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Come Far Passare Succhiotto

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
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When Heart Went Far

In a world much like ours reshaped by an unknown supernatural phenomenon, a new and terrifying creature has emerged. These entities, born from the darkest pits of human desires and emotions, have turned the landscape into a twisted, nightmarish where the limits of sanity and monster blur. These monsters are not just monsters but are driven by the extreme manifestations of human emotions—desires left unfulfilled, fears unspoken, and heartaches unheeded. In the middle of this uproar, Akira finds himself in a harsh situation. Trapped in the hospital now overrun by these beings, Akira's goal is the safety of his young sister, who is frail and sickly. The hospital, once a place of healing, has become a place of terror where every corridor is not a place to stop. The walls echo with the cries of those who are mentally strong but were being hunted by those who lost to their heart's wants. Will Akira make it through? If he does, will his sister be safe too? What caused this mysterious supernatural event? What kind of creatures are they? Such questions will remain unanswered until it delves into the very heart of Akira's journey. Author: [Update Schedule: I don't have a set plan yet, as I need to focus on my studies. Ideally, I'd like to update three times a week, but due to my current busy schedule, I'm unable to commit to that frequency for now. I'll do my best to find time to write as soon as possible! But, I can't promise!] [If somebody asks! There is no incest! No harem!]
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NaelSupremium: Ascension of the Immortal Soul? Or Something Far Beyond

**Synopsis of *Nael Supremium: Ascension of the Immortal Soul? Or Something Far Beyond*** Nael Supremium is no hero. He is a monster, cold, calculating, and indifferent to the world around him. Born from chaos, raised in darkness, and molded by betrayal and violence, he walks a path where every step is meticulously planned, and every action is weighed against its consequence. He carries a soul so powerful that it threatens to consume him, forcing him to seal his consciousness in a desperate attempt to contain the beast within. Yet, despite the nightmare he houses, he does not let it wreak havoc on the innocent. He controls it, distances himself from relationships and conflict, seeking only to maintain balance, to remain distant and cold in a world that demands more. When a transcendental being offers every soul a chance to enter a new reality, Nael’s cold, indifferent life takes an unexpected turn. Thousands of reincarnated, transmigrated, and divine beings enter universes of cultivation and magic, each guided by their own powerful systems, all fighting for power and supremacy. Yet, Nael has no interest in their games. His only goal is to transcend his existence, to break the limits of his soul and reshape his reality. For Nael, there are no allegiances, no noble pursuits—only the calm, precise execution of every move he makes. His system, enigmatic and mysterious, rewards him when he breaks boundaries—whether physical, mental, or existential. It is not a tool for instant success, but a means of testing his limits, of pushing him toward something beyond what is even conceivable. Alongside his best friend, a cultivator with the Emotion System, Nael advances, his cold resolve unwavering. But there are things in this universe he despises: those who manipulate others through power and deceit, those who use systems like NTR and heroine conquest to feed their desires. When they dare to touch what Nael values—even if it’s only a sliver—he reacts without hesitation. Nael is not vengeful; he does not obsess over petty revenge. His anger is simple, primal. If you push him past a certain point, his wrath will consume everything in its path. In that moment, even the devil would seem like an angel by his side. His actions are swift and without mercy, his judgment as cold as the heart of the monster he carries within. In a universe where bodies, souls, and destinies span from the immortal to the primordial, where divine children, legendary treasures, and otherworldly forces battle for supremacy, Nael stands apart. He is not here for glory, not for fame, and certainly not for the adulation of the weak. His only ambition is to transcend reality itself, to break the walls of the Omniverse and rewrite the laws that govern existence. *Nael Supremium: Ascension of the Immortal Soul? Or Something Far Beyond!* is a story that will take you to the edge of darkness, where mystery, power, and redemption intertwine in a journey unlike any other. A man who is no hero, no savior, but a force of nature who moves through the world with cold calculation and ruthless precision. In a world governed by destiny and divine laws, Nael is the one who refuses to bend. His soul is his only master, and if you dare to push him too far, you will learn that even the devil’s wrath pales in comparison to what lies within him. What is stronger: the destiny that governs all, or the soul that refuses to be controlled? **Comment from the author, NaelSupremium:** *"This is not a tale of redemption or heroism. It’s the story of a man who is a monster by choice, who battles the demons within himself while keeping the world at arm's length. He doesn’t need a system to define him. His path is his own, and if you cross him, it’s your end. No mercy, no second chances—just cold, calculated vengeance."*
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