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Jaquer had only two dreams. One, become an elite demon hunter; two, marry Princess Hader. But both of his dreams were crushed by a single name, Venor. The newfound commander of the demons. When he thought his life couldn't get worse, the entire scenario turned like a twisted knife when he was sent to slave under the demon commander. Sacrificed as a scapegoat for the kingdom, he and his hunter team, along with the princess, were exiled to the Demon Realm. Feeling betrayed and disappointed by their very own people, they made a brilliant plan to escape. But was it easy? No, there were several barricades to cross and, importantly, or strangely, Venor was always looking out for Jaquer, as if expecting any trouble from him. **** "Feed me, little thing." Venor glanced at the angry little man but still opened his mouth to be fed. Jaquer bit his lower lip as blood of rage boiled under his skin. But he had no choice. Did he? Therefore, he took the fork and projected towards Venor. Towards his mouth? No. Towards his eyes? Yes.

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

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

Tricked by a soothsaying mother, during the ghost year, ghost month, ghost day, and the wide-open Ghost Gate, I sneaked into the deep mountains with a Zhang Family heirloom, the Star Stealing Life-changing Talisman. By a mix-up of Yin and Yang, a devastatingly beautiful thousand-year-old female corpse absorbed some of my life force, and she awakened... Kids over 12, please watch this book together with the little buddy on your back, and don't block his view! (Note: don't turn back now, because he has also seen this text!)

A chef at a five-star hotel, beautiful, charming, famous, also kind, one bright afternoon in spring was about to go home with her colleagues. But, when they were waiting for a bus in front of the hotel, suddenly a large and dark portal opened near them. Accompanied by strong winds and very strong pulls, hotel staff were sucked into the portal. A portal that brought them to the past, which made their lives seem to be in the drama.

Leo yanked open the door to his cramped, moldy bathroom, needing to pee in the middle of the night. But instead of a leaky faucet and a cracked toilet, he found himself staring into a vast, sun-drenched forest full of impossible colors and towering, alien trees. "What the fuck," he whispered to the silent, beautiful wilderness. "Now what? Should I... should I pee here?"

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

"Are you kidding me? I get jealous the second somebody else even looks in your direction! Do you think that's because I just want to fuck you?" He demanded. Then he paused, staring at me in that way of his that made me want to crawl out of my skin. "I can't do this anymore," he exclaimed, his mouth wide open, his eyes bigger than saucers. He looked like he wanted to scream. And he might as well have, for what he said next. "I'm in love with you, Rina. I have been for months. That's the reason I can't leave you alone, because I can't get you out of my head!" Tropes: Enemies to lover, bully romance, second chance romance. Written from dual points of view in two different time periods. Trigger warning for brief discussions of child abuse, self-harm, suicide, and dubious consent. 10 years ago, Rina was a foster child placed with a new family in Wellsprings, a wealthy suburb of Washington, D.C.. Prior to the start of her senior year, Rina stumbles upon the captain of the football team, Easton Clarke, shooting steroids before practice. Handsome but an asshole, Rina vows to avoid Easton at all costs. The only problem? He doesn't want to leave her alone. Easton Clarke knows the only way to win his father's approval is to perform on the field. If Rina rats him out for steroid use, his chances of playing college football--and of his father finally being proud of him--will be ruined. Intent on making sure Rina keeps her mouth shut, Easton vows to make her life at Wellsprings as isolated as possible. That is, until Easton realizes he can't get the mysterious new girl out of his head. As fall progresses into winter and secrets begin to come to light, Easton will do anything to keep the girl who could ruin his life to himself. When he goes too far, though, he risks losing everything.

Being a popular actor, and a gay one at that, is not easy. Dominik Śliwinski, whose beauty drives men and women to passion, has found this out quit harshly. The only thing Dominik dreams of is finding happiness in love. Unfortunately, his current partner has a view of love that doesn't reach Dominik's heart. Fortunately, a certain photographer appears on the horizon, who begins to exist in Dominik's life as a friend, roommate and maybe someone else.... A sweet, touching story about how love comes unexpectedly and knocks on your door. If you don't open the door, it enters through the window :) Book contains scenes 18+ All events, characters and organizations are fictional. The resemblance to any real person, organization, or event is purely coincidental. Cover made using AI and my own work.

I live in a world where everyone is strong and everyone has powers, In this world we get to choose what our powers do, I chose to create snow. I had no idea that this was a mistake, choosing a power that was neither offensive nor defensive couldn't save me in the worst moment of my life... but what did save me was accidentally time-traveling to the future. How did that happen?? (Warning this story can take a lot of turns sometimes into depravity and not all the characters are good natured people)

A story about 3 boys who's fate has lead them to a different place but without the privilege of having the other. mike, mikel, and kemal are a trio of friends who are always very close eachother not allowing anyone else into their close circle of friendship nor out. they practically lived and breathed together a bond unlike any other which is why destiny decided to seperate them until the time is right.

Kotarō Nozomi is fluent in English—but not in speaking. Not in front of others. Quiet, observant, and chronically self-edited, he’s somehow drafted into his class’s English Debate Competition… and has no idea how to say no. Paired with Haruka—a bold, expressive club member—and Watanabe, who barely tries, Kotarō finds himself stuck between silence and expectation. At first, standing at the podium feels impossible. But when the tournament begins and he finally opens his mouth… something changes. From makeshift practice rooms to official matches, Kotarō starts to learn how to speak under pressure, how to argue with purpose—and how language can connect more than it divides. A slow-burn, grounded school drama about anxiety, competitive debate, unexpected growth, and the people who force us to speak—whether we’re ready or not.

I logged into a game. I tripped. Now I rule a galactic theocracy full of psychic space birds. Zamir, an ordinary student and former MMO player, wakes up inside his old game—Avalon—as the emperor of a terrifying empire he built years ago. His creations? Still alive. Still loyal. And convinced he's their divine ruler. Problem is, Zamir doesn’t remember half the systems he made… From psychic super-soldiers and backstabbing nobles to an overly dramatic press secretary, Zamir fumbles his way through diplomacy, propaganda, and imperial politics—accidentally succeeding every time he opens (or doesn’t open) his mouth. As enemies gather beyond the stars, Zamir must pretend to be a genius ruler while quietly asking himself: "Wait… did I really enslave that species?" A galaxy watches. His empire kneels. He just wants to lie down.

[Notice: This book is no longer being updated on Webnovel.] Thank you to everyone who read and followed the story here. I’ve officially moved the novel under the same name to Royal Road, where it will continue with better formatting, consistency, and updates.} Desmond Se White is an immortal. But after a failed suicide attempt and the mysterious death of a mortal girl, he is sentenced to the High Prison buried beneath Eden. There, in the darkness, he meets his only cellmate—an enigmatic prisoner known only as Yellow. And soon, Desmond will be forced to choose between surviving the prison… or bargaining with something far older than it.

At midnight, Laura Goodman was found dead—eyes wide, mouth frozen, and an ace of spades placed neatly on her chest. Detective Rachel Kennedy doesn’t believe in coincidences. The murder was staged, the message deliberate. As Rachel digs into Laura’s privileged but secretive life, she uncovers whispers of blackmail, betrayal, and a family legacy steeped in silence. Someone is playing a deadly game. And the ace of spades was only their opening move.

In a fractured future where Earth’s colonies cling to survival behind domed cities and orbital fortresses, humanity faces extinction not from above — but from within. The Dreadborne: lab-grown apex predators once meant to secure mankind’s dominance, have turned feral and unrelenting, tearing through everything in their path. Only the United Colonial Front’s elite UCIC forces stand between civilization and collapse. Among the newly enlisted are Israel and Isaiah Johnson — two brothers drafted into the crucible of war and assigned to Forward Unit Delta-9, a hybrid squad forged from precision infantry and specialized suit operators. One dons the stealth-optimized Eidolon suit, orange-plated and built for recon and rapid engagement. The other, quiet and calculating, becomes the team’s Gideon — a combat engineer and combat medic, armored in deep green and carrying the burden of keeping everyone alive. As the brothers undergo brutal simulations, suit integration, and frontline indoctrination, they’ll be thrust into the fire not only of alien horrors but of human treachery. The real threat may not lie in the Brood Zones alone — but in the shadows cast by powerful corporations funding a growing insurrection. Caught between genetic annihilation and a civil war on the rise, the brothers must hold the line, no matter the cost. Bonds will be tested. Blood will be spilled. And not all of them will make it home. This is Brothers of the Infernal Front — a grounded military sci-fi epic where loyalty is rare, steel is sacred, and survival is earned one drop at a time.

Shi Yi loves to get bargains, and her biggest dream is to own a convenience store and sell the bargains to customers. Buy at low prices and sell at slightly lower than the market price, the business will definitely be hot! Until one day, she tied a magic convenience store, and every night at 10 o'clock, she could compete in hand speed to buy low-priced goods in the system mall and sell them the next day. Shi Yi: Isn't this the realization of the dream! Sesame buns for hair care, red bean porridge for blood and beauty, ten times protein grilled sausage, light salt soy sauce for weight loss, deep sleep laundry detergent... A magic convenience store opened in Xingfu Community. Neighbors sighed: "What's the lack of e-commerce supermarkets these days? Riders deliver directly to your home. Who would go downstairs to buy things? It's definitely a loss." Later, even though Xingfu Community opened at 9 o'clock, the items were limited and the variety was pitiful, neighbors still had to line up to buy. Even people from nearby communities rushed here, and some people even drove luxury cars to line up early in the morning to buy. Xingfu Community owner: Property management! Does the community need to install a personal facial recognition system? If for nothing else, just to have fewer people competing with me for the things in the magic convenience store.

Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

Jean wakes up in a vast, endless field surrounded by strangers—none of them know how they got there, and no matter where they go, they always end up back at the black door in the center. The door leads to a series of deadly trials, each one more twisted than the last. With every challenge he overcomes, Jean grows stronger—but the power he gains begins to strip away his emotions, memories, and humanity. Trapped in a world where survival demands sacrifice, Jean must decide how much of himself he's willing to lose to escape. Jean's cursed to evolve like a monster but loses his humanity with each fight.

As Amaymon Opened his eyes he realized that he's no longer in his house, an unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar room and of course an unfamiliar face staring coldly in front of him. 'What the... where the heck am i ?'

Haruto a 30 year old virgin about to lose virginity after rejection,Mockery and hard work he becomes successful and he was one thrust away from becoming a man but earthquake-kun ruined it all, later he open his eyes in a forest and a system shows up in front of him

[ WARNING: Mature Content ] Noah Sullivan, a cheerful yet cold beauty of the business world was drugged and was forced to sleep with someone, on top of that that someone was a man. Opening his eyes he found out that the person he spend a night with is no other than his business partner, Ethan Caldwell. Seeing his partner's beautiful face only thing that came out of his mouth was "Oh!! I'm done for!!" "What!!?" Now the cold business partner he had now has changed into clingy husband. Would fate let this be?

Rebellious. Defiant. Reluctant. Isolde Blackwell never wanted the crown. Her loving parents and the kingdom they rule mean everything to her, but when her elder sister abdicates, the unwanted responsibility of becoming queen falls on her shoulders. Determined to escape her fate, Isolde crafts a new identity—cold, arrogant, unapproachable. She lashes out, pushing everyone away, hoping to convince her family and court that she's unfit for the throne. Then Lyra Skyblade enters her life. Half-human, half-demon, and fiercely independent, Lyra saves Isolde from an attack, unknowingly becoming her bodyguard. Thrust together by circumstance, their initial animosity burns hot, each detesting the other. But as they face monstrous threats and navigate political intrigue, Isolde's icy facade begins to thaw. Lyra's unwavering dedication stirs something unexpected within her. Can Isolde embrace her true self and the burgeoning feelings she has for Lyra, even as she fights against the destiny she never wanted? In a world where rebellion and duty clash, two souls find love in the most unlikely of places.

[WARNING! MATURE CONTENT] Noelle lived her whole life in luxury. Anything she demanded was handed to her on a silver spoon. But not Night. A boy she desires and thinks of as her 'perfect prince'. In a sick twist of fate, Noelle's family fell into huge debt, making her view things differently. Now with a broader view and an open mind, Night doesn't seem to be as perfect as he was in Noelle's eyes. COMPLETED 17 JUNE 2022 to 1 JANUARY 2023 -------------------------- *Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents 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. Discord: Fujiashi #3282 Instagram: @fujiashi Twitter: @Fujiashi_