Brazilian Tickling

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

A one shot that turned into a story. Luka Zoric receives the abilities of some of the best Brazilian players to ever play the beautiful game. Struggling in the Manchester United U16 teams he wows with his newfound abilities and lands himself a move to the German club Dortmund.

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

In "Fractals," Sarang embarks on a spectacular voyage as reality unravels. Join him on this mind-bending journey of mystery, intrigue, and a dramatic vision change. In the distant future, our protagonist explores a world where perceptions are broken and discovers a secret reality in the mysterious shards strewn over the sky. The air in this enigmatic region crackles with supernatural energy, tickling his senses and increasing his interest. The familiar environment becomes a kaleidoscope of twisted shapes and colours, testing his reality. Our protagonist deciphers the skies' mysteries, driven by a hunger for knowledge.

"Asher, no." She said weakly. She sounded needy and pathetic according to her but that would have to for the moment. "I can hear the need in your voice, you little liar." He whispered as he came even closer so that his breath was tickling her neck while he spoke in her ear. She herself could feel the need as it made a bead or two of sweat to form on her brow. She was excited about it much more than she could ever tell anyone. She however knew better than to do it on the day her sister was meant to get engaged. "At least not today." She whispered back with her eyes shut trying to calm her racing heart down enough to reason with him. "So you saying if it wasn't today and we were in the same position you wouldn't hesitate?" He asked so close to her ear that she shivered in delight and a small giggle left her mouth at the same time as it was her tickle spot making him chuckle at the feeling.

Durante os anos 70, Carlo, conhecido como Abaçai, era o senhor absoluto do crime organizado no Brasil. Operando em meio à repressão do regime militar, ele criou um império criminoso que se estendia por todo o país, corrompendo políticos, controlando a polícia e manipulando a economia nas sombras. Sua mente estratégica e brutalidade o tornaram uma lenda, mas também o levaram à ruína. Traído por aqueles em quem confiava, Carlo encontrou um fim violento. No entanto, o destino lhe deu uma segunda chance. Em 1991, ele renasce como Túlio Panvanore, em uma família de classe média em Brasília. Com memórias intactas de sua vida passada e o conhecimento de como manipulou e moldou o país, ele percebe que o legado de Abaçai ainda vive. As estruturas de poder que construiu continuam a influenciar a sociedade atual, e os fantasmas de suas ações assombram o presente. Agora, Túlio enfrenta um dilema: usar suas habilidades e experiência para retomar o controle do submundo, reconstruindo o império de Abaçai, ou encontrar um novo caminho em um Brasil que ainda carrega as marcas do caos que ele criou. Mas o passado nunca permanece enterrado, e antigos aliados e inimigos começam a perceber que o fantasma de Abaçai pode estar de volta. Em uma Brasília dividida entre política, corrupção e a memória de um império criminoso, Túlio descobre que sua segunda vida pode ser tão mortal quanto a primeira. Afinal, o que é mais perigoso: um homem que aprendeu com seus erros ou um mundo que ainda vive sob sua sombra?

A boy gets reborn with a special talent for football. In his new life, he discovers that he has an incredible ability to predict plays, making him a natural on the field. As he navigates this second chance, he faces challenges and rivals, but his passion for the game drives him to improve further. With each match, he learns valuable lessons about teamwork, perseverance, and the true meaning of victory. This journey transforms not just his career but also his understanding of himself and those around him.

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

In the backstreets of Seokcheon District, where dreams often seem too big for the small, tight-knit community, 13 year-old Lucas Jin-Hoo Kim is determined to make his mark as a soccer player. A Brazilian-Korean boy with a torn-up ball and a heart full of hope, Lucas spends every free moment practicing in the alley, where makeshift goals and old friends fuel his passion for the game. Will Lucas be able to prove that his dream is worth the sacrifice? Or will he learn the hard way that dreams alone aren’t enough to overcome the challenges of growing up in Seokcheon?

Zhang Xuan was unexpectedly reborn just before the zombie outbreak. By a lucky coincidence, he obtained the corpse-refining technique secretly passed down by his ancestors. With this technique, he refined himself into the peerless Heavenly Ancestor Zombie that surpassed the four great Ancestor Zombies. When the zombie apocalypse arrived in full force, Zhang Xuan, who had achieved great success in corpse-refining, burst out like a fierce lion. "Just you zombies, you dare to challenge zombies?" Zhang Xuan snorted disdainfully. "Even if given the chance, you are useless. Is this tickling-like attack just to tease me?" And the woman who had spent a night with Zhang Xuan was actually a mysterious vampire? When the two faced each other, the vampire was instantly dumbfounded and thought to herself: Can I really handle such an existence? Zhang Xuan's gaze accidentally fell on the coffin left by his ancestors, and he was so shocked that his jaw dropped. "Damn it! Oboi! Chang Yuchun! How did these once-in-a-generation prodigies all become zombies? This can't be opened easily. What if the king of men, Di Xin, is released? That would be terrible!" Until the alien army...

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

Cleiton Silva is a 14-year-old boy living in a humble community in Brazil. He is of mixed-race descent, reflecting the rich diversity of Brazilian heritage, and is tall for his age, though he has a slender build. He helps his father as a construction worker's assistant to supplement the family income. His biggest dream is to become a football player, just like the legends he sees on TV. When he secures a spot on the youth team of Vitória, a prominent football club in the state of Bahia and one of the two biggest teams in the state, Cleiton feels he’s finally closer to changing his life and realizing the dream his father had to abandon to support the family. Determined to be a center-back like his father, Cleiton quickly realizes that the journey won’t be easy. He doesn’t have the same skills as the others and only has the advantage of being physically stronger, a result of years of hard work. Just as he’s about to be cut from the team, Cleiton is stunned by something unbelievable: a mysterious system appears, offering skills and challenges that promise to transform him into the greatest center-back of all time. Now, with a unique opportunity in his hands, Cleiton must juggle intensive training, the harsh reality at home, and the desire to honor the dream his father had to leave behind. Determined not to waste this chance, he approaches every training session as if it were his last, knowing he’s not just playing for himself, but also for his family and the dream of a better life. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: The cover image was created using AI. Please note that I am not a native English speaker and have used AI to assist in translating my original text from Portuguese. This novel is not intended to be 100% faithful to reality; rather, its purpose is to provide an entertaining story while also helping me improve my English skills. Thank you very much for the support, and I hope you all enjoy the novel! JOIN MY PATREON - patreon.com/00_SAM

A Hard Lesson in Trust: My Fight Against a Bitcoin Scam WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 contact @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram:@ digitaltechguardrecovery.com Brazilians are known for their precision and caution, yet even the most meticulous among us can fall victim to sophisticated scams. I had diligently accumulated R$ 240,000 worth of Bitcoin as part of my retirement plan, carefully nurturing my investment for years. However, everything changed when I received a phishing email that looked identical to my wallet provider's legitimate website. Without a moment's hesitation, I entered my login details, trusting that I was interacting with a secure source. Within minutes, I realized my grave mistake. My account was wiped clean, and I was left staring at the screen in disbelief. I felt utterly devastated, as if all my hard work and careful planning had vanished in an instant. The weight of my failure pressed heavily on my shoulders, and I was crushed by the thought of letting down not only myself but also my family, who had supported my investment journey. In my desperation, I reached out to a colleague who worked in the Finance field. She recommended DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY, sharing glowing reviews she had heard about their expertise in recovering stolen funds. At that moment, I felt like I had no other options left. The prospect of recovery seemed slim, but I decided to take a leap of faith and contacted them. I reached out, the team at DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY was understanding and professional. They listened to my story, assuring me that I wasn't alone in this unfortunate situation. They explained their process, detailing how they could help trace the stolen funds and potentially recover them. Their knowledge and empathy instilled a glimmer of hope in me. As they worked on my case, I received regular updates. The team was diligent, employing various methods to track the stolen Bitcoin. Days turned into weeks, but I remained in contact with them, feeling supported throughout the entire process. Eventually, their efforts bore fruit. While I didn’t recover the full amount, I managed to regain a substantial portion of my investment. The experience taught me a valuable lesson about vigilance in the digital age and the importance of seeking help when facing daunting challenges. Though my trust was shaken, I found solace in the fact that support exists in the cryptocurrency community.

In a world where time is but a cruel plaything, Kurayyami Akuma, a 16-year-old boy, finds himself ensnared in a nightmarish loop of death and rebirth. What begins as an ordinary school day spirals into terror as he and his classmates stumble into a seemingly abandoned building, only to be greeted by a sinister group of killers led by a mysterious figure known only as the Leader. Each death he suffers unlocks memories of the past and hints at a chilling connection to the very horrors he faces. Initially timid and slender, Kurayyami’s transformation begins with the knowledge that each demise grants him an opportunity to rewrite fate. As he dies and resurrects, he dedicates himself to intense training, honing his body into a formidable weapon. Through martial arts such as Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Ninjutsu, he crafts himself into a ruthless, cunning survivor—one who blends shadows with steel. Armed with an arsenal of weaponry, including guns, knives, grenades, and smoke bombs, Kurayyami dons an all-black cloak that symbolizes both his struggle and resolve. His eyes are enhanced with night and thermal vision contact lenses, allowing him to perceive threats lurking in the dark and hidden dangers that could end his life. As he navigates this cycle of horror, he adopts the persona of the Akuma, the demon—his name a harbinger of vengeance against those who threaten his existence and the lives of his loved ones. But it’s not just the killers he faces. In every loop, the Leader seems to know him, as if their fates are inexplicably intertwined. With each new encounter, Kurayyami learns more about his adversaries, their motivations, and the twisted games they play. He becomes a keen observer of human nature, calculating the moves of both friend and foe, all while wrestling with his growing darkness. As the loops progress, Kurayyami is faced with moral dilemmas and heart-wrenching choices. Will he continue to let fear dictate his actions, or will he embrace the ruthless persona he’s cultivated? With his family’s safety hanging in the balance, he must confront the chilling reality that the true enemy may not be the killers but the fate that binds him. In "Loopbreaker: Akuma's Ascension," the lines between hunter and hunted blur as Kurayyami embarks on a harrowing journey filled with bloodshed, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of freedom. Will he break the cycle of despair, or will he succumb to the darkness that beckons him? In a world ruled by fear, survival is only the beginning; true ascension demands a price.

In the midst of the winter season, the cold air that tickles my nose and the thick clothes I was wearing to keep my body warm and the slippery edge of the rooftop building I was standing. The city covered with snows as snowflakes keep on falling. Ah, this is the best day to die... The cold winter was reminded me of my parents. Will they cry if I die? Will they regret everything that they've done so far? Or they will still stay on my very-ill older sister side?

The story is set as Lucas Silva, a Brazilian, found himself traveling in the body of another professional with dual nationality, Lucas Silva Thompson. Lucas Silva Thompson is a player who's playing his first professional season at 22 due to wasting time at the academy; he is currently playing at Brentford, a League One team, although his situation doesn't seem good. Thanks to the help of the original owner's friend, he quickly adapted to the new change. When he was worried about whether he could play a career despite having the physical body of a professional player, that's when he suddenly saw a text in front of him. [The ability of X-Y in the 2023-2024 has been Injected.] When he saw the players from whom he gained the ability, he was shocked and delighted; it was a Champions League Level player and World Cup winner, after all.

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

[Mature content and trigger warning] Jeremy stepped closer while Eloisee stepped back. His lips tickled up into a smirk, his fangs out for the world. “ You thought because he was here to take you, you'd be safe from me? How naive my little pet, you can never escape me, even if you go to the edge of the world ill still be here.” Eloisee’s eyes widened. The choice of words Jeremy used were the same ones he used before, she started to scream in her heart. Not in that room, anywhere but that room. “ Jeremy stop, n-not here.” She let her thoughts slip out her mouth while tears fell freely down her face. Eloisee's back hit the wall and a veined arm slammed on the wall beside her head. She looked at the red eyes trembling. “ Oh so now you can talk back, such a spine you developed.” Jeremy spat, his face distorted from spite. ********************************************************************** Pain is all Eloisee Eileen knew, abused and mistreated by her stepsibling and stepmother, she has aspirations to run away and become an omega without a pack, just as her dreams are coming true and she is close to escaping the pain, she gets the shock of her life. She is being sold off to the Bloodhowl pack Alpha Riviera Luminary, to be his treasured wife in exchange for the Silvermount pack getting an alliance and resources. Being the alpha’s wife, Eloisee has to navigate the treacherous path of being a wife in a new pack while fighting demons from her past and present trying to drag her to the depths of hell with them, while finding it in her to love her husband and mate.

After a tragic incident in a football match, Lucas transmigrates into the body of a 10-year-old boy named Vitor. With a second chance at life, he must navigate his new reality and chase his dream of becoming a football legend in Brazil’s competitive scene.

Herick is a young Brazilian with a special talent for traveling between worlds and altering realities. After his life turns upside down, he finds himself on a new journey that begins in an apocalyptic world devastated by zombies. Initially, Herick views this ability as an opportunity to profit from the discrepancies between worlds, but his journey quickly turns into a mission to save humanity and restore a lost empire. With unexpected allies, including a newly freed hacker and an intriguing police officer, Herick faces challenges that will test his limits and morality. Amidst political intrigues, epic battles, and unexpected romances, Herick must navigate a complex plot where every decision could change the fate of the worlds he touches.

https://www.wattpad.com/user/MarciaGioseffi53 https://author.amazon.com/profile/bio/amzn1.amazonauthor.bio.v1.vsgpi9qer1f9lhum62cn9cefjd/edit The notes are a collection of research and observations regarding the legislation charged in the competition. In fact, it covers more legislation and something related to international politics and geopolitics. The new collection of legislation covers competition studies from the Court of Justice of Rio de Janeiro, TSE. And also CACD. Itamaraty Embassy Competition. I'm a French granddaughter on my mother's side and an Italian granddaughter on my father's side, but I'm born Brazilian. PARTY AFFILIATION - FREE PARTY.

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

A dark time when the creatures of shadow descended unto the tranquil human lands, making their existence known. A time followed when empires were led by humanity's conspiracy and betrayal, a time filled with hatred, but unbeknownst to the humans, they were only mere puppets, pawns of greater beings of darkness, entities with the power to crush anything and everything in their way. What happens when a small human girl catches the eye of one of these so-called greater beings, a pureblooded Lord? Can an ant such as her survive the political strifes and fearsome feuds between the lands and the monsters that control them. For those who fear vampires, ghosts and the unknown, I offer two words of advice… Tread lightly. -------- "Why should I avoid him? He was a perfect gentleman, a good man," Katherine Welcher argued in his defense. "Good or not, neither matter," Alexander Delcrov warned her, "As long as you're under my wing, you shall behave and listen to my words. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. I don’t want others to call you improper." "There was nothing improper about it! And I'm not yours to obey," she blurted out in annoyance, feeling her face flush with embarrassment for the second time this evening, "I mean, you can't order me aro—-" "So disobedient," he stated with nonchalance before moving his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him as they danced. His breath tickled her nape. "So you’ll only listen if you are mine?"

"What about us, Janelle?" Gideon asked, kneeling in a pool of blood. "We never existed!" Janelle replied "I gave you everything..." Gideon said "After taking everything away from me? I don't think you were expecting me to gloat over a piece of cake, after you destroyed my entire bakery!" Janelle replied tearing "I loved you, Janelle" "Your love was torturous, Gideon" "Says the woman who rejected a sacred bond because of rumors. Janelle, walk through that door, and we'll be strangers" "So be it!" **** Gideon followed the sweetest aroma that tickled his senses, until he found the owner of the sweet aroma. Janelle Johnson. Reserved. Calm. Happy. These were the words he would use to describe Janelle Johnson before she lost everything. Based on rumors, she rejected a bond she's longed for, her entire life. Evil. Wicked. Bold. These were what Janelle thought Gideon Sparks was until she had a close look at him. Fighting his own battles silently, Gideon watched Janelle slowly lead her people out of the hardship they landed and lended a helping hand. Rejecting his help was one thing her ego wanted, but her people came first. Accepting his conditions, meant she was exchanging her freedom for that of her people.

In this dark comedy, we meet Don, a logical and cold-hearted African American man who was once the most evil supervillain in the world, responsible for the deaths of thousands. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when his mother slaps the black out of him, transforming him into a white man. To make matters worse, he is then killed by a 6-year-old child wielding an energy blast and finds himself in Hell. Don finds himself in Hell, but even the underworld can't handle his audacity. He beats up Satan, rips off his clothes, and shamelessly shares the moment on Hestagram, the Underworld's version of Instagram, for all his demons to see. As a result, Hell kicks him out, unable to keep up with his troublemaking. Now, Don is faced with an ultimatum: work for God as a therapist or face soul erasure. Reluctantly, he becomes a therapist, traveling to multiple worlds and universes to provide therapy, advice, and counseling to the strangest and stupidest beings he encounters. While Don enjoys being back to his original black self in the afterlife, there is little else he finds appealing about his new role. Forced to use the therapist name "White" despite his skin color, Don maintains his jerkish personality, delighting in being rude to his clients and cracking insulting jokes. He firmly believes that he is the embodiment of evil and sees no reason to change. This dark comedy follows Don as he begrudgingly fulfills his responsibilities as a therapist, embracing his wicked nature while working for God. Remember, folks, this is dark comedy. Don't take anything I say too seriously. But if you want a taste of my unique brand of therapy, well, strap in and prepare for a rollercoaster of insults and questionable advice. Don't say I didn't warn you." Disclaimer: This is all dark comedy, folks. It's just a wild and fictional tale to tickle your twisted sense of humor. Remember, it's all in good fun, and evilness is not to be taken seriously."

Elio placed a firm hand on my waist as he drew me even closer to him. His breath tickles the shell of my ear and he presses the barrel of a gun into my crotch. "I expect all my men to be loyal and faithful to me, Mr. Jensen, including the one I am sticking my dick into. You belong to me."

The super-sensitive Abyss Lord, imprisoned in the deep sea, always accidentally tickles the itchy flesh, and the clumsy researcher with his hands and feet.

"Breathe in, breathe out!", Hmm..., doing yoga isn't that easy!, Alexa silently said. She's doing some flexes, twisting her leg to sort of breaking it though not then the same thing done to the other. After that, she went down and spread her hands up, thus, bent down, butt on top In a push-up position. Did five or more push-ups and laid her back on the mat (ground) and did a half positioned sit up, to improve the 'abs'. "Just so you know, my abs haven't made that pack, not yet, maybe, in two years time or so (He! He!). Alexa smiling, while imagining what it'll be like when that happens. Since she was very inspired to do the work outs to improve her health and to impress her love. It's so sad to think I'm loving someone who is so popular and Jodie Moon, isn't someone who just love and really fall in love with an ordinary person. Yet, I know as a star she knows what she wants and always gets it. I'm good now. After my prolonged break-up from my womanizing boyfriend of 10 years, I am just relieved we ended up as friends now, maybe so. Okay, maybe not as good friends, but we talk occasionally. Hey! Alex...what are you doing?, Shane asked, my annoying but cute sister, who kept on interrupting me while I exercise. "Stop....(Shane touching my face...)...stop it.," while I get up and position my self sitting with hands on top of my folded legs. Alex!, teach me yoga!, okay!, Shane said irritatingly. Oh!, Shane stop, I can't concentrate. Please!, Shane insisted. Okay, okay!, later!... how about now!!!. Alex tickling Shane who wanted to escape her grasp, but it was too late. Alex was already over her and Shane was giggling hard until she almost cried. Alright, I'll stop! Ha! Ha!, How about joining me now? Shane looked at me and shook her head in tears. No!, some other time!....and ran out of the door. Haaay! I sighed. Silly girl! Sometimes I just want to bite and pinch her cute face in adoration. I love her so much! Done with yoga. Now I need to check on my emails, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Being a photographer and blogger isn't really an easy job but not as difficult as it seems either. I survive on artists, models and showbiz personalities who cater and support my work and talent. By the way, I'm Alexandra Steele, Alexa or Alex for short. And this is my story, your story, our story all together.

In a world of fantasy where swinging your sword 10000 times makes you able to cut through steel, nobody seems very eager to increase their muscle size, everyone is skinny but super strong so why bother building muscle? For Cona, however that's a very stupid question, he's a bodybuilder after all, and to almost everyone's surprise, his vanity will pay off in the end. Follow the story of a very peculiar Brazilian bodybuilder who gets reincarnated into a fantasy world after dying on stage. Uncover the misteries of this world that revolves around adventure as Cona climbs through the ranks of the guild. Follow his team heading into dungeons, exploring aquatic kingdoms, and even getting dragged into the schemes of powerful but forgotten gods. All that of course, while trying to get as big as possible. He is a bodybuilder after all. A/N: original cover by @artbybrv