Mpreg Belly Rub

After being betrayed by her family, Bai Meiyue found herself struggling in the flourishing age where zombies and mutant animals ruled. And that too with a big belly! Though people called her crazy for being stubborn, Bai Meiyue didn’t regret keeping the fruit of her one-night stand. What she regretted was not protecting her child and trusting those whom she should have killed at the very chance that was handed to her. In the eleventh year, Bai Meiyue lost her child and died while taking revenge on those who took her son away. However, just when Bai Meiyue thought it was the end, she returned two months before the beginning of the doomsday. Carrying the grudge of two lifetimes, she swore to make life living hell for those who harmed her and her son. With the heavens blessing her with a barter system, Bai Meiyue was intent on giving her child everything that he deserved. But why was the child’s father chasing after her? Hello? We only shared a bed for a night. So why was he clinging to her? Her child’s father: From the best medicine to education, you have given our child everything, Meiyue. But what about a father?

He slides his hand between her legs and pulls her in. She gasps and holds on to him for support as he runs his fingers between her lips and clit. She's trembling from his touch. As he moves his finger around the outside of her. "Time to rinse off" he whispers to her. He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half of her body to his and washes the soap off her backside. She throws her head back. And begins to let out a scream, but he covers her mouth with his hands and says "shhhhh be quiet now." He spins her around so her back side is pressed against his erected cock. Feeling it's cold contact she throws her head back again gasping. Her then washes the front of her off pressing hard against her he gropes her breast squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples. She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf The book starts off without a lot of detail for the characters, but as the story progresses you you’ll notice each character develop and get to know them. Maybe even fall in love. Please enjoy!

Here the weak bow to alien dynasties and fearsome colonies, while the strong could get their feet rubbed by celestial queens and holy maidens. To reach the top one must trample on the weak and strong alike. To survive one must be ruthless. And to thrive one must be lucky. But most importantly, to be fated one must be fearless and willing to attain the impossible. As such, in a neglected corner of the human realm, Yamato a gifted boy dreams of becoming the most strongest fighter in the world, become invincible and attain the peak of martial arts. This is his legend as he rises up the martial hierarchy... UPDATES EVERYDAY!!!

"Studying plants?" "Yes, as I told you." "Let her go." Untying her the woman rubbed her wrists picking up her things. About to leave she turns to the soldiers saying, "Next time go chase the real criminals not innocent bystanders." She stormed off swinging her pack on her back. "Wait! I didn't get your name." Dimitri wanted to know this sassy woman's name calling out to her. "That's right you didn't!" The woman answered waved him off continuing on her way. His dragon never reacted to females this way, but he was somehow drawn to this wolf woman. ~~~ Abandoned at 6 years old Lily Artemis Wolfman lived as a servant in the palace of the Wolf Clan. Only remembering flashes of her past and a necklace with a family crest Lily tried to survive the current hell she lived. From the princess taunting her daily to the King using her for her intelligence she waited for the day she could free herself. Will the kindness from one wolf be enough for her? Or is the mysterious Dragon Prince her promised mate?

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Sitting at his desk doing his best to be a good office worker, Hal was struck speechless when a cerulean box popped up in front of his computer screen. 'What's this? Is my computer acting up?' Calmly Hal paused, read the prompt more carefully. [Your planet has been chosen! A higher plane will be seeded with the remains of your planet after it is destroyed. As you meet the minimum standard of health you can choose between becoming a Lord or a servant. Choose wisely!] As he read the words on the screen a sickening feeling of dread started in his belly and moved slowly upward putting pressure on his heart. Hal wasn't the most athletic of individuals and now regretted all the snacks he had been eating lately. Moving his head to look over to his friend's cube his dread increase as the cerulean text box followed his line of sight. Transparent it block most of his view, only allowing a few details come through from behind. People all over the office were freaking out either becoming hysterical or going catatonic as they just stared at their screens. [You have 30 seconds to choose: Lord or servant. If a selection is not made your choice will be made for you.] [Survivability: Lord: .01% Servant: 30%] [26 secs] Below the selection screen a timer was counting down in place. Sweat popped out on Hal forehead. 'The obvious choice seemed to be Lord at first, but now that I can see that only one in ten thousand lords survive, ... . I just don't know ...' [19 secs] 'What do I do? ...'

Talismans are a part of cultivation and what a better way to get into cultivating than to have the three top sects send talismans around. The "good" sect sends a talisman to make someone extremely beautiful. The "bad" sect sends a talisman to make everything around the person turn into a death sentence. The "neutral" sect sends a talisman of amplification by accident. What happens to a woman who has just gotten pregnant? Everything hits her belly. Join in as Rex who is in the fourth mortal realm gets a second chance to cultivate.

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

【No system, no Holy Mother, slightly dark belly】 One thought can fix the stars, one glance can pierce through the eternal cycle, and one word is the cosmic law. I am an ordinary person, but I am trapped in a chess game and played by the chess players. However

Dangerous Omega Series #1 After dying in a horrific hate crime, Suki, a certified Fudanshi and a covert celestial fox spirit living in the human realm undergoes a mysterious transmigration. He was unwittingly transported into the very world depicted in "Their S-Class Affairs," an intense, hardcore and smut-ty BL manhua. The story that he was reading before his untimely demise. Suki, as the legendary nine-tailed fox, would have an easy and comfortable life if he possessed a body of a nameless extra. He could watch the betrayal and messy lives of the characters in the Manhua without throwing himself into the eye of the storm. However, fate proves harsh for a demon spirit like Suki as he unexpectedly becomes the omega husband of the enigmatic alpha and wild stallion ML, Bai Tingfeng. In the panels of the manhua, Bai Tingfeng harbors no affection for his vain and irresponsible husband. Suki, who now assumes the identity of the renowned model omega, Shen Yuan, knows this all too well. There's no way in hell that he can rely on the S-Class alpha's help in consolidating his new body. Since Suki can't acquire help, he doesn't want to be affected by whatever drama that the ML's halo would attract. Who would want to get all the trouble without reaping the benefits? No one. Shen Yuan/Suki decided to stand on the sidelines while munching popcorn, ready to watch the drama. Let Bai Tingfeng unleash his beastly nature and become the notorious f*ck boy in the city. Suki/Shen Yuan doesn't care about that. All his concern was to be separated from this difficult man! Will the husband and husband fall for each other? No one knows. Only the electronic billboard asking someone's WIFE for a coffee date would do the talk. #omegaverse #alphaxomega #MPREG #dungeons #magic #transmigration #powercouple #childraising #beast #nonhumanMC #supersmutBL #misunderstanding

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

“Chantelle Bently, you’re a murderer! Why are you still alive? You should have been the one to die!” Daniel shoved her away with anger, his face as dark and empty as the black suit he wore. Chantelle was caught off guard and lost her balance, falling hard onto her pregnant belly. The pain was unbearable, and she cried out as her body trembled. Chantelle shook her head desperately. “I told you, it wasn’t me! It was Kate!” In a trembling voice, she pleaded, “Daniel, how many times do I have to say this before you believe me? I didn’t betray your family or the Wilson Group Of Companies, and I didn’t cause your grandfather’s death.” Anger and resentment appeared in Daniel’s eyes as he threw the divorce settlement in Chantelle’s face. “Sign this now! From this day forward, I’ll make you pay a thousand times for everything you’ve done!” The sight of the document struck Chantelle like a dagger to her heart. Her whole body froze as if she had been cast into the icy wastelands of Hell. **** Her twin sister framed her, and her perfect family was destroyed on Christmas Eve. Things got worse when her husband handed her a divorce agreement. A month later, rumors spread that she had died in prison from depression. Six years later, she returned with a new face to take her revenge. She was beautiful but dangerous. Daniel felt both devastated and irritated when he saw the mysterious woman. She had the same name as his dead ex-wife, whom he hated most and the one he believed was responsible for his grandfather’s death. Despite his anger, he couldn’t deny the strong attraction he felt toward her. In fact, he was fatally obsessed and addicted to her, and the anger that had controlled him for six years slowly started to crumble.

As a soon-to-be chieftain, Ashlani's responsibilities were numerous, complex, and often boring. As a recently reincarnated keelish (a reptilian pest), his responsibilities only extend to 1. survive another day, 2. keep his belly full, and 3. kill anything that keeps him from numbers 1 and 2. Oh, and, if the opportunity arises, take revenge on his friend turned brother turned murderer. Ashlani was sent on his inaugural hunt as the chieftain-to-be of his tribe when he was shot in the back by the man he was closest to, the one he called his closest friend. Post-mortem, he was greeted by a [System], the elect, singular keelish representative. Now, his focus must be on continuous growth and evolution, to awaken to his grand potential, and lead his new people to a new age. This is a reboot of my previous novel, Ashlani's Reincarnation, a grimdark take on a LitRPG reincarnation novel. This is a slower, more methodical approach to story, and I hope that its quality will reflect that. I update five times a week, usually weekdays, but if I miss a weekday, I make it up over the weekend.

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

Robin was raised to be the perfect omega son of King Harold Marcella of the Marcella Dynasty like his siblings. In a kingdom where Omegas were only good for breeding stock, Robin wanted to be more. He thought his life would have the same path as his two elder omega brothers but it had other things planned. Good boy Robin, who followed all the rules his entire life, will break every one of them for his Alpha. Alpha Thrall has never bowed down before another man, woman or omega. Every king shivers from his name. But for his omega he will bow, he will beg. He will worship the ground his mate walks on. A love story, a revenge story, and a story of self discovery. Knotting, MPreg, and Mating

scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

Synopsis #R-18 (Mature Content - No Rape) "If the beast inside you could be healed, I will heal it with my love," ~~~~ "What secrets are you holding, Delilah?" The Elder prince stepped forward. "S-secrets? W-what secrets? I am not hiding anything," Delilah whispered, her heart drumming against her chest as she tried her best to hide what was going on. The man in front of her smirked before he gripped her throat and pulled her close, loving the sound of her fast-beating heart. "Is that so? Do I make you nervous?" "A little," Delilah admitted. The smirk on the prince's face widened. "Good. Only I am allowed to make you nervous, just like only you are allowed to touch and have this kind of effect on me," The prince rubbed her lips with his thumb before leaning closer, their breaths coming sharp as he gazed into her eyes. "The moment you allow another man to make you feel anything, he will end up dead, and you, you my sweetheart will end up naked under me while I punish you for even looking at others," Zephyr whispered before he crashed his lips on hers, undressing her gently. ~~~~~~ On the mission to find the hidden secrets of the most powerful ancient wolves, Katherine Moon, the leader of the special task force, found herself in a fatal situation. Betrayed by her own organization, she closed her eyes with just one wish, the wish to find out why they betrayed her as she took her last breath. Bestowed by mercy from the heavens, Katherine finds herself reincarnated in the body of a petite girl, Delilah Rosewood. Delilah Rosewood, who had entered the royal palace as the cousin of the Alpha's daughter, committed suicide after being rejected by the commander of the royal army. Katherine had never thought she would get the chance to get her answers in this lifetime, but now that life has given her this opportunity, she must secure it. However, there were some problems with her plans. "Well, I am the problem that will lead you to a better life!" Her system shouted. First, she got a system to monitor her life. Task#12- Prepare a sweet dish for the prince. Reward#- 10 points in strength. Second, the system wanted her to seduce the future alpha king if she wanted to make this body stronger. If being reincarnated in a weak body wasn't enough, the body didn't even have a wolf. "Aaaaaa! Fuck my life!" Katherine groaned. "This isn't your life. You must help Delilah reach her destiny," the system's voice came again, making her groan. "If you want to become stronger, you must seduce the future alpha king," The system said again. What Katherine didn't know was that the man in the hidden palace already had his eyes on her. "Sir, is that lady the only one you can touch?" His subordinate asked. Zephyr's eyes shone brightly. "Yes, and I want that girl to be mine," Zephyr said. "But sir, it looks like after being rejected by the commander, she has made your brother her next target," Jacob whispered. "It's a statement, Jacob. That girl is mine. Full stop." Zephyr licked his lower lip as he looked at the girl dancing on the ground after eating a freshly picked cherry Katherine, unaware of the elder prince's intentions, gets ready to bear it all and live her new life with new tasks, but what happens when she finds out the system she was living with was fake? A fake system? It's bearable… Right? But what about the powers who have started to go haywire inside her? And why do Gypsies keep visiting her in both her lives? Just who was this Delilah Rosewood? Disclaimer- There might be scenes with high violence, stalking, dark romance, goth, gore, blood, details graphic visuals of deaths and murders. The first 50 chapters might look a bit dull because of world-building, but if you decide to stay after that, I promise to make this journey worthwhile. ~~~~~~ You can follow me on Instagram - @angelinabhardawaj Or join my discord (Link only given in DM)

His eyes were on me, but he wasn't speaking. “Gerald?” I touched his hand. “You have something to tell me?” All he said was “I understand.” But I felt the need to speak out. Guilt was building up in me, filling me up like a cup that was ready to overflow with water. His consistent look at me couldn't let me have a moment of peace. “Actually… Andrea and Raguel… They tricked me into spending a private time with Amon.” It was hard for me to maintain my flow of words, and I took in breaths. “I didn't realize he would try to seduce me.” My hands were rubbing against each other, the sweat forming on my palms acted as lubricant. But Gerald's expression did not change. “That's not a big issue on ground.” He shook his head about three times. “You have something that belongs to Amon.” Something that belonged to Amon? What if he knew I was pregnant with Amon's child? ************************************** Was it all about love or the mate bond? My lover, Amon, had left me for a girl he claimed was his fated mate, and I was torn apart, feeling like there was no life without him. In just a month, I met Gerald, the Alpha of another pack, and he turned out to be my mate. But then, I was pregnant with Amon’s child. I had decided to keep my pregnancy a secret because of the rule of my pack, and Amon was never aware of it. Gerald marked me without a hint of it, but things turned crazy when Amon showed up in secret, claiming he loved me. I was conflicted, but there was more to Gerald that I didn't know. Everyone around me was hinting vague things about him that they weren't certain of. Well, whatever it was, I was going to accept it as part of my fate.

Dying in a car crash at the age of seventeen, Ling Yue watched in agony as an otherworldly soul took over her body and naturally became part of her family, living her life on her behalf. It would have been fine if it was just that, but even after "she" was found out to be a fake daughter, "she" still clung to the Ling family like a leech, causing her eldest brother to get into  a car accident and ruining his legs, framing the real daughter only to end up being slapped in the face, clinging to her scumbag fiance and stealing the family's trade secrets, causing the Ling family's downfall, etc. Each deed committed using her identity being more preposterous than the other, causing Ling Yue in her soul state to weep in blood until the day came when said fake daughter died on the hospital bed after having been diagnosed with late stage brain cancer, alone, with no one to send her on her way. Unresigned to such an end, Ling Yue reincarnated into a cultivation world with a belly full of anger as well as the memories of her previous life. There she cultivated relentlessly for a thousand years, but instead of ascending into immortality, Ling Yue used all her spiritual energy and the merits she obtained throughout the years for a glimmer of hope and a chance to turn back time. To return home and amend the mistakes caused by that otherworldly soul. And to reunite with that one person who had been waiting for her all this while.

The new novel "Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled" has started with an absolutely sweet pampering theme! [Sweet pampering novel] Young Master Yan spent two hundred million yuan to marry a wife as beautiful as a flower, a story known all around the country. Master Yan's wife, worth two hundred million, ran away just a few days after their wedding. This shameful act is known only to heaven, earth, him, and her. Five years later, Master Yan received a call from Express Delivery, saying a cutie was delivered and asked for his signature! Master Yan looked at the mini version of himself in front of him, "Kid, who are you?" The mini Master Yan glanced at him, "I am the father of your grandchild!" Master Yan held his forehead, everyone says he's crazy, but how come this little boy is even crazier than him?! "Who is your Mommy?" Master Yan asked in a much gentler tone this time. After all, this kid is clearly his own blood! The young master sneered, his youthful little hand pointed fiercely at his belly, "You're so stupid! My Mommy is your grandchild's grandmother!" The fortune teller said that he has two nemesis in his life; one undoubtedly is her. And this one in front of him, undoubtedly, is the other one.

"Why do you hate your mother? Zane?" Angela asked as she removed her glasses and rubbed her temple and eyes once more. It wasn't long ago since she had first met Zane so she knew little about him other than very general knowledge and the mental asylum case. Zane paused as if appalled. "My mother made me like this? Why would I hate her? Doctor are you insane?" Angela couldn't help but pause at the question as she felt shivers down her spine. 'How could I be insane? This makes my head throb. I rather him be a serial killer...' she thought before rubbing her temples... Baby eater✓ Town go boom✓ Eat monsters insides✓ Theme song: Snow wife - Crazy✓

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Business tycoon Riven Ashford swore he would never take a wife. He didn’t even have a single scandal tied to his name. Until one day, when a wife was forced upon him, Young Master Ashford began a new chapter in his life! Ethan, the assistant: Young Master Ashford, Madam trashed Gray Manor. Riven Ashford: Get more people to help her out. Ethan: Uhm… Riven Ashford: Wait, has she calmed down? Ethan: No. Riven Ashford: Inform the board to start the project of acquiring Gray Group! Ethan: Young Master Ashford, Madam beat up Young Master Carter, and now he’s hospitalized. Riven Ashford: Has she had enough? Ethan: Doesn’t seem like it. Riven Ashford: Let her continue. One day, Riven Ashford learned that Rhea Vale had gotten into another fight. He slammed the table and got up. “Rhea Vale, are you asking for a beating?” Rhea retorted, “Darling, you’ve changed. You didn’t use to be this way…” Riven pointed to her protruding belly and said, “You were alone before this!” To be fighting when she was seven months pregnant not only frightened her opponent, but she also scared the wits out of Riven Ashford. Yet, Rhea was feeling pleased that she managed to win without a fight! Rhea’s anger subsided, and she stared at Riven with puppy dog eyes, as if she had been badly bullied. “You win. You rascal, can you wait until the little rascal is safely born before you go fighting again?”

"Jill!" Sheri whispered. Jill continues to give Sheri grief. Though, in all honesty Jill didn't care, nor did she have room to judge. Jill has done what Sheri is about to do once or twice. Maybe even three times by the time she's done with Anthony. Who knows what his status is? Don't care... But Jill could shamelessly say this, she's never blatantly seen a man's wife and still brazenly flirt with their husband. Sheri was on a whole new level of savagery, and Jill wasn't letting her best friend off the hook so easily. Jill thought to herself, the next time Sheri tries to act all innocent and poise to judge me, imma rub the dirt all up in her face. She continues to push Sheri’s buttons till she gets up to leave and go to the bathroom. Jill was getting ready to tell her to use the gel when unexpectedly, Sheri collides into the Governor. They were a whole tangled mess, Jill practically had to pull them apart before his wife came. The Governor was grateful for her intervention because even he realized he wasn't focused. Upon meeting the governor's wife, Jill was 100% sure, she did not like her. This self-important, condescending chick, made Jill simply want to backhand her. Her whole attitude was trash. She looked down at Sheri and Jill the whole time with fake greetings of kindness. But Jill matched her energy. Like b*tch, your not about to run over me. But Sheri... Practically became her yes girl. And Jill had to fall in line because it wasn't her fight. *** After the awful encounter with Monica, the Governor's wife, Jill got to work on making sure Sheri had a more prominent presence. The girls went to the bathroom, and Jill opened every stall to make sure no one was around. "What was that?!" Jill yelled. "I know right?! Absolute b*tch!" Sheri added. Jill wanted to smack Sheri. "No! You!" Sheri was confused. "You're not focused! When she came up to us all stank, you had no fight in you. You acted like a docile little girl. She said jump and you went 'how high?' Even I had to fall in line." Jill was so infuriated. "Oh...". Sheri said in recollection. "Listen that right there was a freebie. Monica is not about to think that's how things are gonna be moving forward." Jill declares. Sheri was silent but signaled she understood Jill continued as she paced the spacious restroom. "She's the one that had things she wanted to discuss with you, not the other way around. You should of let Monica know what day YOU were available instead of going along with what she choose!" "I know I just got nervous..." Sheri put her hand to her forehead. "Well that needs to be out of your system now that we have a vague idea of what she's about. When we go to the Governor's house, don't act all impressed, as if you've never been in a place like that before, and whatever she asks of you, tell her you need time to deliberate. She's not getting her answer right away." Jill looked at Sheri sternly. "You're right! I'm sorry!... I guess I felt bad about my behavior with her husband that I kind of submitted to her." Sheri admitted. "So are you gonna feel bad about the Governor's behavior too?!" Jill snapped "Takes two to tangle, And y'all was entangled!" "Jill... I don't know if I can be the type of woman that can mess with a married man..." Sheri lowered her head. Well what is she trynna say about me! Jill thought. *** Hey everyone, thank you for your interest in my book, this is my first time writing a story. Hope you enjoyed this excerpt. This is my original work and the setting is urban American. My characters are of African American, Caribbean, and Hispanic descent, so this book may have a different flavor from the more traditional stories on here, so feel free to comment if there are any slang terms or phrases you don't understand.

Shen Xingkong died full of regrets, betrayed, abandoned, and powerless. But when she opened her eyes again, she was 18 years old! Fate had given her a second chance, and this time, she wasn’t going to be weak. Her plan? Cling onto Huo Siye’s golden thigh. The Fourth Prince of the Huo family, ruthless, untouchable, feared by all. But if she could win his favor, she’d live a life of luxury, free to crush white lotus b*tches with her left hand and slap scumbags with her right. Hug, kiss, have a baby, and reach the pinnacle of life—that was the goal. But things didn’t go as planned. Because every time she saw Huo Siye, her heart would race. He wasn’t just a man, he was a wolf, dangerous and wild, walking the fine line between good and evil. The world feared him, but when he looked at her, his cold eyes melted into something terrifyingly gentle. And when rumors spread that he was under some kind of spell, bewitched by a woman, hhe confronted him. "Fourth Prince, they all say you’re possessed," she teased. Huo Siye smirked, pulling her into his arms. "They’re wrong. Even if I die and become a ghost, I’ll still be happy under Star’s skirt." In this life, Shen Xingkong thought she was playing the game. But the true predator? The black-bellied demon king who would love and protect her—day and night.

Splicers: Mages of creation, capable of bending the laws of nature to combine the DNA of various animals together to make evolved creatures or Evos. In this world there are no cars, planes, boats or many of the advanced technological marvels that we take for granted. Instead people and countries rely on Splicers and Evos for things ranging from transportation to national defense. Being a Splicer is basically a ticket to the good life for most. But not just anyone can be a splicer; you have to lucky to be born with the magic in you and even luckier to have the talent to distinguish yourself among millions of your peers. Follow Chase Kingston; a young splicer that was born in the one country in the world that being a splicer makes you a second class citizen; as he attends Andromeda College, the world's foremost institute of splicing knowledge. Where he will rub shoulders with the world's elite and future leaders of society. Far from the simple life he knew Chase will be thrown into the deep end as he learns just how cutthroat and competive the world of splicing is. Where behind even the friendliest of smiles hides a dagger aimed at your back. If Chase is to survive he'll need to gain knowledge, strength, and grit to overcome any challange. Can he do it? Read on and find out [Evo-lution is my first novel and a side project of mine. I plan to release multiple chapters a week but don't hold me to that! If this becomes more popular I'll devote more time to it. ....HUTEXA-THE-DJINN]

‘I possessed the female lead who runs away after becoming pregnant with the male lead's child. I know the original story, so there’s nothing to misunderstand!” So, I decided not to run away and instead seduce the male lead... “Quite a convincing act." My pretense of being the tragic original female lead was immediately seen through. “It seems my wife isn’t in the condition for a boat ride.” My desperate attempt at skinship to earn the female lead’s buff was brutally ignored. “Am I truly doomed?” After a moment of despair and grueling effort, I improved my relationship with the male lead and confessed about the pregnancy. But then. “The child.” With the same hand that had gently caressed Dahlia's belly, he softly cupped her cheek. “This way, I’ll have no choice but to kill you myself.” The warmth of his hand on her cheek felt chilling. “Don’t you agree, my wife?” …I should’ve just run away. It seems I’m totally screwed. ................................................................. Disclaimer: All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators. For advance chapters: p@treon.com/ShinningNovelTranslations (replace @ with a) Translated Original Name: 도망 여주가 도망을 안 감 Author: 은가빛.

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…" Man, these words are simple yet very true. The one who said these words must have really been… "corrupted," hehe. Does power corrupt? Maybe. But why? Is it power's very nature to corrupt? If that's true, does that mean everyone who has power is… corrupted? And if they are, then how much? Partially, slightly, or fully? Who, then, is the most corrupt? Is it the police, who have the power of law over the people who break it? Or is it the military, with the power of weapons? Or is it the politicians, controlling the police, the military, and the infamous red buttons? Or perhaps it's the people who fund those politicians—those who control everything from the shadows. To know who is the most corrupt, we need to figure out who is the most powerful. If I asked a random person, "Who's the most powerful being?" they'd probably answer with one word: God. Well, it makes sense. I mean, God Himself says in His holy scriptures that He is the source of all power. The most powerful being there was, is, and will ever be. If He is the source of all power... And if power's very nature is to corrupt... Then does that mean "God," the source of all power, is also the source of all corruption?! I rubbed the back of my neck, my lips twitching into a nervous smile. Probably not, but then again… Angels, the second most powerful beings, worship God and cannot disobey Him. At least in Islam, they can't. Christianity? Well, that's a whole different ballgame. So I don't know—maybe. But what about the people who believe in God? There are plenty of radicals out there. I mean, I've seen enough news stories about people blowing themselves up in the name of God. Killing others in His name. Some even believe they're chosen by God, so they kill for Him. Are they believers in God? Corrupted by the Devil? Or enlightened beings who see something my dumb self doesn't? I squinted, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my thigh. Man, I don't know about Hell, but after all these blasphemous thoughts, I don't think God's letting me into Heaven either. Now, everyone's probably wondering, Why are you talking about these blasphemous things? Well, it's my grandma's fault. "What did she do?" Nothing! It's not what she did—it's what she said. When I was little, my grandma used to say, "If you have nothing to do, think about God." So, technically, it's her fault. Title: The Duke's Youngest Son Is Unbearable Asher, the youngest son of an esteemed archduke, is infamous for his arrogance, sharp tongue, and reckless demeanor. To the outside world, he’s the epitome of a spoiled noble, but beneath the façade lies a storm of confusion and turmoil. Memories of a past life on Earth haunt him, colliding with his current existence, and leaving him questioning the very fabric of reality. A dungeon raid at Aetherion Academy turns into a life-altering event when a rivalry with the commoner prodigy, Elvin, spirals out of control. Left for dead, Asher experiences his first "awakening," a mysterious phenomenon that not only heals his shattered ether core but also grants him the power to manipulate space and time. His revival raises more questions than answers—why was he brought back, and what does this awakening truly mean? Asher’s newfound abilities catapult him into a world of intrigue, where nobles play dangerous games, ancient secrets resurface, and shadowy powers stir in the background. His abrasive personality and sharp wit make him enemies at every turn, but it also hides the growing weight of responsibility and guilt he carries. With each stage of his awakening, Asher’s abilities grow stronger, moving from controlling objects and altering the physical world to rewriting the very concept of time itself. But with great power comes consequences, and the line between saving the world and destroying it becomes increasingly blurred. join Asher in this journey.