Grandma Licking

Ding~ [A message has been sent by the Gods] [Welcome chosen one to the World of Milfs for your trial to attain Godhood. Fulfill the Gods requests and obtain their approval to join us and become a God] [Fail your given request and meet your demise] Ding~ [A request has been sent by the Gods] [The God of Storms Synthia sends a request: Grope your adopted mother's buttocks till you leave marks on her ass] [The God of Music Calliope sends a request: Make your Aunt moan so loud that your neighbours can hear her sweet voice] [The God of Health Fiona sends a request: Lick of the curry that spilled on your neighbour's chest, while her husband watches tv in the room next door] [The God of Stars Noella sends a request: Blackmail your classmate's mother into sucking you off in her son's room] [The God of Wisdom Seraphina sends a request: Drink all the office lady's breast milk straight from the source, that was supposed to be for her baby] I see....So I basically have to do a bunch of naughty and perverted stuff that the Gods want to see me do with a whole lot of smoking hot milfs, for a chance to become God and save my life. What else can I say other then... WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP JOKE IS THIS?!?! Want to know how this all came to be? Then follow our protagonist and his journey to become God by making his own Milf Harem (Warning: This novel is made by a Degenerate for Degenerates, so if you aren't into kinky stuff and prefer vanilla, then this novel isn't for you) •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No blood related Incest - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - A lot of Netori and Stealing - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - No unnecessary Drama - A lot of fleshed out +18 scenes - Finally a very competent protagonist] [This novel is focused on Older Women and Milfs, so don't expect any younger girls unless there's a Oyakodon] [And finally I want all the interactions to feel natural and I want the readers to be invested in the characters, so the story will be fleshed out and not rushed in any way] discord.gg/9hKEN3duBw

When Tyler Foster lost his parents in a tragic accident, he was left to care for his younger brother, Leo, alongside their tough but loving grandma. Escaping reality, Tyler dove deep into anime, superhero lore, and over-the-top fantasy—embracing his inner chuunibyou, convinced that destiny had something epic in store for him. Then it actually happened. A mysterious system called OmniScript awakened within him, granting him godlike powers: the ability to create monsters, bestow powers, rewrite reality, and shift roles between hero, villain, or whatever persona he desired. At first, Tyler believes this godlike power is a sign—a warning of an impending calamity he was chosen to stop. So he trains, waits, watches... but nothing happens. Years pass. No apocalypse. No final boss. Just... life. By the time he turns 20, Tyler is no longer the wide-eyed dreamer he once was. The weight of endless power and no purpose crushes him. What’s the point of having unlimited power if there’s no ultimate battle to fight? That's why he decided, If no ultimate battle comes to him, he’ll make one himself. So Tyler makes a bold decision: he will fake his own death and use the OmniScript System to create both a world-saving hero and a world-ending villain. He will be the puppeteer, the writer, the god behind the curtain—watching the story unfold as both creator and spectator.

WARNING ❗ ☢️ This book is HIGHLY addictive and might result in the following side effects: Aggressive gooning, Impulsive twerking, Unprovoked moaning and excessive licking of your phone/ laptop. Proceed with caution. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!! ...Still here? Well then YOU, yes you, are the target audience for this delicious freaky fantasy story. Anakin, our main character, is your average low wage no friends, no confidence, no boyfriend, no social life, no backbone office worker. Her life is pretty normal apart from being literally used and worked like a slave by her company and boss. Then one day, her rather average life changes. In a seemingly harmless childish game, she accidentally summons something. SOMEONE. The one being ng condemned into the abyss for crimes too big to forgive. Those who have been fortunate enough to survive an encounter with him, call him the god or rot . For he is the embodiment of greed itself. He takes all he wants, leaving nothing but a trail of death in his wake. Now, He wants Her. And she has no way of escaping Him... But she doesn't want to escape either. "How does it feel to be claimed by a god?"

Vivi - daddy Edgar said that im a fat. Daddy no 1 - who called you fat? No one can call you fat except me Daddy no 2 - I'll make him fat Daddy no 3 - posts on social media and supports his daughter Daddy no 4 - kidnaps him Imagine waking up one day to find your best friend gone without a trace. Then, after six long years, she suddenly reappears, but with a surprising request - to entrust you with her six-year-old child. Confusion sets in. Why would she leave her child with the same people she left behind years ago? Weren't they abandoned for the sake of love? It seems unlikely they'd provide proper care. But wait, why are they seen shopping for baby items? And why are they vying for the child's attention? Welcome to the world of our protagonist, a young girl left in the care of four seemingly unkind "daddies." How does she cope with fathers who can't even tell bedtime stories or appreciate her cuteness? Instead of showering her with love, they label her as fat and ugly, even criticizing her singing. It's a tear-jerking situation. Her solace lies with her loving mommy, grandma Cincha, and her dear classmate, Dicky. But Dicky seems to have vanished after meeting her daddies. Where did he go? In this novel, we delve into the fun rollercoaster of a young girl's life, navigating through ups and downs, affection, and the search for belonging. Join me as we uncover the mysteries surrounding her mother, her distant daddies, and the unexpected bonds. _________ This is a Slice of Life novel without DRAMA only cuteness! No cheating couples, no stepmother-stepsister drama, no faceslapping & no revenge. There would be lovestory of the leads but i wont tell you who is the male lead! This is only for fun reading! An everyday story of a cute baby with 4 daddies. Trust me you will love this!

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

Luana Flores is twenty, loud, and just a little too alive for her own good. She swears too much, laughs at her own jokes, and always shows up late - barefoot, hair a mess, beer in hand. Island life is sweet and predictable: work at the beach café, talk trash with Louise, dodge her grandma's prayers, and maybe flirt with fate just a little. And then he walks in. Not tall. Not flashy. Just him - black shirt, khaki shorts, slippers that have seen better days, and eyes that fold into half-moons when he laughs. The kind of boy who’s quiet but kind, who loves bitter coffee and always notices the small things - like when her hands shake, or when her smile doesn’t reach all the way. Luana doesn’t mean to fall. She really doesn’t. But when it starts to feel like flying, how do you stop? So she keeps the flutter in her chest a secret. Tells no one. Not even him. Because love feels a lot like freedom. But what if her heart’s already too tired to keep up?

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Ahmaya’s life had always been surrounded by questions and oddities. A mysterious tree in her grandma’s home, strange occurrences, and an unsettling distance between her and her family had created a sense of isolation. Her mother’s sudden disappearance left a void that no one spoke about, and the more Ahmaya tried to fit in, the more she felt out of place. But everything changes when she starts to awaken to the truth about herself. As she begins to understand her divinely bestowed powers, Ahmaya realizes that her life, and the lives of those around her, were never what they seemed. Her family, once thought to be ordinary, reveals layers of secrecy and divine connections that Ahmaya hadn’t even imagined. The tree at her grandma’s home, once just an oddity, becomes a portal—leading her to uncover the hidden world of divine protectors and sacred duty. But the true twist comes when Ahmaya is suddenly transported back in time, to 1935. There, she encounters key figures from the past—people who she recognizes from her present life in 2025. These connections run deeper than she could ever have imagined. As she uncovers the truth about her past and the role she plays in the eternal cycle of life, love, and protection, Ahmaya’s heart and spirit awaken to the divine purpose that was always waiting for her. In this tangled web of time, Ahmaya must navigate both her earthly and mystical realms, discovering her true identity, embracing her divine mission, and forming bonds with the very people who shaped her destiny in both the past and present. With newfound strength and understanding, Ahmaya steps into the role she was always meant to play—the guardian of a sacred truth that spans across generations. ………………… A/N:Cover art is an original piece created by the author. Thank you, your support makes this journey possible.

Ye Chen, The Young Master of the Ye Family, sees his mother playing with her pussy one day, from the small crack through doors. And he suddenly hears a voice "Fuck Her" Gulp! ---- Tags: Pure Bloodline, Impregnation, Messing family roots, system, arrogant Mc, Dominant Mc, Mother, Aunt, Grandma, MILFS, GILFS, Threesome, more focus on sex, less focus on plot, Virgin penetration, extremely large harem, no mercy to the enemy.

** CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT** --- [Collection of short stories] --- With every full moon, a chilling mystery appears in the most unlikely places: deep within magical forests, between cyberpunk skyscrapers, in haunted taverns, or even beneath the ocean waves, the magical ice cream parlor Gelato del Peccato shows up and vanishes without a trace. Behind the counter stands the charming and mischievous Witch Zafira Blu, a master at blending secret desires with irresistible flavors. With a sly smile and eyes that seem to see right through anyone (body and soul), Zafira crafts magical ice creams capable of turning any fantasy into reality, or into deliciously sensual mishaps. At Gelato del Peccato, humans, mermaids, vampires, werewolves, androids, fairies, and creatures from every world gather, never knowing if they’ll leave laughing, blushing, in love… or just with trembling knees. Between teasing licks, unexpected encounters, and hilarious situations, each scoop of ice cream holds a different enchantment, and no one leaves the parlor without giving in to pleasure, laughter, and self-discovery. In every tale, whether it’s a quick one-shot or a ten-chapter adventure, Zafira Blu guides customers (and readers!) through bold, romantic, magical, and delightfully humorous experiences, showing that in the universe of Ice Cream: Tales to Savor, desire is just the beginning of the fun.

[COMPLETED STORY] Running from her past, Nivritti joins a new job in South Korea as a Script Coordinator in K&Q Media Company. She works for a successful K-pop boyband. On her first day, she is kissed by the leader of that boy band. The problem is, she is five years older than him. Will that kiss grow into a relationship or will be forgotten by both of them? ***** She tried to pull her wrists, but she failed. She looked at him and again tried to pull her hands but in vain. “Yes, you do. You have been licking your lips since you started talking. I think it’s an unconscious gesture that you don’t know about,” informed Kyung-Soo. “Will you please let go of my hands?” she pulled again but Kyung-Soo tightened his grip. Without hearing her he continued, “and by distracting, I mean that I really want to hear what you have to say but because of your lips all I can think of is this... He pulled her wrists pulling her close to him, moved one of his hands on her waist and another one on the back of her neck and softly placed his lips on hers and kissed her.

Her mother, a Spellblade, her father a Talismartist. So why did she have to be a Warrior? When she was a child, Astrid heard stories about how her mother served on the walls of Humanity’s Bulwark to protecting their country from their inhuman enemies on every side. With terrifying stories about their many foes, she quickly decided to become a delver in the Dungeon. There, she could gain enough levels and experience to serve as one of humanity’s elites, to protect her borders and countrymen. To do that, she’d need a party, and she had a plan. That plan didn’t work out, and now, she’s all alone, trying to become a delver without her planned allies or family. With just her Skills and armor, she’s going to show the world that, even if she doesn't have a lick of magic, Astrid Warrior will be a force to be reckoned with. -A nonmagical MC who’s confronting the Dungeon and her enemies with the strength of her arms. -Reliance on a couple strong Skills. -Lots of action. -Monsters and enemies to slay! -Slowly building a core party to delve with. -Updating daily for the first month.

《 NOTE — This is an R-18 adult-themed novel. If you do not enjoy themes such as teacher-student relationships, dominance and submission, or similar dynamics, then this novel may not be for you. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older, though you are free to imagine them as any adult age you prefer. Thank you, and enjoy reading Echo of Desire: The Mind-Blowing Journey of Shalini and Others.》 ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ When the graceful, widowed Shalini — a respected teacher and devoted mother — begins to sense the suffocating grip of routine, she dares to step into a forbidden world. A single moment of temptation pulls her into a swirling current of seduction, where adoring young men worship every forbidden inch of her body, and her best friend Malika fans the flames of desire to dangerous new heights. From innocent flirtations in the classroom to sinful encounters behind closed doors, Shalini’s transformation unfolds across the chapters of shameless pleasure and ruthless self-discovery. As she sheds her modest silks for tight leggings and revealing kurtis, she offers herself as a goddess to be adored, kissed, licked, worshipped — a queen finally claiming her hunger after years of denying it. But behind her feverish pleasures lurk secrets that could shatter her entire world: a son who senses her changes, a career threatened by scandal, and a friend whose “lessons” might push Shalini beyond every limit she ever imagined. Arc of this raw, unapologetic erotic drama, join with Shalini no longer denying who she is, but embracing her true nature with thrilling, dangerous abandon. It is a journey of power, sin, and surrender that will leave you breathless, aching, and desperate for more. Step into Shalini’s world — and see how far you’d go to taste forbidden desire.

[Completed story] *Who would have thought a precious, legitimate princess was forced to secretly marry a predator in the middle of the night when the silver moon shone brightly in the middle of the starry sky? Warning: Epic fantasy ROMANCE+++ If you want to know how the animosity between vampires and werewolves had truly started, this is mandatory to read this story. The FMC is a beast tamer. The MMC is the Lord of Shadow. __ The night the prince arrived to claim her, Reneira braced herself for the inevitable circumstances. However, nothing could have prepared her for the truth that this wasn’t just a marriage. She was just a pawn to win yet another war, a cord to fasten an alliance. Her new husband was a sweet torment, an immortal, god-like bully disguised in an impossibly beautiful human form with no rival. His every gaze felt like a punishment, and his sinful aura tempted her in ways she never expected. This god of lust refused to touch her or accept her as his true wife. Believing that her dignity was lost forever, she resigned herself to her fate, hoping to make a home in the hell she’d been thrown into. But fate, as it often did play, had other plans. ~*~ “Don’t even think about seducing me by licking your lips like that, doe-eye!” He breathed in her ear as he joined her in bed, shirtless, his muscular abdomen rippling with each movement. “I… I’m not doing it on purpose!” she stammered, her breath catching in her chest when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against him. His mouth hovered near her temple, his lips grazing her ear shell. “I’m going to make you forget what happened today. My body is yours as compensation, wife.” ~*~ Volume one: House of Poison and Bone. Completed. Volume Two: House of Fire and Wings. Completed. Volume three: House of Beasts and Ruins [Part one completed.] Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Epic, The Devil's Son, The Prince of Hell, the lord of Shadow, Important notice: This world is not the same world we are living in. Undoubtedly, the gods, religious, and political characteristics are not the same as well. But the story is inspired by mythology only. Moreover, this is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Pumpkin Gabriel is sixteen, nearly seventeen, and stuck in a life that feels like it was built to break him. Towering and awkward, he’s covered head to toe in angry acne that won’t let him forget how invisible — or worse, disgusting — he thinks he is. Living in a cramped Romanian apartment with his K-pop-obsessed little sister and barely supervised by a grandma who pops in from time to time, Gabriel’s only comfort is laughter — even if it’s cruel. So when his sister blasts her favorite boy group and gushes over their perfect faces and dreamy voices, Gabriel does what he does best: mocks it all. Calls it “Chinese noise,” laughs at the synchronized dancing, rolls his eyes until his sister slams the door in his face and says the one thing that sticks harder than he thought it would: “I wish I never had a brother.” He shrugs it off… until he doesn’t. A walk to the store turns into something else. Something that changes everything — and Gabriel wakes up not in Romania, not in his own skin, but in the body of someone who looks like everything he’s ever hated himself for not being. Perfect...

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

Time, as it always does, moved on. Months turned to seasons, and eventually, a year passed. There was no word from Tae or Sechan. But Kwon and Jungwon stayed close, focused on their studies, building a quiet, stable world of their own. They learned how to live with the ghosts of yesterday — or at least, how to keep them in the background. Jungwon decided it was time to move. His apartment — too full of memories and silence — had started to suffocate him. His father had sent some money from abroad, and he thought it was the perfect time for a change. Kwon didn't know Jungwon lived alone. He had always assumed he stayed with relatives. That illusion shattered the day he visited and saw how empty and quiet the place truly was. "You live alone?" Kwon had asked, shocked. "Yeah," Jungwon admitted simply. Kwon didn't like it. It didn't sit well with him at all. When Jungwon mentioned wanting to move, Kwon's shoulders eased in relief. "What if we shared the new place?" he asked carefully. "That's fine with me… but what about your grandma?" Jungwon asked. "What if we move in with her? Into a bigger apartment?" Jungwon suggested. Kwon smiled. "If that's okay with you…" "It is," Jungwon replied with a gentle smile. It took weeks of searching, planning, and saving — but they eventually found the perfect apartment. A quiet corner of the city, peaceful and just far enough from the noise of their past. They moved in together. Life felt lighter. Jungwon smiled as he arranged his things. They were finally free. No one knew where they lived now — not even his father, and certainly not Tae or Sechan. They had left those haunted homes behind — and the people they once waited for. Two Years Later Graduation came, and with it, a peaceful end to that phase of life. Jungwon and Kwon had grown stronger, steadier, grounded in the world they built together. But the past, as always, had its own plans. Back in Korea, Sechan stood on the balcony of his new house. He was no longer a student — he was now the CEO of Light Corps. Tae, too, had returned from the U.S., inheriting his father's company, Yosan Industries. They had both tried — countless times — to reach out. But the numbers no longer worked. In desperation, they visited Jungwon and Kwon's old apartment buildings, only to hear the same thing from neighbors: "They moved out… almost two years ago." The guards reported the news to them. Tae sat in his office late into the night, staring at an old photo of Kwon. A candid shot from school — Kwon laughing with his hair caught in the wind. "Did you do this on purpose?" he whispered. "Running away from me…" He touched the image, eyes misty. "I told you I'd come back. And here I am. But since you ran away… I'll find you again. No matter what it takes." Miles away, Sechan stood alone in his quiet home, the same report ringing in his ears. He gave a soft, broken smile. "I knew I was late. But you didn't have to hide like this… Guess he's happy he'll never have to see me again." He looked out the window, the city lights blurring in his vision. "But I'm not giving up." And somewhere, in a quiet apartment full of warmth and books and shared laughter, Kwon and Jungwon continued living — unaware of the footsteps drawing closer. The room was dim, cloaked in soft shadows. The only sound was the quiet hum of the night breeze brushing against the slightly open window. Kwon lay on his side, curled beneath the blanket, eyes wide open even though his body begged for sleep. But sleep wouldn't come — not tonight. As he stared at the ceiling, Tae's face drifted into his mind like a ghost refusing to fade. His eyes. That quiet confidence. The warmth that once made Kwon's chest flutter. He shut his eyes tightly. "I just hope you're okay… and that you've moved on," Kwon whispered silently in his heart, too afraid to say the words aloud. "It was just a crush, right? Just high school foolishness…" he told himself. "It's be

Died once? Unlucky. Died twice? Suspicious. Got dumped into a new world as a six-year-old chakra-deficient orphan? Now that’s just rude. Meet our unlucky protagonist: once a modern-day rich guy with a loving wife, two kids, and a garage full of mid-life-crisis cars—until fate slammed the brakes with a truck. Reincarnated again in a world where everyone can absorb chakra from the air like free Wi-Fi… except him. Yep, our boy’s basically running a cultivation emulator on potato specs. But fate's not completely cruel—he’s gifted a Tutorial System by a fed-up god who’s tired of watching him die like an NPC. The catch? It nags more than a grandma and upgrades slower than a government app. With a half-drunken master who forgets mid-lesson, a world where punching mountains is normal, and a chakra system locked tighter than grandma’s candy jar, can our accidental cultivator rise to greatness? Or will he die a third time—this time from embarrassment? Brace yourself for absurd power levels, epic fights, weirdly wise drunkards, and the slowest glow-up in cultivation history. This isn't your usual "chosen one" tale—

"Evelyn's ordinary day takes an extraordinary twist when she mistakenly tries to heal an injured dog with a toxic plant. Little does she know, this innocent act sets off a chain reaction that flips her life upside down. Strange feelings of being watched follow her, and just when things can't get more peculiar, her grandma sends a puppy for her to care for while she's on vacation. To Evelyn's surprise, the once-injured dog reappears at her doorstep. But there's more to these animals than meets the eye. A trip to the woods unravels a mystery that leaves Evelyn feeling hunted. With danger looming and an unintended rivalry with the Alpha, after she has caused him subtle inconveniences, Evelyn finds herself at the mercy of the hunter who has sinister plans for her and the overbearing alpha who has a beef with her. In the whirlwind of emotions, Evelyn doesn't realize when a romance blooms in the most unexpected way." (The book is R18 and involves many invasive chapters so read at your own risk.)

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

ECHOE'S OF THE HEART" a captivating romance thriller that explores several themes. It depicts the life of Wendy, a successful event planner in Dubai, navigates mysterious memories that are not apprehendable. Her life intertwines when she meets Bryan, a decorated U.S. Naval officer and Dubai's representative in the international horse riding competition. As they explore Dubai's luxury and mystic, they uncover secrets, heart-rising encounters, and soul-deforming and transforming incidents. Will these deforming and transforming incidents make them stronger or separate them? Will they navigate through all odds, or will the speedmeter of life trials separate them? Theme of Erotic Romance: 'He moaned my name and say "ouuuuuuu Wendy I'm cuming!!!" he released his sperm on my face. Then I licked it because I thought I found love; then my eyes were becoming clearer from the intoxication. He sucked my nipple and fiddled the other. I moaned and shouted his name "Staceyyyyyyyyy, suck me harder. Bite my nipple babby" finger me until I come. He fucked me for five...' Theme of war and consequence: 'The mission had gone terribly wrong, and I couldn't process the loss. Scofield's words cut deep: "I thought about my family; what would they say about me, he is in a place where he isn't supposed to be, he died in a cause of something he knew nothing about...' Theme of Human Trafficking: "My name is Nnena, and I'm a Nigerian. My father sold me off for prostitution telling me I was coming to work in Dubai as..." Theme of Tragedy: Suddenly, another RPG blast shook us. "Incoming!" someone yelled. "Gboooooooooom..." Theme of poverty: Upon arrival, a luxury car picked us up. We drove through Bamako's dusty streets, witnessing poverty... Theme of Philanthropist: After the wedding, I decided to use some of my earnings to make a positive impact on Bamako. "You have shown us that true leadership is not about seeking power or worship, but about serving others and making a positive difference in... The village elders added, "Your efforts have brought hope and prosperity to... Theme of Rape: "Later, I was told she was a victim of rape by my biological father, so I'm a child of rape... "I was raped by the junior brother of the woman whose child I taught for free... Theme of sport and Adventure: You've been chosen to represent Dubai in the upcoming International Horse Race... Theme of Dehumanization: " even when I am on my period she do put cotton wool inside my vagina to block the blood. The men having sex with us won't... Theme of Female trafficking: The agents in Cotonou lies to the Embassy that we are going to study and they will tell us what to say. But in actual sence they are sending us to... Theme of Divine intervention: "D" lingered, making me think of Davido, the renowned Nigerian Afrobeat musician. Suddenly, my phone beeped with an incoming call and I picked: "Unknown Number: Yo! Whatup my nigga ? this is Davido speaking..."

Liam’s life had always been one of humiliation and weakness. Known as the school’s outcast, he was relentlessly bullied by five ruthless tormentors and ignored by those around him. No one ever came to his aid, not even his family, who loved him but were too caught up in their own worlds to notice his suffering. A life of submission became his only reality, and he found himself trapped in a cycle of defeat. His world came crashing down when he tried, for the first time, to stand up for himself. His attempt to fight back ended in brutal failure, leaving him beaten within an inch of his life and humiliated in front of the entire school. As he lay there, broken and alone, he thought about how pointless his life had been. A single thought consumed him—he wanted to be strong. He wanted to make everyone who had ever looked down on him submit to him. He dreamed of taking what he wanted, no matter the cost. A deep, resonant presence echoes within the shattered remains of your mind, neither male nor female, yet overflowing with power, warmth… and something far more intoxicating. "Your cries have reached beyond the veil… beyond the mortal coil. I am the God of Lust, Desire, Love, Passion, and Procreation. I have watched you. I have felt your pain… and I have seen the fire hidden within your soul — smothered, but not extinguished." "You are dying, Liam. Your body broken, your spirit bleeding. But I offer you a choice..." > [ACCEPT THE GIFT – Inherit the Eros System and Rewrite Destiny] > [DECLINE – Succumb to Your Injuries and Fade into Nothingness] "Choose now. Life… or oblivion." --- Then, in his darkest moment, a voice reached out to him, offering him a gift—the Eros System. Faced with the chance to rewrite his fate, Liam made a choice that would change everything. Waking up months later in a hospital, he found his body transformed, a new power coursing through his veins. The system that had chosen him was now his guide, and with it, he set his sights on a future where he could have it all—strength, power, and control. Now, with the world at his feet, Liam begins to build a path to domination, starting with those who once tormented him. The Eros System promises him not just strength, but the ability to influence hearts, shape desires, and bend the will of others. His journey is only beginning, and Liam will stop at nothing to rise to the top. Tags (If You Don't Like Then Don't Read): Harem, Villain MC, Kind MC, Incest, Dark MC, System, Mature, Criminal MC, Seduction, Smut, Netori (The MC takes others Wives, Crushes, Moms, Sisters, Aunts and Grandmas), Milfs, Gilfs, Corruption, OP MC, Influential MC. (Liam, Becomes Dark, Cold, Ruthless, More Confident, as the story Progresses, But he's Also a Criminal, but treats, Women, Children, and Girls with Respect, unless they're his enemy before)

The family gathering turned into a nightmare! How will the two siblings even survive in a bunker? Especially when the younger, and also smarter one, is mute (or so Seung has always been told when she has asked why she doesn't talk). Rich grandma's secrets may lead somewhere, or perhaps destroy everything. Easy to read: ✅ Warnings ⚠: This book may contain some violence and exploration of trauma. New chapter 9PM EEST every other sunday ❤

> "Some tales were never just tales..." In the ancient city of Zuuranism, peace is merely a pause between prophecies. Long ago, a god created a goddess — not to serve, but to complete him. Together they birthed seven divine children. But one of them was born twisted, black-hearted and cruel. His darkness sparked a war that nearly tore existence apart… until he was sealed away. But seals weaken. And every fifty years, something stirs beneath Zuuranism. Dreams return. Blood is demanded. And this time… only one girl remains. As an army approaches the gates, guided by madness and myth, young Henry plays in blissful ignorance — unaware that his mother is the final offering… and that the tale Grandma told wasn’t fiction at all. Gods die. Evil waits. And children… are never safe from fate.

Liang Zhenyu never believed in ghosts. That is, until he was assigned to Room 404—the only vacant room in the eerie, crumbling Xiao Meng Dormitory. The elevator doesn’t reach the fourth floor. The back stairwell carries incense in the air and rules whispered too late. Inside the room? Four spirits await him: a dorm warden who died in 1852, a 90s schoolgirl obsessed with Jay Chou, a grandma who feeds sleeping guests, and a red-robed woman who sweeps shadows in silence. But they aren’t the scariest part. Something—or someone—watches Zhenyu from the eastern hallway. A girl with jasmine-scented hair and a gaze that feels like a memory from another life. In this dormitory, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. And Zhenyu must choose: survive the haunting… or uncover the truth that binds him to them— and to her. — Dark, romantic, and laced with absurdity, Dormitory on the Fourth Floor is a supernatural tale where horror and humor walk hand-in-hand, and love lingers… even after death.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

They told me I was useless. They said I wasn't magical. They threw me away like trash. They had my trust. I felt ashamed and like I was broken for three years. My friends from Phoenix Academy became strong mages while I swept floors and helped my grandma with her herb garden. But when Ethan Blackwood came to my door, everything changed. He told me I wasn't without magic. He told me I was unique. He told me the Academy had lied. Now I have a choice: hide in my small town forever, or return to face the people who destroyed my dreams. They think I'm still the scared, powerless girl they cast away. They are about to find out they are wrong. Sometimes the phoenix rises from ashes. Sometimes it rises from lies.

Miles Daves, a young boy shunned by his high level clan and bullied for his inability to awaken a magic element, lives like an injured wolf licking its wounds in solitude. With no place to belong, he endures the darkness of isolation, until a fateful accident awakens his long-hidden magic: the mysterious element Golem. An element no one has ever heard of, far beyond the known strange elements like Mirror, Sword, or Summoning. Now, with this untapped, ancient force at his command, Miles sets out on a journey of vengeance and self-discovery. Battling enemies, uncovering hidden truths, and forging his own path, he rises from the shadows to shine as a force to be reckoned with. Watch as Miles Daves transforms from the weakest of outcasts to an unstoppable star in a world that underestimated him. (He can make golems of every element later on)