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[PARTS 100/100 PUBLISHED] [PARTS 94/100 REVISED AND EDITED] ⭐ Ranked #1 on Wattpad for "Cosmic Horror" and "Thought-provoking" Categories ⭐ Artwork for this novel is available on the Official DeviantArt Page here: https://www.deviantart.com/aizarikijaz ~ "EXISTENTIAL WOES", a song composed for this book and intended to be used for the trailer once its finished, is available on Spotify and Apple Music here: https://open.spotify.com/album/7ca13sfaeFENraFqAMNR1i?si=w612hymRSK2fC1xhFc146g https://music.apple.com/us/album/existential-woes-ep/1779593223 ~ The Official Instagram Page for "The Book of Abbadon" can be visited here: https://www.instagram.com/bookofabbadon/profilecard/?igsh=M2NyYnRuZm9iOHE= ... ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This story is targeted towards young adults and it contains Mature Content such as: - Vulgar Language - Graphic Depictions of Violence and Gore - Graphic Depictions of Sex and Nudity - Potentially Offensive Religious Themes You must be at least 18 years or older in order to read this story, and by reading it, you do so at your own risk. Reader's discretion is advised.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

[Warning: Smut content, Tentacled MC, Monster Girls, MILF, Mature, R18, Harem, No NTR, No Rape] "I only accept an equivalent trade. A wish for a wish. Body or soul, which one will you give me?" It was the same offer every time a mortal summoned him, the crown prince of the shadow realm and the lord of wrath, Azrael Shadowraven de Nightfall. The demons bowed their heads to him. All creatures, mortals, and even angels feared him. However, everything changed after he was sent for a secret mission in the mortal realm to expand his seven sins power. Hiding his identity among the mortals, the vampires were attracted by his royal blood. The mortals were either jealous or admired his abilities. The angels were curious about him. The demons wanted to kill him and take over his power. Little did he know, he had another hidden power sealed inside of him. Something terrifying that could turn him either into the ruler of the three realms or an evil that could destroy all beings. -------------- *Most of my story has a big harem, I'm not interested in writing a small harem with only two or three girls. The MC doesn't treat his woman as a sex object. Non-consensual relationship also not my thing. Tags: Mature Content , R-18 , Smut , Incest, Comedy , Tentacles, Monster Girls , Yandere , Succubus , Magic , Demons , Angels , Hybrid , Hiding Identity, Goddess , Devil , Battle Academy , Beasts , Action , Mystery , Overpowered , Strong to Stronger , Harem , System , Servants , Handsome Male Lead , Smart Male Lead and a little bit of Slice of Life. -------------- Other works: *The Incubus System *Dragon King's Harem *Dark Moon: Rise of The Dark King *Demon Lord's Succubus (Completed) -------------- Cover by commission from Deviantart My Discord: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG

[Warning: Mature content, R18, Harem, Monster Girls, No NTR, No Rape ] He was a prostitute who had a simple dream. Living in peace, going to college and getting a good job like an average man of his age. But when he decided to leave his old life behind and pursue his dream, he was killed by demons. But he got a second chance as a dragon king in a different world. A world filled with monsters and strange tribes that he had never seen before. As the protector of that foreign world, he tried his best to regain his power before the other tribes realized it. Then ... he discovered the secret of the Dragon King's power was he must build a harem ... ------------ Discord chanel: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG Cover by commission Demigods-4 from Deviantart Other works: *The Incubus System *Seven Sins System *Dark Moon: Rise of The Dark King *Demon Lord's Succubus (Completed)

In the year 6300 A.L. (Anno Lucis), the world is shackled beneath the iron fist of Britannia, a royal Marxist techno-empire forged through blood, betrayal, and secrets not of this Earth. After crushing North America in the 21st century with mechs and weapons rumored to be gifted by fallen angels, the Empire merged Canada, Mexico, and the United States into one continent-spanning regime — where 91 states became 30 districts, and rebellion became treason. Beneath the surface of this dystopia lies a mythos as ancient as time itself: The oracles whisper a name in fear .The Grim Harbinger. The one who will either cleanse the world… or burn it down. At only fifteen, Aryeh is thrust into a deadly elite military academy, where the students — brilliant, brutal, and loyal to the Empire — dominate through intellect and violence. He is mocked, underestimated, and surrounded by adversaries born from metahuman*- blood and mutant supremacy. Yet he does not bend. He does not break. His presence shakes the foundations of the very society that seeks to erase him. As war looms, and divine prophecy unfolds like a blade from its sheath, one question echoes louder than the thunder of rebellion: Will Aryeh become the savior of mankind… or its final curse? check out my deviantart for more details about the story including world building and character designs. https://www.deviantart.com/bbthechamp1/gallery

Arin Valkar doesn’t remember who he was, where he came from, or why he woke up in a cultivation sect with no pants. What he does know is pain. Glorious, bone-crushing, soul-tickling pain. Welcome to the Saint Morrow Sect—a prestigious place where Arin’s official job is to get punched. Repeatedly. Daily. Professionally. But surprise! Every blow makes him stronger. Literally. Thanks to a system that rewards suffering, Arin's path to power is paved with bruises, sarcasm, and the occasional near-death experience. Oh, and did we mention there’s a spy girl with murder in her eyes who might also be his biggest fan? This is the story of a man who found enlightenment not through meditation, but through becoming the sect’s most annoying masochist. Because sometimes, to break the heavens, you’ve gotta get broken first.

He was born from a wound the empire tried to seal. A child of silence — Ian — carved between a predator and a pawn. Damian, too gentle for war and too shattered to speak, was never meant to carry the heir of a tyrant. And yet, he did. Ciel, the brother who watched from the gilded shadows, raised the boy as his own — Not out of love, but out of penance. They built a home from glass, pretending it was gold. But glass remembers every crack. And so does Ian. When death took Damian like it takes the quiet ones, And grief buried Ciel soon after, the throne passed to Anaskin — the heir born of accident, raised to rule, never meant to love. But love found him anyway, in the form of a boy with his father’s eyes and his uncle’s ghosts. Ian smiles like a prince, but touches like a question that can’t be answered. He’s the empire’s last truth — and Anaskin’s final sin. In a palace of lies, who dares to love the wound? "He was born from a curse, but I kissed him like a prayer." or "To love him was treason. To leave him was death."

the hallways was always cold,and quiet the tickling sounds of blood added to the rythm like a fine tune like it always does before I woke up with a stab wound on four parts of my and the fifth was stitched up.

When Dot learns of the return of Queen Amber, she goes to the planet Earth to find five girls, worthy to be Lumen Knights. However, when those chosen prove to be unworthy, she ends up accidentally recruiting the unlikely people for the task: boys Cover unrelated to the book. I couldn't get one of a boy in a magical dress so...alas. Cover belongs to: Hacuubii from DeviantArt. This is a parody of most Precure shows and inspired by magical shows, namely Sailor Moon. Other than that, this is my own, original idea.

"I don't know what game you're playing," he murmured as they moved across the floor, "but marrying me was a dangerous move." "I didn't marry you," Isla hissed. "I don't even know you." "Then how do you explain this?" From his pocket, he produced a photo—a selfie of the two of them, her head on his shoulder, both smiling. Isla's heart pounded as she stared at the image. It was undeniably her, wearing a dress she'd never seen before. "That's... impossible," she whispered. "Where did you get this?" "It was on my phone the morning after our supposed wedding." His grip tightened slightly. "Along with hotel receipts, champagne charges, and this." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a watch—platinum with a navy face. Isla stared at it, a flash of something like memory tickling the edges of her mind. "What about that watch?" "According to the engraving, it was a wedding gift. From you." He turned it over, revealing tiny words etched into the back: To D, Forever Yours, I. Isla Bennett has it all—until she wakes up married to a stranger and pregnant with no memory of how she got there. With her career on the line and her past closing in, Isla must uncover the truth before everything unravels. But trusting her heart may be the most dangerous choice of all.

"Hello there, as you heard from whatever those strange words are, I’m basically a mushroom, but in reverse, instead of leeching energy off dying things, I give energy to… the dying? To those that ask for it? No no, that’s not it… hmmm… oh that’s right! To those that need it! Well, that’s how it was supposed to go, but something unexpected came up, I would say they are going completely overboard as they tried to kill me. All I know is that I helped someone in dire need of it and now, I’m being chased by these scary people, I can hide pretty good, but they are looking for me thoroughly, and they are somehow tracking me, all I can do is keep running, or would that be jumping? Oh, it doesn’t matter!” "I heard something over there!" ‽ ‽ ‽ "Oh shoot they heard me moving, I have to get going now, bye whoever you are, I wish you a good life!" Follow a unique little mushroom in a fantasy world where both nature and civilization are at the top, neither dominating nor succumbing to the other. Nature, monsters, animals, as strong as ever, and the humans, orcs, elves, demons, you name it, are just as proficient, each in their own way. Monsters hunting, killing, dominating the others... the sentient races gathering and growing for survival and betterment in their lives, and in the middle of all that, is our small, uncanny, mushroom friend… well, lets see what happens, shall we? (Art: “Shroom home” by Know-Kname on DeviantArt)

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

In "Fractals," Sarang embarks on a spectacular voyage as reality unravels. Join him on this mind-bending journey of mystery, intrigue, and a dramatic vision change. In the distant future, our protagonist explores a world where perceptions are broken and discovers a secret reality in the mysterious shards strewn over the sky. The air in this enigmatic region crackles with supernatural energy, tickling his senses and increasing his interest. The familiar environment becomes a kaleidoscope of twisted shapes and colours, testing his reality. Our protagonist deciphers the skies' mysteries, driven by a hunger for knowledge.

"Asher, no." She said weakly. She sounded needy and pathetic according to her but that would have to for the moment. "I can hear the need in your voice, you little liar." He whispered as he came even closer so that his breath was tickling her neck while he spoke in her ear. She herself could feel the need as it made a bead or two of sweat to form on her brow. She was excited about it much more than she could ever tell anyone. She however knew better than to do it on the day her sister was meant to get engaged. "At least not today." She whispered back with her eyes shut trying to calm her racing heart down enough to reason with him. "So you saying if it wasn't today and we were in the same position you wouldn't hesitate?" He asked so close to her ear that she shivered in delight and a small giggle left her mouth at the same time as it was her tickle spot making him chuckle at the feeling.

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

Zhang Xuan was unexpectedly reborn just before the zombie outbreak. By a lucky coincidence, he obtained the corpse-refining technique secretly passed down by his ancestors. With this technique, he refined himself into the peerless Heavenly Ancestor Zombie that surpassed the four great Ancestor Zombies. When the zombie apocalypse arrived in full force, Zhang Xuan, who had achieved great success in corpse-refining, burst out like a fierce lion. "Just you zombies, you dare to challenge zombies?" Zhang Xuan snorted disdainfully. "Even if given the chance, you are useless. Is this tickling-like attack just to tease me?" And the woman who had spent a night with Zhang Xuan was actually a mysterious vampire? When the two faced each other, the vampire was instantly dumbfounded and thought to herself: Can I really handle such an existence? Zhang Xuan's gaze accidentally fell on the coffin left by his ancestors, and he was so shocked that his jaw dropped. "Damn it! Oboi! Chang Yuchun! How did these once-in-a-generation prodigies all become zombies? This can't be opened easily. What if the king of men, Di Xin, is released? That would be terrible!" Until the alien army...

"Flip a coin, if it’s heads you die in old age. If it’s tails, you die young. That’s the best way to describe life, really. A coin toss represents it well." In a world divided by genetics and separated by censorship, two teens who grew up within the dark crevices of society try to survive on it's surface. Both unaware and uncaring of the brewing storm that will threaten to consume them. Now discontinued. Cover art by Crazy-Kiwii on Deviantart

"Now, listen to the demon's thoughts: … It was a gamble. I gambled on their perception of their identity being "righteous" or "just". I gambled on them knowing the truth behind my past. I gambled on their likelihood to be captivated by my words… Which created the hesitance necessary to prevent their blades from immediately striking a hole through my throat. I gambled on their proclivity to the human tendency to act contrarian to an adversary's desires. I gambled on their stupidity. I was lucky. But from now on, I won’t need luck. I have time. And with this time, I swear-" Cover by DarthNeph on DeviantArt

In the midst of the winter season, the cold air that tickles my nose and the thick clothes I was wearing to keep my body warm and the slippery edge of the rooftop building I was standing. The city covered with snows as snowflakes keep on falling. Ah, this is the best day to die... The cold winter was reminded me of my parents. Will they cry if I die? Will they regret everything that they've done so far? Or they will still stay on my very-ill older sister side?

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

[Mature content and trigger warning] Jeremy stepped closer while Eloisee stepped back. His lips tickled up into a smirk, his fangs out for the world. “ You thought because he was here to take you, you'd be safe from me? How naive my little pet, you can never escape me, even if you go to the edge of the world ill still be here.” Eloisee’s eyes widened. The choice of words Jeremy used were the same ones he used before, she started to scream in her heart. Not in that room, anywhere but that room. “ Jeremy stop, n-not here.” She let her thoughts slip out her mouth while tears fell freely down her face. Eloisee's back hit the wall and a veined arm slammed on the wall beside her head. She looked at the red eyes trembling. “ Oh so now you can talk back, such a spine you developed.” Jeremy spat, his face distorted from spite. ********************************************************************** Pain is all Eloisee Eileen knew, abused and mistreated by her stepsibling and stepmother, she has aspirations to run away and become an omega without a pack, just as her dreams are coming true and she is close to escaping the pain, she gets the shock of her life. She is being sold off to the Bloodhowl pack Alpha Riviera Luminary, to be his treasured wife in exchange for the Silvermount pack getting an alliance and resources. Being the alpha’s wife, Eloisee has to navigate the treacherous path of being a wife in a new pack while fighting demons from her past and present trying to drag her to the depths of hell with them, while finding it in her to love her husband and mate.

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

A dark time when the creatures of shadow descended unto the tranquil human lands, making their existence known. A time followed when empires were led by humanity's conspiracy and betrayal, a time filled with hatred, but unbeknownst to the humans, they were only mere puppets, pawns of greater beings of darkness, entities with the power to crush anything and everything in their way. What happens when a small human girl catches the eye of one of these so-called greater beings, a pureblooded Lord? Can an ant such as her survive the political strifes and fearsome feuds between the lands and the monsters that control them. For those who fear vampires, ghosts and the unknown, I offer two words of advice… Tread lightly. -------- "Why should I avoid him? He was a perfect gentleman, a good man," Katherine Welcher argued in his defense. "Good or not, neither matter," Alexander Delcrov warned her, "As long as you're under my wing, you shall behave and listen to my words. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. I don’t want others to call you improper." "There was nothing improper about it! And I'm not yours to obey," she blurted out in annoyance, feeling her face flush with embarrassment for the second time this evening, "I mean, you can't order me aro—-" "So disobedient," he stated with nonchalance before moving his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him as they danced. His breath tickled her nape. "So you’ll only listen if you are mine?"

"Release me! Pitiful Human!" The primal voice demands "What was that? Know your place. Bow! For I am the King." Kaler Dakrun is an 18-year-old student. He is frequently bullied because he is scrawny and relatively quiet. On his 18th birthday, an accident occurred where he would discover his family history, powers and his destiny. He already possessed elemental powers along with most in this world. However, they are not fully developed. In an ancient cavern, he stumbles across the Gauntlets of the Progenitor. He is deemed worthy to wield them, taking the role of the Dragon King. He can use his elemental powers to tame and create dragons and avatars. Now he lives a double life. He must continue to go to school and conceal his identity while attaining the full powers of the Progenitor of Dragons. He must gain full elemental Domination as well as regaining the power of his familiars, the elemental dragon Avatars. All the while, he must be careful of who he can trust Book Cover found on Pinterest. Made by sngm66 on DeviantArt

"What about us, Janelle?" Gideon asked, kneeling in a pool of blood. "We never existed!" Janelle replied "I gave you everything..." Gideon said "After taking everything away from me? I don't think you were expecting me to gloat over a piece of cake, after you destroyed my entire bakery!" Janelle replied tearing "I loved you, Janelle" "Your love was torturous, Gideon" "Says the woman who rejected a sacred bond because of rumors. Janelle, walk through that door, and we'll be strangers" "So be it!" **** Gideon followed the sweetest aroma that tickled his senses, until he found the owner of the sweet aroma. Janelle Johnson. Reserved. Calm. Happy. These were the words he would use to describe Janelle Johnson before she lost everything. Based on rumors, she rejected a bond she's longed for, her entire life. Evil. Wicked. Bold. These were what Janelle thought Gideon Sparks was until she had a close look at him. Fighting his own battles silently, Gideon watched Janelle slowly lead her people out of the hardship they landed and lended a helping hand. Rejecting his help was one thing her ego wanted, but her people came first. Accepting his conditions, meant she was exchanging her freedom for that of her people.

In this dark comedy, we meet Don, a logical and cold-hearted African American man who was once the most evil supervillain in the world, responsible for the deaths of thousands. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when his mother slaps the black out of him, transforming him into a white man. To make matters worse, he is then killed by a 6-year-old child wielding an energy blast and finds himself in Hell. Don finds himself in Hell, but even the underworld can't handle his audacity. He beats up Satan, rips off his clothes, and shamelessly shares the moment on Hestagram, the Underworld's version of Instagram, for all his demons to see. As a result, Hell kicks him out, unable to keep up with his troublemaking. Now, Don is faced with an ultimatum: work for God as a therapist or face soul erasure. Reluctantly, he becomes a therapist, traveling to multiple worlds and universes to provide therapy, advice, and counseling to the strangest and stupidest beings he encounters. While Don enjoys being back to his original black self in the afterlife, there is little else he finds appealing about his new role. Forced to use the therapist name "White" despite his skin color, Don maintains his jerkish personality, delighting in being rude to his clients and cracking insulting jokes. He firmly believes that he is the embodiment of evil and sees no reason to change. This dark comedy follows Don as he begrudgingly fulfills his responsibilities as a therapist, embracing his wicked nature while working for God. Remember, folks, this is dark comedy. Don't take anything I say too seriously. But if you want a taste of my unique brand of therapy, well, strap in and prepare for a rollercoaster of insults and questionable advice. Don't say I didn't warn you." Disclaimer: This is all dark comedy, folks. It's just a wild and fictional tale to tickle your twisted sense of humor. Remember, it's all in good fun, and evilness is not to be taken seriously."

Elio placed a firm hand on my waist as he drew me even closer to him. His breath tickles the shell of my ear and he presses the barrel of a gun into my crotch. "I expect all my men to be loyal and faithful to me, Mr. Jensen, including the one I am sticking my dick into. You belong to me."

When Skye Moonstone’s wedding is interrupted by her former, supposedly deceased betrothed: her life becomes a series of complications, mystery, and excitement. Knowing only of the boy that he used to be, Skye finds herself drawn to the man that Prince Tidas has become. Intelligent, strong, and charismatic; he had decided long ago to do whatever it takes to protect the love of his life. No matter the risk to his body or soul.. Throughout her many trials, Skye will learn that her home, family, and even personal history are all stories meant to keep her safe. That her true purpose is not just to save her love, but her entire world. The fates of both Humans and Fae alike will rest upon her shoulders.. Intrigue, legends, and her place in it all will lead Skye down a path that she knows she may not come back from. But to save the lives of her loved ones, she’ll risk her very existence.. Whatever it takes to save them. Magic, Fae, War, Fate; they all reside within this epic love tale of fantasy. All can be found within the Dawning Skye.. One simply needs to look. ****WARNING: 18+ Mature Content Viewer Discretion Is Advised**** Content Contains: Violence, Language, Blood/Gore, Trigger Material(No Actual Rape Scenes), And Extremely Graphic Sex Scenes. Viewer Discretion Is Advised. Not A Slow Burn Book. This Series is about a devoted couple with a strong friendship and respect-based relationship. Enjoy! •Two Chapters A Week, Every Week! Unless... •500 Power Stones: 3 Bonus Chapters •1000+ Power Stones: 8 Bonus Chapters *Bonus Chapters Will Be Released The 30th of Every Month If The Previous Month’s Goal Was Met* Cover is Owned by the Author. Cover Artwork By: Chainslock(on Discord and DeviantArt) Note from the Author: This series is written in 3rd POV, and will be four volumes long with 500+ chapters in each volume. You will see Intentional spelling errors in the dialogue and inner thoughts due to character accents. I believe this gives the characters a realistic aspect, since people in real life have accents. Skye and Tidas’ journey takes them to every known continent in their world. Their experiences will shape them into heroes, and challenge their love on the highest of levels as the story develops.. The first volume will be about Skye and Tidas reconnecting, and solidifying their bond. Skye will also learn her true identity, as well as the true history of their world. There are many characters throughout this series, with an extensive world background; all centered around Skye and Tidas. The volumes will be: 1. Dawning Skye(completed) 2. Darkening Skye(Current) 3. Starlit Skye(Check Back Later) 4. Endless Skye(Check Back Later) More details shall be added as the series progresses. These books are not for the faint of heart. The main characters will experience epic love, and unbelievable betrayal. They will have epic victories, and world-shattering losses. The couple’s devotion and sanity will be challenged as their story develops. They will grow and change with each trial they overcome both together, and separately. Until they face their final battle…