Jm Garments

In a world where power is stitched into your skin, having no ability means you're nothing. Leia Crows was born into the most powerful family in the city — and cast out as a disgrace. Branded an E-rank with a worthless thread-based ability, she became a ghost in the shadows of legends. But when a forgotten book awakens her true potential, Leia begins to weave more than clothes — she stitches enchantments, illusions... and rebellion. From the gutters of exile to the halls of elite academies, from combat cloaks to reality-warping garments, Leia will rise through the ranks. Her thread will tie fates, break hierarchies, and unravel the world's greatest secret: Abilities can evolve — and so can legends. This is the rise of The Seamstress.

Aisha's life is a stark portrait of resilience forged in the crucible of relentless adversity. A single mother of five sons, each a living testament to a man who abandoned her, she endures the ceaseless, corrosive scorn of her close-knit community. Branded a "loose woman," her reputation precedes her, isolating her in a suffocating atmosphere of judgment. Her days are punctuated not only by the whispered disapproval of her neighbors, but also by the daily struggle to provide for her children, often with meager resources. Her reflection in a cracked mirror, a constant reminder of her shattered past and the seemingly insurmountable challenges of her present, becomes a symbol of her fragmented identity. Yet, beneath the crushing weight of despair, Aisha's fierce, unwavering love for her sons acts as a defiant shield. This love fuels her quiet rebellion against the societal forces that seek to break her spirit, driving her to find strength where none seems to exist. The story delves into the profound impact of societal judgment, particularly on women, exploring the ways in which it can isolate and dehumanize. It also illuminates the indomitable strength of female resilience, highlighting the power of maternal love to transcend even the most harrowing circumstances, and ultimately, to pave a path toward a fragile, hard-won hope. Beyond the societal scorn, her life is a constant battle against poverty. Each sunrise brings the daunting task of stretching meager resources to feed and clothe her five sons. Market days become a gauntlet of haggling and bartering, where every coin is a hard-won victory. Her hands, calloused and worn, tell the story of countless hours spent washing clothes, mending garments, and tending to the small, stubborn patch of land that provides a meager supplement to their diet. The boys, ranging in age from toddler to teenager, are both her burden and her salvation. They are a constant source of worry, yet their laughter and innocent affection provide the only respite from the crushing weight of her circumstances. This daily struggle, this relentless fight for survival, becomes another layer of her resilience, a testament to her unwavering determination to protect her children.

[Inspired by How to Live as a Villain, Regressor Instruction Manual, and the rule and power system of ORV] Zeth Dover is in a bit of trouble... or rather, in huge trouble. He suddenly woke up inside his own web novel a story where every main character has a past that brought them into the world he created. Each one was chosen to take part in various scenarios within a crumbling world, where the survival rate is frighteningly low. 「I have only one request... Change the story, Author.」 Forced to rewrite the original plot, steal the protagonist’s role, take on the part of the villain, and use everyone around him just to survive each scenario until the story’s ultimate end... Zeth will do whatever it takes to survive to the very end no matter the cost in a world that’s already falling apart.

Your body definitely doesn't wanna get up. 'Cause it enjoys the soft bed, and it feels like staying from now till... does it really care? As far as you're ready to give it this sleep, it wouldn't wanna wake up ever again! "Awake, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city: for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean. (Isaiah 52:1)"

(I entered the WSA contest, I hope for your support) After defeating the "Great Evil" Antares, Liam was reincarnated 10,000 years into the future as Lucius Behringer, and he was awakened along with something called a "Hero's Status" that only he can see, and the Hero's status only function is to regain the power of his previous life. However, in the future, only three of the four Heroes are mentioned. Liam, who defeated the Great Evil Antares, seems to be unknown, and his name is only remembered as a "Hero of No Merit." To find out why he is not recognized as the hero who defeated the Great Evil Antares, Lucius must travel to the "Sanctuary of heroes" one of the four hero academies in the world. To find out why he is not mentioned, he needs to enter and investigate something called the "Fragmented Dimension," where only a few entrances exist in the world, and the Sanctuary of heroes has one of those entrances.

Lincoln is ready to risk everything to be with Whitney—the woman who’s captured his heart and ignited his soul. But standing in their way is her formidable mother, Becky… and a secret that could destroy them all. Years ago, Lincoln and Becky were lovers, bound by passion and torn apart by betrayal. Now, as past sins rise to the surface, Whitney’s devotion warps into desperation. Her ultimatum is terrifying: let her marry Lincoln, or she’ll take not only her own life—but her mother’s too. In a twisted triangle of love, lies, and obsession, the line between devotion and destruction vanishes.

On a night so beautiful and calm, to the extent it was almost suspicious. A lady walked through a garden, it was called the garden of death due to the amount of bodies beneath it but all she could see was beauty and excellence. She was adorned in exquisite scarlet garment, embodying timeless elegance, she took slow steps as her mind was heavy with thoughts. 'The Red moon is coming soon' she thought and sighed. For others this was a time to rejoice, as the new Alpha would be crowned. Her mate would become ruler. She was to be brimming with excitement but her face was pale and she looked rather lost. Because for her this was the time she would be separated from her mate. She knew the ritual wouldn't be a success, she cursed the gods for giving her this power and the ability to see the future, which never failed to bring her sadness over and over. 'Lui Feng, I promise to return, so please hold on', she thought tears welling up in her eyes. Lui Feng would do well without her, at least she hoped he would. He didn't. He grew cold, numb and empty, day after day since her death. He had become detached to everything around him and locked away his emotions, the loss of his mate was too much pain to carry resulting in the loss of his sense of humanity. Now she had been reincarnated as someone much different from who she used to be, would she be able to melt his cold heart and face the many tribulations ahead as another moon was coming? Or will this love story end as tragically as it was meant to? Happy Reading :) Disclaimer: I do not own the cover.

Ang buhay ay parang apoy. Kapag maliit, madaling patayin. Kapag malaki, mahirap patayin. Pero hindi gan’on ang tunay na buhay—dahil kahit maliit ka man o malaki, madali ka pa ring patayin. Hindi natin pagmamay-ari ang buhay na meron tayo ngayon pero sadyang may mga taong handang wakasan ang kanilang buhay para sa inaasam-asam na kapayapaan sa sakit na nararamdaman. Meron namang binawian ng buhay na hindi naman nila ginusto, lalo’t na ang pagkitil ng isang buhay na hindi mo naman pagmamay-ari. May mga taong gusto mabuhay, pero hindi nabigyan ng pag-asang mabuhay. Alam nating lahat na ikaw at ako ay magkaiba. Dahil tayo ay ginawa ayon sa gusto ng Diyos, ngunit tatanggapin mo ba ang buhay na hindi naman dapat sa ‘yo? O pababayaan mo na lang dahil hindi mo ito gusto at pagmamay-ari? O gagamitin mo ito para sa iyong paghihiganti? Isang araw na akong walang tulog dahil sa mga pangungutya ng mga kaklase, guro, at mga tinuring kong totoong kaibigan. Hindi ko na alam kung paano ko kakayanin pa. Yesterday, my friends told me to do the dare. Sabi nila, katuwaan lang. I don’t know kung bakit ko ginawa ang katangahang bagay na ‘yon. “Hara, you must do the dare. I promise, he truly likes you.” Nahihiya akong gawin ang dare kasi malalaman nila na meron pala akong tinatagong nararamdaman sa isa sa mga gwapong, magaling, at babaerong sikat na MVP Basketball player sa Cor Jesu College. Sino naman kasi ang hindi magkakagusto sa isang katulad niya na, everytime mo sya na makikita ay ngumingiti siya ‘tapos dagdag mo pa ‘yong mapupula niyang labi at ‘yong thick eyebrows niya. “Okay, I’ll do the dare, but make sure na hindi ‘to malalaman ng iba.” Sila ‘yong mga babaeng grupo sa school namin na nagkaisa para takutin ang mga babae at bakla sa school namin na ‘wag lalapitan o kausapin ang kanilang prinsipe raw. Nakita ko si JM sa labas ng room namin kung saan siya lang mag-isang nakaupo sa isang white plastic chair habang hawak-hawak niya ang kaniyang cellphone. Nasa harap ko na siya pero ang mga kamay, paa, at katawan ko ay parang ayaw nang humakbang papalapit sa kaniya pati na ‘yong anino ko gusto nang umurong. “Sige na, Hara!” boses ni Christian sa likod ko na nagtatago sa may pintuan ng room namin. Lumingon ako at sininyahasan ko na gagawin ko na ang dare nila. “JM, ahm… ano k-kasi,” nauutal ako. Hind ko na tuloy alam kung ano ang sasabihin sa kaniya. Ang mga bibig koy tila parang may nakadikit na glue na parang ayaw na nitong bumuka. Subalit, nilakasan ko ang aking loob upang matapos na ito. “Bakit, Hara?” tanong ni JM, kita sa mukha niya ang pagkalito sa kilos ko. “Dare lang ‘to, huh. Sana ‘wag mong masamain. Can I kiss you?” Hindi ko namalayan—ang pinkish, smooth, at nakakaakit na labi ni JM ay nakadampi na pala sa inosente kong labi. Saglit akong natigilan. His lips... were on mine. Para akong kidlat na tinamaan sa kalmadong gabi—walang babala, walang panahon para umiwas. Ang patak ng ulan ay tila pluma ng tadhana, dahan-dahang sumusulat ng eksenang hindi ko kailanman inasahan. Sa bawat segundo, parang umiikot ang mundo nang mas mabilis—para akong nasa Ferris wheel na nawalan ng kontrol, lumulutang sa pagitan ng takot at pagkamangha. Ang lamig ng paligid ay unti-unting natunaw sa init na hindi ko maipaliwanag, parang apoy na biglang sumiklab sa gitna ng bagyo. I was barely clothed—what I had on was torn to shreds. That’s the only way I could describe myself when they found my body behind the abandoned school comfort room. Makalipas ang ilang taon, tuluyan nang naglaho ang usapan tungkol sa pagkamatay ko. Wala nang balita, wala nang tanong. Siguro’y pinasara na ang kaso dahil wala silang ebidensiyang nakuha, at wala ring makapagsabi kung sino ang pumatay sa akin. Ang lumabas na lang sa balita: suicide. Dahil daw nalulong ako sa droga. Dahil daw sa stress—sa school, sa bahay. But now I’m back… And they’ll pay… For treating me like some toy—something to break, to use, to discard when they were done.

En el amanecer de un nuevo Año Nuevo, surgió una figura siniestra, envuelta en la apariencia de un ángel pero que albergaba la malevolencia de un demonio. Con una voz escalofriante, proclamó: [Cada mes, ustedes, los humanos, se verán empujados a una búsqueda peligrosa. Tu supervivencia depende de superar 20 rondas agotadoras.] De repente, me encontré atrapado en este peligroso juego de supervivencia, un tiovivo grotesco donde cada vuelta llevaba el hedor de la muerte. Sin embargo, no estaba exento de defensas. Poseía un poder inusual: el poder de retroceder 100 veces, la oportunidad de reescribir mi destino. Estoy al borde de mi regresión final y juro: 'Esta vez lo conquistaré'. Saldré victorioso”. Ya no soy el transbordador insignificante que alguna vez fui. Hoy me despojé de mi antiguo yo, el que había alcanzado la cima del poder. ¡Hoy renazco por última vez como Black Scythe, un jugador novato, un novato que una vez más se convertirá en Grim Reaper!.

Marck, un joven de mirada penetrante y recién convertido en adulto al cumplir los 18 años, se sumerge en una aventura épica al adentrarse en la imponente 'Torre Celestial'. En su ascenso, se enfrentará a desafíos que pondrán a prueba su coraje y determinación, mientras lucha contra enemigos astutos y dioses absolutos que amenazan su propia existencia. ¿Podrá Marck conquistar los peligros que acechan en cada piso de la torre y proteger a sus amigos, o sucumbirá ante el poder implacable que yace en lo más alto?"

— — — || Rank Advancement Mission || — — — ▷ Mission Status: Completed ▷ Description: The requirements for rank advancement have been fulfilled. 「Dorian Blackstorm」 — Rank SSS → EX — Level 500 Result: The level and rank have successfully increased! — — — — — — — — — — — After killing and disabling the six SSS rank humans. Like the end of a story, Dorian Blackstorm he died but the constellations, especially one, were watching him and sent him a rather unexpected gift. 「The constellation ??? sends you a gift and congratulates you for advancing in rank.」 「The gift from the constellation ??? has been opened due to the character's state.」 「The constellation ??? gift "Time Clock" has been acquired.」 「The relic "Time Clock" has been used automatically due to the intervention of the constellation ???.」 TICK TACK, TICK TACK. At that moment, I heard the sound of a clock as the entire world turned black and white. Like a video being rewound, the world began to move backward in time.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

The 'Triad of the Night' is a worldwide organization recognized in all Asian, American and other continent countries, who are afraid that one day they will start their movements. Park Chan-woo, its leader and patriarch, holds the title of 'Monarch', which is only given by the previous Monarch. Park Chan-woo swore an oath. 'I promise that I will kill all the members of the Tríada of the night, including the Seven Seats of the organization; with that, my organization will definitely die'. The Seven Seats, who were the seven strongest members of the organization, and Monarch Park Chan-woo went to war and both sides were decimated. Park Chan-woo was the greatest assassin, but he actually wanted such a life; not really, that's why he decided to step aside from the greatest organization in the world. However, he never imagined that he would be reincarnated in a world with magic, where someone with his talent would live as he had always wished. The only problem is that the strong lead that world and so do the nobles.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

“Are you sure this is the right address?” “I’m pretty sure.” They rang the doorbell and a tall handsome man stood in front of them. “Alex?” “Hi, Robbie.” “It’s been a long time.” “Yeah, well..” “Mom,” said a girl who emerged from behind her. “Is he the one?” “The one what?” She rolled her eyes. “Duh?! Can’t you see? I’m your daughter.” “What?! That can’t be right.” “Better believe it, stupid!” “Honey!” “What?” “I thought you said I’m gay, Alex?” “You’re what?” “You hear that right, honey. Your daddy is gay.” ********** All that ten-year old Sasha ever wanted was to meet her true father but every time she asked her mom, she always tried to make excuses. Until one day, as a birthday gift, she finally convinced her to bring her to meet her real father. What she didn’t expect is that he is not what she thought he would be... Allison Jane Macatangay has been known as one of the youngest top models in the fashion world. She had been in the covers of magazines in the country until one day, her dreams had been shattered when she got pregnant by her best friend, Robbie. Thirty-three year old Robert James Magsano, the CEO of JM Cosmetics had almost everything he ever wanted except for one thing. Everyone thinks he is gay because of one person, Alex. So to prove her wrong, he gave her a night she would remember expecting her to tell everyone about it. Except she fled out of the country, and he was left owning up to the stereotype the media has thought of him. For ten years, his life was normal until one day, Alex showed up in his doorstep with a ten-year old girl claiming to be his daughter. Will this news bring Alex and Robbie together or will it tear them apart? What will Sasha do upon knowing who his father is? Come and find out. Note: This will be edited every now and then. ************* Gold Tier Winner of WFP#15: Parenthood. Thank you for all your support. *************** *Book cover created as fan-art credited to: Michelleleee Thank you.

Aiden Montiero, a first-year college student, is navigating life without much experience in relationships or love. He often reflects on his childhood friend, a boy he spent time with at the park, who suddenly stopped showing up one day without explanation. The absence of this friend has left Aiden with lingering questions and a deep sense of longing. As Aiden continues his life, he struggles to understand love and connections, feeling unsure about how to approach them. The memory of his friend and their shared moments at the park becomes a mystery that haunts him. In the end, Aiden is left wondering: Will they ever meet again, and if they do, what will happen between them?

Alex now 11 years old, had lived a solitary life within the confines of his room, content with what he had and avoid the outside world. The quiet routine was shattered by the scraping of paper against the floor a letter had been slipped under his door. It was from the clan elders, assigning him his first mission a simple resource collection run with a party. He tried to rationalize a refusal, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air "comply, or be cast out". With a sigh, Alex donned the clan's standard three-layered suit, a garment he hadn't worn in years, and stepped out into the unfamiliar light, venturing into the unknown.

Vivian Moore an innocent witch of the past who was purge by the fake saint of light. Only to be reborn in the past with her memory intact, still as a witch. Hunted again by that fake saint, the witch was saved by the real saint of light and meet the first prince whom she save from her past and still in her present live. "Let me repay the kindness you once grace me in our two lifetime." —his highness the first prince

[A True Life Story in Fiction] Yetunde, an orphan was fortunate to meet Segun the bonfire son of a former Minister of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. A highly notable, notorious, respected, prominent, wealthy politician based in the ancient city of Ibadan. The unserious love-affairs that transparent between Segun and Yetunde became a reality eventually. The desperate lad of rich politician trickily trapped Yetunde in love and deveined her on the first day of visitation as guest with a ticket for regrets. Meanwhile, Segun’s father could not hold back his passionate affection for Yetunde, a pretty innocent undergraduate in one of the foremost Nigeria University. A good breeding is not pursuable. Yetunde was raped by Segun’s father with the promise of inflicting care if the secret could be a sealed deal forever! What a great taboo and heinous crime? Both the father and son are eating inside the same soup pot of love unknowingly. Unfortunately, Yetunde got pregnant by the politician but the bargain hooked Segun to be held responsible instead. Eventually, Yetunde gave birth to Junior for Segun that resembled the father in-law like a duplicate. Thereafter, she was dashed with #100 Million Naira cash-gifts for hiding the truth against all odds and suspicions. Meanwhile, if the garments on masquerade caught fire; face of the image inside will be identified. Although it may take time, the photographer will one day present the picture of captured images taken with the camera! For how long will The Sealed Secret remain intact and unexposed as promised by Yetunde? When the forest of terror is set-ablaze; lion must not stay inside the den as the king. Really, you are about to unveil one of the most complicated life experience. How Yetunde kept the solemn promise is the pad upon which the tale in The Sealed Secret rests.

“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties. “Oh my…” He muttered devilishly with lust filled eyes, as he roughly grabbed the right cup of my bra, manhandling it as if to get a pre-feel of how the main softness will feel like. I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears. I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar. Who could that be? A savior or another foe? I opened up my eyes, already glazy with tears, and peered at the visitor. He was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, angry man. I couldn’t tell distinctively his facial features because of my tear clothed eyes, but even as I laid as dead underneath my assailant, I could feel his rage rolling over him like waves. “Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly. And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face. But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room. “How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared. ***** Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits. Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen world who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.

En la noche de luna llena, en los callejones de la ciudad, Asher Frostblade, el asesino conocido como el "Asesino legendario", está gravemente herido. Ha caído en una emboscada que lo llevó a una trampa. Debido a la pérdida de sangre, Asher se desploma en el suelo y contempla la luna llena, que curiosamente tiene un color único: un rojo carmesí muy intenso. Mientras cierra los ojos y reflexiona sobre su vida y lo cruel que fue, finalmente muere. Sin embargo, una sensación helada lo envuelve al morir, como si una cubeta de agua fría cayera sobre su rostro y todo su cuerpo. "¿Dónde estoy?" Asher abre los ojos y se encuentra con un rostro desconocido. Tras observar y pensar cuidadosamente, se da cuenta de que ha reencarnado en un nuevo mundo lleno de magia y muchas otras cosas. Se promete a sí mismo que se volverá lo suficientemente fuerte como para no experimentar de nuevo una muerte como la de su vida anterior y para obtener la vida que siempre ha deseado.

What do you do when you get accused by the Supernatural? What do you do when your white garment gets stained? The Hour Is Come is a redemption journey of a pastor who gets accused directly by a supernatural from hell. Pastor Brown has been told there is a particular sin he has to atone for if he is to make heaven and even save the lives of the members of his family, his church and his properties. There is a limited time frame for the accused pastor to make amends. Can he wash his stained garment clean? Will he beat the time? What will be his overall fate? Read this captivating prose work by Oscar de Josh and find out the answers to these questions.

Libby Moore has been born and raised in this tiny beach town her whole life. Finally reaching the age where she can make her own choices, and start experimenting with work outside of the family business. Penelope Adair, the rich and mysterious widow from the city has once again arrived in town for the summer. Will anyone see if the rumors are true? Will anyone discover what she's really like when she lets her guard down and learns to trust again? A whirlwind of excitement is sure to reveal itself in Matlock this summer!

"Carmine... I'm about to...." "Not before I taste you." He delivers me, permitting my legs to drop. "Taste..." He slides down my body and throws my legs over his shoulders with my back squeezed against the chilly metal wall. His warm, thick tongue plunges inside my hot pussy. "Fuck..." I toss my head back, scaling the wall, yet he grasps my thighs, holding me set up. His tongue twirls around my clit, sucking and licking in a way that creeps me out. I curve into him, riding his face, grasping his hair. Sweet delivery is inside my grip, and he keeps sucking, licking, focusing on the areas that settle on me wriggle and decision his name. The stars glint behind my shut eyes, and I open them, gazing at the roof. My shirt is open, Carmine is between my thighs, and give up is torn from my spirit. My climax collides with me like a wave, shaking my entire body and making me pant for air. Carmine clutches me until the last quakes die down before he stands up and kisses my temple delicately. "Much obliged to you," I murmur energetically, resting up against him for help as we both catch our breaths. "That was only the tidbit." Carmine sneers and presses a modest kiss all the rage before at long last squeezing the lift button and getting it under way once more. "Imagine a scenario where somebody saw us." I look at the camera, feeling anxious briefly at the prospect of my own standing and vocation. "They'll be biting the dust to understand how I intend to treat you." With his lips squeezed against my neck, the lift entryways open on the highest level of the extravagant inn, and he ventures out. A dazzling perspective on the city underneath should be visible from the glass walls, the horizon with lights that sparkle and shimmer in the evening. The impression of the actual room is reflected against them, making a wonderful sight. "This is lovely." "Not more lovely than you." He accumulates me in his arms and conveys me inside. He thuds down on the love seat that sets before the lit chimney. With the perspectives on New York around midnight radiating through the windows, he starts to take off my garments. I rapidly copy him, anxious to taste him the manner in which he tasted me. I push his coat off, dropping it to the floor. Then, at that point, I unfasten his dress shirt, tearing his undershirt until I'm holding his solid arms and kissing across his characterized chest, the skin of which I scratched with my nails during my delivery. "You're awesome." "I'm a long way from it, bellissima. Presently, let me see you." He pulls from me and stops to respect me for one minute. The white ribbon bra differentiating against the tan skin and dim twists falling thickly over my shoulders. "Strip for me."

Abby has decided to move in with her Grandmother on their neglected farm to try to restore the family legacy, and maybe even discover life's simple pleasures.

‘The pit of love has emerged. Let all cursed hearts jump into it.’ — The feared princes of the seven elemental lines are all cursed for their sins, each with a harsher binding than the last. Unfortunately, they know not of the way to break this everlasting curse that taints their immortality other than the fact that the answer lies with a certain blue-haired maiden. Alfina — also known as Blue — lives a fairly ordinary life among the lower class. At least, that’s until she encounters the seven immortal princes that will wage war just to have her. Overjoyed for getting the chance to become an elite in the sand-line, she embarks on a new turnaround in her life. Yet, this new life for Blue brings about challenges that she has never faced before— she has to adjust to the strict rules of the high house but that is the least of the obstacles tossed in her way. And when the heavens set a deadline to put an end to the reign of the princes, who amongst the cursed will ultimately attain the reprieve they’ve always desired and be free from the bondage of heaven and its punishment? Now that the peace that has been forged is broken, will the fabled ‘true love’ be able to triumph above it all? — “I did not touch any of my wives this month, Blue, I couldn't bring myself to.” His fruity voice grazed her ears. Gulping unsurety down her throat, she asked, “Why did you do that, your eminence?” Her head was still bowed in respect. “All that ravages my senses now is your delicious lavender scent. Your blue hair should be sown into garments for they are all I want to drape over my skin. Your mysterious blue eyes follow me everywhere I go even in your absence.” His strong hand raised her tender chin so that she could look him in the eye. As her eyes interlocked with his usually-empty ones, she noticed that they were graced with emotions this time. She took a hesitant step back. “Your eminence...” That was all that could escape her shaky lips. She could still feel his breath on her face. “I abandoned my monthly duties, Blue. You might not know but I am going to suffer gravely for it. Until I figure out what you have done to me, I am going to be punished every month.” She heard a chuckle but still, she could not merge her gaze with his. “But it's okay, Blue. If it's for you, I will suffer for a month and thousands more.” _____ Follow my Instagram; @_HeeSha_TA Discord; @HeeSha_TA #7559

In the land of Marinda, where magic reigns and clans possess unique powers, "The Lost Amethyst" tells a captivating tale of conflict and intrigue. As tensions rise between the Viper clan, the Wolf-monkey clan, and the Great Dragon clan, a purple crystal stone called Amethyst becomes the source of envy and chaos. Amidst this turmoil, Jin Li, the revered leader of the Great Dragon clan, makes the difficult decision to send his newborn daughter Mae Li to Earth, along with the precious Amethyst stone, to protect her from harm. Mae Li's journey on Earth is fraught with hardship and isolation, as she struggles to fit in with the humans around her. In Marinda, Master Yuze's insatiable greed leads him to vow to obtain the powerful Amethyst at any cost. To carry out his plan, he commands an enslaved Wolf-monkey, Chen Zhao, to venture down to Earth in human form. Meanwhile, Liang Fang, the son of the Viper Queen, also seeks to prove his worth by obtaining the Amethyst on Earth. However, taking human form comes at a terrific price for each of them. Mae Li’s life was jinxed, and her grandmother gave up her sight to live on Earth. Chen Zhao’s health is severely compromised hence, he was indebtedly loyal to Master Yuze, being the only provider of his medicine. It wasn't any better for Liang Fang as he was unable to feel emotions. In the same degree, they embark on their quest, the question remains: how long can they sustain this guise and withstand the challenges that lie ahead? As Mae Li navigates the challenges of high school, she becomes entangled in a love triangle with Liang Fang and Chen Zhao, both of whom have their own agendas. However, Jade Qing, the queen bee of JM Memorial High School had eyes for the Viper Prince. What adversity awaits in this love cube? Liang Fang's charming demeanor hides a dark secret, and when he betrays Mae Li, she is forced to confront the danger that surrounds her. Will she be able to protect the Amethyst stone and herself from harm, and what consequences will her actions have for Marinda and the clans involved? "The Lost Amethyst" is a thrilling and magical novel that explores themes of power, betrayal, and love in a world where anything is possible.

"Strip." His voice was icy as he gave an instruction. This was not the Bella she was expecting. She was instantly overcome with terror since she had never imagined that such a day would arrive. Pretending not to hear what he said, she responded, "Sir?" "Do you not hear?" The floor shook in response to his irate response as his wolf emerged. She paused as she turned to face the guy who had stripped her before shakily reaching for her dress's rope. Strip or I’d have the guards do it for you, and then shakingly, she reached for the rope of her dress but hesitated as she turned to look at the man who had just given her a command. He had no remorse in his eyes. Only hatred was so raw, and it chilled her. She untied the rope that held her garment, and it fell on the floor, exposing her petite body. Her hands trembled as she tried covering her body in shame, but she knew she just had to be brave for herself to avoid his wrath. But then she had him say “She’d serve you all today, but make sure she is not marked because she is mine. " What!!! Bella Jacob, a 25-year-old she-wolf and princess of Kastel. She was taken as a slave after her Father’s wicked kingdom was destroyed by Alpha Cullen. Cullen White, a 35 years old ruthless and no-mercy Alpha and ruler of his pack. He was taken to captivity by Bella’s father but he later escaped and took his captor’s daughter as a slave. What will be the fate of Bella in her captor’s kingdom? Will she survive the punishments given to her? Will she melt the heart of the alpha king who became ruthless due to her father’s cruelty? What will happen to Cullen after his encounters with his archenemy’s daughter? Who will tame the Beast in him? Find out all the answers to your questions in this amazing story.