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"My world was shit. School smelled like wet socks, the air felt like disappointment, and every conversation was a punch I didn’t dodge. BUT NOT LIKE THIS!! Mystical creatures? Magic? Sword fights? This is really not ideal for me." He thought he wanted out — and maybe he did. Just not like this. Not waking up in blood. Not watching his own body walk without him. Not gasping in a stranger’s voice, surrounded by a ruined sky and staring corpses. He’s not a chosen one. He’s a mistake.

“My lady… would you like to rest now?” There was a pause before Lumina slowly turned her head in Ashen’s direction. “Let’s get this straight,” she began, her tone cool as she ignored Stella's question. “You look like a cursed, weak, and forgotten son of Drakonia.” Ero gasped audibly. “My lady!” He moved to speak again, but Ashen raised a hand and stopped him. “Coming from someone who can’t see,” Ashen said dryly, “don’t you think that’s quite the overestimation?” Lumina smiled, then moved closer to him. Ashen stiffened at her action. She shouldn't have known exactly where he stood, yet her steps brought her directly before him. “I am blind,” she said quietly, “but I am not weak or stupid. Let’s make a deal.” Ashen’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of deal?” “Two years,” she said, her voice unwavering. “You help me find the one person who can restore my sight… and in return, I will help you gain recognition in this realm.” ******** Blind, by her late mother so as to protect her from the evil ones, she lives the life of an outcast and is underestimated. Princess Lumina hides dangerous secrets behind her calm grace. In the shadows of court betrayal, she’s forced to outwit her enemies, even if it's her own family. While across the realm, Ashen, the cursed prince of Drakonis, drinks to forget a life of disdain and is also known as the weak one. But when a mysterious girl brushes past him, unseen something inside him awakens. A heartbeat that isn’t his, it’s the first time this is happening, he wants her and he must get her.

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

#NoCP === English Original Title: "Junior sister's cultivation method is not scientific" (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) === Yun Jin was supposed to die—a forgettable cannon fodder chewed up by the plot to make the real heroine shine. But after centuries of grinding through infinite worlds as a system’s lackey, she’s back, armed with a golden finger that’s anything but conventional. Meet the "Super Simplified System." Its goal? Make cultivation stupidly easy. Problem? To keep it running, Yun Jin needs emotional fuel—and the more chaos she causes, the more points she gets. —Trying to meditate? Simplified. Now she absorbs qi by… snacking on melon seeds. —Sect elders preaching discipline? Oops. She just yawned mid-lecture—+500 Emotion Points. —Destined to be a nobody? Not today. Every outraged gasp, every baffled stare—power-ups in disguise. Between accidentally trolling the entire cultivation world and rewriting her "doormat" destiny, Yun Jin’s counterattack is a masterclass in productive pandemonium. Who needs hard work when you can harvest rage, confusion, and sheer disbelief—and call it cultivation? Chaos. Comedy. Comeuppance. (And maybe, just maybe, world domination.)

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

Trigger warning!!! This story is strongly 18+. Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex characters, slow-burn, possessiveness, and dark romance themes such as obsession and lust. EXCERPT: “You're pregnant?” “Alpha Trevor.” I gasp, my body a trembling mess, seeing the expression on the face of the man I've loved since I can remember. It was Icy and aloof. “That thing inside you is a curse. It can’t see the light of day,” he says emotionlessly, before instructing the warriors around. “Send her back in there; that thing inside her must be terminated! Immediately!" Those words felt like a death sentence. “Nooo! Please. Alpha. Do you hate me so much that you kill your own blood?” I cried out to him when the warriors began to drag me back into the pack’s hospital, but he only looked on. Expressionless. ~~~ On Caroline's 21st birthday, her perfect life takes a 360-degree turn when a rogue attack on her pack that claimed the lives of the alpha's parents points to her… Being branded a traitor, she was demoted to a slave. After years of torture from her family, Alpha, princess, and pack members, Caroline thought things were changing when she was summoned by the alpha. However, after a passionate night, he's back to the cruel, cold, and aloof alpha. Caroline finds herself pregnant a month later, but after being cut open and left on the hospital bed to die, the moon goddess intervenes. “She's REBORN?” on the night she was summoned by the alpha. Will she let fate repeat? ~~~ Alpha Trevor hates her more than anything in the world. Because of her, his parents were brutally killed, leaving his little sister an orphan. He made her a slave for everyone to bully. He wanted her to bleed. But why can't he breathe in her presence? That tantalizing scent that is supposed to belong to his mate, one that keeps him and his wolf on edge? After battling his insanity for three years, he decided to give in and experience what it would feel like to have your mate in your arms. But what does she mean she wants to reject him? He, the Alpha, rejected by a mere slave? Hahaha. She's in for a tough ride… ~~~ Join me on this ride to unveil a love born out of deep-seated hatred. Find out what fate has in store for them. Be warned the road will be bumpy.

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

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. (s) In the titles denote spicy scenes --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

"It’s a blood-soaked second chance filled with secrets, survival, and betrayal. But this time, I’m not the prey, because I’m the Grim Reaper dressed as a player." Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do.

Alison stepped back and hit her back against the wall. She clasped her hands nervously and asked. "What do you mean?" Alison could feel the man's breath on her neck. It was tickling. "You are Mine!" The man with deep ocean blue eyes said before wrapping his arm around Alison's waist. He pulled her closer and said to her. "You are Mine! All Mine" Walden smirked and his eyes sparkled. His lips parted exposing his perfectly white canines that were longer than normal. Alison gasped. She now remembered. All the times that she would wake up with no memory of what happened was because of this man. She remembered him clearly. How could she not? When it was the soul of this man that had kept her alive all these years! ...... "If I had to choose between this life and that life?" "I think that I would still choose both because I had you in all of them" Alison was born with the soul of a goddess. She knew that one day the owner of the soul would come knocking on her door. Except that she didn't know the owners of the soul were two demons and she has to choose between the lesser evil of them. This is the story of the Romance of a human girl and a Demi God of the sky.

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

In the distant and mysterious interstellar world, ancient civilizations have faded like a dying candle in the wind, with shattered ruins and lost traditions lingering only in vague historical records. In this era, Dream Forgers, with their powerful mental abilities, construct dreams and engage in fierce battles with dream beasts, becoming revered figures. They are the spiritual backbone of the interstellar world, weaving dreams that connect people to the distant echoes of past civilizations. Lily, a graduate student in dream studies from Earth, found her fate dramatically altered in an unexpected twist. She was transported into the world of an interstellar romance novel, only to become the tragic side character. Despite possessing mental power, her lack of imagination became her fatal flaw in her quest to become a Dream Forger. During the Dream Forger assessment battle, other competitors showcased incredible creativity, with dreams filled with dazzling starlight and wild beasts galloping through fantastical landscapes. However, Lily could only struggle within the confines of her own mind, ultimately being eliminated for her inability to craft dreams. But the story did not end there. After her elimination, Lily did not succumb to despair; instead, she awakened in the face of adversity. As the curtain rose on the interstellar dream streaming battle, a legendary journey that would the entire interstellar world began. During the Beast Summoning Exam, while other competitors summoned common interstellar pets to engage in standard battles with dream beasts, Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In an instant, a gigantic flying beast appeared out of nowhere, casting a shadow that seemed to cover the entire sky. With its wings spread wide, it looked as though it could tear the universe apart, and with each beat, the winds and clouds shifted. The interstellar audience was left speechless, their gasps of amazement echoing through the air. Lily smiled gently, silently reciting an ancient verse: "The great roc rises with the wind, soaring to ninety thousand miles in a single day." Then, in the vast sea of stars, the mythical creatures Xuanwu and Tengshe emerged, their massive forms churning the waters as if telling the tales of ancient myths. Amidst the swirling clouds, the Azure Dragon weaved through them, sometimes summoning rain and clouds, nourishing the mysterious dream world. And upon an ancient phoenix tree, a phoenix sang loudly, surrounded by fierce flames, its rebirth through fire a magnificent sight that left all who watched in awe. The interstellar people had never witnessed such a strange and culturally rich dreamscape. For a moment, the entire interstellar network erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! His dormant skill awakened, after killing thousands; becoming a broken ability. White robes. Pale skin. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo*—guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in his ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes. “Forgive me… this is the only way to survive.” ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

"you think I spared you because you were innocent ",Calhoun smirked showing his perfectly white fangs which made Genevieve gulp slightly. she step back backwards when he came forward but he didn't stop until Eve's back was on the wall.compare to his figure she was small. "L-lord Rhodes w-what do you mean?", she stuttered questioning him,but then he moved closer again crouching his neck to her level their faces inches apartment causing her to get flustered and Calhoun smiled liking her reaction. "I mean I like every heartbeat and breath of yours ", Calhoun said making her heart skip a beat which was his favorite rhythm to listen to. "B-but I'm just a-", I'm just a commoner she was about to say when she felt his lips on hers she tried pushing him away but compare to her strength he was 30 times stronger she just gave in closing her eyes. First it felt cold but as he kept moving his lips on hers it became warm surprisingly he was slow at first for a cold ruler like him , the she gasped giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth tasting her for the first time and she was so sweet,then he bit her lower lip drawing a little amount of blood from it making her flinch in pain but he sucked on her lower lip reduce the pain. "you aren't a commoner to me Genny ", he said looking at her with adoration in his eyes " you are my woman ". she opened her eyes in shock not because he called her in another short form of her name but because he called her 'his woman'. during the war between the super naturals(vampires, werewolves, sea creatures,faces{fairies},witches) and mankind which was caused by fallen angels who were chased out of heaven because they wanted to be like God after they discovered the book called NEMORIS written by one of the first created arch angels called Silas he too was thrown out of heaven because of the book he created. the book was all about how angels and powers that can be derived from angels blood. the fallen angels who were now called demons spread the word about the NEMORIS which was now missing not knowing that Silas hid the book somewhere for the safety of mankind and everything .The NEMORIS had a key to open it he gave it to a human who held the key in a locket so the demons or any other person wouldn't find out . Then they planned to kill Silas but before he was killed he fell in love with a vampiress who was also in love with him her name was Lawrence she didn't know what Silas was and so did Silas to her but before she could tell Silas about her pregnancy and her true identity she watched him get killed by demons they were now after her,so she hid the pregnancy from people and gave birth to a forbidden myth that was written in the NEMORIS the child born of a dark angel and a pure blooded vampire, but she died during child birth . after centuries the war came to an end where six people from different part of the supernaturals came to civilize everyone and ruling them using a dynasty call aphrodon where any kind can stay in as their home so the six people ruled the world using aphrodon it's like a kingdom with six lords. But is the war over ? people are still out looking for the NEMORIS after centuries and who did Silas give the key to the NEMORIS to? and where did he hide the NEMORIS? and lastly is the child born of Lawrence and Silas alife after all this time? find your answers after reading the story. please read my first story.

New memories rushed into Ye Xian’s head. Feelings, images, and moments that didn’t belong to him. Deep inside, something ancient stirred up. A forbidden treasure had awakened: The Heaven Defying Reverse Taiji. This was his second life. No more weakness. No more shame. This time, Ye Xian would take what he wanted. He’d make the world remember his name. To grow stronger, he had to walk the path of dual cultivation. The more pleasure he gave, the more power he got. Every moan, every kiss, every moment of lust fed his strength. A gentle fairy gasped beneath him, her soft body clinging to his as he made her cry out in the moonlight. A proud holy girl lost her innocence in his arms, whimpering as she gave herself fully. A curvy empress squirmed under him, groaning sweetly as she passed on secret royal techniques with every wet, shaking climax. Even a wicked demoness bent the knee and called him master, begging for more of his touch. He’d take them all. Touch them, please them, mark them. Make them his. With each passionate night, his power rose. The world was full of danger. Evil sects, creepy cults with twisted fate, slumbering monsters, and hidden enemies. But Ye Xian didn’t care. He’d learn the arts they feared. Break the rules they followed. And crush every bastard who tried to stop him. He would build a harem of strong, sexy women—loyal lovers who warmed his bed and fought by his side. With blood on his blade and goddesses in his arms, he shall stand atop of the corpses of his enemies and rise top of the world! Tags: R-18 |Action | Weak to Strong | Smart MC| Overpowered|Scheming characters | witch cults| Hidden Organization| Mature | Harem |Elves |Dragon| Hero's|Villain |MILF |NSFW| Demons |witches| Beast Folk |Face Slapping | Multiple Wives | Forbidden Techniques | Ancient Treasures|Enemies to Lovers | Bed = Breakthrough _______ The image does not belong to me; I found it on the internet and edited it.

Ten years ago, Esther Morris was dragged into the Strokes Villa to serve her punishment for nothing she did. Being the daughter of assassins, she paid the price dearly. She was tormented daily, bullied by society, and penalised for misbehaving . Unknown to the Strokes family, that the neglected servant of the Ruthless Young heir was a secret agent, a low-key tycoon, the untouchable Queen of hacking, the president to the unknown top executive designer stall, the famous gamer Lily, immune to all poisons and the anonymous Lilith Lee. The world awaited the day. This shabby girl would be thrown out of the Strokes family but instead gasped when all her fake accounts kept falling down. Young Heir." How long do I pretend to be oblivious? World."...." Esther"..."

"You might be the best killer in the underworld but that is all you are , a killer " Ivana spat out. Alara stayed silent. "A killer can't be a wife much less a mother. So why don't you make things easier for me and disappear. Rae will never marry you and your baby can't be raised by a killer ". she added. She felt a gush of wind blinking but then gasped . Alara had her table knife down on her neck , the coldness of both the steel on her neck and look in her eyes sent shivers down her spine. "Love put the knife down " Rae said to Alara. Ivana gulped still staring into the cold blood thirsty eyes down on her. she didn't seem to want to move . Rae stood up and gently took her hand from Ivana's neck , "Come on , let's get you some cake " he said to Alara. Suddenly her eyes turned soft as she dropped the knife and followed her fiancé off to the kitchen. ......... Sent to kill him but is now carrying his child . A deadly assassin must choose between the father of her child who refuses to let her go ,the organisation that is now threatening her family and the responsibilities of becoming a mother and wife.

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Kashton Berry never believed the world when they called his father insane. Everyone, including his own mother, mocked Dr. Alan Berry's claims that merpeople were real. But Kash always knew his father had been chasing something bigger than myth. Determined to uncover the truth, Kash travels to the isolated island where his father spent his final years, only to discover a hidden underground lab, a 12-foot glass tank, and a trunk filled with notes on a species humanity refused to acknowledge. But nothing prepares him for what he finds next. A living, breathing merman, nothing like the creatures Kash had imagined. Not a monster. Not a myth. Something far more human, far more dangerous... and far more impossible to resist. As mystery unravels and undeniable tension simmers between captive and captor, Kash must face the truth: Some legends aren't meant to be studied. Some are meant to fall for. Get ready to dive deep into a world of dangerous secrets, unique mating rituals, and a merman with a unique c**k. A fantasy alien romance that will sweep you off your feet and leave you gasping for more.

Darius walked along the castle corridors, barefoot, it was very late into the night, the castle was silent, all the servants were very much asleep. He walked until he stopped at her door, he opened it gently , not wanting to wake her and crept inside her bedchamber. There he saw her, the reason for his restlessness and inability to fall asleep. She was sleeping soundly with the moon lighting up the room. He went closer to her and he couldn't help wanting to lie next to her which he did. He thought that lying next to her will help calm his wolf that has been very restless, he turned to his left side watching her as she slept. he still wasn't satisfied, he crept closer to her until he was now looming over her, before he knew it he's hand was brushing the strands of her hair off her face, she looked very beautiful to him. he sniffed her hair, and he couldn't help growling "mine". he placed a kiss on her forehead then her eyes, her cheeks and finally he hovered over her lips, his wolf singing in his head "mine, mine". finally he could kissed her on her lips, the first was a little peck and than he pried her lips open and kissed her with such verocity that only a hungry man could have, which waked the poor girl up, she gasped and he used that opportunity to insert his tongue inside, and my,he has never tasted such sweet delicay before, he continued his administrations with his hands trailing all over her legsto her bottom, he was driving her insane, she needs to snap out of it............ in the kingdom of silvervale, where humans and werewolves coexist, the moonlight holds a special kind of magic. The moon casts it's silvery light over the land, creating a magical atmosphere that seemed to whisper of secrets and untold stories. Rosaline, a young dormant half wolf, her true nature dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be awakened by the touch of her mate. she grew up in the shadow of her mother lady Eleanor's broken heart. her father had abandoned them both for his true mate , leaving them to fend for themselves. Darius, the narcissistic alpha king of silvervale, had sworn off finding his true mate after witnessing the tragic fate of his own parents. He believed that love only brought pain and loss and he was content ruling his kingdom with an iron fist. But fate had other plans for Rosaline and Darius, when they crossed paths under the light of the full moon, something stirred within that they couldn't ignore. despite their differences, they found solace in each other's company and slowly began to unravel the mysteries of their pasts.

{Acquire 10 Ayer Progression until completion 10%} Stopped at a corner of a tree, as it bled, a sensation of heat embraced him wholly, and sweat poured out like fountains. 'Gasp! ...All this quest...and...I'm still at level 1. 'This has got to be a joke. I got a system, a cheat. He ripped his clothes in thin layers with his bare hands and mouth to make a bandage that covers the gaping hole of his chopped-off arm. 'Open...Character Stats! ' His eyes were on edge; he squinted and moved his palms outwards, his palms forming liquid water into the shape of a ball, which condensed—"Pop!"—forming layer upon layer of panels of text that vaguely reflected his image. HP: 3/10 Qin Xin, M /Grafted Being\ Lvl. I Stats: ↓ Severe Bleeding, Exhausted V Mind: 07/20 Stamina: 03/15 RP: 10 STR: 10 INT: 17 DEF: 03 AGI↓: X Wild Card: |Survivor|4| Inventory: [Ayer X1][][][][][][][][][] ↓Expand 'Raise 10 of my health.' Forcing himself out of the edge of slumbering, he awoke to a sight of the system raising his health. It increased his capacity for health, not added health. The thought that it would heal his body in some way made him tear up—a complete failure. 'Curses! - The level five of exhaustion, it seems—'I...can't...run...anymore...' The comforting heat that made him secrete sweat all over his body cools him down, and his eyes seal themselves. This can't be happening. It hasn't even been a year, yet now I'm about to die on this stupid quest. In a second his chopped-off arm bled, reducing his health to 1. "{Death Awaits}," the system says. 1 For the first time, it was truly fun while I still had it 0 |Survivor| Blood all over burst outwards, not a single piece of excess innard or skeleton left. After it, a skeletal hand molded out of nowhere; slowly but surely, it started to put together a skeleton body. Veins loomed through the skeletal hand, producing a skinless being. Bit by bit, it started to take the shape of a colorless skin all the way from bottom to top. The face appeared without an eye; it formed something inside as the skin colors developed, and lastly, eyes appeared. The being falls to the ground, kneeling at the pond of blood. He cries and then begins, 'I fucking lived! ' said while tears flowed through his eyes.

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.

In a world governed by the Twelve Rings—powerful guardians of balance and order—one has turned rogue, casting a shadow over the planet and threatening a devastating return. In preparation for this looming threat, society is divided into ranks: Alpha, Beta, Delta, and at the very bottom—Zeta. Sage is a Zeta. Discarded. Overlooked. Until a cruel twist forces him into a forgotten lab—where something ancient wakes up. Now bound to a ruthless AI system with no patience for weakness, Sage is given a singular command: find the Elixir or be erased. No one believes the Elixir exists. No one believes Sage will last a week. The system disagrees. > “Vitals dropping. Emotional integrity unstable. Physical output: disgraceful.” “I’m trying—” Sage gasped, coughing on blood. “Trying is irrelevant. Survival is mandatory.” The system didn’t yell. It didn’t threaten. It simply administered pain—blinding, searing pain—until Sage screamed. “Pain increases adaptation. Adapt or be purged.” And somewhere in the agony, Sage understood: This thing wouldn’t make him stronger. It would break him until he had no choice but to be.

The hum of the coffee shop was like any other a blend of clinking cups, hushed conversations, and the soft swish of the barista’s apron as they moved behind the counter. Adrian strode in, his sharp gaze barely flicking toward the order board as he walked past the line of people. His mind was preoccupied, his phone held firmly in one hand, eyes scanning through an email from his company’s legal team. He was too distracted by his thoughts to notice the petite figure standing in his path until it was too late. A gasp broke through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of liquid splashing. Adrian's body jerked, the scalding hot coffee sloshing onto his dark gray suit just as his phone flew out of his hand. “Shit!” came the voice, soft but hurried, as the person in question scrambled to steady their own coffee cup and avoid more damage. Adrian barely had time to react as a small figure stepped back, eyes wide with panic. "I.I’m so sorry!" The voice trembled, and Adrian finally looked up to meet the wide, apologetic eyes of the person who had crashed into him. His gaze softened as he saw the clear panic on the other person’s face. The person in front of him was a young man slender, with messy dark hair and a few stray strands falling into his face. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, flicked nervously from the coffee splattered on Adrian’s suit to Adrian’s face. His lips parted in a silent apology as he clutched the coffee cup, looking for something to say, but the words seemed to fail him. Adrian’s frown deepened, his suit already ruined, but the surprise of the moment faded quickly. He tilted his head slightly, giving the man a once-over. "Are you alright?" Adrian asked, voice calm yet with an edge of amusement, despite the ruined suit. He reached for the napkins on the counter to dab at the coffee stains. The guy blinked rapidly, as if processing Adrian’s question. “Yeah, I... I mean, yeah, but oh god, your suit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” His hands fluttered in the air awkwardly as he stepped forward, his movements frantic. Adrian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s fine, really. I’ve had worse.” His voice held a quiet authority, but something in his expression softened. He took a breath and added, “Not the first time something like this has happened.” The young man Kai, as Adrian now saw on his name tag bit his lip and exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm so embarrassed. I swear, I’m usually more careful." He finally seemed to calm down a little, though his nervousness lingered. Adrian couldn’t resist. “Seems like you’re a little distracted. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kai blinked again, almost flustered. "Huh? Oh. Just... life, you know?" He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Work stuff... which is apparently bad luck today.” He pointed toward the stain on Adrian’s suit, his fingers twitching nervously. Adrian’s eyebrow arched. “Work stuff, huh? What do you do?” Kai hesitated for a moment. “Uh... marketing. At... uh, a company. Not nearly as cool as... whatever it is you do.” Adrian chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’ll say this, though: I’m not in the marketing game. I’m actually... not great with people, so let’s just say you got me at a good moment. A coffee spill’s the least of my problems today.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing as he finally took in Kai’s nervousness. Kai looked embarrassed but a little relieved. “Well, if it helps, I’ll pay for a new suit?” “Too much of a hassle,” Adrian replied. “But you do owe me a drink. How about we get one sometime this weekend?” Kai blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you mean... after spilling coffee all over you?” Adrian smiled, a sly glint in his eyes. “Well, if you’re willing to make it up to me, why not?” Kai’s hesitation was palpable, but there was a playful curiosity there now, his shoulders relaxing as he gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’ll be honest, I wasn't expecting that...

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

Kyra caressed her growing belly—she was finally pregnant with her best friend Nathan's child after three years of marriage. But when she returned home with the happy news, her Alpha husband was on his knees, begging her to end their bond. "Sophia is back," Nathan’s voice raw with guilt. "My fated mate." Heartbroken, Kyra agreed to dissolve their union, hiding her pregnancy to avoid burdening him. Yet when she tried to leave, Nathan refused to let go. "Can't we at least stay friends?" She wrenched her wrist free. "You lost that right." Nathan didn't understand these feelings until Kyra was gone and then he knew this wasn't just friendship. This was love. And he'd fight to get her back. Then he appeared—Kieran, Kyra's stepbrother and the infamous Alpha from Raven Shadow Pack. He kept her captive, craving every inch of her. "We're siblings,"Kyra gasped. His teeth scraped the mating mark on her neck as he growled."'Not by blood.Run from him all you want, little wolf. But you belong to me now." Trapped between two impossible loves—where does Kyra truly belong?

He grabbed my throat hard and pinned his gaze on me. I gasped, astounded, feeling as if my neck was impeded by chains. His very dim eyes intimidated me so bad I felt I could die. His chilly breath fanned my face. He was cold, his skin felt grossly cold but I felt more hurt from his grip on my neck. He was choking the life out of me, I couldn't even make a high sound as he had seemingly suppressed my vocal cords with his hold. ~~~ Princess Almira was captured into Sihasin after an enemy kingdom invaded into her home kingdom, Perston. Now a slave, she faced incredible sufferings but yet still became the fifty mistress of his royal highness, King Luther — A king so astute but yet so seemingly ruthless and sadistic. Love bloomed between them however, but with the strong need to escape and take back her father's kingdom which Luther had conquered, will she fight over her heart or let love take its lead? [NOTE: THIS IS A SLOW BURN ROMANCE BOOK (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) ]