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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.

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

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.

Publisher is Hiroshima Office Press. A collection volumes of short stories in anthology about horror and acts of mysterious magic and serious mystery behind the plot our authors had brought us the entertainment to fool you in our scare craze.

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?.

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!

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

In the wake of war and betrayal, Yoname, a fierce warrior once cast aside by Benin, rises from the ashes to become a feared conqueror. After fleeing her homeland as a child, she forges her path through Aksum, climbing the ranks from soldier to ruler with ruthless cunning. Her marriage to Nehizena, the son of Benin’s former king, creates an empire that stretches across the vast desert. But when Nehizena is slain, Yoname vows to continue his conquest—not out of love, but to cement her own dominance. Meanwhile, Queen Nosaze of Benin struggles to maintain her rule as the shadows of her past and the weight of war press heavily upon her. When Yoname storms Afuria, leaving ruin in her wake, Nosaze must make a choice: surrender to Yoname’s growing power or fight to the bitter end. As tensions rise, King Sonni of Gao, once Nosaze’s ally and lover, is drawn back into the conflict, forced to choose between aiding his former queen or protecting his kingdom from the coming storm. Old alliances fracture, battle lines are drawn, and the fate of the West hangs in the balance as armies clash in a brutal war of ambition, revenge, and survival. In the heart of the chaos, warriors will rise, legends will be forged, and the echoes of war will shape the future of their kingdoms forever.

"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.

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—"

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.

# HAPPYENDING # TWOWAYCRUSH # SCUM-TORTURING Jiang Yaoyao’s boyfriend suddenly cheated on her, and the mistress was her nemesis of many years! After teaching those scumbags a lesson, the young lady of the Jiang family declared publicly, “Since she screwed me over, I’ll screw her brother!” Half an hour later, under the dim light of a bar corridor, a handsome man with an indifferent look on his face narrowed his eyes. He let out a puff of smoke and said in a low, alluring voice, “I heard you wanted to screw me?” Jiang Yaoyao stuttered nervously, “I-I-I… I was only joking!” Bo Jinlan: “...” #I’ve waited for you to break up for so long, but I didn’t expect you to be so cowardly# [Male lead] Bo Jinlan was the eldest son of the Bo family, who were the wealthiest in the city. People only knew that he was cold, majestic, modest and placed himself above everyone else. He never had a woman by his side. He was the last and only elegant gentleman in the upper-class society. Until one day, a certain gossip Weibo posted a photo: On the roadside late at night, Bo Jinlan was wearing a suit and leather shoes, pressing a girl in a red dress against the car as he kissed her. The whole upper society was in an uproar. No one ever thought the always gentle and elegant Bo Jinlan would act so wild in private! Jiang Yaoyao: “Mr. Bo is not only wild in private, but he’s also very seductive!” [Female lead] Jiang Yaoyao had secretly loved Bo Jinlan for many years. She carefully hid her feelings, until she woke up one day in a hotel with him lying beside her… Later, when she became Bo Jinlan’s fiancee, nobody in the Jiang family dared to bully her anymore. All the bigshots in high society were respectful to her. Everywhere she went, a bunch of younger people would call her “sister-in-law”. And then… Mr. Bo was suddenly so addicted to her!

# familyfeud #daughterofamistress #koi Qiao Xuan, daughter of a county magistrate, supposedly had a fiance that everyone envied. But then her father’s legal wife schemed against her, and married her into a farmer’s family. On the night of her wedding, after seeing how shabby her room was, Qiao Xuan hung herself. When she opened her eyes again, a different Qiao Xuan had transmigrated onto this body. The new Qiao Xuan stared at her husband and frowned after seeing how shabby the house looked. “Don’t worry. I know that you didn’t want to marry me, so I won’t touch you. I’ll apply for a divorce tomorrow and give you back your freedom.” But wait, Qiao Xuan hadn’t figured out what was going on yet! She couldn’t get a divorce, or else her father’s legal wife wouldn’t forgive her. Also, she was a woman of a different world and possessed special powers. Couldn’t she just build a business from here? So it was decided. Qiao Xuan began assisting her husband and slapped the faces of all who wronged them. They kept leveling up, and went from being a poor farmer’s family to becoming the richest family in the area. Those who bullied her regretted their actions, and her husband had regrets too. “I never said I wanted to divorce you.” Qiao Xuan was perplexed when he was pressing her down on the bed. Why did he suddenly decide against getting a divorce?

“Do you weep for me, my teacher?” She whispered. I pressed my lips to her shaking hand and was transported back to when I first met her thirty years earlier. “Yes, majesty. I weep for you.” I replied. “And I weep for my soul. I failed to protect you, and I deserve damnation for it.” My queen smiled, her blood-spattered face serene in the red haze of blood and smoke. “No, Lukas, you have fulfilled your duty. And you will serve me again in the glorious halls of our gods.” “With all my heart,” I whispered. Tears glittered in her eyes, “Call me by my name?” She asked, her voice quiet, weak. “Like you did when I was a little girl.” “Anna.” At the end of the world, a mage held his student in his arms as the light left her eyes. At the end of the world a mage stared down his attacker. At the end of the world, a mage died. And woke up thirty years before the end of the world. He's been given a second chance. And this time he's going to do it right.

Melissa, a daughter of a multi billionaire, disguised herself as a poor woman and married Evans Reynolds, a wealthy business man on an agreement that when ever his late mentor's daughter Cathy Hudson needed blood, Melissa would be available. However, Evans used to send money to her, whenever she donates blood. making it look like a transaction. Melissa hoped that one-day, may be, Evans would learn to love and care for her, like she does. But that didn't happen. while at home, Maria, Evans mother and sister, Ann Reynolds seized any opportunity to belittle Melissa, often reminding her of her 'unknown background.' She was the perfect target, a trophy wife whose worth was measured solely by her ability to serve their needs. But one day, she decided to take her own life, she committed sucide when she saw a harsh message and photo sent by Cathy Hudson. However, luck was on her side , when she met a time keeper, who gave her a second chance to live again . She divorced Evans Reynolds, and become a successor of a mult billion campanies,ready to give a payback to those who mocked and mistreated her. And when asked on an interview, why she divorced Evans Reynolds. "I have a multi-billion wealth to success,” she declared during a press conference “Was my wealth not enough for you?” Evans sneered, stepping into the gathering from behind. Join me as we dive into a twisted romance; batrayal, passion, deception and power.

***** "And the kiss last night?" he asked, stepping closer until she could feel the warmth of him so near. Katrina clutched the roses, heart pounding, feeling the butterflies rising in her. His eyes held her, intense and filled with an emotion she couldn't name. "I don't regret it," he murmured. "I meant every bit of it, and I'd love to—" Katrina didn't let him finish. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, unable to resist any longer.  He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.  His kiss was slow and deep, full of a passion that set her on fire. ****** King Karl of Xylonia, known as the masked king, is feared by all. Cursed at birth to die at 25, he hides half his face behind a mask, leaving everyone wondering what lies beneath. Ruthless and cold-hearted, he never expected to fall in love—until Katrina enters his life. Katrina, a slave-princess, is treated like a servant in her own home because she was born outside of marriage. When her father can't repay his debt to King Karl, he offers his eldest daughter in placed of his youngest daughter, claiming she has a magical touch that heals with a simple massage. Intrigued, the king agrees. But Katrina was never the chosen one, and the healing power is a lie. As the king starts to fall for her, Katrina is trapped in a web of deceit. How long can she keep her secret before the vengeful king uncovers the truth? And when he does, will their love survive—or will the mask of the king hide a fury that could destroy them both? Contain 18+ scenes detailed explicit content. Hot Romance, Dark secrets. #Not your regular Dark-Romance novel#

In the sprawling world of Aeterna, where celestial forces shape destiny and the echoes of ancient wars still whisper in the wind, two souls from vastly different worlds are bound by fate. Kaelen Duskbane, a survivor of the slums, has known nothing but struggle, scraping by in the shadows of a society that has cast him aside. Lyra Solavere, a revered Saint of Light, has spent her life embracing divinity, offering comfort to the lost and forsaken. Opposites - shadow and light, destruction and salvation. Yet, destiny has chosen them to walk the same path. When Kaelen is drawn to the Sanctuary, a sacred place untouched by time, he begins to uncover pieces of a past he never knew existed. An ancient prophecy, long buried beneath the ruins of war, speaks of a being who will bring balance or ruin to Aeterna. As he delves deeper into the mysteries of his own origins, visions of forgotten battles and celestial beings haunt his every step. Meanwhile, Lyra faces trials within the church, as they seek to control her growing power, fearing the truth of what she represents. Her path collides with Kaelen’s in ways neither could have anticipated, forcing them to confront a bond that transcends mere coincidence. Their celestial artifacts - Nightfang and Dawnbringer - resonate with each other, awakening forces that had lain dormant for millennia. But Aeterna is on the brink of chaos. Orin Vash, a ruthless underworld leader, seeks vengeance against Kaelen, while an enigmatic figure known only as The Veilborn stirs in the depths of the abyss, waiting for the balance of light and shadow to break. The world is not what it seems, and the line between salvation and destruction is far thinner than either of them imagined. As Kaelen and Lyra struggle to control the powers within them, the weight of fate presses heavily upon their shoulders. Their choices will determine the course of history, and with the veil between realms growing weaker, time is running out. Will they become the harbingers of salvation or the architects of Aeterna’s undoing? The Eternal Resonance has begun, and there is no turning back.

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.

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

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! 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

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.

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!!"

Once an Omega, scorned for his hybrid nature, Ronan Darkfang rises from the ashes of betrayal and grief, fueled by vengeance. His mother slaughtered and his pack decimated by the ruthless Alpha Thorn, Ronan swears to bring justice with his own hands. And he does. But even after avenging his pack, the echoes of war refuse to fade. With rebellion brewing and the weight of power pressing down on him, Ronan finds himself entangled in an unexpected connection—with the daughter of the very man he destroyed. In a world where trust is fragile and enemies lurk in every shadow, he must decide whether his hardened heart can afford the risk. Because sometimes, the greatest battles aren’t fought with claws and fangs—but with the ghosts of the past and the whispers of the heart.

WARNING: YOU ARE IN FOR A SCARE!!! In the dead silence of the night, seven hooded figures gather in a long-abandoned cathedral, their chants weaving a melody of madness. At the heart of their circle lies a pentagram drawn in blood, its angles marked with ancient symbols older than time itself. The leader, a man whose soul was long since promised to the abyss, holds a bowl filled with the remains of an innocent—a sacrifice to open the gates of something that should never return. As the ritual begins, the earth trembles, the wind ceases, and the night creatures fall into a terrified hush. A pit opens beneath them, swallowing the circle in a cloud of thick, black smoke. From its depths crawl horrors not seen since the dawn of man—locust-like creatures with scorpion tails, dripping venom that rots flesh on contact. The disciples falter, their faith shaken. But their leader presses on, for he has not yet spoken the name. The Book of the Damned lies before him, bound in flesh, inked in suffering. With trembling hands, he breaks the ancient seal, releasing a force the Creator himself had banished. A voice from the void—deep, amused, hungry—echoes through the crumbling cathedral. "You dare?" What was meant to be a summoning becomes an awakening. And as the heavens turn their gaze away in horror, the seven realize too late—they have not called upon a mere demon. They have tangled with the Devil himself. And he is coming.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

He still felt a sense of unwillingness and warned, “Mo Yiqian, if you ever treat her badly again, I will make you pay the price!” Mo Yiqian let out a cold laugh and said, “I’m waiting.” He personally carried Su Mosheng out of the hospital room and gently placed her into the car waiting at the entrance of the hospital. Throughout the journey, Su Mosheng trembled uncontrollably, curling up in the seat. Mo Yiqian, thinking she might have a fever, reached out to check her forehead. However, she deliberately avoided his touch, pulling away as though trying to distance herself from him. The tension in the car was palpable, with Mo Yiqian’s gaze flickering with both concern and an unspoken anger. He couldn’t understand why she was avoiding him, but he didn’t press the matter, letting the silence stretch between them.

The Sleeper's Odyssey– Kang Eunseo was just an ordinary high school student—quiet, reserved, and barely noticeable in the grand scheme of life. Between school, his part-time job, and taking care of his mother, his world was small but stable. That was, until the night everything changed. A holographic system window appeared before him, counting down to an unknown fate. And when the timer hit zero, he was no longer in his bedroom. Each night, the moment he falls asleep, Eunseo is forcibly transported into a different world, each more unpredictable than the last. From futuristic cities to medieval kingdoms, from desolate wastelands to war-torn lands, he is thrust into missions that push him to his limits. The system grants him a power he needs rather than one he wants, but failure is not an option. If he cannot complete the assigned task before time runs out, he cannot wake up—and the punishments grow harsher with each mistake. But what terrifies him most is the truth lurking beneath it all. Who created this system? Why was he chosen? And why does it feel eerily connected to the father who disappeared from his life years ago? With 100 worlds to explore, 100 missions to complete, and the weight of an unseen destiny pressing upon him, Kang Eunseo must fight to return to the life he once knew—or uncover the truth behind the Sleeper’s Odyssey. Will he survive the journey? Or will he become just another forgotten dream?

``` Kendall, uma assassina bem-conhecida que causava terror no coração de seus inimigos. Kendall era conhecida por ser a melhor entre os melhores e seu apelido 'Fênix' era sussurrado por toda a cena underground. No entanto, o reinado da Fênix foi breve e por suas próprias maquinações, ainda assim. É horrível perder a pessoa que mais amamos, especialmente de maneira trágica. Parecia que ela foi impulsionada pela depressão completa por não ter nada e ninguém pelo qual viver. Portanto, ela deu tudo de si e destruiu completamente aqueles que tiraram sua irmã mais nova dela. No entanto, após se sacrificar para salvar sua irmã mais nova. Alguém não esperaria que uma assassina renascesse como uma lagarta ou mesmo um besouro do esterco, mas aqui temos Kendall. Talvez ela tenha salvado um país em uma vida passada. Ou foi bom karma por destruir uma organização de assassinos, ela se encontra reencarnada como uma tímida e obediente estudante de ensino médio rural. Sofrendo bullying dos colegas? Duplo padrão dos professores? Desprezada por seu noivo? À medida que os desafios surgem e a pressão aumenta por parte de conglomerados poderosos, ela encontra Damien Knight, um homem de personalidade muito direta. Ele conhece alguém como Kendall e não consegue controlar sua intriga sobre ela. A moça era um completo mistério para ele e tudo que ela fazia sempre o surpreendia. Ambas as personalidades são bastante semelhantes até certo ponto. Embora seu pedido pudesse fazer qualquer um lutar para manter a seriedade. Ela esfrega calmamente o pulso e entrega um aviso, "Espero que você não se arrependa de me provocar." Atrás dela, um homem nobre e bonito aparece do nada, disposto a ir a qualquer comprimento para proteger e apoiá-la."Por quê?" ela pergunta. "Você salvou meu avô, então me ofereço em troca. Algum problema?" ele responde com uma risada baixa. ```

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.

The Echo Between Us A Novel by Astra K. Lana Vienne never believed in fate-until the night she left a note between the pages of a forgotten book, never expecting anyone to find it. It was nothing more than a quiet confession, a whisper of longing pressed onto paper, meant to disappear into the endless hum of the city. But when she walks into Café Amour weeks later, she sees him-Oryn Moreau, the man the world knows as Ryn, a famed yet elusive writer-reading her words. She doesn't know him, but he knows her words. And somehow, it feels like he's been waiting for them all along. Set in the dreamy city of Aurivelle, where love lingers in quiet corners and fate writes between the lines, The Echo Between Us is a story of serendipitous moments, unspoken emotions, and the delicate line between fiction and reality.