Chloe Slides

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. "I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. "Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. “Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…” “Then why do you want me to stop following you?” “I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end. “Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away. “I did,” he sighed in defeat.

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.

Chloe was the second daughter of the Bishop family, she was the girl who had it all breathtaking looks, a foster father who loved her as much as his own biological daughter, and a fiance who was handsome and rich. But nothing was perfect in this world. It turned out she also had a foster mother and sister who could ruin everything she had. The night before the engagement party, her foster mother drugged her and plotted to send her to hooligans. Fortunately, Chloe went to the wrong room and spent a night with a stranger. It turned out that man was the CEO of America's top multinational group, who was only 29 but on the Forbes List. After having a one-night stand with her, he proposed, "Marry me, I will help you to take revenge."

Ava thought her life couldn't get worse after being sold into marriage to save her family-until her fiancé faked his death, leaving her trapped in a marriage with his father. Now, she's forced into a marriage with the same man who betrayed her, the infuriatingly handsome Orion, who wants nothing to do with her... or so he claims. But danger is never far. Orion's vengeful mistress, Chloe, is determined to ruin Ava's life, while the charming and mysterious Mason offers her an escape-but at what cost? As shocking truths unravel and Chloe shows up pregnant for Orion, Ava must navigate a deadly game of love, lies, and betrayal. Will Ava flee for her freedom and life, or will the lies and betrayal surrounding Orion destroy her once and for all? Can Orion reclaim his bride?

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

The woman who lost everything and the man who can have anything he wants… united by revenge. Anna Hyde was a devoted wife, willing to do anything to make her husband happy—except give him a child. When he decides she is no longer useful, he demands a divorce while his family humiliates her and casts her out of their estate. To make matters worse, the only family she has left—her own aunt—disowns her, leaving her with absolutely nothing. Anna believes things can’t possibly get worse, but when it rains, it pours. Marienne, her husband’s mistress, tries to blind and kill her. But this time, luck is on Anna’s side. On the verge of death, she is saved by William Stark, a returning billionaire who offers her a new identity and the chance to take back everything that was stolen from her. With a new face and a new name, Anna is reborn as Chloe Dumas, ready to make those who wronged her pay.

The book starts off without a lot of detail for the characters, but as the story progresses you you’ll notice each character develop and get to know them. Maybe even fall in love. Please enjoy! He slides his hand between her legs and pulls her in. She gasps and holds on to him for support as he runs his fingers between her lips and clit. She's trembling from his touch. As he moves his finger around the outside of her. "Time to rinse off" he whispers to her. He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half of her body to his and washes the soap off her backside. She throws her head back. And begins to let out a scream, but he covers her mouth with his hands and says "shhhhh be quiet now." He spins her around so her back side is pressed against his erected cock. Feeling it's cold contact she throws her head back again gasping. Her then washes the front of her off pressing hard against her he gropes her breast squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples. She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

Ben is in 11th grade. He wishes his last two years go by fast so he could go to college. He's from a rich family, they own the boarding school. I mean that would explain why his family insisted he stays at the apartment in the boarding ever since he was a junior. His family insisted because....... Well Ben doesn't know why but he knows some other things. Ben knew he doesn't do well around extroverts. He knew he tends to be quiet most of the time. He knew he sucked at keeping friends. His only friend since his five years in the school was his cousin.....in another school. Ben knew his only chance at his first relationship in school just flew out the window. Being one of the eight gays in his school, he knew his first relationship would be in college. He has accepted that fact. Ben doesn't know why Chloe, the girlfriend of one of the popular boys in school wants to be his friend. And Chloe has a big friend group! A group full of extroverts and that one guy nicknamed 'Four words'.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

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

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.

Ryuchen want his wife to experience the sadness and loneliness that he felt when she left him when they're young, and he succeeded. His wife, Chloe, became miserable and now experienced the sadness and loneliness that he felt back then. Until he found out the truth and realizes that everything in his life is a big lie. That he believed in the wrong person and ruined his wife's life, and it was too late for him to make things right. Because his wife had been dead. After he discovered the truth, an accident occurred causing him to lose his life. But for some inexplicable reason, he was returned to the past and was grateful that he had given a chance to make things right to his wife. But things become different from his previous life, because his wife suddenly wanted to get a divorce.

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Exalibar and Chloe, teens with extraordinary abilities, are thrust into a new life under the protection of the enigmatic James Maxford. As they navigate high school and uncover the dark secrets of their pasts, their presence stirs dangerous forces and hidden enemies. In a world where their powers make them targets, they must determine who to trust and what it means to be truly free. Amidst growing chaos and escalating threats, their journey reveals that the line between friend and foe is dangerously thin.

A.J., a Black nonbinary researcher working at a University in the North of England, in 1992, is an unlikely candidate to be at the centre of an investigation into extra-terrestrial lifeforms, but they happen to find themselves at the eye of the storm. Dr Guilder, a friend, and mentor of A.J. introduces them to the fascinating Dr Immanuel Paley who is a brilliant English academic, who is rather quirky. Following the strange ramblings of Dr Paley leads A.J. to contact the astronomers Lava and Dr Henry Derwent, but their email exchange does not go unnoticed by the authorities. A.J. is soon whisked away from their daily life to be forced into a team with scientists Kai, Jen, Lava, and Henry. The government brought the five strangers in on their non-public exploration of strange crafts that had recently descended into earth’s atmosphere, to try and figure out if there happened to be anything inside the alien crafts, and if there was, if these beings were a threat to humans. It just so happened that Dr Paley had information that could help.

From the Dead Oceans, Kumamoto Setsune reawakens after thirty hundred years. Without a home, with who knows how much time left, and with her life the target of many an Aeternum, Disaster Beast, and more, she travels towards her old home. In the Great City of Rem, she seeks to find something for herself.

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.

My life is in shambles. My wife divorced me. I'm floundering at work. And I believe I'm turning into a bad parent to my daughter, Chloe. Then, one day, I encounter a woman who sees in me the chance to have her darkest desires fulfilled without consequences. I then become a lover to many rich and spoilt women in the neighbourhood. I do to them all the things they can't ask to their perfect and prudish husbands. But this diversion soon becomes a prison. I am a servant to these women, and my life is still a mess. When I see a glimpse of happiness, the chaos in my life threatens to destroy it all.

“I live for you, Emma,”Chase said. “But…Chase, people are staring.” I said, pleading with him to save us from the public eye. “I don't care!” He screamed, the tears sliding down his face. I had never seen Chase cry. Emma moved in with her mom into her stepfather's house and encountered the most handsome, popular playboy in school, who also happens to be her step brother. If her classmates found out about this, her peaceful life would become a horrible mess, as everyone was tripping over the Greek god. At school she tried to distance herself from her step brother to avoid becoming the enemy of all girls, but he locked her in his arms, gazed at her with fiery eyes and dropped to his knees, “Marry me.” As Emma navigates the tangled web of high school drama, she must decide whether to risk her peaceful life for a chance at true love.

In the year 4367, space is no longer the final frontier—it’s a playground for the rich, a network of luxury stations, high-stakes casinos, and floating estates orbiting the dying planet below. Earth, overcrowded and crumbling under political chaos, is a prison for those who can’t afford to leave. The universe belongs to the powerful. Or so they think. Emerald Voss never asked for a legacy. She built her own fortune through a wildly successful startup, but her father’s name still looms over her—one of the wealthiest resort tycoons in the galaxy, a man who owns entire moons. She’s never had to fight for anything, never had to care about anything beyond the next exclusive party or million-credit business deal. But all of that changes when one reckless, sleep-deprived decision leads her to stumble—half-conscious and starving—into the office of Lumina Zevaris. Lumina is a Krexal, a hulking reptilian warrior-diplomat feared across the stars. As one of the galactic ambassadors, she holds the fragile peace between humanity and the ancient alien civilizations that barely tolerate them. Cold, calculating, and battle-scarred, Lumina has spent years ensuring that humans don’t push too far, don’t step on the wrong toes, don’t ignite a war they can’t win. But the war is already here. A shadow moves across the galaxy—something ancient, something powerful, something that sees humans and all their petty wealth as nothing more than fuel. The great space stations and their golden towers will burn. The rich will flee, but there will be nowhere left to run. And somehow, Emerald is at the center of it all. She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know how. But the universe—cold, uncaring, and infinite—has chosen her. And whether she likes it or not, she’s about to learn that some things are worth fighting for. That money can’t buy survival. And that in the end, the universe owes her nothing. This is the universe owes her nothing by yours truly. This is for an english project lmao.

One man, one umbrella, one sword. The Hall of a Thousand Heroes buzzes with speculation. A nameless figure, draped in black, moves unseen yet leaves behind whispers of his presence. His eyes, flashing gold and cyan, mark the moment he strikes. "Have you heard? He carries a crimson umbrella, concealing a blade within its frame." "Dressed like that, he must think himself a mystery." "But he is a mystery. Who is he, really?" Meanwhile, deep within the Realm of Evil, the man in black wipes his blade clean before sliding it back into its hidden sheath. His throne awaits, and as he leans into its shadows, a quiet chuckle escapes his lips.

This man had a thing for creating "arty corpses. " Gait of a soldier, calmness of a saint yet temperament of a depraved, he should have been caged. Even the strongest of the alloys would have degraded on his mere sinister glance, carving a path for him to walk free. Yet here he was-- a wandering predator in the light of the day. He soon qualified for bondage by special means. A system created to conscript the prodigies of wickedness, took notice of him. No matter how unwilling, he was under those watchful eyes. But the truth was, he was still above their rules, untamed and unbroken. He began hunting those within the system itself. He became something greater- a favoured entity, a popular character among many. A gap was then created even among those in the system, forging a competitive spirit. But should they dare to risk it all, no matter how fascinating he seemed? None survived to provide feedback on their experience yet the boss let it slide-- for now. This man was indeed special, the boss personally checked him and speculated that there must be a rolling key. Patience might be the only thing that saves you, dear reader......because once you step into his world, escape is no longer an option. * WARNING: GORE content, SLOW BURN ROMANCE. (BL) The story is unpredictable and contains vague instances especially in the initial chapters which might take few chapters to establish the connections. This is my first novel. Apologies.*

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

Having conquered 1000 world's throughout his Immortal life Azathoth is reborn again in the weakest world he had already conquered with a new system different from his previous life... Now he had the Omniversal system in his possession which can summon anyone and anything throughout the Omniverse Read how Azathoth builds his empire from the ground up with conviction and allies from every corner of reality He will do anything to build his power up and conquer his lost worlds again claiming back his title of Multiversal ruler ~WARNING~ Ruthless cold Mc who is intelligent Doesn't Have a bottom line like most Mc's that get disrespected and let it slide, doesn't care about those who are kind to him, To him the weaker world's are like Exp livestock and Inferior beings He will kill anyone no matter age or appearance if they oppose him or show a hint of opposing his absolute rule

everything is going calm in earth suddenly a strange phenomena started occurring many people start disappearing from the Earth some legends tell that a portal is sucking them away. the portal of planet x. it is the biggest legend in the planet Earth The legend of planet x some people believe that in that planet strange creatures/alien lives. and then many people in planet earth started getting strange power those are the people who disappear from the planet Earth at some point. this is the story of an ordinary guy Jasper who just witness his friend that was like his big brother Arayan Matthew suddenly he also got teleported by the portal after few years what will happen to him where will he go and did he able to find his friend follow him on his journey to the planet x hi guys welcome to my new novel The legend of planet eggs support this as you support Predator the night of justice all though I just take a break on Predator the night of justice I will still upload. the chapter I didn't abended my previous project enjoy this work thank you at last English is not my first language so please forgive if I make many mistake there is a slide thing I want to say to. chapter 1 and 2 is quite not well written. so you will see the improvement in writing style from chapter 3. I wrote chapter 1 and 2 in quite rush so you cannotice they are quite fast pace.

Chloe an undercover agent is assigned a difficult task of dealing with Milan.Milan is a Mafia Lord who is known for his evil deeds. Chloe is supposed to get close to him, and make him fall for her. It is a difficult task for her but she has a task of bringing him to justice. Will she succeed or get caught in his web. Dive in to u cover the hidden secrets that will be uncovered,and know Milan's fate. #Contains alarming scenes #Elsie

Shen Yan bersikeras menikahi Fu Hang ini meskipun harus menanggung risiko ditinggalkan oleh keluarga dan kerabatnya. Ia berpikir bahwa setelah tiga tahun, ia akan bisa melelehkan es di hati pria itu. Namun, ketika pria ini menahannya dan memaksa dia untuk berlutut di hadapan keluarganya untuk mengaku pada kesalahan yang tak pernah dia lakukan, Shen Yan menyadari bahwa hati pria itu terbuat dari es. Ketika ia terjatuh ke dalam air bersama kakak ipar perempuannya, Chloe Lindsey, Fu Hang segera melompat ke bawah pada momen pertama dan menyelamatkan Chloe Lindsey. Dia membawa Lin Xing ke rumah sakit sementara Shen Yan, yang tidak tahu cara berenang, hanya bisa menunggu penjaga untuk menyelamatkannya. Anak di dalam perut Chloe Lindsey tidak bisa bertahan dalam cobaan tersebut dan dia mengalami keguguran. Fu Hang membawa Shen Yan ke keluarganya tanpa penjelasan apa pun dan meminta dia untuk berlutut dan mengakui kesalahannya. Matanya di bawah alis yang tajam itu terlihat kejam, seolah-olah dia menusuk pisau ke dalam hati Shen Yan. "Setelah Kakak meninggal, dia hanya meninggalkan seorang anak. Kamu seharusnya tidak membunuh anak ini!" "Aku tidak melakukannya. Dia yang melompat sendiri!" "Kamu tunggu apa lagi? Berlutut dan akui kesalahanmu!" Tiga tahun dalam pernikahannya, Shen Yan yakin bahwa bahkan seekor anjing lebih berharga daripada dirinya di keluarga Fu, apalagi Chloe Lindsey yang benar-benar dicintai Fu Hang. Tepat sebelum salah satu lututnya hendak menyentuh tanah, Fu Hang masih berpikir bahwa Shen Yan akan mengakui kesalahannya. Namun tak disangka Shen Yan perlahan meluruskan badan dan berkata, "Fu Hang, ayo kita bercerai. Saya akan pura-pura bahwa saya memberi makan tiga tahun terakhir ini kepada anjing-anjing. Tidak ada seorang pun yang layak menyia-nyiakan masa mudaku setelah ini!" Oleh karena itu, Shen Yan memutuskan untuk pulang dan menerima warisannya yang bernilai ratusan miliar. Kehidupan yang gemilang menantinya!

Sasha, a reckless event planner with a taste for trouble, throws an exclusive penthouse party that sets her life ablaze. A spilled drink leads to a heated graze of fingers with Julian, a brooding artist whose dark eyes promise heartbreak—and more. But when Lena, Sasha’s fiery ex, crashes their frenzied kitchen kiss, the night explodes into a threesome of tangled lips and forbidden thrills. What starts as a seductive game spirals into a steamy, chaotic web of lust, betrayal, and power no one can control. Julian’s married—to Mara, a cool, calculating temptress who knows every secret and plays her own game. Paint-smeared studio nights, rain-soaked wall-pounding passion, and masked threesomes in hidden alcoves blur the lines between love and obsession. Lena dances through it all, her hips a weapon of revenge, seducing Julian in a pulsing club to wound Sasha, only to crave her more. Mara’s dinners turn to dares, her foot sliding up Sasha’s thigh, her whispers sealing pacts in silk sheets—until jealousy and rage ignite a cabin clash where four bodies collide, boundaries obliterated in a symphony of gasps. From bathroom trysts on cold tiles to ropes biting skin in secluded retreats, Sasha’s caught in a storm of need—Julian’s possessive thrusts, Lena’s defiant grinds, Mara’s subtle dominance. Fury fuels punishing threesomes, solitude stokes self-pleasure, and every reunion teeters on redemption or ruin. As the chaos peaks, Sasha must choose—or surrender to them all. Passion drowns reason, revenge burns hot, and desire redefines everything in a final, decadent night of fragile truce and unrelenting heat. Will Sasha master the madness, or let it consume her?

It all began when the two young adults were aged 14. Their relationship was contracted without their consent. And now, it has caused much damage to James Cooper and Williams Hayles, who were the parents of Chloe Cooper and Wayyt Hayles. These businessmen seem to lose control of their deeds as they try to discontinue their children's romantic relationships. They became the most significant threat of the 21st century as their actions indirectly caused the world to bleed outside whilst their own Worlds became shattered, and they resorted to desperation, which soon swallowed them. It is just a matter of time before we see if what proves destructive will continue to be cherished; when James and Williams are also victims, the lovers who are both billionaire heirs, Chloe and Williams, are not left out. Mysterious. They seek to abandon their relationship, but how well will that work out?