Slither Brenda

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan awakens in a mysterious world, shackled by a curse that clouds his judgment and drives him toward choices he never wished to make. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the fallout of his actions while unraveling the truth behind the curse—and his place in this enigmatic new reality.

When Detective Neuvillet stepped over the threshold of that case, he had no idea he was walking into more than just an investigation… He was crossing into a world from which no one returns the same. He was chosen by the Lord of Nightmares to witness a terror untold — where scarlet and shadowed realms bend to no human law. Not fully human, not entirely great… but something incomplete. A fractured being in a land that does not tolerate imperfection. Around him, Gothic structures twist and coil, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient ink, as if the very words fear to be written. But beyond this prevailing madness lies a madness far greater. The Crimson Moon’s sovereign watches from his lofty perch, his beasts slithering through the shadows, hunting the sins of the Writer… with an eye called the Eye of Chaos — where sins are not forgiven… but made flesh. So how can a detective solve a crime… when he himself is part of the curse?

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

I stared at the shimmering stream, my vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. My chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. I whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. I let out a bitter hiss, hugging my arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. I scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached me, settling deep in my heart. I sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, as if he saw straight through me. Ignoring my words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." My breath hitched. My heart stilled. I blinked up at him, stunned. Shit. I hissed under my breath, looking away. What the hell was I supposed to do with that.. information? *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.

The world teeters on the edge of oblivion. A creeping miasma slithers across the land like a living curse, warping everything in its path. In the heart of this dying world, Zenith Noxviel, a swordsman with a past shrouded in mystery, finds himself pulled into a conflict far beyond his comprehension. When an ancient power stirs within him—one that bends reality itself—Zenith is thrust into a brutal war between corrupted forces, ruthless factions, and enigmatic entities lurking in the shadows. But power never comes without a price, and with each battle, the line between man and monster grows thinner. With unlikely allies at his side and enemies closing in, Zenith must unravel the secrets behind the Great Sundering—before the darkness devours everything. In a world where even salvation demands sacrifice, will he rise as a savior… or be lost to the abyss? When the abyss calls his name, will Zenith conquer the darkness... or become its herald?

Vincent Caine, a washed-up movie director whose career collapsed under the weight of his own unfulfilled ambition, awakens in a void — a pitch-black theater where the only spotlight is fixed on his own sweating, broken face. The laughter of an unseen audience echoes around him, sharp and unnatural, twisting his pain into their entertainment. His memories are gone, save for a single truth: his name. A booming voice — equal parts ringmaster and executioner — congratulates Vincent on his "win." The prize? A new life. Not because of talent or purpose, but a simple roll of the dice. He is to inhabit the body of another heartbroken indie director, recently felled by a heart attack, his corpse held in unnatural suspension. As Vincent's consciousness spirals through the emerald vortex of his forced rebirth, the lines between performance and reality blur. The faceless crowd’s laughter follows him like a haunting score. Memories that are not his begin to surface — the indie director’s unfinished scripts, his fears, his distant relationships. But Vincent’s own past remains a blank canvas, gnawed at by a presence that seems to slither through his mind. What awaits him in this new life is more than just another chance at directing — it's a waking nightmare of fabricated success and lingering failure. Every interaction feels staged, every relationship like a hollow performance. The question isn't just who Vincent will become in this borrowed life — it's what dark hand is pulling the strings behind the curtain, orchestrating this surreal second act. And the ever-present, unnatural laughter? It never stops. Because the show must go on.

In the neon-drenched underbelly of New York City, a high-stakes poker game at the Emperor’s Bar ends in murder when Jason, a charismatic gambler with secrets to spare, is found dead in an alley, poisoned with aconite. Detective Jeremiah Bonnemere and his relentless squad plunge into a tangled web of suspects—each a player from Jason’s final table, each with a motive as sharp as a dealer’s cut. There’s Michael, a desperate lawyer drowning in debt; Rowland, a volatile cabbie with blood on his knuckles; Hilary, a broke musician betting his last chord; Jang Lee, a chef with mob whispers trailing him; Brenda, a Miami stripper too close to Jason’s heart; Boris, an ex-soldier whose silence screams danger; Javier, a courier carrying more than packages; Bertrand, a curator with a penchant for poisons; Doherty, a clerk hiding a razor wit; and Sidney, the grieving waitress whose love for Jason blurs the line between victim and suspect. As the squad dissects bar webcam footage and unravels alibis, the clock ticks toward a chilling truth: the killer dealt their hand that night, and the poison was no bluff. With every frame revealing new betrayals, Jeremiah must outplay a mastermind who’s always two steps ahead—before the next card falls and the body count doubles. In this deadly game, trust is a gamble, and triumph comes at a lethal price.

The day the evil breached our world, the heavens shed tears of blood, and the earth trembled with anguish. Its dark presence slithered into every crack, staining the air with suffocating darkness that choked the very soul of humanity. Yet, in the face of such evil, the gods did not forsake us. From their celestial thrones, they descended, their divine light piercing through the suffocating darkness. With their divine power, they stood as beacons of hope amidst the approaching night. Through alliances forged with forgotten deities and the wielding of long-lost magics, we waged war against the terrifying evil. Each battle was a testament to our determination, and every win served as a ray of hope in the never-ending night. Even if the path ahead is difficult and the journey is full of danger, there is still hope for salvation. —-------------------------------------- Schedule: 5 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter length: 1000 - 2500 words Warning and Disclaimer: The following novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, names, places, and incidents portrayed in this novel are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Readers are advised that the content within these pages is entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representative of any real-life individuals, organizations, or events. The author takes no responsibility for any misconceptions or misinterpretations that may arise from the reader's perception of this work. Enjoy the journey into the realm of imagination, but remember to distinguish between fiction and reality. —------------------------------------

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.

Am I going insane? The thought slithers into my mind the moment I wake up, cold and disoriented, in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality. My head is empty, my memories wiped clean, leaving behind only a suffocating void where my identity should be. The walls around me are smeared with something dark—blood, maybe. Symbols, jagged and unfamiliar, carve into the surfaces as if someone tried to leave a message… or a warning. But none of it makes sense. Nothing here makes sense.  I try to grasp at something—anything—but the harder I reach, the faster it slips through my fingers, like smoke dissolving in the air. My pulse pounds as I force myself to move, each step foreign, like I’m controlling a body that doesn’t belong to me. A name. A purpose. Something to tell me who I am. But there’s nothing. Only fragments, pieces that refuse to fit together. Then the games begin. Survival. That’s all it’s supposed to be. Do what you’re told, follow the rules, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out alive. But I learn quickly that this isn’t just about survival. It’s about control. It’s about twisting reality until I don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie. The other players are just as lost, just as desperate, but I can see it— But they aren’t like me. Some of them know more than they’re letting on. Some of them… aren’t afraid. The more I search for answers, the more the world unravels. Reality bends. Faces blur. Voices whisper from places they shouldn’t. Every time I think I’m close to the truth, it twists away from me, leaving me drowning in questions I can’t answer. The line between what’s real and what’s in my head has thinned to nothing, and I don’t know if I can trust my own mind anymore. Who am I? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. Maybe knowing would break me beyond repair. Or maybe… maybe I was never meant to leave this place at all. I used to think I was just confused, just lost in the chaos. But now? I was definitely insane.

In a world where the unseen weaves fate and power is both a blessing and a curse, the awakened are called Phantoms—warriors bound to the spirits, their strength the only shield between humanity and annihilation. Long ago, when the Wraithborn first descended—eldritch horrors that slithered from the void beyond existence—humanity stood at the edge of ruin. The skies darkened, cities crumbled, and no blade nor bullet could harm these spectral abominations. Then came the First Call—whispers from the Spiritscape, a realm beyond mortal comprehension. Those who heard it awakened as phantoms, wielding power borrowed from spirits unseen, pushing back the darkness and carving the first fragile dawn of survival. But survival had a price. Phantoms became the weapons of the world. The Regency regulated the phantoms, dictating their purpose: to fight or be discarded. Yet among them stood the Crowned Phantoms, legends of their kind, those who had ascended beyond the ordinary, commanding the Spiritscape with unrivaled mastery. They were kings among warriors, epitomes of power, the history of the ones revered. Countless yearned to be crowned, to stand above all, to forge their names in eternity. Kael Veyne wanted none of it. Awakened at the age of three—far too young, far too dangerous—Kael understood what others refused to see. Power was not glory. Power was chained. The world loved its heroes when they won but discarded them the moment they failed. He watched as Phantoms bled, as the Regency dictated their lives, as those who sought greatness were crushed under the weight of expectation. So he made a choice. He hid. For years, he lived in the shadows, using his power only to protect himself, refusing to be another cog in the machine. He wanted a quiet life, a life that was his. But fate is never kind to those who defy it. A single moment—an unseen ripple in the fabric of destiny—threatens to unravel everything. The Wraithborn are changing stronger, and no longer bound by the laws that once held them back. The Spiritscape stirs, its whispers louder than ever. The Regency is watching. And in the depths of the unseen world, an ancient prophecy murmurs of an emperor who walks between realms, commanding the spirits themselves. Kael has spent his life running from the inevitable. But when the tide rises and the world begins to shift, when all eyes turn toward him—will he remain a ghost in the crowd… or will the Spirit Emperor rise?

In the fog-choked city of Blackgrave, where towering spires claw at the heavens and whispers of the arcane slither through the gaslit streets, Jonathan Aldcroft is a man who seeks knowledge beyond the bounds of mortal understanding. A scholar of the forbidden, he has spent years unearthing occult secrets, dismissing the superstitions of lesser minds. But when he discovers the Obscured Codex, a book spoken of only in fragmented myths, he soon realizes that some knowledge does not wish to be known—it wishes to know him. The moment he reads his own name within its shifting pages, he becomes marked, watched by something lurking beyond comprehension. Now, as the fog thickens around Blackgrave and figures with too many joints watch from the shadows, Jonathan must race to uncover the truth behind the Codex. But the more he learns, the more he understands the terrible cost of knowledge. The book is not merely a record of the unknown—it is a gate, and something on the other side has begun to read him in turn.

Gaia is dead. The world is a mess of fused realms—acid rain burns the ground, food is scarce, and the air is poison. No one knows why Gaia, the ancient guardian of life, died, but her rotting corpse unleashed chaos. Monstrous Outer Gods slithered into the cracks of reality, twisting the land into nightmares. Yet, in the ruins, people still fight to survive. Under a giant boulder—the only shelter in this toxic wasteland—a boy wakes up. He’s the last human alive, his memories fuzzy except for flashes of a lost Earth: sunny skies, laughter, and a strange power inside him. He can create Kaiju, giant monsters that could crush armies… if he knew how to control them. But right now, he’s just a hungry kid, scrambling to find food and avoid getting killed. Outside his rock, alien clans run the show. Some trade clean water for labor, others heal wounds with glowing mushrooms, and a few settle disputes with fistfights to blow off steam before rage drives them insane. Everyone fears the 100% Rule. Too much stress, sadness, or anger? Your mind snaps, turning you into a Husk—a mindless monster with no soul. The boy’s Kaiju power could help him survive… or push him closer to becoming a Husk. Worse, death here is permanent. If he dies, someone else takes his place—an outcast, a kid, a warrior. The world doesn’t care who you are. It just wants to eat you alive. This isn’t a story about heroes. The boy isn’t special. He’s just trying to survive, one day at a time—bargaining with clans, scavenging junk, and accidentally summoning Kaiju when he panics. Maybe he’ll find a way to fix this broken world. Or maybe he’ll just find a decent meal. In a place this messed up, even small victories matter.

When a crimson meteor tore through the heavens, human civilization shuddered to a standstill. From that doomed day forward, mankind could no longer forge a single rocket, craft a nuclear warhead, assemble an aircraft, or even churn out a simple car. The majestic pyramid of progress, built brick by brick on the shoulders of modern science, came crashing down in a thunderous ruin—and yet, the nightmare was only beginning. A gray, warped world slithered in on the meteor’s coattails, a ghostly reflection lurking beyond the mirror of reality. Bit by bit, it dragged the ordered realm of civilization into a spiraling abyss of chaos. In this shattered age, a human life weighed less than a speck of dust, and yet, humanity burned with the fierce radiance of a starry sky. As the foundations of society quaked on the edge of collapse, a solitary figure rose amid the rubble of a broken world. Draped in a robe as red as spilled blood, the actor’s face danced between laughter and tears. Behind him, the vast curtain of a new era unfurled with a slow, inevitable grace. Arms flung wide, he declared, “Let the play… begin.”

Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling. Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone. _ _ _ Sunshine Meets Grumpy He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions. Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable. One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

Brenda had gambled on love twice, and both times, fate dealt with her. The first heartbreak was bitter and better to let go, but the second? That one shattered her. She had poured every ounce of herself into it, only to be left standing in the ruins of her own devotion. Love had drained her, left her hollow, and taught her that vulnerability was a luxury she could no longer afford. So, she made a choice—a bold one. Love was no longer part of her story. Brenda let go of the romantic fairy tales and turned the page to a new chapter. One where she wasn’t pining or hoping. She was single, powerful, and utterly unshaken in the freedom of being beholden to no one. She wasn’t looking for love anymore because she had found something even better: herself. And in this new life, she didn’t just live—she thrived. * * * * * Until….Spencer came in... Ready to give her another taste of love. Could she allow herself to feel again? To trust again? Or would she choose the familiar safety of solitude, where her heart could never break? L.O.V.V.E.E – E.V.O.L.V.E

Zephyr Ravencrest was born into nobility but lived as a failure—unblessed by the gods, powerless, and abandoned by fate. His life ended in blood and betrayal, yet in his final moments, he drank the blood of an unknown, ancient being. When he awoke, he had regressed three days before the Ceremony of Ascension—where noble children receive their divine gifts. But something was different this time. Shadows whispered to him, slithering beneath his skin, and a dark voice echoed in his mind. With a power unlike any seen before, Zephyr is determined to carve a new destiny for himself. No longer will he be the forgotten child of the Ravencrest family. The gods ignored him once. They will regret it.

When in doubt, search for the past… where all secrets hide. He is a man known by many names. Born a Crown Prince, his birth name was known by all the kingdom and, after his death, it became known by the entire world as the tale of the Lost King — the beautiful and kind prince said to have disappeared into the Northern fog and to only return to his people in their time of most need. Such whispers spread like ashes through the kingdoms, ushered by the winds of the North, crossing seas to bring faith to unknown people. Living as the Slayer, his name became the whispers of those frightened, spoken in both prayer and consternation for fear that his arrival might not only not bring peace to the dead, nor keep the living from death. Dying as a God, his name became the word no one would dare to speak, for with his death, the evil slithered away, not killed or banished, but satisfied for long enough to leave the world to enjoy some semblance of peace, leaving his absence an emptiness the skies felt, but no one defied. Born Raiden Thorden. Lived Steel Kairo. Died Thor Odinson. The human boy fated to be a God. The most powerful God sacrificed in the most human of ways. The only remaining question is what name the Seid will give him, now. Faced with the end of all things, if his death is the sacrifice needed for the survival of the world he spent his entire existence protecting, isn’t it worth it? After all, his ending began centuries before… And when comes the thawing, after all the secrets have melted away, what remains shall be the truth. (Norse mythology and Viking inspired)

“Is Mr. Angelis there?” a hurried voice asked. The man introduced himself as Dereck. “No, Matt isn’t home. He’s in Brisbane until tomorrow,” Colette replied, her tone flat and resigned. She was ready to end the call and retreat back to the comfort of her bed when Dereck’s response froze her in place. He laughed. “Oh, is that what he told you?” A cold drop of fear slithered down her spine. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of fear and anger lacing her words. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Colette could almost hear the gears turning in Dereck’s mind as he realized his slip. “What?” She stammered, before abruptly cutting the call. Matheo would attend the gala with Iris, and they would be the perfect couple, the power duo that everyone admired. Meanwhile, Colette would be here, in this cold, empty house, a prisoner of her own despair. The realization was suffocating, the betrayal too deep to bear. Her heart ached with a pain so intense it felt physical, a crushing weight that left her gasping for breath. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away. What was the point? The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had trusted implicitly, had chosen another over her. He had lied to her, betrayed her, and now he was flaunting that betrayal in the most public way possible. But this was new! Now, he had started lying to her. So, that he could attend the gala with Iris without his "stupid, unreasonable" wife demanding to be taken to a public place with him? He wouldn’t want that burden on him now, would he? No, Iris would look much better in his arms, cool and sophisticated, with her intellectual talks to charm his potential investors. She knew the ins and outs of his business and it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken her to such events. The thought made Colette’s stomach churn. But tonight, something snapped inside her. The dead flower of her heart, long withered from neglect and betrayal, turned to a crisp. She had been humiliated, shamed, hidden away in secret, and lied to. Matheo had been afraid she would embarrass him? Now she would show him what true embarrassment felt like. Maybe her marriage was over. Maybe her husband had only ever wanted her for one thing: sex. If that was the case, then tonight, she would be the epitome of sex. She would get ready to seduce him in public, and the whole world would see the actual of their marriage before she left him forever. If he wanted her as the whore, he will get the whore.

Except; "...there is nothing we can do. The punishment for his crime is obvious," Brenda stated, looking at where Louise was standing, with a handcuff around his hand. Sonya's expression was blank with no emotions on her face. She didn't want to look at Louise, because it would only make it hard for her. "Death or life imprisonment." Brenda shifted her gaze to her sister. She could see the pain she was trying to hide. Sonya's fists were clenched by her side, and tears had already piled at the rims of her eyes. Brenda poked her cheek with her tongue, and looked at Sonya's bulging stomach. Her eyes hardened and flashed with a ruthless glint. "You should leave the country. This is his karma, and he must face it," she said to have Sonya look at her. 'Giving up... is also an option. I'm tired...' Sonya thought. Sonya is a renowned doctor in the field of psychology and psychiatry, who is driven by her obsession to protect her family and their inheritance. Her life takes a sudden twist when she meets and decides to help a little girl, the daughter of a rich business tycoon, Louise Cole. However, the man turns out to be her ex-boyfriend and past lover in college who had abandoned and forgotten about her. Louise doesn't remember her at first, but when he does, he tries to make amends and pursues Sonya. However, his past haunts him and his mental condition deteriorates. Lying deep in his family is a shattering secret of an incident that happened 11 years ago. When Louise's mistress and two mysterious enemies arise against the couple, the secrets are exposed, creating a rift between them. Will Sonya stay by his side as she promised? Or will she choose to give up on him?

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Impregnated by three snakes? Possessively guarded by a dragon and a black wolf? "Who are they? Why are they keeping me captive? Wait... Why do their eyes look so strange?" Before passing out, Ceyzi had seen three snakes slithering toward her, as if ready to strike. But why did those snakes suddenly transform into humans? And why do they keep calling her their female? "My sweet female..." Dragged back into their den, Ceyzi finds herself repeatedly held captive, their hands on her ankles again and again, forced to bear the weight of their love. "Now's the perfect time to mate. I want you to bear my snake children."

I woke up in a strange world. The first thing I noticed? I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t even human anymore. No. Instead, I was... slithering on the ground, my body long and serpentine, glistening in the dim light of the cave around me. I felt the strange sensation of scales on my skin, each one sharp and slick. What, I'm a snake ????

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*WARNING!!!* EXTREME LEVELS OF CULTURE!! *Lemons? - In excess!!!* *V's? - Of course yes!!* *Plot? - Divine!! [Stop right here cultured bros and sis. Hope you are skillful with holding your phone in one hand? Because I bet ya, you'll need to, lol]... °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Put some pants on, your d**k is staring at me" the lady in white heavenly transparent attire said to Alex. Alex looked around trying to figure out if truly this was heaven and if he had died. He wasn't all too sad about it because at the end, if heaven had naked women walking around, then it did live up to the hype. "You are dead but it's a bit complicated. You see, I know a way you can go back, but I can't guarantee you'd get what you want. Do you want to go through with being reborn?" The lady with the alluring body said to Alex. With every word escaping her kissable lips, Alex listened with keen attention. Of course he would, for all he knew, he was basically staring at a god's pussy. That alone had beat all the accomplishments of his life time. "Yes, I'll do it," Alex agreed to being a subject of the lady's experiment knowing fully well it could be the end of him. ****** Alex Riley, a man in his late thirties whose life changed into a nightmare when he caught his wife cheating with his boss. Frustrated, Alex left his apartment but little did he know he was living his life behind as a terrible accident occurred that lead to his boss and wife dying. Alex is pinned down for the death of the two. Alex now having spent about a lifetime in prison finally decides to give into the charms of his prison Warden, Brenda. Brenda had chased Alex for years but finally, she got hold of him. Now engaged in the act with Brenda or as he was about to, Alex discovered Brenda might be too much for him. Alex died a pitiful and ridiculous death. His whole life ended in a flash as he found himself drifting away from Brenda's unrestrained bouncing on him. But second chance awaits Alex and he looks to make good use of it. Now reborn in a new world, Alex finds himself starting over. A new start..a very very different world from the one he knew before. However, Alex runs into the impossible; Alex finds himself in a squabble with a god, the lust god. And of course Alex was defeated but not just that. The lust got made Alex his herald. Now blessed with a system by the lust god, Alex is tasked with the heavy burden of collecting wives. #No Yuri #No NTR *WARNING!!!* THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN R18 SCENES, VULGAR WORLDS, SOME INSTANCES OF ABUSE AND A WHOLE LOT. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU AVOID IT. OTHERWISE, ENJOY!!!... Join the discord ... https://discord.gg/HK2h8R9skE Ig profile and link : @darkknight4266. https://instagram.com/darkknight4266?igshid=YWYwM2I1ZDdmOQ== NOTE :Not my cover...will.gladly take it down if owner wants

All things considered, fate is the determining factor of life and most of the time, she stays neutral...and when the wheels begin to move, you either receive the grains of blessings or be at the end of that short stick. Jacob has toiled all his life under the bossom of orphan hood. After slithering for so long through the darkness, he finally spots a flicker of light; and he'd be damned if he doesn't reach out to it. And as if a switch had been pressed, his life changes for the better... of course; not without life throwing in a couple of lemons here and there! This time, he shall be the driver of his new life and no longer the passenger, his Will never to be questioned. Approached with a legacy he had no clue he was a part of, Jacob takes the whole of the cake, after all...a starving man ought to always bite off more than he can chew. Opportunities don't come twice! __________ NOTICE: The setting is of modern nature. Mind you, whatever shall be written here that resembles the real world is either coincidental or just outright Author shenanigan. No offense to the cultures and nations that shall be included in here.Again, do not take offense. First time writing(but not the last), so enjoy it if at all possible, I'll appreciate whatever feedback to make my work a little better(Give it to me straight in the reviews). Further tags//= /Nonchalant MC /Handsome ML /Beautiful FL /Calm MC /Hardworking MC /Chaotic Neutral ML /Meaningful supporting characters /Solid plot /Cautious ML /Multiple character devs /Innovative ML /Tough FL /Wholesome couple / Manipulative ML /Strong-willed FL And so on and so forth. I'll add to that list whenever. Dunno how anything works in this app~I'll just go with the flow. By; Ratatouille~ Let me Cook!