances the immune system and accelerates healing, it doesn’t provide immunity to everything. A wolf can take a bullet to the head, and experience a brief headache and momentary confusion, but its body will expel the bullet, allowing it to keep charging. As we know, most humans would be killed instantly." "It's also my responsibility to keep your human body functioning," she added.

"3, 2, 1… FIGHT!" the referee shouted. Both of the fighters threw punches at each other, and the crowd cheered. Benjo got hit, Chad got punched, and they just kept striking each other. In the video's of their previous fights they made me watch, they just wrestled and pinned each other, and it was boring. Chad got knocked to the ground and got up once more, then Benjo did the same. Mark and I watched in silence, closely. A lot of minutes later, both of the fighters ran out of breath and just stood meters away from each other, each taking a moment to catch their breath. Both of them really gave their all in the fight, they really showed how much they hate each other. The crowd grew silent, and I looked at Mark, "Damn, that was badass!" "Yeah, I agre-" "WHAT IS THAT!" someone shouted while Mark was talking. I look at the fighters, something glowing caught my eye. Their forearm to their fist, is glowing, glowing and blazing with yellow aura, yellow particles are coming out of the aura like a kindling fire. The crowd are in amazement, and I take a closer look. I saw a lion beside each of the fighters. Two lions, one lion beside Chad, and one lion beside Benjo. Both of the lion are growling at each other. Wait, a lion? When did it get there? There shouldn't be supposed to be lions around here.

[Mature Content] ||| this is a fantasy soulmates romance set in an Urban setting with lots of deeply traumatic backstories and many deaths on the way, in a magical ancient academy, and with one of the main plots being revenge. there are countless types of mythical creatures and all coexisting in our very world. ||| dual point of view one love interest ||| As I closed the portal I opened with my spatial magic after both of my idiotic brothers crossed it, they turned to me with a wide and mischievous grin and before I could open a portal to get out of here, Apollo held me back by my forearm and Atlas took my ear pods out of my ears. I hate when he does that. Can they understand that if I'm with pods on, it's 'cause I have no intention of talking with people? "...phone?" I blinked and stared at my snow-white haired brothers, wondering how would I look if I had their snow wavy hair and golden eyes instead of how I came out. I mean, I do magically dye my hair crimson red and use golden lens since ever, but my actual looks are nothing like that. I didn't really took dad's hair or his midnight blue eyes, or mom's golden eyes and her baby pink wavy hair either. I'm just... Weird. Hot? Absolutely. But weird. Thankfully my brothers no better than to tell anyone about how I actually look like. In fact, it's been such a long time since I just rested in front of anyone, including, looking like I naturally am, that they might have forgotten it by now. Also another reason why I don't shift into my dragon in front of absolutely no one, except when I'm in a personal training in vacation with dad, even though he's not a dragon but a vampire, I feel okay to be myself for once. Even more comfortable than I feel with my two brothers. Maybe 'cause I'm bitter that I don't look like them or our parents at all. I mean, my features are a bit like mom were, according to dad, but it's been 9 years now, as painful as it is to admit, I don't remember mom so vividly anymore. One more reason for me to kill Lust-Rhae Evangeline Python, the Archangel Queen, that fucking bitch who killed mom after she killed her husband by self-fucking-defense after he attacked her. I mean, what did she expect? That the Dragon Queen would just watch Wrath-Grey Zade Cervenka try to kill dad and be fucking okay with it? Fuck no. They were mates after all. The Demon King brought that to himself, but that bitch couldn't handle it and came after mom when dad wasn't around and killed her. In front of me. And I am supposed to put up with her rebel twin kids, Pride-Niklaus and Vain-Dove? You really think that would be a good idea? I want to kill both of them before I kill her, just for her to taste how it feel to have a loved one being killed right on front of you as you watch it helplessly. ||| English is not my first language. It's original by me.

To save her family from dying unjustly like they did in her previous life she has to marry a Prince rumored to be a demon. A marriage that was only a deal on paper turns to something they both can't resist. ** Two people who transverse through a lifetime of difficulty and hardship only to find each other again in another lifetime. Will their love transcend over the forces of time and the evil that lurks behind the power of a wish? Or will fate tear them apart to regain the world's stability. *************** Excerpt "How ridiculous, just because you saved my life, now I have to pay you back by marrying you?" Hamon looked strangely terrifying as he gave her a mocking laugh. If he wasn't already wounded Ara might've beat that laugh off his face, for her own peace of mind. "Your Highness if you keep laughing like that, your wound will open." Her voice sounded muffled behind the armor making it quite gruff. "Shut your disgusting mouth, even your voice is disgusting." "Your Highness, listen to what I ha-" "I'm going to say this one last time. I'm not going to marry you....so You can take your sorry self and leave this place right now while am being nice!" Ara wanted to fume At him when he kept on interrupting her again and again. 'He thinks I'm disgusting, after I risked my life to save him? What an arrogant pompous Prince!' Despite her anger boiling beneath the surface, she said in a calm voice. "Can you please just listen to me first?" __ Excerpt 'Without Arabella...Hamon is nothing.' 'Die? How will you die when I'll be here to bring you back? Not even death can take you away from me, wife.' 'If anything happens to you...I will ruin the entire world!' Memories of his words to his wife began to echo in his head, then images of her smiling face. And what she said earlier. 'If you tell me to split up with you again, I'll get very mad at you. And I won't allow you hold me to sleep tonight!' 'Hamon, I'll be dead before I leave your side, I am your wife and once your soldier, I am not a coward. I am staying by your side!' Hamon sat frozen on the cold forest ground as he held Ara's dead body in his arms. There was no longer any signs of tears in his eyes, all that was left was a pair of soulless eyes. He slowly glanced down at her pale lifeless face, the reality began to sink to his mind. His wife was dead, Ara was dead... She died saving him, taking the arrows meant for him. As those thoughts went through his mind, his face slowly began to darken, like cloudy storms of an incoming typhoon that could tear the skies and the earth apart, gradually his forearms veins started to turn purple and it spread to his neck veins and forehead. He pulled away from Ara's body and stood to his feet. Eyes as red as blood, claws long and sharp pierced through his fingers cutting his skin, but he didn't so much as flinch as the blood dripped from them. Purple dark veins appeared on his face as his sharp fangs peeked out of his clenched lips. There the Demon stood with flames blazing in his hands, it looked nothing like Hamon. Just his soulless eyes were enough to make one crawl away in fright. __ Note: this book is a slow burn romance, and there's no major tragedy. You can also check out my other book. Title: Bound To The Ice Dragon King Happy reading!

"Wh-who the hell are you and why are you kissing me!?" With Aranea backing away as she hid her lips with her forearm, the blue-haired man who came out of nowhere approached her, making Aranea stand up abruptly but was suddenly stopped when he knelt down right in front of her. "Where is my phone!? Why did you turn into a human being? Why did you kiss me!?" Ignoring her series of questions, the man held her right hand then he kissed the back of her palm, introducing himself to her—everyone flabbergasted with what he said. "My name is Leonel. I am your loyal familiar that you have summoned, Aranea Griffin." *** Aranea Griffin, together with her twin sister, Elenea Griffin, received an invitation to enroll in a magic school. Their foster mother was ecstatic to receive such news! However, she felt doubt on how Aranea had received the invitation when they knew that she did not possess any magical powers compared to her twin sister having musical, healing powers! That was what most people thought... until Aranea kissed her phone, transforming it into a man who claimed to be her loyal familiar! Maybe Aranea may not be as powerless as they think she is... ~ CLARIFICATION: Despite the book having the word harem and the reverse harem tag, they don't share the same FL like what is seen in other stories. Put it simply: each familiar has their own love interest and each of them have their own back story. [WARNING: Some chapters of the book may contain mature R-18 content.] Cover commissioned to: Chainslock Update Schedule: HIATUS Information about the cover: The cover will change along with the story. With the familiars that Aranea will unlock, the chibi character will no longer be dimmed. ;) So stay tuned, and enjoy the story! Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

He had been the best assassin of all time in his world and when he was finally killed, a goddess took the opportunity to send his soul into the body of a boy in another world who was weak for now but who was destined to become the most powerful mage of this world. This young boy was called Kevin and he decided to take his identity as he had kept his memories. The only thing he had in common with him was that they were both orphans, but Kevin had a weak mind and a weak body, in short, everything he hated the most. After successfully entering the Sun Sect as a mage, he managed to open the book Kevin had inherited from his parents and which he had been unable to open. What was his surprise when he realized that this book had turned into a System that allowed him to level up like in the virtual reality games he used to play in his home world. With the help of this System he will fufill his wish, he will become the most powerful humans of this world, not even shapeshifters or demons will be able to do anything to him. ………… Kevin turned his head towards him and seeing that he was still naked he said, looking away again : "Get dressed first, then we'll talk." Axel found some clothes that looked loose and put them on right away, he also took a pair of daggers whose blades were just a little shorter than his forearms, and he then approached Kevin and hugged him from behind. Kevin let him doing whatever he wanted, even though one of his daggers was now very close to his throat, Axel said to him close to his ear : "I want to trust you Kevin, so give me a good reason to." Kevin then asked him : "What do you want to know ?" Axel sighed, threatening Kevin with his own daggers won't do him any good, and he risked breaking the bond they were just making. He then took a decision and planted the two daggers in the ground in front of them, he ran his hands under Kevin's sweater and circled his waist with them, pressing him more against him. Kevin hadn't expected this turn of event and he felt his heartbeat quicken. Axel's hands were warm and he could feel his huge erection against him, one thing was sure, it was that he didn't let him indifferent. …………. WARNING this is not a slowburn romance and it's a R18 BL novel with lots spicy scenes so if you like reading 100 chapters before the mc and ml kiss for the first time just skip this story it's definitely not for you Otherwise, follow the adventures of our two heroes, if you love worlds filled with mysterious creatures, magic, fights, dungeons, a System that allows you to level up quickly, and a unique and powerful love story then this story is for you. ……………. If you like this story give a try to my other novels : The Divine Mage System The Celestial Phoenix and His Guardian (BL) Reincarnated to save the universe (GL/BL) New Update : Sunday/Monday/Wednesday/Friday/Saturday Enjoy your reading time and don’t forget to vote, to comment, and to review :)  

(Completed) This is the first novel I've ever written, please be nice. “Whoever freed me made a mistake, because I'll only bring death and carnage in my wake.” A mysterious voice proposed: “How about we do it together baby?” A-Xuan spent his entire life fighting to be able to live well since he was an orphan with no one at his side. All he did was work and go to school until he got a well-paying job in a famous high-tech company. Just before he could enjoy the fruit of his hard labor, he was abducted and became a slave to a cannon fodder system CF. From then on started his miserable journey. For over 20 000 years he suffered misfortune after misfortune as he traveled from world to world. Each body he inhabited lived a terrible life until its painful end. Between each world, he only had a few moments in the Locus space before he had to move on until it turned into freedom. A-Xuan studied the interface in his forearm, and then looked at his status in the CF system. He smiled and looked around the stary place. He watched as a shooting star passed in front of him. A-Xuan reached out and destroyed the star in pieces with a vicious smile. Now that he is free, he'll use the CF system as it should've been used. He'll cause immeasurable damage and suffering to anyone who had a hand in the extermination of all the bodies he'll inhabit. A-Xuan reached for the nearest star and disappeared with a malicious smile. Arc 01: Modern Era (15 Chapters)✔ Arc 02: Abo (10 Chapters)✔ Arc 03: Actor (13 Chapters)✔ Arc 04: Vampire (13 Chapters)✔ Arc 05: Interstellar (8 Chapters)✔ Arc 06: Mafia (10 Chapters)✔ Arc 07: Ancient Era (8 Chapters)✔ Arc 08: Witch (13 Chapters)✔ Arc 09: Ger (14 Chapters)✔ Arc 10: Fairy (14 Chapters)✔ Arc 11: Origin (16 Chapters)✔ Arc 12: Apocalypse (10 Chapters)✔ Arc 13: Gods Realm (9 Chapters)✔ *********************************

A fantasy parody heavily inspired by Dungeon and Dragons. Does this novel take itself seriously? Fuck no. Is it good? Probably not. A young hero with massive forearms goes on an adventure, after being kicked out of the house at 2 and a half years old.

Kim Yoora is one of the most famous writers in the Capital. She has printed a lot of books with the Thriller and Horror genre. Thought that is broad and open, taking her too deep into the world which is very stressful and always makes the heart of the reader racing. One time editor Kim Yoora wanted a fantasy story with a royal setting. This is indeed a challenge for Kim Yoora. She has never written a single story about this genre. To hone Kim Yoora's skills, she said yes to her editor's words. To create a fantasy story with a royal setting. Until one day, when she was on vacation with her editor Han Soo Lee, and looking for references for her new story. Kim Yoora even felt that her body was pulled by a whirlpool and made herself into another world. A world where everyone still uses a stretcher and horse as a means of transportation. She becomes the main character in the story she made by herself. How is the story of Kim Yoora, can she return to modern times, or even live to death in the kingdom? NB: Support my story' with comments, add to the library, and give me a power stone. Thank you.

[ WARNING: EXPLICIT LOVE SCENES] "She was going to pay...." Li Fei is a renowned model, socialite, a spoilt daughter and heiress of the wealthy Li family. On one dreadful night, she causes an accident which ended up killing the pregnant wife of the most powerful man in the whole of Asia, Jin Liwei who vows to make her life a living hell. How far will Jin Liwei go to make Li Fei's life miserable? _______________________ #Excerpt The sound of an ambulance siren wails as it makes its way to the emergency entrance of Paramount hospital. Before it could park, the doors were pushed with great force and two nurses rushed out with a pregnant patient on a stretcher with an oxygen mask on her face. Jin Liwei jumped out of the ambulance with a panic striked face as he stared at his wife with spiritless eyes. The nurses seemed to be more in panic as they dragged the patient inside the hospital while calling the others to help them. The patient was immediately rushed to the ICU and Jin Liwei attempted to enter but he was stopped right at the entrance. "Please Young Master Jin Liwei, let us handle this," pleaded the doctor and he gave him a cold look before saying," She's my wife." The doctor gulped before saying," I know but you're presence won't be needed in here. It will only complicate things." Jin Liwei decided to listen to him for Jin Shan and their unborn baby. "Fine. I leave them in your hands," he said before stepping back and the doors of the operating room were shut close. Just then, his personal assistant Wang Mel approached him with hesitant steps well knowing how furious his Master was considering the way he cherishes the Young Miss. With a grave face, he bowed his head and said," I'm so sorry Master Jin about what happened!! How can I be of help to you?" "Find out the owner of the car and if they are dead, track down their family," he instructed his assistant who bowed once again before disappearing from the sight. He released a sigh of relief when he was told to do research work other than staying behind with his cold Boss. ___ "More of a man than I? You slept with him?!!" he asked and grabbed her wrist. She felt him squeezing her hand and she winced in pain. "Let go of me! You're hurting me," she screamed. "You slept with him, yes or no?!" he asked again with a murderous voice and she quickly said," No, I didn't." It was then that he released her arm and she rubbed her wrist with her other hand before muttering" You're a beast." He chuckled before replying, "And you're beauty." The glare in her eyes intensified.

"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say." What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell. "A necklace!" "So be it." She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob. She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs. That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away... * * * Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems. It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest. He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems. * * * DISCLAIMER TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE} FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING. THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS. SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE. PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR. TO BE FOREWARNED IS TO BE FOREARMED. THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.

"Where am I?" "That's none of your concern." "If my location isn't my concern, then whose is it?" "Mine, and I know, so you're fine." He finally was able to yank me on top of him. I elbowed his face trying to get up once again. "Look, I told you already. I don't know what the fuck you think this is, but I am not the fucking one. Don't test me. Get your hands off of me or I swear to god I'll choke you." "I'd enjoy it." the minute the words left his mouth I punched him in the throat then pressed my forearm into his neck as he sputtered. "I told you not to test me. You may think you're crazy, but I promise you I'm crazier." He smirked up at me and my stomach dropped. Maybe I was wrong. _________________________________________________ Nani figures that her kidnapping is the worst thing that can happen to her. But when she uncovers something much bigger than her is at stake, she is thrown into a world of lies, fake love, seduction, betrayal, espionage, and danger. Time is running out for her to save millions of people, all while she deals with a lunatic who has decided he must have her at any cost. If she wasn't crazy before, this would be her breaking point. ATTENTION: If you think this will be that book where the female is okay with being beaten, raped, and treated like property, I am warning you. Nani is not the one. She will not play those games. IN THIS HOUSE WE DO NOT STAN RAPE, ABUSE, MISOGYNY, STUPIDITY, AND HEADASSERY.

"you can do anything you want." Lee's voice glided along his senses. "long as you don't touch the controls". Pinching his eyes shut, he folded his arms, tried not to clutch the fabric of his suit coat. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His stomach whirled. "I'm right beside you",Lee said into the headphones when the plane began to move. He listened to her voice while she gave their coordinate to the seattle tower, and the plane skimmed the ocean, lifted, buzzed into the sky. He listened to the tone of her words more than their meaning. That assured tone, the quiet, steady tone. And when he bit the inside of his cheek, he felt her fingers curve around his forearm. "you'll be okay with me". And in that heartbeat, Rogan believed her. He really did... She never believed that an unexpected pregnancy or handsome new passenger would push her carefully mapped out plans wildly off course! But charter pilot Lee Tait had to focus on her business and she couldn't bear the thought of getting hurt again. She and her baby would be just fine on their own. As soon as widowed single dad Rogan Matt met vivacious Lee, he felt the pieces of his shattered heart began to mend. Now all he had to do was convince the beautiful pilot that some risks in life are worth taking......

Cami had it enough after having breakups one after the other. She contemplated on the possiblity that her prince charming, her soul mate must have been in a coma all this time. A perfect reason to console her on why he still has not found her. She was contented with this idea until one morning, after her night shift duty as a nurse, amidst the commotion among doctors and other nurses caused by an emergency from a road accident, she saw him He was silently trailng behind the nurses pushing a stretcher with a wounded and bloody man laying on it; as he nonchalany glanced at her. She was staring back at her and watched him walking until he dsappeared into a room along with the doctors and nurses. "That might be him, she told herself", her soul mate

# CRYBABY A stranger! Lu An'an married a stranger! She heard that the man was extremely ugly and was a sex masochist despite his old age, but she could not reject him for the sake of her family. On their wedding night, she thought about how she would leave her parents and brother completely in the future and spend the rest of her life living with the rumored sexual abuse… The more Lu An'an thought about it, the more worried she became and the more terrified she became. Her tears started gushing out even more violently. At this moment, a coarse and warm hand gently lifted her face. "So beautiful, how did you know I like to see others cry?" Oh, my god! He— he was truly a pervert! Lu An'an shivered. Although he looked very young and good-looking, with deep-set eyes and thick eyelashes, and he had a smile like a sun, she would never tolerate such a terrifying hobby, much less cooperate with it! "It's just a business marriage between us. I hope we can... respect each other after we get married," said Lu An'an after mustering up all her courage. Her tears turned the handsome man's features blurry. However, Yan Yunge merely chuckled and kissed her tears away. "Don't worry, you'll like it." Looking at the huge object that was as thick as a forearm staring straight at her with its head held high and chest puffed out, Lu An'an could not help but shake her head. Yan Yunge whipped out his pocket-sized pistol and looked at her with a cheeky smile. "One of these guns is going to enter your body. Choose it yourself." She—she did not want to choose any of them. She wanted a divorce! Yan Yunge's breathing became heavier. "Then, can I choose for you? Why don't we put both of them in?"

"Yeah..." he trailed off resting his back, holding his forearms up to keep him in place, "but it's still boring, who wants to be a goodie two shoes for the rest of their life, live a little, angel," I rolled my eyes at that, I don't even know why he's talking to me or even why he's talking about this, the guy is rich, he can get into millions of trouble, he's future is still safe and secure. "It's okay to break few rules but for me, it ruins the perfect future you have planned out," I said. "Perfect is fucking boring."

Rohan was transmigrated into an unknown world. But he was not alone because whole humanity was transmigrated into that same world. The people were given chance to become a lord and create their own empire. they were given a crystal ball which can give you resources and troops if you place it on a land where you wanna start your empire making journey. Every person was given this same chance so they accepted it. Every person get troops of intelligent beings. the troops can make buildings,equipment and etc. they can also fight for you. Every person got troop according to their personality and mindset. the troops were mainly consists of human,elf and drawfs. they were intelligent and knows what to do so it was easy for the humans who were chosen as lord to become powerful. but there was one person who got different kind of troops. unlike other people who get mainly intelligent troops from the start. Rohans troops were actually slimes and goblins. What he got from Novice pack was not Crystal ball but a big deer horn which was bigger and wider than his forearm. the troops he received were monsters with low intelligence but 100% loyalty. unlike other people who got chance to become an emperor. Rohan got chance to become demon god. but that was not all he also got his exclusive SSS- grade talent which was '100x for everything.'

I am standing in the middle of the large body of water. Where am I? The ocean? Is this what the ocean looks like? Everywhere I turned it was water. Water so still it looked like mirror. Just a short distance from where I stood, I saw a woman, clad in black leather and Nylphiric Steel knives strapped at her belt, and forearms. I suspect, there are more tucked in her boots. Her hair is as black as mine, braided tightly on her head and touched just above her lower back; and her eyes, her eyes caught mine.Swirls with different shades of silver and ocher, moved like a void within. As I tried to take a step closer, I sank.

An ancient promise and romance cursed by the heavens, a war that will rewrite history, and revenge for unforgivable crimes make this a book you can't miss! Dark storm clouds rolled over the jagged peaks of the mountain obscuring the morning sun. Horses stomped with anticipation as their riders clad in black armor watched the valley below. Grotesque demons and corpses alike growled with hunger as the smell of war permeated the winds blowing up the baren rocky mountain. Echoes of howling hellhounds haunted the ears of everyone in their presence as they patrolled the front lines. Their leader stood determined ahead of his army with a shred of red blood-soaked fabric wrapped around his forearm. This was only the beginning of his revenge. . . ***Mature Content Warning *** may not be suitable for all readers.

"She has a weak pulse." A strange voice said when Gwen began to regain conciseness, the hardwood floor of her apartment seemed to give way to the earthly smells of the burrow. "Intriguing." The dwarf stood over Gwen; his hands were rough as they held her head in his lap. "On three, 1, 2, 3" on three Gwen felt as if she was floating, it took a second for her body to register the Rigid Stretcher in conjunction with the cervical collar, head immobilizer, and restraint straps. "I do not know if you can hear me child, but pick one. Choose an anchor." The dwarf's words felt like instructions. Like he was trying to guide her. "Let's get her to the elevator, dispatch we have a female, 25 years old, head trauma." Gwen could not see what was going on; her vision was lost to the wash of bright lights and blood that covered her face. "Is she going to be okay?" Gwen recognized that voice, it was Marci, and she was in such distress Gwen could smell the mossy earth all around her; then the distinct smell of city air, filled with smog. She could swear she heard the gentle pops of the small fire that was present in the dwarf's manor, yet still feel the bumps of potholes. In one instant, Gwen could hear a loud ear-shattering siren, next the soft pleads of the old dwarf. Then nothing, all the sounds melted away. The perplexing images just stopped, and in that brief moment, everything seemed to become calm. She found comfort in that calm, and then she faded into the black.

"you can do anything you want." Lee's voice glided along his senses. "long as you don't touch the controls". Pinching his eyes shut, he folded his arms, tried not to clutch the fabric of his suit coat. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His stomach whirled. "I'm right beside you",Lee said into the headphones when the plane began to move. He listened to her voice while she gave their coordinate to the seattle tower, and the plane skimmed the ocean, lifted, buzzed into the sky. He listened to the tone of her words more than their meaning. That assured tone, the quiet, steady tone. And when he bit the inside of his cheek, he felt her fingers curve around his forearm. "you'll be okay with me". And in that heartbeat, Rogan believed her. He really did... She never believed that an unexpected pregnancy or handsome new passenger would push her carefully mapped out plans wildly off course! But charter pilot Lee Tait had to focus on her business and she couldn't bear the thought of getting hurt again. She and her baby would be just fine on their own. As soon as widowed single dad Rogan Matt met vivacious Lee, he felt the pieces of his shattered heart began to mend. Now all he had to do was convince the beautiful pilot that some risks in life are worth taking......

Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, blurring the neon tapestry of the city below. Ava, perched on the edge of the rooftop balcony, barely noticed. The once-tepid coffee in her hand had grown cold, forgotten as she traced the jagged scar along her forearm – a constant reminder of the life she'd left behind. At 38, Ava had it all. A sculpted physique honed from years of relentless training, cascading dark hair that defied the city's grime, and a face that could launch a thousand ships. Even the designer silk of her pajamas couldn't disguise the coiled tension beneath her flawless exterior. The past flickered behind her eyes – a montage of academic excellence, effortless popularity, and a picture-perfect fiance waiting at the altar. Life, it seemed, had unfolded according to a meticulously crafted script. Yet, a hollowness gnawed at her, a void no amount of success could fill. It was a dull ache, a yearning for something more, something she couldn't quite grasp. Tonight, the ache was a roar. A single tear traced a path through the rain-streaked grime on her cheek. Ava wasn't the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect fiancee anymore. She was adrift, unmoored from the life she'd built, desperate to find the missing piece that would finally silence the scream within.

Someone was licking down her neck. It must be part of a dream… a very vivid one. Electrical impulses sprung up through the blood vessels of her body. “It’s you who planned tonight, but you’re treating me as if I’m the unscrupulous one.” “What the hell?!” I had to give up saying any more words. It was strangely stimulating. It was like she was wearing someone else’s body and not her own. Her gaze stopped on the snake-shaped tattoo on his forearm. “Um, maybe… Of course not… You’re not Red Ross, the Duke of Vermont, are you?” “What answer do you want to hear? Do you mean you want to erase the night you spend with me from your mind?” Red Ross, the Duke of Vermont, married Berlin of the Aphrin family. She was a villain who died a year after doing all kinds of evil, without ever being loved. War, famine, raids by demons, natural disasters… A list of misfortunes that she had described for fun at random came to mind. “I’ll leave in a year. I’m a different person now.” It was unfair, but since the novel was written by me, I tried to change it somehow. But the original male lead is now obsessed with me?

For his whole life, Kagawa Izanagi has had a strange mark that strongly resembles a snake on his right forearm. When he was a child, he heard a woman's voice in his head tell him that when the time comes, the snake deity known as Jagiri would lend Izanagi its power, and he would become the next snake deity. Because of this, Izanagi has nightmares about it every night. Fast forward, Izanagi is in his third high school year. Izanagi is a loner has a delinquent reputation. No one tries to become his friend, because of the "curse" that befalls anyone who tries to talk to him. His classmates attribute the curse to the snake mark on his arm, when the truth is, it began with a girl he met years back who uses the alias "Saki", whom he can't remember the identity or appearance of. One fateful night, when a group of students set out to kill Izanagi and end the "curse", the mythic Jagiri appears and fulfills the prophecy that Izanagi recieved long ago... Will the help of the Jagiri be enough to unmask the culprit of the tragedy around Izanagi and put an end to the true "Curse"?

"Open your eyes for me please. Let me see the desired in them." Lucius pleaded as he took her lips again. He had felt his own climax when she did. Her screams sending unending waves of pleasure to his cock. He had come fast and hard with a groan of his own and now he feared that he had hurt her. "Please." He pleaded again when she didn't respond. She was so deep in pleasure that she couldn't hear him. He felt an overwhelming happiness that he had given his soul mate that much pleasure. But he needed to be sure that it was indeed pleasure. He wanted to do right by her. He wanted her to tell him that she loved this. Monica opened her eyes slowly tears falling from it as she did. "Tears of pleasure?" He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer. Monica couldn't speak and she knew it. She didn't even try to speak her voice was clogged as so many emotions ran through her, the most outstanding being intense pleasure. I must enter you now." he warned her begging for permission. He didn't want to hurt her. She nodded in understanding but she knew as much as he did that gestures weren't enough. A promise came softly from her lips as she spread her knees wider for him." Take me because from this moment I'm yours." Settling between her legs, he balanced on his forearms. He shook with anticipation and need. His body was coiled, his chest on fire, his heart now a mallet swinging inside his chest. "By the great sun, it has never been like this." "Never?" Monica asked still in a cloud of her own desire. Her body had begun to writhe beneath his. Her sex smelled so sweet and beckoning. Lucius wanted to suckle her again going low but his other needs were too great. "Never." Much to his surprise, he felt his invisible binding tendrils release from his shoulders and arms, his legs, even his buttocks. He had felt this when he kissed her in the forest and when he was alone with her in the dining. Every time he saw her his body craved to be bound to her, there was no resisting it. "What is that sensation?" she asked. "Like fingers rippling over my skin." "The invisible binding ropes. I am so sorry, Monica I have waited for you for such a long time a century to be precise. The prophecy promised me a soul mate one who would be bound to me. I have waited so long to feel this pleasure. The pleasure my people who have been bound to their mates felt. I want this my body cannot resist it. My body feels a need to bind you to me I can't control it." *** Two humans are kidnapped and forcefully made to live as mates to the King of all Vampires and the strongest Alpha. They are both bound by one thing, their humanity_but other than that their fates are completely different. This is the story of the Vampire king Lucius the sun of Apollo who was cast down to earth by Zeus and his mortal mate, Monica. It features, The war and trepidation that surrounds the vampire kingdom. The humans they love and the humans that love them. The werewolves they align and the alpha's that make terrible decisions. Even the witches that threaten to extinct vampires are not left out of this tale. This is a story of love and war and no one is bound to play fair. warning: Contains mature content.

" a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool " Angelique Arcane spelt heartbreak. She had men and women falling to her feet like dominos only for their hearts to be crushed beneath her red soled stelletos with no remorse. Everything seemed effortless to her and tangling words into a mesh of lies was second nature. But she never knew another person with the same cyanide tongue who could defy her, up until she stepped into Crowndale university where Asher Roosevelt was hell bent on destroying her. ____________ Excerpt: His fingers grasped her forearms, a bruising grip as he wrenched Angelique closer causing her to crash against his iron hard body, one hand tangled itself into her hair, pulling lightly at the roots as he tilted her head to a side and leaned forward. Asher's lips were a hair's breath away from the shell of her ear, breath warm, a stark contrast to how chilled his words were "You wouldn't want to mess with me, Arcane." Angelique's heartbeat spiked but she didn't manifest it, rather veiling it under a confident facade as she fisted her slender fingers on his shirt, crumpling it "Maybe you wouldn't want to mess with me, Roosevelt." He inclined back, just enough to lock his gaze on the challenger, after all, Asher Roosevelt loved challenges. They entertained him, kept him from getting bored.