Visage Nose Cleaner

In human history, a hundred years is a lifetime, a thousand years is an era, and in a hundred thousand years, entire human societies rise and fall, ceasing to exist. Humanity is but a tiny minority within a vast tapestry of innumerable universes, dimensions, and planets; each is home to unique civilizations and species. The King of Faries, once merely a legend from children’s storybooks and moral tales, now looms large in myth. Once upon a time, there was a King who possessed everything: riches, luxuries, entertainment, yet he cared for none of it because his heart was consumed by a single obsession: his own handsome face. The entire Fairy Realm was adorned with his portraits and statues, and even the architecture bore his visage. Anything that did not mirror his image was met with disdain. Driven by his narcissism, one fateful day a dream came to him—a vision of the grandest and most beautiful statue ever witnessed, one to rival the heavens themselves. But as his obsession grew, the kingdom’s once vibrant streets fell silent. The people suffered under the weight of a ruler who saw only his own beauty in every monument. The colossal statue, crafted from Pure Mythril, a substance so luminous it was said to unmake a soul, shone with an intensity both mesmerizing and ominous. …to be continued.

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- History repeats itself. In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers to take her to safety in exchange for helping him to a bunker and treating his wound from the gunshot. Left with no choice, Mira joins forces with the man and learns that he is Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey uncovers old memories and reveals the conspiracy behind the election of the First World Premier, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual dependence and affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal stories, they reveal emotional vulnerabilities to each other that they hide from the rest of the world. Drawing on her own experiences in the Commonwealth, Mira sees the truth as she falls into the dark: that darkness exists exactly because the light is shining and enjoyed on the other side. I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.

Two wondrous fruits, one for immortality, the other for strength. After swallowing them, Chu Ning traveled to another world to cultivate the path of immortality. Within a thousand years, Chu Ning said, "Thanks to the wondrous fruit, praise the wondrous fruit, brother awesome." A thousand years later, Chu Ning reflected, "Thank oneself, praise oneself, the struggle is the most beautiful." In this other world, Chu Ning had three famous sayings: The first, "Not driven by profit, one may miss some opportunities, but will never suffer a loss." Secondly, "longevity is just about living a life, so why not take life seriously from the beginning." Thirdly, "if you can get along, you can get along. If you can't get along, you can negotiate. If you can't negotiate, you should kill someone in the downwind of the wind, this way, the ashes can be scattered cleaner…"

"You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. *** Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted. "What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?" "When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

« Putain, Ada... » « Brad... oh, putain... plus profond... plus fort ! » La voix perçante d'Ada suppliait entre des gémissements haletants. Les coups contre le mur de la tête de lit s'intensifiaient alors qu'Ann restait figée. Non... cela ne pouvait pas être vrai ! Ann prit une grande inspiration et poussa la porte un peu plus. Sa poitrine semblait sur le point d'exploser tandis qu'elle retenait son souffle et que l'entrebâillement de la porte s'élargissait. Lorsqu'elle révéla sa sœur couchée sous son futur mari, elle porta les mains à sa bouche pour étouffer le gazouillis d'horreur tandis que son cœur se brisait sur-le-champ. Alors que Brad rugissait sa délivrance à l'intérieur de sa sœur, Ada tournait la tête vers la porte avec un sourire narquois. Un froid glacial tomba sur Ann comme si un seau d'eau glacée avait été renversé sur elle et elle se tenait là, les yeux écarquillés et la bouche légèrement ouverte dans l'incrédulité. Ada leva la main et fit un signe dans la direction d'Ann avec un sourire suffisant collé sur le visage tandis que Brad s'effondrait sur elle, l'embrassant tendrement dans le cou.

【Un roman de favoritisme, de double pouvoir, de Cartes de Tarot, et de traiter les ordures comme elles le méritent !】 Dix ans de mariage, dix ans de dévouement. Elle a versé tout son talent et ses émotions, seulement pour être remboursée par un incendie prémédité à la fin. Torturée par son mari et trahie par sa meilleure amie. Il s'avère que tout le monde autour d'elle jouait la comédie. Avant sa renaissance, elle était une dame de talent renommée à Ville Capitale. Après sa renaissance, elle est devenue célèbre à Ville Capitale en tant que... une simple d'esprit ! Qui plus est, elle s'est transformée en une riche demoiselle démunie, à la merci des autres. Timide, faible, inutile, incompétente, ce sont les étiquettes qui lui étaient collées. Alors qu'elle ouvrait les yeux une fois de plus, la jeunesse refleurissait, elle était de retour en tant qu'elle-même ! Cette vie, elle revient avec un atout inestimable ! Avec un jeu de Tarot, elle manœuvre à travers tout le cercle des riches ! ** Jeune maître sans égal, il est le chef renommé mais énigmatique de la famille Mo à Ville Capitale. Il est aussi un démon portant une malédiction. Contrôlant la vie et la mort, dominant le destin, il est le leader puissant du Monde Superpuissant. Une telle autorité écrasante et des traits stupéfiants font que d'innombrables jeunes filles se pressent vers lui. L'une est une idiote riche humble et peureuse, l'autre est un 'démon' largement connu portant une malédiction à Ville Capitale. La collision de l'eau et du feu, un entrelacs de froid et de chaud. Personne ne sait qui succombe finalement à qui à la fin. ** Plus tard, le distant chef de la famille Mo, qui ne s'est jamais intéressé aux femmes, annonce soudainement son mariage très médiatisé. Tout le pays est en émoi, de nombreuses jeunes filles déchirées. Après le mariage, il se transforme en mari parfait, aimant tendrement sa femme et obéissant à tous ses désirs. 【Micro Drame】 Une certaine femme (avec un visage froid) : « M. Mo est tellement riche et puissant, moi, une humble fille, n'ose pas ajouter à aucun fardeau. » Le coin de la bouche d'un certain homme se courba en une courbe significative. La femme était si effrayée qu'elle recula immédiatement d'un pas : « Quoi, quoi, que vas-tu faire ? » ...... 【Citations de M. Mo】 *Tu devrais savoir, dans ce monde, à part moi, personne d'autre ne mérite de se tenir à tes côtés. *Si cette ère florissante se terminait, je pourrais encore en établir une nouvelle ! Mais elle, il n'y en a qu'une dans le monde, je, ne peux pas me permettre de jouer ! *Ce n'est que de l'argent. J'ai même donné ma vie pour elle, alors gaspillons simplement.

Suite du guide pour élever mes adorables maris. Mo Qiang, une architecte a été choisie par la fée de la nature qui l'a amenée dans le monde interstellaire où elle a été punie pour faire revivre la nature qu'elle a détruite de ses propres mains en créant une architecture qu'elle pensait ouvrir la voie vers le futur. Maintenant, coincée avec un système de revivification de la nature dans un monde plein de gaz toxiques et de trucs intergalactiques où elle doit tout recommencer à zéro et planter plus de forêts et de récoltes tout en créant un monde vivable pour les humains, Mo Qiang souffrait. Mais ça a l'air facile, non ? Non ! Sur son chemin, elle a trois maris méchants, tous les trois veulent la tuer pour pouvoir épouser sa sœur capable après l'avoir rejetée, elle qui était nulle et bonne à rien. Mo Qiang n'a rien contre eux, en fait, elle est plus que prête à divorcer d'eux après avoir sécurisé sa vie et augmenté sa faveur dans leurs cœurs de sorte qu'ils ne la tueront pas mais —— Pourquoi viennent-ils pour elle maintenant ? Allô, vous vouliez tous épouser sa sœur, non ? Extrait : « Voilà, » dit Mo Qiang en poussant l'accord de divorce en regardant son premier mari qui était doux mais venimeux comme un serpent. « J'ai déjà signé le document de notre divorce, tu peux y jeter un œil — attend, pourquoi est-ce que tu enlèves tes vêtements ? » La sirène la regarda et sourit doucement en retirant ses lunettes et dit, « On dirait que mon épouse n'est pas contente que je ne lui ai pas donné d'enfant, ne t'inquiète pas, je vais travailler dur ce soir. » Mo Qiang : « ….. » Je ne veux pas que tu travailles dur ! Prends le deuxième ! « Prends ça et signe-le, » dit Mo Qiang, cette fois plus fermement en regardant son deuxième mari qui lisait un scénario pour son film. « Je suis sûre que tu veux divorcer de moi, n'est-ce pas ? J'ai déjà signé — ouah ! Pourquoi tu me mets sur le lit ? » Demanda-t-elle en regardant le visage magnifique. Son deuxième mari la fixa et d'une expression et d'une voix aussi froides que l'eau, dit, « Je dois répéter une scène d'amour, aide-moi, chère épouse. » Mo Qiang : « …… » Ce film que tu tournes est basé sur l'apocalypse Zerg, ne me mens pas ! Avec qui vas-tu faire l'amour ? Un Zerg ? Prends le troisième ! « Huff, huff... c'est l'accord de divorce, signe-le... Je sais que ta compagnie n'autorise pas les idoles à sortir avec quelqu'un, alors tiens signe-le, » dit-elle à son troisième mari qui s'entraînait à danser. La sirène, habillée d'une chemise en soie ample et de la sueur coulant le long de son corps, jeta un œil au document qu'elle lui tendait, puis étreignit Mo Qiang. Une seconde plus tard, elle entendit sa voix sanglotante alors qu'il parsemait son cou de baisers, « Épouse, tu ne me veux plus ? Est-ce le nouvel idole qui a attiré ton attention, je le savais ! Je vais m'occuper de lui ! » « Pose ce couteau, veux-tu ! » Et pourquoi le troisième prince de la famille impériale qui la détestait à mort lui court après avec des fleurs ? Elle a déjà assez à faire ! ….

``` Qiao Mei s'est retrouvée dans un roman en tant que personnage secondaire portant le même nom qu'elle, mais qui manquait de présence. Ce personnage secondaire était une péquenaude qui ne pouvait pas se marier à cause de son obésité. Selon le scénario original, cette campagnarde Qiao Mei était une grosse fille gâtée par son grand-père. Toutefois, leurs parents étaient tous des personnes vicieuses et cruelles. Son grand-père ayant une santé fragile, une fois décédé, les parents se diviseraient pour s'accaparer ses biens. Par conséquent, le plus grand souhait de son grand-père était de marier Qiao Mei. Pour cela, il a même sacrifié et trahi le petit-fils de son ami, Xia Zhe. Le grand-père a enivré Xia Zhe et a fait en sorte que Qiao Mei prenne de force le bel et fort Xia Zhe avec son corps pesant plus de deux cents livres. Ensuite, le grand-père les surprendrait le lendemain et forcerait Xia Zhe à épouser Qiao Mei. Cependant, cela a finalement causé le début de la vie malheureuse de Qiao Mei. Aussi, dans l'histoire originale, Qiao Mei s'appropriait le mystérieux jade de Xia Zhe. Mais à cause de la stupidité de Qiao Mei, la sœur de son cousin l'avait trompée et lui avait fait donner le jade, ce qui résultait en la richesse de la famille de son cousin. Quand Qiao Mei a transmigré ici, c'était pendant l'instant gênant où elle faisait l'amour à l'homme après l'avoir enivré. Elle s'est réveillée avec confusion le lendemain et l'équipe du grand-père était déjà à la porte. Qiao Mei avait peur. Elle ne voulait pas suivre le chemin initial et épouser un homme qui ne l'aimait pas. Et donc, elle a menti et a chassé grand-père. Elle a également poussé l'homme dehors avant de se forcer à regarder son reflet bronzé et potelé dans le miroir! Hélas, elle pleurait face à son apparence laide... Comme un sumotori en sous-vêtement de grande taille, même les magasins de vêtements grandes tailles n'avaient pas de vêtements à sa taille. Et son visage était de la taille d'une pizza, une pizza brûlée! Qiao Mei a décidé de réformer sa vie! La première étape, perdre du poids! La deuxième étape, ranger sa chambre! Elle qui tenait à la propreté, bien que sa maison actuelle eût une grande cour, elle ne pouvait la décrire que comme désordonnée! La troisième étape était de tenir fermement le jade pour que sa cousine avide n'en ait aucune chance! Seulement, le grand et beau Xia Zhe ne devait-il pas la détester selon l'histoire originale? Pourquoi était-il de plus en plus gentil avec elle? ```

Eve Thompson se réveilla dans le lit du célibataire le plus convoité de la Ville S, son bras entourant sa taille, mais elle n'avait en tête que les paroles de sa mère. « Assure-toi que personne ne découvre que tu es déguisée en ta sœur », lui avait-elle dit, en regardant la fausse tache de naissance dessinée au maquillage sur le visage de sa fille restante. « Tu dois faire en sorte que M. Charlie t'épouse, tout ce que nous possédons en dépend ! » dit-elle. C'était dommage, car l'homme à ses côtés ressemblait étrangement à l'homme qu'elle avait perdu tant d'années auparavant. La faveur d'Anthony Charlie auprès des femmes était notoirement difficile à obtenir, mais, dans un excès d'ivresse, il se glissa sous les draps avec la femme à ses côtés, séduit par le souvenir de quelqu'un qu'il avait perdu il y a longtemps et à qui cette femme ressemblait. Cependant, elle n'avait jamais eu de tache de naissance. Ça ne pouvait pas être elle. Leur rencontre était-elle fortuite ? Que révélerait leur passé caché !? Rejoignez Eve Thompson dans son palpitant périple de courtoisie et d'espionnage politique alors qu'elle endosse le rôle de la vie à présent abandonnée de sa sœur jumelle et tente de sauver sa famille en gagnant le cœur du mystérieux célibataire, Anthony Charlie!

Après avoir été trahie par son fiancé et sa cousine le jour de son mariage, Zara, ressuscitée avec les souvenirs de ses erreurs passées, jure de réécrire son destin. Sur un coup de tête, elle épouse un inconnu pour tenir son ex à distance, sans réaliser que Snow est loin d'être un simple gigolo. Snow Zephyr, riche PDG et alpha de la meute d'Ivory Crescent, a besoin d'une épouse de convenance pour apaiser son père et sécuriser sa position. Lorsqu'une femme déterminée lui propose un mariage de commodité, Snow accepte, ignorant le chaos qu'elle va apporter dans sa vie. Le choix défiant de Zara provoque la fureur de ses parents, la conduisant à être expulsée de l'entreprise et à devoir trouver du travail ailleurs. Elle décroche un emploi chez Aurora Conglomerate Inc., pour découvrir que son nouveau patron n'est autre que Snow, l'homme qu'elle a épousé et l'oncle de son ex. Des étincelles jaillissent alors que leur attraction mutuelle grandit au milieu de l'obscurité des secrets de sa famille et des menaces imminentes. La force et l'indépendance de Zara captivent Snow, qui commence à la voir comme la Luna potentielle dont sa meute a besoin. Ensemble, ils font face aux ex-amants vengeurs, aux complots d'enlèvement et aux rivalités mortelles. Alors que les pouvoirs de Zara s'éveillent, elle doit affronter les raisons du désaveu de sa famille, les clauses cachées de son contrat de mariage et son rôle ultime dans le monde de Snow. Lorsque leur mariage de convenance se transforme en un vrai partenariat, un nouveau défi se présente sous la forme d'un compagnon destiné. Zara va-t-elle combattre les dangers qui l'attendent ou embrasser sa véritable destinée? **EXTRAIT** "Je... ne voulais pas être en retard au travail. Tu avais l'air occupé, alors j'ai pensé que je devrais prendre de l'avance." Snow haussa un sourcil. "Vraiment? Ou est-ce parce que la nuit dernière t'a tellement affectée que tu ne supportais pas d'être autour de moi?" "Ne te flatte pas, Snow. Tu ne m'as pas du tout affectée." Il afficha un sourire narquois en se rapprochant. "Vraiment?" Ses doigts effleurèrent mon menton, inclinant mon visage vers le haut. Mon pouls s'accéléra. "Nous sommes au travail," je répliquai, repoussant sa main. "Ce n'est pas professionnel." "Tu es ma femme," il murmura. "Tu es censée m'obéir en tout temps." Je retins une réplique, une lueur de rébellion s'allumant en moi. Lentement, je me rapprochai, laissant mes doigts frôler son torse. Son sourire vacilla un instant lorsque son loup réagit et Snow se mordit les lèvres. "Attention, Patron," je ronronnai séductrice. "Ne blesse pas ces lèvres. Je suis sûr que beaucoup de filles aimeraient les embrasser." Snow se pencha, frôlant mon oreille de ses lèvres. "Et toi? Meurs-tu d'envie d'y goûter?" Prise au dépourvu, j'hésitai, puis repris mon assurance alors que je le regardais dans les yeux. "Contrairement aux autres filles, j'ai une forte résistance contre—" Je n'eus pas l'occasion de terminer que les lèvres de Snow se posèrent sur les miennes avec un baiser fougueux qui me coupa le souffle.

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice. ps: Will be posting this story on Royal Road

Penny has three brothers: one is a billionaire CEO, the second is the youngest military lieutenant, and the last is a successful actor. These three successful men had only one common ground: bullying Penny, their sore-eye of a little sister. The sister they never wished to have, and the one who claimed to be their real sister, while the sister they treasured all this time was a fake. After living a life of maltreatment in her aunt's home, some people of high standing came to Penny with news of her real parentage. She thought she was finally saved from her aunt’s clutches, unaware that what awaited her was worse. At 13, Penny only wished for one thing: for her brothers to love her and treat her like family, just as much as they loved their fake sister. She worked and studied ten times harder than anybody else just to be accepted by them. In her desperation, she foolishly fell into a trap set by a malicious person, not knowing her actions would result in the downfall of her brothers and her ending up in jail with a death sentence. On her execution day, Penny had only one thought in mind: If she ever got to go back in time, her brothers could pamper their fake sister for all she cared! She wanted nothing to do with them! And much to her surprise, Penny found herself back on the day it all began: the day she was born. As promised, this time, she wouldn’t foolishly try to earn her brothers' love and affection. Never mind family! She’d just make a lot of money, live in luxury, and make a family of her own! But wait, why is it now that she didn’t want anything to do with her brothers, they kept poking their noses into her business? Weren’t they supposed to pamper their fake sister? Why won’t they leave her alone?! And how on earth was she married in this lifetime? To make matters worse, this husband she never had in her first life was suddenly volunteering to be the father of her children?!

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

Emma Parker, a hard-working cleaner in a Dallas hotel, never imagined her life would change dramatically after one fateful, drunken encounter with ruthless billionaire Alex Cardwell. That single night of passion leads to an unexpected pregnancy, thrusting her into a world of luxury, deception and betrayal. As Alex struggles with a failing marriage with a manipulative Victoria, his life begins to unravel as Emma's pregnancy threatens to expose the cracks in his carefully controlled life. Torn between the simple life she's always known and the dangerous seductive pull of Alex’s world, Emma must decide who to trust. With enemies closing in and dark secrets coming to life, the stakes couldn't be higher. Can Emma protect herself and her child from the forces trying to destroy them? Can she navigate these treacherous waters? Will love triumph, or will their buried past tear them apart forever?

Kisha Aldens is a normal office worker with average earnings, not until she suddenly sees a system countdown in front of her. Her mind suddenly received a prompt warning about the apocalypse and urged her to integrate with the system to assist her with her survival. "Have I overworked myself again?" She thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few more times but the system interface is still there. Little did she know that this system would be her last lifeline in the upcoming apocalypse where human morals would be the lowest, trust is only a word and betrayal could happen in the blink of an eye. A naive person like her had to learn her lesson the hard way on how to survive and navigate in the zombie-infested world. And the worst part, she had to die 99 times to harden her heart and learn how to read the human heart. How will her 100th time be different from the previous lives, will she survive this time? And will survival be her only problem in the heart of the Apocalypse? No, there was a deeper scheme in play which she has to uncover moving forward.

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] In Cinder Pack, one of the powerful seven packs, abandoned children on the streets are considered less than the pets owned by many households. They live from hand-to-mouth, covered in dirt and used however those from better families deem fit all their life. As a result, many of them die from starvation at a very young age and those with good-looking appearances sell themselves off to better families as slaves in order to live. While a select few resort to stealing food and taking the crumbs that fall off the table of those of noble birth. This is the case for Aurelia Night and her childhood best friend, Lydia Hayes. But on a night she went to find them dinner, she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t have and becomes a target for a ruthless and dangerous Councilam. Left with no choice, she runs into the room of a stranger to hide. A stranger who claimed her as his mate. But being wolfless, she has no idea what this means and just goes along with him since he was a noble man. But as she returns to her friend the next morning, Aurelia finds out Lydia had sold her out to the Councilman in return for a better life. Now seven years later, with no memory of who she is, she unknowingly crosses path again with the stranger from that night. “Mate!” The Alpha suddenly stopped in the middle of his hunt as his nose caught a familiar scent. Well hidden in a spot, two boys snicker amongst themselves as they watched the Alpha look around in confusion. “Is that the Alpha? Doesn’t look like one to me.” “He keeps coming after our pack and mommy. What do we do?” “I have an idea!” Three hours later when the Alpha returned from his walk, he was greeted by the news of his twin sons coming to his abode. What? Twin sons? When he finally accepted the news, the woman they called mommy tried to leave. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not getting married to you because I want to. I’m getting married to you because my sons need their mother.” Aurelia: “…” When she finally found her voice, she snapped at him. “What are you talking about? Who said they are your sons?” The man pretended to calculate with his fingers before nodding his head a little. “The date we slept together match their date of birth and they look a lot like me. Who can deny such paternity!” Unknown to him, her reappearance in the pack was of no other reason, than to take his life.

"You're actually just here because you have no choice. The contract has been signed and there's no need going back. However, you must not expect me to love you, I Carlos Bill does not do love..." His eyes were extremely cold that the small petite girl shivered under the weight of his heavy aura. "The day you demand for my love, that day would be the last for our relationship! I hope I've made myself clear?" She, Anna nodded as she gulped. He smiled and slowly pulled her in for a hug. ___ Sheltered and cared for, Annabel Liam, twenty years old, diagnosed to have the very same illness that had been the cause of her father's death, she lived a carefree life, worked in a hospital as a cleaner. She grew up in a good home and came from a good background, but when her ailment became worst, and she neared her death, she decided to experience the feeling to love and the feeling to be married. Maybe... just maybe, she would actually find solace in the great beyond if eventually she dies.

"Come on, you could have had a cleaner kill than that" Mateo grumbles as he kicks the body aside and chases after Alexis. Alexis sighs, "This is the eight assassin, how far is my 'dear stepbrother' willing to go to kill me?" Mateo lets out a grin and says "I don't care if he sends a thousand, Ill fight by your side and burn them to the ground," Alexis laughs and Mateo steps closer. "Come on Heiress, do you not feel the sparks ?" he whispers softly. "You're my fake bodyguard, Mateo, theres nothing between us, this is purely a work relationship..." Alexis murmurs looking to the side. "You know I cant trust anyone," she says, so quietly that it sounds like a whisper, and Mateo takes another step closer, wrapping her in a hug. "Well, you can trust me....Ill always be there for you" __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A chance encounter between Alexis and Mateo sparks an unexpected connection when he’s assigned to be her “fake bodyguard.” And the more time they spend together, new feelings begin to emerge and the thin line between pretense and reality begins to blur. But can a woman who has never known love and a man who has always been surrounded by it truly learn to love each other? Authors note: I couldn't find the creator/owner/artist of the book cover to give credit, so please contact me if you are the owner and want it removed or your name so I can give credit.

When Lu Huang woke up as Lidia—the villainess of a cringe-worthy romance novel—she was determined not to let the story play out like the dumpster fire it was written to be. Nope. Dying at the hands of the Alpha King after being falsely accused, publicly humiliated, and manipulated into madness? Yeah, that’s not on her to-do list. Armed with a sharp tongue that could flay egos, the street smarts of a broke college grad, and the petty audacity of someone with nothing left to lose, Lidia decides she was ripping up the script. Holier-than-thou saintesses? Screw ’em. Self-righteous alphas? They can eat dirt. If this world insists on casting her as the villain, she’s going to own it—on her terms. One chaotic scheme at a time, Lidia’s ready to rewrite her fate—and if she has to break a few rules (and maybe some noses) to do it, so be it. Villainesses don’t play nice, and Lidia is just getting started.

As a cleaner with no abilities, Abby had an accident at work. Tied to the system, she became a healer, but the ability was not a gift, but the beginning of a brutal trial. System: Congratulations on becoming a Level 1 healer and please complete your first mission. System: Congratulations on becoming a Level 2 healer and please complete your second mission. 。。。 System: Congratulations on becoming a healer at the highest level.A large number of mutant beasts are attacking the human base. Please go to the front line immediately. A pale green glow of energy flowed slowly from Abby's palm, and wherever it went it brought the barren land back to life and the wounded back to health. William: “I'm hurt, can you help me heal? ” Abby: “General, why do you come to me every time you get hurt? ” William smiled charmingly: "Only you can heal my wounds, just as my love can only be given to you alone." 。。。 System: Your last task is……..

Lin Raosheng has always been a nobody in the prestigious Clear Heavens Sect. Born without a dantian to cultivate qi, he was relegated to the life of a mere cleaner—sweeping courtyards and scrubbing floors while the disciples soared to greatness. But unknown to everyone, Lin possesses a rare and long-lost ability: he can see and interact with spirits. While most people dismiss him as eccentric for talking to himself, Lin knows better—spirits are everywhere, whispering secrets of the past and lurking within the sect's hallowed halls. Some are mischievous, others wise, and a few... dangerous. However, his gift has never helped him in the one place he needs it most—his mother's death. He knows she was murdered, but her spirit remains nowhere to be found, leaving him with unanswered questions and an aching heart. Everything changes when, during a grand sect event, Lin accidentally collides with Lord Xu Tian, a feared and revered immortal cultivator. In the chaos, Lin unintentionally reveals that he can see a beautiful, playful spirit who has been following Xu Tian for centuries—an existence even the powerful immortal was unaware of. Lord Xu Tian gifts Lin a token and a set of scrolls, revealing that Lin's ability is linked to an ancient and forbidden cultivation path—Spirit Cultivation, a power feared and eradicated long ago by qi cultivators. To forge his destiny, Lin must contract spirits, cultivate his spiritual power, and unlock his true potential... All while trying to uncover the truth about his mother's murder...

We can all predict a chinese romance drama. But not Diana Abraham and Demetri Anders tale of love. It all starts with the jealousy, the drugging, the one-night stand, the escaping with pregnancy, and the returning all powerful and unstoppable. Then, the stranger comes to play dad. Coming to claim his 'blood' and a better shot at life. Can you predict the script when the roles are reversed? Characters get mixed up. And no one follows the script. ....... e unique features of this stranger. His long eyelashes, straight nose, his blue eyes, just like Darlene's, his pink lips and tall shoulders, All gave him an effeminate charm. But one think was unmistakable- his features were like that of Damien's. Having read a lot of romance drama, everyone understood what was going on. This was the part where the mysterious lover comes to claim the baby. "Who let santa in?" Darlene asked quietly. What? Santa?! His own daughter called him santa. "Darlene, don't be silly, it's not Christmas. " Diana corrected. "You can leave", Damien said. No room for objection. Demetri was quietly observing them. Darlene was easygoing and unrestrained also very curious. Damien was quiet strict and capable. "I'm...", Demetri started. "Santa?" Darlene interrupted. "..." everyone in the room. "Your dad." Pfft! Darlene burst out laughing. "Don't be silly, I know my mum is very pretty but if we believed every guy that said that, we would have..." Darlene began counting seriously with her beautiful fingers. "52 dads, each week some guy claims he's our dad", she continued. "I really am". Demetri was getting a headache. "Sorry, that line has been used." "..." According to the script, Aren't the children suppose to secretly yearn for fatherly love but doesn't bring it up in order not to hurt their mum. What went wrong here? "Even if it was Christmas, i won't wish for a dad." Darlene said. "Aren't you always bullied for not having one?" Demetri asked. "Nope, i was once hurt by a boy because I told him that he was disgusting, smelly and stupid. Brother promised to teach me some skills later." So it was indeed a misunderstanding, Damien thought. "Kids, he's your real father." Diana intervened. So in this case, it was the mum hoping the kids would accept a dad. Quite comical. "We're don't need anyone else mum." Damien finally spoke. "But..." Diana was cut off. "Alright, we all know you didn't see the stranger's face clearly. How're you sure he's telling the truth?" Damien was really rational. "We look alike!" The script wasn't what Demetri had revised. "7% of people look alike in this world and plastic surgery is available. Who knows you might be the one wearing my face?" Damien queried. "..." I am really speechless right now. From who did he inherit his debating skills? But I came prepared, DNA TESTS. Demetri dropped the DNA tests on the table for them to see. It matches! "Were this forged?", Darlene asked curiously. Ah! So she's the annoyingly curious type but how did understand this stuff and how could her mind be so impure to ask such a question? "In case you're curios too, each of the 'dads' would bring one too." "..." Now, Demetri felt defeated. Wait! He still had something, his identity. Why would someone of great importance such as himself go through all that trouble to marry a single mum with two kids? "Maybe because she's really pretty and rich and so worth it." Darlene answered. Could she read minds?! "No, i can't read minds. I am very good at observing body languages. After being defeated countless of times by two children. Most people ask themselves if it's worth it". Wow! She's good. "I'm Demetri... " "Anders?". Yeah, wait! What?! I'm screwed this time.... Oh no! To Be Continued...

From fleeing for your safety and enrolling in a school filled with psychopaths… to being claimed by a deranged alpha prince? Yeah, you’re better off dead. • . • Jules’ life was picture perfect until his entire family got murdered all of a sudden, with him being the only survivor. A savior swooped In because he was still in immense danger, and that led to Jules taking on a new identity and becoming a completely different person overnight— and enrolling into Carnivals, a prestigious all-boys school for all supernatural beings. In Carnivals, monsters lurk the dark hallways and the strong preyed on the weak. You either become a predator or a prey… and from one look at Jules— a boy too pretty for his own good, with a slender and petite build, it was obvious that he was gonna be eaten alive by the predators. Here comes Blaze, a wolf who sends shivers down every predator’s spine in the school, an insanely hot Alpha who was as dangerous and deranged as the rumors claimed. He took one glance at Jules and decided there and then that Jules belonged to him. *** I inched backwards, eyes widening even more as my eyes zeroed in on the smirk tugging at the side of his lips. Blaze never smiled, and whenever he does, it never meant anything good. My heartbeat quickened as I scrambled backwards even more, breath stuttering to a stop as he began to narrow the distance between us. In no time, my back was plastered against the cold wall and that was when it hit me right in the chest that I was cornered and ensnared, like an actual prey… by none other than Blaze, when I had thought my life couldn’t get any worse. He towered over me effortlessly, emitting so much dominance and I had to tilt my head backwards for me to be able to meet his dark eyes, and my breath hitched when our eyes locked. He leaned down and my eyes snapped closed at once as I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. I’ve heard all the horrifying, endless rumors about him. He was an Alpha Prince whose presence someone like me should never be in. When I felt the tip of his cold nose glide over the length of my throat, my mouth fell open to release a startled gasp. He dragged in a long, audible breath and I felt a shiver rattle down my spine as I grew even stiffer, confusion clouding my mind. What was happening? Why was he doing this out of nowhere? Oh my gosh… he really was a deranged alpha like everyone says! *** THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as: - Bullying. - Drug use. - Smut [a whole lot of it.] - Violence. - Harem [not between the main characters.] So… proceed with caution, you’ve been warned! *I don’t own the rights to the cover!

Follow Instagram @sere_nity_lee for new info novel of Serenity Lee [Mature content] [WSA 2022] || Vol 1-3 END "So, you are, my lecturer?" Audia asked as the two of them were on their way in Alvin's private car. Alvin cleared his throat once. "Yes, that is so." "No wonder I feel like I know your face," said Audia, matching her memory. "What do you teach, huh?" "Architecture." Audia nodded her head while her mouth formed an 'o' shape. 'Uh? .... Wait ... what?' Suddenly the nerves of her brain suppress the memory in the hippocampus. "Mr. Mandala?" Audia asked for sure. Which immediately got a nod from Alvin. "No way!" Audia screamed in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed at Alvin. "Why?" asked Alvin in surprise. A Mandala H, that's what Audia remembers when the new lecturer introduced himself when he first taught. Wearing a plaid shirt, smooth hair, neatly slicked back, glasses always perched on his sharp nose. Came with a bag containing his laptop and a textbook for teaching. Lecturer arrogant, pretentious cool, stingy smile, flat face, killer. Very different from Alvin who is now her husband. Unexpectedly 'that Mr. Mandala' and Alvin—her husband, turned out to be the same person. 'That annoying person turned out to be my husband?' she thought. 'Oh noooooo!' * * ******* ** The bride-to-be suddenly withdrew from the marriage due to an arranged marriage. Then run away and the news is not known. The groom-to-be was left speechless in front of the invited guests. Worry for a moment. Canceling the marriage contract or looking for an impromptu replacement bride. Until his eyes caught a woman in a white dress sitting among the invited guests. The other ones were students at his campus where he had just taught. As a substitute teacher. How will the story of their marriage continue? Will the seeds of love grow between these two strangers? With a myriad of question marks in the bride's heart, why was she chosen among the many other single women who were also present at the grand wedding of the son of one of Indonesia's well-known real estate entrepreneurs. cover: www.freepik.com === INCLUDE COLLECTION/TAP LOVE/ADD BEFORE READING. SO THAT THIS STORY IS IN YOUR READING LIST AND GETS NOTIFICATIONS WHEN NEW CHAPTER UPDATES ^^ CONTINUE SUPPORT THIS STORY, by throwing BLUE STONE'S POWER STONES FOR THIS STORY! — 1 POWER STONE WILL GET 1 FREE VOUCHER TO OPEN THE LOCKED BOOK. DON'T FORGET, A 5 STAR REVIEW YES! THANK YOU

Is death really the end ? Seojin was supposed to die. One moment, he was an ordinary university student struggling through life in Seoul. The next, he was crushed by a speeding truck. Game over. Except… the system refused to let him go. > [ERROR: RESPAWN DETECTED] [WARNING: ANOMALY IDENTIFIED] [SCENARIO CLEANERS DEPLOYED] Now, Seojin wakes up in a foreign world with a glitched inheritance—the power of the Demon King, forcibly transferred to him through an unknown error. The system itself sees him as a mistake and sends nightmarish creatures to erase him. His abilities are unstable, his body is breaking apart, and something deep inside him is awakening. Hunted by both the system and those who fear his existence, Seojin must survive long enough to uncover the truth: Was this truly a mistake? Or was the Demon King’s corruption meant for him all along?

"M... Marissa ! Sont-ils mes enfants ?" Les yeux de Rafael ne se détachaient pas des visages adorables des enfants. "Non, Rafael. Ils ne le sont pas," Marissa dit avec un sourire forcé, "Ils ne sont pas les tiens. Tu te souviens ?" elle battit des cils de manière assez dramatique, "Nous n'avons jamais été mariés !" La sœur aînée de Marissa Aaron, Valérie Aaron, a abandonné son petit ami aveugle le jour de leur mariage et s'est enfuie. Pour sauver les apparences, la famille de Merissa l'a suppliée d'épouser Raphael Sinclair. L'ironie ? Elle n'avait pas le droit de dire à son mari aveugle qu'elle n'était pas Valérie mais Marissa Aaron. Le jour de la chirurgie oculaire réussie de Raphael, Marissa a appris que Valérie était de retour pour reprendre sa place légitime en tant que belle-fille des Sinclair. Marissa a tenté d'expliquer à son mari qu'elle était celle qui avait épousé, mais il ne l'a pas crue. Au lieu de le convaincre davantage, le cœur brisé, Merissa a décidé de quitter la ville sans lui révéler son secret. Raphael Sinclair était l'incarnation même de l'homme incroyablement séduisant et était le seul héritier du groupe d'industries Sinclair. Que ferait-il lorsqu'il apprendrait que tout ce temps la femme qui lui offrait son amour et son corps n'était pas Valérie mais sa sœur cadette Marissa Aaron ? Comment réagirait-il en apprenant qu'il était le père des bébés que Marissa portait en elle ? Chercherait-il à retrouver Marissa et à la reconquérir ? Et la question à un million de dollars ! Marissa serait-elle un jour capable de lui pardonner et de l'aimer à nouveau ?

Jason Chris is your stereotypical rich trust fund brat who only knows how to flirt around and spend money unnecessarily. However on an unfortunate night, he walks into a scene of his parents being slaughtered by a demon. Seeking revenge, he takes a deep nose dive into the hidden world of the paranormal. Armed with a century year old family heirloom; the Mystique Hunting System, join Jason as he journeys through the world of the paranormal, slaying ghosts and demons that blocks his path. . . . I retain copyright over the book cover

"Zhou Hua Fan...Where do you plan to disappear now?" His voice was hoarse and sore thus successfully souring her little red nose. Leaning against the door that he had uncharacteristically pressed his trembling fists against instead of breaking down like he so wanted to in order to see her once more. Biting her lips, Hua Fan buries her face into her already shaking shoulders suppressing her cries. Wiping the endless tears falling into her arms when she continued to hear him plead her so quietly but desperately it tore her up inside. "Do you have to do this? Can't...Can't you let me love you?" The back of her hand was bitten raw as a soft sob broke free upon hearing his plea. ~~~~~~~~ Zhou Hua Fan did not accept other people's love or goodwill. Knowing from a young age that all of it came with strings attached her personality had already twisted before it could be fixed. No one saw it or tried to see it. People call Zhou Hua Fan a selfish demoness who would suck the bones from a person before lowering her head and apologizing. They despise her, they fear her, the lawless princess of the Zhou family. However, this princess who should have everything, does she really have it all? When asked this the people around her gave various answers. "She was pitiful." "No one hated her more than herself." "An unfortunate soul." Asked this question, the man with dark clouds permanently gathered above his head sharply raised his dagger-like gaze as if wanting to murder you who dared utter her name without permission. "You have no right to judge her."

A/N ~ News about updates can be found in the Auxiliary Chapter called 'not a update'. Enjoy my first work. ~ Drake Zoraiz was a ordinary young black man, maybe with a little more of an realistic view of the world than most of the people. He had been living his life in the world as an mercenary, until he was left for dead after a truly brutal mission where everything that could go have gone wrong, does. As an atheist for most of his young orphaned life, he was not expecting anything waiting for him after his death. Especially not the endless void he found himself in or that of visage of the beyond beautiful; and radiant figure of a goddess, who offers a chance of boundless adventure and endless battles to become more, to show up and say. "Drake Zoraiz, it is time to choose..." ~ Planned World's (in random order) Homeworld ~ A Song of Ice and Fire ~ Bleach ~ Overlord ~ DC/Marvel ~ Harry Potter ~ Jujutsu Kaisen ~ Highschool DxD ~ Highschool of the Dead ~ That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime ~ ect. to Fin. ~ Disclaimer ~ This is a fanfiction inspired by the works of [Author/Creator's Name(s)], including [specific source material, e.g., A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin]. I do not claim ownership of any original characters, settings, or lore created by the respective authors. The only elements I claim as my own are original characters, plots, and interpretations that I have added to this fanfiction. This work is created purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. All credit for the original material belongs to its respective owners, and I encourage readers to support the official works. ~