Thesaurus Mouth

The new book【Addicted to the Demon CEO's Kiss】is out now, please support~ 【Supremely Sweet and Adorable Pampering Story】Imperial City is in an uproar because the Little Overlord, Ou Zun, has become a devoted husband. When they were engaged, she ran away, but was later caught. He roared angrily, "I've provided for you, given you my heart and soul, and you still run away?" She fidgeted with her small hands, her cheeks rosy, "You're too good to me, I can't repay you." "Devote yourself to me." Upon hearing this, she couldn't contain her joy, "I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time!" Everyone knew, Mù Qiānxún was the apple of Ou Zun's eye. He was so gentle with her, afraid the warmth of his mouth might melt her, and worried the air might freeze her. He even kept her tied to his belt, bringing her everywhere he went.

A gigantic mouth appeared in the sky and swallowed the entire Earth, scattering the shattered fragments everywhere. "Welcome to the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds, your talent is the Lord's Cottage." Earthlings received the developmental ability called Lord's Cottage, beginning their struggle for survival in the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds. Fang Jie, holding the initial item 'Faction Conversion Command', gently tapped on the undead faction. Starting with the undead fission talent, he could make his subordinate undead split and increase in value, and the talent could also be upgraded.

After arriving in Japan, I became a high school student named Kamiyagawa. Looking around— Hanako crouched in the bathroom, waiting for someone to knock on the door; the Split-Mouth Woman wandered the streets with scissors in hand; Miss Mary's deathly calls echoed incessantly; the wails and barks in Inunaki Village never ceased; the Ubume searched for her long-dead child; the Aoandon smiled, enticing passersby to play with the lanterns of a hundred demons… In a crumbling world rampant with sinister tales and malevolent spirits, Kamiyagawa set a small goal for himself: "Defeat all the demons and monsters, and become the supreme ruler of ghosts and deities."

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.

"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.

In a city humming with secrets and saxophones, two women drift toward the same smoky stage- one chasing escape, the other chasing survival. Beneath dim lights and over spilled gin, the night bends for no one. But when a voice unlike any other slices through the haze, everything stills. Glances linger. Time forgets itself. Whispers follow in the dark, but not all of them come from the mouths of men. Some stories are sung. Others are stolen. And some-some only begin when the music starts. Chapter updates every other 2-3 weeks.

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

“Your shadow remembers what your mind chose to forget.” Aarav was never meant to survive. Cursed to die before his 777th day, he awakens the forbidden Ajna Chakra — the Third Eye — long before any soul should. But this awakening isn’t a gift. It’s a challenge. Each of the seven chakras hides a trial rooted in karma, silence, pain... and memory. His path will lead him into cursed temples, forgotten caves, and a monastery where monks have no mouths. Guided by an ancient scroll and hunted by shadows of his past self, Aarav must uncover the truth buried in his soul — or be consumed by it. Spiritual power isn’t granted. It’s earned. And not everyone who opens the Ajna survives it.

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it "Fuck just leave me alone!!!" Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder. "Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!! The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. "Honey, I'm saving your life~" "I had it under control. Now, let me go!" Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~" Jian rue froze. "W-why are you following me! why me.." Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, "Because you are my betrothed,"

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.

All that remains of his city is a scorched silence. Abel was just a child, living in the peaceful warmth of Ahren, when the world shattered. In one night, the walls collapsed, the familiar faces faded... and he, torn from all memory, awoke elsewhere. Elsewhere, in a place where beings are ground into weapons. Between suffering, solitude, and burning fragments of dreams, Abel feels something foreign growing within him. A voice without a mouth. A light without warmth. Another himself, lurking in the reflections. They say that in the beginning were the Deities, and that one day, the Word will choose a new bearer. What if the shard that fell from the sky had already chosen? The first book in the "Song of the Bows" saga, The Son of Radiance blends tragedy, mysticism, and ascension, in a world where every being is only the shadow of a forgotten power.

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

Jaquer had only two dreams. One, become an elite demon hunter; two, marry Princess Hader. But both of his dream were crushed by a single name, Venor. The newfound commander of the demons. When he thought his life couldn't get worse, the entire scenerio turned like a twisted knife when he was sent to slave under the demon commander. Sacrifice as a scapegoat for the kingdom, he and his hunter team, along with the princess were exile to 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 barricade 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 feed. Jaquer bit his lower lips 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.

Do journals even need a description? Probably not. But if you’re reading this, you’re already curious. This isn’t some grand memoir or life-changing manifesto—it’s just a normal journal written in a way that won’t bore me to death when I look back at it. A collection of thoughts, regrets, and "what ifs" from a guy who spent too much time wondering if he should have just kept his mouth shut. What if I never volunteered? What if I studied harder? What if I made different choices in love, in school, in life? Would I be happier? Would I still be me? This is a journal about looking back, questioning everything, and—hopefully—figuring out how to move forward.

In a world ruled by magic rankings—from E-class peasants to god-ranked legends—Coker was born with nothing. No magic. No rank. Just a big mouth, a stubborn heart, and a dream to protect the world, even if it costs him his life. Everyone said he’d die nameless. Everyone was wrong. After stumbling upon a forgotten shrine and surviving an impossible explosion, Coker awakens something ancient inside him—a sealed mark from a long-dead god. One that was never meant to be found. One that begins to twist fate itself. Soon, he’s hunted by demons, watched by kings, and haunted by visions of a boy who looks just like him… destroying the world. Coker isn’t the only one. Others like him are waking up. Each a Vessel for a broken god. Each carrying a piece of the truth. Some want peace. Some want revenge. And one wants them all dead. Coker’s only hope? Survive long enough to figure out what’s inside him— Before it takes everything.

The greatest martial artist on the continent and the supreme Martial Emperor who unified the martial world—Soohyeok. He had achieved everything, yet a lingering emptiness in his heart remained unfulfilled by his yearning for family… In the end, he crossed dimensions using the power of sorcery, but what lay before his eyes was— “…I was in a coma for five years in a hospital!?” And what’s with this system window floating in front of me!? “Black Mountain Hermit, you big-mouthed bastard! You said you’d send me back to my world! Why the hell is everything so messed up!?” During the five years he lay unconscious, his family had been struggling to pay his hospital bills… “For my family’s sake, I need to make money—fast and a lot of it.” The strongest Martial God of the Hwan Continent, Soohyeok! Now Awakened, he begins his journey to level up.

He doesn't carry a gun. He doesn't build empires. He doesn't lead armies. But the world's richest men—CEOs, kings, criminals, and politicians—are unknowingly raising his children. Lucien Vale moves like a shadow through the gilded worlds of the elite, a man whose pleasure is power and whose power is pleasure. With nothing but his mind, his mouth, and an untraceable past, he seduces the wives of the 1% and leaves behind an invisible empire of obsession, betrayal, and bloodlines. They think they're in control. They think he's just a ghost. But when the future of global power shifts... all roads lead back to him.

This book is a Sequel to "Paige: Diary of a lost Teen" by sarah_ofomola "What kind of man loves someone like me?" I questioned that evening the gushing sound of waves was the relaxing sea flooding my senses. I've always wanted to be here, alone with him on the beach sand. "I was not only abused, I was dirty. I was angry and I hated you." I confessed. "How come you stayed?" Salt water seeped through my lips souring up my mouth. My heart melted. "I don't deserve you!" " I love you!" I said, and as usual the winds brought his response back to me. I'm Adediwura, Toluwanile and this is my Story...

With a sly grin on his lips, his eyes locked onto her. "Don't come chasing after me, my dear wife," he warned in a low voice, "unless you're ready to lose your virginity." Her mouth opened to speak, but no words formed, as desire pulsed through her body. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- You could call it crazy but yes! I'm an innocent girl avoiding guys betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. I should be happy right?? But I'm just nineteen and he's thirty-two, I don't even know if I'm ready for it but what can a girl do? My parents want this. They say he's charming and women's choice. Should I be happy??... In "THE CEO's Little Wife," innocence clashes with power as a young beauty is betrothed to a feared billionaire. Can she tame the beast within him? Find out in this captivating tale of love and danger.

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

Mythic Ascension: Rise of the Spear Saint Tags: Urban Fantasy • Found Family • Humor + Action • Misfit MC • Hidden Power • Smart-Mouthed Weapon • Gritty Setting • Prophecy with Punchlines Kyren Omari isn’t some chosen hero. He’s a broke teen hustling soup with a busted spear and a sarcastic younger brother. But when the sky lights up with his name and a mysterious power downloads into his soul—laughing all the way—Kyren becomes public enemy number one. Now everyone wants his head: bounty hunters, cultists, and a very formal assassin with a book that says Kyren’s story should end... immediately. He’s outgunned, undertrained, and his martial style won’t stop roasting him. So what does he do? He fights back.

The story of a jerk, insecure, unsociable, fuck-ass, and above all, down-in-the-mouth teenager, who one day dies and is reincarnated in someone the complete opposite of his pessimistic personality and physical appearance. To top it off, his new existence is that of a Dating Game protagonist. But, this simulation is not at all like a game of choices anymore, is it? It looks very realistic, and... it feels very plausible. “Huh? Well, how did that happen? What happened to the kid? And what the hell is up with that description in your novel?” Someone shouts fervently into my ears. Nevertheless, I play dumb. If you want to know, make the decision to take the time to read it, or not. I don't know! [Note: This is a translation and rewrite of my own novel on Wattpad. All rights to this story belong to ME!] [Other Note: Unfortunately, the cover is an AI image; however, I'm practicing my drawing skills to replace it one day, but in traditional since I'm broke as hell]

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.

Landon is a warlock with a talent for trouble. When a failed spell backfires, he gets shackled to Lucian—the ruthless Alpha of a werewolf pack that hates magic. Now Landon’s stuck obeying a guy who growls more than he talks, and Lucian's stuck with a smart-mouthed witch who can’t follow orders. But something’s wrong with the pack. Wolves are disappearing. The woods smell like rotting magic. And Landon is starting to think his curse might be the only thing keeping them alive. The problem? Landon’s magic comes with a price. The more he uses it, the less human he becomes. Lucian doesn’t trust him, the pack wants him dead, and the real enemy is closer than any of them realize. Time’s running out. Landon has to decide. Keep fighting the Alpha, or risk becoming the monster they all think he is.

Nicole knew better than to fall for temptation—but temptation never looked like Coach Dray Carter. He’s older. Forbidden. Off-limits in every possible way. But the moment she walked into his gym, the air changed. His eyes lingered too long. His voice dropped just for her. And she liked it—maybe too much. Then she saw him. With her. Pressed against the wall. His mouth on someone else’s skin. And still… she can’t stop thinking about him. This isn’t just a story of love. It’s obsession. Lust. Power. Because sometimes, the most dangerous man is the one who makes you feel alive. And Nicole? She’s done playing safe.

Synopsis I died. Again. Not in some dramatic battle or noble sacrifice—but by slipping in the bathroom of a dingy apartment back on Earth. Tragic, I know. But hey, at least the universe gave me a second chance. Now I’ve reincarnated into the body of a spoiled young master from one of the richest clans in the cultivation world. He was arrogant, lazy, and hated by everyone—including his own servants. Luckily, he died. Even luckier, I took over. With his absurd wealth, a powerful cultivation base (that he barely used), and a body sculpted like a playboy’s dream, I’ve got everything I need. Oh—and did I mention he was a dual cultivator with a “Heaven-Grade Yin Physique” that makes women... curious? But I’m not here to play the fool. I’m rewriting the script—starting with payback on everyone who ever looked down on me. And maybe “cultivating” a few beautiful companions along the way. Power, women, enemies, and a mouth that always gets me in trouble… This is going to be fun.

[ 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?

Synopsis: Noa Aizawa, a communication arts student with an overly critical brain and sarcastic mouth, gets a rare opportunity to intern at a national TV station as an assistant to a documentary crew Dream? Maybe, But not if she has to work with Ren Kurosawa They are paired as an intern crew at a national TV station. At first awkward Then absurd, Then sensual and have to face technical misunderstandings, sharing rooms. This is not love on location but this is professional horny confusion, Overcoming differences in work style, personality, and absurd interests that are increasingly unstoppable with the background of the absurd television world

"What in fuck's name are you saying?!" I snapped at the Lycan Alpha. I knew that kind of disrespect could get my head ripped off, but I didn’t care. "You killed two of my men," he said, voice low and dangerous. "And you expect me to let you walk free?" I swallowed hard. He was right. A Demon Lycan Alpha like him should’ve already killed me. But he hadn’t. And I couldn’t walk away now — not before completing my mission. I took a slow breath and forced the panic out of my voice. "So what do you want from me?" His stare cut through me like a blade. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the words that came out of his mouth next. "I need a body to fuck. And yours will do So...Be my Beta by day. And warm my bed at night"

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.