Tum Hue Meherbaan

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY Julian, the son of Duke Alden and the grandson of Grand Duke Augustus stood Infront of the crystalline ball that emanated mana. The crystal absorbed his mana and started glowing with purplish hue, with a sparks of lightning. "Yes, I have unlocked Lightning Affinity," Julian said, a spark of excitement lighting up his blue eyes. Suddenly, the ball began absorbing too much mana, Julian's eyes widened in horror as the energy swirled out of control, crackling with an intensity that was and terrifying. Just as he realized the danger, the ball erupted in a blinding flash, a shockwave of power surging outward. Julian wasn't hurt, but he felt a strange sensation as a dark mist swirled in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a strange entity, a shadowy figure, slip into his forehead. Then, Julian heard an unfamiliar sound echo in his head: “WELCOME TO THE MILF SYSTEM.” Connecting....Success Initializing.......Success “FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.” , The voice said Curiosity piqued, Julian quickly asked, "Can you tell me more about the MILF SYSTEM?" The voice continued, "Sure, The MILF SYSTEM will help you reach unimaginable power as a mage. You will need to complete the tasks assigned to you and earn points." ********************* MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHART Handjob - 10 Points Blowjob - 20 Points Sex - 75 Points Creampie - 100 Points Threesome - 200 Points Spank - 15 Points Anal - 150 Points ********************* Julian grinned, excitement bubbling up inside him. “Well, if that’s what I should do to be stronger, I guess we don’t have any other choice,” he declared, determination shining in his blue eyes ************** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Incest] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some smut scene may contain: [Spitting] [Slapping] [BDSM] [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.

After losing his fiancée in a tragic accident, architect Ethan Calder retreats to the quiet mountain town of Maplewood, seeking solace and a fresh start. There, he meets Lila Winslow, a spirited artist whose bright smile masks her own heartbreak from a past betrayal. Drawn together by a shared sense of loss, they form an unexpected connection that challenges them to confront their fears and rediscover hope. As the golden hues of autumn surround them, Ethan and Lila learn that love isn’t about forgetting the past but finding the courage to embrace the future. *Through the Autumn Mist* is a poignant story of healing, resilience, and the transformative power of love.

It was just a normal night but it was unknown to many that a disastrous event was underway. The night sky bursts into a crimson-gold hue, illuminating the landscape as a planet-altering extraterrestrial meteor collides with the Evermoon World bringing destruction in its wake. This cosmic event completely changed the planet as a wave of primal force swept through Evermoon. Animals turned into terrifying beasts, some plants gained self-awareness, and the humans who managed to withstand the wave of primal force awakened the ability to acquire strength by defeating powerful enemies. And those who did not turned into man-eating mutants and zombies. The entire planet entered a new era where the old laws fell. The only law was the law of the jungle where the strongest devoured the weakest. Damien Quinn, an apparently normal college student and an orphan is unceremoniously exposed to such a cold and heartless new world, he is faced with a choice: Find a deep dark hole and hope it goes back to "normal"? Or overcome all obstacles and struggle towards evolution! Initially only hoping to get his friends and escape to a refugee camp, our protagonist sets out, inadvertently building a team along the way. After a series of fortuitous events and a few serious hunches our hero decides it's time to do more than just survive! However, it seemed that Evermoon also had its hidden side that humans would discover in a very uncanny way. And was evolution the last of it?

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

The future… is not a gift. It’s a reclamation.” The last thing he remembered was the explosion—a brilliant flash of light, followed by the sound of his own heartbeat slowing to silence. Dr. Elias Varen, once the world’s leading scientist, had gambled everything in his final experiment: a device that could bridge time and consciousness. Yet, as his world went dark, a singular thought burned into his mind: “I failed.” Elias awoke to a strange hum in the air, a sensation both foreign and oddly familiar. His body felt different—lighter, more responsive. He blinked, his vision greeted by a sky teeming with floating vehicles and towering structures glowing with neon lights. The city stretched endlessly, its streets alive with automated machines and holographic projections. “Welcome to Neo-Elyria,” a calm, artificial voice intoned. Elias sat up, his hand brushing against a sleek metallic surface. He looked down and froze. His body… wasn’t his. The reflection in a nearby glass panel revealed a younger man with sharp features, short-cropped black hair, and eyes that shimmered faintly with a golden hue. “Impossible…” he whispered, his voice smoother than he remembered. The voice returned, emotionless yet insistent. “Your biometric data indicates cognitive instability. Would you like assistance, Citizen Varen?” The name jolted him. “Varen…” His lips curled into a bitter smile. “So they kept it.” Memory fragments flooded back—centuries had passed since his death. His experiment had worked, but at what cost? His consciousness had been preserved, reborn in a world that had moved far beyond anything he’d imagined. Yet, he knew one truth: his genius would no longer be a relic of the past. It would be the foundation of this new era.

#completed!!! As Sophia lay beneath Ragnar, she watched in awe as a primal energy surged through him. Ragnar's body trembled, his muscles tensing and freezing in place, as the runes coursing through him glowed with an intense crimson hue. It was as if a vibrant river of power flowed within him, originating from his heart and branching out to every inch of his being. His nails elongated and sharpened, while his canines protruded from his pristine row of teeth, revealing his primal nature. Ragnar's body quivered as the remnants of the ancient entity receded. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a mix of relief and anguish. "Ragnar...," Sophia's voice trembled as she called out Ragnar's name. Ragnar startled, slowly opening his eyes. His irises slitted, elongating like those of a reptile. The orbs mirrored Ymat's, an exact reflection of his dragon's eyes. Sophia's jaw dropped in astonishment. So, this was the birth defect he had concealed all this time. ~~~ #completed #war #kingdombuilding #loveaftermarriage #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #princess #diplomacy #heartwarming “All is fair in love and war” Prince Ragnar Clementine, suddenly appointed Lady Sophia Mary, the leader of mystical healer clan, to be his war prize after protecting Cescil Kingdom. However, Sophia had already been married to her husband of three years, Sir Arthur George, though they had yet to have a child. Yet, deep within Sophia's core, a hunger for Ragnar grew, a hunger that consumed her body and soul. In a world where duty and passion collide, will they succumb to the depths of their hunger or find the way to resist? ~~~ WARNING: - THE COVER BOOK IS COMMISSIONED - READ THE HASHTAG!!! - Slow burn type love story - Not smut centered story! - Mature contents and R18+ explicit in later chapters, approximately chapter 60 above. - I give warning at the beginning of chapters! ~ ~ ~ other works: - Sequel: Undressed by the half beast King #completed - Wolfdale: Blood of The Moon - Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves - The Man of My Bitterest Lesson #completed

Characters: Rohan - Ek school student jo social media par kaafi active hai aur followers aur likes ko bahut seriously leta hai. Neha - Rohan ki classmate aur dost, jo responsible tareeke se social media use karti hai. Mr. Verma - School ke teacher, jo students ko social media ke risks ke baare mein samjhate hain. Scene 1: Rohan aur Social Media Ka Nasha Panel 1: Rohan apne phone par social media par scroll kar raha hai aur apne profile par like aur comments ka check kar raha hai. Text: "Wow! 100 likes! Lekin Neha ke 200 hain... kya karoon ki mere bhi aur followers badhein?" Panel 2: Rohan selfie lekar aur edit karke flashy captions ke sath post karte hue dikhaya jata hai. Text: "Shayad kuch aur cool post karne se mere likes badh jayenge!" Scene 2: Fake Fame Ka Pressure Panel 3: Rohan ek expensive sneakers kharid leta hai, sirf apne followers ko impress karne ke liye, lekin andar se nervous aur stressed lagta hai. Text: "In sab mein paise bhi kaafi lag rahe hain... par agar likes badh gaye toh worth it hoga!" Panel 4: Neha Rohan ko samjhati hai ki likes aur followers ke piche bhagna zaroori nahi hai, asli dosti aur self-worth in cheezon par depend nahi karti. Text (Neha): "Rohan, yeh sirf ek screen hai! Real life mein jo hum hain wahi sabse important hai." Scene 3: Galat Post Ka Nateeja Panel 5: Rohan bina soch-samajh ke ek party ki photo daal deta hai jisme kuch students ki consent ke bina unki embarrassing photos bhi dikhayi deti hain. Text: "Sabko show-off karna chahiye! Yeh toh ek mast post hai." Panel 6: Agle din, Rohan ko complaints milti hain aur kuch log usse naraz hote hain kyunki unke photos bina unki ijazat ke daale gaye the. Text: "Yaar, maine toh socha hi nahi ki isse unhe problem hogi..." Scene 4: Realization aur Apne Aap Ko Improve Karna Panel 7: Mr. Verma Rohan aur class ko social media ke responsible use ke baare mein samjhate hain aur batate hain ki likes aur comments se humari asli value nahi banti. Text (Mr. Verma): "Social media pe hamare actions ka asar dusre logon par bhi padta hai. Zaroori hai ki hum uska sahi istemal karen." Panel 8: Rohan apni posts ko delete karta hai, privacy aur responsible use ke baare mein seekhta hai, aur apni asli life par dhyan dena shuru karta hai. Text: "Mujhe ab samajh aaya ki real life mein khush rehna aur dusron ki respect karna sabse zaroori hai." Scene 5: New Beginning Panel 9: Rohan aur Neha real-life activities mein time spend karte hain, jaise sports aur reading, aur Rohan aakhir mein social media ka responsible use karne lagta hai. Text: "Ab main social media ko life ka ek hissa samajh kar use karunga, aur apne asli doston aur hobbies par focus karunga."

Lucifer: What a beautiful and peaceful world.  System 4858: Miserable.  Lucifer: People here are nice too.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable.  Lucifer paused, raising an eyebrow at the system’s unrelenting negativity.  Lucifer: Hmm?  System 4858: Yes! Yes, it’s beautiful and peaceful here. ‘But now... now that the great villain is here... who knows how long this peace will last? Miserable, too miserable.’  Lucifer smirked, his pale blue eyes glinting with amusement. His presence was overpowering, his aura so dense that the very air seemed to tremble under its weight. The world around him was serene, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, and the soft glow of the evening sun cast a golden hue over the landscape. It was a world that had yet to know chaos. A world yet to be touched by his unpredictable hand.  He stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the quiet town below. The people looked so small, so fragile. Innocent, even. His gaze softened, but only for a moment, before that playful smirk returned. Lucifer did things as he pleased. He was neither bound by rules nor constrained by morality. Good? Evil? Such distinctions were laughable to him. his actions were dictated by whim and mood. He could be their saviour or their destroyer. It all depended on how the next moment struck him.  But who was he? And why did his very presence distort reality? How had he come to possess such unimaginable power?  System 4858, however, was not in the mood for philosophical musings. System 4858: Wait, what? It blinked, a metallic chime of confusion ringing through the air. Why did the modern world just turn into a fantasy setting? The tyrant hasn’t even started anything yet!  The system frantically checked the world’s data, only to find its structure bending and shifting in ways it couldn’t comprehend.  The once-modern cityscape was slowly morphing into something out of a fantasy, mythical beasts stirring in the shadows. It turned to look at its host.  Lucifer stood there, watching the transformation with an eerie smile. That smile alone sent a cold chill down the system’s core. It immediately spun around, its circuits sparking with panic, and sprinted away as fast as its non-corporeal form could manage.  System 4858: Lord God! Save me from this villain! But unknown to the terrified system, even the Lord God himself would be powerless to intervene in this matter. System 4858 could only shed metaphorical tears as it watched its host, the unstoppable force of chaos, begin to twist the world in ways that no one could have predicted.  The world’s Lucky sons who were meant to rise and fight back found themselves bowing to Lucifer’s will. He ordered the world’s protagonists around like mere pawns, and wherever he walked, destruction followed in his wake.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable But even the unreasonable Lucifer had someone by his side who always smiled whenever Lucifer did something unpredictable.  One day, System 4858 accidentally saw the man playing with the darkness and was terrified. Soon, it was lying powerless in the man’s hands, staring at his smile System 4858 : Huh?! I knew it! Only a demon can accompany another demon.  The man with the red eyes : Hmm? System 4858: sob, sob. Miserable, too miserable

The first rays of dawn pierced through the dense foliage of the Azure Mountains, illuminating the verdant landscape in a soft, golden hue. High atop one of the mountain's peaks, a figure lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious and battered. As the sunlight caressed his face, his eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of piercing blue irises.

**The Cliché: Rags to Riches** In a world where power is the ultimate currency, Alan, a clever young man with some formal education but few prospects, is thrust into a dangerous game of ambition and survival. When a mysterious old woman pushes him toward an unexpected opportunity, Alan finds himself working for John Hues, a ruthless and calculating business tycoon. But this sudden rise isn’t a stroke of luck—it’s part of a twisted plan. As Alan ascends the ranks of John's empire, he uncovers dark secrets about the Hues and Williams families, the very people tied to his tragic past. Fueled by revenge, Alan quietly plots to dismantle everything John holds dear, while navigating a world of corporate power plays, manipulation, and betrayal. Can Alan outsmart a man who thrives on control, or will he become just another pawn in a high-stakes game where trust is a luxury and deception reigns? *The Cliché: Rags to Riches* is a gripping tale of ambition, manipulation, and the cost of revenge, where every move could tip the balance of power.

the story is on 4 friends reunion and letter comes from a unknown person to them

Betwixt virtue and vice, the line is but a thread, where madness oft doth walk in shadows cast by reason. ========== -I won! I closed my eyes and held on to the small victory that I had. My vision blurred, and strength seeped out from my body. Slowly, but surely life seemed to ebb out, leaving me motionless. Suddenly I felt a golden light shimmering from outside. I tried opening my eyes, the hue seemed to sense this becoming even brighter. A warmth surrounded my whole body and took me in its soothing embrace. I felt at peace, a feeling that I never experienced. Suddenly this feeling disappeared. -Ding! Who is ringing the bell in this place? Lethargically, I opened my eyes to scan my surroundings, only to find myself unfamiliar surroundings. I moved my eyes throughout the room, and soon a mirror gained my attention, behind it was a young man, with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. -Ding! A screen appeared in front of me. Confusion filled my mind with endless questions. It turned out, that I was transmigrated in the novel "Legends of Thaloria " not as the main character, neither a side-character nor as an over-bearing villain but as an Extra that is not even mentioned in it. -Argh!! Fate being a wretched b***h, played against me. But hey with my knowledge of novel, I can have an easy life right??.... Until I remembered the ending of the novel The world is destined for Doom!!.... Soon I came to realize that the novel and the world I had transmigrated to were not be similar as I thought. ========== *Disclaimer: Message to Passengers(Readers) to please place their seatbelts because our journey will face various cliffhanger storms, Rain of Emotions, and Scorching hardships. The safety of the readers cannot be guaranteed coz you are in for a ride Yours Trusted, Withered. =========== #Warning : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. [The cover BG is taken from Pinterest and I do not own it. So if you find similar somewhere, don't t sue me]

The cold air felt heavier every day, as if the earth itself was breathing its last. High above, the skies bore witness to a familiar sun and three red suns, an anomaly that had changed everything. What had once been a peaceful life, among fields and mountains, had transformed into something much more somber. The world as Alex knew it no longer existed. From the farm, surrounded by mountains and covering acres of fertile land, everything seemed to remain the same on the surface. The fences were still standing, the crops still growing, and the animals continued with their daily routine. But Alex knew the truth was different. The world outside, the cities, the towns, even the nearby forests, were no longer what they used to be. The change had begun slowly, almost imperceptibly, until one day, the skies took on an unusual red hue. The temperature began to drop and with it, came the first signs that something much more serious was happening. The animals near the farm, once peaceful and part of the natural cycle of country life, began to mutate. Squirrels, rats, and even smaller creatures, now larger, fiercer, and more numerous, approached the perimeter more and more frequently. Total chaos had not yet arrived. Not on the farm, at least. But in the cities, rumors spoke of disorder, looting, and growing fear. The newscasts no longer offered clear answers, and uncertainty had become the only certainty. Alex, watching the fields from the main house, knew that his home, his refuge, was one of the few places that still offered safety. But even safety had a limit. The cold was getting more intense, and resources would not last forever. Time was running out, and although he did not want to admit it, he knew that he could not survive alone for much longer. Sooner or later, he would have to seek allies, friends, or even his own family. He had built what he could to protect himself, but the world was changing too quickly. The days of simple farm life were over. Now, the struggle to survive in a world he no longer recognized had only just begun.

"Did you think that I would just let you off the hook for hiding my son all these years?" His voice was cold and low, and a sinister darkness danced in the depths of his amber eyes. The presence of a smile on his lips only made him appear more dangerous. Insanely dangerous. The fading sun outside cast dark hues across the sky, which stood in stark contrast to the bright golden orbs of the man. "Do I look like someone forgiving? I suppose not." What was he planning? She could tell. He had wicked plans all over his head. "Don't fret," his voice softened with a cruel sense of delight. "I have no intention of killing you. Death is a lame way of paying what you owe. I prefer something more interesting than that." She was powerless against this devious man, Sienna knew that. He was right. She was here in his territory, unguarded and vulnerable. She had no one to lean on but herself, so she couldn't afford to react hastily. Her son needed her by his side, and she wouldn't let this man tear them apart. She had to stay in this place no matter what. She didn't care what plan this devil had stored for her, but she was willing to pay whatever the price was as long as she could watch over his son. He could enslave her for all she cared. - Escaping her life, Sienna ran away and raised her son on her own. But after six years of hiding, the devil came at her doorstep with one objective: to take his heir. A woman chained by her flaw, that is who Sienna Roselei is. Used as a pawn in her family's schemes, she falls into the mischievous hands of a man whose eyes glow with wickedness beyond what she can comprehend. She runs away and disappears for the next six years, only to fall into his hands again. But this time she is no longer alone. She is with her son. [Warning: Mature Content. No Rape]

A story that is based on the wildest fantasy of mine which I wish would have been partially true somehow... To my Tsuki ***** She was the utopia of my imagination like a sculpture sculpted from the Greek era by the divine god himself, and I couldn't help but touch her delicate palm like a boom of rose and still desire more but what a shame! That it was our natural destiny to be born with the same doctrine that taught us to love a man who was destined to be yours, not another woman wishing to fill his blank space, Or did the god make a mistake? Of making us both women? When we desire otherwise for each other's sake?!

The bright red light of the flames swallowed her vision but soon that red light transformed into a blue hue and she was dragged into that light. ‘What’s happening?’ It was too bright and she was forced to close her eyes, she was blinded — even though she was already dead. After being pulled into the light she began to feel annoyed as her skin was irritated by some kind of rough sand. By the time she opened her eyes. She could see the full view of the sky. It was blue and there were clouds scattered about. ‘Ugh, is this Hell?’ She stated as she rubbed her head with her fluffy and furry ‘hand’. ‘Furry?’ She looked at her ‘hands’ and her mouth opened wide. Her hands had become soft and fluffy paws of a white-furred beast with purple spots. ‘What the hell?’ She touched her face with her paws and confirmed that it too did not belong to a human. Below, she felt something was moving, she can tell as if it was another limb connected to her. ‘Don’t tell me!’ Turning her head around, she found a seven-inch tail sticking out behind. ‘Phew!’ She felt relieved that it wasn’t what she thought it was. “These soft and paws, this cuddly fluffy hair, this cute tail — ah shit, did I become a beast after my death or have I been dreaming of being human as a beast all this time? If it is the latter that is one long and realistic dream.” === [It’s the former, stupid bitch.] === Said a woman’s voice from in her head. === As always thank you for reading, also the image in the cover is not mine, I found it on Pinterest and thought it was cool and suitable. All credits got to the illustrator. Also, this is a new type of story that I have not read about yet. Basically I am writing an evolution novel without prior knowledge so I don't really know what is considered cliche in this genre. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

In a world where darkness and light intertwine in an eternal dance, the moon is not just a night beacon, but a cosmic enigma that dominates the skies. Its familiar face shines on one half of the world, bathing it in the silver light of hope. Yet, in the other half, a dark face looms on the horizon, hidden behind a veil of mystery and fear. The darkness emanating from this other lunar face has plunged part of the world into perpetual night. Under its influence, reality is distorted, and natural laws are twisted, giving rise to mutations and creating a breeding ground for monsters and demons. In this dark realm, a young boy named Adrik has grown up in the shadows, struggling to survive in a hostile and chaotic world. Raised in the ruins of an abandoned city, he has learned to master the darkness surrounding him thanks to an unusual and abnormal ability called The Golden Light. This gift allows him to transform his eyes to a golden hue, enabling him to navigate and see clearly even in the pitch-black darkness. One fateful day, a mysterious girl arrives in the forsaken city, seeking Adrik. The unsettling thing is, she knows everything about him, which disturbs Adrik deeply. But her revelation will shatter Adrik’s understanding of his world and himself, setting him on a path that will change his life forever. Prepare to be captivated by a tale of survival, mystery, and dark enchantment in The Shadow Moon. Dive into a world where the boundary between light and dark is not just a metaphor, but a stark reality, and where the fate of humanity hinges on the courage of a young boy. Join Adrik on his journey through the shadows, where every step is fraught with danger, and every revelation is a step closer to the ultimate truth.

In the land of Darkhaven, where the sun dips into the horizon and paints the sky with hues of crimson and gold, the balance of power is about to be disrupted. Kae, a young warrior with unyielding determination and a sword arm strong enough to shatter steel, finds himself at the center of a brewing storm. With the guidance of Lyra, a mysterious and enigmatic woman wielding a delicate dagger and harboring secrets of her own, Kae embarks on a perilous quest to unravel the mysteries of Darkhaven's ancient past. Their journey takes them through treacherous landscapes and into the heart of a dark, ominous forest, where twisted trees whisper secrets to the wind. As they delve deeper, they're pursued by the enigmatic Red Warrior, a masked figure shrouded in mystery and driven by motives unknown. The fate of Darkhaven hangs in the balance, and Kae must confront the shadows of his own past and the darkness that threatens to consume the land. Will Kae and Lyra be able to uncover the secrets of Darkhaven's ancient ones, or will the shadows consume them all?

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What are norms? What are boundaries for? Is there a line between friendship with many forms? And if it wasn't meant to be crossed, what is it for? Zeanne and Craige's friendship grew from secrets they unintentionally shared, blossoming into a cherished camaraderie tinged with hues of affection. Yet, the past haunts them like a thief in the night, and it's not enough for only one to stand and fight. It's a war with many losing battles, needing to be fought with all or nothing. Can she free herself from the past someday? Can he continue fighting without letting go? For if they fold their cards and never play, The World Will Never Know... *** Join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/NUthMFb6Ae #NeverLettingGo #PinkiePromise *** This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, events, and incidents portrayed in this book are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Struck by tragedy since birth, Kage Tesler emerges from the ruins of a place he called home, bathed in an embracing flame. In this devastation arrives a Hero belonging to the dystopia of the United Western States. Amongst the carnage, the Hero mutilates Kage's sister leaving him in an insanity all of his own. Spurred by this event, Kage embarks on a journey filled with deceit in which he will strive for an unprecedented strength. Yet is there something lurking beneath those murky eyes that shall stain the world in their scarlet hue? Will a world wrought by the awesome might of Evolution, corruption, and a forgotten wrath serve as the furnace to ignite a flame of inspiration or shall it devolve him into the confines of a decrepit madness? Updates Monday through Friday

"I don't care if you sleep with someone else, but my dear Hooligan, remember this, I will be the only one to fulfil your last wish." … "The only world to which I belong is you, is your heart." … Two men, with two different mindsets. But at last, it was her heart that would only beat for one! _____________________________________________________ Excerpt: "Whom do you choose Mr. Mighty President," The leader smirked, looking at the lady under his capture he continued, "Your ex-wife or the country?" Ian looked at the woman who had betrayed him for her own good reasons now denying to look into his eyes. Though he wanted to protect her, he couldn't at the risk of millions of people who unlike her at least trusted him. "Evacuate this place." His hoarse voice echoed in the whole haunted house. Mia looked at the leader of the terrorist group and sneered, "Dude, didn't I clear it when you first attacked me? We are on new slates now and he won't care even if I die! Tch Tch, you should have kidnapped his fiancé!" While the leader just couldn't accept the turn of events as he believed Alex still loved his ex-wife; at least that was what rumors revealed, Ian inched close towards her ignoring the guns that were pointed at him. "I am sorry, I have to leave you behind!" He said holding back the tears that still held warmth, cupping her face he kissed deeply, maybe a goodbye one! And as soon as he left, the leader took out his gun and pointed directly at Mia's head! Bam Bam Bam His rage overpowered the guilt and he needed to end her life according to the contract he had made! ++++ She was a happy-go-lucky lady from the heart but had a 'fierce fox' tag in the outside world. People wanted her to sit back and be a 'lamb' but she showed them her paws and pitied none. But fate played its cards and threw her into a hue of darkness. She was forced to leave the ones she loved and accept her destiny! Will she come back? Even if she did, who would she choose this time? The guy she loved or her childhood friend who loved her the most? --- Note- This book needs heavy editing as I wrote it during my freshman year. Life got busy during high school, so I had to take a very long hiatus. Now that I have returned, I will try to edit them slowly so please bear with it X﹏X

Humanity's willingness to compete involuntarily created a land beyond human reach: Hue. In it, humans, animals, and mythology itself live side by side, and most of these beings are surrounded by the strength on which they founded this place, called Nejireta. But this whole place has only one look, and only one goal, for those who inhabit it: to win the tournament known as Gurētofue

When fear manifests itself, it can be a powerful force. It can be debilitating, can cause paralysis and can lead to dangerous decisions. It is important to remember that fear can be managed, and even used to your advantage. It is a world filled with living plants that have been formed as a result of human mistakes or errors. The world they once knew drove them crazy to exterminate every living plant. As a result, pollen was released into the atmosphere, gifting every woman with appraisal and strengthening abilities. The stronger they become their hair turns into a violet hue - brighter and transparent, capabilities beyond any weapon leading to humanity turning to drastic means. Men were recruited and their wives were locked away in glass filled with liquid-based substances with tubes connected to them, providing oxygen and sleeping-induced chemicals. For the sake of being together and away from war, some couples abandoned their homes. They were hunted down like animals and killed without a chance to explain. As a result of government decrees, civilians fleeing with their female companions can be considered a threat to their survival. Why would anyone stay in this warfare? Where men are mutated to match the strengths of women who have been turned. Women were treated like guinea pigs to be studied. It became dangerous for travellers or tourists. [This series of short stories will lead up to the Birth of New Beginnings]

In the crazy journey of our main protagonist, he finds himself abruptly whisked away into a world where the concept of power reigns supreme. Here, the landscape is painted in stark hues of dominance and submission, where the powerful dictate the fates of the powerless with overwhelming strength. As our main character travles through this unkown land, he comes face to face with the harsh realities of a world where only the strong survive and the weak are left to suffer in the darkness of their own vulnerability. In this world of unforgiving brutality, he must learn to harness the power at his disposal or face the consequences of being devoured by its merciless grasp.

In the years following the Cataclysm, the world had become unrecognizable. The event that tore through the fabric of society, eradicating one-fifth of the global population, had left a scar so profound that the remnants of humanity could only gaze upon the new Earth with awe and horror. The planet expanded, continents drifted and reshaped like pieces of a colossal puzzle thrown asunder, and from the ocean's depths, new lands rose, teeming with unforeseen dangers and mysteries. The Cataclysm had unleashed chaos upon the world. Earthquakes shattered cities, volcanoes blanketed the skies with ash, and tsunamis erased coastlines. In the aftermath, as the dust settled and the earth stilled, the survivors faced a reality where the rules of existence had been rewritten. The exploration of the newly emerged lands by world governments unveiled a truth more terrifying than the destruction itself. The fauna of the planet had evolved, or rather, mutated into beings of immense strength, size, and peculiar abilities that defied the laws of nature. The first teams sent to delve into these uncharted territories met with fates so grim that the tales of their end served as dire warnings to those who dared to follow. Yet, amid this desolation, a glimmer of hope shone through the younger generation, those untouched by the cruel hand of puberty at the time of the Cataclysm. They emerged from the chaos changed, endowed with unique powers and abilities that manifested as they stepped into adolescence. Governments, in their desperation to reclaim some semblance of order and safety, saw in these gifted youths the key to confronting the new perils that now roamed the Earth and lurked within the mysterious dungeons that led to realms unknown. Whether these portals opened to different dimensions or distant planets remained a mystery, a puzzle that the brightest minds endeavored to solve. Among these young prodigies was our protagonist, a late bloomer named Eli. Unlike his peers, Eli had not shown any signs of the extraordinary powers that had become common among the post-Cataclysm generation. This made him the subject of ridicule and isolation, a boy on the fringes of a society that valued strength and supernatural abilities above all else. Eli's days were a monotonous blend of longing and despair, watching from the sidelines as his classmates showcased their abilities with pride and arrogance. The sting of exclusion was a constant companion, a reminder of his inadequacy. Yet, Eli harbored a quiet hope, a belief that his time would come, that he too would awaken to the powers that seemed his birthright. And then, on a day that seemed no different from the rest, fate decided to turn the pages of Eli's life. It was a day that began with the same taunts and jeers, the laughter of his peers echoing in his ears as he made his way through the school corridors. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and red, a strange sensation began to stir within him. It started as a whisper, a faint murmur in the depths of his being, growing in intensity until it was a roar that consumed his every thought. Eli doubled over, clutching at his chest as an indescribable power surged through him, a force so overwhelming that it threatened to tear him apart. The world around him faded to black, and in that moment of terrifying darkness, Eli was reborn. When he awoke, the world had not changed, but he had. Eli stood, a newfound strength coursing through his veins, and with it, a sense of purpose. He was no longer the boy who watched from the shadows, but a beacon of hope in a world that desperately needed it. The journey ahead would be fraught with dangers, but Eli knew that he was no longer facing it alone. His powers, a gift from the Cataclysm, were his to wield in the fight to reclaim their planet and unravel the mysteries of the dungeons that beckoned with promises of untold adventures.

[Mature Content] A humble shop owner struggling to make ends meet in the modern world, storms into a company to demand her money back for a defective vibrator when she meets the arrogant and dangerous boss, Alaric Draconis. In a twisted tale of rags to riches, love and war; something dark lies just beneath the surface, challenging Ari's world as she knows it. There are things out there that prey on humans, hidden councils that keep mortals oblivious to the bloodthirsty beasts that lurk in the shadowed streets of Seattle Washington. In a world of witches, ghosts, succubus', werewolves, and vampires, Ari is the most dangerous piece in the game: a blood doll that strengthens a vampire's ability. The ultimate weapon between warring supernaturals. —————————————————————- Ari used a single hand to dig into her bra, retrieving her cellphone. "I will not grovel like some sinner in church. Are you secretly some kinky priest?" She waved the device at the door guard. The threat was mostly empty. She couldn't really afford to be involved with the authorities and explain why she'd stormed into the building to begin with. The silence grew as she waited with baited breath. Please let this work. Please let this work. She prayed in her mind. "I don't think you understand, Ms. Ari. A man such as myself doesn't aim for success with the idea of only pleasing some of his genuine audience he appeals to. The goal is perfection, and I've had that for ten years until today. I couldn't care less if you were God," He spoke lowly, then said. "If I can't handle a woman with a mouth I shouldn't run a company." Alaric chuckled lowly beneath his breath and rested a fisted hand against his mouth where he bit on each knuckle slowly. This woman surely had an interesting thought process, especially the vocabulary of words she used in a sentence when speaking about him. "A priest?" His naturally almond shaped eyes seemed to almost narrow more than they had, smooth wrinkles scattering at the corner of each eyelid. Another glint of red light flashed onto the surface of those Grey hues from the various city lights flashing through the large floor to ceiling windows. Dark clouds loomed behind him, and when he stepped forward and crossed the room, he'd seemed like he flew down from them; some fallen angel who'd descended from grace. The speed was quick. In one blink he stood in front of her, his hand coiling around her wrist tightly. "I've been many things in my life, but priest isn't one. I've been an angel, helping those in the community stand on their feet. I've been patient, and I've been the devil to those whom I dislike. Being on my bad side isn't where someone would like to stay if they had any sense. Apparently you don't have that. Let me tell you exactly what would've happened had you called the police. They would've come right in here and ignored everything they saw. Why? Because money and fear keeps people's mouths closed." Yanking her lifted arm downward, he forced her onto her knees before him, his gaze glinting in the darkness. "And only an idiot would forget to apologize when they attempted to swindle someone out of their league. If you want a new product, fine. But you won't be getting your money back. Remove your rude comment off my site and all will be forgotten."

"Two Worlds, One Heartbeat" is a heartwarming tale set against the backdrop of picturesque Barcelona. The story follows Enzo, a young American photographer, who ventures to Spain in search of inspiration and adventure. His life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters Sofia, a local musician with a passion for her city’s culture and arts. As their paths intertwine, Enzo and Sofia embark on a journey of discovery. From the narrow, cobbled streets of the Gothic Quarter to the vibrant hues of the Magic Fountain of Montjuïc, each chapter unfolds their deepening relationship. Language barriers and cultural differences initially pose challenges, but they soon learn to communicate in a language beyond words. Through shared experiences, from attending traditional Catalan dances to exploring the artistic legacies of the city, Enzo and Sofia develop a profound connection. Their story is a testament to the universal language of love, art, and empathy. As they navigate the complexities of their budding relationship, they find joy in simple moments and learn about each other’s worlds. Enzo’s perspective on life transforms as he immerses himself in Sofia's world, discovering the rich tapestry of Barcelona and its culture. Sofia, in turn, finds in Enzo a kindred spirit who deepens her appreciation for her own heritage. Their journey together is a blend of laughter, silent understanding, cultural exploration, and the unspoken depths of companionship. As the seasons change in Barcelona, so does their relationship, evolving from a friendship into a deep and enduring love. A story about finding connection in diversity, understanding in silence, and love that transcends all barriers.