Lip Shameless Tattoo

You only wanted to see it... So, you did the unthinkable—used a mysterious stone to change yourself into a FREAKING HOT PRETTY BOY. Now stuck in a boy’s body, you sneak into an exclusive VIP mafia-son-only event. But when a priceless watch goes missing, you’re the prime suspect. Dragged into a dark room, a gun to your head, you come face-to-face with a dangerous, tattooed mafia heir—cocky, cruel, and annoyingly hot. He looks into your panicked eyes… and smirks. > “Your eyes are too pretty to kill.” His voice is low and dangerous—like he’s already peeling your clothes off with his gaze. *** He’s arrogant, but your eyes make him horny—though he’d never admit it. Will he ever find out you actually belong to the enemy clan? A very forbidden enemy clan. Even as he’s fallen way too deep?

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The interview begins: "Boss Gu, what is your view on pursuing women?" "The most important thing is loyalty and protection." The man turned his head to look at the petite woman beside him, his deep-set eyes glowing with utmost affection. "He's obviously cunning and shameless, relentlessly dealing with both friends and in-laws, without any limits..." Shang Xixia's smile was brilliant, but her slightly twitching lips betrayed her silent complaints. "Boss Gu, why did you choose to inherit and manage the Gu Group?" "There are many ways to live life, I want to..." Gu Jingchen's lips curved slightly, exuding a calm elegance. "If I couldn't be at home all the time, Continuing her inner complaints, Shang Xixia glanced with great grievance at the man beside her. ... The most beautiful love is when, after growing up, you are still my beloved childhood sweetheart.

There was a turtle here, He was a bandit! A robber! A shameless scoundrel! Don't mess with him!

A reincarnated shameless mc takes over the body of a mortal, Xian Chu. But after taking over Xian Chu's body our shameless mc found that mc cannot cultivate. So he is on his own to find a path to cultivate and rise to the top of the world. This is my novel***

[COMPLETED STORY] Running from her past, Nivritti joins a new job in South Korea as a Script Coordinator in K&Q Media Company. She works for a successful K-pop boyband. On her first day, she is kissed by the leader of that boy band. The problem is, she is five years older than him. Will that kiss grow into a relationship or will be forgotten by both of them? ***** She tried to pull her wrists, but she failed. She looked at him and again tried to pull her hands but in vain. “Yes, you do. You have been licking your lips since you started talking. I think it’s an unconscious gesture that you don’t know about,” informed Kyung-Soo. “Will you please let go of my hands?” she pulled again but Kyung-Soo tightened his grip. Without hearing her he continued, “and by distracting, I mean that I really want to hear what you have to say but because of your lips all I can think of is this... He pulled her wrists pulling her close to him, moved one of his hands on her waist and another one on the back of her neck and softly placed his lips on hers and kissed her.

Cherry Lips Isabella Voss, a fiery aspiring artist with cherry-red lips and a past she’d rather forget, never expected to catch the eye of Julian Blackwood, a reclusive billionaire whose cold exterior hides a hunger for connection. When a chance encounter at a high-society art gala sparks an undeniable attraction, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of desire, power, and secrets. Julian, used to controlling everything, finds himself unraveling under Isabella’s bold charm, while she grapples with the vulnerability of surrendering to a man who could break her heart—or her carefully rebuilt life. As their passionate affair deepens, hidden enemies and past betrayals threaten to tear them apart. From opulent penthouses to sultry late-night rendezvous, Cherry Lips is a tale of lust, love, and the high stakes of trusting someone with your soul.

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard

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

What does it mean to be human? In the far distant future where all life has seemingly perished, an astral meteor collides into the remnants of a giant mechanized disc located underground in an isolated ghost town. From the disc, a single entity awakens within cryostasis with only one clear path: "I must kill the Lords of METIS." She wields a blade surging with the life force of an ancient named Alfaic, whom she denounces upon first contact. She is an unnamed warrior, who is affectionately nicknamed Lyn (LYNBG52) by her comrades from a single mysterious code name tattooed on her left arm. Grotesque aggressive creatures known as the Rots are composed of a combination of rotting entities that roam the lands. Seeking to devour all life they come across, their relationship with the denizens of METIS and the apocalypse resembles more than just their sustenance, but a secret that Lyn must discover for herself if she is to save humanity or watch it perish.

"I was never meant to be here." In a world where Gifts determine status and power, Saul Mayne stands at the top — a sword-wielding prodigy blessed by fate. Louis Hall follows closely, heir to a billion-credit empire with talent and pride to match. Then there's Paul Wayne — a nobody. No background. No family. No rank. Just a strange tattoo on his hand and a broken system that shows a question mark where his identity should be. He shouldn't even be at Diamond Academy, the elite combat school where future heroes are forged. But the invitation came. The uniform fit. The door opened. Now trapped in a sence that isn’t his, Paul must navigate ruthless guilds, overwhelming talents, and an academy designed to chew up the weak. But there's something wrong with this world. And Paul Wayne might be the glitch that changes everything. --- An academy setting. A mysterious system. A forgotten extra with no place in the script. The truth behind his existence… starts now. ---

Abandoned by his friends and sold to slavers half-human busboy Niko must pick up the pieces and endure. As he prepares himself to hunt down his friends and the masked slaver that captured him. With nothing but a tattoo to go off of Niko must uncover the mystery of the slavers and fight back. No matter what.

Eli's life was… normal. Or as normal as life can be when you’re an exorcist-in-training with a knack for angering the dead and setting the demon on a hunting spree. Admitted to one of the prestigious universities, Eli's goal is to study hard and stay away from trouble. But one bad choice changes everything. Dragged into the clutches of a violent syndicate, Eli made a split-second decision. He grabbed the tattooed young man and pressed a knife to his throat, "Come close and I'll kill him." The gang froze in pure terror. Eli didn't see the faint smirk curling on his hostage's lips. Trying to ease his guilt of dragging the innocent bystander into this mess, Eli agrees to let the “poor, traumitized man” stay with him. But Alexei Vetrov isn’t some helpless victim. He’s the heir to the Russian mafia. And now that he’s gotten a taste of his pretty exorcist’s gentleness? He has no intention of letting Eli go. By the time Eli realized the truth, it was far too late to run. Alexei loomed over him, one hand pinning Eli’s cuffed wrists to the mattress as his knee forced his legs apart. His other hand wandered lower, watching in fascination as flustered Eli squirmed beneath him. His dark eyes gleamed with deranged hunger to possess. "Careful now, Solynshko... You're going to burn yourself before I've had my fill of you." In that moment, Eli understood. He’d provoked a human far more dangerous than demons. Note- Before You Enter… This story wanders through shadowed streets where the dead linger and the living are no less haunted. It contains dark themes: crime, death, spirits that are not at rest, and a love story wrapped in exorcism and gunshots. Read at your own risk — and welcome to the darkness~

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

Drunk and desperate, icy economics professor Nan Xi mistakes a mysterious freshman for her dead husband on a moonlit rooftop – grabbing his tie and tracing the viper tattoo on his neck. When their scandalous encounter goes viral, she forces him into a fake relationship to save her career. But Xu Lin isn't just a student; he's a tech billionaire hunting the same enemies who ruined her family. Trapped between lethal corporate conspiracies and electric desire, they must decide: Is their marriage a lie... or the only truth worth killing for?

"She woke up with a burning wolf mark on her skin -- and no memory of who she truly is ." Prizey's life was normal.... until it wasn't. A glowing tattoo, a mysterious boy with ocean-blue eyes , and dreams that feel like memories pull her into a world that shouldn't exist... A realm of cursed wolves , broken moons , and seven powerful or dangerous creatures tied to her fate... As darkness spreads and souls vanish , one truth begins to haunt her : She's not just human . And love..? it may not save her --it may destroy her . Because a werewolf is madly fall in love with her........ SRF: Wolfkissed Soul is a dark fantasy romance about fate , forbidden power , and a love stronger than death itself..

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now? ⸻ Volume 2: The Fracture Astra Vale survived recursion. She survived Zero. But now reality itself is breaking—and each fracture shows her a version of life she could have lived… or never escaped. Memories are overlapping. Faces are returning twisted. Entire timelines are being collapsed and erased—by a failsafe protocol that calls itself “The Fracture.” Astra is the only one who remembers the original world. And the only one who can decide which version of truth survives. But with every step forward, another version of her awakens. And one of them? Might not want to give this reality back.

After five long years abroad, Ray returned by the request of his dying father. But he didn't expect returning home would this be...so secretive and mysterious. He stepped inside his old home, and he was greeted by four tattooed, undeniably gorgeous, but mysterious women. Who are these women? And what's their intentions toward Ray?

He is the guy with the weird tattoos and a past soaked in blood. She's the girl with the colourful hair and a fire in her soul. The night she met him became the worst day of her life. Alessia is an independent high school student who works as a part-timer at the chicken restaurant to make ends meet. Alessia's face twisted in a fury, her eyes blazing with rage."Who the hell do you think you are?"She thundered her voice echoing through the club. Enrico's eyes widened as he beheld the fiery young woman. Little did she know, this encounter would bind her to Enrico's dark world. And Enrico? He never let go of what he claims.

Ye Junlin was a cripple on the verge of death… until the Strength Through Adversity system activated. Now, every time he’s suppressed by someone stronger, he breaks through on the spot. While others grind bitterly to cultivate, he lies flat, signs in at ancient sects, and crushes arrogant geniuses with ease. Along the way, he accidentally accepts a few terrifying disciples — from a rebellious Demon Cult leader to a sword demon obsessed with violence, and even a giant mushroom practicing forbidden techniques. No romance. No heroine. Just one man steamrolling the cultivation world with shameless style and unstoppable power. This is an edited version of the MTL novel — I started working on it because I really liked the manhua adaptation. The image on the cover is from the manhua.

BLURB He hovers over me, jaws clenched and there is something about that I shouldn’t find attractive but my body betrays me. Lowering his head, his lips close to my right ear, he whispers, “You are mine Nia. Only mine,” “Quit being delusional,” I mumble over the words, “I’m not yours. Never will be,” He leans back slightly, just inches from my face, a smirk slowly crawling over his bottom lip, “Are you sure about that, hun?

One scam package, That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. ... He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.'' An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets. So he did what any broke student would do: He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. "Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package." Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'. Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul." He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money! He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question: When did I become an artifact dealer?! By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character. And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to. "Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it."

On the day of her wedding, Selene catches her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Humiliated by their betrayal and their cruel body-shaming.She makes one reckless decision: sleep with a stranger and walk away. Five years later, she’s a confident single mother with nothing to prove….until her new job brings her face-to-face with her new CEO… the same man from that night. Nikolas Darkos. Billionaire. Cold. Magnetic. And now offering her a six-month marriage contract—a golden opportunity for revenge against those who once broke her. But there’s one thing he doesn’t know: Their one-night stand of passion resulted in a son. Can Selene keep her son a secret for six months? Or risk losing everything? And what happens when the fake tension between them turns into something dangerously real? ******************* “I don’t believe you, Selene King.” His face now barely few inches away from hers as his lips brushed against the tip of her nose. Very bone in her body tensed. Tucking her lower lips under her teeth as she bit down to stop a groan from escaping her lips. Resting his hand on the wall,he leaned closer,“Well, congratulations. Girlfriend you just became my wife.” The words dropped from his lips like a bomb exploding in Selene’s head. “What do you mea—” But,Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed on hers, pulling her into a deep hungry kiss.

After a painful breakup, Ryuto Tatsumiya, a once a firm believer in love becomes cold and bitter, vowing never to love again. To prove his resolve, he pierces his ear, covers himself with tattoos, and transfers to another school to escape his past. But when Yuzuki Shouzui a cheerful, persistent girl with a heart full of light - unexpectedly enters his life, her unwavering warmth begins to chip away at the walls he's so carefully built. As Ryuto finds himself drawn to her brightness, he must face a difficult choice: will he keep his vow to shut out love forever, or will he risk everything... and fall for her? For more info and sneak peeks, contact me on Discord: https://discord.gg/GASvRbXB5m Gmail: queensleeping23@gmail.com

A poet and a tattoo artist. Three years ago, Isla walked into his studio looking for something permanent. She left with a tattoo—and a pair of eyes she couldn’t forget. Now, their paths cross again. A story about quiet obsession, unspoken connection, and love that doesn’t promise forever… just the wreckage it leaves behind.

Six teenagers. One war-torn world. And a fruit that changed everything. On the 84th day of hiding, after the skies burned with missiles and their homeland crumbled under a silent apocalypse, six teens emerge from a forgotten shelter only to find their world… no longer theirs. The ground is cracked with realm fractures. The sky bleeds twilight. And a strange fruit, glowing in the dark, offers power but at a cost. Each of them gains a mysterious half-tattoo, a Veinmark, symbolizing a power tied to an unknown realm. To unlock it fully, they must pass a cryptic test. Guided by a strange, unnerving figure known only as Riftling, they face evolving threats called Daevarian's beings that are far more than monsters. As realms shift and secrets unravel, the six must survive long enough to understand what they are… and what they’re becoming. But some truths come too late. Some powers come at a price. And in a world where time bends, shadows speak, and fate itself is fractured even heroes can vanish.

Jack Wilson wasn’t planning to doom the city. He just wanted to make rent and maybe buy a better hoodie. Then he opened a cursed file labeled “DO NOT OPEN (Lethality Rating: 9/10)”—because what’s life without a little fun? One explosion, a glowing hand tattoo, and a ramen-scented dumpster dive later, Jack is now the host of something ancient, powerful, and probably homicidal. Now everyone wants him dead: secret guilds, rogue mages, even a talking pigeon with a grudge. Too bad Jack’s having the time of his life. Armed with sarcasm, unstable spirit energy, and zero impulse control, Jack is about to turn the magical underworld upside down.

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.