Snap Appel

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Carn wakes up from a vivid dream where he spent a thousand years as a gargoyle, guarding a demon lord's tomb. In this dream, he possessed supernatural powers, including the ability to teleport and instantly kill anyone within range who broke eye contact with him. Heroes, saintesses, adventurers, all fell before him. When he returns to his normal life, things take a strange turn. Carn realizes he still has the gargoyle’s powers, and the world he has woken up to seems different. But adjusting to the new reality is not the real issue. Carn brings back something nobody in this world has imagined. Not only he imports his powers to this alternate Earth, but he also carries over his gargoyle instinct and his hobby. He loves snapping human necks. Whether it's ordinary humans, explorers, super soldiers, cyborgs, mutated beasts, monsters, or mysterious entities from other dimensions, Carn eagerly anticipates snapping their necks, one neck at a time... In secret, of course.

After being betrayed by her fiancé and cousin on her wedding day, Zara, reborn with memories of past mistakes, vows to rewrite her destiny. Impulsively, she marries a stranger to keep her ex at bay, not realizing Snow is far from a mere call boy. Snow Zephyr, a wealthy CEO and alpha of the Ivory Crescent Pack, needs a contract wife to appease his father and secure his position. When a bold, determined woman proposes a marriage of convenience, Snow agrees, unaware of the chaos she will bring into his life. Zara's defiant choice provokes her parents' fury, leading to her being cast from the company and forcing her to find work elsewhere. She lands a job at Aurora Conglomerate Inc., only to discover that her new boss is Snow, the very man she married—and her ex's uncle. Sparks fly as their mutual attraction grows amidst the darkness of his family's secrets and looming threats. Zara’s strength and independence captivate Snow, who begins to see her as the potential Luna his pack needs. Together, they face vengeful ex-lovers, kidnapping plots, and deadly rivalries. As Zara's powers awaken, she must confront the reasons behind her family's disownment, the hidden clauses in her marriage contract, and her ultimate role in Snow’s world. When their marriage of convenience deepens into a genuine partnership, a new challenge emerges in the form of a fated mate. Will Zara fight the dangers that await or embrace her true destiny? **EXCERPT** "I... didn't want to be late for work. You seemed busy, so I thought I'd get a head start." Snow raised an eyebrow. "Really? Or is it because last night affected you so much that you couldn't stand being around me?" "Don't flatter yourself, Snow. You didn't affect me at all." He smirked, stepping closer. "Is that so?" His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up. My pulse quickened. "We're at work," I snapped, swatting his hand away. "This isn't professional." "You're my wife," he murmured. "You're supposed to obey me at all times." I bit back a retort, a hint of rebellion flaring within. Slowly, I stepped closer, letting my fingers graze his chest. His smirk wavered for a second when his wolf reacted and Snow bit his lips. "Careful, Boss," I purred seductively. "Don't hurt those lips. I'm sure plenty of girls would love to kiss them." Snow leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "And you? Are you dying for a taste?" Caught off guard, I hesitated, then regained my composure as I looked him in the eyes. "Unlike other girls, I have strong resistance against—" I didn't get a chance to finish when Snow's lips crashed onto mine with a fierce kiss that left me breathless. *************** MATURE CONTENT Participating in the Viral Book Call Contest. Kindly Support Me!

Tapisserie silencieuse de vies entrelacées, Les Fils Subtils de la Famille suit une famille élargie dispersée dans différentes villes, unie par des souvenirs partagés et de simples gestes d’attention. Sans secrets explosifs ni héritages grandioses, ces individus affrontent les méandres ordinaires de l’existence quotidienne—une carte postale oubliée dans le courrier, un appel téléphonique un dimanche après-midi, le parfum persistant de vieux livres de recettes—et découvrent la force délicate de leurs liens.

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

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

Dying after getting bitten by a zombie, the main character finds himself in the world of fantasy. Reincarnating as the mid-rank villain, he decided to live differently and avoid the main cast. After all who would like to live as an arrogant brat only to die like a dog? However, just as he resolved to live a better life, [Ding!] [This world is not the same as the host knows. Because of the tragic ends, the God of Fortune has reversed the time and has allowed the main heroines to retain their memories.] Yeah, he is done for. ****** Additional tags: Possessive characters, no Yaoi, no Yuri, no ntr. ***** A/N:- The main character would be overpowered but not to the point where he could defeat his enemies with a snap of his fingers. This novel would be more focused on character development, slice of life, and romance.

The World God of Terra was devoured by the Outer God, and eldritch creatures enslaved all of humanity. Humanity was reduced to mere livestock, wearing collars with their names and barcodes, labeling them as the property of the Outer God. However, hope wasn’t entirely lost. The World Will of Terra blessed some chosen humans who rose up against the lackeys of the Outer God. Female humans became magical girls, while the males could summon mecha armors and become mecha drivers. Unfortunately, despite being a transmigrator, Linsley Sinclair hadn’t obtained a special ability or blessing from the World Will. As Linsley wallowed in depression, thinking about how messed up the world was, he was snapped back to reality by a sound. -Ding! [The God Simulator has been integrated into your soul!] -Ding! [It has been detected that the host’s soul has been marked by the Outer God.] -Ding! [The system has successfully eradicated the Outer God’s slave mark without alerting the Outer God.] -Ding! [It has been detected that the host’s mind has been polluted by the Outer God’s insanity.] -Ding! [The host’s mind has been purified and the host is now immune to the Outer God’s mental pollution.] [The God Simulator was created by the Will of the Infinite Realities to save this multiverse from the Outer Gods’ corruption.] [The main feature of the God Simulator is to create a simulated body and let it transmigrate into another world. The simulated body will enter the simulation, creating an alternate timeline influenced by the host’s actions.] [The God Simulator’s goal is for the host to become a god in every simulated world. The host must complete the normal simulation and become a god before entering the full-dive simulation.] [If the host dies in the normal simulation, it won’t cause true death since it’s only a simulated body. However, if the host dies during a full-dive simulation, it results in true death.] With the God Simulator, Linsley entered the simulation. In his journey to save the world and become a god, he met beautiful goddesses. However… “You’re telling me that those beautiful goddesses in the simulation are all real?” “And now, they are coming to get me? Fuck!” *** Dear readers, here's a challenge for you! Below is a list of goals that, if met, will result in bonus chapter updates: * Every 500 powerstones per week (since they reset weekly) = 2 bonus chapters * Every 100 golden tickets (which reset monthly) = 2 bonus chapters * Every Magic Castle (or any super gift above it) = 5 bonus chapters *** Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/XD6ShCXZeP

The forest was unusually quiet that evening, its towering trees casting long shadows under the dim glow of the setting sun. Selene Rivers adjusted her scarf against the biting autumn chill, her boots crunching against the blanket of fallen leaves. She'd come to the woods for solace, hoping the isolation would help her clear her thoughts. Life in the small town of Everhollow had been far from eventful—until tonight. She hadn't planned to stay out late, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, she realized she'd wandered farther than usual. The air felt different now—heavier, as though the forest itself was holding its breath. A low growl shattered the silence. Selene froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned slowly, scanning the woods, but nothing stirred. Her pulse raced as she quickened her pace, her breath visible in the icy air. The growl came again, louder this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of snapping twigs. Panic surged through her veins. Selene broke into a run, weaving between the trees, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But she wasn't fast enough. A massive wolf leapt from the shadows, landing a few feet ahead of her. Its fur was jet-black, its golden eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Selene skidded to a halt, her breath hitching. The creature snarled, baring sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight. Her mind raced. Wolves weren't supposed to be this big. This wasn't an ordinary animal—it radiated an unnatural intelligence, its gaze locked onto hers with almost human intensity. "Stay back," she whispered, though she knew it was futile. The wolf crouched, muscles coiling as it prepared to pounce. Selene closed her eyes, bracing for the worst. A deafening roar echoed through the forest, and the black wolf was suddenly thrown sideways by a blur of movement. Selene's eyes snapped open as two figures tumbled across the forest floor—a second wolf, larger and more imposing, its fur a stormy gray streaked with silver. The two beasts clashed violently, their growls shaking the air. Selene stumbled backward, her instincts urging her to run, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. The gray wolf fought with ferocity, its movements fluid and precise, as though it had been trained for this moment. After a brutal exchange of claws and teeth, the black wolf let out a pained yelp and darted into the shadows, disappearing into the depths of the forest. The gray wolf stood still, its chest heaving as it watched the retreating figure. Slowly, it turned to face Selene. She should have been terrified. But as the wolf's piercing blue eyes met hers, she felt an odd sense of calm. There was no malice in its gaze—only curiosity and something she couldn't quite place. And then it happened. Before her eyes, the wolf began to shift. Its massive frame contorted, bones cracking and reshaping, fur receding to reveal pale skin. Selene's breath caught as the creature transformed into a man.

One unexpected heat cycle. One irresistible Alpha. And one unforgettable night. I never expected that single night to turn into the worst nightmare of my life. Not only did I get ghosted, I ended up getting imprinted. To make things even worse, the man in question turned out to be Choi Haejun—my friend’s ex-gangster uncle with an ego as big as the sky. Fueled by rage, I stormed into his office, determined to set things straight. But to my disbelief, the arrogant jerk doesn’t even remember who I am. “Who are you?” “...What?” And if that wasn’t enough, his next words nearly made me snap: “As I said, weren’t we in a business-like relationship?” ‘CHOI HAE F**KING JUN!!!! I DON’T NEED A BASTARD LIKE YOU EITHER!!’ Oh, it’s war now. Now, it’s no longer about heat cycles or imprinting or any stupid things like that, it’s about my pride as an Omega. And I won’t stop until I see him grovel at my feet, asking for more of my superior Omega pheromones like a dog. When his rut cycle comes, I’ll laugh in his face and leave him in the dust. The tables have turned, Choi Haejun. You’re not ditching me—I’m ditching you! #BL #Modern #Omegaverse #MorallyGray #AgeGap #Traumatized Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Arcus All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 아쿠스, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Yu Holea était une exorciste de fantômes de génie. Maudite pour son tempérament de solitaire, elle a embrassé la voie de l'exorcisme. À l'âge de 26 ans, elle est morte. En ouvrant les yeux, elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle a été transmigrée dans un personnage qui porte le même nom qu'elle. Yu Holea était la jeune demoiselle récemment trouvée de la Famille Yu. Bien que tout le monde ne l'aimait pas, car pour eux Yu Mei est la véritable jeune demoiselle. Tout le monde la méprisait, y compris ses propres frères biologiques. Son Frère aîné, "N'essaie même pas de t'approcher de moi. Je déteste les chercheuses d'or comme toi. Yu Mei, viens, je t'emmène faire du shopping." Son Deuxième Frère Gentil," La porte pour sortir est à gauche. N'oublie pas de ne pas embêter Yu Mei" Son Troisième Frère, "Euh, ne me laisse pas voir ton visage dégoûtant. Laisse-moi voir le visage mignon de ma petite Yu Mei" Cependant, Yu Holea les ignorait. Elle était habituée à tout cela. Elle s'est concentrée sur sa carrière et l'accumulation d'argent plutôt que sur l'amour. Elle n'avait pas un sou ? Allons donc, elle avait une longue file de grands patrons suppliant de lui donner de l'argent. Son empire commercial s'étend de Ville S à la Capitale. Elle était sans talent ? Elle peut même invoquer la foudre !! A une soirée de luxe, un des parents de la Famille Yu a vu Yu Holea entourée par des grands patrons de différents domaines et a été choqué jusqu'au plus profond de son être. Alors que tout le monde était confus, ses trois frères sont arrivés et ont commencé à la choyer. "Lea, tu veux manger un gâteau aux fraises? Appelle-moi Grand Frère et je te donnerai le gâteau." "Lea, tiens, bois ce jus, et au fait, pourquoi ne m'appelles-tu pas Deuxième Frère ?" "Petite Sœur, ne les écoute pas, je te protégerai de tout le monde, tu n'as qu'à m'appeler Troisième Frère." Un certain beau, PDG d'une entreprise du top 10, "Lea Chérie, quand diras-tu oui à ma demande ?" Yu Holea : Pourquoi tout le monde la regarde-t-il avec un regard attendri ? Suivez Yu Holea dans son aventure remplie de frissons, de suspense et de chouchoutage.

Evelyn had a normal happy life until the untimely death of her mother. Her loving father soon became an abusive drunk that would constantly beat her and her older brother Mason. After years of abuse one day Evelyn and Mason managed to escape the terror of their father, when Evelyn finally snapped and killed him. Unfortunately, even though they escaped their rotten father, their lives came to a violent and early end at the hands of a cruel fate. However, when Evelyn woke up after dying, she found herself in a dark damp place. And when she broke free from what confines her, she finds herself reborn as an owl. Follow along as Evelyn lives her second life as an owl in a world of magic and mystery, as she aims to rise up and become the strongest. So, no one can ever dictate her fate again. Warning: This novel is going to be very dark in places, especially the prologue. If you are faint of heart, I recommend you not read this novel. Artwork By Radiopaque.

[The criteria for unlocking the system have been fulfilled.] [System synchronization with host commencing.] [Synchronization complete. Congratulations. You have been given a chance to become the most desirable human in this world, just as you wished.] “This isn’t what I wished for.” [What seems to be the problem?] the voice asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone. “I asked to be the most desirable human, not a woman!” he exclaimed, frustrated as he cupped his newfound breasts. Sylvester Lancaster, a dedicated and kind-hearted unactractive policeman, often dismissed and treated like a doormat, snaps after discovering his newlywed wife in bed with his best friend. Consumed by rage, he goes on a violent rampage, only to realize the horrific extent of his actions when the blood cools—he has committed murder. Panicked, he attempts to flee but is struck by a car and meets his untimely death. However, death is far from the end. Sylvester awakens in a morgue, only to find himself in a bizarre alternate universe—trapped in the body of a stunning young woman named Cara Bolton. In this new world where Sylvester has transmigrated to, vampires, werewolves, witches, and other supernatural beings coexist in a fragile balance with humans, their uneasy peace marked by underlying tensions and hidden conflicts. Among the supernaturals, vampires reign supreme as the most dominant and influential. The system reveals to Sylvester that he now wields two new skills: the power to read minds and the ability to detect lies, skills inherited from Cara, the body’s former inhabitant who was a fairy. The system assigns him quests to complete, allowing him to level up and gain all remaining skills a fairy possesses. Many of these missions involves sex, manipulating and exploiting people, as well as infiltrating the vampiric council.

Soudain se retrouvant dans un cadre rural, Lin Caisang devint la célèbre "Étoile de Richesse et d'Honneur" du village. Entourée de parents uniques, ils la traitaient comme si elle était un panda rare — tenue précieusement dans leurs paumes de peur qu'elle ne tombe et délicatement gardée dans leur bouche de peur qu'elle ne se dissolve. Rencontrez les parents exceptionnels: Le Père Colosse, qui déclarait, "Vous voulez que Sangsang se marie ? Vous devrez d'abord me surpasser." La Mère Avare, demandant, "Pourquoi aurait-elle besoin d'un mari ? Elle peut avoir toute la bonne nourriture et une vie insouciante avec moi !" Le Grand-père Rusé, suggérant, "Les filles ne devraient pas avoir à faire le travail sale et fatigant. Vite, appelle ton frère !" La Grand-mère Majestueuse, proclamant avec force, "Qui ose intimider Sangsang ? Qu'ils affrontent un combat à mort avec moi !" Le Frère Protecteur, assurant, "Petite sœur, toute la bonne nourriture est pour toi. Je n'ai pas faim !" Tenant sa chair flasque, Lin Caisang pleurait sans larmes : "Laissez-moi partir ! Je dois perdre du poids !" Pendant ce temps, l'homme d'à côté, d'une beauté saisissante et glacial, non seulement la protégeait et la gâtait en secret, mais avait aussi une identité pas si simple.....

I was always alone, throughout my life. People looked at me with disdain because I was an orphan without parents. Constant abuse followed me everywhere. I lost touch with how to interact with others. With each passing day, I grew more distant from my emotions until I scarcely recognized myself. The warmth of family and friendship felt foreign to me. In the end, I snapped, and I became what I hated the most... something that wasn't human anymore... something that shouldn't have been born... That was until I was reincarnated as Lucas Nightstar, granted a second chance at a happy life with a loving family. Now, I would do anything to protect them, live my life to the fullest, and was willing to destroy anyone who dares stand in my way of my newfound peace. Yet... Little did I know what fate had in store for me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first time writing a novel, so please give me feedback and point out my mistakes. English isn't my main language, so I could make some grammatical errors. I don't know how this novel will turn out since I am writing this for fun. I don't have a fixed schedule for when I publish chapters, but if I see that it is going well, I might get more serious with my upload schedule (currently 2 chapters/day). So please support me through this journey with reviews and power stones. Discord: https://discord.gg/9zZ69PVNFJ

This is an R18 story that will definitely send a shiver down your spine with its intense mix of love and romance. Bianca has a vivid dream about a passionate encounter with her soon-to-be boss on the morning of her interview. But when her alarm wakes her up, she's quickly snapped back into reality, rushing to get to the interview on time. Upon arriving at Schuyler Enterprises and meeting Ken Schuyler in person, Bianca is stunned to see that he looks exactly like the man from her dream. During the interview, she tries her best to hide her reaction to his irresistible looks, all while struggling to shake the images of her dream from her mind. As things unfold, the interview is moved to Ken's home that night, where Bianca passes with flying colors and earns the trust of Ken’s twin boys. To her surprise, Ken tells her to move in the very next day. But when Bianca starts packing, she makes a shocking discovery—her incredibly handsome boss, Ken, is already engaged! Want to know how things turn out for Bianca and her secret crush? Read and follow me to find out more! Expect: STEAMY SCENES? You bet! DRAMA? Oh yes! Horror? Not at all! DAILY UPDATES will depend on how much support I get from you! Enjoy!!!

From fleeing for your safety and enrolling in a school filled with psychopaths… to being claimed by a deranged alpha prince? Yeah, you’re better off dead. • . • Jules’ life was picture perfect until his entire family got murdered all of a sudden, with him being the only survivor. A savior swooped In because he was still in immense danger, and that led to Jules taking on a new identity and becoming a completely different person overnight— and enrolling into Carnivals, a prestigious all-boys school for all supernatural beings. In Carnivals, monsters lurk the dark hallways and the strong preyed on the weak. You either become a predator or a prey… and from one look at Jules— a boy too pretty for his own good, with a slender and petite build, it was obvious that he was gonna be eaten alive by the predators. Here comes Blaze, a wolf who sends shivers down every predator’s spine in the school, an insanely hot Alpha who was as dangerous and deranged as the rumors claimed. He took one glance at Jules and decided there and then that Jules belonged to him. *** I inched backwards, eyes widening even more as my eyes zeroed in on the smirk tugging at the side of his lips. Blaze never smiled, and whenever he does, it never meant anything good. My heartbeat quickened as I scrambled backwards even more, breath stuttering to a stop as he began to narrow the distance between us. In no time, my back was plastered against the cold wall and that was when it hit me right in the chest that I was cornered and ensnared, like an actual prey… by none other than Blaze, when I had thought my life couldn’t get any worse. He towered over me effortlessly, emitting so much dominance and I had to tilt my head backwards for me to be able to meet his dark eyes, and my breath hitched when our eyes locked. He leaned down and my eyes snapped closed at once as I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. I’ve heard all the horrifying, endless rumors about him. He was an Alpha Prince whose presence someone like me should never be in. When I felt the tip of his cold nose glide over the length of my throat, my mouth fell open to release a startled gasp. He dragged in a long, audible breath and I felt a shiver rattle down my spine as I grew even stiffer, confusion clouding my mind. What was happening? Why was he doing this out of nowhere? Oh my gosh… he really was a deranged alpha like everyone says! *** THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as: - Bullying. - Drug use. - Smut [a whole lot of it.] - Violence. - Harem [not between the main characters.] So… proceed with caution, you’ve been warned! *I don’t own the rights to the cover!

"Love, Lagos, and Heartstrings" "But seriously, I’m coming over for an introduction. Your mom will give us her blessings because we’re perfect together!" she texted with a wink emoji, secretly pouring her heart out. They met in a group chat online, got close, and before she knew it, Nike had caught feelings. But now, they were drifting apart. Jimi’s response? A sarcastic laugh. "What makes you think we’re good together? That’s an awful thought," he replied hours after, like he always did. It hurt more than she let on. His cold attitude and constant delays left her feeling emotionally drained. How could she make him see that her feelings weren’t just some silly crush? Her friends teased her endlessly: "What do you even see in him? Is it the deep Yoruba voice or the fine face?" she’d roll her eyes and snap back, "Please, mind your business!" But even she knew it was time to move on. After finishing high school, Nike set out to explore Nigeria—first Port Harcourt, then Ibadan, and Warri—before finally landing in Lagos. Independent and confident, she was building the life she wanted. She joined a vibrant community of aspiring actors, musicians, and influencers. She was happy, with the past starting to feel like a distant memory… until a new guy showed up in her group. Handsome, familiar, and… Jimi. What happens when old feelings collide with a new chapter in the city that never sleeps?

We are currently on a hiatus till dec 25th (date is subjective to change if I finish rewriting early) Reason: Currently in the middle of rewriting from ch 1 (better quality) + getting a bit of back log ready for daily ch posts. Thank you so much for following along till now. ——————————————————————— When I fell from that bridge, I thought I was finally going to be free. I have never been more wrong. I woke up in a world shaped by forgotten gods and cursed by powers no mortal can hope to comprehend. The kingdoms here crumble under unseen hands, ancient cards that whisper in forgotten tongues, and somewhere beyond the edge of reality, a jester laughs—his voice carried on winds that no one else can hear. They say fate is a game, and we are the pieces. But the rules are hidden, and the players remain unseen. I’ve seen the signs: spirals twisting in the heart of storms, shadows that stretch when no light falls, statues with eyeless faces that watch… and remember. But there’s something more. A riddle unanswered, a truth buried in the cracks of this broken world: Who holds the reins? Who decides what lives and what dies? I wasn’t the first to stumble into their design. I wasn’t the second. I am the last. I am the end. This is the legend of the pawn who turned the strings of fate. The fable of the twenty-third curse. The legend of the puppeteer.

In the depths of Atheria’s Forest, Arbor — a lazy, fox-like humanoid — wants nothing more than peace. A quiet life collecting odd rocks and chasing pleasant dreams is all they’ve ever asked for. But fate rarely listens. Their nights are plagued by twisted dreams of stars, tar, and snapping teeth. Their days are no better, spent training as a mage to join a Legion they never asked to be part of. Worse still, their memories are a haze, with no clear answer as to how they ended up here. Every day is a drag, but somewhere in the fog of their mind, a spark of hope remains — a hope to make sense of it all. But unseen forces are moving in the shadows. Dark creatures stir, ancient plots unfold, and something hungry watches from the edges of their dreams. Arbor's world is changing, and whether they like it or not.

After years of being the outcast, Lucifugus Blackwater has learned how to handle the life he has as a host of the mysterious foreign Beast entity Bandersnatch, and a werewolf shifter second. His sister, Luciana Blackwater, in contrast is the seemingly ideal wolf with all her future in sight. She is set for her coming of age ceremony and will become the next Blackwater Community leader. However Lucifugus leads a double life as a false rogue running rampant and playing 'hero', more or less helping clean up the messes within the city caused by supernatural mayhem. A life that he carefully built up with the assistance of the Deities Cernunnos and Dionysus (usually referred to as Dion). And has a less than business oriented relationship with them and frequents his companions for the sexual pleasure and comfort offered. After he saves one of Luciana's friends, Wellesley Guillotine, who becomes a werewolf via a rival clan's rogue wolf bite, it becomes clear the recent attacks are coordinated. To make it worse, other secrets Lucifugus had intended to keep hidden are unraveling with the growing conflicts outside of the Blackwater community and his stoic facade seems to be wavering on behalf of Wellesley and the growing circle of companions. The self-conducted investigation of Bandersnatch, approaching coming of age ceremony for his sister, normal issues of Wellesley prove complicated and make it hard to resist temptation to snap from the pressure. With the upcoming of his sister's coming of age ceremony, the Lycan monarchy has arrived and the Princess Alya Orchid Loomington turns out to be his second mate a sore spot after a rejection from the first. formerly titled "Double Life: Bandersnatch of the Full Moon"

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

Blurb: “Your Alpha thinks a wolfless girl can’t be the Luna.” Rachael replied. “My Alpha had suggested more suitable options should stay around Alpha Sebastian till he makes a decision.” My heartbeat quickened as anger rose from my stomach at being called a wolfless girl again. Can’t be a Luna? I snapped my head to Alpha Sebastian and he didn’t even look at me. Suitable options? Decision? My fists clenched. “What decision—” Alpha Sebastian left his seat suddenly and I stepped back on impulse. His gaze finally landed on me and a suppressed whimper left me. His blue eyes slowly darkened to red. “Seraphina Renaud. I, Sebastian Theroes, hereby break the betrothal engagement I made with you on 27th of December, 2021.” Alpha Sebastian said flatly, not even bothering to spare me a glance. ~~~ Everything changed after her parents died. Seraphina Jones once lived in peace within her pack as the daughter of a multi-millionaire despite being a wolfless girl, but when she had nothing else to offer, she became the general object of ridicule. Still, she had persevered because of her love for her Alpha and being his betrothed, she planned to pay back all who humiliated her when she’d become his Luna. Yet one fateful day, her fragile heart was cruelly broken by the man who was to protect her and she’s ridiculed by her pack once again. Trying to escape their scorned looks, she got into an accident that ended her life. In a fortunate string of event, Seraphina Jones got reborn to three years before her rejection and demise. Changing the events of the future was a must and revenge of the pack who scorned her was in order. She made up her mind not to fall in love recklessly and to build her own empire. Meeting the sarcastic wealthy rogue and getting a found family were blessings she only found in her new life. However, what she didn’t know was that the events of her new life had taken a very drastic change from her previous life after her return.

Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.

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

"You are the girl of my dreams..." Ross Michael Varga’s marriage, being arranged without his consent, left a bitter taste in his mouth. However, despite his disappointment, he didn’t want to disobey his mother’s wishes. When he was introduced to a gorgeous and charismatic girl, Shenna Villegas, just then, he understood why his family picked her as his wife—numerous men will go to great lengths to win her affection. However, everything took a turn when he met the woman he had always longed for, leading to a complex and perplexing situation, as his younger brother also fell in love with her. Would he move heaven and earth to follow his heart’s desire? * EXCERPT: “Why did you kiss me?” As he stared at her, the girl in front of him had captivating eyes that widened in surprise when their lips unexpectedly met. “I’m sorry. I thought you were…” He was cut halfway when the girl snapped at him. “Kuya Ross, I am your sister-in-law!”

Alex stood amidst the chaos, his fists blazing with the raw energy of three outerworld aliens attacking in tandem. His muscles tensed, eyes narrowing with predatory focus. Just as he deflected a bone-shattering strike, something shifted. The air around him stilled. A sudden, icy calm washed over him—danger. His breath slowed, and, almost instinctively, he snapped his head sharply to the left. His vision stretched beyond the battlefield, piercing through the fabric of space itself. There, on the distant horizon of his family’s territory, a shadow loomed. An entity—malevolent and monstrous—emerged.The realization struck like thunder: an invasion was imminent. Alex's heartbeat synced with the pulse of the world. Fury ignited within him, not as a blaze but a cold, focused inferno. His body surged with energy. Without hesitation, he became the weapon. And then—like a living nuke detonating in the heart of creation—his power erupted.

Lexi sat on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Noah quietly entered the room and walked over to her. Without a word, he pulled her into a gentle hug. "Don’t cry anymore, Lexi," he whispered softly. "It’s not your fault that one of the twins is missing. We’ll find her, I promise. One day, we will." But Lexi’s pain erupted. She snapped angrily, pushing him away. "You always say that! But I can’t keep going on like this. It hurts so much! I’m a mother now, Noah, and it tears me apart not knowing where my other twin is. Is she okay? Is she happy? Has she eaten? I don't know anything, and it’s killing me." Noah stood up and moved to stand beside her. She was staring out the window, lost in her sorrow. "I'm a dad too, Lexi," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. Lexi turned to face him, regret in her eyes. "I’m sorry for pushing you. I’m just so sad. I didn’t get to see her. I didn’t get the chance to hold her, to say goodbye... It hurts more than I can bear." Noah reached out, taking her hands in his. "I’m here now, Lexi. Don’t cry anymore. I’ll be with you, we’ll get through this together, dear."

Feng Suyin never thought she would lose her life and years of hard work on her wedding day. Adopted by the prestigious Feng family, she strived to prove herself a worthy member. However, who would have thought that her younger sister and her fiancé were secretly in love? It was only in the end that she realized that the person who truly loved her was the one she deemed as her academic rival for many years. After dying miserably in their hands and waking up one hundred days before her death, Feng Suyin vowed to prevent it from happening again. With her newfound knowledge, she was determined to protect herself from the betrayal that had led to her demise. As for Ji Yuzhe, who loved her secretly for many years… "How about we marry?" The blind man snapped his head towards Feng Suyin and glared at her, although he couldn't see her anymore. This woman had suddenly drunkenly barged into his home only to propose marriage. "You must be out of your mind." He said coldly. "Well, pardon me for asking. Your brother seems to like my sister more than me. He probably thinks I'm a potato." She shrugged. Ji Yuzhe pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming his way. It didn't occur to him that Feng Suyin moved to his side, her face inching closer towards his, catching him off-guard. “I might be a potato, but at least I’ll be your sweet potato.”