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Shen Feiwan and Fu Shiyan were forced into marriage because of one night of recklessness. Three years after their marriage, Shen Feiwan was treated like a third wheel. Until Fu Shiyan's old flame returned to town, Shen Feiwan announced that she could no longer tolerate this type of life. So while Fu Shiyan was fawning over his old flame, she "heartbrokenly" called in ten male models to join her for drinking and merriment. Somebody was not happy about this. He cornered her and said, "Shen Feiwan, are you behaving as though I were dead?" "What's the difference between living like a widow and being one?" "......" Indeed. Getting rid of the father to keep the child, isn't totally unacceptable! After the divorce, Shen Feiwan solely focused on her career and it took off. She had tens of millions of followers in her livestreams, became the top jewelry designer in the world, made so much money that her hand cramped up, and received so many awards that her hands began to shake. In a press interview, someone asked, "I heard your ex-husband is chasing after you all over the world to remarry you?" She replied calmly, "I've had my fortune read." "Is he not the one for you?" "He is affecting my financial luck." Fans: Let him go to hell! Fu Shiyan: ?

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

When God offers you three wishes, what would be your wish. When Ray Crown was browsing the internet on his free time, a sudden dialogue appeared on his monitor. Ray naturally thought it was an advertisement or a bug and pressed exit but there was no result. the screen dialogue was still there. Seeing that there was no immediate solution, he regrets using his office desktop for his entertainment. After thinking for a few seconds, ray helplessly started answering the quiz. After mental struggle btw cultivation and strong body which both are in golden color, he chooses strong body. Even if he chooses cultivation, in what age we are and how come we still talk about cultivation. As a responsible citizen and A+ grade student we should think practically. As for the second option there are options such as talisman master, alchemist, formation, wizard spell learning, spirit eye etc... he chose spirit eye. As for the last wish, Ray chose the only golden option 3) generate all kinds of currency and clicked submission. After few seconds of submission, the dialogue box closed, and he got control of his system back. Greeting the ancestor of the person who hacked his computer in various languages, he immediately resumed his work so he could leave to his house faster. As soon as he finished his work, ray packed his stuff and left to his home. On the way he bought his dinner and entered his house. After entering his house, he was shocked to find he was not in his house but in wild jungle and door he just entered has disappeared.

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

DISCLAIMER: This story is not owned by me. All rights belong to the original author and copyright holder. This copy is provided for offline reading purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and if the rightful owner requests removal, it will be taken down immediately. The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

The first time she married him, he blew her head off with a gun. The second time she married him, she became a woman with the intelligence of a 5-year-old. To survive, she decisively slapped down a divorce agreement to humiliate him severely, and then... was pinned against the corner of the wall. Shi Lingyan hooked her leg and squinted his eyes, "You think I can't recognize you just because you changed your face?" Thus, she was pressed into marrying him for the third time _(:3」∠)_ Mr. Shi said, "To love your wife is to pamper her as if she's intellectually disabled." Shi Mei: "I knock your mom!" - [Rebirth] Pretend Idiot VS Genuine Schemer

The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air – all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I... what?" "I said no. I'm not interested in whatever quest or destiny you're selling. Pick someone else." The goddess's perfect features creased in confusion. "But... but you've been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don't care about your prophecy. I've got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world's issues to the mix. Now un-freeze time and leave me alone." "You don't understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King's armies! Millions will die without—"

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

[Warning: R18+] When Hate turns into Love... and Vengeance turns into Passion... Will he choose to start over with her? ======= Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia. She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death! Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge! And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back. "Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!" The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed. With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature. No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??! ****** Excerpt: Nathan grabbed her by her neck. "Don't play tricks with me, Phantomflake." Nathan's cold voice reverberated inside the room, his eyes burning with rage. But Phantomflake just smirked at him, pressing her hands against his chest, her fingers teasing him. "You can't kill me, Nate. Just admit it. You've already fallen for me." With one swift move, Phantomflake pulled his shirt, closing their gaps as she crushed her lips against his lips. Surprisingly, Nathan just found himself responding to her. He lost! He couldn't resist her. ===== I owned the Book Cover (=";"=) Artist: Bea Cortez Join Author's server to get updates and announcements about the book. Discord link: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

Seeing her in someone else's arms, why did it feel like he had lost the entire world?``` He couldn't understand why he was acting like this. The unknown and indescribable amount of emotions welling up within threatened to rip his heart apart. Moomal! He called out to her but only silence replied to him. She finally removed her hand from the lock. Before Huzaifa could understand what was going on she suddenly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in a tight embrace. He was shocked by her sudden intimacy yet he subconsciously grabbed onto her waist and held her tighter to his body, their bodies were pressing against one another intensely that it seemed like they would melt into each another. "I hate that I love you so much..." Her soft words felt like a hammer to his heart, and the peace he had felt for two moments added to his distress even more. The pain he goes through. He still feels broken. Who will fix his cracks?

Lane Allen, an A-rank Guide, got injured on an emergency mission suppressing a dungeon break, and perished in his almost-lover’s arms. As the remaining members of his team continued to fight for their lives, in a fancy apartment in a distant part of the city, a young man opened his eyes. “Phew… That hurt like hell…” “It’s a bit of a shame to switch so soon… But I guess it is what it is.” “Anyway, who should I become next?” Actually, Lane Allen was not a Guide, but rather an Esper with a mysterious Plunder ability! It allowed him to possess other people’s bodies, and steal their awakened abilities. Keeping his real body safe, Lane could enjoy life to the fullest, constantly swapping identities, and doing whatever he wanted without ever worrying about the consequences! How great was that? Except… Damien Lennox grabbed Lane’s arm, and pressed him against the wall, his clear green eyes staring down at Lane intently, as if he could see right through him. “There’s no one else whose guidance feels so harsh and chaotic, yet pleasing at the same time.” It seems that Damien was somehow able to recognize Lane even after switching identities, and is unwilling to let him go? . . . Villainous protagonist who couldn’t care less (at least for now~) x Righteous love interest possessive of MC! Top x top :> #Guideverse #guide #esper

As she makes a move to get up from the big man's lap, she hears a groan and the weight on her hips increases as he presses her further on his huge bulge. "You are such a fu**ing tease Jasmine." he groans lowly in her ear. Being employed by the richest man in the World was not Jasmines definitely, but now she has to work all day under his strong gaze, and the more he looks at her the more she gets a crush on him To him she was just a baby till one night when he stumbled in on her in a towel, and after that she became the one thing he wanted but he wasn't sure he could get Contract marriage

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm. Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence ---------------------------- Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more! Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters… I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.

This book is the completed first book of the Drowned Flame Trilogy. Audra never asked for power, nor the sorrow that shadowed her every step. Forced to leave everything behind when her mother falls ill, she seeks normalcy in a new country, where love and belonging finally seem within reach. But fate has other plans. A mysterious force tears her from safety, thrusting her into a perilous struggle where survival means outlasting the relentless pursuit of those who would claim her for their own. As war looms and treachery festers, Prince Malik will stop at nothing to bring her home, even as his kingdom teeters on the brink of chaos. With her freedom slipping through her fingers and the weight of destiny pressing upon her, Audra must decide—will she fight for her fate, or be consumed by the tides of sorrow that threaten to pull her under?

+18 Warning Mature Content - Reader discretion advised A wolfless ward and an illegitimate dragon prince must overcome immeasurable barriers to free themselves from the stigma they have been placed under. Abandoned as a child Lily Artemis Wolfman was taken in by the Royal Family of the Wolf Clan only to be treated like a slave, working her mercilessly night and day. When her wolf didn't appear, Lily used her only avenue to free herself on the day she became an adult. Finding a mate was the last thing Dimitri De Drago` wanted since his family was hell-bent on killing him, but when he came across a strange female amid a massacred village his dragon stirred for the first time at the sight of her. Turning her away only to find her again caused sparks to fly between the two like they never knew was possible. Facing fatal issues within his Clan, finding his mate came with serious consequences. They knew trouble would follow if they stayed together, but their souls demanded each other risking it all for the chance at happiness. Will their love remain strong through the trials and tribulations they face or will tradition and their families stand in their way of true happiness?

Kyle Blade, the youngest Demon Hunter of the Golden Continent, was renowned as the nemesis of demons, and a protector of humanity. However, he was thrust onto a different path after being betrayed by the very humans he had sworn to defend. Resurrected from death, Kyle vowed to exact his revenge, and uncover the truth behind the age-old blood feud between demons and humans, the death of his family, and ultimately, bring everything to an end. Fully aware that his new path would draw the wrath of the humans, Elves and demons, Kyle pressed onward. For him, nothing was more important than his revenge... He will do whatever it takes, and watch the three huge kingdoms crumble before him. * * * I don't have much to say here, just... Check it out, maybe 10 chapters, and then decide. You can check out my other books: _ Solo leveling: I am the Only Supreme With the cheating system. _ Reborn with the all seeing eyes _ Return of the Supreme Beast tamer. _ Thanks for checking it out!

In the shadows of a world unraveling, she drew her last breath in the fifth year of the apocalypse. Yet, fate had other plans. As she opened her eyes, time bent, and she found herself transported back to two fateful months before the end of everything she knew. With the enigmatic Boss Lady System by her side, Tyla sensed the weight of destiny pressing down upon her. How would she navigate the looming darkness and the secrets yet to unfold? Meanwhile, deep in the stillness of the night, he awoke at 2 a.m., drenched in sweat, haunted by an ethereal figure—a faceless woman who prowled the depths of his nightmares. Each pulse of anguish echoed with a promise of vengeance. He could not rest until she was found; the blade he once gifted her now a curse that bound them together. As shadows whispered around him, he vowed she would pay for the betrayal that plunged him into this relentless quest.

"How I talk to my employees is not and shouldn't be your business." He started taking slow steps towards me while I kept moving back till my back touched the wall. There's no escape anymore. He pressed his palms on the wall, caging me in. I inhaled his intoxicating scent not wanting to meet his eyes. He slowly leaned in as I could feel his musky breath in my ear. "You defy me so much that I want to hurt you." With that he disappeared. The only evidence that showed he was here was just the sound of the closing 'Love? A mere word or feeling that makes us do weird and dumb things. I didn't want to love him. I didn't want to want him. I didn't want anything to do with him but the heart wants what it wants. He was my worst nightmare and at the same time my solace. He was my enemy and at the same time my friend. I hated him the most but at the same time I loved him the most!' ______________ Ivory Addams, a young waitress, is thrust into a dangerous world when she's kidnapped by a Mafia king who believes she holds the key to saving his son's life. As she navigates her new reality, she's faced with an impossible choice - marry a Mafia Prince or risk losing everything she holds dear. As she uncovers dark secrets and fights for her independence, she becomes entangled in a deadly game of power, love, and survival. Can she navigate this treacherous world and protect herself from becoming a pawn in their dangerous games?

Book 1: Crown of Vengeance "Blood cannot be washed away, and vengeance burns brighter than any flame." Selene Draven was once the most feared assassin in the Ironclad Kingdom, a master of shadows who answered only to the king’s command. But when her family is butchered, and she’s framed for their murder, her world crumbles. Imprisoned in Ironkeep, a fortress designed to break even the strongest, Selene is offered a dangerous bargain: infiltrate the Frostveil Court of the enigmatic King Caelan Veyrannis and uncover his secrets. Thrown into a deadly game of politics, power, and betrayal, Selene must navigate a world of hate while hiding her true nature, one that could change the balance of power in all Aeloria. But as tensions rise between the kingdoms, Selene finds herself drawn to two men who threaten to unravel everything she’s fought for: the cunning Prince Kade Blackthorn, who wields charm like a blade, and the cold yet compelling King of the North, who sees far more than he should. Betrayal is inevitable. Love is dangerous. And vengeance...vengeance is everything. Excerpt: Selene's hand ran down his abdomen, he cocked his head to the right, "Are you here to kill me or seduce me?" "How about both? I mean...a girl do have needs." she bit her lips leaning close enough, their lips were just inches apart. Her other hand moved in a flash, pressing a blade against his inner thigh, just inches from his manhood. He tensed, but the grin on his lips didn’t falter. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Selene, careful where you aim that thing.” “Careful?” she echoed, “You’re the one who’s unarmed, Your Majesty. Maybe you should be the careful one.”

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.

Following the betrayal of her uncle Amunak, Alea, Sorian, and Cillian find themselves in the depths of a winding slot canyon as a gargantuan thunderstorm approaches. The walls press in on both sides, and they will have to find a way out of their shackles and through the labyrinthine tunnel network before the rushing waters sweep them into the deep earth. This is a short piece of a scene that takes place in the middle of my planned novel. As such, I don't expect you to know the characters or events that led up to this, nor do I explain them. But it is easy to follow just the scene. ~2.2k words

Three brothers, each striving for their own dreams and goals, set out on a journey that will test the strength of their bond. They become Knights, the first step on a path that will lead them to new challenges, unfamiliar faces, and difficult decisions. Along the way, they will meet others, face obstacles, lose some, and even get lost themselves. Their individual strengths are put to the test, each determined to reach their goals. But life is never that simple—abandonment and deceit lurk around every corner. Hidden motives and dark pasts resurface, threatening to tear them apart. Yet, despite it all, they continue to press forward, fueled by their dreams. In the face of betrayal and uncertainty, will their bond persist, or will they be defeated? Comrades are made, friendships are forged, and plans begin to take shape as they move forward. This is a journey of laughs, love, friendship, dark truths, and brotherhood. This is the Journey to Knights Fall.

Zombies appeared all over the world after the planet was subjected to a culture shift caused by an enigmatic mystery party. But out of this apocalypse those with 'powers' started to emerge, can civilization rebuild itself and prove that Science should remain the foundations of humanity or would another avenue be more successful in these trying times?

They call him Ling A’Xian, a hostage prince, a pawn in a war he never asked for. But that is not his name. Not truly. Han Ziyao-- a name whispered in the void, a past too distant to grasp… and a love that refuses to fade. In a world where fate is rewritten with every life he steps into, Han Ziyao has long abandoned the illusion of control. He transmigrates without warning, wakes in unfamiliar bodies, and plays whatever role the universe demands of him. But amidst shifting identities and fractured timelines, one thing remains constant—him. And the man who always finds him. Tonight, that man is the Crown Prince. And Ling A’Xian is pressed against a glazed partition, his breath unsteady as gloved fingers trace the curve of his jaw. “Running again, A’Xian?” The prince’s voice is velvet and steel, his golden eyes unreadable in the candlelight. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy being caught.” A’Xian exhales sharply, forcing a smirk despite the way heat surges within his stomach. “And I’m beginning to think you enjoy the chase.” The prince hums, his grip tightening just enough to make A’Xian’s pulse stutter. “Perhaps. But tell me…” He leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over A’Xian’s lips. “What will you do when there’s nowhere left to run?” A’Xian doesn’t answer. He can’t. Not when the prince’s gloved hand is slipping lower, not when the space between them is vanishing, not when he’s dangerously close to forgetting that this isn’t love—it’s obsession. And yet, as soft lips brush against his throat in a mythical promise, he wonders if, in this life, he’ll be the one to break first. Because some bonds, no matter how many lifetimes pass, are never meant to be severed.

Vivian wakes up with a new face, a penthouse view, and a burning desire for revenge. She's trapped in the life of Vivian Sterling, a socialite with secrets darker than her designer wardrobe. Enter Zhuang Yu, a stoic bodyguard who sees through her charade. Bound by a shared past they can't remember, they must unravel a web of deceit that stretches from Park Avenue to the slums of Colombia. Can they trust each other, or will their tangled history be their undoing?

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha was having a regular day at work until life threw a curveball—she meet and confronts Drogen, a grim reaper, in the garage, talk about tough luck. And just when things couldn’t get any worse… bam! a car crash. Dead? Yeah. But not for long. Drogen broke every grim reaper rule and brought her back to life, convinced she was the key to ending his curse. Now they’re bound by a blood pact, and things start getting weird. Natasha experiences flashes of a forgotten past—a past that’s somehow tied to Drogen. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist and she finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But here's the thing, these two were never supposed to meet again. 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.

 Steady beeps of a heart monitor.  The sterile scent of antiseptic.   The weight of my own weakness pressing down on me.  My body had failed me.  My time had run out. And yet… I still existed.  The pain of my body—gone.  The sterile scent of antiseptic—gone.  The weight of my own weakness—gone. No… it wasn’t gone. Rather, this time, it was replaced—not with weakness, but with something else.  Power. Not my own.  Something different. Something unknown. Something I had only just become aware of. But before I could comprehend it, I was already a target— under attack, with no choice but to defend myself.

I whimpered in pain. This is how it feels like to be cursed, right? That's me, Kaidaira Steele. Sold by mother, raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years! It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence! *** I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk. “Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!" "So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice. "I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood” *** Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be! After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat. There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who was in love with his own step sister, thus they strike a deal of the century. A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant! Cover is not mine. credit goes to the rightful owner

Alastor Von had everything a noble heir could ask for—wealth, prestige, and two loving parents who doted on him. Yet, beneath the grandeur of his life, an emptiness gnawed at him. He had no memories beyond the past few months, no recollection of childhood laughter or the warmth of family traditions. His parents told him it was due to an accident—one so severe it had erased his past completely. Still, doubts plagued him. The people of the kingdom whispered behind his back, questioning his legitimacy. Servants exchanged glances when they thought he wasn’t looking. And then there was his own reflection—too perfect, too unnatural. He looked nothing like his parents. The sharp contrast between their features and his made the rumors even harder to ignore. But Alastor refused to let uncertainty dictate his fate. He threw himself into training, learning everything he could about the world he was supposedly part of. His parents praised his intelligence, his refinement, his perseverance. And yet, none of that mattered when he stepped into the sacred chamber of Awakening. The moment had come to prove himself worthy of his lineage. Every noble child was granted a moment to shine, to awaken the power sleeping within their blood. Alastor took a deep breath, stepping forward into the sacred circle. The air crackled with energy, the weight of destiny pressing upon his chest. As the ritual began, the entire kingdom seemed to hold its breath, waiting to witness his ascension. Yet, deep in his heart, an unshakable unease took root, whispering that something was not as it seemed. And in that instant, everything changed.

To Corvina, half a century alive practicing magic and experimenting with ingredients in the vastness of the world was obvious; she was a Witch, after all, and it was her job to pioneer new avenues of magic and alchemy so that the rest of the world might enjoy a better life going forwards. Power came to her naturally, her fifty years of life having been devoted to acquiring it, and while she very much enjoyed the solitude of being a Witch, things change when someone interesting pops into her life all of a sudden. A weird, peculiar woman about half her age, saying things that don't make sense, doing things and acting in ways that seemed far too... practiced to simply be the mistakes that she claims they are; this woman caught Corvina's interest, especially since she was a hopeful woman with paltry skills in magic attempting to become a Witch. And yet where others found her to be merely a intriguing yet worthless prospect, Corvina saw something in her, something that she wasn't entirely aware would spark into something that would change her life forever. This is going to be a romance between a futanari (Corvina) and a woman, with quite a fair amount of smut eventually when everything has reached that point between them; there will be no PoV switches as I want to show everything from the older, more 'set' character compared to the fascinating and mysterious woman she meets. Fantasy, more about character interaction than action, slice of life between two interesting characters, and even more generic yet comforting chapters to read (hopefully) daily... If you like Futa on Female, Yuri, Fantasy and a good story, then please come on in and read~!