Lower Jaw Trembling Anxiety

[ Disclaimer: This book is very dark. Sensitive soul abstain. The protagonist is of the worst kind. It's just a fictional story, if it bothers you, past your way, don't come and insult me in the comments.] *** Raphael's heart skipped a beat, while Celest, unable to contain his fear, trembled in place, on the verge of giving in to panic. Linfer, however, observed them all with absolute detachment. In his eyes, their movements seemed slow, very slow. Even Luciel, moving at a speed close to that of light, appeared frozen in time. With a simple flap of his wings, Linfer floated on the surface of the sea of blood, indifferent to the slowness of those around him. His dark claws gleamed slightly as he raised his index finger to his forehead, where an Omega symbol was etched into his flesh. The symbol shimmered, emitting a terrifying aura, as a drop of black blood slowly emerged, suspended in mid-air. Silence enveloped the scene. In a barely audible whisper, yet resonating throughout the ninth heaven, " [Ashkharsh: All Red]" The drop of black blood finally fell. As it touched the surface of the bloody sea... Psychopath, hedonist, hemophage, Linfer, known as the Blood Devil, brought about Armageddon for humanity. His strength was such that it shook the most powerful beings. But his impulsiveness drew the attention of the Tree of Tao... transmigrating to an earlier time... "Young Master Bai! The Devourer has left traces in a kingdom of the lower plane!" "Gather the inner disciples! As servants of Tao, we must purge this evil, even if it means sacrificing ourselves!" "The younger generation is truly fortunate to have you!" "That's true~" A slight smile spread across his face. **** #romance #Smut #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

Emily Carter has always lived in the background—silent, invisible, and afraid to take up space. Social anxiety keeps her isolated, and a broken home makes her believe she’s unlovable. Then comes Ryan Mitchell. Loud, confident, and impossible to ignore. "You don’t have to hide from me, Emily." "I’m not hiding." "Then let me see you." He sees her when no one else does. He stays when she pushes away. But healing isn’t easy, and neither is trusting someone to catch you when you fall. It is a slow-burn, heartwarming story about love, healing, and finding the light even in the darkest places.

In his previous life, he’d been a nameless face among the crowd, unnoticed and seemingly unimportant. A weak, struggling young man, plagued by anxieties and the weight of an ordinary life filled with failures. That life had ended abruptly—an unforeseen bus accident, a flash of light, and then… nothingness and a new hell wait's him

// Feed… Devour… CLAIM! // Nine clenched his jaw as the system’s whispers slithered into his mind. His gaze locked onto her—burning, aching, starving—as he swallowed hard. // Indulge, Saint. And you shall fulfill… // His hands trembled. His breath turned ragged. "Shit." The Saint’s Codex was never a blessing. It was a curse—a cruel balance between power and damnation. To resist meant weakness. To indulge meant corruption.

Modern medical genius Lin Wanqing transmigrates to ancient times, awakening the "Medical Soul Realm" and "Wheel of Fate." With godly healing, fate-altering, and illusion-shattering powers, she rises from a chubby outcast to a peerless healer. Crushing her vile stepsister Lin Xue’er, thrashing family foes, and teaming with icy General Zhao Xuan to conquer the "Nine幽 Medical Tomb," she unravels jaw-dropping secrets. Mind-blowing twists, sweet romance, and pure exhilaration!

In the ancient times when gods and demons ruled the world, countless legacies were left behind. Young Qin Chen acquired the Supreme Devouring Scripture, which allowed him to consume the heritages of gods and demons, comprehend thousands of magical laws, and become a supreme sovereign. The day when my Devouring God clan returns, will be the day that these myriad worlds tremble!

The orphan Chen Ziyang from Lower River Village, raised on food from a hundred families, was later adopted by the old Divine Doctor in the village. He learned the "Divine Dragon Controlling Phoenix Technique" and embarked on a monstrous and legendary life.

Five hundred years later, a superhuman talent cultivated by the state perished during a mission, and his soul transmigrated, taking possession of the body of a young master from a prominent family who suffered from an anxiety disorder. From that moment on, his extraordinary life began, spanning across various fields such as business and medicine. Wherever he set foot, others could only look up to him.

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

Death followed Achilles like a plague. Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this world. About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes! [Achilles Maxwell] [Assimilation]:: - [Existence Corruption Value]:: 0% [Complexity]:: Negligible A simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless!

After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX

[Cover art is AI-generated, credits to webnovel] "You journal? That's silly" His laugh made my jaw tick, here we go again with people telling me the things I enjoy doing are 'Childish' or 'Silly'. I closed the book and stood up, my hair coming undone as the band snapped. Great, just great. My phone buzzed as I walked away, my name being yelled by the prick behind me. The screen read 'Eudora'. I hesitated before picking and placed it next to my ear waiting for her to speak. I wish I didn't...pick up the phone.

A group of Spec Ops operators are saved from the jaws of death by the intervention of the Supreme Law of Time. After waking from a coma, the team's leader finds himself bound to an alien symbiote. And thanks to the symbiote, the team is thrust into the hidden world of Will awakeners; individuals who use their Will to harness superhuman abilities. As if that wasn't bad enough, the team accidentally uncover a conspiracy by a powerful shadow organisation which then puts them in the central position in the fight against the organisation and their nefarious plans for the world. Thus, begins the journey of the Soldiers chosen by Time!

The only red nine-tailed fox in the world was born with an unfortunate fate. With her mother under suspicion of using magic tricks to bewitch her father, she became the shame of the illustrious royal family and was sent to be fostered in the Lower Realm. This is the story of the red nine-tailed fox, Lian Yu, of her various lives, her love, and her heartaches.

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

Growing up is hard, but when dreams start blending into reality, it becomes even more complicated. Caught between the pressure of exams, expectations, and a life that feels like a never-ending race, a teenager begins experiencing dreams that feel too real to ignore. As the lines between fantasy and reality blur, hidden emotions—fear, anxiety, hope, and rebellion—rise to the surface. Is this a dreamlike escape from the overwhelming stress, or a deeper truth waiting to be uncovered? A journey through teenage struggles, self-discovery, and the weight of expectations, this story captures the raw emotions of youth in a world where dreams refuse to stay just dreams.

Millions of years ago, Jiang Tian stood at the peak of all existence, revered as the Tenth Heaven Dao Sovereign. Just one step away from True Immortality, he was unmatched, his name echoing across countless realms. Yet, at the pinnacle of his power, he was betrayed. His most trusted disciple, the woman he loved, and his closest allies conspired against him, sealing him within the Eternal Time Cage, erasing his existence from history. They believed he would be forgotten, that time itself would consume him. But they were wrong. Jiang Tian did not perish. He endured. He transcended. Now, after millions of years, he has returned—reborn in the body of a young man from a lower world. His cultivation may be gone, but his will remains absolute. The heavens will tremble. The stars will fall. And those who once betrayed him… will beg for death. This time, there will be no mercy.

They call him Ling A’Xian, a hostage prince, a pawn in a war he never asked for. But that is not his name. Not truly. Han Ziyao-- a name whispered in the void, a past too distant to grasp… and a love that refuses to fade. In a world where fate is rewritten with every life he steps into, Han Ziyao has long abandoned the illusion of control. He transmigrates without warning, wakes in unfamiliar bodies, and plays whatever role the universe demands of him. But amidst shifting identities and fractured timelines, one thing remains constant—him. And the man who always finds him. Tonight, that man is the Crown Prince. And Ling A’Xian is pressed against a glazed partition, his breath unsteady as gloved fingers trace the curve of his jaw. “Running again, A’Xian?” The prince’s voice is velvet and steel, his golden eyes unreadable in the candlelight. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy being caught.” A’Xian exhales sharply, forcing a smirk despite the way heat surges within his stomach. “And I’m beginning to think you enjoy the chase.” The prince hums, his grip tightening just enough to make A’Xian’s pulse stutter. “Perhaps. But tell me…” He leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over A’Xian’s lips. “What will you do when there’s nowhere left to run?” A’Xian doesn’t answer. He can’t. Not when the prince’s gloved hand is slipping lower, not when the space between them is vanishing, not when he’s dangerously close to forgetting that this isn’t love—it’s obsession. And yet, as soft lips brush against his throat in a mythical promise, he wonders if, in this life, he’ll be the one to break first. Because some bonds, no matter how many lifetimes pass, are never meant to be severed.

I am Amauri Howards, a graduate with a degree in social studies. On my way to work, I experienced a strange event that seemed to constantly contrast between luck and misfortune. In the end, that strange event caused me to transmigrate to another world! My soul transferred into the body of a young man from a lower class background. Will this transmigration bring me happiness? Or will I be tormented by fate?

At the Westlake University, Eleanore Salvacion and Santiago Alcaraz have spent years at war-academic titans, intellectual equals, and sworn enemies. They're obsessed with outscoring each other, pushing harder, being better. The rivalry is their everything-until it starts turning into something else. Because if they're supposed to hate each other, then why does Ellie notice the way Sanjo's jaw clenches when she beats him on an exam? Why does Sanjo feel a sick sort of thrill every time she glares at him in a lecture hall? And why does their rivalry feel less like competition and more like foreplay? First, it was grades. Then, it was bodies. Now, it’s something far worse—because rivalry has a way of bleeding into obsession. And no matter how many times they try to walk away, the effect remains: they are each other’s greatest competition… and their greatest downfall. [18+]

Luca, a lazy abyss demon, accidentally devours a lost soul from a lower realm. Curious about the lower realms, he seek out a relative who sends him to this world to live out this life. Demons had longs lives anyways, spanning over thousands of years. For Luca, this journey would only be a small blip in his life. The only problem was, he didn’t know he had now entered the plot of a dropped fanfic WebNovel and a regressor prince now seeks him out for one thing and one thing only. Marriage and love. ———————————— Simple, lazy, powerful seme x scheming, black hearted, obsessive bottom [ Two Main Leads ] I am writing this for fun, don’t take it seriously. thanks.

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it. Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape. "You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please," I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart. He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas. "Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing." Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me. "You're my alpha, where else would I be?" he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise. My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go. - General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace. **** STOP!!!! HERE IS 9 REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS A SHOT 1. Omegaverse 2. The Alpha is a greenflag. 3. Fluff, and cheesey cliche romance. 4. Faceslapping and revenge. 5. Smut, with no dubcon or noncon. 6. OP husband. 7. Really cliche plot honestly. Those historical manhwas but make it gay. 8. The omega/bot is not a pushover. 9. I'm asking you give it a shot please.

Victor had time-traveled into a cultivation world when he realized he had agreed to a life-and-death duel with the Child of Destiny, who had recently been rejected in a marriage proposal. Trembling with fear, he thought his savior had arrived when his system awakened. However, the system's first task was for Victor to enhance his cultivation, give his all, and unlock the Child of Destiny's potential, only to die in the duel. Confronted with two deadly options, Victor first sent cultivation techniques and elixirs to the Child of Destiny. After delivering them, he immediately found that he had mastered the techniques he had just sent...

What secrets lie in the blood of a man who bargained with monsters? Devon Fiore believed he inherited only two things from his mafia grandfather: a scar beneath his jaw and enemies eager to kill him over unpaid debts. Until an impossible act of cruelty—a forest growing in the heart of Brooklyn, trees whispering in dead languages—dragged him into an ancestral game, where entire civilizations are pawns and gods bet in silence. Here, there are no written rules. Only shadows of a forgotten pact binding the Fiores to the Eon Devourers, entities that feed on realities. To survive, Devon must rely on the only skills he knows: manipulate, fight, betray, and unravel the hidden threads weaving the multiverse. But every truth he uncovers brings him closer to a lethal question: Was his grandfather an accomplice… or a sacrifice?

Sylas Reinhart, a lower noble exiled after his family’s downfall. Now branded a traitor and exiled to Eldrosia, with his new awakened power, “The Codex”, He is forced to survive in the land of exiled, mana-beasts, and forgotten ruins. Sylas hones his strength, uncovering truths about his lineage, Velmora darkest secrets, and more.

Lil Lisa was on the brink of marrying Gu Sheng, a billionaire infamous for his ruthless reputation and chilling rumors that surrounded him—specifically, whispers that he had assassinated four of his fiancees, leaving a trail of fear in his wake. His icy glare and unyielding demeanor had earned him a notorious status, causing many to tremble at the mere mention of his name. On their wedding day, after the celebration had settled into an uneasy silence, Lisa turned to him, her heart pounding, and boldly said, "Let's get a divorce." Her voice trembled with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. Gu Sheng met her words with an unsettling calm, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that left her breathless. "Stop talking about divorce," he stated evenly, each word laced with an authority that sent a chill down her spine.

"Lucifer," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screams that filled the air. The metallic scent of blood choked her senses as she watched him move—slicing through bodies like they were nothing, his every movement precise, merciless. Blood splattered across his face, darkening the sharp edges of his jaw, but his eyes... his eyes were what made her breath hitch. They weren’t the same warm brown she had once drowned in. They burned with an untamed rage, cold and soulless. And then they found hers. Green met fire. Tears clung to her lashes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But Alessio Moretti—Lucifer himself—froze the second he saw her. Angel D’souza had been the wrong girl to be ***napped, just a mistake. But somehow, she had become his undoing. The man she had fallen for, the man who had made her feel safe in the darkest of nights, was now standing before her, bathed in crimson, the monster whispered about in nightmares. Her heart pounded. Was this who he truly was? Had she fallen for a lie? He took a step forward, his blade still dripping, his expression unreadable. She took a step back. He noticed. His jaw clenched, something desperate flashing across his face, but she didn’t wait. She turned—heart racing, mind screaming at her to run. But could she ever truly escape him? Would he let her? Or worse… did she even want to?

“Nooooo!!!” Balah jolted awake, his body trembling as he found himself sprawled on the cold, icy floor. In this vast cosmic world, where Rakshasas rarely break a sweat, Balah—the outcast who could not wield the dark arts of ‘Tantra’—was now anxiously looking down to see if he had wet his pants. For the first time in his life, he noticed the faint Trishul stigma on his head glowing with an otherworldly, celestial force. Determined to rewrite the prophecy etched into his fate, the lone wolf of Rakshasa is about to embark on an epic journey—to claim the powers of the ‘Ashta Siddhis’ as his own.

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)

He was never defeated. He was never sealed. He simply lost interest… A being so powerful that even gods erased him from history. A force so absolute that time itself refused to remember. But now, something has changed. The Forgotten One has stirred. His generals awaken. His decree is spoken. The gods—those who thought themselves eternal—tremble. But the end has only begun. ---