Gasp Traduzione

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?

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than gasping wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine’s walls. Pure desperation and sorrow drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood again.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Shadows and heartbeat I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued woman accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. As fragments of their past becomes clearer, Natasha and Drogen must piece together the truth about their connection—a truth that holds the power to either break Drogen's curse or plunge both realms into chaos. With time running out, their choice becomes the key to saving themselves and preserving the fragile balance between the living and the dead. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

Almost five thousand years ago, Selene was the strongest kingdom in the universe, ruled by Cyrus Sol Selene. Rumours had it that he killed his father to take over the throne. Everybody bowed down at his shadow's mere presence. Everyone except her. Nila was King Veer's 15th daughter. Out of his 18 children, she was the least favoured. As King Veer’s kingdom faced an impending attack from Cyrus, he desperately chose to offer Nila as a sacrifice to the werewolf king. How will this marriage turn out to be? Will she find a way to escape the clutches of the werewolf king? Excerpt Nila gasped, her face turning red due to rage and embarrassment ''You cheated! How could you fool me with another identity?'' Cyrus chuckled inching closer to her until her back hit one of the pillars, ''Look who is talking about identity, you thought wearing a wig could hide the fact that you were a woman?''

A new work from the author of 'My Senior Brother is Too Steady', welcome to enjoy it! ------- [Science Fiction Apocalypse Setting + Alone Cultivation Protagonist, Not a Mindless Feel-Good Story] This is a shattered world where human civilization barely gasps for air on a planet ravaged by the Blade Beast catastrophe, the flame of civilization in underground fortresses flickers intermittently, and human elites in space are brewing a final plan to strike back at the Blade Beasts, but the future of humanity is dimly lit by fading stars… "So," a Mahayana Realm expert, who after cultivating alone for one hundred and twenty-five years failed his tribulation and became a Residual Soul in this 'peculiar' world, sighed deeply as he looked up to the sky: "What the hell does this have to do with me?!"

（Warning:Mature content,Raffaele is heavily obsessed with our little bella） Beauty they say is in the eyes of the beholder. Everybody desires beauty and love it. What if it becomes a curse. Bellarosa（Beautiful rose）Romano is the daughter of the cook of the powerful mafia Vincenti family. She has been cared for and looked after since young by the Vincenti family when their eldest son and Don of the family decides to take up her and her mother's responsibility. Bella has always been scared of the Don who criticises her at every mistake she makes. Don Raffaele Vincenti is a man with IED intermittent explosise disoder. An incident of the past led to this disorder of his and only few can calm him down. Raffeale finds himself in a lustful obsession for the little woman who is in his care and with every growing day he desires her like a drug,oxygen and breathe. Bella is terrified by his madness Will she be willing to help him. Secrets get unveiled on the way ～～～～～ Groaning he takes her hand and places it on his buldge his eyes clouded with desire and lust. ''Please Bella,Touch me''Raffaele growls out gasps escaping his lips while tears fall out of Bella's eyes as she tries to retrieve her hand from his grip.

"Mana to breathe, mana to eat, mana to fucking live," Inhale: -0.001 MP… oops! You're out of mana points. (Pay-to-breathe RPG.) Humanity's last walled stronghold. _____ In the world Elio lives, every gasp of air comes at a price. A floating indestructible book for every human, a magical system that turns survival into a pay-to-breathe RPG. Here, poverty isn't just being broke, it's choking. Surrounded by barren land and a sea of monsters on top of it (No water, just literal monsters), each day is a suffocating dance of survival, a balancing act between mana for air and mana for food. In this economy, holding your breath isn't just a game, it's a retirement plan. Driven by desperation (and the city's miserly rulers that don’t cut anyone a break), Elio dives into the Book System’s trials to save his family. Along the way, he unlocks powers he didn’t ask for and starts to figure out... Who he really is. Immerse yourself in an adventure where one young man's stubborn refusal to become a statistic could spark a revolution. Who knew being a pain in the system's rear could change the world? Because in Elio's world, breathing is just the beginning of the revolution and... he's gasping for change. But hey, who said saving the world had to be all doom and gloom? Join Elio as he kicks monster butt, uncovers ancient secrets, and maybe, just maybe, figures out how to grow a tree or two along the way. __________ Warning: May contain traces of world domination, an unhealthy obsession with the periodic table, damage points, progression math, and yes, even a sprinkle of that old "power of friendship" magic. Because sometimes, you need a buddy to help you remember which element does what or even help you calculate those sweet, sweet stats. A quick heads-up: Despite what the cover might suggest, this isn’t a hack-and-slash adventure. Think more along the lines of a turn-based RPG, where strategy and choices matter as much as action. Get ready for a different kind of challenge! If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's our first FL crying and crossing the transparent barrier straight into a pixelated, indistinguishable sea of monsters. Because why not mix emotions with chaos? She's crazy like that! (Not really... or is she?) Discord to check the visuals: https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 I’m still working on it in the little moments I find between writing, editing, making more character images, etc. Little by little, we’ll have a Poked... uh, a full SummonDex! Meanwhile, you can check out the ones on Fandom with their... funny descriptions? Or at least I hope so... orz __________ Post-Win-Win Update: Staying Strong! Hey everyone! First off, thank you for all the support during last month's Win-Win challenge. While we didn’t hit the coveted 1000/1000 goal, getting back to 400 privilege chapters is still a huge accomplishment, and I couldn’t be more grateful. So I still will give away some prizes! Now, let’s address the loot: 4 chapters from the 400 privilege milestone 5 chapters from Legendary Castle gifts = 9 extra chapters Plus, I still owe you 6 chapters from last month, so that’s a total of 15 bonus chapters heading your way! I’ll release them little by little alongside the usual 2 chapters per day. This December, there’s an upcoming chapter-unlock event, and I might have saved a few of these bonuses for that to make it extra special. But don’t worry, every chapter I owe will definitely be delivered! Even though hitting Win-Win status might feel out of reach now, we’re still going strong. Your support means the world to me, whether it’s through privilege, gifts, comments, or just quietly enjoying the story. Thank you for sticking with me and keeping this journey alive! Let’s keep pushing forward together! P.S. Keep an eye out for those extra surprises. You never know when they might drop...

I remember the day I died. There was nothing remarkable about it. Just a cold day, in an enclosed space with an angry husband driven by mindless hatred, and I ended up with a broken neck I lived an unremarkable life. Just a daughter of a dead Baron and a loving, doting wife of an ice-cold husband... if I had another chance, I would make better choices. I would divorce my heartless husband. If only... I thought it was the end, that I would drift off into the dark, never to be heard of again. But then, something strange happened. I appeared in front of the heavenly bodies - three towering figures with piercing gazes, their presence both captivating and intimidating - with them was a second Chance. I was sent back ten years into the past and I was handed a national lottery - a chance to pick a better husband but there is a catch. "You will not remember your husband's face or name, Abigail," the central being said. "But you will remember the pain he inflicted upon you." So, here I am... trying my best not to give my villainous husband a second chance *** Excerpt "Do you want me?" I looked at him as this burst of anger filled me up and threatened to overtake me. "No!" "Would you like to be caught in a compromising position with me? For instance, a kiss…." Before I could make sense of what he was saying, he grabbed me and pushed me against the tree behind us and without giving me a moment to think, he placed his lips against mine. I gasped as soon as his lips touched mine. I can feel his smile against my face. The son of a bitch loved that I was shocked to the bones over his behavior. I wanted to push him away, i meant to until i found myself…still I stood still as he kissed me. For a ruthless man who enjoyed killing and cutting people’s heads off, his lips were soft. I wasn’t expecting that. My Villainous husband's kiss made the lady place in between my legs wet. Book cover is not mine. if owner wants me to take it down, please contact me.

WARNING [R18] "Right now," Zamian whispered, his voice low and sultry, "I'll make sure you only call my name." "Z-Zamian, what are you... what are you doing?" she gasped as he pulled her even closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic force drawing her in. "Shh," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Not yet. Save that voice for later." **** Mira Adams, a 19-year-old girl, ran into the forest to escape the death that the war had brought her. Little did she know, she would meet Zamian Zan, a mysterious stranger who took her in for reasons unknown. She escaped the next day. On her 21st birthday, she finally left the small village after pleading with her grandfather, who agreed for reasons she didn’t understand. Little did she know, she was destined to marry the stranger she had met two years earlier. Zamian, now 23, is a CEO and secretly the king of a hidden kingdom. He marries Mira due to a debt her late father owed him, but that wasn't his only reason—he told her he wanted a child from her, though his true motives remain a mystery to her.

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." 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!

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arms, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents from their realm and was thrown into the human world. The reason? He hadn't given them grandchildren yet.

In the distant and mysterious interstellar world, ancient civilizations have faded like a dying candle in the wind, with shattered ruins and lost traditions lingering only in vague historical records. In this era, Dream Forgers, with their powerful mental abilities, construct dreams and engage in fierce battles with dream beasts, becoming revered figures. They are the spiritual backbone of the interstellar world, weaving dreams that connect people to the distant echoes of past civilizations. Lily, a graduate student in dream studies from Earth, found her fate dramatically altered in an unexpected twist. She was transported into the world of an interstellar romance novel, only to become the tragic side character. Despite possessing mental power, her lack of imagination became her fatal flaw in her quest to become a Dream Forger. During the Dream Forger assessment battle, other competitors showcased incredible creativity, with dreams filled with dazzling starlight and wild beasts galloping through fantastical landscapes. However, Lily could only struggle within the confines of her own mind, ultimately being eliminated for her inability to craft dreams. But the story did not end there. After her elimination, Lily did not succumb to despair; instead, she awakened in the face of adversity. As the curtain rose on the interstellar dream streaming battle, a legendary journey that would the entire interstellar world began. During the Beast Summoning Exam, while other competitors summoned common interstellar pets to engage in standard battles with dream beasts, Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In an instant, a gigantic flying beast appeared out of nowhere, casting a shadow that seemed to cover the entire sky. With its wings spread wide, it looked as though it could tear the universe apart, and with each beat, the winds and clouds shifted. The interstellar audience was left speechless, their gasps of amazement echoing through the air. Lily smiled gently, silently reciting an ancient verse: "The great roc rises with the wind, soaring to ninety thousand miles in a single day." Then, in the vast sea of stars, the mythical creatures Xuanwu and Tengshe emerged, their massive forms churning the waters as if telling the tales of ancient myths. Amidst the swirling clouds, the Azure Dragon weaved through them, sometimes summoning rain and clouds, nourishing the mysterious dream world. And upon an ancient phoenix tree, a phoenix sang loudly, surrounded by fierce flames, its rebirth through fire a magnificent sight that left all who watched in awe. The interstellar people had never witnessed such a strange and culturally rich dreamscape. For a moment, the entire interstellar network erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

From fleeing for your safety and enrolling in a school filled with psychopaths… to being claimed by a deranged alpha prince? Yeah, you’re better off dead. • . • Jules’ life was picture perfect until his entire family got murdered all of a sudden, with him being the only survivor. A savior swooped In because he was still in immense danger, and that led to Jules taking on a new identity and becoming a completely different person overnight— and enrolling into Carnivals, a prestigious all-boys school for all supernatural beings. In Carnivals, monsters lurk the dark hallways and the strong preyed on the weak. You either become a predator or a prey… and from one look at Jules— a boy too pretty for his own good, with a slender and petite build, it was obvious that he was gonna be eaten alive by the predators. Here comes Blaze, a wolf who sends shivers down every predator’s spine in the school, an insanely hot Alpha who was as dangerous and deranged as the rumors claimed. He took one glance at Jules and decided there and then that Jules belonged to him. *** I inched backwards, eyes widening even more as my eyes zeroed in on the smirk tugging at the side of his lips. Blaze never smiled, and whenever he does, it never meant anything good. My heartbeat quickened as I scrambled backwards even more, breath stuttering to a stop as he began to narrow the distance between us. In no time, my back was plastered against the cold wall and that was when it hit me right in the chest that I was cornered and ensnared, like an actual prey… by none other than Blaze, when I had thought my life couldn’t get any worse. He towered over me effortlessly, emitting so much dominance and I had to tilt my head backwards for me to be able to meet his dark eyes, and my breath hitched when our eyes locked. He leaned down and my eyes snapped closed at once as I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. I’ve heard all the horrifying, endless rumors about him. He was an Alpha Prince whose presence someone like me should never be in. When I felt the tip of his cold nose glide over the length of my throat, my mouth fell open to release a startled gasp. He dragged in a long, audible breath and I felt a shiver rattle down my spine as I grew even stiffer, confusion clouding my mind. What was happening? Why was he doing this out of nowhere? Oh my gosh… he really was a deranged alpha like everyone says! *** THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as: - Bullying. - Drug use. - Smut [a whole lot of it.] - Violence. - Harem [not between the main characters.] So… proceed with caution, you’ve been warned! *I don’t own the rights to the cover!

“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered. “Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.” “Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of what he was into. “Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.” **** For Becca, going to Miami brought up old childhood memories with her best friend, Tally. She needed the break after a rough year attending Yale and a break-up with her boyfriend, Chad. She didn’t expect for her summer of fun to include sleeping with James, the Italian Stallion–Tally’s father. Knowing it’s wrong, she allows James to pull her into a vortex of pleasure that has her breaching the surface of reality and grasping for survival. Can Becca endure this pleasure without Tally finding out? Or will her secrets cause her world to crash around her? Submitting to My Best Friend’s Dad is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

[This is a Step-Mother Romance story with a bunch of spice here and there, so if you're not into anything taboo I suggest you ignore this book] My life with my seven mothers was going perfectly well...That is, until one day my true mother desired to barge into my life like an unapologetic storm and reveal some shocking secrets about me and my mothers that would forever change my life.  "What?! You're actually a Goddess, Mom?!...And one of the most powerful ones that exist?!" I gasped as I heard about the shocking fact about my true mother, who gave birth to me. "You're kidding?!..The seven women who I all call 'Mom' and who have taken care of me since birth are all your Valkyries?!" My knees went weak as my mother didn't let me rest and revealed another truth about my mothers. "And as your son, I have the opportunity of sitting on the Throne of the Universe if I complete a trial that's considered impossible even by the Gods above." I said in awe as I thought about the opportunity that was presented before me and then asked what exactly this 'impossible task' was. "W-What?...Did you just say that the only way I can ascend to become a True God is if I make all seven of my mothers fall for me, their only son, and also make them give a boatload of grandchildren for you?" I slowly asked in utter disbelief as I couldn't believe that I actually had to steal the hearts of the same woman, who'd been treating me as their beloved son since my birth. To turn all seven of my mothers into the mothers of my children...Just what sort of turn has my already bizarre life taken? •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No Blood Related Relationships - No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - Wholesome - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - Slow Paced - No unnecessary Drama - Finally a very competent protagonist]

VOLUME 1 IS SLOW! VOLUME 2 IS ISEKAI! The protagonist is no ordinary anti-hero; he wields a unique power that allows him to traverse two worlds—each more dangerous and alluring than the last. In one world, he's a pirate captain ruling the dangerous Sea of Calamity, filled with monsters, different laws of Physics and power-hungry foes. In the other, he walks among gods and mythical beings, scheming to rise to their level and ultimately claim the throne of divinity for himself. His journey is a relentless ascent to power in both realms, leaving nothing but chaos and destruction in his wake—pirate crews obliterated, navies crushed, and even gods themselves kneeling before him. But don't be fooled by the allure of power; an evil entity stalks him across all three worlds, threatening to end him for reasons unknown. **Warning:** Even if you're not a fan of harem or R18 novels, this story will grip you from the very 30th chapter. Expect to find yourself on a rollercoaster of emotions—laughing, crying, and gasping in shock as the protagonist's journey unfolds. Yes, there are R18 scenes, but they are seamlessly built into the narrative, enhancing the depth of the story rather than detracting from it. These scenes are rare, appearing only a few times per 100 chapters, ensuring that the focus remains on the story itself. -Mass Release Info- - 1x Massage Chair = 1 chapter - 1x Dragon = 4 chapters - 1x Castle or Spaceship = 10 chapters + character insert Get ready for a story that will consume you, leaving you craving more with every swipe of the page.

“Why did you run away from me?” Avery’s breath caught in her throat. That voice—it was familiar. She looked up, her heart pounding, her eyes narrowing as her mind pieced it together. With shaking hands, she reached up and pulled the mask from his face. Prince Adrian’s sharp features were illuminated in the soft glow of the moonlight. His expression was unreadable, but his intense gaze bore into her, searching for answers. Avery gasped, taking a step back. “Prince Adrian…” she stammered. “I—” “You ran,” he interrupted softly, his voice calm but filled with an undercurrent of emotion she hadn’t expected. “You rejected me and fled. Why?” Avery looked into his eyes, her mind racing. The prince, the very same character she had written to be cold, calculating, and utterly uninterested in Celeste, was now standing before her, asking why she had run away from him. Her thoughts were in chaos. None of this made sense. How could he feel this way about her? Celeste was never meant to be his choice. It was supposed to be Evelisse. *** After the successful debut of her bestselling book, Avery Clarke faced a tragic death that transmigrated her into one of the characters of her book. Was she the protagonist or the heroine of the novel? Hell, no. Avery was none other than the villainess, Lady Celeste Duvernay. However, there’s a twist. Prince Adrian, who was supposed to marry the love of his life, Evelisse while Celeste suffered them, broke off his engagement with Evelisse and announced his proposal to marry Celeste instead.  Avery didn’t want to accept that fate but she had no choice, the game of royalty was so strong to escape. With a new resolution, Avery made her own choice… she would marry prince Adrian but what was her goal… to make him hate her like he did in the book and reconcile with his betrothed love, Evelisse.

" Bryan!" Veronica shouted through the crowd, it seemed like the whole school had come outside to see the famous country six (C6) boys. The girls gasped when their eyes landed on the boys, six boys actually running the school, Veronica herself wondered how her friend was coming out from an extra ordinarily expensive car with expensive clothing on. Back in her old town he used to wear normal clothes with them even though he came in an expensive black car that day, he didn't look this way...... He looked glorified in his white shirt and sea blue trousers matching his baby blue irises with white sneakers. His hair was combed to it's normal length covering his forehead and slightly glowed under the sun bringing into view it's golden blonde colour and Veronica's jaws dropped at the sight. She had promised her mom to forget about the feelings she had for her friend, couldn't she be a little selfish to pray to have him as well even after he helping her get into school and all that! She shook her head and focused on getting his attention. Waving her hands and calling his name annoyed him the most, as if a forever he turned to look in her direction and his eyes widened for a while before he frowned at her and all eyes looked at his direction to see who he was looking at. " What the hell! Who is she? She doesn't even fit in here! Yeah haven't seen her before..." One said followed by another and another. They held disgusted expressions on their faces, even Bryan and the only one with an unchanged expression was the white haired guy standing at the left side of Bryan. The girls came at Veronica with a bigger frown, they treated her like shit! Bryan stared down at her without saying anything and it even got worst when he turned around to leave the crowded place behaving like he had never seen her before like he was not the one who brought her there......

Ara Jeon is a survivor, but the shadows of her past refuse to let her go. Haunted by recurring nightmares of a horrific night she can't forget, she wakes up gasping for air, her mind trapped in a cycle of pain and fear. In these dreams, a mysterious woman in red looms, mocking her suffering and holding answers Ara desperately needs. Ara Jeon was once a talented and bright young woman, with dreams of becoming a successful artist and model. However, a traumatic event at 17 caused her to retreat from her dreams and the world she once loved. At 20, Ara meets Taehyun Park, a kind and understanding man who slowly brings hope back into her life. Despite the emotional scars of her past, Ara finds herself opening up to Taehyun and rediscovering her passion for art and life. Unfaced Husband is a heartfelt story of healing, resilience, and love as Ara learns to face her past and embrace a future with Taehyun by her side.

The young woman woke gasping for air in a hospital bed, unsure as to where she lay or who she was. Not your typical story of amnesia though, memories float on the edges, as if taunting her- being kept from her. With the help of a strange man, she begins her life anew, enrolling in an academy for people who have died and come back from beyond, such as herself. Navigating the unknown both in her own head and around her, will Lynx find herself in a sea of corpses or freeing herself from shackles that she cannot remember the origin of? Heedless of her own struggle, life goes on; and rising tensions between humanity and demon kind cause struggles and skirmishes left and right- will Lynx, a young new demon, decide that there is no place for her in such a struggle as one who has only just BECOME a demon? Or, is she the perfect candidate to step in and attempt to broker peace? https://discord.gg/8gEyAfYt8j PSA; YURI/GxG INVOLVED PSA; COVER IS JUST A PLACEHOLDER OF AN ANIME GIRL NAMED LYNX UNTIL I HAVE MY OWN ART PRODUCED, IT WAS IN MY FILES AS LYNX.JPG

[Note: The novel has been moved to 'Seven Mothers: All Seven Of My Mothers Are Heavenly Goddesses?!', so you can continue reading there for regular updates] My life with my seven mothers was going perfectly well...That is, until one day my true mother desired to barge into my life like an unapologetic storm and reveal some shocking secrets about me and my mothers that would forever change my life.  "What?! You're actually a Goddess, Mom?!...And one of the most powerful ones that exist?!" I gasped as I heard about the shocking fact about my true mother, who gave birth to me. "You're kidding?!..The seven women who I all call 'Mom' and who have taken care of me since birth are all your Valkyries?!" My knees went weak as my mother didn't let me rest and revealed another truth about my mothers. "And as your son, I have the opportunity of sitting on the Throne of the Universe if I complete a trial that's considered impossible even by the Gods above." I said in awe as I thought about the opportunity that was presented before me and then asked what exactly this 'impossible task' was. "W-What?...Did you just say that the only way I can ascend to become a True God is if I make all seven of my mothers fall for me, their only son, and also make them give a boatload of grandchildren for you?" I slowly asked in utter disbelief as I couldn't believe that I actually had to steal the hearts of the same woman, who'd been treating me as their beloved son since my birth. To turn all seven of my mothers into the mothers of my children...Just what sort of turn has my already bizarre life taken? •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No Blood Related Relationships - No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - Wholesome - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - Slow Paced - No unnecessary Drama - Finally a very competent protagonist]

Reborn as the adored daughter of a duke, Leticia seems to have it all: love, friendship, and wealth—until a mysterious girl shatters her world, stealing everything she holds dear. Consumed by jealousy and betrayal, Leticia’s desperate actions lead to her tragic death. "Thank God," she whispers with her last breath, "at least now I can sleep peacefully." But when Leticia wakes again, she’s horrified to find herself in the past, with no desire to live or to be loved. "No... This can't be real," she gasps, her heart racing. "I don’t want to live through this again. I can’t." Haunted by the future she knows is coming, Leticia feels only despair. She wants neither revenge nor to reclaim her old life; all she craves is an escape from her fate—a way to die peacefully without reliving the pain that once destroyed her. "Just let me go," she mutters, her eyes hollow. "I don’t want to fight anymore." Can Leticia break free from her tragic cycle, or is she doomed to repeat her suffering?

Ara Jeon is a survivor, but the shadows of her past refuse to let her go. Haunted by recurring nightmares of a horrific night she can’t forget, she wakes up gasping for air, her mind trapped in a cycle of pain and fear. In these dreams, a mysterious woman in red looms, mocking her suffering and holding answers Ara desperately needs. Ara Jeon was once a talented and bright young woman, with dreams of becoming a successful artist and model. However, a traumatic event at 17 caused her to retreat from her dreams and the world she once loved. At 20, Ara meets Taehyun Park, a kind and understanding man who slowly brings hope back into her life. Despite the emotional scars of her past, Ara finds herself opening up to Taehyun and rediscovering her passion for art and life. Unfaced Husband is a heartfelt story of healing, resilience, and love as Ara learns to face her past and embrace a future with Taehyun by her side.

In a world where the forces of good and evil are locked in an eternal struggle, a decisive battle unfolds on a sunlit battlefield. On one side, the humans stood in disciplined rows, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, banners fluttering in the wind. On the other side, a lone figure in a dark robe, eyes glowing red, and a crazed smile on his face, stood defiantly. "Devil, surrender now or face our wrath!" the leader of the human army commanded. The so-called devil remained silent, raising his hand and beckoning them with a taunting gesture. "Come get me," his motion seemed to say. That was the signal. The army charged forward, weapons raised, determined to vanquish the evil before them. But as the battle commenced, it quickly turned into a one-sided massacre. The devil moved with terrifying speed and power, cutting down soldiers left and right. The cries of the fallen filled the air, and those at the back, seeing the hopelessness of their fight, turned and fled in panic. "Running away, are we?" the devil sneered. "Don't think you'll escape alive!" He pursued them relentlessly, his massacre unceasing until only the leader remained, standing amidst the carnage. "You truly are a devil," the leader gasped, his voice trembling. "I am not the devil," the figure replied, his voice cold and menacing. "I am Blackheart." With that, Blackheart seized the leader's head and, with a gruesome twist, tore it from his body. Holding the severed head aloft, he shouted to the heavens, "Are you going to keep watching, oh 'god,' or do I need to do more to get your attention?" His crazed smile never wavered as he awaited a response from the silent sky. --------------------------------------------------------- Will the god respond to Blackheart's taunt, or will the world be left to face his wrath alone? What is Blackheart's true purpose, and why does he seek the attention of the divine? Can anyone stand against Blackheart's overwhelming power, or is humanity doomed to fall before him? Find out in THE DEVIL'S SUCCESSOR SYSTEM

Halsey witnessed the deaths of her mother and brother, her father unable to bear it, passed away in grief. The pack all believed it was Halsey's fault, causing them to lose a powerful beta, her father, so she was shunned and became an omega，and faced all kinds of bullying. Halsey hoped that by the time she turned 18, she would be able to sense her own wolf, so that a mate could possibly appear and she could escape her current predicament. Surprisingly, Halsey discovered that the Alpha was her destined mate, but the disparity in their status caused the Alpha to waver between her and his lover, causing Halsey great heartache. Halsey inherited her family's heirloom, a necklace that gave her powerful abilities, enabling her to grow rapidly. However, what filled her with despair was the gradual realization that there was more to the mysterious deaths in her family, and somehow connected to her uncle who had already become a beta. Halsey desired to uncover the truth, but her omega status placed restrictions at every turn. Despite this, her alpha mate chose to steadfastly stand by her side, supporting and protecting her. *** "How-how do you like your women Alpha?. She asked timidly. He smirks at this. "Curious are we?". he asks, his fingers tracing the curve of her delicate waist. Taking the coffee she had brought to serve him, he answers in a slow seductive manner. "How do I like my women? The way I like my coffee. Black and sealed in a bag that is airtight. Also, stored in the deep freezer". his eyes never leaving mine, I gasp as he pressed the cold metal of his coffee cup on my nape. "And you-your milk delivery? Across the front or the back" "I wouldn't mind taking it from the back." he whispers in her ear, his tongue livking her earlobe. "Alpha- I have work to do." she complains. " How are you not tired? You have been engaged in a naked marathon in my head all day. My sweet Omega".

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

"Tickled Tales: Laughter at Every Turn" is a collection of hilariously absurd short stories packed with outrageous characters, unexpected twists, and laugh-out-loud moments. From disastrous coffee runs to misadventures in everyday life, each tale is a rollercoaster of comedy guaranteed to leave readers grinning, giggling, and gasping for breath!

“Do you think this is the right time for this?! Something's wrong with Kiergan!” They both sharply turned to look at me, and a loud gasp escaped their lips. My body was jerking like there were a couple of naked wires passing through me, causing a shock with my eyes rolled to the back, while I was being transformed into what has been lurking around— A werewolf. “Jesus Christ! What the heck is this?!” My Dad shouted. _______ Kiergan was just a typical schoolboy— until the day his story was rewritten forever. Entangled with the realm of werewolves and historical magic, he struggles to accept the reality of a changed identity. The Moon Goddess has bestowed him with a mission, which would decide his fate, and that of his newfound Pack. However, as Kiergan journeyed on this menacing quest, he discovered a truth that threw him off the balance— a truth that is forbidden, and yet necessary. Now, Kiergan is faced with a difficult choice; should he continue with the disturbing quest, knowing fully well the danger behind it, or begin a new journey to become a human again?

Twelve Tales Of Lust: A Dozen Cocks & Cunts - Series, Book 1. “Tell me, who owns this dripping needy p***y?” he growled, driving her wild with his fingers, her legs shaking as the pleasure hit hard “Answer me, Lina!” “You…” she cried ecstatically. “Not good enough.” He grunted, pushing her skirt higher and landing a stinging smack that made her gasp. “Say it like you mean it.” “You… you own every inch of it, Daddy. Please… please don’t stop.” He’s the alpha—dangerous, untouchable, and whispered to be gay because he’s refused to take a Luna. Forced to go undercover as a professor at the prestigious college he owns, he never expected to be consumed by the fiery, irresistible new student who walked into his class. What he doesn’t know is that she’s on a mission—to kill him. To her, he’s the dangerously sexy professor whose touch left her aching for more after their first forbidden encounter. To him, she’s the seductive temptress he can’t get out of his mind—the one with the curves that drive him mad with lust. But as their passion ignites into something uncontrollable, neither realizes the deadly secrets they’re hiding are about to explode. Once their true identities are revealed, will it destroy them both, or fuel an even more dangerous desire?