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Katsuo Bushi

A Spellbinding Tale: Clary And Leandre’s Timeless Love Saga

°°Mature content°° An Archer by passion! When she wields her bow, she is a hunter, seeking no good game. A student by profession. When she walks through the university gates, students run away from her, for there is no one like Clary who seeks trouble. One fine night, drunk on potent and fuelled by her rebellious spirit, Clary raised her glass as a toast to the sky and released brazen curses against none other than the King of the Gods himself, Zeus, for his lust over women until she passed out of exhaustion.  The result: thunders and lightning strike in the sky for the entire night!  The next thing Clary knew, she was thrown into the mysterious Zeus university in Nocturnal Heights. The pesky Lord's hands were tied to punish her with his thunderbolt, so he sent her to his abode to torture her. .......... Leandre, a man whose power commanded fear with looks that rivalled Adonis and a body that boasted Spartan Warrior. He was not a man to be trifled with, for no one dared offend him, and no one came close to capturing his attention until he unexpectedly crossed paths with Clary. His first meeting with her was a blast, the second was a disaster, and the third, he doesn't need to describe. He expected no less from the troublemaker. By a twist of fate, he was assigned an important mission to tackle where the notorious trouble seeker was sent to pay for her sins.  A baby is born from a mother's womb with a white coating called Vernix Caseosa, a protective shield that guards the infant. But Leandre came out of the sacred depth of his mother's womb with an extra asset. A golden half-wing. A symbol of his incompleteness, and his heart burned with a fierce desire to find the missing piece that would make him whole. But as he searched, he found himself torn between two paths. Would he bind himself to his destiny and the other half of his wing when he found her? Or would he follow the beat of his own heart, which had already been captured by a certain troublemaker?  ........ When a looming threat has been waiting for Clary in the form of a certain Werewolf called Lycaon, cursed by the divine wrath of the sky God, the chaos will ignite again. Challenges will brew. Wars break down. Will Leandre be able to protect his beloved girl, or will the forces of destiny tear them apart forever? In this spellbinding tale of Clary and Leandre's timeless love saga, their love will be put to the ultimate test. After all, what is a love story without turmoil? ... Holding his gaze steady on Clary, Leandre crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. ''My dear Clary Sage essential oil_.'' ''Hold up there, Lavender!'' Clary interrupted. ''It's Clary for you_'' ''Lavender again!''  Clary's breath hitched in her throat as Leandre's strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close. ''What's my name? Tell me...'' His voice was hoarse and low as he leaned closer, sinking his teeth into her soft lobe. The slow, painless nip sent jitters down her spine. ''Leandre! If you seduce me another time, I swear on the bushy beard of Zeus_ Lightning flashed. Thunder roared from the sky. ''Your frenemy showed up in time,'' Leandre whispered, suppressing his smile upon seeing her frantic eyes. Clary furiously gazed up, her blazing eyes fixed on the sky. ''It's just your beard! Don't you have any work other than poking your nose into my private business?" More thunder in the sky!  .... It is a blend of Greek mythology and the modern world. My other book: The Devil's Sweetheart. IG: Ansly_ylsna Discord: https://discord.gg/p4AWrb9
ainsley · 142K Views

Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

[Food + Farming + Natural Disasters + Infrastructure + Systems + Multi-dimensionality + Romance] Cheng Xi, who has a fortune worth hundreds of millions and has spent his whole life reaching the pinnacle of his life, traveled through time before he could lie down. The family has no food, the genius husband is ill in bed, and his career is in ruins. No worries, she has space in a villa and is determined to live a life of enjoying delicious food. ...Wait a minute, is there something wrong with my young husband's aura? * Shen Xingluo used his broken body to play chess in the world in his previous life. He used his unparalleled ingenuity to gain confidants and arouse the fear of many parties. Once he was hit by an epidemic from the sky and reborn as a young boy, he was about to face a snowstorm that had never happened in a century. There was also a plane merchant system in his mind that was urging him to repay his debt every day. ......Um? Why is his little wife, who died young, still there? * One sentence synopsis: This is a story about a Juan King meeting a Juan King in a battle of wits and courage, and then discovering that he cannot kill the opponent and is determined to kill everyone (bushi). Food guide: 1. The heroine fights against the sky, the earth, the air, the male protagonist is uncertain about the weather, and he is not a good person even if he is sick or weak; 2. Mainly based on ancient food infrastructure, supplemented by multi-dimensional leveling; 3. Involving positions Areas: apocalyptic, martial arts, modern, interstellar, cultivating immortals, etc.
Line_Huang · 100K Views

Chrysalis: Destiny Foiled

Akari (previously known as Erika) is a skilled cybernetic warrior who has lived many lives. But in her current incarnation, she has lost her memories of her past selves and her loved ones. That is, until one day, after the Sky City's greatest catastrophe, a vivid dream takes her back to the old ruins of Japan, where she remembers her true identity and her mission. She was once a bushi, a samurai warrior, who made a solemn oath to protect her younger brother, Genichiro, with her life. However, during a fierce battle against a rival clan and the inevitable constructs of time itself, She was separated from Genichiro and was taken into the military's custody to be part of the Project Chrysalis. As she awakened from a long dream that her system has prevented her from waking up, she was devastated by her loss, she left what was left of Sky City and became a wandering swordswoman, hoping to find the meaning in her life. As Akari travels through the treacherous landscapes and to the old ruins of feudal Japan, she confronts her own demons and battles her way through numerous obstacles. With her sword skills and her unwavering determination, she fights her way to the ruins to find Genichiro as she soon learns that he is the Ascended Shogun driven with madness that was fueled by his dreams and instincts to eliminate Akari as she became a threat to Genichiro's pure ascension. Driven by her oath and her love for her brother, she sets out on a perilous journey to wake him from his dream, even though it means facing him, and defying destiny herself. "Chrysalis: Destiny Foiled" is a post-apocalyptic tale, enunciating loyalty, love, and the driving power of the human spirit to defy against destiny, set against the backdrop of the ruins of the old Japan.
seller143 · 10.3K Views

THE UNWILLING

Everything was normal for Fred until the old man showed up. Fred was a fine lad with his dark brown hair, fair complexion and dark eyes. He was also a serf by occupation and title, and that left him with little other choice but to labor on Lord Damskov's estate. Fred hadn't been born a serf, though. He was a freedman until his parents died when he was ten, and they left their debt to the lord unpaid. By law he was forced into the servitude of the debt owner, and there he remained for several years. The first ten years of freedom had given him an independent streak, but he kept his mouth shut to keep the peace. Days slipped into weeks, and then months, and still he continued to live and work on his lord's manor. Now he was a young man of fifteen, and still chained to the estate. That is, until the old man came and wrecked his life. The day started out as many others had before it. The sun rose and he along with it, and Fred had trudged out into the plots assigned for him to manage. There were several acres of crops to weed and water, and after that work was done he could manage his own little plot of dirt used to grow his own food. If Fred left the supply of food up to his lord then he would have died of starvation. Beyond his fields stretched miles and miles of farmland that traveled over the rolling hills, interrupted only by sparse clumps of trees and bushes, and the occasional manor. A river ran close to the manor on which he lived and wound its way west toward a town he knew existed but had never seen. He didn't have any curiosity to see it, either; he was far too busy tending his small patches of rocks and weeds. Fred was just setting to work when the old man came walking close by on the wide dirt path that led from the main road to the manor house. The boy was interested in this stranger, for strangers were a rare sight. Even more rare was such a stranger as this, what with his ragged brown cloak draped over his shoulders. The ends dragged along the ground behind him and covered any footprints he left in the dust. There was also the white, unkept hair which trailed down over the old man's shoulders and draped over the front and back of the cloak. He had wisps of white hair over his head, but his eyes were well-covered by a pair of bushy gray eyebrows and he had a long, white beard that stretched down to his waist. The old man carried a staff in his hand, but though his pace was slow and feeble he didn't lean his weight against it. Fred was startled when the stranger lifted his head and turned those old eyes on him. They were a bright blue, brighter than the clear sky above them, and held an energy which wasn't seen in his step. The old man tottered over to Fred and looked the lad up and down. A small smile graced his mustached lips, and he nodded his head. "Can such a fine lad as yourself tell me where I might find the nearest town?" the old man asked him. Fred shook his head. "I haven't been farther from this manor than a mile, and the town is somewhere beyond that to the west." "Can you help me find it? I am old and haven't much strength to be wandering over all these winding roads," the stranger requested. "I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the manor without permission from my lord." Fred dared not disobey his lord's laws. The stranger pulled at his beard, and the smile remained on his lips. "I see. Well, I suppose you wouldn't want to disobey your lord for a short adventure."
Femirate · 67K Views

Not the rose she wanted

A girl who doesn't feel any emotion at all. She cannot cry, she cannot smile,she cannot laugh,she doesn't know what happiness is,she doesn't know what sadness is,the feeling of being alone,scared,depressed,the feeling of falling in love,having crush,liking someone,giving out compliments,the feeling of being cared for.She was deprived of human feelings and emotions ,she's just a living doll. "I'll cure her biizzinillah, I promise you that" he said with determination portraying in his surreal emerald green eyes. Follow us as Hameed help Asma discover different kind of feelings... |||~ The room was dark,the lights switched off,yet from the brightness coming from the windows as the sun rose from the east, Hameed closed the Muhsaf that he was reading as he raised his hands up praying and thanking Almighty Allah for His Mercy and Blessings,he rubbed his hands to his face as he glanced at the lean yet small figure laying across him "His Wife" smile adorned his handsome face,his eyes wrinkled slightly with delight as his hand ran over her clad hijab head. "Asma" His husky morning voice whispered her name beautifully. Such a long wait but bless full outcome he thought. Never would he ever be able to get over that fact. It was just so beautiful to be able to see her smile again, laugh till her hazel eyes adorned themselves with tears,look at him in the eyes with so much love and care. He looked at her peaceful sleeping face . Her long thick eyelashes cast a soft shadow onto her pale smooth cheeks,her bushy yet carved eyebrows raised slightly,her flawless straight nose perfectly proportioned by the Almighty Allah like every other aspect of her and rosy plump lips parted slightly taking in air and out . She was a diamond amongst dirt , his rose in the dessert and she was his wife. SubhanAllah!!. How did he get so damn lucky.
Eedahtea · 6.7K Views

Zephyr Wolves (I found my Luna)

Rose entered the big room after Luna Mirabel, not listening to what she was saying but looking for the most important thing she needed right now. She dragged her feet towards the king-sized bed, sank into the soft mattress and pillow that smelled masculine, chocolatey and relaxing. She didn't even struggle with sleep. The moment her lids met themselves, she was far gone. Mirabel chuckled at the tired figure of her soon to be daughter-in-law sprawled on her son's bed. Minutes after Mirabel left, Rose suddenly jerked awake, clutching her chest, feeling the tug pulling her...calling her somewhere. She swung out of bed, her legs dashing to the door feeling the urgency to be out of the room. Her body was no longer hers nor her senses, for the pull lead her into the elevator, pushed her into pressing the button, got her out to the last floor and out of the pack house. The pull lead her on, towards a row of houses on her right. At the end of the row stood a tall white building. She pushed its white doors open and walked briskly inside, feeling the pull push her towards a corridor and down to the last room on the left. Where heavy and loud grunts were coming from. The circle round her heart was vibrating. The particles floating round her heart, suddenly alive, dancing ready... And when she opened the door and saw the man grunting and struggling on the bed, the particles dove straight for her heart and latched into it, melting into it. Her legs pulled her to the body on the bed. His strong face contorted as if in pains, his muscles straining against his skin like a prisoner trying to break free from the chains binding him, his nostrils flaring and lips curling up as he grunted. She hated that he was like this. A sob escaped her mouth as she collapsed to the chair near his bed. At the moment, all Rose wanted was to touch this handsome man, fighting against whatever demons held him down. To help him. To soothe him. To take his pain away. A heavy warm feeling singed round the circle trapped round her heart. The circle exploded, disappearing into her heart. She felt a click in her heart and released a deep breath. The most handsome face she had ever seen. Full pink lips, bushy semi-arched brows, strong jaw. Black, soft hair and lashes. Slowly she reached out her hand and touched him, instantly feeling the sparks and tingles of the mate bond. She released a shaky smile and chuckled, noticing how his face relaxed at her touch. And she was glad that he did. "Who the hell are you!?" A female voice screamed from behind her. Alpha Jared Compton, of the Zephyr Pack, one of the wealthiest and strongest werewolf packs, known for their unique love for and dedication to their mates, was tired of being alone without his Luna. When she appears by his bedside, she's human with no knowledge of the supernatural world and a key factor for him to remain alpha of his pack and save the Zephyr Wolves Pack from an ancient enemy stuck on destroying their existence. All Rose wants is to attend college, get a job and help her father financially, not looking for love or a commitment. All of that changes when she dreams of a black wolf, gets sucked up into a supernatural world where she becomes a key element for the continuity of a werewolf pack and discover more about her own self, family and role as mate of the alpha of the pack. How will these two overcome all obstacles to be together? Hi, it's my first werewolf story. I hope you like it. Cheer me up with your comments and likes and gifts. Thanks. Also add to your collection together with my other story The Reckoning 1 (Ava's Lust). I Cover not mine. Just added the words.
FuriaJones · 6.1K Views
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