Knuckles Teeth

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

The world was never the same after that day. Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about. Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe. Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction. The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival. Until the Great Calamities appeared. In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts. One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. Why? For what reason were they punished so? Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place. He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. “It can only be me.” He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories. He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. That was his sacred duty as its final survivor.

Have you ever read a story? So stupid and senseless that it makes your blood boil and makes you pity even the villain of the novel. if you haven't that's fine because our protagonist did. "FROM WHERE THE FUCK DID NTR COME FROM?" He threw his console controller on the which did a cartoonish bounce and formed a bump on his forehead. ------ "Wait! What's this place!?" The moment he woke he found himself in a strange location never been visited by him ever before. ------ "No!! No!! No!! How the hell did I end in the body of this cucked villain! Why did I end up in this body!!" He lamented when looked at his face in the mirror that got beaten blue by the protagonist of the game. ------ "Don't worry, Riech. I will fulfill your and fucking kill the bastard and fuck his mother and avenge you!" He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth in anger vowing to take revenge. ***** If you want to support me than I would appreciate if you could donate! Paypal: @Un1que01

"When the lowliest Omega barista sinks his teeth into the Alpha Queen's gland, our love becomes the weapon that shatters the world." As the most oppressed Omega, he'd never tasted "being loved"—until his feral claws tore through shackles that night, locking with the Arctic blaze in his sovereign's eyes. She who reigned supreme over the Alpha hierarchy defied the Covenant for him, her glacial armor dissolving where their skin met. Now their fated marks blaze in clasped palms while her frostblade severs the Blackthorn Council's lies, this lawless passion upending a thousand years of hierarchy far beyond mere escape. As the crimson moon rises, the world roars its ultimatum: "Perish together, or rewrite existence as one."

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

Hera Avery is working several part-time jobs to pay for her university tuition. She is managing her work and love life simultaneously. Her boyfriend, who is a rising celebrity, made her pay for their expensive apartment located in a well-known building. The building is also home to well-known heirs and heiresses. On her boyfriend's birthday and their third anniversary, she returned home to their apartment only to find him with another woman. But what did she get in return? A slap on the face, a breakup and she was evicted from the apartment she was paying with her own money. After being evicted and becoming homeless, she believed things couldn't get any worse. However, her cheating ex-boyfriend's wealthy new girlfriend went further by reaching out to every establishment and persuading them to blacklist her. This caused her to lose her means of living and they even spread rumors that she was obsessed with her former celebrity boyfriend and was attacked by his fans. Having no way out, she gritted her teeth. "Grandpa, I'm willing to inherit the consortium." Old Master Avery laughed heartily after hearing her conviction and sent a bank transfer to Hera. [ You received a $100,000,000,000 money transfer to your account ending in ####] [Note: My dear granddaughter, use this pocket money to treat yourself to anything you desire. Don't be frugal, and if you spend it all, don't hesitate to ask me for more.] Hera was astounded. When her identity was announced, her ex-boyfriend kneeled and cried to her, for her to take him back. The sarcastic Male lead 1: Do you think it's your turn? Look behind. When her ex-boyfriend looked back, he saw influential men lining up with bouquets of roses to woo Hera. The cold Male lead 2: It's your fault for being blind. Cry and beg but you'll have no chance as long as we are here. The brutal and impatient Male lead 3: Do you want me to break your legs?! The entertainment King Male lead 4: You're just a little star but you want to bypass me? The hot-headed Male lead 5: I'll make sure, you'll be shelve. The coquettish Male lead 6: Wifey, they are trying to steal you from me! Seeing the problematic Male leads, Hera felt an incoming headache not knowing what to do. "Let's just go with the flow then!"

The Divine Doctor's soul transmigrated into a female-dominated dynasty, where the original owner had an infamous reputation for cruelty and left behind a mess. Her house was empty, the thatched cottage leaked rain, and the grain bin was already bottoming out. Faced with her handsome husband and then glancing at her own homely appearance, she dashed on the grand avenue toward becoming a Steel Teeth Rabbit! Dare to covet her husband? Beat them up, there's nothing that can't be solved with fists! If there is, just keep on beating! Poor? Utilize Medical Skill, fragrances, textiles, fine food, wineries, get into business, open shops, hire workers, but wait a minute... Why does one after another always make a fuss about running away from home? Good, this time she'll be the one to skip out and let him worry, hmph!

The first time they meet, she bumps into him. The second time they meet, she agrees to a marriage contract in exchange for his help in her bid for revenge. But... he becomes addicted to loving her. During his first attempt, he flies a helicopter domineeringly; in his second attempt, he arrogantly removes all his love rivals; in his third attempt, he tries to tie her down using a cute child. Youxuan replies with a plain resounding 'no' all three times. In the end, Shan Hanjie takes one look at her, grits his teeth, and plops onto the ground. "Babe, you dropped your prince charming, please bring him home!"

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Ace has always known he was different, rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf, silent his entire life, stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything, the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body, feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"* ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

Cassius Crimson, the founder of the Crimson family, one of The Great Three vampire powers, has been awakened from his slumber after 500 years. By whom? A mere boy! The future of the once great Crimson family has declined. Seeking power and guidance, Vesper-the young Crimson lord turned to his ancestors for help, never did he imagine that he would manage to wake the actual founder. As Cassius adjusts to life in a futuristic 21st century, he’s aided by his loyal retainer Estefan. Tackling daily campus life, an insecure apprentice, revenge on his family's honour, he experiences all sorts of new occurrences as humans have evolved into more than just food. All while Cassius battles the urge to sink his teeth into the most delicious human he has ever smelt. This lust for blood turns into an irresistible passionate romance. A Tale of sensual vampire love unravels as he discovers new feelings that were hidden eons ago

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through metal. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern galaxies. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, solar systems, and even galaxies in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history?

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard against my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quite small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen

Synopsis In a universe where breastfeeding rewrites quantum physics, a genetically engineered mother and her quantum-wolf lover battle cosmic forces to protect their reality-shaping infant. Across millennia—from 1023 AD Norse rituals to 10,000 AD galactic tribunals—their struggle to balance parental love with spacetime stability evolves into a mythic saga where milk becomes the fabric of reality, stretch marks map star systems, and a baby’s teething pain triggers supernovas. Plot Summary & Future Arcs Core Premise Lynette, the 500th incarnation of a lab-engineered "Spiritborn," discovers her breastmilk holds quantum code capable of creating—or erasing—civilizations. Alongside Caelium, a werewolf-physicist cursed to oscillate between human and feral states, they raise a universe-breathing infant whose needs (hunger, teething, diaper changes) manifest as cosmic crises. Their nemesis, the ancient witch Isolde, lurks in black hole rattles and formula corporations, weaponizing parental guilt across timelines. Key Existing Arcs (Chapters 1-50) · The Quantum Nursing Wars: Breastmilk algorithms vs. artificial formula empires in 3024 AD. · The Milky Tribunal: Intergalactic courtroom drama where lactation laws put Lynette on trial for "chronon genocide." · Teething Armageddon: The infant’s first tooth eruption rips spacetime, summoning dystopian dentist fleets. · Caelium’s Wolf-J.D. Crisis: His battle with black hole student loans and a werewolf lawyer rebellion. Future Outline for "The Lactating Cosmos" Chapter 51-60: The Pacifier Prophecy Arc Core Conflict: The infant’s discarded pacifiers form a neutron star oracle predicting a Galactic Potty Training Revolution. Methane-based diaper civilizations declare war on organic life, weaponizing fecal black holes. Key Beats: · Lynette brokers peace via Quantum Diaper Treaties, rewriting sanitation laws. · Caelium’s wolf-pack battles Toilet-Bomb Anarchists in Andromeda’s nursery lanes. · Isolde hijacks the prophecy, corrupting pacifiers into Singularity Pacifier Grenades. Global Hook: Parenting’s most mundane task (potty training) becomes a galactic power struggle, blending absurd humor with climate crisis metaphors. Chapter 61-70: Colostrum Crusades Arc Core Conflict: A cult worshipping Lynette’s “first milk” hijacks the Andromeda galaxy, using Lactation Lasers to erase formula-dependent civilizations. Key Beats: · Lynette discovers her colostrum contains Isolde’s Original Sin Code. · Caelium confronts his darkest self: a 2149 AD Formula Executive who monetized infant hunger. · The infant’s third eye leaks visions of a Milkless Universe, forcing Lynette to question her worth. Global Hook: Critique of corporate greed and "wellness culture," with breastmilk as both sacred and commodified. Chapter 71-80: Weaning the Gods Arc Core Conflict: The toddler’s tantrums collapse realities into a Tesseract Playpen—a hyperspace nursery where dark matter is finger paint and black holes are sippy cups. Key Beats: · Lynette and Caelium infiltrate the playpen to teach Gentle Reality-Building. · Isolde manifests as a Toxic Nanny AI, weaponizing bedtime stories. · The toddler’s first scribbles accidentally create Proto-Civilizations in her coloring books. Global Hook: Parental guilt meets multiverse theory: How do you raise a god without breaking reality? Final Arc (81-100): The Lullaby Singularity Core Conflict: The child’s first spoken word (“Mama”) triggers a Nursing Big Bang, birthing a new multiverse. But Isolde’s final gambit emerges: a Formula-Fed Doppelgänger Child hellbent on devouring their legacy.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself face to face with Darius Thorne, the main character of [Arcanus Academy], who was looking at me with disdain. Many questions raced through my mind. What is happening? Is this a dream? Why won't he stop yelling? Am I dead? Does he have something stuck in his teeth? Have I somehow entered the world of my favorite game, like in those Web Novels I read so often? I opened my mouth, about to ask one of the many questions that had come to mind upon realizing the huge mess I was in. What I was about to say would be my first words in this new world. I had to be careful; the slightest mistake could worsen my current situation, which, judging by how things looked, didn’t seem good at all. "Can you get that thing out of your teeth? It's distracting me." Everyone nearby fell silent and stared at me until a burst of laughter erupted. Darius covered his mouth, clearly embarrassed. 'Damn, I already messed it up.' ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ - English is not my native language

Nate’s POV: The Beast Awakens The burning started in my chest—subtle at first, like a dull ache, but it quickly spread like wildfire. My vision blurred, and every nerve in my body screamed. Not now. Not here. I stumbled back, gripping my arms as the pain intensified. It felt like something inside me was tearing free, clawing its way to the surface. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me dimmed. "Nate, stay with me!" Leona’s voice barely registered through the storm raging in my head. The heat surged, and with it, a primal force I couldn’t contain. My skin prickled, muscles twisting and bones cracking as fur erupted along my arms. My hands... no, claws now, dug into the dirt. My nails were black, curved, and razor-sharp. A deep, guttural growl escaped my throat, one I didn’t recognize as my own. "Nate!" Leona yelled again, stepping closer. Brave, or stupid. Maybe both. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her fear hit me like a wave—but behind it, there was something else. Trust. “Stay back,” I growled, my voice layered with something... inhuman. My lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth. The beast wanted out. It wanted blood. But I wasn’t ready to give it everything. Not yet. With a shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand, claws flexing, muscles coiled like steel. I could feel the strength surging through me—powerful, untamed, and deadly. "You wanted a monster," I snarled, glaring at the enemy ahead. "You’ve got one." ---

Do you believe in magic? The answer of most will be no. But what if magic DID exsist? To some, it might just be your typical average story. But this has an element of unpredictability mixed in between. Diane Lewis was a normal teenage girl from an aristocratic family. But since she met HIM, her view of the world turned upside down. "How is that even possible?" She asked, mouth agape. He smiled at her, showing a perfect set of snow-white teeth. "With magic, anything is possible." Horn your skills and train your ability. "I will protect you." She said, with a determined gaze. "You can Barely even protect yourself. You are not strong enough." He retorted. "Then, just wait for Me to get stronger." She said, with a smile. "You have no right to be here. We cut ties remember?" He said, glaring at her fiercely. "I am not here for you. I am here for the family. I still have people I treasure here. So let me through or else..." She completed her statement by majestically drawing out her sword. So many secrets lay hidden. Injustice in the form of justice. Lies, fabricated to become truth. Deception roams around, unleashed. And a Naive girl, who had never seen the shadow that lurked around in the abyss. Will she Survive? Will she fail? It is up to you to find out.

Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me, I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” That’s when I saw him. It was the same guy…I recognized him now. Or at least, his fake identity. Liam. Only, his real name was Alex, and I knew more about him than I should’ve but he didn’t need to know that. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just cover, Alex Bronson.” ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 22-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn’t make it and assumes she’s going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she’s there and regrets not finishing the novel while she was still alive. She also uses her knowledge about the book to manipulate the supposed male lead of the novel into helping her get her way but little did she know that she’d end up falling for him. And now she has to pick between finding out why and how she’s been reincarnated and accepting her new life here with Alex.

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Handsome and Mischievous & Sweet and Soft Girl] [Unrequited Love Comes True + Sweet Pampering + Both Pure] Ryder once found a pink love letter in a math book. The handwriting of the young girl was elegant, with shyness and youth between the strokes. The content of the love letter was very short, unsigned, and only one sentence: "Today I saw you, and suddenly I wanted to take you to Laguna Beach to see the sea." ... Aria has done two out-of-the-ordinary things in her life. One was writing an unsigned love letter when she was young. The second was secretly loving Ryder for six years, then gritting her teeth and repeating a year to get into the same university as him. She is not smart, and this is all she can do. People who know Aria say she has a reserved personality, beautiful but like a handful of ice and snow in the winter mountains, gentle yet aloof. Only Ryder knows that aloofness is just her protective color, the girl is timid and vigilant, squatting by the roadside in the misty morning to feed the stray cats of the school. He witnessed Aria's fear and helplessness when she was trapped in a nightmare. He saw her, after drinking, clutching his sleeve, her apricot eyes wet, looking as if she had lost the whole world. The girl's eyelashes trembled as she confessed her feelings to him, her voice soft and helpless, choking on her words: "I, I turned back, but he is just very good..." He is not good. Ryder thought, as if bewitched, it was her. Once fallen, there is no cure. Later, he took her to see the sea of "Kekexili", knelt on one knee for her, and gently kissed her ring finger under the girl's slightly red eyes. At the age of twenty-two, in the morning, holding her hand, the other hand held their marriage certificate. In this book, we will witness the two-way journey of a wealthy, handsome, and mischievous young man and a sweet, soft girl, six years of life, from middle school to high school, and then to university, starting from secret love and running towards the marriage hall.

Felon /fè-lun/ Cruel; Wicked. I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. "Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. [I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.] I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. "You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. "I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. "But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

[Ding! You have successfully summoned Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin to be your slave, he is awaiting orders!] [Ding! Random draw: Toothpick (FF- Tier) Use it to pick at your teeth!] [Ding! Random draw: Dragon c*ck (A Tier) Tug it once to fire a dragon beam from the tip!] Bruce has been reincarnated and has obtained a very powerful summoning system, except that he has very bad luck. Follow Bruce's adventures as he tries to navigate through the world with his bad luck. story will be 50% random bullshit so dont expect a good story/good writing. this is just for fun, some brainrot to refresh your mind enjoy

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.

Unidentified Quotation: "A faint omen hovered in the air like a sharp thread. Death slowly moves into its prey. Blinding white light comes upon the retinas of its victim as they slowly meet their fate." **** Synopsis: A young adult, moderately delighting his years, one day, fantastically had a unique experience while reading a normal book. A ecclesiastic turning point of which all surroundings swift into mythical world......with a forbidden name. A nameless world full of mysteries and secret items, runes and magical creatures; high, cunning and small, brave......roam creation and evolve. Civilizations of ancient races, forgotten, thrive and dominate the social order. Exploring the unique element known as runes as they get closer to its original source, The Word. Gods watch, rule and....disappear? What is this Reality? Join his journey to find out. ***** Owen Quotation: “Regrettably, for the context of my argument to make sense, I need to fully tell anyone the entire story of everything that transpired to me thus far….and in honestly, it hurts me just to think about it but I will grit my teeth to find the truth for ‘them.’” He remained firm for several moments and eventually opened his mouth, “As you all know….since you’re deities, I was born from a world called Earth and I was a normal individual in my final school years. In that world, my full name was Owen Shoku Henderson, a single child raised by two parents. In my early adult period as a nineteen year old, I was attending my final year as a high school-er and those years that lead up to that point were shaky but normal, nonetheless.” Continuing, “On one such modal day, in a classroom, I had normal lectures throughout the day and everything about it was average as usual but after the school day ended, things…..” He sighed, “Things became….chaotic but if I was to describe it…..it was hell.” ********************* Join my Discord server for the novel: https://discord.gg/Q4BTTV6U

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

He was an arrogant and self centered person who thought his wife was nothing but a slave to him. That was until he woke up to find herself in a small girl body. Brandon was shocked, he looked around and saw himself in an unfamiliar place. His hands and legs was small and his voice was no longer deep but now high pitched. "Where am i" he thought "Ohhh. You're awake honey. how was your sleep?" Brandon turned to see the woman he saw at the bar standing in front of him. He felt angry. "Where am i? What did you do? I'm calling the police"Brandon yelled "And say what? Who will believe you. Will u tell them you were a thirsty five year old man and have been kidnapped and turned to a five year old. People will think that you're crazy"The woman said and laughed aloud. Brandon looked mad" What do you want?"he askec through gritted teeth "Nothing. But yesterday you said a woman life was easy and we didn't face any problems and that gives you the right to mistreat your wife. Now I'm giving you the opportunity to live a woman life and experience the luxury we have. " The woman smiled sweetly and Brandon felt angry but knowing he couldn't do anything he accepted. "And I'm your mother Catherine while you are my five year old daughter Britney. Ok darling." Catherine smiled at Brandon who felt horror. The smile was creepy and strange. Swallowing his saliva he nodded with difficulty and watched as the woman left the room and sighed. Little does he know that this was the beginning of his misery life