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``` Le mariage n'est pas une solution miracle quand on tombe enceinte subitement. Loreen l'a appris par expérience. D'une femme de carrière, elle a accepté de devenir femme au foyer quand elle est tombée enceinte subitement lors d'une aventure d'un soir avec un inconnu. Mais après quelques mois, elle a fait une fausse couche. Ils ont essayé à nouveau pendant des années sans succès. Jusqu'à ce que cela les mène ici... « Signe ces papiers de divorce et fiche le camp d'ici, » exigea son mari. Doit-elle être divorcée et couverte de honte parce qu'elle ne pouvait pas avoir d'enfants ? Un mariage et une relation amoureuse ne peuvent-ils pas exister sans que le couple ait ses propres enfants ? . . . C'est lui qui l'a abandonnée. Mais attendez, 200 appels et 100 messages. 'C'est quoi le problème avec ce type, bon sang ?!' . . _________________________ Cadeaux et Bonus Magic Castle = 5 chapitres bonus Spacecraft = 10 chapitres bonus Golden Gachapon = 15 chapitres bonus *Note : Les chapitres bonus seront publiés au début du mois suivant ou après réception des cadeaux/s. Cela dépend des stocks de chapitres disponibles. Hihi. ```

Damian Blackwood is a billionaire with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Every night, he surrounds himself with beautiful women, yet satisfaction remains elusive. His womanizing is fueled by loneliness, a void he tries to fill with wealth, power, and meaningless encounters. But no matter how many nights he spends indulging, something is always missing. Then, he meets Eve—a woman unlike any other. She’s confident, experienced, and knows exactly what a man needs. From the moment she walks into his world, she challenges him in ways no woman ever has. On a couch in the dim glow of his penthouse, she gives him a taste of something different—something unforgettable. What starts as a simple transaction turns into an obsession. Damian finds himself craving more than just her body—he wants her mind, her presence, her heart. But Eve isn’t looking for love, and she refuses to believe in fairy tales. She knows men like Damian—powerful, dangerous, and ultimately unattainable. As their connection deepens, Damian’s past resurfaces. A powerful enemy, Nathan Voss, is determined to destroy him, while Vanessa, a woman from his past, holds secrets that could shatter everything. When betrayal, danger, and hidden truths come to light, Damian and Eve must face the ultimate question—was their connection just passion, or is it something much more powerful? In a world of luxury, deception, and raw desire, Best on the Couch is a sizzling billionaire romance that proves love can come from the most unexpected places—and sometimes, the deepest bonds begin where you least expect them.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious. Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, "You have a visitor." His rasps calmly. "Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived. Surprising, He only visits when she is alone. "One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions." He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze. "Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside. And Rose lied, "No." But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration. "You should be." He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes. "It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out." "You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually. "Excuse me?" "Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. What the hell is he up to? "This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch. "I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. "Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert." His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze. "When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her. "Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. "Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door. "Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow. "Because I've seen it before." "You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise. "I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." "Whom?" "You don't need to know." He closes off. "Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" "You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope. "Please." "You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left. Now she felt true fear for the first time. == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

*Knock* "Come in" Alice heard Xander say before she walked into the bedroom. She found him sitting on the couch wearing a simple t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. When he rose his head to see who it was, she saw how red his eyes were, like a blood moon and his face still showed no emotions. " What is it" he asked calmly. " I-i just wanted to th- thank you for saving me yesterday" she said feeling intimidated by his facial expression. "It's fine" he said placing his palms on his face looking quiet restless which made her think that he was just tired so she decided to leave him alone to rest. She opened the door and was about stepping out but the doors suddenly closed shut and Xander's arms were found placed on the door, but before she could say anything, he picked her up and tossed her on his bed. An hour later, Alice was found laying on the floor, her clothes had been ripped to shreds and the bed covers were covered with blood. She just lay there crying non stop before finally getting up, wrapping a towel around herself, and limped out of the room. Getting to her room, she sat on the floor and cried herself to sleep. Follow Alice as her life takes a turn after she lands a job at the company of the cold hearted C.E.O. Could this be a good turn or her worst nightmare.

My new villain novel: Demonic Skeleton God Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance. I was pretty inspired by ORV to begin with, so if that bothers you you can leave. Because I've been annoyed by people who've read 5 chapters and say it's a copy. The first 7 chapters it's going to be very similar to 40 chapters it's going to be a little bit similar and then not at all. Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.

[Story is being rewritten for a chance to be contracted and to be in WSA 2025.] Yang has a disease that limits her from playing sports she loves basketball. She always had a basketball in her hand for as long as she could remember but she was diagnosed with her illnesses at birth. But she still played but was limited on how long she could by her couch, parents, and doctor. But her love for the game and drive kept her going but there was also something else, her best friend Lucy they were childhood friends and grew up playing together. She would always support her and be there for her when she needed her Lucy also was a star player and captain of the team she was head and shoulders above the rest. With Yang limitations she wasn't able to be on the court with her for long even though she was talented the game put a lot of strain on her body so she would sit most of the game or sit out one half of it. She wanted to be able to play as long as she could without the limitations placed on her and play with the one that she loved and chased after. But in highschool Lucy got an offer of where she could go to a prestigious renowned all girl highschool that was the best in girls basketball. They offered Lucy to join them after this season and if she managed to lead the team to the playoff for the 3 third time making it 3 years straight or win MVP this year it would be an all paid scholarship. Hearing that Yang world came cracking down she thought that none of her hope or dreams would come true if she couldn't manage to stay with Lucy. Even though she was the co-captain the number 2 who rivaled Lucy but due to her illnesses it limited her and stopped others from making offers to her because of the risk. She thought she would lose Lucy at this rate until one day at practice when she over sorted herself at practice a screen popped up in front of her asking one question will you sacrifice your body to achieve your wishes?

According to myths, two people were connected by the red thread of fate. They were destined to meet regardless of time, place and circumstances. They say the Gods tied an invisible red string around the little finger of those who were soulmates and will one day marry each other. The thread may be stretched, twisted or knotted but it will never be broken. *********************************************** Death. A word that terrifies humans. The absence of life, an inevitable universal process that occurs in all living things. For Crystal Myers, his death was just around the corner. She was diagnosed with a congenital heart disease when she was a kid. Although her family was wealthy, the doctors said it cannot be cured even with surgery. Although she was a weird university graduate who had a doctorate degree in mythological studies and was obsessed with beliefs, legends, and unworldly beings, she just wanted to live her life to the fullest and was just waiting for her death. But everything changed when she met Dr. Allistair Cohen, a renowned Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He promised to cure her and that she could live a normal life again but in exchange, she had to marry him. She was hesitant, of course. But a new life with a stranger wasn't a bad idea to move on from Brad. EXCERPT: “Why am I still alive? And where am I?” “You’re in my house.” It was a man's voice, but because of the darkness invading the room, she couldn’t see who it was. “I died. My heart stopped beating. How am I alive?” She asked again. “I saved you. It was forbidden, but I had to.” The shadow shown by the moonlight confirmed that the voice was coming from the couch just a few steps away from the bed. “You saved me? How?” The figure stood up and slowly walked toward the light. Her eyes bawled seeing a hooded black skeleton holding a scythe in front of her. “Y-You’re the grim reaper!” She exclaimed. “So you know about me. I am Erebus, son of the Goddess of Death Mist, Achlys. I am here to collect your soul.” She thought it was just a dream, but looking at her husband, she realized that he was not just a regular doctor. Could she continue her life with the man who had a dark secret? Could she control her heart every time he touched her? Would she continue being his wife if she found out that she was being deceived? ************************************* Book cover is not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

The light of the fireplace cast long shadows on the wall, the fire reflected in the eyes of the woman sitting on the couch with a blanket over her shoulders. She had a bittersweet smile on her face as her mind traveled to the past days, nights long passed, nights she shared with her family when she was a kid. Memories she hoped to bring alive if possible. First story: a story adaptation of a popular folklore in Nigeria; The Princess and the half man; She had sworn on her mother's grave never to be blinded by emotions. But It'd seem she took after her mom in that aspect after all. Throwing all caution to the wind just for a man. She had thought she was different from the rest, leave it to reality to smack her back to her senses. Her feelings for her dad was complicated, she could say she hated him, but that was not quite true, no matter what, he was still her father. The one who pampers and gives in to her every whim. She knew it was partly guilt and the fact she was his only daughter out of a battalion of boys that contributed to his attitude towards her. But so what, she didn't care much for affection, all she had cared for was getting what she wanted, and that had been true about her, until now. Authors note: As a kid my dad will always sit us down at night, outside, in the darkness and tell us the most delightful stories of kingdoms long passed, Princesses and princes, magical creatures, much to the delight of us kids. But there's not much of that nowadays. So I want to share these delightful stories with everyone and I hope by doing this, these stories will not get lost in the sands of time. Thank you, have a nice read.

Mathew Bale was a boy looking for his place in the world. His debut as a hero turned into the biggest mistake of his life; taken in and molded by the government to be their personal nuke, he knew enough about the world to live in the grey area. His classified background was nothing to scoff at too. After everything he's been through he figured living his life as a hero for hire with his number on speed dial by the government was hey OK, his freedom didn't come easy either. He was relatively strong as a solo hero, top 20 on the world ranking, and he was perfectly comfortable lazing around on his couch in his one-man apartment leaving off of pizza and fizzy drinks, playing video games, watching movies, reading comics, and getting high out of his mind for the rest of his life. Heroing has become somewhat of a hobby for him now despite his childhood dreams. Sadly for him a small relatively unknown family known as the Greysons existed and Mark Greyson just got his powers.

(MXM) When your life is so fucked up and abysmal, you ask yourself, 'how did I get here?' or 'how do I get out?' Two poorly trained Fairy-assassins are assigned to the Faine Family, where they encounter triangles of forbidden love for the most ruthless vampires in the world. Snippet- He flung Jordan over on the couch, his knee in-between the legs of the other as the fangs under his lips went unnoticed. Jordan made a mistake, never lower his guard when he's around a target, especially a dangerous one. But he did; he wanted to fuck and forget about Zack for a while-however, that didn't go exactly as planned. Even forgetting to interrogate. "Slow down...!" He saw the red stain in Mason's eyes as if the life had been sucked from his body. In a moment of pure and absolute instinct, his hands stretched, fidgetting for the pistol that was taped under the booth. "Slowly!" Jordan's urgent voice repeated before screaming: "No!" when he felt a sharp, life-reaping sting at the side of his neck. In an instant, he brought the pistol to the other's head, "Get off me... Or die, you fucking monster!" Warning: 18+ Part [1/4] almost completed Main couples: Jordan x Mason and Lium x Jason Side couples: Luke x Salus, etc. ~ I'm not a professional writer, and I'm introverted. So the dialogues, scenes, and developments might not be well written or expressed. This book is unfinished, I just wanted to share it so you all could witness the story even if unfinished. Lol. But I also wanted to post it to see if anyone would enjoy it so please comment your opinion on the book.

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*Cause all of the small things that you do are what reminds why I fell for you.* There he was shamelessly sitting in my couch with his parents asking for my hand in marriage. Like I would accept this proposal.(I rolled my eyes) "Noelle, what do you think about this?" My mom asked me. "I don't know how to think of this cause you all know we were once a thing and not one anymore." I replied still not sure of why he came back. "I pretty much agree with this marriage. I can see his sincerity and his interest in you. He got a well going life with good career. I don't see why you wouldn't want him." My dad said supporting this guy who once was my only reason to continue living. "Thank you uncle for all there words but I'm sure you didn't change her mind. If you agree, May i talk to her? Alone?" He said. "Think you can change my mind." I said. *** Meet Noelle Hudson, a successful entrepreneur and nurse at the age of 26. Noelle's life was sailing smoothly and going well- A loving boyfriend, good academics, supporting friends and focused on career. Until he had to choose between his career and her, he choosed the first one. And that he is Derek Beckham, a CEO and off duty general officer at the age of 27. *** This Novel is based on real life love story. This is totally inspired by my friend's love story. The plot and characters are all fictional, if related to anyone Just remember that not everything is related to you and the earth doesn't revolve around you. *** This novel is dropped and stopped to be worked on from nowonwards due to some personal reasons. I hope the readers who liked this book would understand. *** With much more love, SLOVHA

Shen Yan a insisté pour épouser ce Fu Hang, au risque d'être abandonnée par sa famille et ses proches. Elle pensait qu'après trois ans, elle parviendrait à faire fondre la glace dans son cœur. Cependant, lorsque cet homme l'a enchaînée et forcée à s'agenouiller devant sa famille pour avouer des erreurs qu'elle n'avait jamais commises, Shen Yan a réalisé que le cœur de cet homme était fait de glace. Lorsqu'elle est tombée à l'eau en même temps que sa belle-sœur aînée, Chloe Lindsey, Fu Hang a plongé au premier instant et a sauvé Chloe Lindsey. Il a emmené Lin Xing à l'hôpital tandis que Shen Yan, qui ne savait pas nager, pouvait seulement attendre que le garde vienne la sauver. L'enfant dans le ventre de Chloe Lindsey n'a pas survécu à l'épreuve et elle a fait une fausse couche. Fu Hang a amené Shen Yan auprès de sa famille sans aucune explication et lui a demandé de s'agenouiller et d'admettre son erreur. Ses yeux sous ses sourcils aiguisés étaient impitoyablement perçants, comme s'il avait planté un couteau dans le cœur de Shen Yan. « Après que Grand Frère soit parti, il n'a laissé qu'un enfant derrière lui. Tu n'aurais pas dû tuer cet enfant ! » « Je ne l'ai pas fait. C'est elle qui a sauté ! » « Qu'attends-tu ? Agenouille-toi et avoue ton erreur ! » Trois ans après son mariage, Shen Yan était convaincue que même un chien avait plus de valeur qu'elle dans la famille Fu, sans parler de Chloe Lindsey que Fu Hang aimait vraiment. Juste avant que l'un de ses genoux ne touche le sol, Fu Hang pensait encore que Shen Yan allait admettre son erreur. Peu s'attendait-il à ce que Shen Yan se redresse lentement et dise : « Fu Hang, divorçons. Je vais juste prétendre que j'ai donné ces trois dernières années aux chiens. Personne ne mérite que je gaspille ma jeunesse après ça ! » Ainsi, Shen Yan a décidé de rentrer chez elle et d'accepter son héritage qui valait des centaines de milliards. Une vie glorieuse l'attendait !

“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?” As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place. [Installing files. 1% done…] As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...] I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch. “Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…” […12%...13%...14%...] Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities. The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength. Nope, the first is out. The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text. The third possibility … [Installation successful!] The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes… The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications. [Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!] Fuck… TAGS: Mind control, manipulation, corruption, sleep sex, rape, blackmail, oyakodon

From a young age, Shay loved archery. For years he and his father have been at odds because Shay refuses to give up his love of archery to appeal to his father's whim. His mother has tried to mend their relationship to no avail. So, tired of his father ignoring him, Shay left his younger sister, Mallory's, birthday celebration to hang out with his crush, Noah. Something happened in the woods that separated him and Noah, but Shay doesn't remember anything. He wakes up on the couch of his mother's ex-best friend. Something is brewing in the Valoria kingdom and Shay believes it may turn into a full-blown war. Will he and his father be able to put their differences aside to help save the kingdom?

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!

just a regular stormy night when ryker woke up with a startled and confused expression while trying to look around only to notice the room is filled with high-end sc-fi equipments, "where am I, am pretty sure this isn't my room ” while trying to remember he noticed a glass panel nearby the couch and was suprised to see himself in different clothes but more future-ristic"well... damn!!"

In the dystopian city of Rylos, where the government dictates love through a behavioral score-based lottery, Nico Knight is a man who’s always gotten what he wants. A nightclub tycoon with a reputation, he’s never had to answer to anyone until the lottery pairs him with Odalis, a quiet librarian with an air of calm that feels almost too controlled. To Nico, Odalis is a puzzle of a woman too ordinary, too unremarkable to pique his interest. But there’s something about her stillness that begins to intrigue him. Beneath the surface, he senses a storm she’s carefully hiding. Nico finds himself questioning whether he really knows what he wants or if his true challenge lies in the mystery of Odalis herself. (Sneak peak scene) Nico slouched on the couch, drunk, eyes fixed on Odalis as she read, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around them like a soft cocoon. Nico: You know, I never imagined a woman like you would be in my life. Quiet, composed... not my taste. Odalis (without looking up): And what did you imagine? Nico: Someone like me. Loud. Reckless. Odalis: Sorry for the disappointment. He blinked, his eyelids heavy, the pull of sleep growing stronger. Nico: “You’re like... an angel, in the wrong place.” His head dropped back, surrendering to sleep. Odalis glanced at him, a faint smile playing at her lips. Odalis (whispering): “You’re wrong, Nico Knight. Maybe the wrong place is exactly where I need to be.” She tucked him in, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound, and returned to her book. The silence between them now felt strangely comfortable.

"The Strange Presence" follows Aria, a young woman who moves to Lahore for her higher education and starts living alone in a spacious apartment with a stunning view of the city. Initially, her life seems perfect—she enjoys her independence, her studies, and her part-time job. But everything changes when she begins to sense an eerie presence in her apartment. One night, Aria discovers a shadowy figure sitting on her couch, staring at the wall. Initially dismissing it as her imagination, she soon learns that the apartment harbors a secret—a gateway to a ghost world. The ghostly figure she saw is not an ordinary spirit but a protector, guarding her from malicious entities lurking in the supernatural realm. As Aria delves deeper into the mystery, she uncovers a love that transcends life and death, but one that can never be fully realized. Torn between her growing feelings for the ghost and the dangers lurking in the spirit world, Aria must navigate the fine line between the living and the dead. The story explores themes of love, loss, and the unbreakable bond between souls, even when they are worlds apart.

Jing Yao a couché avec le PDG d'une riche famille qui était réputé pour se tenir à l'écart des femmes. Elle est même tombée enceinte. Jing Yao a grandi sans recevoir d'amour de ses parents. Bien qu'elle et sa sœur fussent jumelles, elle ne ressemblait en rien à sa sœur aînée. Ses parents favorisaient sa sœur aînée. Jing Yao a été forcée de commencer à travailler jeune, tandis que sa sœur pouvait rester à la maison à ne rien faire. Jing Yao devait payer ses propres frais de scolarité. Un seul sac à main que possédait sa sœur coûtait plusieurs dizaines de milliers. Non seulement cela, mais sa sœur aînée sortait même avec son fiancé, avec qui elle était fiancée depuis l'enfance. Formellement parlant, Jing Yao était la deuxième sœur de la famille. Cependant, en réalité, elle était tellement pauvre qu'elle ne pouvait même pas payer son propre loyer. Sa famille ne lui avait jamais montré aucun soin ou affection. Pour le bien du mariage de sa sœur aînée, la mère biologique de Jing Yao l'a piégée en la faisant boire avec un investisseur. Elle a même été droguée. Heureusement, elle était suffisamment alerte pour s'enfuir. Cependant, elle s'est enfuie dans la mauvaise direction. En conséquence, elle a fini par coucher avec Liang Xun. Après être rentrée chez elle, la mère de Jing Yao l'a engueulée. Son odieux de fiancé l'a humiliée. Jing Yao a annulé le mariage sur le champ. Depuis lors, elle a quitté la famille Jing. Plus tard, Liang Xun a découvert que Jing Yao était enceinte. Il l'a approchée et lui a demandé de l'épouser. Cependant, Jing Yao l'a rejeté. Liang Xun lui a directement offert 100 millions comme cadeau de mariage, et elle a finalement accepté. Des rumeurs ont commencé à se répandre sur internet. Jing Yao, une célébrité récemment populaire, était soupçonnée de s'être impliquée dans la relation de sa sœur aînée. Certains ont même dit qu'elle était la sugar baby de Liang Xun. Malgré les critiques, Jing Yao a publié un post positif en réponse. "Je n'ai pas de sœur aînée et je suis la sugar mommy de Liang Xun." Liang Xun a immédiatement commenté son post. "Ma femme a raison."

Charlie is a nobody. In the small, forgettable town of Maplewood, Charlie barely exists. His days are spent in a haze of lethargy, slumped on a basement couch that smells faintly of regret. His body, soft and bloated, seems to mirror the weight of his apathy—a monument to years of bad decisions and the crushing inertia of laziness. His parents look at him with disappointment, his classmates avoid him like a bad smell, and the girls, even the kind ones, can barely disguise their pity. He’s bullied, mocked, and ignored, but Charlie doesn’t care. Not really. Or so he tells himself. Until one day, a moment so small and humiliating it shouldn’t matter tears open the carefully constructed wall of indifference he’s built around himself. For the first time in years, Charlie feels something stir deep inside—a spark of something raw, terrifying, and undeniable. Then, one night, everything changes. A system appears, a voice in his mind that speaks of transformation, power, and redemption. It offers him a choice: to stay as he is and sink deeper into the void of his existence, or to rise—literally—and reshape himself, body and soul. The system promises him a path, but it won’t be easy. To shed the weight of his old self, Charlie must first face the physical and emotional burdens he’s carried for so long. The path is brutal, filled with trials that test his mind, body, and spirit. But as Charlie begins to claw his way out of the pit of mediocrity, he discovers a world beyond Maplewood—a world of incredible challenges, impossible bodies, and a system that rewards transformation. The ultimate prize? A body forged by effort, determination, and resilience—a body of iron, plasma, and even the golden brilliance of the sun. But each step comes with its own cost, and the system’s promises may hide more than they reveal. Can Charlie rise above the weight of his past, or will the weight of the world crush him once and for all?

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

"I f*cking HATE being a model!" Ariani Rosè had to be held back from her mother because she was about to smash a vase on the ground. 18-year-old Ariani was a popular model who loved shopping, boys, partying, and herself. "Don't act like an animal!" Ms. Rosè threw her daughter on the couch and watched her cry like a baby. "I just wish there was someone to replace me...!" Ariani stared at her mother, her eyes glistening in the sunlight. Ms. Rosè glanced at her daughter's glassy eyes and sighed. "This... this is wrong what I'm going to do, and it's embarrassing, too. But perhaps... perhaps your sister could be a substitute." "What? Sister?" "Just go along with my plan." ***THE MAIN CHARACTERS!*** Ariani Rosè - Famous Teen Model Ramona (Remi) Edmenson - College Student Novah Rosè (Ms. Rosè) - Mother of Ariani & Ramona, Famous Actress Aesa Edmenson - Father of Ariani & Ramona Ravon Ferguson - Boyfriend of Ariani, Famous Teen Model Naceir (NA - see - er) Datkins - Boyfriend of Ramona, College Student Thaiasia (TY - asia) Williams - CEO of Marine Modeling Agency

I groggily opened my eyes, expecting the familiar sight of my own bedroom. But instead, I found myself in a strange room. "What the…?" 'Everything had been perfectly normal when I went to sleep—so how did I end up here? Have I been kidnapped?' The thought instantly put me on edge, removing any trace of sleep from my mind. Suppressing the urge to sit up, I narrowed my eyes, scanning my surroundings carefully, 'It looks like a warehouse, about fifty square meters, with no windows.' There is an oversized LCD screen on the wall—easily over 80 inches. A coffee table, topped with a few bottles of mineral water. Beyond that, the only furniture in the room is a single couch, with four people lying unconscious around the room’s edges. They all seemed to be asleep. Frowning, I felt an odd sense of déjà vu. 'Is this really a kidnapping? Or have I somehow gotten caught up in some kind of military exercise? A government operation, maybe? Or…' "Seems appearances can be deceiving. Who would've thought that an ordinary student would be the first to wake up, not to mention remain so calm and feign sleep to assess the situation. Such alertness is rare." "Who's there?" I jerked as a robotic voice echoed in my ear. It hadn’t mentioned my name, but it was clearly talking to me. Sticking to my low-profile approach, I stubbornly pretended I hadn’t heard anything, hoping to sleep my way out of this. "Amazing self-control, Lucas. But there’s no need to keep up the act. As the first to awaken, and someone who’s managed to impress me, I’m inclined to offer you a little reward." At this point, I could hardly keep faking it. Reluctantly, I sat up, my gaze locking onto the source of the voice: the television screen on the wall.

Elara Stone is a tough, no-nonsense lawyer who lives off caffeine, deadlines, and her favorite romance novels. She’s fierce in the courtroom, but her personal life? A chaotic mess. After a brutal week at work, she collapses on her couch to relax—and wakes up as the most hated villainess in her favorite fantasy novel. She's now Lady Seraphina Devereaux, the notorious villainess from her favorite fantasy novel, Destiny’s Veil. Known for her icy beauty and cutthroat reputation, Seraphina is fated for a spectacular downfall, sentenced to a public execution after a failed power grab. But Elara? Not a chance she's letting that happen. Armed with her legal smarts and a solid memory of the book’s plot twists, Elara takes on her new life with a plan to rewrite Seraphina’s story from scratch. The goal? Dodge doom, tweak that villainous rep, and add some sparkle to the drama. Enter Aldric Theron Valen—a mysterious, powerful noble with looks as swoon-worthy as his secrets are deep. In the original story, Aldric stays out of court games and eventually sides with the heroine. But Elara’s Seraphina has a way of throwing off his cool detachment, especially when she lands a business deal with him that spirals into a chain of misadventures—including saving him from an assassination attempt, of course. As they team up amidst politics, high society gossip, and a growing attraction, Elara has her hands full trying to charm, outwit, and outlast her new life’s script. With wit as sharp as her heels, she’s set on giving Seraphina a destiny of her own—a tale of survival, style, and maybe even a shot at love. In a world where magic and mayhem are everyday affairs, Elara’s rewriting her story, one clever comeback at a time.

In 2025, the world ended. Monsters fell from the sky, and humanity met it's destruction. Nobody was prepared for this sudden apocalypse..................except one person. Hajun spent most of his life preparing for the end of the world, despite being called a madman by everyone he knew. But when the world ended, he kicked back in a couch within his bunker, sipping a cold can of beer as he watched his naysayers be eaten. Despite his preparations, Hajun will soon learn, that in a world which brings out the worst of humanity, not everything goes according to plan. *An apocalypse survival fiction, starring regular people without powers or abilites in a doomsday scenario.* Join the Discord:https://discord.gg/CQFsrxxPes

NOT MINE, FOR READING PURPOSES High society CEO Big BOSS Lu expresses that he’s felt stifled recently. Ever since a woof style creature intruded upon his home, his life has become a complete mess. A slight conflict in opinion and his couch is hijacked, his desk seized, his lap forcefully occupied, even his bed was forcefully dominated! The small Sammy, with his head resting upon his waste removal official’s thigh and four paws facing the sky exposing a soft little belly, with a face full of untainted purity and a pair of innocent eyes: “Woof~” Big BOSS Lu lowers his head and makes eye contact for three seconds : “…. Give give give! Whatever you want, I will give it to you!” 132 Chapters + 8 side stories [Completed] Credits to Translator: https://kaistranslations.wordpress.com/dlww/

Gabrielle Lockwood's aspiration for a quiet life with her test tubes and vials takes a turn for the worse when she becomes the target of a group of werewolves due to her research. So, when the handsome Sebastian offers to protect her, Gabby finds it hard to turn him down. However, Sebastian is more than his chiseled form; he is part of an Elite Group of Lycans that will do everything to protect the secrets of Aetheria. Sebastian Devereux is determined to prove to his father that he can lead the Night Riders, a group of Lycans whose existence is considered a legend. So when his father asks him to seduce a mere human, Sebastian agrees without hesitation. Except the woman comes in the form of a small, sarcastic scientist who likes to question everything. A small package of a human being who seems more interested in dissecting him than falling for his charms! What starts as a straightforward assignment becomes a complex dance as Gabrielle's inquisitive nature delves into Sebastian's world. It's all fun and games until a predator starts hunting Gabrielle. Now Sebastian must make a choice: continue his mission and become the leader of Night Riders or protect her with all his heart and soul. ....... Excerpt "I can hear your heartbeat, Gabby," he uttered, his voice deep and husky. Gabby immediately frowned, unimpressed. "What are you insinuating, Mr. Devereux?" she steadied her voice, trying her best not to show the desire that sent shivers down her spine. The thought of him pinning her against the wall almost made her spiral, but she knew this would not end well—for both of them. Instead of giving her an answer, he took a step towards her. "I knew you wanted me, just as I wanted you," he said. Gabby pursed her lips as she tried to take in the small distance between them. She lifted her gaze and stared at his silver-gray eyes. "You must be losing your mind, Mr. Devereux. Being confident is one thing; being arrogant is laughable. Not everyone wearing a skirt likes to spend time in your bed." Some of them wanted to see how fast his wounds heals, she thought as she convinced herself that she was here to study... him. He chuckled, amusement flashing in his eyes. "One, you are not wearing a skirt. Two, I do not want you to spend time in my bed." His gaze darkened as he took another step towards her. "I want you here, right now, in the middle of my office—on my table, on that plush couch, the shower, and against the wall. The bed is for resting, Gabby and trust me, I want to do a lot of things with you, and not one of them involves resting in my bed."