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"You are not a god to judge, you are not a father to punish." Committing a crime in King Gustaf's Kingdom is a crime. The love volume about love, rights and justice. "The Miss Thailand MC Pang will have to face demons from her past in Sakhon Nakhon. She wants to be their Bride. Lady Queen Narak is a landlady in a lucky escape from death in Thailand the former MC who never became a famous singer and had near death experience will meet her once more, her promise to Ban Toya. She left her family mansion and her private school life abandoning her spies school seeking a new juicy life in erotic exposure to local Lords to claim a throne of a love in England. When her Spaniard Tom Powers saves her she opens on a side job her cannabis plantation tents to the love bungalow for her tired men can seek love and compassion. She has a passion for returning prisoners and duty to serve them in her love affair bringing our heroes Rento Olympo, Igno Bazuka and Ban Toya." It was her love tale she wrote working in Oxfordshire Brothel. She met her lesbian partner from Poland who is journalist from Poland Krakow. She decided to have her writing skills of school teacher enhanced from a true research analysis she provides for her lovedrama projects and De Volkspark Journal in Enschede.

A group of tabletop RPG nerds are transported to a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. Their task: Clear the land of an evil corruption known as the Taint by killing Tainted monsters, absorbing their corruption, and using it to level up. But in this world, the monsters aren't merely trying to kill you, they're trying to rape you and fill you with their Tainted seed. And to make matters worse our noble heroes wake up, only to find themselves in alluring new female bodies… Our unfortunate heroines are forced to survive in a strange new world crawling with brutal rape monsters around every corner. Will they learn to adapt and thrive in their new home? Or will they be reduced to mindless broken cumdumps by the endless hordes of horny, sadistic creatures roaming these cursed lands? Sexual Content Warning: 18+ Contains explicit sex, sexual violence, smut in nearly every chapter. Has scenes of rape, sexual slavery, hard bdsm, sadomasochism. Scenes can get pretty dark and graphic. Contains heterosexual and lesbian pairings, but no male on male content. Non-sexual Content Warning: Contains lighthearted moments of comedy, bits of slice of life, character development, and worldbuilding. There is an actual story here, mixed in with all the smut. Trigger Warning: Rape. Violent Monster Rape. Seriously. Lots of it.

Lucas Costanzo,29,a dangerous mafia king feared by all. Although his face is unknown in the Mafia world, his name is enough to make everyone scared. His life was pretty simple until one night he met someone who changed his entire life. Bella Knights,25,a simple orphan girl who is a normal office worker. She lives with her cute daughter Rachel. But that one night which she spend together with him, changed everything for her. This book is romance genre and contains some explicit scenes but it also primarily focuses on the journey of feeling love for the first time. The story revolves around the journey of a man and a woman who have never encountered true love. They both discover their love for each other and promise to be together till eternity. The characters experiences various stages of love together and learn to understand each other. Please give it lots of love. If you found the characters interesting, don't forget to add it in library. Mature content 18+ Excerpt: Bella: Don't tease me, anymore. Lucas:You know, you are so wet, baby. Bella: Touch me please. He put his head in between her thighs and his breath hit her opening. Bella:What are you doing? Lucas: Taking you to the real heaven, baby. Also every comment will be liked by the author.So please comment a lot. "Cover rights to respective owners" Stay tuned!!

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

Being a wolfless hybrid was bad? Yes, but not as bad as being rejected by your groom three days before your wedding, in favor of your younger sister! ~~~ Sue was an outcast from birth, and she grew up stomaching ridicules and insults despite being a princess in starlight pack. Instead of wallowing in self pity, Sue strives for strength and soon becomes a strong fighter. Having been rejected multiple times for being the pack’s freak, Sue was over the moon when she unexpectedly gets accepted by her present mate whom she’s presently engaged to. However, when she’s rejected again, and is replaced by her sister this time, she believes all hope is lost for her, not knowing fate has something else in store for her. In a mission that’s supposed to kill her, she ends up coming across her mate in the monstrous enemy she was sent to capture, and by the end of it all, she discovers said mate has two brothers who’re also her mates, and not only were they willing to accept her, they forcefully took her along with them against her will, making Sue dislike and want nothing to do with them. Too bad they were stupidly hot and utterly breathtaking. Cursed because of the sins of their ancestors— Angelo, Landon and Damon lived as part monsters and part wolves, a deadly curse which would end up taking their lives if they didn't find their fated mate, the key to breaking the curse. Which was why as soon as they found her, there was no way they’d be letting her go, no matter what. Even though she was the daughter of their greatest enemy, even though she was wolfless, and even though she definitely wasn’t the fire breathing, powerful mate that was prophesied for them decades ago. ~~~ | ~~~ “I bet your nipples are hard right now. And are you wet between your legs as well? I should be able to smell it if I focus hard.” he husked out in a sultry voice, the dark eyes of his drinking me up and I wished the ground would open up to swallow me up at once. “N- no…” I managed to hurl out but he only laughed, then he leaned even closer and my heart lurched into my throat after his next words. “Why? You hate hearing the truth?” He demanded then I felt his large hand settle on my thigh. “I can check right now for you, to see if you’re dripping and making a mess of your little panties.” My cheeks felt so red, it felt like they might go up in flames at any moment from now. “A- are you crazy?” I managed after what felt like ages, while gaping at him as an immense amount of shock went through my entire body. He flashed me a dark grin, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. “Couldn’t you tell?” He drawled and I let out a huff of disbelief. This man wasn’t just crazy. He was mad. Him and his two brothers.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

I am a new author, so there might be some grammatical errors. Try not to be too harsh. And don't forget to share your valuable reviews. SYNOPSIS "You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

I accidentally summoned a succubus. Now she won't stop begging for my cock. When university professor and amateur occult dabbler James Weller jokingly joins his friends in a drunken summoning ritual, he doesn’t expect results. He especially doesn’t expect her—naked, kneeling in his bed, eyes glazed like she’s been starved for years. She's a succubus, and she's his. Cock-obsessed. Disobedient. Addicted. And the more he punishes her, the deeper she submits. But what starts as a wet dream spirals when James discovers two things: He’s descended from a bloodline that was never meant to be human. The Incubi of her world want their favorite plaything back—and they’re willing to kill for it. 300+ chapters of raw heat, obedience training, psychological domination, supernatural war, and one unbreakable rule: She only comes for him. Or not at all.

Ever thought about dying and transmigrating to another world, like the idea of getting hit by truck-kun and going on an adventure? For Liam Becker, his journey to another world came at a significant cost: his dignity as a human being. His family forgot about his birthday and left him home alone, feeling frustrated. In a moment of impulse, Liam decided to engage in a private act in the living room while watching adult content. Unbeknownst to him, his family had planned a surprise birthday party. When they returned from the store with a cake, they found Liam in an embarrassing situation with his pants down, caught in the act. [Ding... You have died.] [Ding... Cause of death = A heart attack caused by embarrassment.] As a result, Liam was transmigrated to another world and awakened to the Aura Farming System. [Ding... You have slain a Dire Wolf. EXP +0.9] Why is the experience so low? [Ding... You have intimidated Lord Henry and caused him to wet his pants. EXP +30] [The system requires you to farm aura by defeating your enemies in the coolest way possible. It’s not just about whether you kill your opponent or how many you defeat; what matters is how cool you look when you finish the job. Farm more aura to level up! +++ ]

The Town Where Clocks Don't Tick In Isurun, time doesn't tick, it blinks. And sometimes, it disappears altogether. Mira Nyem knows her town is strange. The clocks don't move right. People forget things they shouldn't. And everyone pretends it's normal. But when Mira wakes up with no memory of the past two hours, wet feet, and a black feather in her hand, she realizes something is very wrong and it's been wrong for a long time. As she digs into the town's quiet secrets, she finds a story that keeps repeating, a silence that's too loud, and a truth tied to her own past. If no one else remembers what happened, can she survive being the only one who does? For fans of soft mystery, surreal twists, and slow burn revelations.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

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.

Imagine waking up in a video game world that you play, it must be a wet dream for fantasy lovers. But this time it's not a wet dream, it's reality. A young man named Wim must find a way back to his world by completing the main story and getting the 'True Ending'. Assisted by a small floating automaton named Art, together they will try to survive in a world filled with monsters, magic, and conflicts between kingdoms combined with Steampunk elements. At the same time looking for a new mystery from this world with their creativity and imagination

Overnight, the world's common sense changed. But then... "It's common sense that erect penises are cared for with wet pussies, right?" "Customer, shall I milk it for you? Or would you like to milk it yourself?" "We promised when we were young! That I'd become your ona**le!" This is more enjoyable than I thought? Harem | Erotic | Incest

* A gun can kill anything * Water makes thing wet, and gravity makes things fall. * Magic doesn't exist. These are the three ways that Jack sees the world, but after one night, when his father told him a story, Jack began to have dreams of a time when the world was filled with magic, and that he had an important role in that world. Sometimes he would even see things like a white robed old man flying in the sky. That same white robed old man, was actually a Primordial wizards, one of the two primordial wizards that caused the world to be barren of magic. After Jack finds out who he was, his whole life changed. The only question now is, did his life change for better, or for worse. A/N: Great readers, read my book and give a review, or I'll cast a thunderstorm on top of your heads.

A reunion of old friends turns into a drunken plea for help as a suddenly homeless and helpless Sarah begs for shelter, and says she will do anything....which leads to the signing of a strange contract. Genre: Romance | Lesbian Fiction | UPDATE: Early release chapters on Patreon. EBook: https://a.co/d/04fe0ssb Patreon: https://patreon.com/NightKitten

Mom lies on the bed, her skin flushed with excitement, the juices of her aroused pussy continuously splashing against the two crimson, swollen labia. Who will claim this voluptuous flower and penetrate Mom’s eager hole, filling her empty passage and her heart? Will it be me, with my energetic 18cm penis? Or the neighbor boy Xu Jun, who, though small in size, produces semen plentiful enough to rival Mom’s own wetness? Or perhaps it’s Chen Wu, the son of Mom’s best friend, whose hot, forceful cum is legendary? Maybe it’s the new principal, vigorous and full of tricks, or even the cute girl with a butterfly-shaped pussy just like Mom’s—who will win the battle for Mom’s pussy? NTR, Netorare, Netori, Adultery, Group Sex, BDSM, Humiliation, Sex Slave, Sex Toys, Incest, MTR, Married, Cheating Mother, Seduction, Objectification, Infidelity

No safe words. No limits. Just raw, wicked pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries don’t exist, only desire does. This collection of scorching short stories takes you from moonlit rooftops to steamy locker rooms, from public restrooms to private fantasies. Threesomes, breath play, BDSM, and irresistible encounters collide in explosive tales that promise to leave you breathless. Whether it’s a secret tryst with an ex lover, a scandalous game with an athlete, or a lust-fueled session in zero gravity, a fuck by the pool, each story delivers unfiltered, unrelenting heat. Wild. Wet. Wanton. You’ve never read sin like this before. If you’re not dripping by the end of each tale, check your pulse. Content Warning: This book is dark, raw, and unapologetically explicit. It explores the deepest, most tantalizing corners of desire, pushing boundaries and playing with power. For those ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. If you know you don’t have a partner, don’t read. Haha, just kidding. It’s for everyone above or at 18 years of age. It will leave you hot and bothered, craving sinful things.

I never planned to fall. Not in love. Not again. Not after Siyabonga. When I walked into Imbeka Secondary School on my first day of Grade 8, I had already made up my mind: no boys, no drama, no heartbreak. I told myself I was done with childish love — and maybe even boys altogether. I believed I was a lesbian. I chose peace. I chose myself. Then I met Snothando. Then I met Promise. And through them… I met him. But this is not his story. This is mine. The story of the girl who laughed louder than her pain. The one who stayed… When love walked away.

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

Excerpt; “Do you hate me so much… Wife?" He questions as he rests a hand on the wall beside my head and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me off the wall and into his embrace. His face dips into the curve of my neck, causing me to shiver. "Because quite on the contrary, I've missed you..." He adds, and I shut my eyes. “How sad. I didn’t miss you." I lie, trying to break free from his grip, but his hold on me tightens. “You didn’t?" He purrs into my ear, brushing his lips against my earlobe before catching it between his teeth. I gasp as I involuntarily grip his shoulders. He chuckles, “Let’s see how much you didn’t miss me." He breathes, and I gulp. His fingers ignite sparks as they travel up my thighs, and I shut my eyes as I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I should stop him. I should shove him away and stand my ground. Send him away for what he’s done… But I can’t. “You’re soaking wet, Mirelah…" He says in a sultry whisper that sets my desires racing. "Let me fix that." **** What's worse than being born as the fourth princess of a Dragon-Born family? Being born with a peculiar appearance and no powers? No, that's easy. What's worse is when you're shipped off to marry a man you've never met, for the safety of your people. A man rumoured to be death himself. ~~~ Mirelah’s life was simple. As the youngest of four sisters—and the weakest, born without the magical power of her dragon-born lineage—her only duty was to be the perfect princess. She followed every rule. Never spoke out of turn, mastered the art of grace, and perfected nearly every class. She accepted and appreciated the fact that she would never get to bear the heavy weight of a queen's crown. However, that dream crashed when an unexpected marriage proposal arrived for her from the most powerful kingdom in the realm. Forced into a union with a bloodcrafting prince she has never met, Mirelah is thrown into a world of secrets, curses, and treacherous plots. She discovers that her mysterious husband is CURSED, and she so happens to be the cure to her husband’s vicious curse... Battling to survive the new, dark world of another kingdom, Mirelah must fight to hold on to who she is... and maybe even discover new things about herself. What if her peculiar appearance has always been a pointer to the dangerous power that lay dormant within her? What if she was the true Mother of Dragons prophesied of in legends aeons ago? What if her husband's curse was the key to unlocking her powers? And what if both of them shared a connection that ran deeper than they could ever imagine? A connection that made them a deadly combination that was never meant to mix.

[ Warning!!! Mature and Gore Content] An undisputed fan of the seinen genre, Ben inadvertently transmigrated into a game that turned out to be an eroge. In the body of Daemon, an antagonist destined to be humiliated and killed by the protagonist of this world, an arrogant, incestuous bastard. His future looked bleak when a glitchy system activated. [Ding—The Yandere Harem System has been successfully linked] [This system will help the host build a harem of hot Yanderes! What’s better than a group of girls ready to kill the host out of love?] "Huh? This system is a bit weird!?” [Target detected: Secondary heroine, Kara Geb Bentham Final objective: Turn a lesbian into a hetero Yandere Tip: Kara is a frustrated lesbian, on edge since her toys haven’t satisfied her in months. Prove to Kara that a dick is better than sex toys! Reward: ???] "WTF??” **** Additional tags: Romance, Academy, Harem, R18, Lemons, Dragons, Smut, Gore, MILF, Yanderes (from weak to strong), Spirit, Fairies, Angel, Demons, Elves, Action, Netori. No Yuri/No NTR PS: The romance is a bit slow; I plan to develop the relationships thoroughly. The female leads won’t be treated like Pokémon. 100 PS: 1 bonus chapter 200 PS: 3 bonus chapters 300 PS: 5 bonus chapters.

Many women dream of reincarnating into a romance novel after they die, and for Zoe this is not the case. She finds herself cast as the obsidian-haired villainess, Violet Treece, in a shitty romance novel she read while she was alive. Her main goal is to live past the age of 19, unlike the book, and not to torment the saintly, beautiful flame-haired protagonist, Rose Remington, in the process. Though something unexpected happened when she got to the academy and got near Rose, SHE IS FORCED TO BE A VILLAINESS NEAR ROSE AGAINST HER WILL. Even though these villainess incidents occur, Rose knows something is wrong, and romantic feelings emerge between Rose and Violet. How can two women who can't be together fall in love? ***WARNING*** This story has a sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. The scene is marked with three rows of dotted lines before and after the scene and a reminder at the beginning of the chapter in question. Please read at your discretion.*** Author note: Of all my works, this is probably the darkest. These novels were created from the terror of my own nightmares, and this story was more 'canon' to my nightmare and less 'fan-fiction' of my nightmare. I hope the story I wrote as a part of my personal healing journey may help others with similar scars. ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

**Book 2, though can be enjoyed without reading The Wilting Flowers first. Going into the book, know that Liz's soul is in Princess Vi, and Zoe has no recollection of her tragic life as Violet in the novel The Wilting Flowers. Princess Vi alludes to the first book only briefly and other than that it doesn't affect the story.** Zoe, after dying as Violet, goes into a state of Limbo with no recollection of her time as Violet, and according to her memories, she just died in an auto accident. She then goes to a strange world, Gaos, on a mission from a goddess for world peace. In this world, to use magic, one must utilize a specific feeling. However, feeling the opposite feeling could prove fatal. It doesn't take long for Zoe to find out that her biggest threat to her mission resides in the walls of the castle, where she quickly becomes the princess's concubine. The fate of the world, Gaos, rests on the shoulders of this imperfect woman, Zoe. Will she succumb to the pressure of the heavy role bestowed upon her? Read to find out! **WARNING** This story has a couple of sexual assault trigger scenes. There are warning messages at the beginning of those chapters, and dotted lines mark the beginning and end of the scenes. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION.*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

This story told through the lens of Ariela (Ari) Romo, a duke's daughter who learns she has healing magic. She is excited for this news, but doesn't realize that because of this she will be put in a forced engagement with the crown prince to serve as his own personal med-kit... AT AGE 8! Ariela spends the rest of her childhood preparing to become the perfect queen by day and preparing her escape at night. She plans a fake kidnapping right before her coming-of-age ceremony to trick the crown prince into thinking she was actually kidnapped. Thus, giving her more time so she can run the way she desires with the help of the high priest. She sheds her long hair and wears a glamour ring, changing her hair color, disguised as a male priest named Ari, healing commoners who can't afford healthcare. She stumbles upon a beautiful, dark-skinned succubus early in her journey, and feelings emerge between the two. This beautiful, dark succubus turns out to be the demon princess, Lysara Nocturae, and she and Ari come to an agreement. Ari would escort her safely back to Patala, her homeland and Ari would heal her people as needed while offering Ari asylum from the crown prince. Their journey is anything but smooth sailing with many hurdles getting in their way. ***Warning: This story has a close-call sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own discretion*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

"I can't be your meal..." Jacquelyn pleaded, trying to reason with the man who was supposedly her husband. His grin widened, curling into a mischievous smile, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. "And why is that?" he asked. Jacquelyn knew she had to use her brain with this one. "I am your wife... you can't eat me," she said, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him. "Makes it even better," was his cold response. Jacquelyn's legs trembled; she couldn't think of any culture or tradition where it was acceptable for a husband to eat his own wife. "And...." "And?" He prompted, with an encouraging sweet smile. "And I'm wet..." -------- Long, long ago, when Creatures of the Night ruled supreme and stood at the top of the food chain, a princess, Jacquelyn Avignon lived in the isolated part of the palace. Away from humans and even her own family. Cursed, they said. Queen killer, they called her. Bad omen, they crowned her. Until she was sent to be the bride of the Vampire King. A vampire king who enjoys his own peace and twisted sense of humor. Living life as the supreme sovereign, finds a princess who knows nothing about his supremacy at his doorstep, claiming to be his little wife. What happens when a cursed princess, afraid of blood, desperate to be with her family and to be loved back, crashes into the peaceful world of a vampire king? Her first target, turn her husband into a vegetarian. What about when Jacquelyn realizes that the world around her is more than just sunshine and good sleep but that hell is empty and the devils are here... in human form? She has to watch her back! For fans of; Forbidden love, dark fantasy, ancient curses and prophecy, strong willed and resilient female leads, grey men, dark humor, betrayals, marked mates, and star-crossed love, this book is for you. Other works by the same author: 1. Kitanna (Completed) 2. A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble With Prince Charming (Spin-off of Kitanna, Completed) 3. The Hitman's Sunshine (Completed)

Whoever said “you only live once” seriously deserves to be slapped… with a chair. Because that’s absolute bullshit. I would know—I died, after all. And instead of the eternal rest I was hoping for, I got yeeted into a fantasy world packed with oddball characters and multiple pantheons co-existing like it’s some cosmic sitcom. Oh, and did I mention I was handed a never-before-recorded bloodline and a Revered Gear… in the form of a scythe? Yeah. This sucks. Seriously, how is a lesbian, fallen angel vampire supposed to survive in a world that either wants to kill me… or sleep with me? My name’s Poppy. Read my misadventures as I stumble through different worlds, just trying to survive. **** Updates will be on Wednesday, Saturdays, and Sundays till further notice

In the midst of the 27th Century, space-time travel had been considered the primary way of going to and from across the stars. After Earth's resources were consumed by all-out war and overpopulation, the only thing left to do was seek out more resources hidden in the stars. Anya Weber, a young woman just fresh out of the academy, was going to embark on her first journey to the stars. As a crew member of the EFS Hoffnung, she was to begin her new life as a member of the security force. Though she was wet behind the ears, it was only guaranteed that her work here would help give her experience - a colony ship, which would provide her with the knowledge needed to continue on with her career. But after leaving Earth and a long time of travel, things take a strange turn. She would wake from her hyper sleep - only no one else was around. She was alone in a ship that seemed to have become derelict. With no choice but to move forward, she would soon learn the lines between helplessness and madness.

Weewooweewoo! As the latest agent recruited by the Bureau of Paranormal Activity, Catheris Orial–suffice to say–is NOT having a swell time being dragged around. His mentor is kind of a deadbeat; he has to wake up way too early; it's obviously not fun getting jumped on the job; and oh… oh that damned partner of his…! Catheris never asked for any of this–in fact he didn't want the job in the first place; he was already a tailor. Rather, he was forced into this by an unexpected roommate. He knew that moving to a new place would bring along some uncertainties and surprises, but having a demon was NOT what he had in mind. It’d never show itself and would fuck up his kitchen for whatever petty reason. He didn't care about that, why would he? He found it a tad bit amusing–until its behavior had a drastic change. He found himself having episodes: clawing at his neck, unable to breathe. Suddenly, he’d wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, chest tight before he’d notice the wetness on his cheeks–crying searing hot ink again. The most jarring thing was how it’d appear in his liminal dreams. He wasn't the paranoid type, but he wasn't stupid–it was all real. That’s when he unfortunately met Detective Mr. Beo, who offered him a deal–either suffer, or let the government study him. Unfortunately, said detective is also his partner. But… the other coworkers aren't so bad. In conclusion the man is fucked, literally and metaphorically.