Jorrit Croon Vriendin

"Your options are, either accept your fate and move on to whatever afterlife awaits you, or come with me and live again." Dying was the best thing that ever happened to Sam. After they died in a swimming pool accident, the 23-year-old gender-fluid person met Alpha 7419, aka Alfie, a transmigration system that recruited them in his mission to save the multiverse. Sounds exciting, right? It was for Sam. Not so much for Alfie, who now had to babysit a troublesome host who seemed far more interested in sleeping around than actually completing their assignments. —Excerpt— "You do remember I can read your thoughts, don't you?" the system asked, his voice cracking nervously, hoping that this pervert would have at least some inkling of shame at being caught in her fantasies. He shouldn't have counted on it. Sam grinned wickedly, clearly delighted. Raising her eyebrows and gazing up at him flirtatiously through her thick lashes, she asked, "Hey, what am I thinking now?" The alpha system's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. "N-n-no! I wasn't made to function like that!" "I am a highly advanced AI system!" he insisted, furious, and, he had to admit, slightly frightened by the unfamiliar feeling aroused in him by the image of himself panting and crying out as his knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the sheets. "Hush," Sam crooned at the flustered AI. She grinned wickedly at her soon-to-be partner. "I won't do anything to you that you aren't begging me for on hands and knees." ***ADULT CONTENT WARNING*** This novel contains explicit materials unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Two different worlds, two different personalities, two different people, one soul binding bond. No matter the circumstances, fate continued to constantly push two opposite forces towards each other. Fate had brought them to the water, but would they drink from it was the question *Excerpt* [It's her!. She's the one!.] {No, it cannot possibly be her, I don't accept it, you can be wrong}. [Don't be so hardheaded!. I've been around for centuries and am of certain that she's the one.] {You're saying that this stubborn stripper is...} Karla's voice pulled him vigorously out of his head. "Listen to me, I don't know what the hell you did to these people, but you have two choices. Either I report you all to the LCPD or you let me become a part of your pack." Karla stated, not giving them an easy option. "We have to leave now! The police are getting closer!." Dritan hollered from where he stood, taking a step closer. "Your time is running out." Karla reminded the three of them, as she stared eye to eye with the leader. "Just grab her and let's get the fuck out of here!." Cora yelled, her eyes scanning the area, taking a sweep at alternative exits. Karla grinned at him, a sick grin, one showing that she knew she had an upper hand in the situation. "You're just a stubborn pain in the ass drunk on your own stupidity and simplicity." He crooned unequivocally. In seconds, he swept Karla off her feet, taking both his pack members by surprise. Karla herself was stunned by the sudden turn out of events. She raised up her head, to see a leg flying above her in midair, pointed sharply, and the next thing she saw was utter blankness and darkness. [Stubborn bastard! You just knocked out your mate!.] ********* A sexy chuckle escaped the lips of the boss, puzzling Karla, but not as much as when Mr Grey sat on his office chair legs apart, without noticing she was hiding under his desk!. And to top off the weird tension in the room, Karla had the irresistible urge and an insatiable lust to touch the thick thighs of the man-whore for herself. Her hands moving against her will to get a feel of his meaty thighs!.

"A mirror?" she wondered, rubbing the smooth surface with her slender fingers. "What's so special about it? It looks so ordinary." "Just not a plain mirror," replied the grandfather. His gaze distant, his voice was hoarse as he explained. "It'll change your life to the deepest core. Here, since it is your sixteenth birthday, I'll pass it to you as a present." "How will it change anything?" she retorted, tapping the pristine yet dull surface. "You must be joking! Always prancing about how I need to be more vain, so mean!" "You will see in due time," was the reply. You will see in due time. Just how a single, useless mirror will change your life in many ways unexpected by anyone. Grandfather was indeed correct. An Fei could not help but admit it. The mirror had completely changed her life, just as he had said. Only, was she presented hell, or a new life? Because.... ---------------------------------------------- "My dear wife, I particularly enjoyed those soft cries and croons you prepared last night. Husband wants to eat meat again!" A handsome man dressed in black robes patted her on the back, softly whispering into her ear. That handsome appearance combined with his devilish allure, he would torment her night and day without pause, tethered by a tender string of sweetness. Definitely in hell. No doubt about it! - //Hello! This is another project of mine! This one will be incorporating themes of historical, transmigration, romance, and xianxia themes. Hope you enjoy!

Angels are meant to be divine with power of love and kindness. But can an angel ever get psychotic? Can demonic power spoil a divine being? Can a normal girl handle it ? I present you here the worst parts of your nightmare... a psychotic horror ... mixed with budding romance and a bleeding fantasy... come find out this dreadful destiny between a killer angel and his lovely stalker girl with me... HELLO ! MR. PSYCHIC ANGEL... let's see how this fateful tragedy ends...

"Some ancient call that I’ve heard only in a dream, breathed in whispers and crooned a confusing tongue. It was a melody sung while I slept amidst the trees, the cool feel of the breeze on my backside, and the misty scent of the sea in my nostrils. That dream... it felt like I was there with the voice beneath the water. For the first time in my life, I felt…at peace. "

I felt a strange presence surround my mind and body, enveloping me entirely. "Would you like a second chance?" A voice crooned into the nothingness. I didn't say anything for fear of ruining the moment. But my answer was obvious and clear. Yes. "Well. You'll have it, but don't think it will be easy," I grimaced as I heard the smile in its voice. "After all what fun can come from an easy life?" Get ready to read this exciting story that follows the life of Elizabeth as she is flung into a new world of murder, mystery and romance. She'll confess to everything, you only have to read more to find out what secret will come out next.

*Excerpt*: “Submit.” A soothing, male voice crooned inside the girl’s mind. Ice wrapped around her legs and reached up along her body. With every passing second, her chance of victory slipped further and further from her grasp. “Just relax.” The voice said soothingly. Listening to it was dangerous to the girl. The too familiar voice spoke in time to her heartbeat in phrases she’d heard it say many times before. A shadow passed over her half-frozen body. Looking up, the girl saw the shadowed body of a dragon passing under the sun above her. The dragon’s head was lowered and the she could feel its piercing, demanding gaze on her skin. “You’ve done extremely well but you don’t have to fight so hard.” The voice said. The girl’s eyelids fluttered. She was so cold. Her breathing had slowed considerably as the ice was now at her waist. White mist formed as she exhaled. Fuzzily, she knew she was losing. She’d tried everything, but nothing she could do, none of her magic, could pierce those armor like scale. The voice was wrong. Everything was at stake for her, her heart, her freedom, her life, but she was once again powerless. The dragon swooped low over her head. It’s light blue scale’s glittered beautifully in the afternoon sun. The ice had reached the girl’s chest now. Each breath she drew was laborious and took a herculean effort. “It will be over soon.” The voice crooned softly, “Just rest.” The girl foggily knew that if she caved and relaxed the fight would be over. She wanted to fight; she needed to win, but she was so tired. The dragon landed in front of her. She blinked groggily at it trying to bring her eyes into focus. The dragon watched her expectantly as its ice climbed higher still on the girl’s body. The girl could feel her pulse slowing as she tried to shake her head clear again. She couldn’t the ice had reached her chin. ‘Why?’ she thought fuzzily, ‘how can it end like this?’ She worked so hard, but it hadn’t mattered. Despair choked her as her eyelids drooped and then closed. The ice covered her head as the girl fell into darkness. *** Release rate will be a min of 3 chapters per week! The maturity rating is for the scenes that will come later in the book! It will be necessary! Alicaine Chronicles: Roselyn’s Book is about a woman, Roselyn Knight, trying to prove her worth in a society that views females as commodities. The only path she has open to her is gaining her proficiency at the best school of magic in her world, Alicaine. However, this is a double-edged sword, because as Ro gets stronger, she begins to attract the attention of several males at her school. Her race against time begins. Can she become the best fighter in the school before she loses the freedom that is finally almost in her grasp? Everything is at stake for her, her future, her life, even her heart, and one misstep could spell disaster.

"Hello James", the nightmare crooned. A shiver traveled up his spine as he tried to reason out how the thing knew his name. It took all of his will power to respond, "What are you? Why are you speaking to me?" The creature paused as it stared at him, "You...interest me." * * * * * In the near future a world-wide blackout gives way to a sinister presence. People begin to disappear one by one and despite all efforts of finding the creature, no one has even managed to see what it looks like. Meanwhile on a day like any other, on the other side of the world, 17 year old James Sulman has a dream. Inside it he becomes the first person to lay eyes on the creature, just before he wakes up. When he does everything changes. He finds that he has drawn the abomination all the way to where he lives. Just as soon, he realizes that it's up to him and his friends to find a way to warn everyone before it's too late. There is one crucial question to be considered though: How many will have to be lost before they can succeed?

Destiny calls to farmhand Elara when a mystical stag appears, marking her as the foretold 'Restorer'. Armed with a magical dagger and ancient text, Elara embarks on a dangerous quest to prevent the evil god Malicek from shattering the sundered magical realm. But manipulative sorcerer Roderick has other plans. "Such power, yet so naive..." he croons, as Elara discovers too late his designs to seize her gift. Her magic turned against her, only desperate alliance with a fallen order offers hope of unlocking the prophecy's true meaning before Malicek's nightmare hordes overwhelm the land. Elara must weigh duty and doom on her lonely road, plagued by whispers of "a doom greater than even the Shattered Realm has ever known..." For if she cannot master the secrets in time to redeem the last enchanted strongholds from Malicek's corruption, darkness will eclipse all. The fate of the realm hangs upon the untested shoulders of Elara, farmhand turned Restorer. Will she rise to the challenge fate has set before her? Destiny calls...if only she can find the courage to answer.