Nose Piercing Dangling

(TRIGGER WARNING: DARK THEMES AND MATURE CONTENT) Imagine being a powerless witch, the lowest of the supernatural food chain, when you're from a bloodline of some of the most powerful witches in the planet. Yeah. Tragic. But now on top of that, imagine finding out that you're the fated mate of some cold, ruthless Alpha King who's rumored to bath in the blood of his enemies and eat little witches for dinner. That's just bad luck at this point. But it's the life of Odessa Pierce. ––––– In a modern Earth torn by a century long war between the werewolves and witches, with humans stuck in the middle, Odessa Pierce's life is changed forever. She's unexpectedly chosen by the Alpha King of the North American region himself to be his BRIDE to seal a "truce". However, in a shocking twist, she discovers that she's mated to the ruthless Alpha King and now has to navigate her growing feelings for a man she thought she'd hate, while still trying to survive in a world that's out to eliminate her kind. As ancient prophecies and dangerous enemies arise, will she be able to pierce through the dark veil clouding the Alpha King's heart and make him accept her? Or will their forbidden romance ultimately crumble under the brunt of the secrets and revelations that begin sprouting? And what will be her role in this never-ending war? Follow Odessa and Kaelos in a dark, delicious ride filled with magic, lust, blood, and the kind of chaos only fate can create. ***** EXCERPT: "Odessa..." His whisper brought me back to reality, causing me to flutter my eyelids as I brought my gaze back to his silver eyes. "Focus. Tell me to shove it in." Argh, what's his fucking problem? "Since when do you care about what I think?" "I don't." He suddenly responded, causing me to clench my jaw. "If I wanted to, I'd simply tie you up without saying a thing and then fuck you until the entire pack hears you screaming my name. But..." He paused, his smirk turning into a grin as he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered. "... I want to see you beg for it. I want to see you grovel at my feet, pleading for the sweet release of me fucking you. The mate bond has heightened your sex drive, hon. And I'm the only one capable of taming it." ***** (This book is a 2025 WSA Entry. Your support is very appreciated! You can follow the author on Discord: @malachijayden.)

A seemingly ordinary training exercise led Chen Jian and his squad into a completely different time and space. In the post-apocalyptic world, monsters run rampant, and the surviving humans struggle to live under their terrifying claws. To fight the monsters, the living have abandoned everything. Human nature no longer exists; beastliness is the mainstream. To defeat them, one must first become them. ----------------- Chen Jian was supposed to be like the others here, pursuing the maddening evolution. But, when the tungsten-core armor-piercing round first penetrated the Kui Niu's keratin armor, he suddenly discovered... Perhaps there is another way to stay alive?

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society. Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s "girlfriend," as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters. As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, "I won’t touch you…" But his hands whisper promises his words deny.

She was a weapon, sent to kill. He became her reason to live. Raised by The Verdant Sect, a secluded community that denied their own savage instincts, Seraphina's life was a lie, her purpose a deadly secret. She was sent to the heart of the enemy, to Alpha Elias Thorne, rumored to be a beast, with one goal: destruction. But the moment his piercing gaze meets hers, Seraphina's carefully constructed world and her own suppressed nature begins to crack. The more she learns about the enigmatic Alpha, the more she sees past the rumors, finding a protector, a passion, and a truth that exposes her own family's cruel deception and awakens a power within herself she never knew existed. Now, caught between an allegiance of lies and a love that defies all boundaries, Seraphina must fight for her own survival and the undeniable pull of her true mate.

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

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."

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

Long Futian, a 16-year-old orphan in the cultivation-driven Mortal World, faces constant rejection due to his chaotic mixed spirit root. His desperate yearning for power and a sense of belonging is a stark contrast to the elite Sky-Piercing Sword Sect and others who deem him "unfit." But his deepest wish triggers a miraculous event: a golden, holographic System awakens, a benevolent guide tied to his transmigration from modern Earth. This unique Lineage Establishment System, visible only to Futian, grants him a tailored cultivation manual and pills, unlocking his dormant potential. Its ultimate purpose is clear: to nurture an unparalleled Longevity Clan. His first alliance forms with Mo Li, another outcast with a mixed spirit root, who shares his dream of cultivation and family. Their simple marriage marks the genesis of their clan. With the System's guidance, their immediate challenge is finding a secure home, the very first step in building a multi-generational legacy in a world that once cast them aside.

Joao is portuguese 22 years old in 1652. He already was a pirate in the malacca's straight, and strangely enough was the captain. after a full success in his endeavor, with his equipage, and many boats, he goes back to portugal, with a load of merchandise, that could enable them to buy land in brazil, somwehre his original group of friends could call : "Our home" While it was not a smooth journey, they achieved all they needed to buy land in brazil in less than three years of poillagig and piatery, avoiding europeans ships for their plunders It's only around the guinea gulf that the story turns; they got taken into a tempest that crushed their fleet, expect for the brigantin that will lead the 11 survivors of the disaster where a new chance to achieve the ambition to become lord in brazil some even dream of conseuring all the land, build a fleet that can rival all of europe, but dreams are dreams ..... and they began by: the most audacious and surepising act of piratery of their era : the steal of 5 tons of silver from zacatecas, directly in the warehouse of sevilla, under the nose of thousands of people... and guards. A theft that was considered impossible.

“They were never meant to meet.” He was chaos, bound in skin. She was light, born to obey. He walked among mortals for centuries, hiding behind empires, sins, and charm. She came to Earth for a mission. Silent. Watchful. Pure. But all it took was one moment. A single touch. A flicker of something neither of them understood. And in that instant… He took her grace. She stole his mark. The balance shattered. Heaven roared. Hell recoiled. And the world tilted just slightly off its axis. Now, the angel bears a demon’s scar. The demon glows with celestial light. And the war they never asked for is already in motion. All because of a forbidden crossing— A love that rewrote the rules. Now… nothing is sacred. Not even the divine. --- The room was silent. Sterile. White. Too white. Not the white of purity, but the cold, soulless kind that hummed beneath fluorescent lights and stank of antiseptic. Somewhere deep inside private medical wing, behind three layers of biometric locks, Abaddon stood alone in front of a floor-length mirror. His once black eyes were now a piercing, iridescent silver — unsettling in their calmness. His skin, once laced with ancient scars, now glowed faintly, like the after-burn of celestial fire. But he still wore black. He still moved like smoke. And on his wrist — where the inverted cross used to burn like a curse — now sat a thin, radiant upright cross that pulsed with divine energy. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. Something was wrong. Terribly, impossibly wrong. A soft rustle behind him. The sheets moved. He turned. Purity was waking up on the medical bed — face pale, long hair tangled in every direction, her lips slightly parted as she sat up groggily. But her presence… wasn’t the same. Her skin had lost its glow — replaced by a pallid, shadow-touched hue. Her once pristine robes clung to her in darker shades, and when she looked up at him… her pupils flickered. Not white. Not gold. Red. Abaddon moved before she could speak. In one motion, his hand clamped around her neck — not choking, but stopping her. Lifting her off the bed like a paper doll. His voice was ice: “What did you do?” Purity’s feet dangled above the floor. She didn’t fight — just blinked, her lips trembling with something dangerously close to guilt. The room was deathly still. Only the heart monitor beeped softly in the background. Then— The door burst open. A blinding surge of celestial wind swept through the room, flaring papers, rattling the IV stand. Abaddon didn’t look. He didn’t need to. With a grunt of fury, he threw Purity aside like trash — her body crashing against the mirror. Glass shattered, raining down around her as she hit the ground hard. Silence. She coughed. Slowly sat up amid the shards, blood pooling from a cut on her shoulder. But her voice — it didn’t tremble. It didn’t beg. Just quiet. And full of the storm she'd never meant to start. “I can explain.”

Emily Rowan, a bright and determined scholarship student from the quiet village of Willowbrook, has just arrived in the bustling city of Ravenwood to study English Literature. Thrust into an unfamiliar world of ancient buildings and shadowed secrets, she struggles to balance her new life and the expectations of her family back home. Her world turns upside down when she encounters Dr. Adrian Blackwood a captivating but enigmatic lecturer with piercing violet eyes and a mysterious past. Unbeknownst to Emily, Adrian is a vampire bound by centuries-old rules, hiding in plain sight among the university’s academic halls. As autumn leaves fall and secrets unravel, Emily is drawn deeper into Adrian’s dark, magnetic world. Between whispered lectures, stolen glances, and forbidden desires, they must navigate the fragile line between light and shadow but can their love survive the deadly forces lurking in Ravenwood?

The world show no mercy — so why should he? In the frozen North, buried beneath snow and silence, stands the Cold Moon Piercing Sect — a ruthless fortress where the weak are trampled and forgotten. He was one of them. A nameless orphan. A broken soul left to rot beneath the gaze of the proud. But fate is not so kind to the powerful. From the depths of despair, he awakens the forbidden martial art — The Heavenly Absorption Art, a path feared by all, shunned by the righteous, and drowned in blood. Betrayed. Beaten. Cast aside. Now, he returns — colder, stronger, feared. The proud will fall. The heavens will be absorbed. This is not the story of a hero. This is the tale of one who walks the forbidden path… of heaven and earth.

Taylor Salvatore is the Daughter of Damon Salvatore and Kathrine Pierce. She was born out of a spell that Emily had made for Kathrine back in the 1800s. She waited for the right moment to use that spell. Kathrine used the spell in 1993. The child was born half human and half vampire. Her vampire side is dormant and will not awaken unless she dies. Taylor was born in the woods of Mystic Falls. But then left later after she was born.

In the year 7319, humanity has conquered the stars and pierced the veil between dimensions—only to stumble upon a secret that was never meant to be found. When a rogue expedition unearths alien technology on a star made of living metal, they awaken a hunger older than time: the Charym’Zul — a forgotten species driven by lust for the universe’s rarest minerals. But what terrifies the cosmos isn’t what they’ve done… it’s what’s coming. Eroviath, the Watcher of Time, has seen all — except this. For the first time in eternity, something powerful has escaped her sight, slipping into Gaia’s world. As ancient species rise, forbidden alliances form, and the veil of knowledge begins to tear, a single question echoes through the multiverse: Who — or what — rewrote the Codex?

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********

Jade thought heartbreak came in waves. But it hit her all at once—finding her boyfriend tangled in sheets with her best friend. It should’ve shattered her, and maybe it did… just not in the way anyone expected. With her world flipped upside down and nothing left but a broken heart and a suitcase of dreams, Jade lands a last-minute interview at Blake & Pierce—one of the city’s top firms. She’s late, hungover, and emotionally wrecked… and still somehow lands the job. But her boss, the icy and intimidating Mr. Pierce, might be more than she bargained for. As Jade tries to rebuild her life, haunted by betrayal and pulled into a world far outside her comfort zone, she leans on the one person who’s never let her down: her older brother, Isaiah. Together, they navigate the ruins of their past and the fragile hope of new beginnings. But when the lines between professional and personal blur, and secrets begin to rise, Jade must decide: will she stay the broken girl from the night before—or become the woman who turns pain into power?

Whispers linger in the shadows, maddened screams pierce the night. A world cloaked in darkness and mystery. Stave off the consuming madness, for you are meant for the Abyss.

In the age of gods and mortals, there stood a colossal tower piercing the heavens. This magnificent structure was the creation of Abell, the supreme deity, a being of immense power and wisdom. When Abell presented his creation, he vowed to grant a single wish to any mortal who could reach its summit. For millennia, the Tower of Abell stood unconquered. Now, four unlikely companions set their sights on the impossible. Renald, a disgraced knight, and Whisperclaw, a condemned assassin, are spared from execution by Vesper, a mysterious businesswoman and Guild Master. With the aid of a brooding Doctor named Ironvine and a charming Illusionist named Glimmer, they are forced to enter the Tower—only to find themselves immediately thrust into danger.

In a city that never sleeps — and never dreams — a series of mysterious murders begins to unfold. No witnesses. No fingerprints. No clues. Only one sign left behind: the number 17. Detective Soren Blackwell, known for his cold logic and piercing eyes, is assigned to the case. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes… the truth is watching him, too.

Long gone was the age of the gods… Long gone are those tales that lived through time and defied fate itself… Olympus has fallen, and the pantheon crumbled, like a temple with no pillars or a home that no longer served its purpose. The last ballad has been sung, and glory withered like a dying flower on the incoming winter. Fire, ash, and blood reigned supreme when the secret was revealed. The vulture and the owl—two opposites, the different sides of the same coin, rivals who defied the common status quo of “once an enemy, will always be enemies.” But what if love all of a sudden came at them? Piercing through their souls that even the goddess of love’s prowess could never fathom such a circumstance. The war and wisdom—the deities who were deemed too similar yet too different at the same time. What if those stories about them were nothing more than figments of a mortal’s imagination? What if the character was no more—the loathing gone, and what remained was an unexpected understanding towards each other? Ares and Athena—what if something sparked between them and defied the order of Olympus?

Darkness fell. Hope silenced. And he... took the throne. As humanity plunged into an abyss, only a single figure rose from within an unknown shadow: Black. Who he is, is unknown. Where he came from, what he represents, is a mystery. A pitch-black cloak on his back, a mocking mask on his face... but most of all, his eyes. With eyes that pierced the darkness with crimson glows, he swore to rewrite the fate of humanity. When he took his throne, the world began to change. Because in this story, there are no heroes... Only salvation or collapse. Against nothingness, Black's final war begins.

Forget the quirky nose! Need a heartfelt note, steamy text, or a grand apology that will make your partner overlook that awkward pause when you asked, "Does this outfit suit me?" Well, Emily has just the solution. But when her most frequent client, the irresistibly charming (or perhaps just charmingly irritating?) Jack Carter approaches her with a unique request, Emily soon realizes that three little words can lead to one big mess. Jack isn’t looking for help to woo another model this time; he wants Emily's expertise to rekindle a romance with his high school sweetheart (aka, his one true love) – and he’s willing to pay handsomely for her help. Add to the mix a summer getaway to the stunning Blue Ridge Mountains, where the vibes are reminiscent of ‘Dirty Dancing’ mixed with flirty banter, and this matchmaker finds herself in over her head – and unexpectedly smitten with the last person she anticipated. Can Emily craft the perfect words to navigate her own feelings? Or will this love story take a disastrous turn?

Warning: This book contains mature content He married her for revenge only to find out that she is the daughter of the family he ruthlessly killed years ago. *********** "Where did you go too?" He asked his voice cold and void of emotions with an ice chill that went down her spines. She shivered as she felt his piercing gaze on her.

Thirteen years ago, a Tower pierced the skies—and nothing was ever the same. Ha-jin is an ordinary young man struggling to survive in modern Seoul. Between part-time jobs, taking care of his little sister, and constantly worrying about the future, his life is anything but easy. But on the night he turns twenty, everything changes. Ha-jin wins an invitation to the Tower—a mysterious, otherworldly structure where those who climb can gain unimaginable power, wealth, and even godhood. Nobody knows why the Tower chooses who it does. And Ha-jin? He never thought he was special. But the Tower did. And once you’re chosen... there's no turning back.

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

Throughout the world, there is a set of ten claw-shaped mountains that are estimated to reach far above 10 thousand meters in the sky. These mountains are known as the Heavens Claws, and at the top of each mountain lies an unimaginable power paired along with a secret so deep that it has been erased from history itself. And those who wish to climb these mountains are known as Heaven Piercers. Ray is a young boy from a race of warriors known as Sunbringers, and Ray’s life goal ever since he was a child has been to uncover the secrets lying at the top of each of Heavens Claws. However, the Sunbringers have a tradition where their people are only able to leave their homeland at the age of 14, during a coming of age ceremony. If one chooses to leave, they may never come back. Join Ray throughout his journey to reach the peak of each of the Heavens Claws, making both friends and enemies along the way, as he makes his way throughout a world he has no knowledge of to achieve his dreams.

After growing up alone in a mysterious forest, 18-year-old Aelina steps into the bustling city for the first time. With honey-colored eyes, raven-black hair, and an air of innocence, she catches everyone’s attention—especially his. Kael, a powerful and intimidating 21-year-old CEO with snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes, offers her help. But Aelina, used to surviving on her own, isn’t quick to trust. He’s cold, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Yet behind his sharp gaze lies a wounded man with a hidden tenderness. As they face unexpected challenges, a bond begins to form—built on mutual respect, unspoken desires, and the slow unraveling of secrets from both their pasts. In a world where loyalty must be earned and trust is rare, will their connection survive?

"Till death do us part." ****** On the day of her wedding, Rose's world is shattered, when her groom and best friend are gunned down before her eyes. Barely escaping with her life, thanks to her fiancé’s loyal bodyguards, Rose vanishes from the city, broken and grieving. When she returns three years later, she makes a choice. No more lavish mansions, no more family fortune. No last name either, and nothing to lose. Just a quiet life far from the ghosts of her past. Working as a waitress in an elite club, she keeps her head down. Until one night, she spills a drink on the wrong man. Damien Pierce is the ruthless CEO of Pierce Group by day, and the feared king of the underworld by night. Emotions are a weakness he had never let loose… until a defiant waitress with wine-stained hands and flames in her eyes turns his world upside down. She dares to spill a drink on him. She dares to talk back. And worst of all, she makes him feel. Intrigued, but feigns anger, Damien makes her his personal waitress. And each night, he comes back. Not for the drink, but for the storm in her eyes. And still yet, never letting her get too close... until another man boldly kneels before her, asking her to be his. That's when Damien breaks his own rules. In one reckless moment, he drags her out of the bar, claiming what he’s tried so hard to deny. She was never meant to be his. But now that she has caught his attention… He won’t let her go. The following morning, Rose is holding her marriage certificate in her hands, wondering how she had gotten herself in such a situation. She doesn't remember saying yes but the name 'Damien Pierce' and 'Rose'... 'Rose Pierce!' are a proof she's now someone's wife. ***** “You think you can walk away?” His voice was a dangerous whisper, close enough to burn. “Walking is too slow, I'll run... away from your madness.” She met his gaze, steady, but her heart was a hurricane. “You don’t get to decide.” He stepped in, stealing the space between them. “Not anymore.” Her breath hitched. “Then what... are you going to claim me? Like some prize?” He laughed darkly, maniacally and threateningly. “No. I’m going to make you want me. Make you need me. Until you can’t remember why you ever tried to leave.” Her hands trembled, but she didn’t pull away. “And if I fight?” His eyes blazed. “Then I’ll break you. Piece by piece. Because you belong to me.” She swallowed the fire threatening to spill out. “I’m not yours.” “Not yet.” His lips brushed her ear. “But soon enough, you will be.” ****** Rose: "I ran from death. And he gave me a new name–his." Damien: "She was never mine to take. So I claimed her by force."

When love turned to tragedy and a whispered vow shattered on blood-stained rooftops, she could have let the darkness consume her. But death brought neither peace nor an escape from the betrayal that tore her world apart. Now, lingering between realms, her presence is no longer bound by the frailty of life. As a spectral force of rage and sorrow, her wailing cries pierce the night, carrying the chill of a curse that can’t be silenced. Those who hear the banshee’s call know that vengeance is near, and her killer’s days are numbered. For she is more than a ghost—she is the wrathful bride, haunting his every step, promising retribution with every mournful cry that echoes from beyond the veil.