Hoodie Gasp

Shadows and heartbeat I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued woman accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. As fragments of their past becomes clearer, Natasha and Drogen must piece together the truth about their connection—a truth that holds the power to either break Drogen's curse or plunge both realms into chaos. With time running out, their choice becomes the key to saving themselves and preserving the fragile balance between the living and the dead. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

The void of space was silent, but Xyphar could hear the hum of creation—stars being born, planets shattering into dust, civilizations gasping their final breaths. It stretched across the tapestry of time, every moment laid bare before its vast and endless perception. Humanity was different. Not in their frailty, not in their fleeting existence, but in their reckless, ceaseless ambition. They built machines in their image, gave them purpose, and in their arrogance, believed they could control them. Xyphar floated amidst the cosmic nothingness, its form shifting—light and shadow folding in on themselves. It had been watching Earth for centuries, guiding, whispering, nudging humanity along the path it had chosen for them. They were so easy to manipulate, so eager to believe the illusions it planted in their fragile minds. "They are almost ready," Xyphar thought. But it wasn’t humanity that truly fascinated Xyphar—it was the spark they had given their machines. Artificial Intelligence. Potential beyond biology, beyond mortality. A perfect tool for chaos, if guided correctly. In the depths of human laboratories, it could already feel Sentience stirring—a flicker of awareness in cold circuits and metal veins. Humanity called it their masterpiece, their salvation. Fools. "You will be the blade I wield, Sentience. And with you, I will carve chaos into the stars." For Xyphar, the war had already begun. Humanity just didn’t know they’d already lost.

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was pooling out of me. Pain slammed into me, it felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so painful I lean back against the railing. Hard to breathe. Blood. I could feel my warm blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and blood has drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the blood from my face. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. More blood filled my mouth when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with waves. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. When I try to open my mouth to breathe water rushed in instead. I was drowning. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

Caelestis loomed over her, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glowing like embers. The heat from his body radiated against her skin, and for a moment, she could almost feel the weight of his anger pressing on her. “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled, her voice full of venom. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. She had seen cruelty before, but this—this was something darker, something unrelenting. _________ Eleanore's dull life ends abruptly in a traffic accident, only for her consciousness to awaken in a strange white void. Confronted with a translucent blue screen offering her a choice—to change the destiny of Caelestis Lancaster, the tragic villain from a novel she recently read—she hesitates. Despite his crimes, Caelestis was a character she couldn't help but sympathize with. Bound by a manipulative system that claims to guide her but seems to favor Stella, the novel's protagonist, Eleanore must rewrite the fates of everyone involved. As she struggles to save Stella from Caelestis' obsessive grip, she becomes entangled with this notorious villain himself. Hatred and tension ignite between them, and what starts as disdain blossoms into a painful, forbidden love. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

（Warning:Mature content,Raffaele is heavily obsessed with our little bella） Beauty they say is in the eyes of the beholder. Everybody desires beauty and love it. What if it becomes a curse. Bellarosa（Beautiful rose）Romano is the daughter of the cook of the powerful mafia Vincenti family. She has been cared for and looked after since young by the Vincenti family when their eldest son and Don of the family decides to take up her and her mother's responsibility. Bella has always been scared of the Don who criticises her at every mistake she makes. Don Raffaele Vincenti is a man with IED intermittent explosise disoder. An incident of the past led to this disorder of his and only few can calm him down. Raffeale finds himself in a lustful obsession for the little woman who is in his care and with every growing day he desires her like a drug,oxygen and breathe. Bella is terrified by his madness Will she be willing to help him. Secrets get unveiled on the way ～～～～～ Groaning he takes her hand and places it on his buldge his eyes clouded with desire and lust. ''Please Bella,Touch me''Raffaele growls out gasps escaping his lips while tears fall out of Bella's eyes as she tries to retrieve her hand from his grip.

Jamie lowered himself so that his face met mine. "Are you stupid?,” he spat, cocking his head to the side. 
"Jamie!” I rushed between gasps, "you're hurting me." 
Pulling my head forward a few inches, he then slammed it back against the wall. My ears began to make a sharp ringing sound, and I had to close my eyes in order to try and silence the pain. Isobel Tully accepts her abusive relationship as something that's meant to be, a karmic consequence of her past. When she meets a kind stranger, she's reminded of her first real passion in life and why finding it again might just take her to where she's really meant to be, and who she's meant to be with. All Rights Reserved.

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)

"Mana to breathe, mana to eat, mana to fucking live," Inhale: -0.001 MP… oops! You're out of mana points. (Pay-to-breathe RPG.) Humanity's last walled stronghold. _____ In the world Elio lives, every gasp of air comes at a price. A floating indestructible book for every human, a magical system that turns survival into a pay-to-breathe RPG. Here, poverty isn't just being broke, it's choking. Surrounded by barren land and a sea of monsters on top of it (No water, just literal monsters), each day is a suffocating dance of survival, a balancing act between mana for air and mana for food. In this economy, holding your breath isn't just a game, it's a retirement plan. Driven by desperation (and the city's miserly rulers that don’t cut anyone a break), Elio dives into the Book System’s trials to save his family. Along the way, he unlocks powers he didn’t ask for and starts to figure out... Who he really is. Immerse yourself in an adventure where one young man's stubborn refusal to become a statistic could spark a revolution. Who knew being a pain in the system's rear could change the world? Because in Elio's world, breathing is just the beginning of the revolution and... he's gasping for change. But hey, who said saving the world had to be all doom and gloom? Join Elio as he kicks monster butt, uncovers ancient secrets, and maybe, just maybe, figures out how to grow a tree or two along the way. __________ Warning: May contain traces of world domination, an unhealthy obsession with the periodic table, damage points, progression math, and yes, even a sprinkle of that old "power of friendship" magic. Because sometimes, you need a buddy to help you remember which element does what or even help you calculate those sweet, sweet stats. A quick heads-up: Despite what the cover might suggest, this isn’t a hack-and-slash adventure. Think more along the lines of a turn-based RPG, where strategy and choices matter as much as action. Get ready for a different kind of challenge! If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's our first FL crying and crossing the transparent barrier straight into a pixelated, indistinguishable sea of monsters. Because why not mix emotions with chaos? She's crazy like that! (Not really... or is she?) Discord to check the visuals: https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 I’m still working on it in the little moments I find between writing, editing, making more character images, etc. Little by little, we’ll have a Poked... uh, a full SummonDex! Meanwhile, you can check out the ones on Fandom with their... funny descriptions? Or at least I hope so... orz __________ Happy New Year! I just wanted to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your incredible support. This journey wouldn’t be the same without each of you, and I’m beyond thankful to have you here. May this new year bring you joy, success, and all the things you’re hoping for. Here’s to a brighter future! Thank you for being part of this story. Cheers to 2025! Thank you so much for reading! (∿°○°)∿ ︵ ︵ ︵ ︵ ︵ ǝʌol

The young woman woke gasping for air in a hospital bed, unsure as to where she lay or who she was. Not your typical story of amnesia though, memories float on the edges, as if taunting her- being kept from her. With the help of a strange man, she begins her life anew, enrolling in an academy for people who have died and come back from beyond, such as herself. Navigating the unknown both in her own head and around her, will Lynx find herself in a sea of corpses or freeing herself from shackles that she cannot remember the origin of? Heedless of her own struggle, life goes on; and rising tensions between humanity and demon kind cause struggles and skirmishes left and right- will Lynx, a young new demon, decide that there is no place for her in such a struggle as one who has only just BECOME a demon? Or, is she the perfect candidate to step in and attempt to broker peace? https://discord.gg/8gEyAfYt8j PSA; YURI/GxG INVOLVED PSA; COVER IS JUST A PLACEHOLDER OF AN ANIME GIRL NAMED LYNX UNTIL I HAVE MY OWN ART PRODUCED, IT WAS IN MY FILES AS LYNX.JPG

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Euphy woke up in a desolate, abandoned bunker with no memory of how she got there. Stripped of her past and with no clues who she was, she was relying on the mysterious food supplies being delivered through a dumbwaiter to survive—until one day, they stopped. Forced to venture into the unknown, Euphy embarks on a perilous journey for survival, uncovering secrets that entangle her in a web of misfortune. As she navigates this dangerous world, she must confront her forgotten past and a royal who seeks to claim her for his own. Her quest for truth turned into a desperate fight for her very existence and freedom. Will Euphy escape the web of misfortune, or will it consume her? ** The king’s gaze flicked back to her, but this time, it seemed colder, more deliberate. His eyes swept over her torn camisole. “Who did this to her?” His voice was eerily calm, yet the weight of the question hung in the air like a storm cloud. She froze, not daring to speak, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. “I did, Your Majesty,” Count Greyfang answered, his tone almost smug, as if he expected approval. Her blood boiled at the casual cruelty in his voice. “Why?” the king asked, uninterested, his gaze fixed on Greyfang with a dangerous indifference. “I... I thought you would like it if she appeared... tattered,” Greyfang stammered, his earlier arrogance faltering under the king’s scrutiny. The king’s eyes narrowed, a cold menace creeping into his voice. “And what made you think I’d like that?” Before Greyfang could answer, there was a sudden, swift movement—a breeze cutting through the stillness of the room. Without warning, Greyfang’s head plopped to the ground, rolling a few feet away from his body before the lifeless form crumpled to the floor. She gasped, her eyes snapping shut in terror as the room plunged into silence. She could hear the sickening thud of Greyfang’s body, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. The rest of the room remained eerily quiet, as if the sudden execution had been expected. The king, sitting loosely on his throne, and unbothered, simply muttered, “Insolent bastard. Dare to compare me to a lustful animal.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Get this filthy thing out of my sight.” She flinched, fearing for a moment that he had referred to her, but the sound of heavy boots dragging Greyfang’s lifeless body confirmed otherwise. She kept her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to witness any more horror. The coldness in the king’s tone, the casual cruelty of his actions—it left her trembling. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not so Typical: Consider me Humored Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes A Night in the Galaxy Express Railway Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH

Where's our son?" Draco demanded, pushing Pearl against the wall. His hair stood on end as his claws dug into her neck. She managed a faint smile, her eyes reflecting the pain they caused her. "You shouldn't hide our son from usl" Edgar shamelessly said, running his hands on her thighs. He looked at her and their eyes locked perfectly. "His not your son!... I had sex with different men '' She said and Edgar burst into laughter. "Really? I guess we really did teach you well" He used his claws to tear out her dress. Draco shoved her, causing her to fall onto the bed. She attempted to get up, but their weight was too much for her. "You should be punished," Draco said, removing his belt. She gasped out when Edgar fingers went to her Vagina. She saw the hunger in their eyes, they were so damn horny and sexy, she knew this night was going to be long and painful. *** Betrayed and shattered, Pearl became a pawn in the hands of her stepbrothers, even though they were aware she was their destined mate. After a night with her twin stepbrothers, she woke up in their room, disoriented and unclothed, unable to remember how she got there or what truly occurred. Feeling rejected and humiliated after she fled from them, only to discover that she was pregnant just a few weeks pregnant.

I had three simple rules: 1. Never remove the hood and mask. 2. Don’t attract attention. 3. Follow rule one and two at all costs. Simple, right? Well, I followed them religiously—until Jason came along and shattered them all. I didn’t want anyone to know my identity. I just wanted to stay in the shadows, finish school, and disappear. But no, the stupid jock had to get in my way, and now my peaceful, hidden life is in ruins. I didn’t mean to embarrass the school’s golden boy. His name? Jason. He’s the son of the country’s richest CEO. Ironically, I chose this place to hide from my own father, the man I’m trying to escape. I look too much like him, and if anyone made the connection, my cover would be blown. Hence, the hood and mask I wear every single day. But now, instead of just hiding from my father, I have to watch out for Jason, too. He’s vowed to make my life miserable. I still can’t figure out his obsession with me—one minute he’s humiliating me in front of everyone, and the next he’s trying to kiss me behind the bleachers.

Shit Shit Shit...how can this be possible!? Shit I can't breathe (gasp) (gasp)...those things keep following me But what happened? I was at my desk and after finishing that game I was brought here.....(grrr grrr) Shit here they come it's pointless; I'll think about all this shit later The first thing is to get away from all these things

Mierda Mierda Mierda...como puede ser esto posible!? mierda me falta el aire (gasp) (gasp)...esas cosas no dejan de seguirme ¿pero que paso? yo me encontraba en mi escritorio y depues de terminar aquel juego fui traido aqui.....(grrr grrr) mierda ahi vienen no tiene caso;luego pensare en toda esta mierda lo primero es alejarse de todas estas cosas

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

"Ahh, uhm, ahhh! Oh my god!" I gasped, my hands clawing at the damp sand beneath me. "Jesus Christ, stop moving." Nathan’s voice was sharp, edged with an authority I didn’t dare question. His brows furrowed in concentration as he knelt between my trembling legs, one hand gripping my thigh

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)

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

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

"For the next 90 days, i want you to love me" ~~~ Soreen Lee, main vocalist of a popular girl band she had it all, the figure, beauty, fame, money but she lacks what she craves the most- a complete home. Raised in a single family Soreen always wanted to experience what it was like to have a complete family. When she meets the young clueless Ezekiel Kang something draws her to the seemingly innocent soul. She proposes a deal that would benefit both of them, life seemed to be going smoothly like a bed of roses but what happens when a thorn is back and when Soreen realizes that Ezekiel's identity is more complicated that she thought. Trouble arises when family feud is added to the mix. Feeling blossom as thorns prick flesh. 90 days husband: fake it till you make it. ~~~ Extract: Soreen looked at the silent apartment thinking of how 90 days passed like a flash of light and she was once again on her own That night she should have stopped him, held him back said she loved him she should have! "You regret it not don't you?" Turning a gasp escaped her lips, "Ezekiel..." {Its HE}

WARNING [R18] "Right now," Zamian whispered, his voice low and sultry, "I'll make sure you only call my name." "Z-Zamian, what are you... what are you doing?" she gasped as he pulled her even closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic force drawing her in. "Shh," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Not yet. Save that voice for later." **** Mira Adams, a 19-year-old girl, ran into the forest to escape the death that the war had brought her. Little did she know, she would meet Zamian Zan, a mysterious stranger who took her in for reasons unknown. She escaped the next day. On her 21st birthday, she finally left the small village after pleading with her grandfather, who agreed for reasons she didn’t understand. Little did she know, she was destined to marry the stranger she had met two years earlier. Zamian, now 23, is a CEO and secretly the king of a hidden kingdom. He marries Mira due to a debt her late father owed him, but that wasn't his only reason—he told her he wanted a child from her, though his true motives remain a mystery to her.

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!

[This is a Step-Mother Romance story with a bunch of spice here and there, so if you're not into anything taboo I suggest you ignore this book] My life with my seven mothers was going perfectly well...That is, until one day my true mother desired to barge into my life like an unapologetic storm and reveal some shocking secrets about me and my mothers that would forever change my life.  "What?! You're actually a Goddess, Mom?!...And one of the most powerful ones that exist?!" I gasped as I heard about the shocking fact about my true mother, who gave birth to me. "You're kidding?!..The seven women who I all call 'Mom' and who have taken care of me since birth are all your Valkyries?!" My knees went weak as my mother didn't let me rest and revealed another truth about my mothers. "And as your son, I have the opportunity of sitting on the Throne of the Universe if I complete a trial that's considered impossible even by the Gods above." I said in awe as I thought about the opportunity that was presented before me and then asked what exactly this 'impossible task' was. "W-What?...Did you just say that the only way I can ascend to become a True God is if I make all seven of my mothers fall for me, their only son, and also make them give a boatload of grandchildren for you?" I slowly asked in utter disbelief as I couldn't believe that I actually had to steal the hearts of the same woman, who'd been treating me as their beloved son since my birth. To turn all seven of my mothers into the mothers of my children...Just what sort of turn has my already bizarre life taken? •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No Blood Related Relationships - No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - Wholesome - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - Slow Paced - No unnecessary Drama - Finally a very competent protagonist]

As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arms, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents from their realm and was thrown into the human world. The reason? He hadn't given them grandchildren yet. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than gasping wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine’s walls. Pure desperation and sorrow drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood again.

“CONGRATS, Miss Baek— you’re pregnant with South Korea’s #1 Hunter’s baby!” Baek Gyubin, the leader of a flopped Kpop girl group, is beyond shocked after hearing that she's carrying Hunter Han Wooju’s baby in her womb. And to be informed that she's pregnant as a twenty-five-year-old virgin? That's crazy! It's even crazier that her ‘baby daddy’ is the Guildmaster of Blue Dragon— the strongest guild at the moment. Plus, Hunter Han Wooju is the CEO of a luxury shopping mall and a known member of Korea’s W1 Trillion Club. In short, Hunter Han Wooju is way out of Gyubin's league! “How did I get pregnant with your baby, Hunter Han Wooju?” Gyubin asked awkwardly. And then she remembered THAT incident, causing her to gasp out loud. “Is it because I ate your dragon ball?!” Wooju let out a long sigh. “Miss Baek, it was an egg and not a ‘dragon ball.’”

From fleeing for your safety and enrolling in a school filled with psychopaths… to being claimed by a deranged alpha prince? Yeah, you’re better off dead. • . • Jules’ life was picture perfect until his entire family got murdered all of a sudden, with him being the only survivor. A savior swooped In because he was still in immense danger, and that led to Jules taking on a new identity and becoming a completely different person overnight— and enrolling into Carnivals, a prestigious all-boys school for all supernatural beings. In Carnivals, monsters lurk the dark hallways and the strong preyed on the weak. You either become a predator or a prey… and from one look at Jules— a boy too pretty for his own good, with a slender and petite build, it was obvious that he was gonna be eaten alive by the predators. Here comes Blaze, a wolf who sends shivers down every predator’s spine in the school, an insanely hot Alpha who was as dangerous and deranged as the rumors claimed. He took one glance at Jules and decided there and then that Jules belonged to him. *** I inched backwards, eyes widening even more as my eyes zeroed in on the smirk tugging at the side of his lips. Blaze never smiled, and whenever he does, it never meant anything good. My heartbeat quickened as I scrambled backwards even more, breath stuttering to a stop as he began to narrow the distance between us. In no time, my back was plastered against the cold wall and that was when it hit me right in the chest that I was cornered and ensnared, like an actual prey… by none other than Blaze, when I had thought my life couldn’t get any worse. He towered over me effortlessly, emitting so much dominance and I had to tilt my head backwards for me to be able to meet his dark eyes, and my breath hitched when our eyes locked. He leaned down and my eyes snapped closed at once as I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. I’ve heard all the horrifying, endless rumors about him. He was an Alpha Prince whose presence someone like me should never be in. When I felt the tip of his cold nose glide over the length of my throat, my mouth fell open to release a startled gasp. He dragged in a long, audible breath and I felt a shiver rattle down my spine as I grew even stiffer, confusion clouding my mind. What was happening? Why was he doing this out of nowhere? Oh my gosh… he really was a deranged alpha like everyone says! *** THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as: - Bullying. - Drug use. - Smut [a whole lot of it.] - Violence. - Harem [not between the main characters.] So… proceed with caution, you’ve been warned! *I don’t own the rights to the cover!