Cushion Trad

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.

This was a trial book. I will be posting in royal road or trad publishing. Thank you and don't read it, I deleted first 14 chapters

Auteur : Takumi YOSHINO (RIP) Murgenia, un continent situé dans un autre monde. Résistant encore à l’influence de la Révolution Scientifique, cette terre continue de transmettre les anciens vestiges de la magie. C’est un monde régi par l’épée et la magie. Une longue période s’est écoulée depuis la Grande Guerre qui a englouti tout le continent. Mais cette paix fragile arrive bientôt à sa fin. Zarmine, un grand royaume situé au nord du continent, a subi une renaissance en l’arrivée de son nouveau roi. Insatisfait du peu de pouvoir qu’il possède, le désir de conquérir le monde l’a consumé. Par ordre de son roi sans égal, l’Armée des Ténèbres a envahi plusieurs pays, les plongeant dans les flammes de la guerre. Sunkwoll, un petit royaume situé au sud-ouest du continent, faisait partie de ces pays envahis. Son pouvoir national ne s’était même pas étalé sur 10 % du continent. Le moral des troupes était au plus bas. Quant au roi actuel, les privilèges qu’il donnait aux nobles lui a fait perdre l’affection de son peuple. La fin du frêle royaume de Sunkwoll… semblait imminente.

it might kill me ,but some things are worth dying for ,so let those boobs cushion my ascension to hell

My husband had always been a dreamer, someone who thrived on innovation and the allure of “what’s next.” So, when he decided to invest $123,000 into a Dallas based app development company promising to revolutionize Bitcoin integration, I wasn’t surprised. But I was worried. For months, I urged him to consider real estate instead, arguing that bricks and mortar offered stability in an unpredictable digital world. He dismissed my concerns, convinced this venture was his golden ticket to success.Then came the security breach. The app, which had initially dazzled him with its sleek interface and bold vision, suddenly locked him out with relentless login errors. Panic set in as we realized his entire investment, our family’s financial cushion, had vanished. My frustration was palpable. I had warned him, but as anger gave way to fear, we faced a harsh truth: blame wouldn’t fix this. We needed a solution.Enter DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION . A friend mentioned their name during a late-night crisis call. Though skeptical, how could anyone track down lost Bitcoin, desperation outweighed doubt. From the first consultation, their team exuded calm expertise. They didn’t dwell on missteps; they laid out a clear, step-by-step plan to trace the lost funds. Their transparency was reassuring. No false promises, just a focused strategy that inspired confidence.The recovery process was a masterclass in precision. Using advanced tools, they unraveled the breach, pinpointed how the app’s flaws were exploited, bypassed the glitchy login system, and accessed the encrypted wallets. Throughout, they kept us informed, translating technical jargon into plain language. What could have felt like a black box became a collaborative effort, something we could be part of, not just hope for.Within a week, the impossible happened. Every dollar of that $123,000 was restored. The relief was physical, a tension I had carried for months finally eased. But more than finances, something deeper healed. My husband, humbled, admitted he had underestimated the risks. I, in turn, let go of the “I told you so.”Today, we’re diversifying. That reclaimed capital now anchors a real estate portfolio, a compromise between his ambition and my need for security. DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION didn’t just retrieve our funds; they restored our trust in each other and in second chances.To anyone skeptical of crypto recovery, I was too. But DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION turned our worst mistake into a story of resilience. For that, we’re forever grateful. Dunamiscyber@solution4u.com +13433030545 dunamiscybersolution@zohomail.com

My husband had always been a dreamer, someone who thrived on innovation and the allure of “what’s next.” So, when he decided to invest $123,000 into a Dallas based app development company promising to revolutionize Bitcoin integration, I wasn’t surprised. But I was worried. For months, I urged him to consider real estate instead, arguing that bricks and mortar offered stability in an unpredictable digital world. He dismissed my concerns, convinced this venture was his golden ticket to success.Then came the security breach. The app, which had initially dazzled him with its sleek interface and bold vision, suddenly locked him out with relentless login errors. Panic set in as we realized his entire investment, our family’s financial cushion, had vanished. My frustration was palpable. I had warned him, but as anger gave way to fear, we faced a harsh truth: blame wouldn’t fix this. We needed a solution.Enter DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION . A friend mentioned their name during a late-night crisis call. Though skeptical, how could anyone track down lost Bitcoin, desperation outweighed doubt. From the first consultation, their team exuded calm expertise. They didn’t dwell on missteps; they laid out a clear, step-by-step plan to trace the lost funds. Their transparency was reassuring. No false promises, just a focused strategy that inspired confidence.The recovery process was a masterclass in precision. Using advanced tools, they unraveled the breach, pinpointed how the app’s flaws were exploited, bypassed the glitchy login system, and accessed the encrypted wallets. Throughout, they kept us informed, translating technical jargon into plain language. What could have felt like a black box became a collaborative effort, something we could be part of, not just hope for.Within a week, the impossible happened. Every dollar of that $123,000 was restored. The relief was physical, a tension I had carried for months finally eased. But more than finances, something deeper healed. My husband, humbled, admitted he had underestimated the risks. I, in turn, let go of the “I told you so.”Today, we’re diversifying. That reclaimed capital now anchors a real estate portfolio, a compromise between his ambition and my need for security. DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION didn’t just retrieve our funds; they restored our trust in each other and in second chances.To anyone skeptical of crypto recovery, I was too. But DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION turned our worst mistake into a story of resilience. For that, we’re forever grateful. Dunamiscyber@solution4u.com +13433030545 dunamiscybersolution@zohomail.com

Step into the silent world of a cat whose thoughts are anything but quiet. From the gentle thump of soft paws on a cushion to the comforting crackle of a fireplace, follow the inner monologue of a feline navigating a new home, a curious little girl, and the mysteries of human affection. This tender, humorous, and insightful journey captures the wonder of life from a cat's perspective—one quiet step at a time.

Haruto Kisaragi, 22 years old, was once the shining face of Japan’s rising pop idol duo 2HEARTZ—until his passionate on-stage rant about anime waifus got him kicked out of the group and banned from showbiz entirely. Now a full-time NEET, he spends his days binging magical girl shows and surviving off convenience store ready-meals. But fate has other plans… and those plans involve a very open sewer. After slipping, falling, and somehow breaking the laws of reality, Haruto crash-lands in a cosmic void where he meets a mysterious childlike figure: a smug, rainbow-eyed trickster god in steampunk gear who just casually says, “Oops, forgot to close the interdimensional gate. My bad.” When Haruto demands to be sent back, he’s informed the transfer was a one-way ticket—accidental, irreversible, and totally unrefundable. His only options now? Become a Rock of Wisdom: a literal rock. No movement. No speech. Eternal moss. Or accept the role of Demon Lord—a position that’s been vacant for 100 years because no one wants to deal with the paperwork. In a fit of absurd rage, Haruto screams “Fine, I’ll be your damn Demon Lord!” before he even gets a chance to ask about powers, cheat skills, or magical waifus. The trickster god, blinking in surprise, mutters: “...Wait, he didn’t pick any skills? Huh. This might actually be interesting.” Dropped unceremoniously into the world of Balveria, Haruto crash-lands—face-first—into a forest, miraculously cushioned by tree branches and sheer dumb luck. With zero abilities, no allies, and a kingdom he didn’t ask for, Haruto must now survive monster attacks, hero rivalries, and fantasy politics… all while trying not to die or work too hard. Will this fallen idol become the most pathetic—or most unpredictable—Demon Lord in isekai history?

Just when Trad thought he had escaped death, he realized it had been right before his eyes all along. But as he's led to his final destination, he begins to understand... sometimes surviving is only the beginning.

Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly. I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers. I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?

Warning: Mature content, very raunchy scenes and harem theme. "You've been a bad girl, time for another spanking!" "Damn you i am a worshipped Goddess" "You are also my maid!" "....." Meet Aaron Star, a college dropout who's traded textbooks for battle axes and exam stress for in-game boss battles. After a tragic car accident claimed his parents, Aaron's life went from ordinary to "respawn and try again." But Aaron isn't your typical basement-dwelling gamer. He's the best in the world—virtually, at least. His secret identity as the supreme video game champion is the stuff of legends, or at least it was. Enter his sister, Alice, a do-it-all dynamo who cooks, cleans, and keeps Aaron from resembling a permanent couch cushion. She's determined to pull her brother out of the digital abyss and into the real world. Just when things couldn't get any weirder, a cosmic megaphone from the heavens announces the apocalypse. Apparently, humanity's penchant for gender-bending and self-deification has ticked off the bigwigs upstairs or perhaps the God simply felt bored?. Follow Aaron as he gets himself entangled with an ever increasing amount of girls and grows so strong no one dared to disobey him again well apart from his troublesome women but he knows how to handle them.

"Having a Human Mate is nothing but trouble." The prince's eyes shifted, darkening a bit as he leaned towards her. She was startled by his sudden movement that she did not notice his hand sliding across the cushion of the couch to touch her hand. Her eyes jumped from his face to their touching hands. The warm feeling she had was the result of his slight touch. "I won't run away." She snatched her hand away, hating the way her breathing had hitched as he peered into her blue eyes. "Why is that, your Highness?" Her upper lip curled up in a sneer. "You might not be scared now, but there's not a single human that doesn't succumb to their fear." "Kiera I've been inundated with kidnapping and assassination attempts since my life began. Trying to scare me off as you did to those noblewomen isn't going to work." His soft dark eyebrows knitted together, and a look of exasperation was beginning to take shape on his handsome face. Kiera scoffed, keeping the sneer on her lips. "We shall see about that." She did not know what had come over her as her hands went up to push on the prince's shoulders. His green eyes widened as he looked up at her, now trapped underneath her. He was held down by her hands as she climbed on top. Her eyes shone a dangerous blue. A predator's gaze. Her hair fell, the tips of her raven hair brushing the prince's face. "I can rip you to shreds." She said with force behind her words. "With a single bite, I can tear chunks of your flesh clean off." She lowered her face down to him. She was so close to him now that she could feel his hot breath on her face. She could hear his crazed heart as it beat against his chest. His breathing became ragged as he stared back into her predatory gaze. "I can, and I am quite capable, of eating you." A playful smile bloomed on his lips, and determined to drive her insane, he brought his face forward and whispered into her ear. "Please do." ———————— Fifty years of peace are coming to a close. The Golden Rose Treaty between Beasts and the rest of the continent brought an era of temporary peace for all the kingdoms. Now, the leaders of the kingdoms must gather to begin drafting another treaty. Deep South in the heart of Wolfcrye Forest lies the capital of the Beast Kingdom and twenty-five-year-old Kiera Blackwater is one of twelve Generals in the Beast Army. All her life she has dedicated herself to punishing the Beasts who lose sight of their humanity, but all that is put on hold when she is chosen by her King as part of the peace treaty delegation. Kiera is then thrown into the confusing world of humans, where women are expected to be docile and kind, complacent and never opinionated, everything Kiera is not. There she meets the equally as confusing Third Prince of the Solomon Kingdom, who is nothing as he seems. Ever smiling and with eyes full of mischief, the prince is every bit perplexing as the human customs she has come to see. She is even more baffled when the prince is determined to become her Mate, proposing a three-month deal that he can win her heart. As trouble spells the end of peace forever, the Beast General will have to struggle against her rising feelings as the prince inches closer to capturing her heart. ———————— Update Schedule: Once every week ***Cover art is not mine***

"She is my dream as real as the horror of my nightmares," Zaid said wiping his tears before his father as it was for the first time in 31 years that Zaid appeared like something different than a stone to him. "And what is your nightmare?" asked the father gulping. "Maa" . . . "I saw the heights of my dream in his heart by looking into his eyes. But my nightmare's depth was also visible somewhere there..." Nuska held the cushion tight against her chest shedding tears of fear and defeat. . . . Zaid Khan, 31, a way too near to perfection businessman, is a heartbroken person with smile on his lips and uneasiness in his heart. His eyes is always searching for a face that can match with the tenderness of his mother whom he lost in a mysterious mishap when he was 9. Nuska Nisthar, 24, a calm yet bubbly girl who seeks a career that can provide her enough space to spread her wings, is also a heartbroken person who was treated gently by her family to forget her horrible past that nearly destroyed her innocence when she was 16. What will happen when pieces of two broken hearts connect to form a world, a life and a reason to trust each other? Will they ever be able to replace the haunted portion of their life by reliving it in unity? . . . You're invited to join the journey to Reliving Connected Hearts with Zaid and Nuska.

A young lady with silver glasses asked the black haired man sitting on the red cushioned chair . " My Lord , how did you and your husband ascended the heavens in such a very quick span of time? Every member of the reincarnation troupe was curious about your achievement . Even surpassing the powers of the realm of heavens . " The black haired man layed on the sexy chest of the blonde man behind him and smirked . " We just died , reincarnated and married . Well , about how we descended the heavens . Others may call our deeds ... running amok within the world we reincarnated at . " The blonde behind him nodded and smiled . " We cultivated and cultivated and didn't realized we became gods . " The young lady's mouth opened in shock. " That simple? " The black haired man nodded. " Simple " Of course , what they experienced was never simple . Kian couldn't help reminiscing those moments . " Tsk , i still could not accept that i was the one who fell inlove first . " The blonde behind him chuckled and kissed his neck . " But i was the one who ate a lot of vinegar . " A triumphant smile flashed across Kian's face .

"ARGHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!" Arissa screamed out loud while burying herself under a pile of cushions on the sofa over and over again when her ears were tormented with erotic moans from her housemates, Cristan Lewis who always bring a different bed partner every night. All of them are incredibly beautiful and sexy bitch. But, behind his selfish and annoying attitude, it turns out that Cristan is the sole heir of Levy Corp. A multinational company which has branches in almost all 3 World countries. Every night, Arissa only could let out a long sigh heavily while she was lying on the couch with a sank heart and pitiful face as she kept counting and hoping the agreement that they both has made before, about sharing the apartment and live in together, will be over soon. Both of them didn’t realize but the fact, their meeting had actually been predetermined and tied by fate from long ago. It was destiny who has united them both in a most peculiar way. And apparently, without her knowing, only Cristan was able to protect Arissa and released her from the demon of the past that was still chasing her.

What will you do when you find your fiance is getting married to another girl.And that girl was none other than your own sister. Your family is supporting them not you. Everything is snatched from you. What will you do ? ---------------------- She returned from abroad after five years only to find her world breaks apart. Her Fiance was getting married in front of her eyes with her sister under everyone blessings. Each person turned their back against her ,even her parents.... only one person stood beside her . She wants to get revenge...he will do it for her. She just want to be lazy...he will become her cushion. A heartless devil learnt how to pamper his wife. He looked in her eyes and said- "I'm heartless to everyone...but my heart beats..... only for you".

In the world of fashion, a successful designer, Rosalind, crosses paths with Mark, a charismatic model with a hidden agenda. Unbeknownst to Rosalind, Mark is a skilled villain using his good looks to manipulate the fashion elite. Rosalind discovers Mark's true identity as their professional collaboration evolves into a passionate romance. Now torn between love and justice, Rosalind must decide whether to expose Mark's deceit and risk her own heart.

“Help me" She begged as she found the man not moving. “Ple—please. I'm drugged" She slurred, drunk with desires and pleasure. Sebastian smirked at the words of the human on his lap. He could smell her arousal, and he could tell she wasn't acting. “And what do I get in return?" Sebastian asked as he placed one of his hands on the armrest of the plush cushions. “Anything. Please," Avery replied as she began to roll her hips to get some friction. “Even if it's your life?" “Yes," she affirmed in her dazed state. Sebastian smiled at her reply and gently raised his hands towards her neck. “Fine," Sebastian pulled the lady onto his thighs a little bit back, and he could see she was overdosed. With a jab of his hand on her neck, the woman fainted in his arms, sleeping soundly on his chest ________ Avery Walter, an aspiring model in Los Angeles got betrayed by her fiance and now, she is to get married to a ruthless billionaire man in order to save her father company from bankruptcy. Would she able to mend his cold heart? Note: Book Cover is mine, don't use else where To contact me: Facebook: IceQueen21 Discord: IceQueen21

Auteur : Kyouchikutou Un jour, une fille a été transportée hors de son temps et a atterri à l’époque Sengoku. La soudaineté de cette situation était semblable au caprice d’un dieu qui voulait échapper à un ennui infernal. La fille n’avait pas le pouvoir de changer le monde. Elle était une jeune fille ordinaire comme on pouvait en trouver partout. Il n’y avait qu’une seule chose que la fille pouvait faire : Survivre à l’époque Sengoku.

In the age of deep space warfare, every teenager was required to learn about mecha at the academy. When Qin Yue was transmigrated to this world, he realized he was taking the academy entrance exam. He looked around and noticed that the other examinees were piloting high-quality mecha while he only had a training model. It was then, he awoke the unique system. [Ding! You have obtained the Master-level Tai Chi.] What happened afterward shook the whole hall. “He actually evaded 32 cannon attacks with that training mecha?” “How can a training mecha bring a 10,000-ton mecha down?“ “Why do I feel like I’m hitting a cushion when I hit him?” Even the academy had never expected the exam they had set up would be easily cleared by a training mecha. As everyone stared in awe at Qin Yue, he smirked and said, “This is the true strength of the old martial arts!”

So, I would like to set a bonus chapter if no vote increase to 10+ I will write a chapter like the following. 10+ Votes= I bonus chapter. 20+ votes= 2 bonus chapters. 30 and plus= 3 bonus chapters. ---------------------------------------- Stealing Heroine is a fun game. In my previous life, I, Yamada Tsuna did not have a girlfriend. In this life, I swear to have one at all costs. I swear to steal all of them, to make sure that those main characters would understand my inner feeling. The feeling of being a grand sage till the age of 40. With that thought drifting Tsuna's blood seeped completely out of his body. As he drifted into the depth of death. Closing his eyes in the solitude road filled with sirens and snow which acted as a cold cushion, for his death. Though he had no complaint about the cushion being cold because he also getting colder in that condition. It was a perfect match for him. Closing his eyes he waited for the next world or something, but it remained like that for god knows how much. Until his mind was getting blank. 'Hmm! Is this how they made us forget our memories when sent to a different life.' He made a guess and closed his thinking! Emptying his mind, he felt a suction force, and the next moment he was in a white world. But when a white ring saw his eyes filled with intelligence and curiosity, it panicked and disappeared. When he found different humans, having clouded eyes, walking in a systematic manner toward the entrance. So he also followed it, and after entering the gate he was back into a new world. But he had his memories, in the world of anime. This image is not mine. I hope the real artist or owner of the image will allow me to keep this image on for the time period はなこ: Real Artist...

The boy knew the cruelty of life, but with the Warlocks he thought that this cruelty was still inferior. Greed, envy, hatred ... everything was worth to obtain KNOWLEDGE AND POWER. ... Noru came back to life in Sach. Now he will make his way in the cruel Witch World. "KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!" ... “Boy, you have willpower. But let me tell you that the way of the Sorcerer is not an easy thing, all the cruelty that you know so far is only part of what you will know when entering our world, do you still want to continue? " "Yes" ===================================== If you have entered and read this far, I thank you very much, and I hope you can support this novel that I have created with dedication. Your author _INTI_ thanks you Note: Regarding the language, I know that this page is basically in English, but this is not a language that I am very fluent in and I do not want to be criticized for bad grammar and that. I read novels here with google translation and although it is not perfect at least I understand. The language in which I write is Latin or Spanish and if you want to read it, just translate it into English. I hope the translation is good and understandable. Thanks. .... Si haz entrado y leído hasta aquí ,te agradezco enormemente , y espero puedas apoyar esta novela que con dedicación he creado. Te lo agradece tu autor _INTI_ Nota: Con respecto al idioma, yo sé que esta página es básicamente en inglés, pero este no es un idioma que domino mucho y no quiero que me critiquen por la mala gramática y ello. Yo leo novelas aquí con traducción de google y aunque no es perfecto al menos entiendo. El idioma en el que escribo es el Latino o Español y si quieren leerlo solo tradúzcanlo al inglés. Espero la traducción sea buena y entendible. Gracias. ================== La imagen no me pertenece, fue una descargada de google y luego modificada. Todos los derechos son del artista Rohan Balkar.

Ah, the "Profound Meditation Technique of Chaos"! It's not just any ordinary meditation technique, folks - it's a journey into the depths of your very being, a tumultuous ride through the chaotic waves of your mind, and an opportunity to connect with the Grand Dao of the universe. Picture this: you're sitting cross-legged on a cushion, eyes closed, and breathing deeply. Suddenly, you're hit with a barrage of thoughts and emotions, swirling around in your mind like a tornado. But don't panic, my friends - this is just the chaos at the beginning of your journey. As you continue to breathe and focus on the chaos, you'll start to notice something incredible happening. The chaos will start to dissipate, and you'll begin to feel a sense of calm and clarity. This is the Grand Dao starting to reveal itself to you. But wait, there's more! The "Profound Meditation Technique of Chaos" isn't just about finding inner peace - it's also about having a good laugh. Because let's face it, folks - life can be pretty chaotic sometimes. But by embracing the chaos and finding the humor in it, we can learn to navigate even the most tumultuous situations with ease. So there you have it, folks - the "Profound Meditation Technique of Chaos". It's like a rollercoaster ride for your mind, a journey to the center of your being, and a chance to connect with the universe - all wrapped up in a comedic package. Who knew chaos could be so much fun? 1chapter/every sunday keeps the demons away

As a sophomore in high school, Aozawa suddenly awakened telekinesis ability after time travel. After a week of training, telekinesis evolved into hypnosis --- when he falls, there will be a beautiful girl as a cushion; perspective; time pause... The superpowers that are refreshed every week disrupt his life. , and also made him understand that he would never be able to become the hero of a hot-blooded comic.

A boy in an apartment was celebrating his 18th birthday with his only friend and considered a family valeth a white haired girl with red eyes. he lost his family 8 years ago and had to go on therapy to fix his anxiety and anger issues. it was new year so they decided to go on the roof to see the fire works but what they didn't expect was metiorites falling from the sky and turning into small pebbles that upon impact on ground creates big blasts. the building got hit with one of the millions of metiorites to hit the lower floor and destroy it making the building start to crumble. as they jump from the balcony zeran the black haired boy saw something unexpected. the corpses of the dead people started to move and eat the other humans. don't tell me this is a zombie apocalypse. Zenar and valeth got trapped in a place so Zenar decided to sacrifice himself to save his only friend. valeth started to glow bright as she was transported somewhere from some unknown god. the whole building collapsed but zombie's cushioned the pressure for zenar to survive it but he was stuck there with no escape. he heard a voice that forever changed his life. [Zenar eternus would you like to be my contracter] yes Zenar agreed in exchange for saving his life. [ding you have activated the system] [ding you have gained the system of greed]

Leslie Brooks's sweet dreams turned into her worse nightmare when she learned of the death of her fiancee, the unassuming, sweet, and handsome love of her life, Richard Prescott of the Prescott Empire. Maybe in their four years together he refused to divulge enough information about his health, so his sudden death was as painful as being dropped from the sky only to land on a rock instead of the promised cushion. While attempting to put the pieces of her life together, pieces such as their beautiful daughter Elizabeth Prescott and the beautiful baby boy she was baking in her oven, Dylan Prescott the proud, very much assuming and the distinct opposite of his brother came to destabilize the already shaky life of his dead brother's fiery headed woman. His only plan was to walk in, shake her life upside down enough to make her back off from his brother's fortune, and walk out in the same manner. How come the plan changed to him walking in, getting kissed, slapped, and then kicked out in a very different manner. She needed to protect her children. He needed to protect his brother. Maybe they just needed to protect each other. #Humor #Love #Baby #Comedy

As a crazy beauty enthusiast like Maria, she admitted Daniel's look was indeed outstanding. Although she was injured, she managed to drag her body in front of him and ask for his phone number. Expected to be rejected, who expected this man to be more unpredictable than she thought, he even requested to marry her… in their first meeting. Asked to get married, Maria decided within minutes. She had been single for 28 years, so why not get married now? That was a pretty great idea. Unfortunately, she thought that this man was at most just a discharged soldier, so they could live together peacefully. One day, she saw a familiar figure on the economic channel. Wasn't that her husband? Maria rubbed her eyes, and began to doubt life, her husband...was the CEO of a large corporation? He was also a rich billionaire standing in the ranking of the 100 richest people in the world? Maria was panicking, she didn't dare to be a billionaire's wife. This position was too heavy for her to carry. Therefore, Maria immediately asked for a divorce. But Daniel was not only a rich billionaire but also a cunning man, "You want a divorce, right?" Maria nodded desperately, "Yes, I feel like this position should be given to someone better, I should still go back to being a doctor in my small hospital." "Okay!" Daniel nodded cheerfully, "But I have a request." Maria nodded excitedly, "Go ahead." "Yesterday, you broke a $2,000 phone. A week ago, you spilled coffee on a $5,000 sofa cushion. Two weeks ago, you were driving in a Porsche and someone else hit you at the back of that car. The little things I didn't mention. Total compensation is about $20,000. Do you want to pay by card or cash?" Maria's interior collapsed instantly, stammering, "Well, suddenly, I feel like living like this isn't bad at all. Being a billionaire's wife, who doesn't want to? Ha..ha..ha...” Daniel smiled. It was a small matter, if he couldn't treat her, he was not her husband.