Fucking Voice

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

I’m Darius Moonlight, the bastard son of a rich noble family who used to live it up fucking whores and drinking myself stupid ‘til sunrise, or at least that used to live before i noticed i reincarnated with the memories of a previous life. And guess what? I woke up inside a godawful story I once read… as this very same character. But i'm not following the plot in a million years. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna bang every last villainess the dumbass MC killed! That’s right! If the protagonist slaughtered all the hot, badass side villain girls just to be a righteous prick, then I’ll spend this second life claiming them one by one. Why? BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE THE AUTHOR.

In the tale of history and the shrouds of darkness , who was watching ?, who was calling? The Voices of the unseen watching from the rifts awaiting their time of calamity. In the Shadow of the gods and monsters , nestled between nations lies a placed not marked on any official map, A place known only to those who need it most. They call it the House of Red-Hill To the mundane, it's a charitable home for war orphans and lost children. A quiet estate just beyond the edge of the Nation of Aegis , run by a woman once hailed as the brightest mind but Red-Hill is no sanctuary . beneath its warm halls and shared meals , the children are trained in silence, secrecy, and survival. They are taught not to pray but to act, to kill , to protect. Each child is raised to not just face the monsters lurking in the shadows but to be bought , licensed, and employed by those afraid to relay on divine mercy alone. Some call it salvation, Others call it exploitation. But to the children of Red-Hill, its just home. And every night , when the rifts groan , they lie awake in their beds.... waiting for their next assignment.

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death. But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life. ... Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people. Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish... [Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

In an era of global awakening of supernatural abilities, Lin Tianming awakens his SSS-level talent. He thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, only to overhear the heartfelt thoughts of his school beauty girlfriend who hates him to the core. [Lin Tianming, you didn't expect me to be reborn, did you? In my previous life, you let me down. In this life, I will not be fooled by your sweet words again!] Having a reborn girlfriend who is merely putting on a show is already troublesome enough, but little does he know, there's more than one person he has wronged. At this moment, each of them is on their way to find him! -------------------------- Features elements of Lovecraftian horror, with themes of inner demons, corruption, genetic ascension, mechanical ascension, and psionic ascension emerging in the later stages.

"It's already 12:30 a.m., thirty minutes past midnight and I still can't locate the fucking grave. Just how deep did these assholes bury her? Were they trying to hide a body or dig to the Earth's core? I know, I know. You're probably wondering what the hell a woman in her late twenties is doing in a cemetery, covered in dirt, and digging up graves like it's a normal Friday night. And no, I'm not a gravedigger............" I had three fucking rules. Just three. And sure, no problem with the undead—until me and my brilliant fucking stupidity decided to break every single one. **Rule one**: Don’t remove the necklace. **Rule two**: Don’t talk to him. **Rule three**: For the love of all things holy—don’t open the fucking cage. Simple, right? Apparently not. I shattered them. One by one. Like an idiot playing with a loaded gun. And now? The most dangerous vampire in existence is free. Two others are hot on my tail. And I have no idea what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.

Sadly, skydiving with a bitchy girl had consequences . Cid fell. And died. But death wasn't the end. He opened his eyes... no, he didn't. Because he couldn't. Cid had being reincarnated blind... and abandoned. Dropped into a world where wars and raw power were the only laws. A world where a single person could armies... where Colossals drank rivers, shattered mountains, and trampled nations. And Cid? Just a random guy. He couldnt fight ten people. Hell, he could barely take one. But this was the world now. No handouts. No mercy. No second chances. Just survival... or death. Again. 10 chapters a week. No excuses except if truck-kun attacks.

I whimpered in pain. This is how it feels like to be cursed, right? That's me, Kaidaira Steele. Sold by mother, raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years! It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence! *** I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk. “Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!" "So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice. "I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood” *** Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be! After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat. There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who has a secret of his own thus they strike a deal of the century. A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant! Cover is not mine. credit goes to the rightful owner

Book cover taken from "natori - Overdose"

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha. Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women. He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn’t believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there’s something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called “personal omega.” He thinks I’m weak, fragile, breakable… but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud. I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul? Worse, he’s starting to suspect I’m not who I say I am. Because I’m not just Christy, the omega. I’m a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

In a world where the boundary between life and death fractures with every whispered name, Through the Veil, a Voice follows Solan Maelvaran—a fallen prince resurrected within a heretic's corpse. Bound to an ancient system and haunted by a living shadow called Wyrm, Solan is thrust into the Veiled Labyrinth, a realm of trials where memory, identity, and soul are the price of power. As divine relics, sealed Names, and forbidden towers awaken, Solan must navigate esoteric horrors, unravel truths older than gods, and confront the nameless force that speaks through his blood. His journey will unmake reality—or remake it, if he survives.

A grieving musician starts receiving mysterious audio files from his dead lover. But as the songs reveal secrets he never knew, he realizes he wasn’t the only one she left behind. A story of grief, guilt, and a final goodbye that was never finished.

"No! No! No!" "Don't just leave her!" "Fuck!" "You could have saved her during your whole minute monologue!" "Fuck This Edgy MC!" "If I were you, I can do better!" ... "Why?" "Why did you just leave them all?" "But you saved the others... with interests though... for literal 'fuck' sake..." ... "I want to save." "In my life." "At least one." "One damsel in distress." ----------------- Cover is not mine. Here is the link of the cover: https://wallpapercave.com/korean-girls-realistic-anime-wallpapers Specifically: https://wallpapercave.com/wp/wp3993127.png

"What in fuck's name are you saying?!" I snapped at the Lycan Alpha. I knew that kind of disrespect could get my head ripped off, but I didn’t care. "You killed two of my men," he said, voice low and dangerous. "And you expect me to let you walk free?" I swallowed hard. He was right. A Demon Lycan Alpha like him should’ve already killed me. But he hadn’t. And I couldn’t walk away now — not before completing my mission. I took a slow breath and forced the panic out of my voice. "So what do you want from me?" His stare cut through me like a blade. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the words that came out of his mouth next. "I need a body to fuck. And yours will do So...Be my Beta by day. And warm my bed at night"

In a world where speech is outlawed, one voice could start a revolution. Or end everything. Kael was raised in silence—just another forgotten soul in the crumbling outskirts of the Vowenrealm. But when blood is spilled and secrets rise, Kael discovers he holds a forbidden power: the ability to command with a single word. A Whisperer. Now hunted by a ruthless theocracy and haunted by the cost of using his gift, Kael must decide what he's willing to lose in order to set the world free—if he doesn’t lose himself first. The Last Voice is a dark, character-driven fantasy about power, memory, and moral fracture. Fans of grim settings, quiet rebellions, and morally grey protagonists will find much to love—and fear—in this tale. New Chapters on Mondays @ 12:00PM PST and Thursdays @ 12:00 PST

"You fucking kidding me?!" what was wrong with him? He looked mad than usual. His hair was falling on the left side of his face as he fumed in anger. I felt alarmed and started moving back till I hit the headboard. "Lying to everyone so you seem cool?!" His eyes were a different shade of green I'd never seen before. "Yo bro. This is not what you want. chill." I turned my head to the voice and found Saint standing there holding the door knob. Part of me was glad he was there. But really, would he help if I needed it? He hadn't been any different from his friend. _ _ _ _ "what do you want then?" I felt defeated. I looked over to Saint he had completely tune out f the conversation. Gathering everything I could summon I turned back to Damien. He should get on with it then. "You. You, to fucking listen to me! " "You, to not disobey me!" With every sentence he finished, he took a step closer. "You, to keep sleazy hands off you. Especially stupid Nate! " You, to know your place act as it!" With Asia thinking she's at the brim and max of all mischief and risqué in her world, what happens when a certain someone comes along showing her he's more mischievous, risqué, and nefarious? Slowly invading her with his narcissistic and unhinged ways. In this new place, she meets new people who are more than what they lead on. And there comes the constant itching edge to rip the surfaces off and see what's really underneath. And trust me, underneath is never pretty.

A child cursed from birth or maybe not totally cursed ok fine he is cursed but just a little bit

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Post-Apocalyptic | Supernatural Before light, there was Chaos—a god born of shadow, cast into a mirror world by the god of light and cursed to fade into nothingness. In this dying replica of Earth, humanity fights for survival against the World Eaters, monstrous beings sent to devour everything. But Chaos will not go quietly. With his last strength, he scattered seven black crystals, fragments of his power, across the prison world—waiting for someone to find them. Waiting for a spark. That spark is Zenith, a seventeen-year-old orphan drawn to a forgotten ruin by a force he doesn’t understand. When he touches the crystal, he awakens the ancient voice of Chaos itself—and becomes its reluctant vessel. As Zenith struggles to resist the god inside his mind, he’s pulled into a desperate mission: to recover the remaining crystals, unlock his true potential, and uncover the horrifying truth… This world isn’t real. And the only way to save it is to destroy it. But Chaos has his own plans. And Zenith may not survive becoming the weapon he was never meant to be. ---

These are poems I have written for the past two years.

Judith was actually a whore, a slut. She was later married to a billionaire after fucking with him in a hotel. Smith, the billionaire wants her to faithful to him, but it appears to be impossible as Judith went about fulfilling her sexual desires

In wich an idiot mutant can create EarthQuake with is Fucking Hands! Crackfic some fight may be serious but its not the main Goal.

In a country shattered by corruption, military brutality, and unbearable cost of living, the people suffer in silence—until one man decides to scream loud enough for the world to hear. His name is Very Dark Man, known across TikTok, Facebook, and Instagram as VDM—the fearless voice of the oppressed. Through massive protests and powerful online messages, he becomes the face of a movement. Millions believe in him. The youth adore him. The government fears him. But behind every revolution lies a shadow… When VDM makes a shocking decision that shakes the entire nation, the line between hero and traitor begins to blur. Is he the people’s last hope—or their greatest betrayal? This is not just a fight for justice. It’s a war for the soul of a dying nation.

Preface Welcome to Jumanji: A Book of Riddles — a journey into the heart of mystery, adventure, and clever puzzles. This collection is not just any assortment of riddles; it is a carefully crafted experience designed to challenge your mind and ignite your imagination. Each riddle within these pages has been chosen with intention, inspired by the wild, untamed spirit of the jungle and the thrilling world of Jumanji. Whether you are a seasoned puzzle solver or a curious adventurer, these riddles will test your wit, creativity, and courage. As you turn each page, you will find yourself stepping deeper into a world where every question holds a secret, and every answer unlocks a new path. This book is your guide through the unknown—a companion on a quest where logic meets legend. I need someone to Jumanji my voice, To set my words free, to give them choice. Whisper the secrets, solve the clues, Unlock the riddles, follow the hues. Are you ready to play this game with me? To roam the jungle and claim the key? Speak your mind, but choose with care, For every word shapes the path you dare. The First Clue In the city where justice scripts the night, And minds profile shadows out of sight, I send a whisper, a secret code, But it’s lost where silent blockers hold. Invisible bars, no keys in hand, Lock my words from the promised land. If you know a queen who fights for truth, Or ghosts who move in the darkest booth, Tell them a voice is trapped in the maze, Waiting for heroes to break the haze. A puzzle wrapped in a lawman’s tale, Where silence reigns and signals fail. Find the badge that never sleeps, And shadows where the silence creeps. Decode the message, break the chain, Deliver the word through the hidden lane. The game is on—can you hear the call? Unlock the silence, free us all.

I once stood at the peakthe founder, the core, the Sect Master of the Azure Dragon Sect. Others mocked it, calling it the Fucking Broken Sect, but I forged it from nothing, raising it to glory with blood, sweat, and trust. I gave my disciples freedom. I let them grow. I treated them like family. They repaid me with betrayal. Four thousand disciples. Ten core elites led by Alex, the one I trusted most. Together they crushed me, mocking me in the same valley I bled to build. “This sect is too great for you, they said. Step aside, weakling. Even Xiao, my beloved little disciple, the one I raised as a daughter, was manipulated into ending my life with the very sword I gifted her. Humiliated. Alone. Dead. But fate isn’t done with me. In death, I received a broken system. A shattered force of vengeance and rebirth. I awakened as an orphan boy beneath the bridge outside the very sect I created. I watched them from the shadows recruiting new disciples, laughing in the halls I built. Fine. I joined them again. As a nameless weakling, I will rise. I will reclaim what is mine. I will remind every single one of those fucking disciples The Sect Master has returned.

Random Chapter as there has smut such as they had sex with each other as Kara had cock to put inside Lena's wet fucking pussy until she will get pregnant with Kara's sperm.

In a world that silences truth more than lies, one boy begins to hear whispers no one else can. As dreams blend into reality, and people begin to vanish, a hidden guilt grows louder than words. Voices of the Forgotten is a psychological mystery that unravels the human mind, society’s silence, and the fragile line between madness and meaning. Realistic, symbolic, and deeply emotional — this is not just a story. It’s an echo of every thought we bury.