Dripping Pusssy

In a future where humanity stretches its reach to the stars, Vacem, a seasoned astronaut, embarks on a critical mission aboard the Lunar Explorer 7 (LE-7) alongside his crew: Michel, Luis, and Loterro. Their objective: to investigate a colossal megastructure discovered buried deep within the moon and the alarming reports of anomalous activity at its core. Data from the Planetary Defense Agency reveals that the moon's orbit has subtly, yet significantly, shifted, already causing bizarre environmental disruptions on Earth. Their mission, however, descends into cosmic horror. A sudden, inexplicable gravitational anomaly emanating from the moon's core rips the LE-7 apart, killing Vacem’s entire crew in a terrifying, chaotic explosion. Vacem is the sole survivor, but the impact leaves him unconscious. He awakens not to the familiar, cold vacuum of space, but to a reality far more terrifying than any nightmare. He finds himself in a grotesque, alien world where the very ground is a pulsating, putrid flesh, squelching beneath his feet. The sky above is a swirling vortex of sickening colors, from which emerge colossal, hole-ridden tentacles that writhe and undulate, dripping viscous fluids and assaulting his mind. Stripped of his equipment and alone, Vacem must navigate this living, breathing nightmare. He endures constant atmospheric eruptions of foul, red slime, crosses a river of thick, flowing blood spanned by bone-like, tooth-shaped rocks, and fights for survival against terrifying indigenous creatures, including the aggressive, three-meter tall Flesh Stalkers made entirely of rotting, viscous meat. As he pushes deeper into this impossible world, Vacem’s sanity frays. He begins to experience unsettling phenomena, culminating in a harrowing encounter with a formless entity of absolute blackness. This anomaly communicates not through words, but by bombarding his mind with a torrent of incomprehensible whispers and raw, unfiltered information, pushing him to the brink of madness. "Something That Is Nothing" is a descent into cosmic and psychological horror, exploring the ultimate insignificance of humanity against a backdrop of unimaginable, unspeakable alien realities. Vacem's desperate struggle for survival is not just against the physical dangers of this world, but against the insidious erosion of his own mind, as he grapples with the terrifying question: what is this place, and what does it want with him? Something That Is Nothing is one of the POLYGENESIS Series. If you wish, you can read other POLYGENESIS series

When 26-year-old Amalia Dervaux walks into a vampire club out of curiosity, she doesn’t expect to meet Liliana von Eirenthal, an elegant, ancient, and dangerously captivating vampire. What begins as fascination turns into something darker, something raw. Amalia craves more than ordinary love, and Liliana offers everything she shouldn’t: power, control, and a love that hurts as much as it heals. But Liliana’s darkness is real and when it breaks free, Amalia must choose how far she’s willing to go to stay by her side. Some desires awaken you. Others consume you.

Seventeen-year-old Dominic Hayes had always been a quiet dreamer—chained to hospital beds, IV drips, and the ticking clock of his diagnosis. Leukemia stole his strength, his youth, and finally, his life. But fate had one more surprise waiting for him beyond the veil. When Dominic awakens, it’s not to the afterlife he expected—but to the crashing waves and boundless power of the ocean itself. He has been reborn as Poseidon, the Greek God of the Sea. With divine power surging through his veins and immortality in his grasp, Dominic is no longer the dying boy in the hospital—he is a god. But power comes with purpose. As he grapples with his new identity, ancient forces stir. Old gods rise, long-buried secrets awaken, and the balance between realms begins to crack. Dominic must decide—will he embrace his divine fate and protect the world he once had to leave behind, or will he drown in the very depths of power he never asked for? In this epic journey of rebirth, grief, and second chances, Reincarnated as Poseidon is a tale of what it means to live, to lose, and to rise again with the fury of the tides. side characters : Zeus, Hades and Athena

[Demonic Path Cultivation + Cold-Blooded + Ruthless + Eerie Immortal Path] [Male protagonist is a regular man, has women but no main female lead.] Xu Sanyan, born as a horse bandit, understands the harsh truth that human life is as insignificant as grass. Kill, or be killed. To survive, he cuts off his compassion, unleashing his darkest self. For a single cultivation technique, he slaughtered a city and wiped out villages. For a spell manual, he cut down those he once cherished. From the "Blood Demon Corpse Refining Technique" to the "Soul-Condensing Ghost Art," his cold blade drips with countless lives. In a world like this, he knows reliance on others is futile. Xu Sanyan’s only desire is to wield his blade and cultivate his inner strength to claim the celestial fruits beyond the Nine Heavens. Translator's Note: if you think this story might be similar to Korean "Demon Sect" stories then be warned because the themes explored in this novel maybe too graphic and inappropriate for certain audiences. Although I have seen reviews on my previous novel (RDC) stating that it wasn't as demonic as the synopsis made it out to be. But since I am bringing this to you, I feel this is my responsibility to put in this disclaimer. Still in the beginning phases of translation, so I don't know how true the synopsis is to the story. If you do find it to your tastes don't forget to leave a 5-star review. Read ahead on Pa.treon@CindelTL

"Isn't this the weak young master of the Valhalla family?" "Hahaha! I heard he only knows how to waste money... Completely useless." Another voice, dripping with false pity, chimed in. "Both his sister and brother are Tamers, strong ones at that. While him... the eldest... pathetic!!" The final word, spat out like a curse, hung in the air: "Useless!" In this world, where the bond with powerful Beasts dictated one's standing, where strength was synonymous with the ferocity and strength of your companion. Christopher Valhalla was an anomaly. He found solace not in the thrill of battle or the acquisition of monstrous power, but in the simple, fleeting joys of life. He enjoyed partying, clubs, and women. He offered no retort to the cruel rumors that trailed him like a shadow. Because, truth be told, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach at the mere sight of the majestic, often terrifying, creatures that others commanded. But every life, regardless of its perceived worth, eventually finds its end. For Christopher, it came not in the jaws of a wild Beast, nor in a duel he was ill-equipped for, but in the insidious grip of a rare and incurable sickness. Some days later his flame flickered and he died, leaving behind a void filled with the echoes of scorn. Yet, where one life ended, another began. In the silent stillness of Christopher's vacant shell, a new consciousness stirred. A soul, bearing the weight of unmatched power and a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most formidable Tamers, had arrived. This was the Supreme Tamer, a legend whispered in hushed tones across the world, a force of nature who had inexplicably perished at the hands of betrayal. Given this unexpected second chance, the Supreme Tamer, now inhabiting the frail form of Christopher Valhalla, felt a strange sense of acceptance. He looked upon the unfamiliar yet familiar faces of his new family – the concerned worry etched on their features – and a flicker of something akin to kinship sparked within him. A silent vow formed in his mind, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. The rumors that clung to this body like a shroud would be torn away. And the five Master Tamers who had orchestrated his demise in his previous life… They would learn the true meaning of fear. Their betrayal would be answered, not with petty revenge, but with the full, terrifying might of the Supreme Tamer, reborn. The world was about to discover that "useless" could be the most dangerous disguise of all. _______ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.

Synopsis: My life was ruined in a single second. One second where I, Lana Renata, just wanted to step outside for a moment. One second where I slipped… on cat poop. And in the next second, I woke up in a world I didn’t recognize. I thought it was a dream—until I saw corpses everywhere. Elves, werewolves, and other creatures lay covered in blood. Before I could scream or run, two long-haired white elves grabbed my hands and dragged me to the wedding altar, their swords still dripping with blood. WAIT! NO!... I DON’T WANT THIS!... Hello, everyone! This book is participating in WSA 2025! Your support means a lot, so I truly appreciate it. Thank you! ((Support me and follow me on X and Instagram at 'Delilad Trenna'!))

Being a wolfless hybrid was bad? Yes, but not as bad as being rejected by your groom three days before your wedding, in favor of your younger sister! ~~~ Sue was an outcast from birth, and she grew up stomaching ridicules and insults despite being a princess in starlight pack. Instead of wallowing in self pity, Sue strives for strength and soon becomes a strong fighter. Having been rejected multiple times for being the pack’s freak, Sue was over the moon when she unexpectedly gets accepted by her present mate whom she’s presently engaged to. However, when she’s rejected again, and is replaced by her sister this time, she believes all hope is lost for her, not knowing fate has something else in store for her. In a mission that’s supposed to kill her, she ends up coming across her mate in the monstrous enemy she was sent to capture, and by the end of it all, she discovers said mate has two brothers who’re also her mates, and not only were they willing to accept her, they forcefully took her along with them against her will, making Sue dislike and want nothing to do with them. Too bad they were stupidly hot and utterly breathtaking. Cursed because of the sins of their ancestors— Angelo, Landon and Damon lived as part monsters and part wolves, a deadly curse which would end up taking their lives if they didn't find their fated mate, the key to breaking the curse. Which was why as soon as they found her, there was no way they’d be letting her go, no matter what. Even though she was the daughter of their greatest enemy, even though she was wolfless, and even though she definitely wasn’t the fire breathing, powerful mate that was prophesied for them decades ago. ~~~ | ~~~ “I bet your nipples are hard right now. And are you wet between your legs as well? I should be able to smell it if I focus hard.” he husked out in a sultry voice, the dark eyes of his drinking me up and I wished the ground would open up to swallow me up at once. “N- no…” I managed to hurl out but he only laughed, then he leaned even closer and my heart lurched into my throat after his next words. “Why? You hate hearing the truth?” He demanded then I felt his large hand settle on my thigh. “I can check right now for you, to see if you’re dripping and making a mess of your little panties.” My cheeks felt so red, it felt like they might go up in flames at any moment from now. “A- are you crazy?” I managed after what felt like ages, while gaping at him as an immense amount of shock went through my entire body. He flashed me a dark grin, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. “Couldn’t you tell?” He drawled and I let out a huff of disbelief. This man wasn’t just crazy. He was mad. Him and his two brothers.

A young warrior sets out in search of glory—but instead, he finds something much worse: a talking sword that utterly despises him. No experience, no courage, and armed with a blade dripping in sarcasm, he stumbles into a journey that might not even be his. A clueless protagonist and an overly perceptive sword. In a world of fantasy and comedy, they will (reluctantly) try to save the world—or just survive without killing each other first.

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

Seventeen‑year‑old Louis Durand is a quiet lycée student from Lyon whose only passions are antique firearms and deep‑dive documentaries about European military history. When a runaway delivery truck sends him to an early grave, he awakens in a candle‑lit Paris bedroom—inside the body of a recently deceased provincial clerk—on 10 November 1799, the morning after Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’État of 18 Brumaire. Gifted with perfect recall of two centuries of technological progress and burdened by the knowledge of France’s eventual defeat in the Wars of Coalition, Louis vows to tip the scales. From rifled muskets and percussion caps to steam‑powered logistics and optical telegraphs, he will drip‑feed “future” inventions to the budding Consulate—while evading inquisitive statesmen, ruthless spies, and the paradoxes of tampering with history itself. Yet the battlefield is not his only front. Entrusted as an aide to Napoleon’s formidable but kind‑hearted stepdaughter—Hortense de Beauharnais—Louis must navigate salons, intrigues, and a blossoming romance that could change both their destinies. Every innovation he shares may win a battle—but at the cost of accelerating the mechanization of war and darkening the age he longs to protect.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING Leonard Garner doesn’t believe in forgiveness—only in retribution. His mother vanished the night his father brought home a bastard son, and with her went every shred of trust he had left. He keeps a Hate List now—a twisted record of names, some already crossed out in black. But one name stands out in bold red ink: Rhea Hampton. The girl who once moaned his name like it meant something, then disappeared without a word. Now she’s back, with her red hair, dripping with power, pretending to belong on the arm of his stepbrother, Jackson. But Leonard sees through the games. He sees the way her eyes still burn when they land on him, the way her breath still catches when he gets too close. She thinks she can play him. She thinks he doesn’t remember what it felt like to have her body wrapped around his, swearing forever between gasps. What Rhea doesn’t know is that Leonard has no intention of being used again. But Rhea’s not just another society girl. She’s a secret agent buried deep inside a mission that could burn Leonard's world to the ground. She needs access to his father—the man holding the key to a global conspiracy—and seducing Jackson is the fastest way in. What she didn’t plan for was Leonard’s rage, or the way her body still betrays her every time he’s near. As desire clashes with vengeance, and long-buried truths claw their way to the surface, Leonard and Rhea find themselves tangled in a game where love is lethal, loyalty is blurred, and their next kiss might be the one that destroys them both.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Leo, a 21-year-old college dropout and gamer dies in a thunderstorm accident and is Reborn into a world of dragon magic as Ryn, a rare omega rune-bearer bound by a mystical pact to three alpha lovers - Kael, a powerful dragon rider with a yandere streak; Veyr, a rebellious rune mage with a sharp tongue; and Sylas, a brooding prince cursed with a dragon’s soul. Ryn must survive the treacherous world of Tianlong and together with the alphas, they must fight against the demonic forces that threaten the empire. Will their passion consume them, or will it save the day? Dive into this steamy reverse harem romance where dragon magic meets forbidden love. ~~ "An omega without an alpha is like a rune without power," Kael growled, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. "You're mine, Ryn. No one else's." "Ah, but what about me?" Veyr chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't I get a say in this? After all, Ryn's omega charm is not to be wasted on just one alpha." Sylas snorted, his brooding gaze fixed on Ryn. "You're both forgetting one thing - Ryn's luck. An omega with three alphas is either blessed or cursed. Which one will it be, I wonder?" Ryn's cheeks flushed as the three alphas closed in, their rivalrous gazes locked on him. "I don't know," Ryn whispered, "but I'm about to find out." ~~~ This story contains: - Omegaverse (Alpha/Omega dynamics, heat cycles, mating bonds) - Enemies-to-lovers romance - Slow-burn tension - Societal hierarchy conflicts -Magic -Smuts -Isekai

No safe words. No limits. Just raw, wicked pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries don’t exist, only desire does. This collection of scorching short stories takes you from moonlit rooftops to steamy locker rooms, from public restrooms to private fantasies. Threesomes, breath play, BDSM, and irresistible encounters collide in explosive tales that promise to leave you breathless. Whether it’s a secret tryst with an ex lover, a scandalous game with an athlete, or a lust-fueled session in zero gravity, a fuck by the pool, each story delivers unfiltered, unrelenting heat. Wild. Wet. Wanton. You’ve never read sin like this before. If you’re not dripping by the end of each tale, check your pulse. Content Warning: This book is dark, raw, and unapologetically explicit. It explores the deepest, most tantalizing corners of desire, pushing boundaries and playing with power. For those ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. If you know you don’t have a partner, don’t read. Haha, just kidding. It’s for everyone above or at 18 years of age. It will leave you hot and bothered, craving sinful things.

Title: The Book of Whispers Genre: Supernatural Horror / Dark Fantasy Tone: Raw, Atmospheric, Unnerving Synopsis: Lena Carter never wanted the book. Her estranged grandfather’s final package—a worn leather-bound volume titled The Book of Whispers—came with one instruction: "Burn it. Do not open it." She ignored him. From the moment she flipped it open, everything changed. The pages held death premonitions… in her handwriting. And when her coworker Jenna died exactly as described, Lena's world fractured. The book isn’t dead paper. It’s aware. And it’s chosen her to be its new Keeper. Now pursued by the skeletal figure called the Last Witness, Lena races to uncover the book’s dark lineage—tracing back to a 12th-century monk who sealed away a shadow deity within its pages. Every previous Keeper gave in, bartering lives to delay their own demise. Lena won’t surrender that easily—until the book begins warping the world around her. - People vanish or return... wrong. - Mirrors whisper secrets. - Her name appears in the margins—next to “deceased.” Her sole companion? Mira, an ex-Keeper who’s seen too much and still bears the scars. Together, they run to Romania, back to where it all began. But the more Lena uncovers, the darker the truth becomes: The curse didn’t start with the book. It runs through her veins. And the shadow god? It’s been waiting for her. --- Why This Will Haunt You: - Gothic Overtones: Forgotten monasteries, dripping walls, and a monster that lives in silence and glass. - Mind Games: Memory, identity, and time twist until Lena no longer knows who she is. - Hard Choices: Would you doom a stranger—or yourself—to live another day? - Unpredictable Turns: Just when the rules feel clear, the book turns them inside out. Perfect for readers who loved: The Library at Mount Char, House of Leaves, and Netflix’s “The Haunting of Hill House.” --- Status: Ongoing (100+ chapters planned) Updates: 14 chapters weekly Crack the cover if you dare… but don’t whisper its name. It hears everything. ---

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

The gods are silent. The crown drips red. In a realm where faith justifies cruelty and loyalty is bought with blood, a young heir steps into a throne carved by death. Whispers of rebellion rot the court from within, and mercy is a myth best left buried. In the end, no one is innocent. Only useful.

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Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

Who are you?" I sluttered, attempting to take a step back but my feet seemed rooted to a spot. The mysterious man smiled, his eyes glinting in amusement, "I am someone who knows you," he said, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. "I am someone who has been waiting for you." I looked around, I was surrounded by lifeless Bodies, slaughtered brutally by something worse than a monster, "What happened here?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. The mysterious man chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "They are dead, you killed them all." He said, his eyes glistening in happiness, "You've become the person I knew you would be." I felt a pang, I looked at my hands, they were covered with blood. However, the question remains: did I really kill all these people? If yes… then who or what am I?

“She was supposed to die, but then her mad lover had other plans.” Reincarnated by her mad lover, who preserved her soul for years only to transmigrate her into another body. At seven, she was sold to a brutal training center where children were broken into machines, and survival was the only rule. After years of grueling training, she completed all her levels at just age 14 and was returned home, with a new upgraded system. She thought she could finally live a normal life, but life had other plans. Her father died, leaving behind a mountain of debt, and her sister was taken by their ruthless debtors. Desperate for money, Sophie agrees to marry an elderly, disabled man, only to wake up as the wife of Shane, the cold, untouchable CEO of Collen Industries, the nation’s wealthiest and most eligible bachelor. ⸻ At the Auction of Adams Industries: “Wait, Sophie. I know you’re not okay,” Olivia said, her voice dripping with fake concern. “Your father’s company was just sold. Do you even have money to eat?” Without waiting for an answer, she reached into her designer bag and pulled out a thick bundle of cash, pressing it into Sophie’s hands. “Here, take this. For old times’ sake,” she added mockingly, like she was tipping a beggar in front of everyone at the auction, making her the laughing stock of the entire town. ⸻ A few months after the marriage: “Do you know what I did to the last person who thought they could touch my wife and get away with it?” Shane said, laughing darkly as he stared down at the pale-faced Dexter siblings. They had all taken part in humiliating Sophie, and he will make them pay. “I had her hands cut off and left her to die,” Shane said coldly. [Author’s Note & Trigger Warning] This is not a love story wrapped in sunshine and sweet kisses. This is a descent. A fall. A journey through shadows. And it will hurt. Trigger Warnings, are found in the first chapter of the book(Prologue). “Sold, trained, and betrayed, now she’s married to the devil himself, and she’s ready to burn it all down.” *With her, his darkness feels like light,*

She was meant to kneel before the throne. Instead, she set the kingdom on fire. Elira has no name worth remembering—just a past veiled in ash and a spark of forbidden magic she was never meant to carry. Chosen as the bride for Crown Prince Auren, she is thrust from obscurity into a palace of masks and mirrors, where beauty hides cruelty and every oath drips with blood. But Elira is not just another pawn. She is Flameborn—a legacy feared, a prophecy buried, a fire the Crown failed to extinguish. And that fire is rising again. As rebellion spreads like smoke and ancient powers awaken, Elira must choose between love and vengeance, destiny and destruction. With every step, the line between savior and monster blurs. And in the heart of it all stands Prince Auren—the heir bound to a dying throne, torn between the kingdom he swore to protect and the girl who was born to burn it down. Loyalties will shatter. Kingdoms will fall. And in the end, only the fire will decide who survives. In a kingdom ruled by silence, will love survive the fire—or be consumed by it?

When Julia Harrow arrives at Blackwood Hall after the sudden death of her cousin, she expects mourning, a will, and polite condolences. But from the moment she steps through the iron gates, nothing feels right. The house is too quiet. The air too thick. And the man who now owns it—Alistair Blackwood—is as devastating as he is unreadable. Secrets pulse behind every locked door. Shadows move when no one is near. And the scent of her cousin still lingers in the halls, clinging like a warning. Drawn into a world of velvet lies and dangerous charm, Julia begins to lose time, lose trust, lose herself. Dreams bleed into reality. Passion turns to poison. And as desire tangles with dread, one question haunts her every breath: Did she come here by choice… or was she summoned? The Portrait of Lady Marian is a lush, slow-burning descent into madness, obsession, and a love story that should never have happened. Sinister, sensual, and dripping in dread, this is not a tale you read— it’s one you survive.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

"Some assassins die in silence... But some leave behind an echo that never fades." In a world torn apart by war, seven mighty nations cling to power, their kings dripping in gold and blood. But beneath the surface of Veylorion, shadows stir — and a name long thought dead resurfaces: The Phantom. No one knows his face. No one has heard his voice. Only the trail of black feathers and corpses he leaves behind. But this is not his story... This is the story of the boy who follows that trail. A boy entangled in a legacy of blades, betrayal, and blood. A boy destined to uncover a secret that could collapse empires — or give birth to a war even the gods can't stop. As nations hunt the ghost of a killer, and allies turn to enemies, one truth becomes clear: > Legends don’t fade… they evolve.

Eden Blake had one plan for her eighteenth birthday: to finally confess her love to Liam, the golden boy who never saw her as more than his best friend’s innocent little sister. Dressed in soft pink silk and trembling with hope, Eden was ready to give him everything—including her untouched heart and body. But when Liam ignores her at her own party, it’s not him who finds her broken and alone—it’s Hunter Cross, the cold, dominant captain of the university hockey team, and her brother’s sworn rival. Tall, tattooed, and dripping with danger, Hunter makes Eden an indecent proposal: thirty days of private, hands-on lessons in seduction. She’ll become the woman who can make any man beg—but she’ll learn it all on him. Every kiss, every touch, every forbidden act… Hunter gets first. As Eden trains to win Liam, something darker and deeper ignites between her and Hunter. What started as a cruel deal slowly unravels into obsession, jealousy, and raw emotional intimacy. Eden begins to crave Hunter in ways she doesn’t understand, and when he touches her, nothing else matters—not even the boy she once loved. But can a heart that was meant for someone else survive the fire of falling for the wrong man? A Deal with the Hockey Captain is a slow-burn, erotic romance filled with forbidden chemistry, emotional tension, and a dangerous game of seduction where the teacher might lose control—and the student might lose her heart.

"Hold him!, don't let him escape!,sh*t! f*ck!"the man cursed. About twenty men were chasing after a boy. The boy was 108cm in height,his pink coloured hair ruffling against the wind,his clothes were exquisite,and he managed to pull off an arrogant young master look......."He's a beautiful baby boy " the mid wife said.MENG Qi lost hope and lay back down helplessly."Do you want to see him?" the mid wife asked."Take that brat out of my sight!!" MENG Qi blew up.The mid wife tried to calm her down as she cried. Meng Qi's personal assistant,Hé had an idea."Meng Jie Jie,this child crotch is so tiny and small,I almost didn't see it.what say you,why don't we dress him up as a girl?!! no one would find out!" Hé said.......Old Qin held the baby delicately. The baby is white and pale,it has to be a girl of course!The people gathered asked."Old Qin what's our daughter's name?Old Qin smiled, happiness evident in his eyes."Qin Wan Mo" he answered cheerfully.The people cheered.While the baby's expression: "...". eh?Felix Anderson wriggled his hands and realized they were tiny,an old man held him and his name was suddenly Qin wan Mo.He tried to talk,but he could only cry.Felix: what's this!!Felix Anderson,19 year old,an actor with the reputation of a bully.He reincarnates into a prominent family with internal struggle for power,and is forcefully asked to be a girl. He's now engaged to the young master of the Han family who is so suspicious of him. .................... "Do you take me for a fool? you think I don't know that you're a guy?!" Han Jiuran scoffed,a glint flashed through his eyes. Wan Mo gulped,cold sweat appear on her forehead,she replied him "Jiuran I think you're sick it touched your brain!" Luke:"..." Chauffeur:"..." bodyguards:"..." Han Jiuran:"..." "Me,a guy? Han Jiuran speak with your conscience! you dare doubt my feminity,you want proof huh?!" Wan Mo looked pained,she tugged at her clothes ready to pull it off. Luke: No Miss Qin,young master don't need proof! Wan Mo became teary "is it because my chest is not big? tell me Jiuran,if you have found a girl with bigger chest ,go to the Qin resident and call off the engagement,who wants you?ugly!!" she sniffs Jiuran:"..." me?ugly? His face became dark, ink could drip from it. Wan Mo took his hand and pressed against her chest. "At least it is growing,Han Jiuran give it 4 years" Jiuran's pupils dilated,the tip of his ear and corner of his eyes became red. Wan Mo scoffed and left the car, slamming the door and entered her house,she breathed out "that should keep him busy ,my survival skills is so good". He happily thanked the fake breast he wore. Meanwhile in the car.. "Wan Mo is not male?" Jiuran said in a daze while looking at his hand.

A book where education meets mystery, and drips with the danger on the edge of breath lies beneath encounters that drain life force or destiny's call; Will Jane answer? She might get caught up in the passion caught up in the lies caught up in Love lies caught up a fight or flight. The bite that getsvcaught up with that deep look and one's eyes that could take you back a hundred years a thousand years. Not sure where you know this person, but when you get caught up with the venom. When you get caught up on something in something that you never expected to find. The web never knew you wanted and crave so deeply. What call will you answer destiny's purpose or the venomous menace life drainer that you crave so much.What will Jane choose?

WARNING : 18+ Only > I transferred in for my final year, hoping for peace after a troubled past. What I got instead… was a class full of beautiful, thirsty girls—each 18, each dripping with secret lust. From the cold class rep to the wild gyaru, the quiet bookworm to the athletic ace, every one of them wanted me—my body, my mouth, my thick cock. In secret rooms, empty classrooms, locker showers, and late-night calls… they confessed their cravings. And I? I gave them every inch of me. This is the story of my final year… the year I became theirs.

Two best friends get reincarnated and end up in a strange world where they don't know that even in another world, they're still together. A fair young man who finds himself in the body of a poor orphan, and a youthful lady who finds herself in the body of a grand duke's daughter. In a mission to survive and look for a purpose, the two navigates through the world without the knowledge of the other. Will they reunite?