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"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Bei Ran lay on the operating table, Gu Qingchen was her surgeon. His eyes, deep as the Aegean Sea, gazed at her: "Honey, it's been four years since we got married, and you're still afraid of me?" Honey? Last night he already threw a divorce agreement at her, what right does he have to call her that? In City A, Gu Qingchen is a long-lasting legend. He is a leading figure in the medical field and a major shareholder in a Fortune 500 company, capable of great influence in the business world. He only needed an obedient wife. Bei Ran was so 'obedient' that he never had to worry. The four-year marriage was just a matter of agreement, but who is the one lingering endlessly after the divorce? She accidentally fell into water at a wedding she was hosting, he said: "Beg me, you know I'm always responsive to your demands!" "Gu Qingchen, we're divorced!" Bei Ran couldn't stand it anymore! He laughed coldly: "Bei Ran, we've been married for four years, you have a five-year-old daughter, do you really want to die here?" Bei Ran was shocked, he knew? Would he fight her for her daughter? Gu Qingchen could never have imagined that the chubby little bun in front of him was actually his biological daughter! "Bei Ran, you hid it from me for five years, always flawlessly obedient before me, tell me, how should I punish you?" Gu Qingchen raised a bloodthirsty smile. Could she possibly not tell him there is also a son who looks just like him! Theater Version: The teacher informed Bei Ran that her son had used a scalpel in school to investigate the cause of death of poisoned small animals. Her daughter was causing a stir in school with her stock trading. In her anger, she said, "No one to take you to school today, take the bus yourselves." The daughter sought help from Gu Qingchen but got no response, so she said: "Yesterday, a pretty aunt stayed in Dad's office for an hour, and her skirt was super short." The twins truly had a shared understanding; the son said: "The station manager hugged Mom yesterday, even kissed her cheek, and said he would never let go!" Bei Ran and Gu Qingchen spoke in unison: "Trying to sow discord, you're still too naive, go to school yourselves!" The siblings shouldered their backpacks and went to take the bus, while the couple returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. She leapt onto him, her fiery temper on full display: "You actually stayed with that woman for an entire hour?" He was overbearingly domineering: "Damn it, which part of you did he kiss, I will seal his mouth with a scalpel!"

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality, one where I was in the past. [System installation complete] [Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System] [You’ve been taken back in time] I used to be perverted 50 year old man infatuated with younger women in short tight skirts, but now I was in the past with a system. A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it. Women, money, fame, from where I stood, all these are at my finger tips. Not only is everyone's mother wife and sister in danger, but so are their companies and territories. it's just a matter of whether I want to own google or be a simple shareholder in Tesla, infact, why not have both. There is the option of being a CEO but I don't want that to interfere with my leisure. My plan is sound and simple but unfortunately you can't eat your cake and have. If I want to be at the top of the world, then I have to be ready to face problems of those at the top, for example. "What do u mean witches are real" TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon. PS: All characters in this book are above 18

Mimi's just a regular high school girl... kind of. Cute, sweet, and always glowing in her soft Douyin makeup, she's the type who smiles at strangers and leaves little heart stickers on everything she owns. With golden blonde streaks in her black hair and a closet full of pastel skirts, she's basically a walking filter. But her world flips upside down when her parents suddenly drop a bomb: she's getting married. To a Russian CEO. Who's ten years older. And doesn't even like her. Kijo Volkov is cold, ruthless, and way too busy running her billion-dollar company to care about romance - especially not with some high school girl who thinks love is pink and sparkly. She didn't even show up to their wedding night. Just signed the papers, handed over the penthouse keys, and went back to work like nothing happened. Now Mimi's living in her apartment, completely alone. Every morning she wakes up early to cook breakfast for a wife who never shows up. She goes to school, comes home, makes lunch, and waits. Kijo never texts. Never calls. Barely speaks. But Mimi doesn't give up easily. Even if her wife is cold, Mimi's heart is warm. Even if they barely speak... they still live under one roof. And this marriage? It's legally binding. She didn't ask for this. Neither did Kijo. But fate doesn't care what they want. And hearts don't stay frozen forever. This is a slow-burn, age-gap, enemies-to-lovers sapphic romance filled with tension, emotional walls, late-night gazes... and yes, NSFW scenes throughout. GL (Girl x Girl) Mature / 18+ content Slow burn romance with spice Cold CEO x Soft Schoolgirl vibes

Seraphina, daughter of the Duke of Balleon, is called a wicked woman obsessed with power and status. She trampled her rivals and rose to the position of empress that everyone looked up to, but she had one desire that she could not reveal to others. That desire for destruction. The higher you fly, the greater the shock when you fall. Seraphina imagines a future where she will fall from the most splendid position and be destroyed, and today, too, she is soaking wet under her skirt.

Emperor Yongning wanted a daughter, but had eighteen sons in a row instead. So, he went looking for a Divination Master and asked whether or not he was fated to have a daughter in this life. The Divination Master told him, “Your Majesty, you have a daughter. She’s already been born a long time ago.”Emperor Yongning waved his hand and said, “I only have eighteen sons, no daughter.” “No, you have seventeen sons and one daughter.”Emperor Yongning: “That’s impossible!”Until one day, Emperor Yongning saw his eighteenth son, Jun Ning, wearing his hair up in two buns and dressed in a pink skirt, looking like a little girl. He came up to the emperor excitedly. “Father, I’m not a prince! I’m a princess, just like you always wanted!”Emperor Yongning: “...What nonsense is this? You’re my son.”Jun Ning: “No, I’m your daughter.” “Come! We’ll give you a checkup!”After the checkup, Jun Ning turned out to be a girl. Emperor Yongning: “...I…I have a precious daughter!”

Gerard’s biggest problem used to be getting rejected by girls. Now it’s surviving demon lords, ancient angel drama, and a pop idol devil in a mini skirt. Turns out he’s a Nephilim, half angel, half demon and everyone either wants his blood or wants to raise hell with it. Armed with nothing but bad luck and the laziest archangel ever, Gerard’s about to stumble into the most ridiculous apocalypse of all time. God has a plan. Gerard is not in it.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mature Content + Dark Themes] Having spent her life avoiding the spotlight, María Jośe never imagined she’d be the one to bring shame to her esteemed De la Vega family. With beauty as captivating as a field of lilies, she is the prized daughter of an ambitious father who cares more for his reputation than his children’s happiness. When Álvaro Montenegro, the arrogant heir to the Alpha title, sets his sights on her as his chosen Luna, María Jośe is desperate for a way out. But everything changes when the Moon Goddess answers her prayer in the most unexpected way: María Jośe discovers she is an Omega—wolfless and the lowest rank in the pack. Once held in awe, she is now shunned; a source of shame to her father and a target for ridicule in the pack. As her life turns upside down , María Jośe's hatred for the pack grows. The only solace she finds is in her growing, forbidden bond with Axel Montenegro—Álvaro’s older brother, who has long turned his back on the pack. These two developed a love-hate friendship born from their shared disdain for the pack’s cruelty, which slowly evolves into a passionate and secret romance. But when Álvaro discovers Axel’s interest in María Jośe, jealousy ignites within him and he suddenly wants María Jośe as his own. Love, vengeance, and betrayal all brewed into a whirlwind of drama, desires, and deadly comebacks. Will María Jośe rise from the ashes of her former life, or will she be consumed by the power struggles of the pack she despises? Will she give in to the oldest brother who is scared of commitment or the younger one who fiercely seeks redemption? ______ EXCERPT: “Axel, no. We… can’t do this!” I jolted back when he pulled up my skirt. As if to retaliate, Axel grabbed my wrist and yanked my body to his. “We can do whatever I say we can do, María José.” “I’m your brother’s reject. Do you even hear yourself right now? He didn’t want me, Axel. What does that make me to you?” “I don’t care about Álvaro’s foolishness. It's his loss for losing a woman like you.” “Okay, I must confess. I'm not worried about him either. It's Rosa… you're getting engaged to my sister in a month!” “Let me remind you, María José—I don’t give a fuck about that either.” No matter how hard I jerked, Axel wasn’t letting me go. And part of me so, so foolishly didn’t want him to.

'Tis not I who have brought you here." She confessed. Sylvie was relieved and confused. she asked then, "Then who?" Bouvier fluffed her skirts and sat on the edge of the bed beside Sylvie. "Prince Randolf Canis. Owner and Heir of Canis Island." She furnished. The name wa sunfasmiliar to Sylvie. She had never heard of him before. "I-I-I don't know him. Wh-what does he want with me?" She stammered out, still in shock. "He wants you for his bride," Bouvier informed her as if she were telling her about the weather. "B-but why me? H-He can have anyone on the Island. I am a nobody." She confessed. "That may be, my dear, but Prince Randolf wants you." Her words made Sylvie nervous. What was going on? She had never laid eyes on this man or heard of him for that matter and now he had kidnapped her only to propose. It all seemed so surreal. She sat there in silence wondering then she asked her question aloud, "What if I say no to Prince Randolf's proposal?" Bouvier turned and looked at her then, " If you do not accept the Prince's proposal he will kill everyone on the Island." Sylvie wasn't prepared for those types of consequences. "It is imperative that you understand that whatever Prince Randolf wants, Prince Randolf gets. I know the Islanders weren't the most welcoming lot to you and Luna, but they are people. Some of them good people don't deserve to die because of the actions of Luna and that maniac. Pay the debt and be done with it. Start a new life here. He is a very wealthy, handsome Prince. Marry him. Bear him sons and live happy. You had no prospects anywhere else, and if he sets you free I don't think you would last out there alone for three days." Bouvier made it all sound so surreal. She made the choice to marry him sound so easy, but she wasn't the one having to marry a Tyrant. She knew she had no choice in this matter. As much as she hated her mother now she couldn't allow her actions to further jeopardize the islanders' lives...

Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of ​​her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?

Emperor Yongning liked his daughter, but he gave birth to eighteen sons in a row. For this reason, he specially asked the master to fortune-telling. Did he have a daughter? The master told him, “Your Majesty, you have a daughter, and the daughter was born long ago.” Emperor Yongning waved his hand and said, “I only have eighteen sons and no daughters.” Master: “No, you have only seventeen sons.” The other is a daughter. Emperor Yongning: “Absolutely impossible.” Until one day, Emperor Yongning saw his eighteenth son Jun Ning, wearing a double-ring bun, wearing a pink skirt, pretending to be a little girl, and excitedly said to him: “Father, I am It’s not the prince, I’m the little princess you always miss!” Emperor Yongning: “…What nonsense, you are my son.” Jun Ning: “No, I’m your daughter.” “Come on, give me a medical examination!” After the test, it turned out to be a daughter. Emperor Yongning: He, he has a precious daughter.

Kingston Wealth, who is he??? Most popular in New York,, No one as ever beat him to the tittle most popular. If perfection is a person,, he will gladly be given the tittle, no that's what everyone sees him...The most popular Playboy in New York,Ever lady's dream guy. He his always after any thing under skirt and never got tired of its,He has Never...if it's not about skirt count him out of it,He has never dated. Not in this lifetime has it ever occured to him to date, The Word LOVE is not for someone like him. Meet, Brianna Morris....A girl who has always wanted to be Tomboy all her life, even tho she has got the look every girls dreamed to have she has never been pleased with being a girl,Not Ever!! She has always dressed like a Boy from her childhood which her mum was strictly against, but she ended up running away from home just to leave the life she has always wanted, what more she is a troublemaker, Her middle name actually. What happened when she finally got accepted in the same school as the KINGSTON!! What happened if these Crazy Souls Meet??

Pining for You Red Lodge Series, Book One Noah Archer has spent a lifetime playing by the rules-small-town cop, hometown boy, quiet crush on the girl who never noticed him. When Juliet Briar, Red Lodge's sunshine-in-a-skirt preschool teacher, suddenly starts seeing him not as the polite kid from high school, but as the man who's always been there, Noah's carefully kept heart doesn't stand a chance. But Juliet's not looking for drama. Noah will have to show her, one steady act at a time, that sometimes, the man you've been waiting for is the one who's always been waiting for you. A small-town romance about second chances, quiet devotion, and falling for the one who's been yours all along.

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.

"Bound by Obsession" Genre: Dark Romance | Billionaire Romance | Obsession Hermione Isabelle Vale, a sharp, ambitious lawyer, never expected her life to be upended by a billionaire with a dangerous obsession. Dylan Alexander Voss, the enigmatic CEO of Voss Enterprise, becomes fixated on her after their first charged encounter at an exclusive party. But Dylan isn’t the type to let go. He wants her—body, mind, and soul. When he offers her a powerful position within his company, Hermione finds herself drawn into a web of power, control, and undeniable attraction. As Dylan’s obsession grows, so does the tension between them, blurring the lines between business and desire. Hermione’s fierce independence is tested, but Dylan is relentless—he’ll stop at nothing to make her his. In a world where obsession is the ultimate power, will Hermione be able to break free—or will she be bound to him forever?

"Laurie got dumped? It serves her right! What woman would earn money to support a man's education?!" "I heard she even had an abortion. That woman is truly worthless!" After breaking up with her ex-fiance, Laurie rushed into a hasty marriage with a man she had just met. Laurie grew up in a single-parent family and had been childhood sweethearts with her ex-fiance. Due to his family's poor financial situation, Laurie contributed half of her salary to support his education. However, she didn't expect her ex-fiance to dump and abandon her for the sake of climbing the social ladder. Laurie's reputation plummeted in no time, and rumors about her spread like wildfire. Just when everyone thought Laurie would never find a good match again, she unexpectedly got married quickly! Everyone: "With the kind of woman she is, what good man would marry her?" Later, people discovered that the man she married was not only exceptionally good but also the son of a billionaire! Initially, Claude firmly stated that he would never get into a real relationship with her and advised her not to harbor any illusions about him. Laurie happily agreed. The two reached an agreement and quickly became a sweet couple in public but were simply "neighbors" behind closed doors. However, it didn't take long for Laurie to realize that this man was becoming increasingly controlling. He wouldn't allow her to return home late, wear short skirts or interact with other men. He even constantly clung to her! Finally, Laurie couldn't take it anymore and asked for a divorce. But regardless of what she said, the man refused to agree to it!

Axel Carter Texan born, Los Angeles based playboy was everything between skirt chasing and chronic womanising. Backed with his Adonis-quarterback look, he got any and every woman he wanted. He goes into Escort services for the fun of it with just two rules; Never see a client twice, and keep your heart at bay. Things are about to change when Catalina Jordan, LA most successful woman, demanded his services. He breaks his first rule, but when her drop dead gorgeous husband, Brandon Jordan comes into the picture, Axel is forced to break another rule. Cobwebbed in conflicting feelings for both husband and wife, Axel is between a rock and a hard place. But there's the catch, Axel is straight as a pole.

Kazuma Hoshino, a 34-year-old shut-in with an unhealthy obsession with women and zero regrets, dies after a particularly embarrassing incident involving a limited-edition body pillow. Instead of eternal darkness, he’s reincarnated into a fantasy world as Kain Velhart, a 12-year-old prodigy with god-tier magical prowess and a body that screams "heartthrob." Blessed with an ancient artifact that amplifies his already absurd magical talent, Kain is unstoppable, except when it comes to his raging hormones. In a world of dragons, demons, and kingdoms on the brink of war, Kain’s priorities are skewed: mastering forbidden spells, slaying monsters with a flick of his wrist, and chasing every skirt in sight. His perverted antics land him in hot water with fiery heroines, tsundere princesses, and even a sultry demoness who might just be his match. But when the world needs a hero, Kain’s ruthless side emerges, cutting down enemies with cold precision and unmatched power.

She was drugged by her cousin sister, who mistook the bed of empire junior, and was crushed. After that, he married her, who incarnated a ferocious beast, and plundered her. He is a great personage in the West-harbour city. He holds great power, who is endowed with extraordinary talent, acting with great determination, and turns his hands over in the business world. Cheng Nuo thought that such an emotionless marriage, as long as they get along well with each other, but when He Zikai’s little nephew stood in front of her, Cheng Nuo panicked, and she actually married her first love’s uncle. Cheng Nuo thought that as long as she was gentle and clever, the man would spoil herself for a lifetime. However, when her husband appeared in public with other women in his arms, her comfortable life was broken and she fled with a broken heart. Five years later, when they met again, He Zikai recognized her at a glance and pressed her straight into the corner. “Woman, in this life, don’t want to escape from the palm of my hand.”

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.

"Be wary of skirt storm, my boy," Max's grandpa passed him the golden rule, just like he passed his inheritance and truth about their family's origins. After learning all of this, Max naturally decided to become like his grandpa. He would visit dungeons and other worlds, then get a ticket to the legendary tower! But first, he needed a good experience, for he had never had any contact with fantasy worlds. Luckily for him, the villains on Earth had a pretty interesting scheme, which Max would benefit from!

Endels went through 27 scenarios, and in each of them, his life ended in an unpleasant way. Death from a prince's sword, driven by jealousy, death from a curse that a mage cast on him, death from broken ribs when a guardsman captain decided he was behind the revolutionary movement. Death, death, death. The only respite was his younger sister, but unfortunately, most of the bad endings were associated with her. Not with her, but with the harem of madmen who followed her skirt like chickens. In his last attempt, Endels is given a chance to spend the bonuses he has earned from past successes, and he prioritizes only one person — himself. If he doesn't survive this time, there won't be another chance. It's time to stop being a compliant actor's dog. One day he will wake up again in his warm apartment on the 6th floor of Yongsan — and it doesn't matter what price he has to pay for it.

Stephanie never meant to stay long. She only wanted to honor her mother’s dying wish work for the Smiths, just like she did. But the mansion is a trap. And the three heirs? Monsters in tailored suits. Jason was the sweet one or so she thought. One glass of water, a gentle smile, and she started feeling dizzy, hot, weak. Before she could speak, he was already guiding her into Hardin’s room. “You’ll like this,” Jason whispered, brushing her hair back like a lover. Hardin was waiting. Cold eyes. Hands that didn’t ask. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Jason held her down by the waist while Hardin’s lips grazed her chest through her uniform, his fingers exploring without shame. Her breath hitched, body trembling between fear and confusion. “You look even prettier like this,” Hardin smirked, sliding her skirt up slowly. “Helpless. Soft. Made for us.” she tried to resist but it came out as a weak moan,She moaned weakly drugged, burning, dizzy while Jason’s hands roamed under her blouse, tracing every inch. But the door slammed open. Damien. Fury in his eyes. Veins pulsing. One look at Stephanie’s flushed body pinned between his brothers and he snapped. Jason stepped forward. “She’s fine” The punch came hard and fast, Jason’s body hitting the wall with a loud thud. Damien didn’t stop. He ripped Stephanie away from Hardin’s bed, dragging her into his arms like she was his and only his. “You let them touch you?” he growled, slamming the door behind them. Before she could speak, his mouth crashed on hers. The kiss was wild, deep, punishing. His tongue owned her, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her off the ground. She clung to him, breathless, heart pounding. “You’re mine, Stephanie,” he hissed, biting her lower lip. “Only mine. And I’ll remind you every damn time they try to take what belongs to me.” Her world spun again but this time, it wasn’t from the drug. It was from him. And in that moment, Stephanie realized… she might never be able to escape

[WSA entry, Romance Fantasy] After dying on a train to Guilin, Hatsuki found herself being saved by a mysterious man called “master” while the people around him called him “The under-realm’s arbiter”. In a world of Spirits, Hatsuki searched for her purpose beyond finding the final essence of her mother. To let go of her past and start anew. How will the 19-year-old Hatsuki navigate through the world of spirits that is centered around heaven and hell? Trope: Grumpy & Sunshine. Reincarnation. Star crossed lovers. Updates: Everyday Privilege: cheap P.S. I would like to thank Homeless_straycat for the cover and Hansora for the fonts. ~ “Beautiful”, she murmured. Even within very little light, Master exuded a commanding presence; his stance was upright, and yet, he was soft enough to have the little pink tassel still on his waist. Just as she reached the end, Master took a few steps forward and raised his hand “Could I have the pleasure to escort you, Miss Asano?” Hatsuki’s eyes were expressive as they blinked a few times, staring to the core. Her hands, which were carefully pinching the hem of the skirt, left loose and stared at the Master for a few seconds. “You may, Sir…” She placed her hands on Yuki’s cold palms. His fingers little by little intertwined with her fingers while his free hand reached for her chin. The tip of his index fingers brushed on her soft skin as his face gently leaned towards her as well. Hatsuki had an unreadable expression, as though everything that was happening was just a dream. Feeling that Hatsuki’s focus wasn’t on him, Yuki swiftly glided Hatsuki, making her feel the presence. “Raise your head, You are now the strongest woman in the after realm” ~ After realm, under realm, and hidden realm all mean the same. Started: February 12, 2025

Hermione gets tired of everything after the war. her relationship with Ron turned toxic her friends turned their backs on her the only ones that talk to or feel worried for her are the ones that didn't like her. she gets hit by a spell by Ron that sends her to different worlds. will she find love of pain?

Bleeding lips and scraped knees. A torn skirt. Messy hair. Laughter-some familiar, some from strangers-echoing with mockery. When someone asks Melissa about her first kiss, this is the memory that surfaces. For her, a first kiss wasn't a heart-fluttering moment; it was a nightmare that still haunts her. The pain has left her terrified of love, locking her heart away. What happened to Melissa? Will she ever find the courage to open her heart again? Is falling in love really so hard?

It was the night of her coming out ball when she met the mysterious stranger. One kiss. One touch. And all hell broke loose. The devil broke her wings and plunged her into the depths of hell. Zagan, the Demon King clawed his way from the gutters and killed the Emperor to create a paradise to free his fellow demons from slavery and abuse. As he carves his legacy into Cronoa's history, he's pitted against the woman with golden eyes who gets under his skin like no other. Akila, the former Princess of Cronoa has lost her family in a massacre led by the Demon King, only to be made into his concubine. Fallen from grace, she stumbles through this new life while learning the truth about her dead father's reign and uncovering the tenderness that lies dormant beneath Zagan's heart. [warning: R-18 content, explicit scenes] Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of names, characters, places and incidents is purely coincidental. STATUS : ONGOING (New release every Saturday, EST) ====== Excerpt : He sketched a regal bow, removing his hat. "Forgive me for my late introduction, Your Highness. Zagan Kadlec, at your service." "Kadlec?" She tested the strange name on her tongue. "I've never heard of you before." "I've recently migrated from Vregia." He took a seat on the fountain bench, patting the empty spot beside him. "Have a seat. I won't bite, I promise." Despite his verbal assurance, Akila couldn't shake the feeling of being preyed upon. Power emanated from his pores, from his posture, his manner of speech and those eyes that seemed to look right into her soul. To refuse him a second time would be impolite. Squaring her shoulders, she accepted his invitation and arranged her skirts carefully so they wouldn't crease. "You're a very beautiful woman," he said bluntly, his fingers tracing the smoothness of her dress. "And this colour becomes you." She swallowed nervously. "Thank you." "Why are you out here alone? It's dangerous for a woman to be walking around unchaperoned even if it's in your own home, princess." "Are you referring to yourself?" she blurted out, her eyes flying to his. Zagan barked out in amusement, the transformation of his eyes from hardness to liquid mercury was amazing, making him appear less intimidating. "Touché, Princess. I apologize once more for scaring you. I merely longed for some company and happened to encounter a beautiful woman in a red dress by the fountain. Like a water sprite, you captivated me. Although, it certainly breaks my heart to know that you're engaged to Ywain. If we had met earlier, I would have courted you myself." A smile flirted along her lips. "You are being dramatic, sir. I am but a woman, nothing more." "Ah." He tipped her chin upwards, his face descending towards hers until their noses brushed. "But you are truly a unique woman. Certainly no one else has ever captured my attention like you have. I am honestly intrigued and had to introduce myself." She stammered from his proximity and force of his gaze. "I-I…I'm flattered that you feel that way but, I'm engaged to the man I love." For a split second, severity returned to his eyes before it vanished. "It doesn't matter to me," he murmured, lashes lowered as he stared at her parted lips. "All I want is a taste. I'm not asking you to marry me." "S-sir?" Her heart began to pace, with alarm or anticipation she couldn't decide. Either way, she couldn't let this man steal a kiss. She began to pull away, but his hand shot out to capture her nape, holding her prisoner. ============= Author's Note: SAVE THIS TO YOUR LIBRARY. Buy me a Coffee : https://ko-fi.com/nessawvera Other Original Novels : 1. The CEO and His Mistress : https://bit.ly/3jQ2phn 2. The Savage and Her Emperor : https://bit.ly/3wmkUfT 3. Predation (Season 1) : https://bit.ly/3AN0wqQ 4. Predation (Season 2) : https://cutt.ly/LGppBTi

"You were a mistake," I whispered, my voice trembling. His mouth found my throat. Bit down. "And yet," he murmured, licking the mark, "you're still here." And then his hands shoved my skirt up, his fingers sliding between my thighs— I gasped. "Luca—" "Shhh, baby," he growled, dragging his tongue up my neck, his fingers slipping beneath my panties. "You don’t have to say it. I already know." And when his fingers finally pushed inside me—I forgot how to breathe. Bella wanted a simple internship—just something to build her résumé before graduation. What she got instead was an offer from The Valenci Group, a powerful corporation with ties no one dared to speak of. She never questioned why their CEO, Luca Valencia, had an entire floor of security or why his name made people whisper. Until she found out who he really was. Her brother wasn’t just against him—he was hunting him. Luca was the head of a powerful crime family, a man responsible for the kind of power plays that left blood on the streets. And yet… the way he touched her didn’t feel like destruction. It felt like possession. Now, she’s caught in the crossfire between her heart and loyalty to family. One wrong move, and she loses everything.

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

( No rape, *apart from the memory of the Fl*. This novel contains alot of sex scenes, so its restricted for people under 18+.) Raymond Christio is a sex freak. He fucks anything in a skirt and has no regard for women. To him, they are mere playthings, disposable conquests meant to serve his pleasure before he moves on to the next. Money, power, and his undeniable charm have always ensured that no woman dares to reject him. No one has ever slapped him, no one has ever said no—until her. Rosia Angelis. A woman who lives by her own rules. A prostitute by profession, but not by choice. Life pushed her into the darkness, but she carved her own place within it. While others might look down on her, she wears her title with pride. No one knows the pain she has endured, the sacrifices she has made, or the battles she fights every single day. And no man, not even the arrogant, insufferable Raymond Christio, has the right to judge her. Their paths cross one fateful night when Raymond, confident as ever, approaches her, expecting the usual submission he gets from women. But Rosia isn’t like the others. When he tries to claim her as if she is just another prize, she does the unthinkable—she slaps him across the face and walks away. For the first time in his life, Raymond is left stunned, humiliated, and burning with a new kind of desire—one that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with obsession. No woman has ever defied him, and now, all he can think about is breaking Rosia, making her submit, forcing her into his world. But Rosia isn't someone to be tamed. She has fought against monsters all her life, and she refuses to let Raymond be another. What happens when two worlds built on dominance and survival collide? A game of power, passion, and destruction begins—where the victor may end up losing the most.