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She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

“That mark on your neck..” he began “No one, must know about the bond between us.” Adina looked at him, startled. “W-what?” “You will cover your neck everyday. You will live as you have and you will never speak of what happened yesterday. I will never acknowledge you as my mate. Never.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Why? Why did you mark me if you didn’t want me?” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even look at you.” He stepped closer, the cold in his eyes crueler than anything she’d ever seen. “Do you really think I’d choose you? A murderer?” His lip curled. “You killed your Alpha’s heir. Do you think anyone would want that as a mate?” ~~~~~ Framed for killing her Alpha’s pup. Adina is stripped off her title, and sold as a slave. Adina was once Luna of her pack, now she’s chained and sent to the most feared ruler in the realm. Thorne Vargan Rhukor, the cursed Lycan King. A beast whispered about in nightmares. A killer who murdered his own mate and fed her remains to vultures. But when their eyes meet, everything changes. A forgotten bond ignites. A prophecy stirs. And the King who vowed to never love again… wants her. In a world of beasts, bargains, and betrayal… how much is a soul really worth?

The interview begins: "Boss Gu, what is your view on pursuing women?" "The most important thing is loyalty and protection." The man turned his head to look at the petite woman beside him, his deep-set eyes glowing with utmost affection. "He's obviously cunning and shameless, relentlessly dealing with both friends and in-laws, without any limits..." Shang Xixia's smile was brilliant, but her slightly twitching lips betrayed her silent complaints. "Boss Gu, why did you choose to inherit and manage the Gu Group?" "There are many ways to live life, I want to..." Gu Jingchen's lips curved slightly, exuding a calm elegance. "If I couldn't be at home all the time, Continuing her inner complaints, Shang Xixia glanced with great grievance at the man beside her. ... The most beautiful love is when, after growing up, you are still my beloved childhood sweetheart.

Lu Weixi did the math in the morning. “Including today, you’ve been back a total of 10 days this month. We agreed when we got married five years ago that you’ll give me 50,000 a month, and that you’ll come home five days a month. You’ve exceeded that number. That'll be additional.” Qin Zhiyi curls his lips. “It’s too much of a hassle that way. How about we make it a lifelong deal?”

When Emily, a terminal cancer patient, took her final breath, she never expected to open her eyes again—especially not as a 7-year-old princess with soft, chubby cheeks and sparkling green eyes. Now living as Princess Evelisse of the grand kingdom of Florabelle, she finds herself surrounded by seven doting older brothers, each more protective than the last, and a kingdom that adores her every smile. But as she adjusts to her new life of frilly dresses, endless pampering, and royal feasts, a cute, chibi-like Fluff System suddenly appears, promising her a life of comfort if she completes weekly “Fluffy Tasks.” Tasks like: ✨ “Give your brothers a sweet, tearful smile (Reward: Extra pampering for the day!)” ✨ “Convince the grumpy Duke to carry you on his shoulders (Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost!)” ✨ “Unite two rival knights through a shared ‘baby sister protection squad’ meeting (Reward: Secret Passage Map to the Royal Kitchens)” However, hidden among the fluffy missions and sweet family moments lies a deeper purpose—uniting the fractured kingdom of Florabelle. To succeed, Evelisse must bring together not just her brothers, but also the cunning villains, misunderstood nobles, and even the eccentric court magicians, using the most powerful weapon in her tiny arsenal: OVERWHELMING CUTENESS and SMARTS. With her Fluff System guiding her and a heart determined to bring warmth to every corner of the kingdom, Evelisse sets out to become not just a pampered princess, but the heart and soul of Florabelle. After all, who knew that the key to uniting a kingdom could be as simple as a pouty lip, teary eyes, and a warm hug? [Chapter: Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

[COMPLETED STORY] Running from her past, Nivritti joins a new job in South Korea as a Script Coordinator in K&Q Media Company. She works for a successful K-pop boyband. On her first day, she is kissed by the leader of that boy band. The problem is, she is five years older than him. Will that kiss grow into a relationship or will be forgotten by both of them? ***** She tried to pull her wrists, but she failed. She looked at him and again tried to pull her hands but in vain. “Yes, you do. You have been licking your lips since you started talking. I think it’s an unconscious gesture that you don’t know about,” informed Kyung-Soo. “Will you please let go of my hands?” she pulled again but Kyung-Soo tightened his grip. Without hearing her he continued, “and by distracting, I mean that I really want to hear what you have to say but because of your lips all I can think of is this... He pulled her wrists pulling her close to him, moved one of his hands on her waist and another one on the back of her neck and softly placed his lips on hers and kissed her.

Cherry Lips Isabella Voss, a fiery aspiring artist with cherry-red lips and a past she’d rather forget, never expected to catch the eye of Julian Blackwood, a reclusive billionaire whose cold exterior hides a hunger for connection. When a chance encounter at a high-society art gala sparks an undeniable attraction, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of desire, power, and secrets. Julian, used to controlling everything, finds himself unraveling under Isabella’s bold charm, while she grapples with the vulnerability of surrendering to a man who could break her heart—or her carefully rebuilt life. As their passionate affair deepens, hidden enemies and past betrayals threaten to tear them apart. From opulent penthouses to sultry late-night rendezvous, Cherry Lips is a tale of lust, love, and the high stakes of trusting someone with your soul.

He's an immortal who has lived for thousand of years with age unknown He searches for a divine being who will help tame an immortal like him Will the one whom he falls with be the divine being or the one whom he already has a past with. "You have to pay for this".... "H-how ?" I stuttered "I'll punish you". Is he going to make me clean the palace for a whole week or what? Sabella toughts are in chaos. Before she comes to a conclusion Drake's sealed her lips with his.

Jaquer had only two dreams. One, become an elite demon hunter; two, marry Princess Hader. But both of his dreams were crushed by a single name, Venor. The newfound commander of the demons. When he thought his life couldn't get worse, the entire scenario turned like a twisted knife when he was sent to slave under the demon commander. Sacrificed as a scapegoat for the kingdom, he and his hunter team, along with the princess, were exiled to the Demon Realm. Feeling betrayed and disappointed by their very own people, they made a brilliant plan to escape. But was it easy? No, there were several barricades to cross and, importantly, or strangely, Venor was always looking out for Jaquer, as if expecting any trouble from him. **** "Feed me, little thing." Venor glanced at the angry little man but still opened his mouth to be fed. Jaquer bit his lower lip as blood of rage boiled under his skin. But he had no choice. Did he? Therefore, he took the fork and projected towards Venor. Towards his mouth? No. Towards his eyes? Yes.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

He was never supposed to live. She was never supposed to feel. Mia was a ghost in the dark trained to kill and follow orders without questions. She had one mission; make Damon Walker, the secret son of Alan River--a mafia drug lord who ruled over the West-- die a slow and agonizing death. But the deeper she got, the harder it was to pull the trigger. He wasn't supposed to matter, but he did. Mia's emotions are compromised, her orders personal and someone else wants Damon dead before she can finish the job. Will she protect the man she was meant to kill? Or will they end up being burned for their love? *** “Like what you see?" his gaze met mine, his lips curling into a smirk.  My gaze lingered there; soft, wet, warm. Exactly what I needed.  "Ivy?"  Those veiny hands. I remember its feel on my throbbing lips, the way they grabbed my hair and pulled. A moan escaped from my lips.  "Ivy!"  His voice jolted me out of my sexually frustrated thoughts, and I stared at him. "Yeah?"  "What were you thinking about?" he stood up.  Those thick thighs. I could just imagine them pinning me down, never letting me go.  "Nothing."  He walked towards me slowly. "I recognize that look.  I cleared my throat quickly. "What look?"  He leaned down and met my eyes. His scent sent my body into an overdrive. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. He reminded me of the warm brook I had seen during a vacation. Earthly. Delicate. Natural. I opened my eyes to see him so close to me, I felt his warm breath on my face.  "The one that tells me you want me just as much as I want you."  Oh, I wanted him so badly, more than I needed to breathe. His hand cupped my face gently, waiting for me to make the next move. He knew what he wanted, he just needed me to show I wanted it as much as he did. We brushed the kiss in the garage under the rug; I wanted to deny it never happened and he went along with it. There was no way I was going to sleep with the man whose father killed Wes. My target. There was... no way.  His breath fanned my lips as he moved closer—slowly, giving me the option to stop the kiss if I wanted. I knew I should stop. I knew it wasn't going to end well. I knew I should turn back before I dug a hole I couldn't escape from. I knew it wasn't right, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted the kiss as much as he did, if not more. I wanted him buried deeply inside me, he wouldn't be able to find his way out. I wanted all of him.   "Ivy," his voice sent chills down my back.  It told me all I needed to; that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.  "Damon." Kiss me.  

A literal ‘red flag’ in a world that sees her as a threat. Excerpt: “You shouldn’t be here,” Zenon growled, his voice low, eyes dark with conflict as he leaned away. Elira looked up at him, lips parted and swollen. “Then why did you kiss me?” “I couldn’t resist you.” His arms tightened around her waist instead of letting go. “Then don’t,” she said, without breaking the gaze. “Remember, you asked for it.” Zenon’s eyes darkened with desire as his lips found the perfect spot on her neck. --- Elira Shaw was never meant to shine. Born an omega to a once-respected Beta bloodline, she’s lived as a ghost in her uncle's home, the acting Beta of the Ashfang Pack. After her parents' mysterious deaths when she was thirteen, Elira became little more than a servant to her aunt and cousin, Regina, the flawless Luna-to-be, groomed to marry one of the Alpha's sons. With no rank, no power, and no name worth remembering, Elira has long accepted her fate. But her fate transforms on her 18th birthday — the night of the grand mating ceremony. Not one, but the wolves of all three of Alpha Cyprus Ashford’s sons recognize her as their mate. The pack erupts into chaos. Regina's engagement plans crumble in fury. And Elira, the despised orphan, is suddenly the most important wolf alive.

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

When Rian stepped into the house, the silence was louder than any scream. Darian stood still, a blade in hand, and at their feet—what once was family, now severed limbs. No words left his lips. Only tears welled up, trembling in his gaze. And Darian, with a voice like a fading prayer, said: “All of this… was for you.”

Darius walked along the castle corridors, barefoot, it was very late into the night, the castle was silent, all the servants were very much asleep. He walked until he stopped at her door, he opened it gently , not wanting to wake her and crept inside her bedchamber. There he saw her, the reason for his restlessness and inability to fall asleep. She was sleeping soundly with the moon lighting up the room. He went closer to her and he couldn't help wanting to lie next to her which he did. He thought that lying next to her will help calm his wolf that has been very restless, he turned to his left side watching her as she slept. he still wasn't satisfied, he crept closer to her until he was now looming over her, before he knew it he's hand was brushing the strands of her hair off her face, she looked very beautiful to him. he sniffed her hair, and he couldn't help growling "mine". he placed a kiss on her forehead then her eyes, her cheeks and finally he hovered over her lips, his wolf singing in his head "mine, mine". finally he could kissed her on her lips, the first was a little peck and than he pried her lips open and kissed her with such verocity that only a hungry man could have, which waked the poor girl up, she gasped and he used that opportunity to insert his tongue inside, and my,he has never tasted such sweet delicay before, he continued his administrations with his hands trailing all over her legsto her bottom, he was driving her insane, she needs to snap out of it............ in the kingdom of silvervale, where humans and werewolves coexist, the moonlight holds a special kind of magic. The moon casts it's silvery light over the land, creating a magical atmosphere that seemed to whisper of secrets and untold stories. Rosaline, a young dormant half wolf, her true nature dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be awakened by the touch of her mate. she grew up in the shadow of her mother lady Eleanor's broken heart. her father had abandoned them both for his true mate , leaving them to fend for themselves. Darius, the narcissistic alpha king of silvervale, had sworn off finding his true mate after witnessing the tragic fate of his own parents. He believed that love only brought pain and loss and he was content ruling his kingdom with an iron fist. But fate had other plans for Rosaline and Darius, when they crossed paths under the light of the full moon, something stirred within that they couldn't ignore. despite their differences, they found solace in each other's company and slowly began to unravel the mysteries of their pasts.

“Let’s end this,” I whispered, my voice cracking as the tear I’d been fighting finally escaped. I turned to walk away, to free myself from everything… from him. But in a blink, he grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and slammed me against the nearest wall. His breath hitched. His chest heaved. And his eyes… God, his eyes were pure fire. “No. You’re not walking away from me. Not now. Not ever.” My breath hitched. His grip was tight, but it wasn’t what held me in place — it was the look in his eyes. Broken. Wild. Determined. “You think I’d let her take you away from me?” he growled. “She has no idea who she’s messing with. I won’t let her lay a finger on my wildflower.” “Do you understand me?” he asked, voice like a dark promise. I nodded, barely breathing. “Good,” he smirked. “Then shut up and kiss me.” And when our lips collided, it wasn’t soft. It was savage. Desperate. A kiss that claimed, punished, and begged all at once — like we were already tangled in the chaos of love and war. He cupped my jaw with one hand and tilted my face up to his. “Don’t cry,” he whispered, his voice rough and low. “You know I hate it when you cry…unless it’s from the pleasure I’ve dragged out of you inch by inch.” My lips parted in shock. My knees weakened

“Body to Body, Thigh to thigh” he trails wet kisses down the valley of her brèast, she whimpered under his touch arching her back instinctively, his fingertips trailing down the sides of her waist, studying her beautiful curves, the dip of her hips …..fuck he was addicted “Please….no” her words were different from what her body spoke to him, his lips trailed downwards and then he blow hot air unto her hard nipples, the feeling sending tines down her body, she took her bottom lips into her mouth and let out a luscious moan “You want me…right Princess” he spoke and then took her nipples into his mouth, his hot tongue attacking it , her hand went into his hair and took a hard grip as she moans “Look at you….your father would be so disappointed” he says smirking as he stared deeply into a caramel colored eyes •••••• Their relationship was mainly meant to be The protector and The Protected…..or so they thought

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

His lips hover inches from mine, Julian Knight’s gray eyes blazing with a hunger that sets my skin aflame. “You’re mine to break, Scarlett,” he whispers, his voice a silken blade, fingers grazing my hip, igniting a pulse of forbidden desire. Our billion-dollar deal forces us into a partnership, where fiery clashes spark untamed passion. Ethan Blackwood’s tender charm tempts me, weaving a dangerous love triangle amid secrets and betrayal. In Manhattan’s ruthless arena, my empire and heart are at stake. I’m Scarlett Valenti, sharp-tongued, unyielding—will I give in to this burning passion or destroy it to save my empire?”

#### **I. REBIRTH IN BLOOD (Ghana to America - The Mortal Crucible)** Born from betrayal-both ancient and mortal-the being once known as **Scorpio King Adjo** awakens in the modern world as a **cursed child**, his cleft lip a scar of his parents' failed abortion. Raised in the shadows of Bronx gang wars and Ghanaian juju, he claws his way from the gutters to the pinnacle of **human evolution**: - **Street God (1980s-90s)**: By 18, he controls NYC's underworld, his **Scorpio-enhanced reflexes** making him untouchable. Bullets curve around him; enemies choke on their own blood. - **Astral Awakening (2000s)**: After a near-death shootout, his spirit **projects into the astral plane**, where he battles **dimensional parasites** feeding on human suffering. - **Corporate Ascension (2010s)**: He launders his empire into a **tech conglomerate**, using AI to map **interdimensional rifts**. #### **II. THE VIRTUAL UNIVERSE COMPANY (Luo Feng's World - Cosmic Gambit)** When a rogue experiment tears a hole into the **Swallowed Star universe**, the Virtual Universe Company detects an **anomaly**: a human whose soul burns with **prehistoric wrath**. - **Summoned as a "Specimen"**: Dragged into Luo Feng's timeline, he's labeled a **mutant relic**-until he **breaks containment**, crushing a star-level cultivator's spine with his bare hands. - **Defying Cosmic Laws**: - **Bloodline Power**: His Scorpio King heritage lets him **absorb venom from any dimension**, evolving his cells faster than the universe can erase him. - **Weapon Fusion**: Osebo's Fang **merges with Luo Feng's Blood River Crystal**, becoming a **reality-rending scythe**. - **Peak Supremacy**: He storms the **Virtual Universe's core**, not to conquer, but to **hack the system**-inputting his own code: *"Death is a door.

Title: Through the Screen When longing becomes a shiver, and words become touches. Haru and Ren love each other — deeply, silently, from a distance. Ren is away on a business trip, stuck in hotel rooms and meetings. Haru is left alone in their apartment, his bed too cold, his nights too long. Every night, they talk. Through a screen. Through the quiet. But tonight, something shifts. Desire rises. Gently, slowly — almost unbearably. They can’t touch, but their words become hands. Their voices become lips. And somewhere in the space between their two screens, they promise: > “When you come back... I won’t let you go again.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over her lower lip. “I’ll forget we’re pretending to be civil and fuck you on this table with your enemies still in the room.” He killed her brother. She married him anyway. Nadya Vasiliev made a deal with the devil—for protection, for power, for her niece’s future. To get close enough to destroy Alexei Romanov—the man who tore her family apart—she created a contract and became his wife. A marriage of revenge, nothing more.  But Alexei is no ordinary enemy. He’s powerful. Controlled. Wickedly seductive. And he knows she’s lying. Nadya is playing the long game—seduction, manipulation, revenge. But the deeper she gets, the more dangerous the game becomes. Her heart wasn’t supposed to be in this. Her body wasn’t supposed to burn for his touch. Everyone knows once you dance with the devil… You either bring him down or fall to your knees. The smut will be smutting. I’m exploring how freaky my brain can get. Gimme ideas and gifts lovelies.

BLURB He hovers over me, jaws clenched and there is something about that I shouldn’t find attractive but my body betrays me. Lowering his head, his lips close to my right ear, he whispers, “You are mine Nia. Only mine,” “Quit being delusional,” I mumble over the words, “I’m not yours. Never will be,” He leans back slightly, just inches from my face, a smirk slowly crawling over his bottom lip, “Are you sure about that, hun?

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

A deep voice yelled behind her, "Get the rogue!" "Don't let her escape!" When Astra jumped over a downed tree, her bare feet hit the cold ground. There were leaves and sticks in her long, dark hair as it whipped around her face. She couldn't stop. When thieves were caught by pack wolves, they usually died. She kept going even though it hurt her side to run so fast. She had learned one thing from being chased for ten years: never stop when they're close. "I see her!" Another arrow flew by, this time brushing her arm. Astra bit her lip to keep from crying out. Blood trickled down her arm, but she couldn't worry about that now. The smell would make it easy for them to track her, though. Up ahead was a river. If she could just reach it, she might be able to hide her smell. Astra pushed her tired legs harder, ignoring the pain shooting through her body. Astra, the daughter of the Alpha, went rogue ten years ago after the mysterious death of her sister, Lyra. Forced to live as a slave, she never imagined that on her 18th birthday, she would discover that her mate was none other than the feared Alpha of the strongest pack, Alaric. But their bond is far from simple. As she struggles to win his heart and gain the pack’s acceptance, the return of a woman she thought was dead will force Astra to confront the dark secrets of her past. With enemies hiding in plain sight and a prophecy that could destroy everything, Astra must fight not only for love but for her very survival.

On the day of her wedding, Selene catches her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Humiliated by their betrayal and their cruel body-shaming.She makes one reckless decision: sleep with a stranger and walk away. Five years later, she’s a confident single mother with nothing to prove….until her new job brings her face-to-face with her new CEO… the same man from that night. Nikolas Darkos. Billionaire. Cold. Magnetic. And now offering her a six-month marriage contract—a golden opportunity for revenge against those who once broke her. But there’s one thing he doesn’t know: Their one-night stand of passion resulted in a son. Can Selene keep her son a secret for six months? Or risk losing everything? And what happens when the fake tension between them turns into something dangerously real? ******************* “I don’t believe you, Selene King.” His face now barely few inches away from hers as his lips brushed against the tip of her nose. Very bone in her body tensed. Tucking her lower lips under her teeth as she bit down to stop a groan from escaping her lips. Resting his hand on the wall,he leaned closer,“Well, congratulations. Girlfriend you just became my wife.” The words dropped from his lips like a bomb exploding in Selene’s head. “What do you mea—” But,Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed on hers, pulling her into a deep hungry kiss.

This book is a Sequel to "Paige: Diary of a lost Teen" by sarah_ofomola "What kind of man loves someone like me?" I questioned that evening the gushing sound of waves was the relaxing sea flooding my senses. I've always wanted to be here, alone with him on the beach sand. "I was not only abused, I was dirty. I was angry and I hated you." I confessed. "How come you stayed?" Salt water seeped through my lips souring up my mouth. My heart melted. "I don't deserve you!" " I love you!" I said, and as usual the winds brought his response back to me. I'm Adediwura, Toluwanile and this is my Story...

"A contracted marriage might be the real key this time, Dear father-in-law." I whispered into his ears with a smirk while he suddenly moved me to his front and slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock as I contemplated if that was a yes. Forced into an arranged marriage, Paula never expected to actually fall in love but then experienced the greatest betrayal of her life by one of the two people she trusted the most. Pregnant, broken and murdered, she swore revenge and pleaded for a second chance at life. This time she was going to hit them where it hurts and it was going to begin with her ex-mate's father or so she thought.