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I reincarnated as a dungeon boss… and everything is on fire. Literally. I woke up in a beach-themed dungeon I only ever half-built in-game — broke, under-leveled, and with only one powerful asset: my overpowered, ultra-loyal (and dangerously possessive) waifu. No mobs. No traps. Just me, a sword-wielding yandere, a bodybuilding commander who won’t wear shirts, a chef-slime, and a maid who definitely thinks I’m pathetic. But if I want to survive in a world where dungeons fight for dominance and other bosses want me gone, I need to start building — stronger floors, better defenses, elite units. They think I’m weak. They think I’m a joke. They forgot one thing: I’m a gamer. I don’t play fair. Welcome to Aqua Land — where chaos reigns, strategy matters, and even the mop is a weapon if you hold it right.

I came home from college expecting to deal with my emotionally unavailable father, an empty fridge, and a summer full of boredom. What I didn’t expect was to walk into the kitchen and find a barefoot, stunning woman in my dad’s shirt stirring eggs like she owned the place. Spoiler: She does. Her name is Elena, and apparently, she’s my brand-new stepmother—seven years older than me, way too cheerful, and totally off-limits. But try telling that to my brain when she’s bending over to grab orange juice or accidentally falling on top of me in the laundry room. Try telling that to my heart when she’s laughing at my jokes, defending me at dinner, or wearing my hoodie because “it smells like comfort.” My dad doesn’t see her. Not really. But I do. And that’s the problem. Now I’m stuck in a house full of tension, sarcasm, and slow-burn chaos. She’s married to my father. I’m supposed to be focusing on my future. But somehow, I’m falling for the one woman I absolutely, definitely, 100% should not be falling for. Oops.

“My dad just married the Queen of Hell… and now she’s cooking me breakfast in a bathrobe.” Kazuki Sakamoto was your average awkward university student—until his father remarried a stunning woman from a mysterious dating site. Now, he’s living with Lilith: a dangerously seductive, battle-hardened demon queen trying (and failing) to blend into modern Japanese suburbia. She torches toasters for fun. Summons eyeball familiars to spy on him at school. Wears his dad’s shirts like she owns the place (because she kinda does). And worst of all? She’s disturbingly good at playing the “loving stepmom” role… with a wink that says she knows exactly what she’s doing. Caught between sanity, seduction, and spontaneous hellfire, Kazuki must survive: • A stepmother who flirts like a villainess with a mission • A house full of demonic chaos • And the terrifying possibility that he’s starting to like it ⸻ A romantic comedy harem full of magic, mischief, misunderstandings—and one very dangerous MILF. If you like seductive demon queens, chaotic slice-of-life, and nonstop supernatural comedy, this is your next obsession.

When she joins college, she doesn’t plan to start a war. She’s bold. Beautiful. Built like sin in soft skin. She’s not trying to steal hearts — She just walks in, and boys forget how to breathe. Him? The untouchable. Pervert in a black shirt. Flirty. Unapologetic. Always surrounded by his wolfpack — Zain,Alzan and Aayan He doesn’t fall. He makes girls fall.

“All I had was a dream—to play like Messi. At ten years old, I didn’t know how hard life could hit… or how powerful a dream could be.” Follow the inspiring journey of a young boy from Nigeria who joins a local football academy at the age of ten, carrying nothing but a ball and an unshakable dream to become a global legend. From intense training sessions and village tournaments to his first heartbreak, family struggles, unexpected success, and the weight of fame, Chasing Greatness is a story of grit, love, ambition, and sacrifice. This isn’t just about football—it’s about the life behind the jersey. About chasing something so big, it changes not just your world… but everyone around you.

Kai has crossed over into a new world! Now reborn as a Chinese wonderkid with dual nationality, his career starts with a bang—banned by the national team for refusing to play along with the corrupt system and punching out the U-20 team coach! Returning to Spain, he’s heartlessly dumped and humiliated by Barcelona. Just when everything seems darkest… The system activates! “God’s Eye View” unlocked! Maxed-out vision. Perfect passing. The Midfield Maestro module at its peak. And a library of legendary player templates ready to be unlocked. From that moment, Kai rises to become the greatest midfielder the football world has ever seen! Zidane can only bow his head. Pirlo admits defeat. Even Xavi says, “If Kai exists, why was I ever born?” Kai storms through European football like a force of nature—wherever he goes, no grass grows. Golden Boy, Ballon d’Or, Assist King, Golden Boot, the Euros, the World Cup… He’s coming for them all. Messi: “If Kai comes back to Barça, I’ll gladly hand over the No.10 jersey.” Cristiano Ronaldo: “In front of Kai, I’ll always be Little Ronaldo.” Mourinho: “There’s no doubt—Kai is the greatest No.10 of all time. Messi? He’s not even in the same league.” Barcelona: “We were blind… Kai, please forgive us…” ~~~---------------------- Patreon Advance Chapters: patreon.com/dreamer20

A new book is out: [Awesome Uncle: Sweet Wife, Be Pampered]. Luo Qingli thought her sudden-marriage husband was just a lawyer, only to find out he had multiple identities later on-scion of a wealthy family, mysterious CEO... In Luo Qingli's eyes, Gu Yuying is nothing but a refined rascal, inappropriately restrained and shrouded in a shadow of mystery—a wolf in sheep's clothing. Moreover, he is a lustful... wolf. "Uncle, let's get a divorce! You always leave me guessing. I don't feel secure." Luo Qingli turns around only to see Gu Yuying is unbuttoning his shirt. She exclaims, "Why are you taking off your clothes? And so... thoroughly..." Gu Yuying gives an evil smile, "Didn't you say you can't see through me, can't touch me? No worries, take a good look, touch freely... until you finally understand." Gu Yuying says: There's a poison in this world named Luo Qingli. Once you fall in love, you're addicted; once you start spoiling, it's impossible to stop. Luo Qingli says: Never, ever negotiate a divorce with a lawyer, or you’ll lose everything, not even leaving a trace behind.

Suddenly exposed on all the top news websites and social media platforms globally, 'Return Order's Notes' leads to a revolutionary virtual reality game. Game Name: 'Dark Sand' Game Type: Oriental fantasy historical theme, featuring a certain degree of soulslike difficulty and roguelike gameplay in a role-playing game. Requirements for recruiting beta players: Good mindset, quick reactions, strong stress resilience, a certain amount of historical knowledge, excellent physical condition. The most crucial requirement: superb acting skills, preferably at an Oscar-winner level! Special Reward: Among the beta players, the one with the most excellent simulated completion performance can undergo the ultimate trial and, after a perfect recording, have it presented to the public in film form, fulfilling your dream of becoming an Oscar winner! Players are complaining, they have never seen a game with such high entry barriers! What they don't know is that their every action in the game will truly affect both history and reality.

The backstage manipulator of the Immortal Cultivation World, the sole law in the real world! After transmigrating to the Immortal Cultivation World, Su Ping diligently cultivated for twenty years. Trapped by his mediocre talent and seeing no hope for Foundation Establishment, he decided to lay low and become a wealthy layabout. Fortunately, he activated the Fishing Man game system. Not only could he obtain unscientific and non-immortal cultivation game props, and magical fish species through the fishing game, but also Pot Cave Heavens. He could even exchange his fish catches for Town Return Talismans, allowing Su Ping to return to Water Blue Star. Thus, the Immortal Cultivation World henceforth had a self-proclaimed Fishing Man as the backstage manipulator. And Water Blue Star gained a backstage boss who followed no rules but his own!

Being re-birthed as a cell, Han Dong utilized the power of the Prison code and came into a parallel world where the Ancient Ones have awakened. A steam powered civilization, horrifying subspaces, the Ancient King of the Eternal Night and strange monsters lurking outside the city. The door of Destiny has been opened - Crusaders, Library, Control, Machinery and Mysticism would become the new growth system for human development. The hymn of Humanity is the song of courage! The brave and dauntless Knights Regiments, riding into the world ruled by the Ancient King to seize back the freedom that belongs to mankind.

She was supposed to open up about her trauma–not unbutton his shirt.

[Ding!! Business Empire System Activated] After his business tycoon dad passed away, Kim Suho inherited 1 million dollars as the fifth son, but before he could use it, it was taken by the system. " I have to use the whole amount in a legal business to get double the amount? That's so easy." Kim Suho was elated to see the system giving him the easiest task ever. He would receive double the money if he used the entire amount in a legal business within just one week. Confident in his plan Kim Suho bought a struggling T-shirt making factory. What he didn't expect was that there were people in the company who had the potential to make it great again from scratch. As he sees the companies under him becoming the world's number one Business Empire, he finds himself regarded as the country's foremost philanthropist and greatest entrepreneur ever, leading environmentalist, permanent president of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, A legendary business tycoon and industry-recognized "greatest boss ever" "Damn, I Don’t Want to Build a Business Empire," Kim Suho said sadly.

He’s the gym’s water boy—stuck mopping floors while the team laughs. Until a system blasts into his mind: [Omnipotent Superstar System bound. LeBron James Template (7% Compatibility)] “One lucky steal won’t make you a player.” Li Tao sneers. But 10 minutes on court, 7 points, 3 rebounds, and a buzzer-beater later… The #23 jersey lands in his hands. U19 World Championship trials? Check. Facing 6’8” Davis, who mocks, “Go back to math class”? Lin Mo swipes the ball, crosses him up, and drains the winner. “Maybe study your film next time.” System pings: [Clutch Shooting unlocked. Global rank: #52,109 → rising] From mopping sweat to dominating ESPN highlights. From 4000-word rookie to LeBron’s text: “Impressive.” This water boy’s system doesn’t just hand out contracts—it hands out legends. “12 spots on the national team? I’m taking #1.” The court’s his now. Bet against him at your own risk.

Bound by fate. Forged by chaos. Ascending through fire and steel. When Lu Changsheng awakens in a brutal, lawless world teeming with demons, bandits, and decaying empires, he has nothing—no family, no allies, no past. But fate grants him one mysterious advantage: a powerful game modifier from his previous life and a bizarre spiritual bond with a mythical pangolin beast. In a land where the strong devour the weak, Lu cultivates his body through the ancient Iron Shirt technique, becoming impervious to blades, claws, and the dark arts of demonic cultivators. While others avoid the forbidden forests and cursed mountains, Lu sees opportunity. With the modifier unlocking secret skills and power-ups no one else possesses, the world becomes his training ground. Enemies rise. Factions clash. Ancient sects reawaken. But none can stop the martial saint who walks alone—with an unbreakable body, a beast by his side, and a fire in his heart that even the heavens must bow to. Step into a tale of cultivation, survival, and unstoppable ascension. The earth shakes beneath the Iron Shirt.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and narcissistic——- Cut! Cut! Cut! Take two, and do it over. Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and wisest immortal in the realm of peace and harmony. Her two fathers doted on her, and she had a generous supply of resources and pills. Her life was perfect. However, her perfect life came to an abrupt end when Luo Huian, an immortal whose responsibility was to bring peace to those who had reached their ends and had run out of faith—— Watched a man jump down a building. Because of her inflexible beliefs and sense of justice, she did not save the bully. Unfortunately, that man was the son of the heavens. The loss of his life brought infinite trouble in Luo Huian’s life and she was punished by the heavens. She was sent to the world of humans where she had to rescue at least five hundred people by saving their lives when they were at the end of their wits. For an immortal this was an easy job, right? Wrong. Her grandmother sent Luo Huian to a world where Gloom Rocks had wrecked chaos. Beasts and monsters were given birth to by the Gloom Rocks that sucked every ounce of happiness from humans. This world was dominated by hunters who could kill the beasts with the powers that they had awakened. And in this cutthroat world, Luo Huian got the short end of the stick. She woke up in the body of an F-class hunter! Dang it. If that wasn’t worse enough, the previous owner had confessed to her cousin-in-law and was kicked out of the family. Double frog in the hot crock. With not a single penny in her pocket Luo Huian goes out to complete her mission. But what would happen when Luo Huian who was an F-class hunter annihilated the Z-class Glooms and Hollows that even the S-class hunters could not? Watch her fend against the dangers and at the same time save the lives of people. But in this small mission, there is a small obstruction —— The three alluring temptations. *********** Resisting the temptation take 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian pushed against the mer who had pushed her down on the bed while sitting on her waist. “Get off.” “I can’t,” answered Qi Yongrui as he took off his shirt. “Daddy Shun said that he is envious of Uncle Wang. He also wants to hold a grandchild. So, wife let's work hard tonight alright?” Luo Huian: Dear Heavens save me, I am a woman of no desire! **** Resisting the temptation take 2: “Do you think he is good looking?” Fan Meilin questioned the woman who stood next to him. Even though he was the one who won the race and the trophy, his wife was looking at the other mer. “Well yes,” Luo Huian, who was an appreciator of beauty, agreed at once. “Why are you asking this though?” Fan Meilin’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her and leaned in closer to her body as he whispered in her ear, “He might be good looking but I am a better driver. Not only on the track but also in bed, do you want to try darling?” Luo Huian: Resist the temptation! At all costs! I am an iron-hearted woman. ***** Resisting the temptation take 3: “Is this necessary?” Luo Huian questioned as she sat on the couch, watching the mer trace his fingers on her curves while she sat in nothing but modern swimwear. The mer nodded as he wrote on his small notepad, “I need to trace every inch of your skin to create my finest creation, so don’t move.” After he finished writing, he handed the notepad to Luo Huian, his fingers brushing against the curve of her bosom, waist and ——— Luo Huian: My virtue is at extreme risk! ** Fl who is trying to do everything to save her virtue from being taken as it would slow down her cultivation X Mls who are trying their best to snatch it from her. *********** Trigger warning: though the book is set in a comedic setting, there might be some uneasy topics that would discuss depression and loneliness. ***********

"Chu Zhaoyang, what are you doing unbuttoning?" Gu Nian stepped back. Chu Zhaoyang unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, "Sleep." "But it's daytime now, hey... weren't you going to sleep? Let me go first..." To outsiders, everyone thought that Master Chu was cold and face-paralyzed as if he didn't have any expression, but they didn't know that he was kidnapped when he was young and had nightmares every night. It wasn't until he met Gu Nian, that he suddenly felt that sleeping was quite enjoyable... He knew that there was someone living in her heart, and even if that person would never come back, all he had to do was to drive that person away and change the tenant in her heart. However, the person who should have been dead came back..... He said pitifully, "Gu Nian, I seem to be homeless." But Gu Nian pointed at his heart: "When you moved in, I signed a lifetime residence agreement with you." He laughed. .................................................... Hi guys, This time I'll try to translate one of my favorite novel that I've been a fan of. Since I can't find the novel in Webnovel, I thought about giving it a try to translate it. And, I would love to let you all enjoy this novel. Plus, if you know that this series is from the seven gentleman series. You may know that this novel is the third book before the story of Han Zuoli, The Long-awaited Mr Han

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.”

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

He never knew. She saw him every morning on the bus—same bag, same shirt, same silence. She never spoke. He never looked back. But her heart loved him completely. This is the story of a girl who loved quietly, waited silently, and finally let go... when fate brought him back one last time. Inspired by a real memory. A love story with no words, only feelings.

Thomas, who was reborn in Britain by accident, ruled an entire mafia family at a young age until the arrival of the admission letter. The throne was in Slytherin, and the Blacks were always on top! The gears of fate began to turn. Gradually, the entire Hogwarts, along with the magical world, became strange. Until several years later, this powerful evil force spread to every corner of the magical world, and a "godfather" standing at the top of the magical world emerged.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] You have been invited to participate in a scavenger hunt Beginning three days from now in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Enclosed you will find a plane ticket and five hundred dollars. When you land at the airport, a limousine will be waiting for you. If you choose not to honor this invitation, Someone will be by to retrieve it, intact as you received it.

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

Omegas are maltreated by the society. A taboo to the elite world. So when Zara, a born-and-raised Omega discovers she was the Alpha King's mate she hid it from anyone to protect her dignity. What happened when the Alpha King held her captive? **** "Mine." His voice resonated in the silent night. Deep, raspy, and authoritative. He was more sexier than the maids or the magazine described him as. But she didn't need to think of how handsome he was or how his muscles were restrained in the tight shirt he wore. She was supposed to run for her life, yet she stayed glued in place admiring the Greek God. She was his, there was no denying it now.

Luana Flores is twenty, loud, and just a little too alive for her own good. She swears too much, laughs at her own jokes, and always shows up late - barefoot, hair a mess, beer in hand. Island life is sweet and predictable: work at the beach café, talk trash with Louise, dodge her grandma's prayers, and maybe flirt with fate just a little. And then he walks in. Not tall. Not flashy. Just him - black shirt, khaki shorts, slippers that have seen better days, and eyes that fold into half-moons when he laughs. The kind of boy who’s quiet but kind, who loves bitter coffee and always notices the small things - like when her hands shake, or when her smile doesn’t reach all the way. Luana doesn’t mean to fall. She really doesn’t. But when it starts to feel like flying, how do you stop? So she keeps the flutter in her chest a secret. Tells no one. Not even him. Because love feels a lot like freedom. But what if her heart’s already too tired to keep up?

"I DO" → "I DIE." Hours after marrying her longtime crush—icy CEO Nathan Jang—heiress Vanessa Belmont is stabbed, kidnapped, and left to bleed out in a wrecked car. The final insult? Watching Nathan rescue his precious childhood sweetheart (*cough* Vanessa’s killer *cough*) instead of his actual wife. So yeah. Worst. Wedding. Night. EVER. FATE REWINDS Reborn six months before her murder, Vanessa upgrades her life with new rules: * Ditch the doormat era. (Badass mode: activated.) * Live for herself. (And okay, fine—revenge.) * Avoid Nathan like he’s the reason she died. (Oh, wait…) TOO BAD NATHAN 2.0 IS OBSESSED Now he’s everywhere—lingering touches, midnight texts, and panty-melting kisses. Not to mention his hungry gaze—like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and he's starving. VANESSA'S SECOND CHANCE PLAN 1. Don’t die. (Again.) 2. Don’t fall for Nathan. (Too late.) 3. Eat more carbs. (Donuts!) As for Nathan? She’ll forgive him when hell freezes over. Or when he takes off his shirt. Whichever comes first.

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.