Louis Tomlinson Tattoos

** The Saga of Souls ** In the depths of pain and weakness, lives **Ethan**, a boy who faces bullying and humiliation every day. Despite it all, he returns home with a fake smile to comfort his sick mother, helping her with dinner and cleaning the house with kindness. But one dark night, while releasing his heartache with screams in the forest, he falls into a deep pit. There, he discovers a mysterious chess piece, which merges with his arm, causing excruciating pain, leaving behind a glowing bull tattoo. With every step he takes, Ethan realizes that this power is not just a gift, but a test. Will he use it to seek revenge on a world that wronged him, or to discover his true self? --- A tale full of mystery, power, and incredible transformations. **"The Saga of Souls"...** When pain turns into power, destiny is reshaped.

In a world where power is etched into the skin, where the blood of slain monsters fuels ancient magic, a young seafarer named Alon unknowingly changes his fate when he kills what he believes to be an ordinary giant octopus—only to discover it is a baby Kraken. Branded by its ink and marked by its blood, Alon awakens a power he does not understand, a force that calls to the depths of the ocean and stirs the interest of those who rule the seas. With only his spear, wits, and tattoos carved into his skin, he embarks on an odyssey through treacherous waters, hunted by empires, feared by island tribes, and stalked by beasts of the deep who seek vengeance for the blood he has stolen. Amidst floating islands, cursed seas, and lost civilizations, Alon must uncover the truth behind his newfound power—before it consumes him. The ocean is vast, its monsters are many, and the echoes of the Kraken’s wrath are never far behind. Author's Note: I'll try publish once every day, but no commitment to that this is my 3rd try but my first 2 are stop by busy schedule.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Brave individuals who travel beyond safe beaches have been plagued by terrible stories of sirens with deadly beauty and tunes that steal brains for as long as ships have flown. Presuming the life of young Captain Seraphine's father, a seasoned sailor washed ashore with unusual, magical tattoos scorched into his skin, these terrible tales For Seraphine, these tales have little significance; however, when she finds her father's abandoned ship floating on the sea, she understands there is only one path forward—to learn what happened and honor his name. But no one dares to join her on her journey because they believe curses follow women near water. Equipped with her father's blueprints and an iron will, Seraphine sails alone across the Seven Seas to meet the relentless storms, ghostly whispers, and forbidden waters. But one beautiful night her net catches an injured merman fighting the iron threads instead of fish. Uncertain but fascinated, Seraphine lets him aboard without knowing that this unusual creature bears the keys to the darkness she is searching for. Between loyalty to his community and developing love for Seraphine, Rowan, the merman, finds himself divided. They negotiate a dangerous half-truth territory where the sea and heavens entwine in a maze of secrets together. With every wave, Seraphine is approaching the truth even at a cost. Old powers seeking to claim both of them draw their attention as they walk farther. The Merman's Lure offers a horrible tale of love, dishonesty, and the thin line separating mankind from mythology, therefore it forces Seraphine to choose whether the answers she searches are worth the darkness they unleash.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!! ——— ——— ——— Read My Review Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

“For years, I gave myself to him without complaint. I loved him like I’d never loved another; I worked diligently in the shadows to make him the man he is today, while he only ever regarded me as his trophy wife to his peers. I didn't mind; why? Because I loved my husband, and all I wished for was his success until I didn't anymore.” _____________ Imani Knightley thought she had found her better half in Louis Benoit. They had met during her first year at the university while she was studying for her master's. Imani would call it love at first sight, and it was beautiful. She would swear on her parents graves that her husband couldn’t live or breathe without her. They had only dated for a year before she introduced him to her parents, the Knightleys, and they got married a year later. Imani would say her marriage to Louis was perfect, except for the fact that she’d been trying for kids for a while and every time life offers a glimmer of hope, she loses said hope. Yet she was happy; her marriage was perfect until it wasn’t anymore. Her husband never gave her any reason to doubt his love for her until the arrival of Louis' new personal assistant, who conveniently happened to be his ex-girlfriend. Imani’s glass-perfect marriage and image shatter as she is faced with the betrayal and deceit of Louis Benoit. What happens when divorce isn’t an option but Imani wants out? In a circle where Imani has always felt like an outcast despite the influence of her late parents, she turns to the arch-enemy of her husband with a yearning for vengeance. "Since he chooses to go low. I am willing to reach to the depths of hell just to show him what the scorn of a woman feels like. I’ll make him take a seat and watch as I destroy everything he holds dear."

The war between humans, witches, vampires, and dragons was over before it even began. Humans never stood a chance. Now, they are nothing more than slaves—property to be used, discarded, or worse. But power alone does not determine freedom. Even among vampires, witches, and wolves, those born powerless are treated no better than slaves, exploited for resources, labor, and pleasure. The supernatural races live in separate realms, divided by their own rules and hierarchies, but soon, all may collide. In Goden Arc, one of the twelve packs that serve as the home of the wolves, Olivia is born mute—a disgrace to her father, one of the strongest Betas. Hated by her mother, tormented by her brother, she endures years of abuse—until her eighteenth birthday, when she finally dares to dream of escape. She flees to the Mating Cave, hoping to find her fated mate and a chance at freedom. But instead, her scent ignites a frenzy, drawing in every male wolf in the cave. That is when she learns the horrifying truth—she is a Stealer Wolf, the last of a cursed bloodline of venomous seductresses, wiped out by former Alphas for their unnatural ability to lure and enslave both men and women. Weakened, mute, and now feared as something monstrous, Olivia’s fate grows even darker when she discovers that her mate is none other than the Alpha himself. Though he saves her from the wolves, he refuses to accept her as his Luna. To him, she is unworthy. Instead, he makes her his slave, forcing her into brutal training to prove her worth—or die trying. But when Olivia’s heart begins to glow and she starts to hear a voice whispering, *"They are coming,"* she realizes that the nightmare of her past is nothing compared to what lies ahead. Meanwhile, in Glazon, the land of witches, Alita, the daughter of a village chief, faces her own curse. Wolves and witches have always been enemies, yet fangs meant only for wolves emerge every time her heart glows. If anyone finds out, she will be executed. But when she saves a mysterious man with a dragon tattoo, her fate takes a turn she never expected—one that could unravel everything she thought she knew about herself and her world. Betrayal. Secrets. Lies. Kingdoms at war. Politics. Love. Passion. Power. Family. This is a story unlike anything you’ve read before—each chapter will leave you breathless and begging for more.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

If being the most narcissistic person on earth was a competition, Louis King would have won numerous trophies. His stature alone is the real definition of a hot dude, his face flawlessly defines handsomeness. He owns one of the the most famous mobile company in Korea and is the wealthiest young billionaire in south Korea. There is no way a guy with such qualities wouldn't be every lady's dream guy, it's not possible. The most important person in this world to Louis is himself, he values his face like damn, his health is not a thing to joke with. You won't see a scratch on his skin, he is always glowing. He doesn't date cos he believes that he is way out of everyone's league. Meet Annabel Lee, she has no competitor when it comes to craziness, she gets into trouble intentionally and unintentionally. If she doesn't look for it, trouble will surely come running to her. She says and does what she likes all in the name of being honest 'it's a free world anyways' she would always say. What happens when they both cross' s path? Isn't this what we call crazy crash? Guess it's a terrible one.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

"May the new Story become yours — The Last Tattoo Artist of Stories" The story tells about a girl named Calcium, a recluse with no big money in her pocket, drinking ale in a tavern and dreaming of more. But fate itself had descended upon her. She turned out to be a Tattoo Artist of Stories... and the latter, because in the world where she lives, there are only legends about such people, about people who can rewrite their entire lives with just one glance. Our glorious recluse will have to learn about her strength, become stronger, learn about her rewritten history and memory loss, and fight for her life. telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

Gin was born with a Divine Mark—but without a Pure Beast it was nothing more than an empty tattoo. Mocked and powerless, he fought to survive in a world where strength determined fate. But one fateful night, everything changed

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.

Lyra, an anxious young woman in Port-Louis, France helps her father, a successful businessman, restore and refurbish an abandoned hotel with the idea to get it running again. However, finding even hired hands to help is a challenge due to ghastly rumors circling about. "L’Hôtel Hanté", as the locals call it, is a promising business venture but is the possible payoff worth the mysterious risks that present themselves to those who dare climb past the first floor? Art by Cordelia Carlin

Star Holloway and Louis Whitmore were once inseperable high school lovers bound by love and whispered promises of forever. But fate had other plans when Louis travelled abroad to study. To protect Star from unforeseen danger,Louis broke his vows ,leaving behind a shattered heart and unanswered questions. Months later,Louis returns to Silvermore city not for love but for truth. His engagement to Lisa Stones,the adopted daughter of the powerful Stone is nothing but a calculated move.Star, expecting a heartwarming reunion,is devastated when she reads the headlines announcing Louis arrival and engagement to Lisa.

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

A story about man named Sebastian Heinrich,just ordinary man who one night he saved a drowning boy in the lake.After that he found himself reincarnated as a character in his novel as Louis Roosevelt THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN. He will face a difficult journey,as he enter the world where all impossible things come true(AWAKEN,PATHWAYS,MAGICAL CREATURE) will Sebastian be able to return to his original world???

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

In a world painted with power, the fate of Al hangs in the balance. **The world of Al is a canvas where colors are more than just hues; they are energy, the very essence of power.** Those who can wield them, the "Painted," are divided into a complex hierarchy: from humble Disciples to the legendary Walkers, each level marked by tattoos that whisper tales of their strength. Vanta Black, a young boy thrust into the heart of this world, must master the Xue Sense, a supernatural perception beyond the limits of ordinary senses, to claim his place. He faces a grueling selection process, forging alliances and battling rivals in the labyrinthine halls of the prestigious Blueblood Academy. But as Vanta navigates the treacherous landscape of power politics, he uncovers a sinister secret: the Academy's idyllic facade masks a ruthless system designed to cull the weak. The "Culling," a brutal ritual of survival, forces Vanta to confront the true nature of his power and the darkness that lurks beneath Al's vibrant surface. He must choose: yield to the manipulative machinations of the powerful, or fight for a future where his abilities are not just tools for advancement, but weapons against the forces of darkness. As Vanta battles for survival, a prophecy whispered in the shadows foretells of a coming war. The fate of Al rests upon his shoulders, and the choice he makes will determine the fate of a world painted in hues of power, betrayal, and hope. This is a story of ambition, betrayal, and the search for true purpose in a world where color is everything and much more.

Now, hear me out and hear me well: my name is Barogey. I was born into a humble merchant family, and yes, I’m the guy you read about at the start—the one dying. No, I wasn’t reincarnated, and honestly, if I had been, I’d rather not have been. I’m a larger man... okay, let’s not sugarcoat it—I’m kinda chubby. Blame my parents for spoiling me rotten as a kid. I had a younger brother, Louis, who I used to bully, but, uh... I killed him. Long story. Before all that drama, I was a Doctor of Magical Engineering. Then came the prison stint—because, you know, the usual evil villain schtick: kidnapping a princess, taunting her friends, and trying to force a wedding. Before that little escapade, I lived in the human kingdom of Magder. Anyway, now I’m fresh out of prison, shipped off to Tabnoth. Apparently, Vistor thinks throwing all the world’s rejects into one place is a genius plan. But hey, I’m not complaining. As long as this place has a good deli, I’m set.

Gold Tier Winner of WPC #139 *** Two souls were prophesied to meet and fall in love. They were made for each other, chosen by the moon goddess to complete each other. But what would happen when something threatens to break them apart? Do you think a love predestined by a deity will prevail? *** Lara looked up and she froze when her eyes came in contact with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "You are...?" He asked. Lara caught her breath and froze up. She can't answer him! She already knew the CEO was ridiculously handsome. But she didn't think he was this handsome! He already asked her a question but all she could think of was... Noah James Smith looked intimidatingly beautiful in his company photo but in person, he's more than that. His photo didn't do him any justice! He was devilishly handsome, and very intense too. His electric blue eyes looked like they could see into her soul if he wanted to. And she was melting like ice-cream in front of him. Noah looked at the woman who just entered his office and his eye zeroed in on her. She looks like a dear in headlights. Her lips were gaping and she looked stunned after seeing his face. Did she hear what I said? He thought inwardly as he stood up and walked around his desk. "Who are you?" he asked again, and that got Lara out of her trance. "Oh! Uhm. I-uhh. I-I'm nobody..." She replied after struggling for words. Then she remembered what she came there to do and approached his desk. "Actually, I came here to deliver this…" Noah casually sat on his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes watching her as she squirmed under his gaze, holding the envelop close to her chest as she awkwardly approached him and his desk. "I'm... I'm going to put this here for you, sir..." she said and placed the brown envelope just beside where he sat and then backed away like she'd been burned by his presence. She couldn't even look him in the eye. Noah glanced at the envelope then backed at Lara who was now awkwardly playing with her fingers. "I'll be going now, sir. I'm sorry for disturbing you-" "You haven't answered my question yet." he stopped her and she froze again. "P-pardon?" "What's your name?" "I-uhh..." Lara started to panic. Is he going to fire me? Noah looked at her ID. "Looking at your ID from this distance, it seems that you're one of my employees." "Ah yes, I'm-" She bit her lip and deflated like a balloon. Will I get reprimanded if he discovers I'm just a newbie? "Why did you stop? Is it really hard for you to tell me your name?" Lara immediately shook her head. "N-no. No, sir. I just- uhh. I find you intimidating…" she unconsciously said and gasped. What did I just say? Noah didn't respond but the corner of his lips turned up for a second there before it vanished as soon as it appeared. "I see..." [Time Skip] Noah looked outside, staring aimlessly at the bright city lights outside his window while twirling his drink in his hands. His mind was deep in thought. And it was mostly about the fact that he had found his mate. He's been waiting for her to appear in his life ever since he reached adulthood. And now that she's here, he couldn't stop his urge to possess her. Claim her as his. When their eyes met for the first time, he immediately felt the pull between them. He wanted her the instant he laid his eyes on her and she was a new employee in his company. "Lara Louis…" Noah murmured her name and he couldn't help but think about her eyes. Her expressive auburn eyes that was hidden underneath her glasses. *** Discord: https://discord.gg/VmAWdAr Disclaimer on the cover photo! It is not mine, guys. All appreciation and recognition for the cover photo goes to the original creator. Peace!

If you blame the victim, then you stand for the perpetrator. — "You say a word and I'll step back. Tell me not to touch you," Louis murmured, his own control slipping as he admitted to his profound yearning for her touch. "Get away from me," she managed to whisper. "Mean it, Verena," he persisted, the insistence in his voice urging her to make a definitive choice. His hand advanced, inching closer to her neck, his touch lingering there momentarily before retreating, a delicate dance of desire. For a second, silence hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken tension. Then, as if her inner turmoil had reached its peak, the words spilled from her lips. "I fucking hate you," she spat out. Without further hesitation, Verena surged forward, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck. In an instant, her lips crashed against his. — Verena Bradbury's life took a treacherous turn after a fateful party. Little did she know that her innocent decision to enter a villa with five strangers would result in her becoming a criminal and spending four years behind bars. Upon her release, Verena was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against Arriana Vandeleur and her accomplices, who had framed her. Determined to tear them apart, she meticulously plans her revenge. However, in a cruel twist of fate, Verena suddenly found herself burdened with heavy responsibilities she never could have anticipated: she was forced to become the wife of Louis Heisenberng, the most handsome and youngest billionaire in their country. Louis, driven by his dark obsessions, kidnapped Verena and enforced their union by forging their marriage certificate without a trace of hesitation. In a chilling race against time, Verena fought against the shackles of her forced matrimony and plotted her daring escape. As Verena delved deeper into Louis's world of privilege and power, she unravelled a sinister web of secrets and deceit. With each shocking revelation, Verena's determination to bring down her captor intensifies, no matter the risks involved. In "Ruins Of The Glory," Verena Bradbury found herself trapped in a thrilling rollercoaster ride of lies, betrayal, and desperation. Will she be able to break free from her nightmarish entrapment and expose the truth, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her? -Author's Books- WILDBLOOD (ongoing) Ruins Of The Glory (ongoing) Thee Spark (coming soon)

"In a world torn by war, strategist Dimitri leads a revolution against King Louis Dorman's oppressive rule. As the Battle of the Dead unfolds, Dimitri employs ruthless tactics"

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."

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

Ethan was nothing more than a forgotten shadow—a weak, timid student in an elite boarding school ruled by monsters in human skin. Tormented and humiliated, he endured their cruelty until one fateful night when they finally went too far. Beaten within an inch of his life and left to die in the cold, he closed his eyes, believing it was the end. But fate had other plans.

Deaf composer Song Mi uncovers Zhou Xiaoning's plagiarism, clashes with betrayer Xu Yicheng, and colludes with Jiang Ming-posing as deaf-to expose the truth and claim victory, sparking a forbidden romance

[Abstinent wild male demon x charming female supermodel] [Double purity + lust + pulling each other] Enchanting, sexy, with a pair of extremely beautiful fox eyes. This was Gu Ye’s first impression of Rong Yi. —— Gu Ye, thirty years old. The founder of G&Y Wilderness Magazine was a natural wild man. He gave up his family company to do photography and founded his own magazine, which became famous all over the world. Black tattoo below the collarbone - Freedom Forever, forever free, makes him more unrestrained and free. Some people say that Gu Ye has been celibate for a long time, and in his eyes, women are no different from the same sex, otherwise he would not be so abstinent. … Until one day, Gu Ye suddenly posted a Weibo like this. The copy is: Meeting you, I am so in love with you that I feel happy about it. The accompanying pictures are a set of nine photos taken by Gu Ye himself. She was a charming and extremely beautiful woman. In the photo, she looked happy or angry, so charming... As soon as the picture came out, it became a hot search on Weibo! Netizens quickly uncovered the woman’s identity, she is the internationally renowned supermodel Rong Yi. With her charming appearance and strong professional ability, she is known as the "T-stage Fairy".

Aniaba, prince d’un royaume africain, quitte la cour de Louis XIV pour revendiquer son trône. Mais une trahison le conduit aux chaînes des négriers et à une mort certaine. Au seuil du néant, il conclut un pacte avec le redoutable Baron Samedi, un puissant esprit vaudou, et renaît en tant que "Main des Loas", investi d’un pouvoir terrifiant et d’une mission : briser le système esclavagiste. Dans un monde où magie et divinités se mêlent aux ambitions humaines, Aniaba découvre que la lutte pour la liberté est bien plus complexe qu’un simple affrontement entre oppresseurs et opprimés. Entre ses pouvoirs croissants et une rage dévorante qui menace de le détruire, il doit s’interroger : est-il un champion de la justice ou l’instrument d’un plan divin qui le dépasse ? Alors que les forces se déchaînent, Aniaba doit choisir entre sa soif de vengeance et la résilience d'un peuple qui crie à l'aide.

When humanity was at its infancy little was known of this world but they revered and feared powers that defied their senses and continue to defy them even today. But where is the source of this power? Who is wielding them? None but the Immortals. The story is set surrounding the school of Louis De Loferstein in the town of Travanier. The high school building was the house of the once powerful nobles 'the lofersteins' who were the sole rulers of the town of Tranvanier, rumoured to have wealth unrivalled to any other rich man or empire in their time. But they had dispersed and what remained was their vast and innumerable estates and stories. But with the arrival of this new transfer student brings new development in the lives of all the students and changes the way they have viewed the world till now. "The young master has returned." the butler declared.