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[Mature Content] "Please, call me Christian," he insists. "And I know this might be intrusive, but I can't help but wonder if there's anything I can do to help. Professionally or personally." Surprised by his offer, Marilena considers the possibilities. Here is a man she barely knows, the boss of the man who just broke her heart, extending a helping hand. Perhaps in the storm of her emotions, a strategic alliance could be forged. "Well," she begins, a spark of determination igniting in her eyes, "there is one thing you could help me with, Christian." With a newfound determination, Marilena approaches Christian with a proposition. "Help me show him what he's missing," she says, her eyes sparkling with a blend of mischief and resolve. Christian's lips curves into a wry smile. "I'm in, Marilena. Let's make him regret ever letting you go." _______ In "The Boss's Persuasion," delves into the captivating world of Marilena Chauque, a resilient woman who, after a heart-wrenching breakup with her boyfriend, finds herself entangled in a web of unexpected emotions. Desperate to make her ex-fiance jealous, Marilena enters into a fake relationship with none other than her former lover's charismatic and influential boss, Christian Ngale. As Marilena navigates the complexities of their faux romance, the lines between reality and pretence blur, leading her to question her true feelings. Christian, known for his charm and enigmatic presence, proves to be an unexpected ally in her quest for revenge and self-discovery. As the charade deepens, Marilena is forced to confront the consequences of her actions and the unexpected twists of a game that initially seemed harmless. "The Boss's Persuasion" is a tale of love, deception, and the transformative power of unexpected connections, as Marilena grapples with her emotions and the possibility that her fake relationship may lead to a truth she never anticipated. Will Marilena's pursuit of revenge ultimately become a journey of genuine love, or will the intricacies of her plan unravel in ways she never imagined?

Plotted against by his own father Zhen Sihao has a car accident on a treacherous curve of the highway. That caused him to crash into Chen Emmi's life in a twist of fate. His sudden appearance on this cold Autumn night disrupts both their lives. This is a story of a cold and powerful CEO finding love with a sweet girl who grows medicinal herbs.

*This book is in the viral competition, support author by gifting power stone, golden ticket, and adding book to library.* . . On the first day of their divorce he said, "She'll be back before midnight." The second day, "She'll be back in three days. It's just one of her stunt to make me mad". The third day, "She cannot do without me so she'll be back in seven days." On the seventh day, "She'll definitely come back within two weeks." After a whole month... "Boss she's really doing it, she's kissed a stranger at the gala." "Catch her and bring her home." . . In her past life she was the good and enduring wife, in this life she became his little devious sin. A pain in the ass and his little ass kicker. "No one dared treat Mr Hamilton the way she did, do you think he would forgive her?" . . Harlow Blackwood was accused and wrongfully killed in her past life by her family and husbands family. But fate had other plans for her. When she returned, Harlow swore to take revenge on the people who killed her children and ended her life. But there was something else in this life. The husband who joined her enemies to attack her in her previous life turned out to dot on her more than ever before. In her past life Harlow was a mighty cook and would prepare food for the entire family, she turned into their slave to please them, yet no one liked her. But in this life... "I am useless hubby, I can't cook, clean, have kids or take care of you... Her hubby smiled. "None of those matters. I can cook, clean, take good care of you and most importantly, give you children. How many are you willing to have?" In her current life, her husband has a huge secret too, what could that be? . . For more info on the book follow me on Instagram @Sspears and Facebook @kourtneysspears.

"Yawn…" At the mouth of a massive cave high above the world, a giant beast stood, its sharp eyes scanning the land below. The white fur covering its massive frame shimmered, turning orange in the glow of the setting sun. "System, you owe me," the beast muttered lazily, letting out another deep yawn. (Host should be grateful for the system. This system will make you the strongest being in this world—and beyond.) "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. But why couldn't I reincarnate as a human or, I don't know, a god? No, I get stuck as a beast. And not just any beast—the most wanted beast in the entire world," the creature grumbled, his tone dripping with annoyance. (But host, you are an SSS-ranked beast.) "Yeah, and what's that supposed to mean? System, I've been attacked forty times today. Forty! And I was just born this morning," he snapped, his tail lashing as his dark blue eyes glared out into the horizon. (…) "Oh, now you're quiet. Fine. Then answer me this—where are my parents? You know, the ones who should be raising me or at least teaching me how not to die?" (Erm… yes, host. Your parents… left you to fend for yourself.) "Great. Just great. That does it—I'd really appreciate it if I could go back to Earth," he growled, turning around and trudging back into the cave, his heavy footsteps echoing through the stone walls. This beast wasn't just rare; it was legendary. A creature straight out of myths and stories. Anyone who could capture it would instantly become the strongest tamer alive. But it wasn't just the fame or power that made this beast special. Its massive, wolf-like body was covered in sleek white fur . Its eyes—dark blue with black edging—gave it a fierce, almost otherworldly presence. The beauty and charm that came with owning this beast were part of its allure. The cave itself was no ordinary hiding place. Perched thousands of meters in the sky, it was practically unreachable. Yet, humans would still risk life and limb to climb the cliff, all for a shot at taming the beast. Inside, the walls were lined with glowing red insects, casting an eerie light, while smooth, white stones radiated a calm, almost soothing energy. "I was living the dream," the beast muttered, lying down on the cool floor. "Just a lazy dude heading out to buy the newest game when—bam—Truck-kun hit me. And now, here I am, stuck in this godforsaken cave, being hunted every hour of the day." The memory made him growl softly, the sound rumbling through the cave. He stretched his massive body and glanced around, taking in the strange glow of the insects and the calm of the stones. "Guess there's no use complaining. Might as well figure out what to do next," he thought, settling into the only comfortable spot he could find. Outside, the first stars began to dot the darkening sky. The beast's eyes gleamed as he watched them. He didn't ask to be here, but if this world wanted to make him the most hunted creature alive, then fine. They'd regret ever coming after him. Not only them but even beyond—the gods and the demons alike—for he would be the reincarnation of doom. But first… "A proper good night's sleep," the beast muttered as his eyes closed, and he drifted to sleep.

After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game. Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting! For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true! Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization… Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear. *** There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him. Shen Nianzu called out softly, "Jin-ge." Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, "What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?" Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it. Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.” Jin Jiuchi: ? *** Lunatic drama king, wild beast gong x big beauty, cunning, strong-acting-weak shou Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, supernatural, psychological, mystery, slow romance, ghosts, gore, monsters, beasts, shameless protagonist, survival game, teamwork, unlimited flow, horror, suspense, younger love interest Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Dans le monde post-apocalyptique, Luo Qiao, dotée d'une Capacité Spéciale, a transmigré dans une fille pitoyable que personne ne voulait. Par un coup de chance, elle a gagné un espace, vraiment une raison de célébrer. Pourtant, elle découvrit non seulement qu'elle avait traversé, mais qu'elle avait aussi fini dans un livre, avec le destin du personnage original tragiquement condamné ! Haha, avec une Capacité Spéciale et un espace à sa disposition, Luo Qiao disait qu'elle n'avait besoin de personne. Cependant, ce villageois réputé pour être un chef handicapé excentrique semblait vouloir l'aider à chaque instant. Les yeux de Luo Qiao pétillaient, hehe, s'accrocher à une cuisse de puissance pour le soutien ne semblait pas être une mauvaise idée. Regardez comment la délicate épouse est choyée, voyez comment Luo Qiao profite de sa vie Xiao Yao……….

**This book is in the viral competition. Support me by adding to library, gifting power stones, and golden tickets** . . Perhaps out of mercy, Ava Whitlock found herself reborn before all the tragedies - before her public image was ruined, before her career ended, before her real family disowned her existence and she was brutally murdered by the fake daughter her family had. . . All Ava Whitlock ever wanted in her whole existence was to have a family of her own, one which adored her and reciprocated her love. Her adoptive family were abusive, and when her real wealthy family descended from heaven, Ava thought the universe finally answered her prayer. Her prominent family were the owner of the Whitlock's conglomerate, the largest conglomerate in Lebron City. She had three powerful brothers: Jerome, the general manager of the conglomerate; Noah, the director of the conglomerate's firm; and Caspian, the best software engineer in all of Lebron City. Ava thought she had it all, but what she never expected was that her real family wanted nothing to do with her. They saw her as an eye-sore who was here to claim the position of their fake daughter, and they made no attempt to hide that they preferred the fake daughter to their flesh and blood. . On her death bed, Jerome, Ava's eldest brother asked, almost laughing, "Ava's at the point of death?" Her mother hissed before replying almost immediately, "Good. Let her rot." "Why are we being informed about this?" Noah, Ava's second brother asked. "Ava is no longer part of the Whitlock household after the little stunt she pulled. It's sickening that she still bears my household's name legally, but don't call me even if she's dead," her father said dryly. . . In this life, Ava had another mission. To stop her name from getting ruined publicly, and to earn her family's respect instead. She didn't care about her family's love anymore. But a lot of things changed in her new life that she didn't have answers to. How did she end up with three other guardian angels?! And why did they address her as their lovely little sister?! Also, how did she have a fiance in this new life who was dotting on her?

"You can outrun many things, but fate will always find you, like your shadow in the light." . In the heart of Washington D.C., mafia heir Vaughn Volkov is on a mission that takes him far from the sun-soaked streets of California. The bustling city, with its imposing monuments and corridors of power, is a far cry from the palm-lined avenues of his home. Vaughn, however, is not one to be easily intimidated. His piercing blue eyes and commanding presence turn heads wherever he goes, a reminder that beneath his polished exterior lies a man accustomed to danger and control. Vaughn's path crosses with Eliza Monroe, a seemingly innocent college student whose gentle demeanor masks a resilience forged from her own turbulent past. Eliza, with her kind heart and determined spirit, is an enigma. She spends her days buried in books at the library, her nights working part-time to make ends meet. Her brown eyes, often hidden behind a cascade of dark curls, hold a depth that Vaughn finds both intriguing and unsettling. Their first encounter is anything but ordinary. Vaughn watches, intrigued by her fearlessness and the fire in her eyes. "You're not like the others," he remarks later, cornering her in the quiet corner of the library. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down Eliza's spine. "And you're not just the student here," she retorts, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you want from me?" Vaughn's lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Maybe I just want to get to know you." Despite her reservations, Eliza feels a strange pull towards Vaughn. His presence is intoxicating, a blend of danger and allure that she finds hard to resist. As they spend more time together, Eliza begins to see glimpses of the man beneath the mafia heir. Vaughn, too, finds himself drawn to Eliza in ways he never anticipated. Her kindness, her strength, and her unyielding spirit ignite something within him that he thought long buried. Yet, as their connection deepens, the shadows of their pasts loom ever larger. Vaughn's family business, shrouded in crime and violence, is never far from his mind. His enemies are ruthless, and his association with Eliza puts her squarely in their crosshairs. Eliza, too, harbors secrets. The dark forces that have shaped her life threaten to consume her, and Vaughn's world only amplifies those dangers. As their worlds collide, they must navigate a treacherous web of intrigue, passion, and forbidden desire. But with danger lurking around every corner, will their love survive, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of fate?

Song Yan vécut une vie misérable. Elle naquit avec une grande fortune mais sa 'chance' fut 'arrachée' par sa demi-sœur. C'était son destin de se marier avec Fu Yusheng, le PDG et propriétaire des Corporations Fu. Cependant, sa demi-sœur, jalouse, intercepta son destin et lui vola sa 'bonne chance', à partir de là, Song Yan rencontra des ennuis sans fin, elle subit des accidents, perdit ses scénarios et finalement mourut après avoir été victime d'un accident de la route. Mais elle était réticente, réticente car elle aimait Fu Yusheng et son fils qu'elle avait laissé derrière elle dans la famille Fu. Son âme qui aurait dû se disperser et être emmenée en Enfer devant le Roi Yama, se transforma en un fantôme vengeur. Ce n'est qu'après être devenue un fantôme qu'elle réalisa le genre de tromperie parfaite que sa demi-sœur avait prévu pour elle. Heureusement, avant que son âme ne devienne plus sombre et ne se transforme en esprit malveillant, elle croise la route d'un maître céleste qui lui promet un nouveau départ tant qu'elle reste avec lui et apprend la voie du surnaturel. Ainsi, Song Yan devint la disciple du maître céleste et continua à servir le maître céleste et sa famille en tant que Fantôme. Après cinq cents ans de service, elle est libérée par son maître et obtient une chance de renaissance. Elle renaît le jour où elle a eu l'accident de voiture. Dans cette vie, elle est dotée du pouvoir surnaturel de voir les vérités célestes. Elle jure de se venger d'elle-même et de son fils qui a connu une mort malheureuse à cause de sa demi-sœur. Mais pourquoi son mari apathique qui ne s'est jamais soucié d'elle, la poursuit-il ?

She was wearing a pair of black lace little intimates, tightly clinging to her plump buttocks, the curves below the crease slightly protruding, full of temptation. Under the influence of alcohol and the stimulation of Lin Wanqiu's provocative body, a fire exploded in his heart, and he could no longer hold back, pouncing on Lin Wanqiu…

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will Rosé find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

Ethan Whittaker, a seventeen-year-old prodigy from Earth, finds his life irrevocably altered after a car accident transports him to an advanced civilization known as the Galactic Dominion. Here, colossal spaceships dominate the skies, and technology surpasses his wildest dreams. Stranded, Ethan is thrust into a rigorous training regimen under the guidance of Dr. Kaira, a Dominion scientist who recognizes his potential. Despite the steep learning curve, Ethan’s intellect shines, and he is soon inducted into the elite Pilot Corps. His skills quickly land him a crucial mission: to infiltrate a rebellious faction threatening the Dominion. With a mix of fear and excitement, Ethan embarks on an intergalactic adventure that could shape the fate of an entire galaxy.

Max, an ordinary student, found his world upended when powerful, chaotic, God-like beings descended upon Earth, bestowing grand and bizarre abilities upon humans while compelling them to participate in their perverse games.

An ocean of energy, that is the universe. The source matter comes from, the foundation of everything, and there is a prerequisite to touch it. Lucas was a soldier who almost met an unfortunate end. Fortunately, that was his chance at touching the extraordinary. But as we all know, everything has a price, and this one demands immediate payment before it can be enjoyed. On this journey, what will Lucas find? What will he lose? Will his character stay the same, introverted, indifferent and unmotivated? Will his heart stay hollow or will it be filled? And by filling it, is he opening the way for tragedies? After all, caring means risking pain when losing. In the end, were Humans' Limits for their own good? ______________ Money ? Fame ? Good but transient. The best investment would always be in oneself. We came to this world with only a soul and a body molded from energy. Unfortunately, like everything in the world, we were born shackled. I got lucky enough to see the path so I shall seek intrinsic elevation and transcend human limits. _______&_______ A soldier almost dying in the desert Needing to run from death after coming back to life Forced to jump into a pit after throwing death off his ass . "Can I at least have my heart soothed by some soft curves? They don't need to be too big." https://discord.com/invite/KgWYhBGYzv

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Cold meets cold. Nympho encounters nympho. Gangster meets gangster. Meet Lanala Rinwar, a tough tomboy with impressive abs and surprising curves, who heads a syndicate. Her relentless heartbreak has turned her heartless and frigid. Although she is the richest teenager in Australia and the daughter of the founder of the nation's largest IT firm, others see her as the luckiest girl, while she harbors a troubled past known only to one. After transferring to a new school due to her friends, she finds her match in Nathan Jacobs, a childhood friend with a similar intense nature. Every girl wants him, but he remains aloof. NATHAN JACOBS is a rarity; a nympho who isn’t captivated by women. He enjoys hookups but remains controlled, the reason for which is a mystery even to him. While he occasionally sleeps with girls, he leads Chicago's most powerful syndicate. He is the son of the owner of Chicago’s largest IT company, and his mother is a lifelong friend of Lanala's mother. What happens when fate brings these two back together? What unfolds when he unknowingly becomes infatuated with her? She confronts him about a crucial question he has been avoiding for years. Will he finally answer? Will they fall for each other? Explore the deep connection between these two.

"Since the veil between the world have already been broken, I mean to take advantage of that by summoning an army of willing workers and soldiers..... From your world." It took you five minutes to get your jaw from the the floor. When you succeeded you could not help crying out "You plan to get more people here?!!" "No." She answered "YOU are going to get them here. YOU are going to guide them, teach them, use them to rebuild Calgara and most importantly convince them that all they see and hear shall be an elaborate well crafted illusion." "You want them to believe that this is all a game?" Her lips curved into that thin slash and she raised her arms towards the sky. "The grandest of all games. Let us call it NEISER.

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

Fu Xiang's body jolted in anger."I will kill you". He spat. "I will make sure you and your family rot in hell, it's the only place fit for the likes of you". Zhao An Na laughed, lips curved in a taunting smirk to him Fu Xiang's words sounded like a joke and it might have well been one, if you were threatened by someone chained like an animal and as skinny as a skeleton, you too would think it was a joke. "Pray tell me how would you, you would be dead in a couple of days," Zhao An Na said. "Or maybe weeks if you are lucky". He added after some thinking. "Even if I have to crawl out from the out of hell, I promise you that I will make your life a nightmare," Fu Xiang said. "I would love to see you try" Zhao An Na smirked. " ****** Fu Xiang, a rising beta actor, seemed to have it all – a loving boyfriend, a loyal friend, a supportive family, and fame. However, his life took a dark turn when he uncovered a buried secret from his past. Betrayed by his closest confidants, he endured torment before his passing. Reborn as Feng Mei Hui, an omega heir to a multi-billion-dollar company, Fu Xiang seeks closure and faces the challenge of confronting those who wronged him. His only potential ally is Han Yichen, his supposed fiancé. Will Fu Xiang find it in his heart to trust again and open up to Han Yichen, or will the darkness of vengeance consume him entirely?

Halsey witnessed the deaths of her mother and brother, her father unable to bear it, passed away in grief. The pack all believed it was Halsey's fault, causing them to lose a powerful beta, her father, so she was shunned and became an omega，and faced all kinds of bullying. Halsey hoped that by the time she turned 18, she would be able to sense her own wolf, so that a mate could possibly appear and she could escape her current predicament. Surprisingly, Halsey discovered that the Alpha was her destined mate, but the disparity in their status caused the Alpha to waver between her and his lover, causing Halsey great heartache. Halsey inherited her family's heirloom, a necklace that gave her powerful abilities, enabling her to grow rapidly. However, what filled her with despair was the gradual realization that there was more to the mysterious deaths in her family, and somehow connected to her uncle who had already become a beta. Halsey desired to uncover the truth, but her omega status placed restrictions at every turn. Despite this, her alpha mate chose to steadfastly stand by her side, supporting and protecting her. *** "How-how do you like your women Alpha?. She asked timidly. He smirks at this. "Curious are we?". he asks, his fingers tracing the curve of her delicate waist. Taking the coffee she had brought to serve him, he answers in a slow seductive manner. "How do I like my women? The way I like my coffee. Black and sealed in a bag that is airtight. Also, stored in the deep freezer". his eyes never leaving mine, I gasp as he pressed the cold metal of his coffee cup on my nape. "And you-your milk delivery? Across the front or the back" "I wouldn't mind taking it from the back." he whispers in her ear, his tongue livking her earlobe. "Alpha- I have work to do." she complains. " How are you not tired? You have been engaged in a naked marathon in my head all day. My sweet Omega".

It is to be known, when a girl turns sixteen-: She is no more a girl! And, it is to be added, a man's greatest charm, is his rich earns and wit of standing out!! ***** ‘To, Miss Victoria Lancaster… My pen has sung, my writing has spoken… and I still remain a stranger! Or am I? My apologies for the wait, I stood by the riverside in Welsh lands, wondering why an imposter would impersonate my writings to you… Forgive me for calling him the word—I stand hurt, and hurt even more by this! From Prince Harry McVourse… with Love.' ***** Victoria Lancaster, fourth of the six Lancaster siblings, stands in the predicament of societal wants and her lone desire for love. Being introduced to society for the first time, and as the first daughter of her family to be introduced, she needs a successful first season. And a successful season for a lady means, securing a suitor and a husband! Concurrently, Harry McVourse, standing as Knight, seeks the same accomplishments as Victoria, but his situation is quite melodramatic! His mother, the third of King Charles' five wives—though each was married one after the other and divorced except for the last—seeks to have her two sons marry swiftly and bless her with a grandson. A grandson is not her will but a want from King Charles, demanded of his sons. This, indeed, is an all-queens' contest to see whose son shall deliver a grandson first. Knight, despite understanding the depth and urgency of the matter, knows that the partner must be his. An uncareful selection would lead to years of despair and pain! As of that matter, he depicts societal balls and celebrations as a confined showcase of hypocrisy and pretense. He needs see the eligible spinsters beyond societal confines, and that’s what leads him to stand as a night guard in the Lancasters' new London mansion. A coincidence? Therefore, with Victoria Lancaster being the definite spinster Knight becomes much engaged with, he gradually develops a desire for the girl. However, despite this desire, he is opposed by many admirers, especially his brother, Prince Edward McVourse, whose efforts cannot be overlooked, in addition to his half-brother, Prince William McVourse, a lad whose in future leaves Knight wrathful due to a certain impotent depiction. As a result, he delights in the idea of writing to Lady Lancaster every morning. An anonymous write! His intention being; to the least, stand out from the men in pursuit. However, without Knight’s knowledge, Victoria is slowly enjoying the curves and words in those writings. Each night, she dreads time to pass quickly, anticipating another writing to be brought to her. She becomes intrigued until she desires to know the man behind the writing. Additionally, her mother pressures her to stand firm on the choice of the man she is to choose—Lord Edward, Knight’s elder brother, who is said to possess two hundred thousand a year. The letters draw Victoria and Knight closer, but their budding connection faces significant challenges. Knight must navigate the rivalry with his brothers, particularly Edward and William, both competing for Victoria's hand, in addition to formally acquainting himself with the ladyship. Victoria, on the other hand, struggles to reconcile her growing feelings for the unknown writer with her mother's expectations and the societal norms of the time. What happens next? "In His Writing" is a novel set in the Victorian era, embracing themes of romance, mystery, and conflict, in addition to societal conflicts, identity, and desires. (DAILY UPDATES A WEEK.) I HOPE Y'ALL SHALL ENJOY. LIKE, COMMENT.

"Hold on..." The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon. Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back. "Wait." She murmurs... "I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress. It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..." The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?" No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead. "Hey! Move over, I can't see!" "See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!" "Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!" "Calm down everyone." Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"

``` [Contenu Mature.] "Je serai toujours à tes côtés, à côté de toi, sur toi, derrière toi... Le choix t'appartient." Un immortel qui a vécu un millénaire... Il a eu de nombreux noms, de nombreuses vies, de nombreux titres, mais il en est un qui lui est resté plus que les autres... Kaden. Un regard et vous pensez rencontrer le diable. Dangereux, fourbe et indifférent, les gens baissaient toujours la tête devant lui—à l'exception de la femme qui fit plier le tyran à genoux. Une femme dotée d'un pouvoir spécial et d'une malédiction... Lina. Elle était maudite avec la clairvoyance—la capacité de voir le futur proche ou lointain d'une personne. Alors que la plupart des gens n'ont pas de souvenir de leur enfance, Lina se rappelait de sa première vie. Depuis sa naissance, elle répétait les cauchemars concernant un homme censé être décédé. 1000 ans après sa mort, Lina le revoit, et il veut avoir affaire à elle en toutes choses. Malheureusement, il n'y a nulle part dans ce monde où elle pourrait se cacher qu'il ne puisse la trouver. Que va-t-il arriver à la terrifiée Lina et au fourbe Kaden? Vont-ils retrouver l'amour ? Va-t-elle fuir la vérité ? La laissera-t-il partir ? Une fille humaine et un immortel, ensemble... c'est un amour qui a mis le monde à genoux. + + + + + Attention : Contenu sexuel explicite. Vous pourriez devenir accro au livre ;) Connectez-vous avec moi : Instagram : www.instagram.com/xincerely_author Facebook : www.facebook.com/xincerelywriter/ Email : xincerely1@gmail.com Couverture : Une pièce d'art commandée dessinée par Laylee Hui. Tous droits exclusifs. Éditeur : diane_loves_2_read ```

``` Rappel : Il n'y a pas de pouvoir de l'amitié dans ce roman. (Attention : Ce roman comporte une étiquette r18 et contient du contenu mature.) **** Raydon regardait d'un air hébété les textes holographiques flottant devant ses yeux. ''Comment ai-je atterri dans un tel événement ? '' [Planète] : B7890-D4850 [Race] : Humain [Nom] : Raydon Demugen [Titre] : N/A [PV] : N/A [PM] : N/A [Force] : N/A [Agilité] : N/A [Endurance] : N/A [Chance] : N/A [Charisme] : N/A [Esprit] : N/A [Équipement(s) Magique(s)] : N/A [Enchantement(s) Corporel(s)] : N/A [Stockage Dimensionnel] : N/A [Temps jusqu'au réveil : 00:16:30] *** Dans un monde doté de technologies avancées et de jeux VR en immersion totale, Raydon est la seule personne à avoir obtenu le titre de « Dieu » grâce à ses accomplissements et à son talent dans les jeux. Mais, à la suite de certains événements inattendus, il a perdu la vie et s'est éveillé dans un monde différent. Dans ce monde, qui semble similaire au sien, il a découvert l'existence de personnes éveillées connues sous le nom de Détenteurs d'objet. Il est rapidement devenu lui-même un détenteur d'objet et a commencé à participer à des matchs contre d'autres mondes pour monter de niveau et obtenir des objets dotés de différentes compétences. Utilisant les aptitudes et les connaissances qui lui avaient valu le titre de « Dieu » dans sa vie précédente, il a commencé à faire des progrès pour devenir un véritable Dieu dans ce monde. *** N'oubliez pas de lire le chapitre auxiliaire (Explications importantes) si vous avez des questions sur le système ou la terminologie des détenteurs d'objet. *** Gardez à l'esprit que le MC est, dans l'âme, juste un joueur qui considère sa vie comme un jeu. Il a un esprit rationnel, mais il prendra des décisions irrationnelles si cela signifie plus d'excitation, de plaisir et de butin pour lui. *** Suivez-moi sur Instagram pour les illustrations des personnages. Instagram : goldenlineagenovel La couverture m'appartient. ''XimeoindeX'' Merci pour la touche dorée. *** ```

Sister in law: "Qing, why is the eggplant you planted curved?" Li Qing: "What do you understand? Only curved ones are more enjoyable?" Sister in law's face turned red and she said, "Why are cucumbers straight?" Li Qing chuckled mischievously and said, "Only straight ones can go deeper."

Knagslot was an accountant and living fine not until oneday when he is recarnated as Dot korreto, and he his made the minion's clown, making him to compete in the game - A Nightmare for clowns. He is to battle against different monsters and win at last - the price his life and freedom. He also discovers the powers that comes with his system, but those too have a lot of disadvantage. And soon, after winning and winning and losing and discovering shocking mysteries, knagslot wants to leave, and too that won't be easy and has a whole lot of disadvantages.

Seo-jun was an average college student until one day an accident took his life away. He suddenly found himself waking up in the body of Adrian Mallorne, a minor antagonist side character in a novel he read once before. Excerpt: "So, the Crown Prince is an Aura User, if the book is anything to go off of, and the third prince is a Spellsword? Why does the second prince seem so underwhelming next to these powerhouses?" . . . Sitting on the other side of the Crown Prince was a man with hair that was as blinding as a freshly minted gold coin. His facial features were sharp like the Crown Prince's, but Adrien could tell even from this distance that the man's eyelashes were long and thick and that his eyes were just slightly curved up, much like a cat's. And speaking of those eyes, his irises were a deep and intense red that could put any jewel to shame. And those beautiful eyes were trained on him. To borrow Seo-ah's words, 'this guy is freaking hot,' flashed through his mind. That was the first time Adrien ever agreed with that particular saying. But who is that red-eyed guy? Could he be the second prince? It was possible since he looked a lot like the description the author used for the king. But why would the second prince stare at me? Did he know the Original Adrien even though I don't have any memories of him? And how is that the face of an unnamed background character who doesn't even appear in the book?

Ichika Scape et son frère Nerio mènent une vie ordinaire de lycéens jusqu’au jour où leur école entière, est soudainement transportée dans un univers virtuel. Coincés dans un monde de donjons et de monstres, ils découvrent que leur survie dépend de leur capacité à progresser à travers 500 vagues, chacune plus redoutable que la précédente. Dotés de statistiques et de classes assignées, les élèves doivent se regrouper, combattre des créatures terrifiantes, et affronter des défis qui mettent à l’épreuve leur force, leur esprit et leurs liens. Mais ce n’est pas tout : chaque mois, une personne disparaîtra de manière mystérieuse, et la mort dans ce jeu est définitive, les empêchant de revenir dans leur monde. Dans ce monde impitoyable, chaque décision pourrait être la dernière.