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its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me
Hruday_Jh_9316 · 3.3K Views

High School DxD : Diablos of the Old School Building

The story revolves around Issei Hyoudou, a lecherous high school student attending Kuoh Academy, a former all-girls school that has recently turned co-ed. He lives a peaceful life with his equally-perverted friends, Matsuda and Motohama, until he is called for a date by a girl named Yuuma Amano. At the conclusion of the date at night, Issei is brought to a local park, where Yuuma asks him if he wants to know what her wish is. Under the impression of receiving a kiss from the girl, Issei is shocked when Yuuma whispers the words "Can you die for me?" and transforms into a Fallen Angel. Issei is brutally attacked and killed by Yuuma, his last sight being a glimpse of red hair in front of him. The next day, Issei wakes up to find himself alive, leading him to assume the events that transpired yesterday were all but a bad dream. Later, after spending the night watching some porno DVDs with his friends, Issei walks home and finds himself in the same place where Yuuma had killed him. He is then attacked and wounded by a male Fallen Angel Dohnaseek until a crimson-haired woman named Rias Gremory steps in and saves him, just before Issei loses consciousness from the light spear that was thrown by the Fallen Angel. The next morning, Issei, under the assumption the events that occurred yesterday were all just a dream again, wakes up to find a naked Rias in his bed. Rias reveals her identity as a Devil to Issei, and claims that she has reincarnated him into a Devil, thus beginning his new life as a Devil servant in the Occult Research Club..
Rock_writer · 12.6K Views

Letters for my Mother

"Letters for my Mother" is a collection of thoughts, emotions, and socioeconomic factors that have hindered my mother and me until her passing in 2007. At that time, I was away from home, moving from place to place, bunking on my sister's house one year and moving on to the other like clockwork. It was traumatic for me since I grew up knowing that I come from a large family of twelve and now living with different people all together or sometimes coming home to find my big sister hasn't arrived from work, so it was books and TV to keep me company. Most of the time, they were trying times as distance kept my two brothers and me from bonding fully. I am glad that I found an outlet for my part where everything seems to be going and coming. What was constantly being right was I thank them fully for taking me to high school, where I found my calling. Art, for me, was a constant where everything is a variable. I never knew I was artistically gifted in all areas of art. I found myself doing drama and musical at form one barely one month into the school. Next year, I found myself in Environment and Science Congress. I had hoped initially that I would blossom to be a scientist. There was this character, Dexter's lab, where he was a boy genius living in a suburban home and having a secret lab in the basement; it was an eye-opening factor for me, and I had to exercise to the fullest. Form three and four were full of music and festival of arts; that was where I grew my art to visual, and poetry came to me as a second language. You probably have figured out that school for me was not for learning, rather for making friends and trying my foot in various forms of art. After high school and pre-youth and college year (I studied computer graphic design for three months, and I dropped out for one reason I will share in my latter works), I found my calling in theatre and performing arts. I loved being on stage, acting, and bringing characters to life with costumes and lights. Telling narratives to the audience and watching them move with awe and splendor. Some hated me from curtain raise to curtain call, booing me for being the antagonist, and applauded wildly when I played the hero. After a while, I felt sick and stagnant for doing the same thing and staging in the same theatre. I saw different cultures and people around Kenya, my country, and settled for drawing and writing poetry and books. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about my works and would write and draw sketches, and if they don't work out, I would tear them out and flush them. I know I was my worst critic, but I had my first break at 2017 under Storymoja and mentorship of Muthoni Garland, Samira Mathews, and Monity Odera. I published a children's book, "Monsters Who Disobeyed," translated to Swahili, also known as "Malipo ya Ukaidi." It was a milestone for me. I really appreciate my efforts, and three years later, I compiled this book for myself and also the whole world as a reminder that you can be yourself and be the greatest version; you just have to believe. My shortcoming is that my mother, may her soul rest in peace, would be proud of the young man I have become, being that I have never had the chance to show her how talented I am. To all the dreamers and the creatives out there, I would like to give a nugget of wisdom to all that the first step is the hardest, but you will get there eventually. After a while, I must say I am well-versed with various art forms, and I speak the language fluently. As a reader and a fan of my work, I must acknowledge that it is a pleasure giving you access to my world, and I hope to share a room in your library as a favorite.
ODUOR_ISADIAH · 16K Views

Ignited

"Female… what are you called?" A light, hesitant, female voice says in my head. I freeze, my head going a thousand miles an hour, Holy Macaroni and Chicken Nuggets! I stare at the creature and it's staring at me intently. I must be going crazy, I shake my head and the creature squints its eyes, slightly.      "You heard me?" The same voice says in my head. Without thinking, I nod in response. The thing releases a face of surprise, it's eyes widening, its muscles relaxing a teeny bit. I keep my eyes taped on it, or I'm guessing her. I'm so surprised that I can't speak, so… I try to speak in my mind back, "Umm… Hello? Yeah, I can hear you? whatever you are… No offense."  I really don't want to get this thing mad. It looks even more bewildered when I'm guessing it hears me.  "Hello, as I was asking, what is it the humans call you?" I hesitate when she asks this, I just met this creature, closely reminding me of a dragon. Like, two minutes ago, should I trust her? Then I realize, I thought that out loud.  "You can trust me, no one knows about me. By the way, yes  I'm a dragon. The answer to your last question." I think of what Chris said earlier, "… or a dragon perhaps…" No, Chris has a funny imagination, maybe it's just a coincidence. Yeah he really doesn't believe in dragons…. does he? "I'm Samantha, my friends call me Sam. What's your name?" The dragon's eyes smile slightly, glad that I chose to trust her. "My name…" she says in my head, hesitant, "is Emberlynn." A mix of fantasy, romance, coming of age, and adventure. Authors note: Hope you all like it and ALL comments/suggestions/ideas are welcome. also I'm trying to decide if this should be a trilogy or not. *need help on that* if you could, THANKS A BUNCH! ^-^
Shiriko_Rose · 66.2K Views

The human in me

She knew there was more to life than this. There had to be right? She was only 25. Not old enough to be complacent..stagnant. Also, not young enough to be naive, and gullible. “How could I let this happen?” Shaking her head with dismay. “Ah, the demon I knew verses the one I didn’t that’s how! Literally.” She thought out loud. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She knew this would happen. She twisted the strains of her dark raven hair around her index finger for what seemed like the millionth time. She did this when contemplating her life decisions, which was more often than she cared to admit. She glanced up from her unnaturally thick long eyelashes to have her glacier blue eyes land on someone. A man tall, dark, mysterious and not to forget handsome which by the way would put the embodiment of his physical physique to shame. Tattoos, and oh my those what seemed like the Gods sculpted him and every muscle, every little detail, out of some imaginary playbook of how to make every woman on planet Earth fall in love with him. “Shoot! He’s looking at me..was I staring too long?! Crap! Crap! Crap! He’s walking this way.” His strides confident and sure. Like no one stood between him and the very thing he wanted, and what he wanted was the girl with raven hair, full lips, defined cheekbones, glacier blue eyes, and a body so average the Gods definitely did not sculpt her out of a play book. More like the Gods slapped her together on a conveyor belt with all the other mannequins for mass production. Sure she could pull of a two piece bathing suit, sure her breasts and butt were a tad above average, sure she had some piercings and tattoos to separate her from the rest, but beyond that she was a 5”3 in height, 120 pounds,a one giant piece of average. That girl is me. Yes, I literally fell in love with a demon, and yes he broke my heart. Big shocker you’re thinking to yourself right? Yeah, I know..believe me I know. Now this Heaven sent of a man, literally the opposite of my ex is walking my way. Did I forget to mention I’m human? Oh, such a tiny detail in the grand scheme of things. I literally had no knowledge of this ‘supernatural’ stuff before this point. Literally didn’t know angels and demons walked the earth, like for real. How is it both have caught my eye, and I caught both in return? “Kayden, hi!” The man came to stop, and lowered himself to my height just inches from my face. Almost out of passion, pure unadulterated primal passion, and instinct. He slid his narrow fingers around the back of my neck, resting his other hand gently on my cheek, and kissed me like he had never lost before. Like that kiss depended on the very salvation of him and the world that he knew. He kissed me like a cheesy rom com chasing after the woman he loved in the rain to stop her from taking that plane somewhere else across the world other than right there in his arms. The breathe taking kind, the kind that makes your forget all sorrow, all time, and everyone and thing around you. As he pulled his lips away slowly, like it was a thing he never wanted to do he looked at you tenderly waiting for me to say something. “Why me?” I asked exasperated. Seconds felt like hours. “Kayden?” “You are simply someone I can’t live without Relan.” His reply matter of fact. “ So now what?” I look at him for the answer, and one I already know. “ So now, you have to do one of two things love. You either choose to live and forget, or well the other option.” He said with sadness in his eyes. “Yeah I know, I know, die and remain with you no one loses their wings, I gain a pair, and your parasite of a brother douche nugget of a demonic ex boyfriend get sent back to the fiery pits of the underworld..no pressure or anything.” I say sarcastically like it’s no big deal. Though it is very much a BIG deal. He gives you a knowing look. I may hate my ex, and lord knows he hurt me, pun intended, but do I really want to send him back to the underworld? I thought to myself. Well..Maybe?
Moriah_Smith_4238 · 2.9K Views

King ill sok of korea

The story of of a girl name reanà of twitch this year i create Fb account so it happen that life began to force Is like in movie sadako, the ring ringo and other horror movie It begun when finaly create a ccount the realy ghost exist When you like out escape l,a I started wondering it seem there is a wowan in my lap So i decided not to think is bad joke i alone And some else were there a girl in lap But i cont my life over and over like in mexico and american U cross country between border of american and mexica to go in other country tide a train jump until you die Many mexican do cross border to to agfanistan to terorist But story not train korea to a bady no Is just me that some in pocket just to buy to store 20 pesos and i just forget i have some body in lime bean But night itseem different is like commando But there is in bed, And ready lunch the rocket to get to sleep So i said is just to old show porno and playboy sell korea love ,, ramen So i turn my self and sleep And tommorrow is a jungle out there conquering mars And hold espirit that life may pass I watch a porno or my is horror so watch horror But it not seem just end that earth they say it has a rainbow in middle if class and joint the star war alien invade me But its not like that is boy try sleep but there is out there Ready to rediscovered like a magellan when open refigirator and find only water and water and just kill lapulapu i never learn from porn. But who care that there is ghost in side of us not just But the dead what to sleep. To be cont,,,,,,,,,
Alex_Makoy · 3.2K Views

It's not over until I win

As the first bite of freshly cooked nuggets went into his mouth he felt a meld of some rich spices which ended bursting a lot of flavors. As he was gulping the food in, all of a sudden he held his neck and fell down on his cold marble floor. He started floundering on the floor and was actually trying to free himself from the pain he suddenly went through. He felt his throat out as he lurch around. Meanwhile he went through a sudden pessimesim and couldn't stop himself thinking the worst aspects that could happen with him. Those thoughts prevailed in his mind for pretty long and he was about to pass out but suddenly he realized that he was poisoned. ... Vansh have eventually convinced Arhaan to talk over things that is a kind of reunion with their old friends. He then started contacting his other friends but it wasn't as easy as to slurp noodles, it was a bit demanding. There was something so horrendous happened in their past due to which all of them parted ways. But Vansh wasn't going to wobble. He worked his fingers to Bone and convinced all of them but they still had a piece of hatred in their hearts for each other. Their friendships and lives weren't easy; the destiny has written something else for them. And they went through the most fatal turn of their lives. Those killings were not stopping. The police and the investigating department considered it to be an accidental death but somebody was there who didn't believe. He knew it was a murder. Those friends' lives were getting so connected to the killer that it seemed like it was a game going between them. He was playing with them and his side was definitely indestructible. Hence '''IT WAS NOT GOING TO BE OVER UNTIL HE WINS!''' ... To know a lot more thrill that Arhaan, Vansh, Aarohi, Zoya and Kabir went through do read the novel!!!
Veroes_S7 · 18K Views
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