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Majora'S Mask Snow Temple

Snow in Spring

In a time of incredible turmoil due to political corruption, famine, and an influx of ghost and demon incidents – what everyone wants is their own safety guaranteed. Cultivators are in high demand because of it, and disciples from both of the large sects are being spread incredibly thin. There are stories circulating between both territories of a cultivator with incredible spiritual essence who hides their face and carries nothing except a redwood guqin and a purple parasol. They are rumored to hold vigil day and night atop the great cliff overlooking the imperial palace, strumming meticulously on their zither to maintain a massive protective barrier around the entire capital city of Beiyin, the Holy City of Zhonglao. It is said a single stroke of their zither’s strings is enough to vanquish an entire thrall of ghosts. This famed identity-less cultivator is the fair and beautiful Yao Yuxuan. Such beautiful tales woven about this mysterious man, but the perturbing truth is that for the last ten years he was forced to personally guard the palace and maintain the barrier, or the Emperor would kill his sister, his only living family, in cold blood. One night, despite Yao Yuxuan being one of the top cultivators in the land, the infamous Snowfall Assassin bests him in battle and penetrates all of his defenses. Yao Yuxuan rushes to the Emperor’s side to defend him, only to instead discover disgusting truths about the imperial family. Despite having dedicated nearly half his life protecting them, he finds himself getting betrayed. Given to the Snowfall Assassin as a peace offering to get him to leave, Yao Yuxuan finds himself stuck with the ruthless assassin indefinitely. “This guy is completely insane; if I don’t escape soon, I could really die!” — R18 explicit smut. Slowburn romance, but the smut comes earlier ;) don’t worry BL/yaoi/danmei/gay romance. Enemies to lovers. Cultivation. Ascension. Demons. Gods. Ruthless and wildly unpredictable demon assassin gong vs elegant, flirtatious and vindictive cold shou. Monster with blood on his hands growing softer vs man losing his humanity, becoming vicious.
carmyko · 1K Views

Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow

After being betrayed by her fiancé and cousin on her wedding day, Zara, reborn with memories of past mistakes, vows to rewrite her destiny. Impulsively, she marries a stranger to keep her ex at bay, not realizing Snow is far from a mere call boy. Snow Zephyr, a wealthy CEO and alpha of the Ivory Crescent Pack, needs a contract wife to appease his father and secure his position. When a bold, determined woman proposes a marriage of convenience, Snow agrees, unaware of the chaos she will bring into his life. Zara's defiant choice provokes her parents' fury, leading to her being cast from the company and forcing her to find work elsewhere. She lands a job at Aurora Conglomerate Inc., only to discover that her new boss is Snow, the very man she married—and her ex's uncle. Sparks fly as their mutual attraction grows amidst the darkness of his family's secrets and looming threats. Zara’s strength and independence captivate Snow, who begins to see her as the potential Luna his pack needs. Together, they face vengeful ex-lovers, kidnapping plots, and deadly rivalries. As Zara's powers awaken, she must confront the reasons behind her family's disownment, the hidden clauses in her marriage contract, and her ultimate role in Snow’s world. When their marriage of convenience deepens into a genuine partnership, a new challenge emerges in the form of a fated mate. Will Zara fight the dangers that await or embrace her true destiny? **EXCERPT** "I... didn't want to be late for work. You seemed busy, so I thought I'd get a head start." Snow raised an eyebrow. "Really? Or is it because last night affected you so much that you couldn't stand being around me?" "Don't flatter yourself, Snow. You didn't affect me at all." He smirked, stepping closer. "Is that so?" His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up. My pulse quickened. "We're at work," I snapped, swatting his hand away. "This isn't professional." "You're my wife," he murmured. "You're supposed to obey me at all times." I bit back a retort, a hint of rebellion flaring within. Slowly, I stepped closer, letting my fingers graze his chest. His smirk wavered for a second when his wolf reacted and Snow bit his lips. "Careful, Boss," I purred seductively. "Don't hurt those lips. I'm sure plenty of girls would love to kiss them." Snow leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "And you? Are you dying for a taste?" Caught off guard, I hesitated, then regained my composure as I looked him in the eyes. "Unlike other girls, I have strong resistance against—" I didn't get a chance to finish when Snow's lips crashed onto mine with a fierce kiss that left me breathless. *************** MATURE CONTENT Participating in the Viral Book Call Contest. Kindly Support Me!
BaeVida · 1.4M Views

The Mask Never Slips

The Mask Never Slips In a world where morality is blurred, Shiva navigates the dark underbelly of crime while concealing the unbearable weight of his own existence. Emotionally detached yet deeply wounded, he wears a mask of indifference, suppressing a lifetime of trauma that manifests as relentless physical pain. He is a master manipulator, a deceiver, and a survivor—yet, at his core, he is a man consumed by self-disgust. Despite his hatred for himself, three fragile reasons tether him to life: his love for a girl who barely acknowledges him, his unwavering loyalty to the abusive family that broke him, and the little brother he raised to be everything he could never become. If even one of these reasons crumbles, so will he. As he maneuvers through the chaos of the crime world—both a participant and an outsider—Shiva finds himself drawn into a series of brutal conflicts, each forcing him to confront the contradictions within him. He claims to have no desire to kill, yet death follows in his shadow. He yearns to be understood, yet has perfected the art of deception. He wants to feel something—anything—but every emotion is buried beneath years of carefully constructed lies. When the past he’s tried so hard to bury resurfaces, Shiva’s carefully maintained facade begins to crack. Someone close to him is starting to see through the act. And as the weight of his suffering becomes impossible to contain, he is left with one question: Can he keep holding on, or is the mask he wears the only thing keeping him alive?
Shuhas · 1.2K Views
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