Grimace Plush

Shaun’s life was already in free-fall: fired from a suspiciously shady job, drowning his sorrows in questionable alcohol, and wrapping things up with a classic car crash. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided this wasn’t rock bottom—nope, Shaun was getting reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not even as a sidekick. Nope, Shaun wakes up as **Shaun** (no, not a typo)—a tragic background extra from a fantasy novel. You know, the kind of character whose job is to exist solely for pain, ridicule, and the occasional wallet-theft subplot. This Shaun? Father walked out. Mother ghosted him for a "better future." Property sharks, mobsters, and scam artists all sniffing around what little he owns. But hey, he somehow clawed his way into a prestigious academy! A chance at redemption, right? Wrong. Enter stage left: bullies. First, the villains make him a punching bag. Then the so-called *heroes* decide, "Yeah, let’s take turns too!" Normally, this poor soul would accept his fate, because that’s what he’s written to do. But reincarnated Shaun? He didn’t read that memo. He has… let’s say, *creative solutions* to his problems. Where the original Shaun took beatings with a grimace, this Shaun hands out payback with a cold smile and zero guilt. Bullies? Meet karma, wielded like a sledgehammer. But something’s off. The script’s changing. People are acting weird. They’re *recognizing* him, approaching him like they know secrets he hasn’t been briefed on. And that internal monologue habit he has? Turns out it’s not so internal anymore. A growing number of eavesdroppers think his sarcastic, third-person narration is… important. please do not leave any review both positive or negative until you have read first 20 chapter new chapter is uploaded daily monday to saturday

The East+[Shelter + Management + Apocalypse Rotation + Steady Male Protagonist] The apocalypse game has descended upon humanity, throwing the world into chaos. People are randomly assigned shelters across the globe, and every month, apocalyptic disasters rotate like clockwork: searing heat, unrelenting cold, meteor showers, mutant plants, and rampaging monsters. Survival hinges on venturing out to scavenge resources, battling the elements, and upgrading shelters to withstand an onslaught of catastrophes. Yi Bai is just another player in this brutal game—or so it seems. But soon, he discovers that his shelter talent is unlike any other. [Homebody’s Paradise (SSS-Class)]: For every day spent in his shelter, Yi Bai receives critical survival rewards tailored to his needs. The higher his shelter level, the better the rewards. “A top-tier talent! I can get stronger just by staying at home?” While others are fighting tooth and nail outside their shelters—battling monsters, scouring for food, and struggling to survive—Yi Bai is quietly turning his shelter into the ultimate fortress. Resources, weapons, food, and equipment pour in effortlessly. His Sealy bed? Supreme comfort. The S-Class combat beauty awarded to him? Lounging by his side. Apocalypse resources? Stacked so high he can’t even spend them all. With nothing more than patience and a talent for staying put, Yi Bai becomes an unstoppable force. “You call this the apocalypse?” He chuckles, sinking deeper into his plush bed. “This is paradise for homebodies!”

The moonlight filtered through the large windows of Li Qiang's penthouse, casting a silvery glow over the room. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they both inhabited. Xin Yi stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the night sky, lost in thought. Li Qiang entered the room quietly, his presence commanding yet gentle. He approached her, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. "Xin Yi," he called softly, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, Mr. Gou?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You don't have to call me that when we're alone," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Call me Li Qiang." Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. She had seen him in his most ruthless moments, but this side of him was different—softer, almost tender. "Li Qiang," she repeated, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on her tongue. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. "You've been through so much," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I see the strength in you, but I also see the pain." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "I have a mission," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't afford to be weak." Li Qiang cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that escaped. "Strength isn't about never breaking," he said softly. "It's about finding the courage to keep going, even when you're broken." For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something neither could fully understand. Xin Yi felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time. Li Qiang leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Let me be your strength," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "Let me help you carry the weight." Xin Yi closed her eyes, her resolve wavering. She had come here for revenge, but in this moment, all she wanted was to lose herself in his embrace. She felt his lips brush against hers, a tentative, gentle kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. She kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was a kiss filled with longing and desperation, a silent plea for solace in a world filled with chaos. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "This changes nothing," Xin Yi said, her voice trembling. "I still have a mission." Li Qiang nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he replied. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to navigate this together." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the lines between love and duty blurred, leaving them both wondering what the future held. Jang Xin Yi's world shattered the night her parents were brutally murdered. Consumed by vengeance, she infiltrates a ruthless mafia organization, posing as a bodyguard. Her mission: gather evidence and dismantle the syndicate from within. But her resolve wavers when she meets Li Qiang, the enigmatic and feared underboss. As she navigates this perilous world, Xin Yi is confronted with horrors that test her every step—the nauseating stench of death, gruesome torture chambers, and the brutal reality of Li Qiang’s actions. Despite the terror, Xin Yi remains determined to see her mission through. Will her thirst for revenge triumph, or will love and danger alter her path forever? Li Qiang commands respect through sheer terror. But when he hires a fearless martial artist who speaks her mind, his curiosity is piqued. Soon, he discovers the truth—his new bodyguard is a woman in disguise.

THE PLAYER’S DISCIPLINE Synopsis ~Sadness~ …. In life though we deny it, there is ever something that makes you shudder by just its thought. I find all this enigmatic like aren’t you embossed sometimes? Isn’t it too hurting depressing, irritating....the way people just make it a routine, include it in their lifestyle, make it seem normal yet it isn't. Can’t they really have something real in their life than showing no grimace on the their real feelings....Widely putting-on fake smiles, saying a yes yet inside it’s a no, where will this take them? They freeze inside, become cold and heartless cause sometimes that’s the reason some people become evil, with nobody to rely on and bring back the warmth that was once in there hearts that turned totally black and dark…Nothing to do, right? Obviously no one was born bad, facts! We all know everyone has different ways trauma changes them…Becoming rowdy, clumsy, obnoxious, naughty, drug addict, rude, sad, annoying, all that is just an example and is led by something. After all, everything in this weird life of ours has a reason, even our change in behavior is caused by something or someone. Well, my name is Amelia Blackwell, a girl who is just in a family she wished she wasn’t in, a position she dislikes and a rule to follow she wants to run away from. Well, a rich family. Shit! The way I want to escape and be normal, with Mr. Johnson Blackwell my so-called father, forcing me to do things I don’t want to, my mum having nothing to say about it apart from "comply with it", my young sister Cherise acting holy, the slay queen and favorite daughter of my dad Pf! Nonsense, right?... and my big brother Starling being the drug addict and stubborn child who doesn’t really give a fuck about anything, my favorite! All this drama my parents want to protect from the public is really tiresome mostly, after their son’s death I mean, my brother…Well, I understand their sudden protectiveness, but Tory was my brother too I feel much pain when I think about it just like them…but I want to just be myself than a toyed princess who they force me to be. Honestly, am tired and it seems am not the only one even Starling is tired but Amelia acts like it never changed her. A hypocrite! Tory's death made us all depressed, we all changed…we failed to go with the flow of our new life without him and it showed in our characters. Oh, my pathetic life! Dramatic right? Read and you will understand how I lived to be a happy mistress at last though I still grieved the death of my big brother, I overcame somehow the pain because i wasn't alone. Author’s note: Hey readers…My writings are strictly from my head and the characters also, no real person or story. Hope u will like it…. Don’t forget to Drop comments, likes, stones and be honest! Your point of view about my story matters. ~So, enjoy~ By~Mimi~

Shankara Rothvein the byproduct of Matthews Rothvein and a random maid had been sent to exile at the tender age of 14 deep into the forest of Bhavana shrouded by the darkness of evil, all due to a false allegation made by his dear stepmother and stepbrothers too hungry for the throne. But eight years have passed smoothly for the royal family who have poisoned the mind of the benevolent king against his own blood and on the momentous occasion where the whole kingdom was celebrating the festival of the goddess of fortune, he had returned. Shankara the great son had returned completely changed, no grimace just an expressionless look on his face. But right as he stepped foot, doom fell as the town was struck into chaos by the society of the rebel mages. And from there on the journey of Shankara will truly start, for even after all the betrayal he has faced in life, he still carried a good heart..... "Death has no claim over the one who follows the path of Dharma, Royal mother...... So don't ever think that your unjust acts would warrant surrender for my heart" [Bad Synopsis so please read the first few chapters, I swear it will be great] [Somethings are not mentioned in the synopsis but it is a key part and is added later as I keep writing so I'll advise you to read the chapters]

Are you nervous?" he asks, breaking the silence that has settled between us. I shook my head, trying to push aside the anxious thoughts that are swirling in my head. This is what I wanted, isn't it? To give into the passion that's been building between us? But as we step into the luxurious hotel room, I can't help but feel out of place. The plush bedding, the high-end amenities, everything screams wealth and privilege. And here I am, a struggling waitress who can barely make ends meet. But Syd doesn't seem to notice my discomfort. He pulls me into his arms, his lips finding mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. I moan against his lips, lost in the moment. Every touch, every kiss, feels like a rebellion against the world that tries to keep us apart. For once, I feel like I have control over my life, over my desires. As we move together in a rhythm that's as old as time, I know that this moment won't last forever. But for now, I'm content to lose myself in the passion and intensity that Syd brings out in me. In that moment, nothing else matters. Not the contract that brought us together, not the obstacles that stand in our way. All that matters is the way he makes me feel, the way he holds me close as if nothing else exists in the world.

“If He Can Cheat, Two Can Play That Game” Camelia knew nothing but revenge when she was reborn. A young girl madly in love with her knight, Michael. Many would shun their relationship but Camelia was lucky to have kind parents. The marques not only accepted their love but also made the orphan boy Earl in his territory. Everything was like a dream until it broke. With blood dripping from the dagger, Michael sauntered towards Camelia and slit her throat. His lover, Katherine, laughing and enjoying the scene. “I vow to take revenge for the death of my family. Even if I have to haunt you as a ghost, I am ready to wander for eternity. I will come... To take revenge.” Her eyes closed with burning desire. But when she opened them again, she was back to their honeymoon. Now.. will she slit his throat that instant or... Burn him with her slow revenge? Excerpt: The cold eyes of man crawled over her skin like a reptile coiling her into its tight grip, but she stared back firmly, “So, you are telling me you will return the land to my family if I help you in ruining your husband. The one you had a love marriage with?” a hint of mockery in his perfectly chiseled face when she grimaced. “I will give you my land, Damien. I am sure you can not use the word return here. But yes, as long as you will help me in taking my revenge. I will give you everything I have." So what if he was a devil, she was ready to sell her soul for revenge. “Hmm, you said everything.” His lips twisted into a nefarious smile. “Eek!” Ethan, his aid covered his lips as he could already imagine a dagger in the hands of his master. ‘How could you smile like that when you were planning to kill this woman before she knocked on the door.’

Sometimes life offers you a chance to change your view point, sometimes it offers you more than that. Life has its weird mechanisms of working and it never stops for anyone. Life molds one as a person and also offers chances to change. Can darkness truly be conquered with light? Or will light be overshadowed? Can love save and bring change? Can love melt an ice cold heart? Can love truly conquer all? ***** Meet Alena Flameheart, an enthusiastic, sometimes nervous but up to taking things in her own hands. She never frets over hard work. Meet Kai Rumaro, the young master of The Rumaro family. He can have anything he wants but the price must be paid. ------------ "I know who you are," she declared looking straight into his eyes, not even a single sign of wavering could be found from her. "You'll tell me what I am? Who do you think you are Miss Alena Flameheart?" he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest. "I may be nobody to you, but I certainly know you're not who you pretend to be. You're a fake!" she declared on his face, fearlessly. The surprise was evident on his face, a grimace forming as his facial features changed. "H-how dare you!" he yelled stammering on his words as if she knew some deep secret of his. As if he was exposed. She smiled gently, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me" Read on to find out! ---------- Author's note: The cover image is not owned by me, credits to the original artist who made this. I only edited it. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/F39FGcdGhF Discord ID: ChristySeraSwiftcc#3921

Gabrielle Lockwood's aspiration for a quiet life with her test tubes and vials takes a turn for the worse when she becomes the target of a group of werewolves due to her research. So, when the handsome Sebastian offers to protect her, Gabby finds it hard to turn him down. However, Sebastian is more than his chiseled form; he is part of an Elite Group of Lycans that will do everything to protect the secrets of Aetheria. Sebastian Devereux is determined to prove to his father that he can lead the Night Riders, a group of Lycans whose existence is considered a legend. So when his father asks him to seduce a mere human, Sebastian agrees without hesitation. Except the woman comes in the form of a small, sarcastic scientist who likes to question everything. A small package of a human being who seems more interested in dissecting him than falling for his charms! What starts as a straightforward assignment becomes a complex dance as Gabrielle's inquisitive nature delves into Sebastian's world. It's all fun and games until a predator starts hunting Gabrielle. Now Sebastian must make a choice: continue his mission and become the leader of Night Riders or protect her with all his heart and soul. ....... Excerpt "I can hear your heartbeat, Gabby," he uttered, his voice deep and husky. Gabby immediately frowned, unimpressed. "What are you insinuating, Mr. Devereux?" she steadied her voice, trying her best not to show the desire that sent shivers down her spine. The thought of him pinning her against the wall almost made her spiral, but she knew this would not end well—for both of them. Instead of giving her an answer, he took a step towards her. "I knew you wanted me, just as I wanted you," he said. Gabby pursed her lips as she tried to take in the small distance between them. She lifted her gaze and stared at his silver-gray eyes. "You must be losing your mind, Mr. Devereux. Being confident is one thing; being arrogant is laughable. Not everyone wearing a skirt likes to spend time in your bed." Some of them wanted to see how fast his wounds heals, she thought as she convinced herself that she was here to study... him. He chuckled, amusement flashing in his eyes. "One, you are not wearing a skirt. Two, I do not want you to spend time in my bed." His gaze darkened as he took another step towards her. "I want you here, right now, in the middle of my office—on my table, on that plush couch, the shower, and against the wall. The bed is for resting, Gabby and trust me, I want to do a lot of things with you, and not one of them involves resting in my bed."

Eric Thompson, a simple twenty-two year old bum with a simple life, has found himself in a conundrum. He has found himself transported to an unfamiliar world, with a fate heavier than the heavens thrust into his arms. "You are the sole successor of our lineage. On your shoulders rests our fate. You must not fail." Hearing these words, seeing this world, and living this life. None of it was what Eric expected when he laid down on his plush futon the night before. Can he handle the changes and push through? Or will he break and fail, dooming everyone and everything?

‘My enemy, my friend, my love, my pain. He was everything and more to me. My protector and my warden. Most importantly, especially for you, he was my leash.’ ________ Ísar Jovevski, the King of Ogronevia. Praised as a good king, a blessing from the gods, a mighty king. Kind and benevolent king. The greatest King in the kingdom’s history, never mind that his bloody ascension was a bad omen. A man holding a darkness that could consume him as well as everyone around him, if not for his childhood friends. If not for his love for Xinghua Li. Imperial Son Li Xinghua of the Qianlong Empire. A prince, a martial artist, a warrior and Ísar’s childhood friend. The only person in the world that was able to make Ísar nervous and stumble over his words. He loved him. A kind of love where he could not breathe nor exist if the other were not in his life. The kind of love where one’s heart jumped to the throat from a mere smile. The kind of love that turned into a double-edged sword. Where if it were lost—no—broken, the pieces would harm all. And none could’ve avoided the cuts of its shards. _______________ [Excerpt] The shores were stained with thick, black blood. The stench of rotten corpses filled the air as the ocean’s breeze swept over his kneeling form. Ísar stared at the endless void that was the ocean. He barely registered the tears running down his cheeks as he watched the sun rise. The celestial source slowly moved high above his little kingdom and Ísar continued to stare. The screams coming from behind him were muffled background noise. “My King! My King, please! Please spare me!” He didn’t know who that was. The voice was familiar but nothing came to mind. It didn’t matter, in the end. Nothing truly mattered anymore. He squeezed the old and worn out plush toy close to his chest. The fabric was tearing and the little ox toy had never looked uglier. He stared down at it and with a sad smile and teary voice, he said, “You don’t smell like him anymore. Nothing smells like him anymore. Please come back. Please. I miss you, my big star. I miss you.” _________ Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and Gothic Themes [FKRV is a tragedy fantasy romance with both positive (found family, childhood friends, first loves) and negative themes (loss, grief, loneliness, suicidal ideation, murder). There will also be more mature chapters in the future which I’ll put a R18 warning for. Happy reading!]

"You were fun while it lasted." I turned around flinching. It was Thabang. He started at me with a grimace plastered across his face. "You know, if it wasn't for you, I would not have been able to accomplish the things I did. So thank you." he spoke again. "Why?" I asked tears streaming down my face. "You were easy and pathetic. You had a good credit score and you gave me the power to do so." He told me proudly. "I love you." I tell him. "I never did." He tells me. "But you told me you did!" I cried. "Why would I be in love with a slut?" he asked me. "What?" I asked shocked that HE called me a slut. "What? you didn't see yet?" he asked amused. I stared at him confused and he laughed. Thabang took his phone out and showed me a video. It was a porn video of ME! I stared horrified at the video. It was me having sex with a stranger. I never had sex with the stranger in this video. "That's not me." I let out. "Tsk...Kgaugelo, Evidence never lies." he said to me grimacing. My phone was being flooded profusely with notifications. I was being flooded with emails from brands whom I had been collaborating with. The brands I had been working with we're cancelling our contract. Some emails were from the bank about large sums of money being withdrawn from my account to pay off loans. I stared at Thabang and he looked unfazed and content. "Why?" I sobbed as I stared at him. "Why not?" He counter-attacked. "I love you. I sacrificed everything for you." I tell him. "Who said you should?" he asked me. "Did I ever ask you to love me? Did I force you to sacrifice everything for me?" He asked amused. "Piece of advice. Don't just fall for words because that's how you get hurt." He whispered against my ears. Kgaugelo Manamela is living her best life. Well, that's what she thinks. Besides the multiple debts, her boyfriend has made in her name using her information and the loan sharks that are after her because of her boyfriend and his partner. And, somebody trying to ruin her career as an influencer. She still believed that she was living her best life because what's better than having someone who loves you and protects you even though they're ruining you and what you think you have worked hard for? Kgaugelo is a beautiful intelligent woman who knows what is right and what is wrong unless it's for her boyfriend, Thabang Mathatho. She gives up her dream, sells her house, and lets him use her identity to make loans so that he could 'start a business' when the actual truth is she is just a free-use bank to him. Left heartbroken and a mess on the run. Kgaugelo decides to ruin Thabang's life by dating his Boss, Kamogelo Mariri who offers her a 'fake dating contract' because of a few important deals he would like in exchange he would be helping her. Will they become a real thing?

The extravagant ballroom of Salvatore Mansion was decorated lavishly. The entire state was invited to the party. The hurly and burly environment of the ballroom were constantly increasing as guests started to fill the room. The gossiping ladies group were high in volume discussing and guessing the main motto behind this profligate celebration. Men were drinking at the corners and thinking to gain favors from Salvatore. Upstairs a middle-aged man was seated in his master chair and his eyes pierced at the young lad standing in front. The lad thumped his hand on the table and scowled at his father. "I don't agree to this." He muttered curtly. "Utter nonsense. You have to follow that's it." The middle-aged man asked stopping his further protest. In vexation, the man left the room without turning back. A young lady was gracefully standing leaning against the wall beside the study room smirked and blew some air on her slim painted nails and spoke. "Interesting." *** The lad stood at the corner of the adorned ballroom and accessed the crowd. His sharp eyes narrowed at his father who was about to climb the platform morphed stage to deliver the speech that followed the bitter news. He grimaced at that. His father signaled him. That was his cue to follow up. When he reached the middle of the room someone grabbed his hand from behind causing him to stop abruptly and the glass in his hand fell on the floor spilling its whole content on the shiny white marble. Everyone turned their attention to them. It was a girl who stopped him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" This question caught him off guard and he instantly replied, "NO" "Do you like someone?" "No." Though he was confused but answered feeling the eyes of the crowd on them. "The girl smiled brightly and said, "Good." Without waiting for another moment the girl snacked her palm around his nape and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. There was pin-drop silence in the room. The people gasped at that. The young lad was so shocked that he opened his mouth a bit and it was a perfect liplock. Breaking the kiss the girl stared at the whole crowd and said icily. "From now on he is mine." Leaving everyone in uttered stupefaction.

Sylas Sutton is the wicked wizard but he keeps losing against a dominant heroine with thick thighs and ravenous eyes. Still he's determined to overtake the kingdom and claim his rightful place on the throne. His pride won't allow him to bend the knee to a brutish woman. But each failure brings him closer to giving in and somehow bowing down begins to make his heart race. Emilia Vanis is the saviour of her nation. She's strong, heroic and pure of heart. It's her responsibility to take down evil. She especially enjoys bringing Sylas to his knees. Watching him grunt in pain and grimace in pride. She enjoys the bruises her hands make on him and how easily he'd break under her hands. How prettily he'd squirm against her. Maybe she's not so pure of heart after all.

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application that made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most." Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative. You will do as I say or pay the price. Her past has reared its ugly head. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Running along the gravel path in the woods makes her realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front toward where I stood. The trees continued protesting against the wind as it blew their seeds. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on my clothes and in the creek. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back and hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams?

I stared at my psychologist with a condemning face. I wanted to hit him. He was crazy and he was driving me crazy too. I didn't need a psychologist, he needed one. " I love my boyfriend and he loves me as well, " I screamed feverishly.  " Do you think you love him? Do you think he loves you? " My psychologist asked. His tone derided me.  " Yes I love him and I know he loves me too. "  " What makes you think he does? " he asked, as he closed the door.  " He kisses me everyday, calls me everyday, fights for me, stops bullies from bullying me. He tells me he loves me everyday. "  " I could do all this to you too, but, does that mean I love you? " he asked striding to me, sending my spine erect and at the ready. " Does that mean I love you? "  " Don't mess with me. Don't try to get in my head. I love Martinez. . . "  " He doesn't love you. He was only playing with your feelings all along. "  I buried my head in my hand, trying to will my psychologist words out of my mind but those creepy words were a bigger match for me.  He grimaced, then released a long sigh and framed my face with his hands. " Accept the truth. That guy doesn't love you, he has never loved you. Don't be sad Chloe, the right man will find you. "  " I want my Martinez. I want my boyfriend, " I screamed.  He took my hand and made me stand up. " You are emotionally stressed and I have the right words for you. When a guy loves you, he will never abandon you. But where is Martinez? " He bent down and kissed me. It was so tender. It brought tears to my eyes. " If you want any man's heart on a platter, you can have it. Don't be in a lonely state of mind. "  There was nothing I could find to say in answer to that. Instinct____only instinct could respond. My arms lifted to his shoulders and I pressed my mouth to the warm white skin at his throat. " You are obviously lying to me. Martinez loves me and I know, you know that. "  " It's been two weeks since we have been having classes together. Don't waste all my effort by believing something which is absurd, " he said, he didn't sound happy.    I am seventeen years, silly and crazily in love with my boyfriend. But at this moment, I still don't understand why my mom had to get me a psychologist. She claims I am suffering from a heartbreak caused by my boyfriend and that I needed a psychologist to help get me back, to the normal me.  Unfortunately for me, this psychologist is sexually attractive and of course, he knows that. So, he uses his manly charms to seduce me and yet, he claims it is my cure. I get seduced sometimes, but the fact still remains, ' Mr CRAZY PSYCHOLOGIST, I WANT MY BOYFRIEND ' .  The psychologist is however, suffering the same heartbreak I am suffering, so that makes us even. His girlfriend dumped him and went for his best friend. While my boyfriend was playing emotional games with me all along, so he dumped me when the game was over.  Now, seduction, kisses, hugs and sex, seems like the prescribed drugs for our emotional pain, BUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF US FALLS IN LOVE, YET, THE OTHER ONE STILL LOVES HIS OR HER EX AND THE EX WANTS TO BE BACK IN HIS OR HER LIFE? 

‘I became the Vampire King’s chamberlain!’ ‘He thinks I’m a man!?’ ___ The evening that Reina Gomez experienced one of the biggest betrayals in her life was the day her life came to an end. Helping her elder sister, a three times failed author, in her research for her next project had turned out to be the cause of her demise. The efforts she had put in to teach her sister everything that she knew was not repaid with gratitude. The day of the new book’s release brought sorrow to Reina who had high expectations from the project that she had lent her support in. No matter how many times she refreshed the novel’s site, the result was the same. “Where the heck is the BL tag!?” She cried out for answers but to no avail. Her sister who had learned everything there is to know about BL for the new book had done something unexpected. ‘She wrote a frickin vanilla Vampire love story instead!’ She sniffled while finding solace in the one thing that never disappointed her. Her blurry eyes fell on the cover of the novel and her scowl deepened. The petite woman with cotton-candy colored hair surrounded by three breathtakingly handsome men was not something that she was hoping for. ‘Stupid reverse harem.’ She sneered while chugging the contents of the bottle. Her eyes shut that night only to awaken in a different room the next morning. From a drunken daze to panic at what had taken place, Reina soon realized what was wrong. The images flashing across her eyes displayed a life that was not her own. ‘Memories…’ She deciphered the meaning of these images. Staring at the new face in the mirror, Reina blinked those icy blue eyes as a name formed in her mind. ‘Rein Melk… The Vampire King’s chamberlain.’ She repeated the identity of the new body she was in. Was it not enough that she was in a different world, in a different body? She now had to pretend to be the King’s loyal servant. ‘A manservant at that!’ She grimaced as her new life seemed too hard to live. Tricking the Vampire King never was an easy task but doing so while possessing jumbled memories of this body was way harder. __ As days passed, Reina began to adjust to the world, living in the body of Rein Melk. However, she began noticing something strange. ‘Why do these men seem so familiar?’ She wondered while gawking at the three handsome men she was sure to have seen somewhere in the past. The pretty lady with pink hair further brought up a sense of deja vu. ‘Wait…!’ Her eyes widened when it finally clicked. __ With a large chunk of her memories still missing, will she be able to discover everything about the body she possessed? A nameless cannon fodder in the story her sister wrote, was that her fate now? Was the identity of Rein Melk as simple as a servant concealing her true gender or was there more at play here? Numerous questions with answers yet to be obtained. This was the life of Rein Melk, the one tricking the Vampire King.

“My name is Kobayashi Shinsuke, 42 years old. I’m the Head of Financial Section of the Department of Natural Disasters at Marline Insurance. I’ve got a new recruit under me, and I can’t stand her smiles, her glares and carefree attitude. She looks exactly like the crazy woman who went after me yesterday, and now she works here?! That chick… I MUST MAKE HER QUIT!" "My name is Shinohara Hana, 21 years old, and I’m the new recruit. I’ve taken an interest in Mr Kobayashi. For quite a while, in fact... This guy… I MUST MAKE HIM FALL FOR ME!" Or the awkward and misunderstood ennemies-(but not really)-to-lovers relationship in the corporate world of insurance companies?! Hana has known him for a long time, and she got hired in the same company to find him, and to express all her gratitude to him, in spite of his bad personality. But Shinsuke doesn't remember her. Even worse, their first meeting, in his eyes, was horrible! And the young woman doesn't seem to have any remorse, or even remember the facts! But she intends to stand up to him, no matter what. Because she has a debt to settle.... And because, only one thing truly matters for her. ______________ EXTRACTS Yuuto grimaced, and then leaned back to catch a glimpse of Mari. "Hey, Hasami-san?" He said to get her attention. The older woman then leaned back in her seat as well, positioning herself at Hana's side in the same fashion as Yuuto; like two slightly overzealous bodyguards. "Take a look at this," Yuuto said, pointing to the computer screen of the new intern. An intern who, by now, had completely stopped working, and was wondering why she now had two adults leaning over each of her shoulders with a concentrated look aimed at her document. And after a few seconds, Mari winced. "Ouch..." She said, as if what she was seeing was painful, just by looking. She then put her left hand on Hana's shoulder, and shook her head. "Chief Kobayashi is onto you..." She deduced with a sorry voice. "He asked you to return this to him by when?" "Tomorrow morning...?" Hana replied hesitantly. "Ouch..." Yuuto said in turn. "What a piece of..." But the young man quickly paused, looking suspiciously around and turning his head like a prairie dog on guard. Then, seeing that the object of his insults was not walking around the floor - like a vulture hovering in the air looking for a new prey - he whispered sharply to complete his sentence. "What a bastard!" He said in a breath, almost inaudibly. ______________________________________ Cover art by Banae (Instagram: @ba.nae ) English QC : Banae/Maumau

Like an old saying goes, fate helps people come together from a thousand miles. There is a mysterious bridge, connecting two souls who are meant to find each other. Park Su-Jin is a young graduate who is trying to live her life. Despite the hardships, she is cheerful and kind, doing her best to attract good fortune. However, she never, not in her wildest dreams, would have imagined that her destiny lied with that person. Kang Ji-Won is cold and mean. Despite being an exceptionally talented individual, he can be often mistaken with a block of ice. All these years nothing had managed to crack that tough shield he had placed around his heart. But that is about to change soon. Here comes someone who will manage to shake his entire being to the core, and throw his life into chaos. After an unhappy meeting during the morning, comes the realization that they will be working together. And not just that, they will be working as boss and subordinate. Sparks begin to fly as their tempers constantly flair up. But what will happen when those sparks take on a different meaning? Will they be willing to cross that bridge called fate or end up stumbling along the way? EXTERPS: ~~~ At that moment, Ji-Won let out another groan, his mouth twisting slightly. The sound attracted Su-Jin and her eyes instantly moved towards Ji-Won's lips. They were even paler than before, and slightly curved downward in a grimace of pain. Still, the paleness of his mouth, combined with the light pink of his flushed face added an air of vulnerability to Ji-Won's appearance. That, in turn, made his already handsome features appear even more attractive. Compared to that moment earlier when she was left inside the car with him, Su-Jin now felt infinitely closer to Ji-Won. The atmosphere, everything around them felt much more fragile and also... intimate. ~~~ Feeling both guilty of her thoughts and ashamed of her own behavior, Su-Jin made to leave. But she barely pushed herself against the side of the bed, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Five long fingers wrapped themselves around her slender wrist, tugging at it forcefully. At the same time, a hoarse sound came from the bed. "Don't… leave…" Due to the unexpected movement, as well as the position Su-Jin was in, the vigorous pull almost caused her to topple down over Ji-Won's body. Su-Jin froze, her brain momentarily blanking out. For a long, horrifying second, she believed Ji-Won had woken up. But when she looked down, she realized that he was still unconscious. Yet, the strength applied on her wrist was definitely not that of a weak, unconscious person. And there was also that thing he just said. Soon, her shock turned into puzzlement and she, once again, decided to try and get up. However, just like before, the moment she tried to pull away in the slightest, Ji-Won's hand acted instinctively and yanked her back towards him. "Don't… leave… me… please…" Ji-Won's ragged voice was once again heard. ~~~ WPC #225 Bronze Prize Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance with real life people, names, actual events or organizations is purely coincidental. Also, this is a slow burn romance, so please prepare yourself for some misunderstandings, as well as a relatively long while before the protagonists' love blossoms. Still, I'll make sure it will be worth your patience in the end! Also, there will be a second couple in this story (perhaps even a third one), so please support them as well! ^.^ Discord server: https://discord.gg/R3AybhzGxT

“If anyone would not like to see these two couples get married, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest boomed, turning his eyes to watch the people that were gathered in the hall. There was silence, somewhere in the background there was a cough followed by a smothered hush but no one objected. The union was indeed made in heaven. The priest wore a small smile on his face, however, as he turned to continue the wedding rites there was a shout from behind him. “Stop.” Almost simultaneously a murmur spread through the people gathered there like a ripple in water. Every single pair of eyes in the hall turned back to look at the tall figure of a man dressed in an expensive tailored suit. Amelia felt her heart thud painfully behind her chest. She looked at Brain but his face was a mask if surprise and horror The man marched briskly to the altar, his face set in a grimace as his cold blue eyes stared ahead, right into Amelia's soul. He reached the altar and walked up the small flight of stairs to reach the priest. “I'm Dylan Moore and I'm taking Amelia Shaw as my wife," he said his cold face fixed on Brain who was staring at Dylan in horror Amelia had everything cut out for her; a good job with nice pay, doting parents, and a budding relationship that was leading to marriage. She couldn’t ask for anything else in life. Until Dylan Moore, an eccentric Billionaire hijacks her during her wedding and claims her for himself. As the events that lead to the interruption of her wedding come to light, she starts to realize that life isn’t always what she made it out to be. Her relationship with Dylan begins with a rocky start but slowly and surely she starts to develop feelings for him, feelings she tried so hard to suppress. But Dylan is shrouded by secrecy and mistakes that he seems like a distant brick wall Can she persuade him to unburden himself to her, to start to feel other emotions besides anger? But more importantly, would she be able to get Dylan to love again?

Hi all! Returning on August 10th. I will release five new chapters on August 10th and then move to a three chapter a week release schedule for the next arc. Thank you all for your patience! Romantic comedy set in an extremely patriarchal fantasy world where women are viewed as commodities. A non-conforming female defies societal expectations in an attempt to get disowned. Kylara Adamare the only surviving daughter of Lord Adamare, is sent to the High Mating Season to secure a mate who can help her win back her father's estate, but Kylara is not the type to do what she is told. Shortly after arriving, she receives a "fighting" system, that tries to aid her in finding a mate. Throughout the mating season, Kylara uses her wits, magic, and fighting prowess in an attempt to get disowned by her family so she can take revenge in her own way. However, when her old flame shows up too, will all her plans be ruined? **Excerpt** "Kylara Adamare, checking in." I said. "Are you alone?" The male asked. I remember from my childhood how strict Viceria was towards females. Showing up without a male guardian like this was highly improper, not that I cared. I felt my cousin run up beside me. "Why didn't you wait for me?" She demanded hotly. I ignored her and said, "Yes, I am alone." The male didn't bother to hide his contempt. "What the Other?" My cousin screeched at me. She turned to the male and gave him her best smile. "I am Miss Delphi Goldleaf. I am Kylara's friend." I snorted, "No, you're not." Looking back at the male, I extended my left hand. "I would like the key to my rooms, now." I said. The male grimaced but nonetheless complied. He placed a small steel key in my palm. "You are in the blue rooms on the first floor of wing 2." He said. And giving no other directions, he walked off. I walked back to the carriage as Miss Goldleaf chased after the male. I informed the guards where my singular trunk was going and watched as two of them unloaded it. "Kylara?" I heard a familiar male voice say. My eyes narrowed as I spun in its direction. Two males whom I'd never forget in the whole course of my existence had just dismounted from their horses. The black-haired male raced over to me. I recognized him as Kane and his red-headed cousin, who was watching with a smirk, as Rhana. As Kane reached me, I slid one of the small throwing knives hidden in my sleeve into my right hand. His warm hands grabbed my shoulders and my heartbeat accelerated. As he looked down at me with a tangled mess of emotions clear on his face, I smiled at him. Then I stabbed the knife straight into his gut.

In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again. She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it... Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. Cover art by cielnoir Instagram/TikTok: @cielnoir.art

Waiting for the blind president, naturally there is no secretive thing, bathing, changing clothes, happily living in the same room, looking in the mirror when there is likely a grimace. Anyway, there is impossible this man can do that kind of thing, but…… “Cen Yu Hao, you even blindfolded my eyes!” She was so shivering. “I gave you a lot of hints, blame yourself for being stupid!” God! She changed clothes in front of him more than once! How long had he seen her changing? “Cen Yu Hao, you rogue!” He showed an evil charming smile: “Now I will really show you what is rogue!”

In a three planet universe where oppression and discrimination are eminent, humans find themselves struggling to survive. Artemis Rivera is born into such hardships, and at a young age, she set out to change the world for good. The only way to do that is to participate in a seasonal death battle to win the Demigod title, and rule over the whole of Atela. Without humanity's support, the annoying gender rules and the hatred of the superior races, it's her versus the three worlds on a quest to become a divine being. Tags: Medieval, female mc, magic, monsters, war, disunity, medieval, system, gods. **** Volume 2 Teaser (ongoing) "You really mustn't play around with knives, my dear." A voice came from behind, and her older brother stood at the doorway, addressing the little girl. "Young girls like you shouldn't be too keen on the sight of blood." The girl twisted the bloody knife she'd pulled from the slave's corpse, and a playful look dominated her face. "But, brother, it is ever so fun." The deep scarlet of the slave stained her black dress, and she painted her fingers along with it. "Well, look what you've done to the pretty dress I got you, Cabrera." Her brother scolded, fixing his sister with a hard stare.  "Even if you desire to play serial killer, please be mindful of what you wear. I wonder how you enjoy having human blood on your expensive clothes." Thinking of human filth made him shiver, and he grimaced shortly. "Okay brother. I shall change right after I'm done testing my new toy." She glanced over at the next doll in her collection, giving her a terrifying shark-like grin. After witnessing the torture of her twin brother, a grave tremor surpassed the slave at the corner, and her skin had gone ghostly like the carcass on the polished floor.  Her eyes brimmed with tears as she stared at her insane owner, then switched her gaze back to the lifeless boy who got a heavy dose of misfortune. Cabrera clutched the knife in her hands as if imagining slowly, agonisingly sinking it into the gut of the next slave in line. It felt so satisfying. Her brother sighed in defeat then turned to leave, "Before I go, I'll tell you why I stopped by. Uncle Marcellus wants you to attend home management classes again. You were suspended for two weeks, but you spent a month at home. Good luck explaining to the old man, " He waved then closed the door. His announcement unleashed her anger, and a threatening grin spread across her face like a wildfire. "Now I'm in a bad mood!" She slowly approached the slave while laughing, "I guess it's time for us to play." My spirity awards entry ^^ Have a nice time reading.

(Completed) She and he were born on the same year, month, day, and time, and on their first day of life, their unscrupulous parents arranged their future marriage. From then on... she began to cling to him. As a child, Luo Mengmeng would say in her baby voice to Gu Zhihan, "Husband, I want to marry you," but he would grimace and respond, "Who would marry you!" When they grew up, Gu Zhihan hooked her chin, pinned her against the corner, and smirked, "Mengmeng, I heard getting married is cheap nowadays, I'll treat you." From birth to kindergarten, elementary, middle school, high school, and university, they had always been together. [Growth literature, from childhood to adulthood, exclusively adored]

“Help me" She begged as she found the man not moving. “Ple—please. I'm drugged" She slurred, drunk with desires and pleasure. Sebastian smirked at the words of the human on his lap. He could smell her arousal, and he could tell she wasn't acting. “And what do I get in return?" Sebastian asked as he placed one of his hands on the armrest of the plush cushions. “Anything. Please," Avery replied as she began to roll her hips to get some friction. “Even if it's your life?" “Yes," she affirmed in her dazed state. Sebastian smiled at her reply and gently raised his hands towards her neck. “Fine," Sebastian pulled the lady onto his thighs a little bit back, and he could see she was overdosed. With a jab of his hand on her neck, the woman fainted in his arms, sleeping soundly on his chest ________ Avery Walter, an aspiring model in Los Angeles got betrayed by her fiance and now, she is to get married to a ruthless billionaire man in order to save her father company from bankruptcy. Would she able to mend his cold heart? Note: Book Cover is mine, don't use else where To contact me: Facebook: IceQueen21 Discord: IceQueen21

“They tried to kill your sister, thrice.” “As well as your company, and sister-in-law with it.” They were both more than aware that the merger had become a matter of life and death, that it had been that way from the moment the Q Group suspected anything, that it had reached a terrifyingly dangerous level. More terrifying than the prospects of being engaged to a man. The two could only grimace and mutter in unison. “We have to get married.” ~} {~¦~} {~¦~} {~¦~} {~¦~} {~¦~} {~¦~} {~ Joshua Lore is the 23 year old second son of the second most successful company in Country A. Henry Reyes is the 22 year old second son of the third most successful company in Country A. Both very rich. Both very pretty. Most importantly, both extremely straight. Yet due to a misconception on their parents' part and a company merger combined with some questionable photography with their androgynous looks, they find themselves in a marriage meeting, with each other. Of course they are going to reject this, or so they thought...