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On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.

[DISCONTINUED] Teen angst mixed with drama and hormones makes you do crazing things. It's a dangerous cocktail. And once those die down, and you are crossing the door to adulthood, you look back and analyze what you would have done differently. Unfortunately, that's a little hard to do when the world has gone to shit, and you have five kids and an estate to tend to, crops to grow, food to process, a big house to clean, and on top of that a stepbrother to find. But Rory rocks it like it's nothing. Planning his days to the minute and dealings with unforeseen events as if he had them planned. Don is far from his home, and family. He is constantly looking over his shoulder. He is tired, famished, and just wants to pull the plug on reality. Have a feast on a memory foam mattress - covered with pillows, and fluffy blankets - and watch a movie with his mother and sister. But he can't, his small group relies on his leadership to survive another day. He never thought his little sister would come and rescue them.

Wealth is hidden in newspapers The yellow and white ceiling, the railings with mottled paint, the mattress smelling of sweat, the outdated stickers, a simple but vivid world. Fang Zhuo woke up and spent five minutes confirming that he had returned to the green years of his junior year, and stood again in September of the millennium with his weather-beaten memories.

He was the Son of Dragon! However, he was titled as the 'Sinned Prince' when he killed his mother. She was supposed to marry her childhood lover but stepped forward to marry the Sinned Prince, whom every woman from the noble families has rejected. With one motto in her mind— 'To end the Qiu Royal Family.' ~~~~~ Qiu Lóng Wei is the youngest prince of the Qiu Kingdom. He was prophesied as the Son of Dragon, but his acts made him the Sinned Prince. Xu Li Hua, the daughter of a Low-rank official, was forced to leave her town when her family was massacred on one deadly night. The gentle and petite woman, who hardly has seen the world, enters the most dangerous place where a small mistake can take her to the door of death and get entangled with Lóng Wei. ~~~~~ Li Hua fell on the mattress while Lóng Wei hovered over her. "Whose ring is this?" Lóng Wei asked, looking at the red jade ring on her finger. His palm went on her nape, and he pulled her face up, forcing her to look at him. Li Hua pulled her hand back, but Lóng Wei didn't let it go. Instead, he took out the ring from her finger. "You are my official wife now. In your life only one man shall exist, and that's me!" Lóng Wei authorized, clenching his fist which was holding the jade ring. "The Prince cannot force his decision on me. Even if he takes my body, he can never take my heart," Li Hua said, with a stern tone. Lóng Wei clicked his tongue and twisted his lips into a smirk. "Watch your words, Li Hua. Not only your body will be mine but your heart and soul too. I go crazy for the things that are precious to me. You are my wife, so my craziness for you is beyond description." ~~~~~~ If you enjoyed this story, please check out MY OTHER WORKS: The Second Husband Revenge Of The Crown Princess Trapped Marriage: My Husband is a BAD BOY Married To The Cruel Crown Prince Follow me on Instagram: @rayolight_pcy

"Every wish brings you responsibility thus far be careful about the one you make." Tania lived her whole life as a simple modern human girl in the World of Vita where all races of beings used to spend life beside each other and humans were the lowlife creatures while Fays, werewolves, and vampires were the strongest ones. She thought that soon grim reaper would come after her because of the rooted tumor in her head. Who could imagine that an earthquake made by a dark wraith changes everything in her life? Who could imagine that the God of the underworld was always after her and caused her misery? She had only one choice, to survive and align her life due to this strict world. Volume 1: The Weaver: A Throne of Vita and Obit Warning: Mature content- slow burn Volume 2: Rise of Ash and Fire The brutal beings are driving in the shadows to ruin the Green star. To read more please follow the story.. The cover is my drawing... ________________ * What you will read: "The room you have given me is a frizzing one. I can't even breathe." "Come to my bed, I can warm you." He ordered and it wasn't a recommendation manner.  I cringed because he just demonstrated me another shade of him. It gave me goosebump as he laid on his mattress, directing to his large king-size bed that had space for four people. I gritted my jaw and aimed to leave when he said, "I never said you can leave!"  I halted while my hand was still on the door handle. He was not joking at all. At that moment, I felt the pain that was lashing me from backward and frontward. His hand wrapped over my belly, and his wings embraced my body. "What..." "Hush, I said, you can come to my bed."  I was scared of him for a moment. He drew his wings back and took hold of my hand.

Fox spirits, húlijīng, kitsune, whatever you choose to call them, the nine-tailed fox spirits that live in the mountains were not meant to love. In fact, it was against the rules. These spirits were born from drops, the wind, and falling leaves to save and protect the mortal realm, how could they dream of doing anything more? It’s really not a bad deal anyway, to live comfortably and build spiritual power in exchange for ensuring mortals live in peace and prosperity. Foxes live in the rural communities of the whole world, sitting in shrines, churches, and courtrooms to hear the needs of humans. Assisting their armies, treating the sick and wounded, dancing, and playing music. And when they’ve completed a mission they get to return to their beautiful mountains, living in communities untouched by the greed and technology humans have brought into their world. Transcending mortal attachments like desire, gender, and sensuality had allowed them to remain in this sort of tranquility for centuries. Dressed in smooth-flowing silky fabrics, sleeping in warm houses with soft mattresses, and well-fed despite the lack of necessity to eat. And all they had to do was not make attachments of any kind. Truly, what more could they want?

(Also avaiable in ScribbleHub, as well as Royalroad! (Hoping they accept at least) Yvette du Yulois was once called the Lune de Beauté, the pinnacle of high society. She was intelligent, talented in everything from politics to the blade, dashing and dazzling as she shone with a near-peerless beauty, and the only daughter of the prestigious Yulois family. Not only that, but she was betrothed to the Crown Prince as well. In all honesty, what else could she ask for? She, quite literally, had it all. But in all of this magnanimity, lied one feeling. A feeling so deplorable, that she could NEVER possibly share it with others. It was her immense hatred for both the rowdy peasantry and the corrupted aristocracy. Despite this, she tried to do her best to make the two sides see each other eye-to-eye. Her attempts continued on, even at the brink of revolution. But because of her constant appeasements, she was deeply despised by both sides. "This damned incompetent nobility bastard? Can't we just replace him with someone better?" Seen as too libertarian to be liked by the aristocracy ... "Democracy is the purest form of government, for it allows the collective to impart what it needs, Alscarraine needs to be a Republic!" "If democracy is the purest form of government, why are uneducated peasants advocating for it?" And seen too conservative for the revolutionaries ... Eventually, in an unfortunate stroke of fate, she found herself under the revolutionary guillotine left to die as her own fiancé left her for dead. As the blade is dropped, everything fades to silence. Chirp, chirp, chirp... But ... What's with that noise? The chirping of birds? Wait, this soft, fluffy feeling ... A grand mattress? Oh, it would seem that Yvette has awoken in her younger self. "I see, don't I just have to take control of this country myself then?" (Disclaimer: This is NOT supposed to replicate the French Revolution, nor France itself including the language, as it is a fictional fantasy world, as such any complaints about language will be immediately ignored) Discord Server - https://discord.com/invite/tUx689n7Ng

Tried of sleeping on the floor, a tough man in Teheran saved up for years to buy a real bed. For the first time in his life, he became the proud owner of a bed which had spring and a mattress. Because the weather was very hot, he carried the bed on to the roof of his house. He slept very well for the first two nights, but on the third night, a storm blew up. A gust of wind swept the bed off the roof and sent it crashing in to the courtyard below. The young man did not wake until the bed had struck the ground. Although the bed was smashed to pieces, the man was miraculously unhurt. When he wake up, he was still on the mattress. Glancing at the bits of wood and metal that lay around him, the man sadly picked up the mattress and carried in to his house. After he had put it on the floor, he promptly went to sleep again.

This is a story of two people who souls were exchanged through a wish, both the princess and the maid wished to be exchanged in their own world A beautiful girl was sitting on a brown mattress with a tattered pillow on her chest, she was crying and then she said “how I wish I was free from this life, I wish i never had the work of a maid I wish I had the life of a princess” then in another kingdom a princess sat on a gold queen sized bed “how I wish I never had a princess duty with all these going on how am I going to survive, I can’t even do things on my own without proper check up. And I can’t even achieve my dreams. Even if it is just an ordinary life it’s better than this”. Then the both of them said “how I wish I never had this kind of life”. Someone was watching them from up and the woman said “so shall it be” Dive into the stories of this two people. Melissa as she emerges as a princess, how would she solve the fight between the dark and light elves and unite them once and for all. Iris, as she emerges into the life of a maid, read how she fulfills her dream and deals with the problems in her life. Read this story as they struggle through temptations, heartbreak, and so many more. Will they be able to fulfill their dreams, wishes and have an happy ending? The novel is filled with romance and it is an action packed novels. Perfect for people looking for a magical and an action packed novel with romance

[ENRICHED WITH MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. ] AUTHOR TRANSMIGRATION "I want to write Villain perspective! Enough of this Hero and Heroine gig!" Nathalie Jean Quinn, life was so ordinary until she wrote the first book of her sequel, The Prince's Retribution, swept all over the literature world and garnered massive fan base and fortune. Now, she wanted to leave out of her comfort zone and challenge herself-- To seek the memoirs of a villainess in the story; for its sequel, The Prince's Ascension, Mystique is revealed. But even the management and the audiences begged to differ, so she made her way. Although, in the middle of completing the Sequel, the main villain, Mystique Blackwell, comes for her in that magical encounter and cursed her. Will Nathalie now transform to a monster that she created in her own story? *** Excerpt*** "You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property." Mystique was pressing her thighs against his, which he could never break free from her beguiling clutches. She was on top of him; the surge of confidence came with her and took charge for the whole ride. Her eyes were obscured with gleaming lust, and her hands worked their wonders and slinked to his chiseled abs up to his brawn sweaty chest. Every time she landed a smooth caress, he let out a stuttering moan as he was in spasms. His toes would dig deep into the mattress, no different from his nails that clawed, not trying to touch her sacred body. It wasn't all as she reached for his nipples, rubbing them ever-so-softly. The man would throw his bobbed back to the woolly pillows and arched his back from pleasure. Even though the bed creaked—fast and subtle that played their ears—she loved it. Just as she adored every point in him... Not a second delayed as he would shiver every time she would stroke the same parts of him. On the other hand, she has kept up the pace ever since. She crashed her well-endowed chest against his. Their lips parted by a hair's breadth, and he gritted his teeth as he saw her angelic feature up-close, driven by ecstasy. His gestures and countenance fueled her within, hastening the pace. There, he couldn't control his voice and let out pleasurable groans and grunts. Within those seconds, more thoughts began to blur her. She grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing him closer to her while whispering his ear. "You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property." *** P,S, The book has come to an end in a good note! Thank you so much for reading!

Annie had never thought of what they were undertaking In the light. Despite all her Romantic fantasies, she had never really believed she would find a husband at any of the season's entertainments. She had already found her champion and, ridiculously romantic or not, she knew she would never want any other.....! A TWIST OF FATE... Major Ian Sinclair never expected to be named anyone's guardian. And especially not of the young woman whose father was responsible for ending Ian's career and very nearly his life. But war made men do strange things, and now Anne Darlington was his responsibility. A very attractive responsibility. ~------------------~ Fate thrust Annie Darlington into the strong arms of Ian Sinclair, a tortured nobleman. But his secret connection to her father threatened her unspoken dream that Ian would someday return her LOVE... ___________ Synopsis: "If she's your Stormy opposite, tenderness will bring her to your bed. —Hunk Jarek Stepnov on woman-hunting. Nestled between Jarek's black satin sheets was a beautiful stranger, but she was way too sexy to be Goldilocks. The mystery woman revealed herself as Leigh Van Dolph, a tigress seeking a stake in his family's territory! Jarek knew just how to thwart her—bring the sleeping beauty to his bed again... This time for the ultimate loving. But the lady exec turned the tables on Mr Temptation, for their intimacy summoned a primitive, powerful need for a woman all his own... ________ "What are you doing in my bed?" Panic flattened Leigh to the mattress. "You sleep here?" "Sometimes," the man's deep voice rumbled. Dressed only in her bra and panties, Leigh hitched the black satin sheet over her bare shoulder. "You really should have taken everything off," he whispered. "To better enjoy the sheets. They're the finest quality." "I'm here on business. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was locked in here and thought I'd take advantage of the..." "You are in my bed. We have slept together." Leigh swallowed tightly. "You sound as if... You know, we've been intimate... And that isn't true." He shifted slightly and something she didn't understand slammed against her, taking her breath away. The massive bed seemed to slant, nudging her toward him on an erotic wave of satin sheets. Important Notice: This is a story written by Gayle Wilson. It is part of a trilogy called Sinclair Brides. Discord: JoannaAngel05#6579 Server: https://discord.gg/sPJ3yyj

My thoughts were still on the fate thing, the one thing that link did not explain, as I crawled back into my bed. A poorly built bed that was a futon with a mattress topper and a queen-size sheet that I had built not even a month ago and it was already falling apart. For the rest of the night, I had switched between talking to Aili and reading up until a minute or two before midnight Aili: You nervous? Me: Yeah, I did just break up with someone like two days ago, what if it's him? Aili: It won't be, send me a picture once yours appears Me: Bet I looked at the clock as the seconds ticked by 5 4 3 2 1 I took my hand off my wrist and looked at the name Allison C. R. --------------------------------- The events of the COVID-19 pandemic and caused governments around the world to think about how they'll keep their people from complaining about the mandates put in place. So they establish a project intended to bring at least two people together so nobody wouldn't be so lonely. They call it The Soulmate Project But little did they know there would be trouble Liz Cathleen Layzer, a 19-year-old woman who finished her first year of college finds herself with nothing to do. Until she finds out that her soulmate is her roommate who was supposedly straight. Allison "Aili" Courtney Ransom, also 19 years old finds herself fighting a crush on a certain girl. But that fighting moves to something else as she finds out her crush is her soulmate. Read on as we see the two woman's friends find their soulmates Read on as we see the two women become famous in just one night Read on to see the pain that will come with the Soulmate Project

" Your Majesty, it is disadvantageous to disclose the truth about the Crown Prince's birth. I will not allow it!" " Has your Majesty forgotten the resistance you faced because of the blood that flows in your veins? I cannot allow the Prince to go through such injustice and discrimination!" ''Empress , I've already made a decision. There will be no further discussion." ______________ His grey eyes were so captivating as if pulling her in. She could stare at it all day. She was enchanted by the colour and the stories it held. The gentleness and warmth in his eyes comforted her soul. ________________ She poked his face . "Do not pout" 'But I can't sleep without hugging my wife' 'Even the softest mattress is not as comfortable as where my wife sleeps' "Sweet talker" _____________ No Rape. No major misunderstandings. No love triangle. This is based on a purely fictional world. Cover does not belong to me. Source: Pinterest Updates on Wednesdays- Fridays.

Irsan Mercylight is a heavyweight loser looking for work for thousands of years and no one has accepted him until now, at the age of 22 he has to suffer insults from the mouth of a sweet neighbor and his own family. while his friends went to college and fought on a bed with lethargic swords and wounded shields, he could only accept the harsh reality. Jobless Immortal singles are nicknames that he got from his own friends and family. Irsan is a man with a very weak heart. The insults he got to hurt him every time, suicidal thoughts had entered his mind long ago. But the hobby of running away from reality makes his heart stronger. He watched several anime and many novels that made him change his mind. In this world, it is not only he who suffers, in this world many people suffer from the cruelty of the world. Therefore he will not kill himself, he will not surrender even if the world hurts him. He spent his youth watching, reading, and asking himself, what he lived for, and for what humans lived In the end, he learned all religions about the purpose of human life. He never thought about becoming an atheist, because according to him it was a disadvantage. Even if he became an atheist when he died there was nothing, but if there was a true religion, he would suffer forever in hell. So there is nothing wrong with believing in religion. Day after day, wound after wound makes him stronger, but he is still the same, Alone, weak, and poor. The rain will always stop and the rainbow will come afterward. An alien girl came to him and took him to another universe after fighting on a cheap mattress. Before moving where he was carried by an angel who called himself Gabriel, Like the usual story of Isekai, the MC always gets big benefits, like getting a system or other abilities. And finally, he got a system with an annoyed face that made people want to beat him up. "God !!!, Please take this shittttt !!!, I don't want this golden finger". "How can I enjoy everything that I will experience if there are no enemies that I can face it". "At least, weaken this system, this is too against the heaven" All the screams are useless, in irsan's ear a sentence from the voice he knows, "Congratulations, you have got the Supreme God system" "Supreme God system is a project of the supreme creator that can provide power to the host. The ability is to copy the target's strength, then increase it one hundred times stronger than the target". PS: I use people's names in Chinese, and use English to name a place, organization, or another inanimate object. the result will be very similar to the translation novel. but calm down this is not an imitation, this is purely my own work. This novel in english will be very bad translated, please understand, because I'm just a small writer in a small town in Indonesia and I'm just a high school graduate

Ren Lennon was thrown in a bright cold room, which in Burtgundy facility, was known as a cell. His body ached, and hardly had the energy to move. With what energy he had, he sat up and looked around in disbelief at what was to be his new home for a very long time. This cell, he regretably had to admit, was better than most. Besides it being deathly cold, it had a bed with a nice thick mattress in the far left corner. In the far right was a sink with a mirror above and a toilet. In the center of the ceiling was a single bright light that lit the room extremely well. That was all, however. The basic necessitites. In the near right corner of the room was a security surveillence camera. "Better get used to it, soldier. This facility is going to be your hell hole until you die," remarked the guard as a smirk emerged upon his face. SLAM! The guard slammed the door shut, sealing Ren within. The sound echoed throughout the room, his heart sinking as he slowly grasped the situation he was in. Shortly after that, the light went out, engulfing Ren in total darkness. He listened to the guards footsteps as he began to walk down the hallway until they grew distant enough that he could hear them no longer. "DAMNIT!" Ren slamed his fist in the gound as tears began to stream down his face. "Why..... why.... WHY!" On the ground, he curled up into a ball holding his head sobbing. "This... this... If... if only... if only..." Ren continued to sink in despair as he relived the last memory he had of his two friends. He was now all alone, and helpless. Due to the overall exhaustion, he slowly fell asleep on the cold floor of his new cell, his home, alone. Follow the story to find out what happens to Ren; The Core Soldier! I hope you enjoy. If you do, support me at the following links: https://ko-fi.com/ridiculousrobinn https://paypal.me/RidiculousRobinn?locale.x=en_US I also have a second novel: Ice Monarch!!!

*ADULT CONTENT* The little girl gasped for air while clutching at the rough hands firmly gripped around her neck. The unpleasant grin, the same panting and grunting of an unknown man. Paralyzed by the pain, she laid motionless on the mattress. A room that smelled of bleach, sweat and rust made her feel sick. She would throw up occasionally in between their violent thrusts, but they never stopped until they were satisfied. To numb the pain, she would shut her eyes, cover her ears and remember the time when she held her mother's hand as they walked to school. On the way, they would stop by a field of blooming hydrangeas. Remembering the nostalgic feeling of being wrapped in the warmth of her mother's arms and the familiar scent of hydrangeas.

Visit - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Nonameavailable (for week worth chapters in advance.) Even though it was a different world, it was not a medieval Western style. It’s not like an RPG Neither cheat ability nor administrator privileges could be used, and I couldn’t see my status. I don’t remember being hit by a truck when I came to this world, so of course …If you dare to say, the retro-modern world. Dense wooden construction, galvanised iron with tiled roof, bare light bulbs and tatami mats. Wooden window frames and wooden telephone poles that are not aluminium. Electric wires stretched around for unknown purposes, an Enamel signboard, and a wooden fence. “The women in this house have played the role of shrine maidens for generations. Listen to the voices of youkai, and convey the voices of people. In addition to mediating conflicts between humans and youkai.” She continued, “At this time. It is an important role to entertain the youkai who visit this house. Hospitality means … that… having sex with youkai …” The main character, his wife, and the youkai who “come to borrow his wife.” It is such a story that depicts a heartwarming everyday life. .......................................................................................................... Tags - Sex, Gangbang, Double Penetration, Netorase. Husband Watching and more. I am not the author of the story. Just a translator.

Ur having an anniversary dinner with ur girlfriend when things get hot and steamy under the table in the car and somehow u make it on the king mattress

When Jamie found himself far-flung into the future, he never thought he would awaken of top of an old, moldy mattress. Or find his surroundings turned into a gigantic junk pile. Welcome to Junkyard Earth. Now, Henry must survive this changed Earth. The only available items and resources are from the junk piles. Mutated wildlife, bio-engineered monstrosities, and horrors from the deep reaches of existence. Food sources are highly coveted. And will try to eat you too, given a chance. And the remaining humans, you say? Most are either raiders are cannibals. Or both. They get hungry too. At least he got a System out of it.

The Princess and the Pea ONCE upon a time there has been a prince who desired to marry a princess; but she might must be a real princess. He travelled all over the global to find one, but nowhere should he get what he desired. There have been princesses sufficient, however it turned into difficult to discover whether they had been real ones. There changed into continually some thing about them that was now not as it have to be. So he came home again and changed into sad, for he could have favored very much to have a actual princess. One evening a terrible hurricane got here on; there has been thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking became heard at the town gate, and the old king went to open it. It was a princess standing obtainable in the front of the gate. But, accurate gracious! What a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and garments; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And but she stated that she changed into a real princess. “Well, we’ll soon find that out,” notion the antique queen. But she said not anything, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the lowest; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on pinnacle of the mattresses. On this the princess needed to lie all night. In the morning she changed into requested how she had slept. “Oh, very badly!” stated she. “I actually have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven best is aware of what turned into within the mattress, but I changed into lying on some thing hard, so that I am black and blue throughout my frame. It’s terrible!” Now they knew that she become a actual princess due to the fact she had felt the pea proper through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds. Nobody but a real princess might be as sensitive as that. So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a actual princess; and the pea turned into put in the museum, in which it may still be seen, if nobody has stolen it. There, that is a genuine tale

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I gained consciousness and still it was very dark. Of course, it's because I still haven't opened my eyes. Still, my back hurts and the soft layer of the mattress is gone and it feels like I'm laying on the ground. Slowly, I opened my eyes... Only to see a white space. Everything was white.... Literally. Suddenly a screen appeared in front of my eyes. [SYSTEM NOTICE] X - Welcome to "Soul" an endless white space made to accommodate you. - [SYSTEM NOTICE] X - You have been chosen as one of the five people to test out "Game World Crossover". - [SYSTEM NOTICE] X - I am a system programmed to help you and due to that I am implanted directly to your soul. - [SYSTEM NOTICE] X - Achieve the First Phase. - - 2∆ - {ACCEPT} {AGREE} Hmmm... First Phase? What's that? Also, why don't I have a choice of declining? Then, after finishing the quest with the system's help, the screen appeared once more. [SYSTEM NOTICE] X - Quest Complete - - Transporting begins.... - - Transmigration to the game "Exiled Princess" initiation. - - Transmigration Successful - I'm really going to be transmigrated into another world.

One doesn't rise in love or climb in love, but rather "grows in love". True love, emotions linking persons together... The twilight awoke so many night creatures... Hearing the birds of the night let out their melodious lyrics brought her mind to a slight rest. She had been thinking all day, she couldn't get herself to put anything down on paper... she lay on a mattress staring deep into the clouds. The night creatures called out to her... Definitely more was needed to be done in other  to forget what had happened so to avoid drowning on her sad thought.

Louis opened his eyes, all he saw was a tomb-like blackness so oppressive it threatened to suffocate him. Somewhere beyond the boundaries of the dark, a siren wailed it's dirge. Suffering. Disaster. Death. No something much. much worse. The baby. He groaned and curled into stiff, creaky mattress and pulled a pillow against his nose an mouth until he slipped into oblivion. Waaa-uh-hu-waaa. Damn Chandler for throwing the tantrums and pitching the altimatums that had set him on road to this frozen wasteland. Damn Fitz for the handing him a map and waving goodbye. Damn Bella for being here in the first place. And damn his sorry, aching, icicled self for letting them all maneuver him into a mess like this. Again.

Prologue I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I sense unfamiliarity, but I still cannot think straight about this feeling that makes me so uneasy. Who I am? Where am I? After the moment had passed, I got up from the bed and saw everything in a daze. I was in a single bed that was made from wood and a thin mattress. The smells of burning wood lingering and I saw a fireplace in the room. There are no memories in my head. I shake my head as hard as I can and hope that things will get back in place. And then I saw a piece of paper that crumbled at my hand. “Dear Vierra, as you wish I erased your memory from your old life and granted you the cooking skills that will help you in this new world. And let the memory of your recipe from passed life remain. I Hope your new life will give you a better life. From me who cannot be named.” I let out a heavy sigh. Is this some lame joke? There is a sling bag under the tiny table beside the bed. I found a diary with a name written in front of it. “Vierra Maverick”

Anna bolted upward, clutching the patchwork quilt to her chest. Shudders wracked her body as she gulped in deep breaths .Shudders wracked her body as she gulped in deep breaths. She buried her face into the old familiar blanket, reaching for any kind of comfort. The last wispy layers of the nightmare faded, but her skin crawled with residual fear.She slept on a too-soft mattress that occupied an eleborate bronze frame. Across from he bed , a white marble hearth hoised a low-burning fire. She glanced at the rose - covered wallpaper and elehant mahogany trim frowned . Where the heck-oh yeah. Silver Creek. Cripes. She took aa deep breath to still the poundng of her heart.A terrible ringing thrummed in her head.

Mature 18+ Vivian's world is turned upside down when her sweet, fun loving boyfriend, Tommy, is killed and makes his cousin Niko vow to protect her. Niko is a brutal man thrown to the head of the families after the loss of his cousin and uncle. The last thing he wants is to babysit an ungrateful toy his cousin stupidly fell in love with. Preview: The room was dark with red hues and a large bed in the center draped in black silk sheets. Niko's body was over six feet tall and completely bare as he rammed himself violently into a woman he had bent over the edge of the bed. His hand was wrapped in her hair forcing her face into the mattress as she screamed in pleasure. Then he roughly pulled her head back making her screams louder. Niko's eyes met mine and he began fucking her faster, grunting out his release as I stood there and just watched him dominate every part of her body. I was right, he was a fucking beast and I swear I was not finding it fucking hot. What is wrong with me? I quickly ran from that room and headed straight to mine. That did not just happen.

Torryn, one of the most vicious alpha male of his era, imprinted on Snow, a mere woodland-raised she wolf. Their undeniable affinity for each other grow as the secrets of their past unfold. Will it break them? Or will it entangle them back together? ~~~ Another pang of thunder distracted Snow Grimlake from her thoughts as her hands trembled beside her temples. Her eyelids now closed shut. She could not bear anymore of this. Her eyes started to tear up. "Does the thunder bother you, little bird?" The familiar scent woke every fiber of Snow's body as she intently listened to his voice. His voice rasped, breathy, honeyed and almost guttural made every inch of her body tingle. There he stood before the bed still in his ripped dark trousers with a knee propped on the elevated mattress. Snow failed to answer as her gaze stuck at the curves of his shoulders, the sharp edges of his jaw down to the veins on his arms. She looked away as she took glimpse of the furrows below his stomach where his manhood hid. She heard a chuckle as the alpha shook his head. "Answer me, when I talk to you." This time his voice felt enraged. Snow manages as a nod and affirmed her alpha's orders. "Yes, alpha." "Good, little bird."

In 1949, priests performed an exorcism on a boy referred to as "Roland Doe," a.k.a. Ronald Hunkeler, in a chilling ordeal that became the real-life inspiration for "The Exorcist." In the picturesque Bel-Nor neighborhood of St. Louis, Missouri, sits a beautiful, Colonial-style house on Roanoke Drive that was once the home of a boy called Roland Doe, a.k.a. Robbie Mannheim or Ronald Hunkeler.It looks normal on the outside, with an all-brick exterior and white shutters framing the windows. Huge trees and neatly manicured bushes dot the yard. Their 13-year-old boy, believed to be named Ronald Hunkeler (later referred to pseudonymously as “Roland Doe” or “Robbie Mannheim”), was despondent over the loss of his beloved Aunt Harriet. Harriet was a spiritualist who’d taught him many things — including how to use a Ouija board. In early January 1949, shortly after Harriet’s death, Ronald Hunkeler began to experience strange things. He heard scratching sounds coming from the floors and walls of his room. Water dripped inexplicably from pipes and walls. Most troubling of all was that his mattress would suddenly move. Disturbed, Ronald’s family sought the help of every expert they knew. The family consulted doctors, psychiatrists, and their local Lutheran minister, but they were no help. The minister suggested that the family seek the assistance of the Jesuits. Father E. Albert Hughes, the local Catholic priest, asked his superiors’ permission to perform an exorcism on the boy in late February of 1949. The church granted Hughes’ request. In early January 1949, shortly after Harriet’s death, Ronald Hunkeler began to experience strange things. He heard scratching sounds coming from the floors and walls of his room. Water dripped inexplicably from pipes and walls. Most troubling of all was that his mattress would suddenly move. Disturbed, Ronald’s family sought the help of every expert they knew. The family consulted doctors, psychiatrists, and their local Lutheran minister, but they were no help. The minister suggested that the family seek the assistance of the Jesuits. Father E. Albert Hughes, the local Catholic priest, asked his superiors’ permission to perform an exorcism on the boy in late February of 1949. The church granted Hughes’ request. In early January 1949, shortly after Harriet’s death, Ronald Hunkeler began to experience strange things. He heard scratching sounds coming from the floors and walls of his room. Water dripped inexplicably from pipes and walls. Most troubling of all was that his mattress would suddenly move. Disturbed, Ronald’s family sought the help of every expert they knew. The family consulted doctors, psychiatrists, and their local Lutheran minister, but they were no help. The minister suggested that the family seek the assistance of the Jesuits. Father E. Albert Hughes, the local Catholic priest, asked his superiors’ permission to perform an exorcism on the boy in late February of 1949. The church granted Hughes’ request.