Tilted Toque

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

A pesar de su frialdad habitual, se enamoró de su cálido toque solo para terminar decepcionada y traicionada. Cuando el amor se torna en oscuridad, se convierte en venenoso y consume el alma. La ingenua Arabella evolucionó. —Gracias por convertirte en mi esposa —fueron las últimas palabras de su frío esposo antes de morir, acompañadas de una sonrisa que nunca antes había adornado sus labios. Ni en el día de su boda. Y ni siquiera en el nacimiento de su único hijo. El Emperador Ferdinand, a quien Arabella amaba tanto, mató a su hijo. Ella se convirtió en una villana y juró venganza por su amado hijo. Durante una década, utilizó todo lo que pudo para hacer pagar a Ferdinand. Hasta que finalmente… ¡cayó en la ruina! Con su venganza completa, la vida de Arabella pronto terminó con su esposo muerto en sus brazos. Pero el destino no había terminado de jugar con ella. De repente, estaba de vuelta hace dos décadas justo después de su boda. ¿Era una maldición o una bendición? No importaba. Porque solo había una cosa que necesitaba hacer. —¡Te arruinaré también en esta vida! —Era su odiosa promesa consigo misma al darse cuenta de que había renacido. Pero en su segunda vida, a Arabella inesperadamente se le otorgó el don de descubrir la verdad. ¿Quién estaba equivocado y quién tenía razón? Solo el tiempo lo dirá.

La nueva novela Espacio de Renacimiento: Encanto de los 80 ha sido lanzada. Como la hija mayor de la rama principal de la Familia Yang, el placer de Yang Ruxin era construir la fortuna familiar y apoyar a sus hermanos menores. Pero, ¿por qué ese hombre ciego y cojo era un Espíritu Tan Persistente? Cuando ella cocinaba, él venía a encender el fuego; Cuando ella montaba su puesto, él seguía para pregonar sus productos... —Digo, señor Gu, ¿tiene que ayudar con todo lo que hago? —preguntó Yang Ruxin con un toque de molestia. —Sí. —el señor Gu asintió seriamente. —Entonces ahora quiero... —Esposa. —El señor Gu se levantó rápidamente de su silla de ruedas—. Mientras no nos separemos, te daré todo lo que quieras.

Después de obtener el Sistema de Diseñador Mecánico, Ves tiene como objetivo crear los mejores mechas en la galaxia. En un lejano futuro, la civilización humana galáctica ha entrado en la Edad de los Mecas. Las innumerables pequeñas potencias de la humanidad han adoptado los mechas como sus principales armas de guerra. Solo un pequeño número de humanos tienen la aptitud genética adecuada para pilotar estas destructivas máquinas de guerra del tamaño de edificios. Nacido en una familia militar en el borde de la galaxia, Ves Larkinson es una de las muchas personas que carece del talento para ganar gloria en la batalla. En cambio, él se convirtió en diseñador de mechas. Con la ayuda de su desaparecido padre, Ves ha obtenido el misterioso Sistema de Diseñador Mecánico que puede ayudarlo a ascender en la galaxia y más allá. Sus mechas basados en los principios de la vida rápidamente le permiten alcanzar prominencia. Potentes y altamente compatibles con los pilotos de mechs, sus productos tienen el potencial de conquistar el mercado. Sin embargo, el éxito no llega fácilmente, y desafíos innumerables obstaculizan su capacidad para vender sus mechas a un mercado ansioso por innovación. Con los pecados de la raza humana en la arena galáctica alcanzándolos lentamente, Ves debe sortear los peligros del mercado de mechas ultra competitivo y mantener el control sobre su creciente organización de inadaptados. Esta es la edad de oro de los mechas. Esta es la edad de oro de la humanidad. La pregunta es, ¿durará? —¡Cualquier desafío puede superarse siempre y cuando diseñe el mecha adecuado! —Únete al servidor Discord no oficial de The Mech Touch.

[Advertencia: Contenido para adultos 18+. Escenas extremadamente gráficas cada 10 - 20 capítulos] "¿Qué, he recibido dos habilidades de rango SSS? Torre, muéstramelas." [Nombre de la habilidad: Toque Perverso Divino] [Nombre de la habilidad: Manual de 10,000 Maneras de Placer] --- Kent era un apuesto humano masculino que, por alguna razón, no podía hacer que su miembro se levantara, ni tampoco podía sentir placer. Vivió toda su vida lleno de arrepentimiento y odio. Sabiendo que sus días no mejorarían con el paso del tiempo, eligió convertirse en director de películas para adultos, donde podía ver las cosas de cerca y ganar mucho dinero por su profesionalismo. (No podía levantar su miembro, así que no había rarezas en el set...Jaja) Luego fue asesinado, y su alma fue absorbida en el reino del Odio y Resentimiento. Todo cambió para él desde entonces. Recibió una Torre de Herencia de Grado Celestial, que le otorgó acceso a un Sistema de Harén Dominante. También recibió un buen cuerpo con un miembro divino de 9 pulgadas. Pero eso no fue gratis... Se le asignó la misión de matar al dios de la alquimia por la diosa del odio y el resentimiento. Por supuesto, debe hacer que la diosa sea su primer miembro del harén como requisito para su primer desafío. Después de un año completo de sexo y placer, logró su deseo. Luego, fue enviado a comenzar su viaje como cultivador con un sistema de harén y dos habilidades de rango SSS. Con mujeres esperando su rescate y una diosa que cumplía todos sus deseos, Kent comenzó su viaje con el miembro divino que se usaría para hacer felices a las mujeres. Un viaje lleno de sangre, dolor y placer... ============ No NTR No Yuri ============ Únete al Servidor de Discord: https://discord.gg/HQFRrS8y6Q

Leia Solayne is the last remaining omega she-wolf. She is unmarked, untouched, and hidden among humans for years, until one day she was discovered, captured, and sold at an underground auction to Lucien Calandrino, the ruthless Alpha of the Darkmoor Pack. But the true shock comes when Leia learns her fate. She is expected to bear heirs for not just Lucien, but his two brothers as well: Ronan, the fierce warrior, and Kieran, the deceptively gentle youngest brother. Refusing to submit to them, Leia devises a plan to turn the three powerful Alpha brothers against each other, using their own dominance and desires to secure her freedom. Yet, as she navigates the dangerous game of power and seduction, an even greater threat looms. Her own heart starts beating for all three of them. Why is she drawn to all three of them? And why are they suddenly willing to fight for her, not as a breeder, but as their mate? Can Leia truly escape, or will she find herself bound to not just one Alpha, but all three? ~~~~~ “Why did you let Ronan and Kieran mark you before me?” Lucien's intimidating voice fell into her ears as he pressed her against the wall. The entire room was dark and she tilted her head to only see his red eyes, gleaming in possesiveness. Leia felt the gentle brush of his lips on her earlobe and his hand on one of her curves. “Are you jealous of your own brothers?” “I'm going fucking crazy, Leia. You seduce me, put my entire body on fire, then ignore me as if nothing has happened,” he whispered and buried his face in the crook of her neck as if he would brand her tonight. **The Story is purely a fiction. Names and places used have nothing to do with reality.**

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

Tessy Brown, filha única de seus pais, foi tratada mal em seu casamento, mas forçada a suportar todos os maus-tratos pelo bem dos negócios de seu pai. Três anos depois, seu marido lhe presenteou com um presente de pré-aniversário — sua ex-namorada, que ele apresentou como sua nova esposa. Com o coração partido e devastada, Tessy aceita o divórcio e cede ao seu desejo embriagado, tendo relações sexuais com um completo estranho que conheceu em seu local de trabalho. Esse único encontro mudou sua vida para sempre, abrindo-a para um mundo que ela nunca soube que existia, e uma vida que ela nunca teria acreditado que viveu no passado. *** Amaldiçoado a abominar o toque de uma mulher após a morte de sua companheira, Roman Gavriel, o governante Lycan de todas as comunidades de lobisomens e um bilionário reverenciado nas comunidades humanas, viveu uma longa vida de crueldade e solidão. Já resignado com seu destino, ele decidiu testar diferentes maneiras de acabar com sua vida miserável. Quando um de seus experimentos conseguiu deixá-lo inconsciente, ele foi parar no hospital onde sentiu o toque da vida que despertou todos os sentimentos que ele pensava ter matado e enterrado. Naquele momento, ele soube que nunca a deixaria ir, não por nada ou ninguém no mundo.

[Aviso: Conteúdo adulto 18+. Conteúdo extremamente erótico a cada 10 - 20 capítulos] "O quê, recebi duas habilidades de classificação SSS? Torre, mostre-me." [Nome da Habilidade: Toque Pervertido Divino] [Nome da Habilidade: Manual dos 10.000 Caminhos do Prazer] --- Kent era um humano masculino bonito que, por algum motivo, não conseguia fazer seu pau ficar ereto, nem era capaz de sentir prazer. Ele viveu toda a sua vida cheio de arrependimento e ódio. Sabendo que seus dias não melhorariam com o passar do tempo, ele optou por se tornar um diretor de filmes adultos, onde podia ver tudo de perto e ganhar muito por seu profissionalismo. (Ele não conseguia levantar seu pau, então nada de esquisitices no set... Lol) Então ele foi morto e sua alma foi sugada para o reino do Ódio e Ressentimento. Tudo mudou para ele a partir daí. Ele recebeu uma Torre Herança de Nível Celestial, que lhe concedeu acesso a um Sistema de Harém Excessivamente Poderoso. Ele também recebeu um corpo avantajado com um pau de 9 polegadas divino. Mas isso não foi de graça... Ele foi encarregado de uma missão para matar o deus da alquimia pela deusa do ódio e ressentimento. Claro, ele deve fazer da deusa seu primeiro membro do harém como requisito para seu primeiro desafio. Após um ano inteiro de sexo e prazer, ele conseguiu seu desejo. Então, ele foi enviado para começar sua jornada como cultivador com um sistema de harém e duas habilidades de classificação SSS. Com mulheres esperando seu resgate e uma deusa que realiza todos os seus desejos, Kent começou sua jornada com o pau divino que seria usado para fazer as mulheres felizes. Uma jornada cheia de sangue, dor e prazer... ============ Sem NTR Sem Yuri ============ Junte-se ao Servidor Discord: https://discord.gg/HQFRrS8y6Q

El reloj marcó la medianoche cuando Ruelle escuchó el eco de pasos. Se tensó, con los finos vellos de su nuca erizándose en el fresco aire nocturno. "No deberías estar aquí", susurró Ruelle, su voz un murmullo sin aliento. La silueta finalmente se detuvo bajo la luz de la luna, sus ojos rojo oscuro observándola y su cabello negro como la tinta ondeando. "¿No debería?" Su voz era una caricia oscura, y ella permaneció allí cautivada por el peligro que él exudaba como perfume. "No te he visto en los últimos dos días", dijo en tono bajo. Su mano se extendió, sus dedos rozando la seda de su camisón, trazando el tembloroso contorno de su clavícula. "Dime, ¿me estabas evitando, o quizás... entreteniendo otras ofertas?" El corazón de Ruelle se aceleró, su respiración superficial. Declaró, "No le pertenezco a nadie". "Una afirmación audaz", murmuró él, su aliento un tentador escalofrío contra su piel mientras se inclinaba. "Sin embargo aquí estás, con el pulso acelerado, tu cuerpo tenso como si anticipara mi toque". Sus dedos sujetaron su barbilla, inclinando su rostro hacia el suyo. La luz de la luna captó sus ojos, revelando un destello de intención depredadora. "¿O debo recordarte qué toque es el que verdaderamente anhelas?"

O relógio bateu meia-noite quando Ruelle ouviu o eco de passos. Ela ficou tensa, os finos pelos da nuca se arrepiando no ar fresco da noite. "Você não deveria estar aqui," Ruelle sussurrou, sua voz um murmúrio sem fôlego. A silhueta finalmente veio se postar sob o luar, seus olhos vermelho-escuros a observando e seu cabelo negro como tinta se agitando. "Não deveria?" Sua voz era uma carícia sombria, e ela ficou ali, cativada pelo perigo que ele exalava como perfume. "Não te vejo há dois dias," seu tom baixo. Sua mão se estendeu, os dedos roçando contra a seda de sua camisola, traçando o contorno trêmulo de sua clavícula. "Me diga, você estava me evitando, ou talvez... considerando outras ofertas?" O coração de Ruelle disparou, sua respiração superficial. Ela declarou, "Não pertenço a ninguém." "Uma afirmação ousada," ele murmurou, seu hálito um frio tentador contra sua pele enquanto se inclinava. "No entanto aqui está você, pulso acelerado, seu corpo tenso como se em antecipação ao meu toque." Seus dedos agarraram seu queixo, inclinando seu rosto em direção ao dele. O luar capturou seus olhos, revelando um brilho de intenção predatória. "Ou devo lembrá-la de qual toque você verdadeiramente anseia?"

She nearly killed me," he muttered. "Not nearly," the man said, stepping forward, his voice laced with timeless gravity. "She was holding back." Ren turned now. "You knew this would happen." The figure's eyes glinted silver. "I knew the First Flame would find the one who walks between. And he would choose." "Lu Quing?" Ren's laugh was hollow. "He's no ordinary man." "No," the figure said slowly. "He is the Remnant." Ren went still. "The what?" "Angel to some. Monster to others. The last of an ancient race who sealed the Gate of Origins with his own blood." He tilted his head. "Even I fear him." Ren gritted his teeth. "And she's falling for him." "It was written," the silver-eyed figure said. "But not how it ends." A pause. "You can still break her," the man continued. "But not with war. With doubt." Ren's smile returned. "I know exactly who to send."

Jiang Ning Transmigrates at a Time of Turmoil To protect himself, he began training in martial arts using his “grinding experience” panel, quietly building his strength. Gradually, he discovered that as his cultivation techniques broke through their limits, various attributes began to manifest some even concealing the authority of divine beings. Through the martial path, he started to harness both divine authority and innate supernatural powers. [Five-Animal Fist] : From the initial grind to the perfected state constantly breaking through limits and acquiring various attributes: the five vital organs store essence and each harbors divine power. [Indestructible Body] : From the initial grind to perfection continuously shattering limits and acquiring myriad attributes, endowing him with an unbreakable golden body and immortal divine bones. [Inner Alchemy and Life Cultivation] : From the initial grind to perfection relentlessly breaks limits and gathers various attributes that allow him to remain at the pinnacle and attain immortality. One day, the Martial Saint who had kept the world subdued for eight hundred years struck at him. He slowly smiled. “Are you trying to attack a divine being?” When the very weapon once capable of slaying immortals and annihilating gods fell upon his head, he merely tilted his head slightly; not a single hair was disturbed. “My foundation has long been forged into an indestructible golden body!”

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

Cinco clãs. Uma cerimônia sagrada. Dois inimigos destinados a colidir. Lana é uma guerreira implacável, treinada para proteger sua linhagem e jamais ceder ao inimigo. Kai é letal, arrogante e perigoso, exatamente o tipo de ameaça que ela foi criada para odiar. Mas durante a Noite Vermelha, algo muda. Entre máscaras, sombras e danças ritualísticas, o destino traça um caminho inesperado. Um toque. Um erro. Uma faísca impossível de apagar. Enquanto alianças se rompem e o equilíbrio entre os clãs começa a ruir, Lana e Kai se veem forçados a lidar com o que sentem e com os segredos que podem destruir tudo. Algumas guerras começam com sangue. Outras, com um olhar.

En un mundo donde los Lycans y los hombres lobo son enemigos jurados, Eve Valmont es una loba hombre lobo maldita por una profecía y enmarcada. Traicionada por su propia manada y encarcelada durante años, su destino toma un giro más oscuro cuando es ofrecida al Rey Lycan, Hades Stavros, un gobernante temido por sus conquistas despiadadas y su destreza mortal. Atada por una antigua profecía y perseguida por los fantasmas de su pasado, Eve ahora está a merced del único ser que debería odiar y temer más—El Mano de la Muerte mismo. Hades, un rey tallado de sangre y la decadencia de su propia alma, determinado a vengar la masacre de su familia y librar a su gente de los hombres lobo. Cree que Eve es la clave para su victoria. Para él, ella no es más que un arma anunciada por la profecía, una herramienta que empuñará para destruir las fuerzas opuestas que amenazan a su manada. Sin embargo, se encuentra anhelando a esta mujer poderosa pero rota. Dejándole preguntarse si realmente es su arma o la destinada a desentrañar sus cuidadosos planes. Se acercó a mí, un depredador cerrando en su presa, sus ojos oscuros e inescrutables. ¿Así que te ríes?", dijo su voz, baja, peligrosamente suave, haciendo que los pelos en la nuca se erizaran. Tragué saliva, de repente consciente de lo difícil que se había vuelto respirar. "Hades, yo—" "Pero solo te ríes de las bromas de otros hombres", interrumpió, su mirada penetrante, desprovista de cualquier humor. "No de las de tu esposo." La acusación en su tono era aguda, cortando el aire entre nosotros. Una risa nerviosa se escapó de mí. "No puedes estar hablando en serio... Él es tu beta, por el amor de la Diosa." En un instante, él cerró la distancia entre nosotros, tan rápido que me dejó sin aliento. Sus manos agarraron mi cintura, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo, el calor de él haciendo que mi piel hormigueara. Jadeé, pero antes de que pudiera decir una palabra, sus labios se estrellaron contra los míos, reclamando mi boca con una fuerza que envió ondas de choque a través de mí. El beso era castigador, hambriento, no podía respirar, no podía pensar. Cuando finalmente se alejó, temblaba, mi pecho subía y bajaba mientras luchaba por recuperar el aliento. Sus ojos, oscuros y tormentosos, buscaban los míos con una intensidad posesiva. "No necesito tu risa", susurró, su voz un peligroso raspado mientras sus dedos se deslizaban hacia abajo, enviando un escalofrío por mi espina dorsal, "pero vendrás con mis dedos." Tembé, un calor se acumulaba bajo en mi vientre ante sus palabras, su toque. El mundo a nuestro alrededor se difuminó, desapareciendo en la nada mientras su mano se deslizaba más bajo, arrancando de mis labios un jadeo entrecortado. La mirada en sus ojos me decía que sabía exactamente lo que me hacía, y no se podía negar la conexión primaria entre nosotros en ese momento. "No necesito tu risa", murmuró contra mi piel, su aliento caliente en mi cuello. "Tendré cada otra parte de ti en su lugar."

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Cassidy Calista never begged for love. Not even from Ezekiel Salvador, the cold, enigmatic heir to the world’s largest pharmaceutical empire. Their marriage was built on power, not passion. Four years of shared silence and a single rule: Fall for someone else, and walk away. So when Cassidy caught Zeke with another woman, she didn’t wait for an explanation. She filed for divorce. And vanished. What Zeke didn’t know? She left pregnant. Now, after four long years, she’s back. And she’s not alone. By her side walks a little girl. Bright, curious, with the same defiant spark in her eyes as Cassidy once had. Zeke watches, frozen. His world tilts. Zeke had spent every year trying and failing to forget her. But the moment he sees her again, something inside him snaps. The fire he buried returns… And then he sees him. A man. Tall. Steady. Standing too close. Speaking to Cassidy in a voice only intimacy can shape. The little girl runs to him, laughing, and he catches her like he’s done it a thousand times. She says nothing. Offers no explanations. And suddenly, Zeke is no longer the man with all the power. Because now, he wants answers. Whose child is she? Has Cassidy moved on? Is she married to another man? And the most terrifying question of all, Is he already too late?

Em um mundo onde Lycans e lobisomens são inimigos jurados, Eve Valmont é uma lobisomem amaldiçoada por uma profecia e incriminada. Traída por sua própria matilha e aprisionada por anos, seu destino toma um rumo mais sombrio quando ela é oferecida ao Rei Lycan, Hades Stavros - um governante temido por suas conquistas impiedosas e habilidade mortal. Presa por uma antiga profecia e assombrada pelos fantasmas de seu passado, Eve agora está à mercê do único ser que deveria odiar e temer mais - O próprio Punho da Morte. Hades, um rei moldado a partir do sangue e da decadência de sua própria alma, determinado a vingar o massacre de sua família e livrar seu povo dos lobisomens. Ele acredita que Eve é a chave para a sua vitória. Para ele, ela não é nada além de uma arma prevista pela profecia, uma ferramenta que ele usará para destruir as forças opostas que ameaçam sua matilha. No entanto, ele se vê desejando esta mulher poderosa, embora quebrada. Deixando-o questionar se ela é realmente sua arma ou aquela destinada a desvendar seus planos cuidadosamente traçados. Ele caminhou em minha direção, um predador se aproximando de sua presa, seus olhos escuros e indecifráveis. 'Então, você ri?' Sua voz era baixa, perigosamente suave, fazendo os pelos na nuca se arrepiarem. Engoli em seco, subitamente consciente de como se tornara difícil respirar. 'Hades, eu—' 'Mas você só ri das piadas de outros homens,' ele interrompeu, seu olhar penetrante, desprovido de qualquer humor. 'Não das piadas do seu marido.' A acusação em seu tom era cortante, atravessando o ar entre nós. Um riso nervoso escapou de mim. 'Você não pode estar falando sério ... Ele é seu beta, pela Deusa.' Num instante, ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, tão rápido que me deixou sem fôlego. Suas mãos agarraram minha cintura, me puxando contra o seu corpo, o calor dele fazendo minha pele formigar. Eu respirei fundo, mas antes que eu pudesse dizer uma palavra, seus lábios colidiram com os meus, reivindicando minha boca com uma força que enviou ondas de choque através de mim. O beijo era punitivo, faminto - eu não podia respirar, não podia pensar. Quando ele finalmente recuou, eu estava tremendo, o peito ofegante enquanto lutava para recuperar o fôlego. Seus olhos, escuros e tempestuosos, buscavam os meus com uma intensidade possessiva. 'Você não pode rir das minhas piadas...' ele sussurrou, sua voz um raspão perigoso enquanto seus dedos deslizavam para baixo, enviando um arrepio pela minha espinha, 'mas você vai gozar com os meus dedos.' Eu estremeci, calor se acumulando no fundo da minha barriga com suas palavras, seu toque. O mundo ao nosso redor se tornou um borrão, desaparecendo em nada enquanto a mão dele deslizava para baixo, arrancando de mim um suspiro rouco. O olhar em seus olhos me disse que ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo, e não havia como negar a conexão primal entre nós naquele momento. 'Eu não preciso da sua risada,' ele murmurou contra minha pele, seu hálito quente no meu pescoço. 'Eu vou ter cada outra parte de você.'

--- Zion Jones is a weary police interrogator in Miami’s overwhelmed police department, drowning in paperwork. The weight of unsolved cases and endless reports presses down on him, starkly contrasting the sharp action he craves. Ready to escape the suffocating pressure, he meticulously fills out retirement applications, each stroke of the pen bringing him closer to freedom. As he writes his desired last day, anticipation mixes with trepidation—until a jarring ring shatters the silence. The news hits him like a physical blow: his best friend and partner has been shot during a routine burglary call. The world tilts on its axis, and the mundane paperwork is instantly forgotten. A burning need for justice replaces his desire for peace, rekindling a thirst for action. He’s determined to pursue any lead, willing to shoulder burdens he longed to escape. His next interrogation should be routine: a murder, a suspect, and a suspicious money trail. But as he steps into the room, the air crackles with an unsettling energy. The suspect's demeanor is unnervingly calm, a stark contrast to the fear Zion usually encounters. Chilling laughter echoes in the small room, disrupting the tense silence. As the suspect begins to speak, he reveals intimate details of cold cases—murders stretching back decades—knowledge that seems impossible for him to possess. The specifics are too personal and gruesome to be mere hearsay, suggesting something beyond comprehension. Later, Zion discovers the digital recording is blank, a chilling reminder of the suspect’s uncanny abilities. His report is dismissed, labeled as nonsense, and disbelief washes over him—a frustrating reminder of the system’s limitations. Trying to move on, he finds the suspect's words and laughter lingering in his mind, haunting him. Then, the unthinkable happens: the men he thought securely behind bars start turning up dead, their deaths mirroring the details revealed in the interrogation. Zion finds them in pools of their own blood, the gruesome scenes contrasting sharply with the sterile courtroom environment. Even cold cases, untouched for years, suddenly become active, with victims found in their homes. This resurgence of forgotten crimes sends a wave of déjà vu washing over him, a chilling sense of familiarity that unsettles his grip on reality. He remembers his partner’s death, but a nagging question surfaces: was he ever truly dead? The absence of visual confirmation leaves doubt creeping in, challenging everything Zion thought he knew.

--- Beneath the vast, indifferent black sky lay the cold, lifeless body of a sensational actress—her final breath laced with a single, burning thought: revenge. But death was not the end. When Jiang family's overlooked second daughter awoke with a start, confusion flooded her mind. Wasn’t she just dead? Her surroundings were unfamiliar, yet the memories of betrayal and blood still clung to her like shadows. The glamorous star had died... only to awaken in a new body, stripped of fame, reborn into a life she never knew. On the roadside, a young man stood frozen, staring at the corpse of the actress—his heart refusing the cruel truth his eyes beheld. The nightmare seemed endless… until he met the Jiang family's second daughter. There was something in her gaze, in the tilt of her chin, that felt too familiar to ignore. As secrets from the past unravel and buried stories resurface, the stage is set for a reckoning. The once-celebrated actress, now reborn, weaves a silent pact with her childhood friend. Together, they move in the shadows, unknown even to their closest allies. But the more she fights to conceal her true self, the more the world demands to see her. Revenge is no longer just a desire—it’s destiny. And this time, she won’t die in vain.

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

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Five years ago, Anastasia Laurent broke his heart. To her, their college romance was just a careless game—toying with a love she never took seriously. To Dante Alexander Montgomery, it was the ultimate betrayal. Now, he’s back. No longer the lovesick senior she abandoned—but a ruthless billionaire who owns half the city. When Anastasia’s best friend begs her to go on a blind date in her place and ruin it, she agrees—after all, how bad could it be? Bad. Very bad. Because her date? Dante. And he’s not just here to rekindle old flames. He’s here to destroy her. Before she can run, Dante traps her in a deal she never saw coming: Marriage. Publicly, they’ll be the perfect billionaire power couple. Privately? He’ll make her regret the day she walked away. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, Anastasia realizes one thing— She thought she was done with Dante. But Dante was never done with her. --- Excerpt "You think you can run from me again, Anastasia?” Dante's voice was calm, but the storm in his eyes told another story. She backed into the wall, pulse racing as he stalked closer, his towering frame cutting off every escape route. “I-I’m not—” she stammered. His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. “You didn’t just break my heart,” he murmured darkly. “You shattered it. And now? Now, you’ll pay for it.” Her breath hitched. “Congratulations, Anastasia,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You just became my wife.”

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

THE ETERNAL KEEPER He sees what others cannot—the unraveling thread of fate. In a world tilting silently toward collapse, George Helel stands alone. A psychiatrist in name, but in truth, the bearer of an ancient power: the Record—a sacred ability to read the karmic truth behind all things. He cannot stop the end. But he can slow it. With every soul he touches, color returns to a world fading to gray. Each action, each choice, is a ripple in the tide of inevitability. But time is thinning—and even the Record has limits. He is not a savior. He is a keeper. And the world is running out of pages.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Luca Moretti was just an ordinary web reader—until he woke up inside “Bound by Fate,” a tragic BL novel where he’s transmigrated as the main character. So, he should be happy, right? Life should be easy since he is the main character? Wrong. Instead, Luca screamed to the heavens, “Why, goooooooooooooooood?! Why him?! I could’ve been a side character... even a nobody! Why the main character?!” Because in the end, the hero sacrifices him to save others. But Luca refuses to play along. "I’ll just ignore both the hero and the villain. No big deal, right? Easy." Except fate keeps popping him in front of the hero, making his heart race unnecessarily. And when all escape routes fail, Luca makes his final, desperate choice—walking straight into the devil’s den. Even if the villain is a complete psychopath, playing with people’s lives as if they’re pieces in an online game. But to stay alive, Luca has only one option—obey the villain. "You’re so pretty," Salvo murmured, his wicked smile curling as he tilted Luca’s chin up as he knelt before him. “Truly, you belong to me.” Luca swallowed hard. Salvo’s eyes darkened. "Remember... you belong to me now.”