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Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

When justice fails, vengeance takes its place. After his daughter Vanessa suffers a tragic fate at the hands of those she trusted, Horris turns to the one thing more powerful than the law—something ancient, something forbidden. With a single curse, he condemns the world to a slow, merciless death. No one is spared. A nameless plague spreads, twisting flesh, corrupting minds, and reducing order to chaos. As civilization crumbles, the truth becomes clear: this is no ordinary disease. It is retribution. And in a world where the guilty walk free, no one is truly innocent. ... Hours Later… Darius arrived at the hospital, and what he saw terrified him. Dozens of people lay writhing in agony, blood gushing from every opening in their bodies. Reporters, paramedics, and police officers surrounded the area, trying to make sense of the outbreak. “We’re here live at Stanbridge National Hospital, where it appears a deadly disease has broken out,” a reporter said, speaking into the camera. “Symptoms include uncontrollable screaming and severe bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.” Darius’ heart pounded. His mind kept flashing back to Horris’ curse. The Doombringer. He scanned the scene and finally spotted Betty, sitting in an ambulance. Stephan lay unconscious on a stretcher beside her. He rushed forward, but the paramedics blocked his path. “That’s my wife!” he protested. “I need to see if she’s okay!” “Sir, now’s not the time,” a paramedic said. “There’s an outbreak, and we have no idea how it spreads. For your safety—and for everyone else’s—we advise you to leave immediately.” “Please, I have to see them,” Darius begged. Before the paramedic could respond, Darius noticed something crawling on the man’s shoulder. “There’s something on you—” The paramedic turned his head—just as the worm leaped onto his neck. The second it burrowed into his skin, the man’s body seized up. A strangled scream tore from his lips as blood exploded from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Darius staggered back in horror. Everywhere he looked, people were screaming. Even the reporter who had been live was now convulsing on the ground, her camera abandoned beside her. A single word echoed in Darius’ mind. Doombringer.

Alexis an outcast, a “Hunted” yet able to hide under their noses, desiring to live at every cost. Even if it meant pretending to be a man. But she was also once one of the moon goddess’s three pillars. She was in charge of assigning mates, but her curiosity into what it would feel like to have a mate, to fall in love was considered a breach of rules. The goddess’s three pillars do not fall in love! It was forbidden. So she was sentenced, removed and reduced to the status of a mere werewolf. Her memories were wiped and she no longer knew what she once was, not even after her rebirth. In a world of werewolves where shifting was a must, what would happen to her? A girl who never shifted? Never manifested. What would she do now, suddenly having found herself struck with a heat cycle—something she had never once experienced. She was abnormal, never manifested, yet, there she stood in the middle of hundreds of guests drowning in her sudden heat that one way or the other drew his attention. Keelion Fane. The one who should have never known. He is the leader of the pack, but he is feared—said to be cold-hearted and cruel. He is an alpha who hasn’t found his mate for so long that he had no choice but to find a substitute. But Alexis was stuck. With nowhere to run, in his grasp. She…was doomed.

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

—¿Estoy capturada? Bueno, no puedo evitarlo ya que no me puedo mover. —¿Experimentada? Al menos dame algún anestésico. —¿Estoy libre? Dejadme obtener un poco de venganza. —¿Quieres suplicar por tu vida? Lo siento, esta señorita aquí guarda rencor. —Destruí el laboratorio, así que ahora dejadme explorar este mundo libremente. —De alguna manera me uní al grupo del Señor Héroe. Bueno, parece divertido. —¡Ay, qué cruel! Por el honor de ser un héroe, ¿matarías a esta señorita, eh? —sonrió mientras se desangraba. —Che, ¿todavía tienes ánimo para bromear en este momento? —dijo él con una mirada fulminante. —¿Qué es la vida si no para disfrutar de cada momento? Ya que voy a morir y no puedo vengarme, espero que alguien más lo haga. —Nadie lo hará. Tú eras la única que era más poderosa que yo con tu Nanomancia. Ahora que te has ido —Shh, niño. Estoy intentando morir en paz aquí. —¡Pero soy may-! —¡Shh! Los niños buenos no molestan a sus mayores. —Pero tú! —Adiós~ —sonrió antes de perder las fuerzas. —¡Mierda! ... —¿Por qué estoy durmiendo en los campos de nieve? —Los Señores Lobos me gruñen. ¿Tienen hambre, eh?... Yo también. —Este es mi segundo libro, por favor ten piedad de este autor. Disfruten. —La portada fue dibujada por el increíble Aoi Ogata. —Nanomante=Un mago que utiliza nanobots. —Servidor de Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va.

Eu tive uma vida de certo modo triste... Não tive pais presentes, foi iludido e traindo pelo meu interesse romântico... E de alguma forma acabei me envenenado no processo. Agora estou aqui, num mundo e corpo que não conheço. Ah! Pelo menos espero parar tanto de CHORAR.

Suddenly, something moved in the dark corner of the room, catching my attention. Startled out of my mind, I leaped back in fear, grabbing the first object my hands landed on... a lamp, and holding it in front of me defensively, like a weapon. From the farthest corners of the darkness, a figure gradually began to emerge, slowly taking shape as it stepped into the rays of sunlight pouring through the windows. Bit by bit, the light revealed his features. He was tall, with a lean, chiseled physique, and his shoulders were broad. Silver-blonde hair spilled from his head, falling loosely around his face, giving him both a wild and seductive look, and I couldn't look away. Not from this beautiful man. He had jaw-dropping facial features that consisted of a sharp jaw with equally sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, a perfect mouth, and by the heavens, expressionless eyes. Eyes of gold and brown. Eyes that stared straight into mine. I fought back a shudder, muttering a silent curse under my breath. So, this was Dragos. ********** Centuries after his brother’s betrayal, Dragos Nicolae Vlad III has chosen solitude over his destined role as the leader of vampires. But when Dawn Carter, a young woman with financial struggles, lands a job at the Vlad mansion, her immunity to Dragos’ compulsion stirs something long dead within him—worry. He needs to find out why. Dawn has no idea vampires exist, let alone that she’s living among them—or that the dangerously gorgeous Dragos is their chosen one. As feelings start to grow between them, old wounds and new desires surface, but their love isn’t meant to be. She is something else—something pure. And he? A being forged from dark magic, forever damned. A vampire, and not just any kind. Will Dragos give up the first woman to touch his heart in over four hundred years? Or can their forbidden love create a path to peace for both human and vampire species?

Penny has three brothers: one is a billionaire CEO, the second is the youngest military lieutenant, and the last is a successful actor. These three successful men had only one common ground: bullying Penny, their sore-eye of a little sister. The sister they never wished to have, and the one who claimed to be their real sister, while the sister they treasured all this time was a fake. After living a life of maltreatment in her aunt's home, some people of high standing came to Penny with news of her real parentage. She thought she was finally saved from her aunt’s clutches, unaware that what awaited her was worse. At 13, Penny only wished for one thing: for her brothers to love her and treat her like family, just as much as they loved their fake sister. She worked and studied ten times harder than anybody else just to be accepted by them. In her desperation, she foolishly fell into a trap set by a malicious person, not knowing her actions would result in the downfall of her brothers and her ending up in jail with a death sentence. On her execution day, Penny had only one thought in mind: If she ever got to go back in time, her brothers could pamper their fake sister for all she cared! She wanted nothing to do with them! And much to her surprise, Penny found herself back on the day it all began: the day she was born. As promised, this time, she wouldn’t foolishly try to earn her brothers' love and affection. Never mind family! She’d just make a lot of money, live in luxury, and make a family of her own! But wait, why is it now that she didn’t want anything to do with her brothers, they kept poking their noses into her business? Weren’t they supposed to pamper their fake sister? Why won’t they leave her alone?! And how on earth was she married in this lifetime? To make matters worse, this husband she never had in her first life was suddenly volunteering to be the father of her children?!

Kisha Aldens is a normal office worker with average earnings, not until she suddenly sees a system countdown in front of her. Her mind suddenly received a prompt warning about the apocalypse and urged her to integrate with the system to assist her with her survival. "Have I overworked myself again?" She thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few more times but the system interface is still there. Little did she know that this system would be her last lifeline in the upcoming apocalypse where human morals would be the lowest, trust is only a word and betrayal could happen in the blink of an eye. A naive person like her had to learn her lesson the hard way on how to survive and navigate in the zombie-infested world. And the worst part, she had to die 99 times to harden her heart and learn how to read the human heart. How will her 100th time be different from the previous lives, will she survive this time? And will survival be her only problem in the heart of the Apocalypse? No, there was a deeper scheme in play which she has to uncover moving forward.

When Lu Huang woke up as Lidia—the villainess of a cringe-worthy romance novel—she was determined not to let the story play out like the dumpster fire it was written to be. Nope. Dying at the hands of the Alpha King after being falsely accused, publicly humiliated, and manipulated into madness? Yeah, that’s not on her to-do list. Armed with a sharp tongue that could flay egos, the street smarts of a broke college grad, and the petty audacity of someone with nothing left to lose, Lidia decides she was ripping up the script. Holier-than-thou saintesses? Screw ’em. Self-righteous alphas? They can eat dirt. If this world insists on casting her as the villain, she’s going to own it—on her terms. One chaotic scheme at a time, Lidia’s ready to rewrite her fate—and if she has to break a few rules (and maybe some noses) to do it, so be it. Villainesses don’t play nice, and Lidia is just getting started.

"Daddy, please don't turn off the lights. The monsters will find me." Ana pleaded as she pulled the covers up to her nose. “Don't worry, Ana. There's no such thing as monsters." Frank answered before flexing dramatically, earning a giggle from her, "Besides, if they tried to hurt you, I'd just beat 'em up!" "Promise?" "Promise." He kissed her forehead before he tucked her in and turned off the light. "Goodnight, angel." --- The world changed overnight. A mysterious system appeared in everyone’s minds announcing the detection of a “Breach.” Monsters unlike anything humanity had ever seen before began to emerge, immediately ending one-third of the world's population. And that was just in the beginning. Every father wants to be their daughter’s hero. It’s an unspoken rule written into every man’s DNA. But most fathers aren't pitted up against eight legged abominations. Frank was just an ordinary man; no training, no experience, just depression and a four year old. Yet, he was all that stood between Ana and certain death. If that's the way it was, then he couldn't back down. He made a promise, and he would keep it or die trying. Luckily, the world wasn’t entirely merciless. This "System" granted humanity a fighting chance: otherworldly gifts and powers that defied the laws of nature. While Frank's gift wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, it did give him power. Power enough to hopefully keep his daughter safe, and punish the monsters that dared threaten her in the first place!

His face drew nearer and nearer until our nose touched Are you sure, he asked. Sure about what, I asked . I gasped when he wrapped his hands around my waist. "Sure you don't like me",he asked as his gaze moved to my lips, my heart beating fast. "uh..n..yes", I said as a whisper. ,"then let me test you",he said and this time his lips brushed against mine. just kiss me already, I finally told him. Crushing our lips together, but breaking it immediately. you lose the test, he said smirking. but I'm not letting you go with that ordinary kiss, and I'm not ordinary. he said as he came close again. with his breath on my face.

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] In Cinder Pack, one of the powerful seven packs, abandoned children on the streets are considered less than the pets owned by many households. They live from hand-to-mouth, covered in dirt and used however those from better families deem fit all their life. As a result, many of them die from starvation at a very young age and those with good-looking appearances sell themselves off to better families as slaves in order to live. While a select few resort to stealing food and taking the crumbs that fall off the table of those of noble birth. This is the case for Aurelia Night and her childhood best friend, Lydia Hayes. But on a night she went to find them dinner, she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t have and becomes a target for a ruthless and dangerous Councilam. Left with no choice, she runs into the room of a stranger to hide. A stranger who claimed her as his mate. But being wolfless, she has no idea what this means and just goes along with him since he was a noble man. But as she returns to her friend the next morning, Aurelia finds out Lydia had sold her out to the Councilman in return for a better life. Now seven years later, with no memory of who she is, she unknowingly crosses path again with the stranger from that night. “Mate!” The Alpha suddenly stopped in the middle of his hunt as his nose caught a familiar scent. Well hidden in a spot, two boys snicker amongst themselves as they watched the Alpha look around in confusion. “Is that the Alpha? Doesn’t look like one to me.” “He keeps coming after our pack and mommy. What do we do?” “I have an idea!” Three hours later when the Alpha returned from his walk, he was greeted by the news of his twin sons coming to his abode. What? Twin sons? When he finally accepted the news, the woman they called mommy tried to leave. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not getting married to you because I want to. I’m getting married to you because my sons need their mother.” Aurelia: “…” When she finally found her voice, she snapped at him. “What are you talking about? Who said they are your sons?” The man pretended to calculate with his fingers before nodding his head a little. “The date we slept together match their date of birth and they look a lot like me. Who can deny such paternity!” Unknown to him, her reappearance in the pack was of no other reason, than to take his life.

"¿Lia estara bien?" Jack vivió una vida feliz con Lia su esposa pero... ella enfermo, y solo le quedaba una semana de vida. "No lo permitiré".Un día se encuentro con una persona extraña que le propuso un trato que cambio su vida "Ella vivira si consigues un elixir antiguo, pero para eso, te enviaré a otro mundo" Jack acepto. Pero cuando volvió del otro mundo algo inesperado sucedió, con lágrimas en los ojos "¿Pasaron diez años?".

Jason Chris is your stereotypical rich trust fund brat who only knows how to flirt around and spend money unnecessarily. However on an unfortunate night, he walks into a scene of his parents being slaughtered by a demon. Seeking revenge, he takes a deep nose dive into the hidden world of the paranormal. Armed with a century year old family heirloom; the Mystique Hunting System, join Jason as he journeys through the world of the paranormal, slaying ghosts and demons that blocks his path. . . . I retain copyright over the book cover

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

En una historia de reencarnación, el objetivo de una protagonista que se convierte en la villana es siempre el mismo, cambiar su destino, no morir, ser amada; pero... ¿Qué pasaría si esto no fuese así?, ¿qué pasaría si esta no tiene intenciones de gastar tiempo, dinero y esfuerzo en satisfacer a su entorno para sobrevivir?, ¿Qué pasaría... si la idea de ser mala no suena tan mal para ella? Acompaña a la protagonista de esta historia, un "unicornio especial" de las historias de reencarnación, o tal vez... ¿no lo es tanto? Esta es una historia independiente y algo espontanea, creada con el fin de entretener, espero la disfrutes. ,,ÓwÒ,,

In the world of Kalhalla, where gods have fallen and their souls lie dormant in crimson crystals, a wretched outcast dares to reshape fate. Kaelis, an 18 year old so hideous and despised that even beggars turn their noses up at him, has only known rejection, scorn, and betrayal. But with the Hammer of Uuen, a relic of unknown power gifted to him as a child, he can do the impossible—reforge the bodies from the souls of the dead, only the ones who died in the war between Gods and Demons. His goal? To forge the one thing the world has denied him: a goddess who will love him. But every goddess he forges turns against him in absurd and terrifying ways. Some try to kill him, others break free, and none see him as anything more than a mistake. Yet, Kaelis refuses to stop. Even as enemies close in, as ancient beings hunt him, villains rising in power, and as the truth of his origins begins to surface... he keeps forging. Because Kaelis has one secret he can’t afford to ignore. He’s dying. And before death claims him, he will forge a goddess who will.

Meet Detective: *Ava Morales* - Age: 29 - Occupation: Homicide Detective - Personality: Ava is sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and deeply driven. She has a strong sense of justice and is willing to bend the rules to uncover the truth. - Background: Ava has a troubled past, having lost her younger brother to gang violence when she was a teenager. This personal tragedy fuels her determination to make a difference in her community. Ava is tasked with tracking down the elusive Shadow killer, who has been claiming responsibility for a string of high-profile murders targeting corrupt officials and business leaders. unknown to detective Ava that the shadow killer was right under her nose

No recuerdo nada,nose por qué estoy aquí, lo único que sé es que quiero a mi familia y no puedo dejar de tener pesadillas, e inexplicablemente sigo sintiendo un vacío, se que esta no es mi primera vida pero no se cual fue la anterior

A world full of jealousy and hatred, Amelia ended up living with Delilah's parents when she was young. Why? They aren't related. Everything in this world has a reason which we are all curious to know, aren't we? What's up with Lia? Who is she what is she she is always acting suspicious, isn't she? And Axel? The people with their face covered have their hands tied to their back, there was blood on their cloth which freaks Amelia, as she was about to run Axel caught hold of her and puts her in place. Lysander walked close to Axel and gave him the gun, which he placed Amelia's hand on it and he guided her hand with his, " W...hat are you doing, pl...ease let go of me " Amelia said as she cried out, but Axel didn't care and he moved her hands to their first target and then he fired the gun, " Aaaaahhh!! " Amelia shouted has she cries out, Axel moved her hands to kill the other two and when he was done killing them, he moved away from Amelia. Amelia took the opportunity to turn and point the gun at him, Lysander was fast to remove his gun and also pointed it at Amelia, but Axel made a sign for him to stop whuch made Lysander drop his gun, " You jerk how dare you, you think killing innocent people is the way of living a life," Amelia said crying as she holds the gun tightly, " I guess it help you to know am capable of killing both you and your friend, " he said calmly and he walked towards Amelia, " You " Amelia fired the gun. But it was fired up to the sky, " Am not a bitch like you, I don't kill people," she said and Axel picked her from the ground carrying her like a rice bag, " Lysander take care of the body, " Axel said to have Lysander nod and Axel started walking with defenseless Amelia. Amelia just stayed quietly has Axel was carrying her, soon they reached the front of the woods and Axel dropped Amelia, and he walked away ........ Axel a crazy Pure blooded vampire with many both loosed in his head, Axel always have his face covered till his nose, with is white hair. Why??. Axel is a vampire that talks brutally to anyone. On the other hand meet Amelia a soft hearted and sweet girl, got into the clutches of the vampire who forced her to do anything. Who is interested to know how their love will bloom? And also aren't you curious about why does people died and who does people are and why does it have to be Amelia to kill them? Lots of questions why don't you fill your curiosity by reading the novel, you won't regret reading.

Xavier Grey is your below average snot nosed nerdy kid with a not so subtle secret, he's absolutely obsessed with Time powers. And i mean read about em and dream about em type obsessed. So you can only imagine how ecstatic he is when the Goddess of Death asks him on his deathbed to pick from a skill tree and *Time Manipulation* pops up! But what?! Its only an E-rank skill?? Doesn't matter, i'll make this the most busted skill in the whole world! [Username: "Xavier Grey."] [Divine Art: "Whisper in the Wind."] [Class: "Demon-kin."] .... {"Welcome User, to Afterlife Forever."}

"Zhou Hua Fan...Where do you plan to disappear now?" His voice was hoarse and sore thus successfully souring her little red nose. Leaning against the door that he had uncharacteristically pressed his trembling fists against instead of breaking down like he so wanted to in order to see her once more. Biting her lips, Hua Fan buries her face into her already shaking shoulders suppressing her cries. Wiping the endless tears falling into her arms when she continued to hear him plead her so quietly but desperately it tore her up inside. "Do you have to do this? Can't...Can't you let me love you?" The back of her hand was bitten raw as a soft sob broke free upon hearing his plea. ~~~~~~~~ Zhou Hua Fan did not accept other people's love or goodwill. Knowing from a young age that all of it came with strings attached her personality had already twisted before it could be fixed. No one saw it or tried to see it. People call Zhou Hua Fan a selfish demoness who would suck the bones from a person before lowering her head and apologizing. They despise her, they fear her, the lawless princess of the Zhou family. However, this princess who should have everything, does she really have it all? When asked this the people around her gave various answers. "She was pitiful." "No one hated her more than herself." "An unfortunate soul." Asked this question, the man with dark clouds permanently gathered above his head sharply raised his dagger-like gaze as if wanting to murder you who dared utter her name without permission. "You have no right to judge her."

Un accidente... ¿Cómo afectaría tu vida? ¿Fue algo bueno o malo? Tal vez fue el destino... ¿O solo es el juego de alguien? P.D: Cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera coincidencia. Esta historia salió de mis retorcidas ideas y fantasías, solo espero que disfruten leyéndola.

[Alerta: conteúdo maduro r18+/forte] Ele é a sua salvação. Ela, a sua decádida. No entanto, ele se recusa a deixá-la ir... Minéia, a Princesa mais jovem de Ebódia, foi amaldiçoada ao nascer para permanecer imaculada e trazer desgraça àqueles ao seu redor. Esta profecia paira sobre ela como uma nuvem escura, crescendo a cada ano que não se realiza. Ela existe em murmúrios silenciosos como uma figura lamentável - frágil, submissa, indesejada. Por trás dessa máscara há uma fêmea forte e destemida digna de ser rainha. E esta aspirante a rainha tem seus olhos postos em quebrar sua maldição, mesmo que isso signifique enganar o vampiro mais astuto que já nasceu. Nikolai, embora recluso e enigmático, é reverenciado pelo Reino de Valcrez como um sábio e poderoso governante. Desconhecido para seus leais súditos, sua imagem de perfeição é uma teia de mentiras que, se expostas, podem enviar o seu reino e tudo o que eles prezam desmoronando a seus pés. Quando esses dois encontram seus caminhos cruzados em uma aliança de casamento, começa o jogo da Sedução da Coroa. Mas quem é o caçador e quem é a presa? ******** Excerto: "Por que você está se despindo na minha frente?" ela perguntou com uma carranca, fazendo pouco para esconder a irritação em sua voz. Seu objetivo era capturar apenas o coração dele, não todo o seu corpo! "Não posso tomar um banho com minha esposa?" ele respondeu com um tom frio. "Pedi especificamente uma banheira grande para garantir que nós dois caibamos nela juntos." Ela suspirou, não desviando o olhar dele enquanto recuperava sua compostura. Vendo-o sorrir maliciosamente, ela se esforçou para se sentir confortável enquanto ele falava. "Isso é mais parecido. Você mesma disse que ninguém a forçou a se casar comigo. Em vez disso, você se ofereceu e se voluntariou para isso, então eu espero que você esteja confiante o suficiente para compartilhar um banho com seu marido", Nikolai afirmou com confiança. "Afinal, faremos mais do que isso em breve." Descarado... Impedindo-se de revirar os olhos, ela conseguiu dar-lhe um sorriso enquanto dizia, "Não me culpe se você morrer então." **** Nota: Capa do Livro Comissionada pertencente ao Autor. Por favor, não a use!

I was high and this was the result of it

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

Innocence was never meant for the addictive…  Addiction was something Krit Corbin accepted as part of his nature a long time ago. He decided to embrace it and flip his finger at the rules. Women had always been the number one thing on his list of addictions. He couldn’t get enough. Being the lead singer in a rock band had only made access to his favorite addiction that much easier. Being alone was the only thing Blythe Denton understood. The small town minister’s family that raised her hadn’t accepted her as their own. The minister’s wife had always made sure Blythe understood just how unworthy she was of love. When Blythe is sent away to college and given a chance to finally be free of living as an unwanted burden, she looks forward to having peace in her life. Being alone isn’t something that bothers her. She escapes reality in the stories she writes. However, the ridiculously sexy tattooed guy who keeps throwing parties in the apartment above hers is driving her crazy. For starters, he doesn’t treat her like she would expect a guy with a different woman always hanging on his arm to treat someone as uninteresting as her. She looks nothing like the gorgeous women she sees parading in and out of his apartment, but for some strange reason he keeps showing up at her door. During a party at his apartment, Krit’s new neighbor comes to the door with her long brown hair pulled up in a messy knot and a pair of glasses perched on her cute little nose. She wants him to turn down the music, but he convinces her to stay. Krit Corbin may have just found his biggest addiction yet. And Blythe Denton realizes too late that she’s finally been claimed. by Abbi Glines

``` —¿Alguna vez te has preguntado cómo sería despertar en un cuerpo que no es el tuyo? ¿Un cuerpo mucho, mucho más joven? —No puedo decir que yo haya pensado mucho en ello. Hasta que una noche, un paciente entró en las urgencias donde yo trabajaba y me disparó a quemarropa en la cabeza. —Sabes, si quería una segunda opinión, sólo tenía que pedirla. Pero eso es aparte del punto... —De alguna manera, terminé despertando en un hospital extraño con una mujer que se parecía sospechosamente a mi madre sujetando mi mano y llorando. Lleno de alegría al verla, me tomó unos minutos darme cuenta de que ya no era el doctor de 25 años, exitoso en uno de los hospitales más prestigiosos del mundo. No, era una niña de 6 años que por un momento... quería a su madre. —Cuando llega el apocalipsis, cada uno tiene que arreglárselas por sí mismo. Tengo tres opciones: ¿lucharé por lo que quiero? ¿Huiré y me esconderé, o me quedaré paralizado cuando los demonios de mi pasado regresen para atormentarme? —Puede que me conozcas como La Sanadora, pero esta es mi historia para contar. ------ —Lucha, Huida o Parálisis es la segunda novela de la serie Renacimiento en el Apocalipsis, esta vez protagonizada por La Sanadora: Wang Tian Mu y sus hombres. —No tendrás que leer la primera para poder entender esta, y no va a permanecer como una niña durante todo el libro. —Li Dai Lu y sus chicos aparecerán de vez en cuando, ¡pero esta es estrictamente la historia de Wang Tian Mu! —¡Espero que la disfrutes! —Otras novelas: —Renacimiento en el Apocalipsis: La Tercera es la Vencida (Completada) —Las Naves de Estrella (Completada) —Bailando con Monstruos (En curso) —Tan Silencioso Como Un Ratón (En curso) —Encuéntrame en Discord: —devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289) ```