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{MATURE CONTENT} {DAILY UPDATES} "Then tell me to stop," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me you don’t want this." Raine’s entire body trembled. She knew she should push him away. But when she met his storm-dark eyes, burning with a hunger that stole the air from her lungs, she couldn’t ignore the heat. She was lost. "I can’t," she breathed. "Even if I wanted to." His lips crashed into hers—demanding, desperate—dragging her under like a riptide. Heat surged between them, her body arching in response. Then reality struck. Here, everyone knew her as Rowan—the son of the famous Alpha Vale. She shoved him back, breathless, her brow furrowed. "Are you… gay?" Alpha Kieran didn’t even hesitate. He smirked, running a hand through her tousled orange hair. "Even if you’re my greatest mistake..." His fingers traced her jaw, lingering. "I still choose you. But don’t think everyone believes that ridiculous lie of yours." Raine bit her lips gently, non of the professor's she was sent to kill sees her as a man. Do they really know her true identity? — Born a Dusk Wolf—a rare and feared breed believed to be cursed—Raine spent her life locked away, unwanted and unloved. But nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate betrayal: her own father auctioning her off to the Alphas. With the help of a rogue, she managed to escape, assuming a new identity as Rowan Vale, the long-dead son of a powerful Alpha. But help always comes with a price. In return, she must master her Dusk Wolf abilities and assassinate the three powerful Alpha professors. But Raine wasn’t going to kill them that easily, not when they all wanted her. Would she make them her playthings? Use them to get revenge on her father? Lure them to their deaths? Or maybe… all three. After all, they were all there at her auction and they are all still chasing after the broken Gemma's daughter.

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.

After sleeping for over two thousand years, she woke up, only to find she had lost everything and was even going to be sold at an auction by her father. On her way to escape, she met him by chance. He was so handsome and adorable, like a cute little dog. So they got married in a flash. Later, she accidentally met the first interstellar commander whose mask had fallen off. Rumor has it that anyone who sees his true face will die. She trembled with fear, "What a coincidence! You look exactly like my husband!" He said, "I am your husband." From then on, he clung to her every day, wanting to have a child. She felt regretful: He looks like a wolf now! She misses the little puppy she used to have so much...

The Bootlicking Antagonist Wants to Survive, but Female Lead refuses to follow the plot One car accident and I’m transported into a city power fantasy as the villain. As long as I survive until the grand finale, I can return to the real world with hefty rewards. But! These stunning beauties don’t go to serve as the protagonist’s harem, they surround me every day. Are they not satisfied with how slowly I’m dying? Stop wearing stockings, stop wearing uniforms, what’s with all of you trying to seduce me? To find Long Aotian! Since destiny is in my hands, I might as well challenge the protagonist directly! Who’s the protagonist, damn it, who knows! My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jodex7

Love was never the problem—timing was. Xiang Yei, a bright and hardworking dreamer, believes in the warmth of people, even when the world proves otherwise. Zhang Yan, cold and distant, has mastered the art of pushing others away. Yet, despite the odds, their paths keep colliding. She reaches for him with laughter; he pulls away with silence. She wears her heart on her sleeve; he locks his behind a wall. But love doesn’t wait for perfect moments—it happens in glances that linger too long, in words left unspoken, in the ache of knowing that sometimes, love isn’t enough. As fate continues to twist their lives together, one question remains: Will they ever find each other at the right time, or will they always remain a love lost in between?

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?

She thought it was love. But obsession wears many masks—some of them deadly. One tragic night changed her life. One secret threatens to destroy her sanity. And the man who claims to love her? Might be the one who will ruin her. Love. Madness. Control. Welcome to a story where passion turns into obsession… and survival is the only way out.

Betrayed and left for dead, Richard Blackwood—formerly known as the world renowned hero Astralis—awakens a decade later to find the world has moved on, and an imposter now wears his mantle. Disguised as a rookie in the Mage Guild, he quietly hunts for answers. 'If my little sister is levelled above me, then what about everyone else? How much stronger have the bastards who betrayed me grown while I was dead?' Richard must grow stronger once again, and rise much higher than the S-Rank. 'What the fuck? I almost die, and I get a power up?'

Everyone wears a mask. To appear wealthy, to hide their true selves, to deceive those around them—there are countless reasons. But at the heart of it all lies one universal truth: People wear masks to escape reality. No matter how convincing the excuse, no matter how well-crafted the lie, the goal remains the same—even if they don’t realize it. And Mikael Mikaelson is no exception. In a world dominated by knowledge, power, and raw strength, Mikael plays his part. He wears a mask like everyone else. But the question is—which version of him is the disguise? The frail, slouched young man the world sees? Or something far more dangerous, hidden just beneath the surface? ****IMPORTANT! READ THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!!!!! IT HAS IMPORTANT INFO FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ OMNIPOTENT'S ASCENSION*****

Nathaniel Carlisle, the empire’s most feared military officer and Duke, married a woman with the face of his dead fiancée. Eleanor Whitmore was gone. Her death was undeniable, a wound that should have been buried with her. Yet here she stands—alive, unbroken, and now his wife. But something is wrong. She flinches at his touch. Her wit is quieter, her defiance carefully veiled. And though she wears Eleanor’s face, she is not the woman he once knew. Who is she? Evelyn never meant to steal a dead woman’s life. A commoner from the slums, she only wanted to save her younger brother from war. But when fate handed her the chance to become Lady Whitmore, she seized it—never expecting to find herself bound to a man who stares at her like he’s searching for a ghost. Now, she is trapped in a dangerous masquerade, forced to play the role of a woman she never knew, under the watchful gaze of a husband who seems just as haunted as he is obsessed. He is her greatest danger. She is his deepest obsession.

What happens when you meet a hybrid who doesn't emit any pheromones? Jake Mckenzie is an alpha who is returning to college after having dropped out for two years. Meeting up with his volleyball teammates and getting back into his old routine, the alpha meets a strange guy who wears a mask and seems to be the target of scary rumours. To his surprise, Nathaniel Callegari strangely doesn't emit any pheromones. That is, until he helps Jake deal with the sudden heat by being enveloped in pheromones that cause him to go into a late bloom. Now Jake has to help Nathaniel deal with his omega instincts and hope he doesn't fall in love with this mysterious masked boy.

Alpha Cassian was once feared and revered, a warrior who led his pack with unwavering strength. But when his mate was killed, a part of him died with her. For years, he ruled in solitude, convinced that the Moon Goddess had cursed him to walk alone. Love was a weakness he could not afford, and his heart remained closed off, his pack growing colder under his reign. That changes the night he is forced to attend the Omega auction. Among the trembling, discarded she-wolves stands her—a fragile yet defiant woman whose scent awakens something primal inside him. She is his mate. His second chance. But Cassian refuses to believe in fate a second time. The omega, once cast out for being wolfless, is sold to him against her will. In his world, she is nothing—a burden, a mistake. Yet, despite his rejection, she refuses to cower. As threats rise within the pack and outside forces scheme against them, Cassian is forced to protect her, even as he resists the bond pulling him closer. But fate is relentless, and when she is taken from him, Cassian will have to decide—will he risk his heart once more, or will he lose his mate for a second time? *** “Let me go,” she whispered, her lips quivering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He said he hated her—so why wasn’t he letting her go? Cassian’s eyes darkened at the sight of her tears. Without a second thought, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What if I don’t?” he murmured, his voice rough with an emotion he refused to name. Her intoxicating scent clouded his thoughts, stirring something primal within him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Yet, with her, every instinct rebelled against reason. “Because you don’t love me,” she choked out, her hands trembling against his chest. “And if you don’t, then you have no right to keep me.” She was right. Then why did the thought of separation pierce his heart like a blade? "Then why doesn't your body feel same. Infact it's screaming at me to touch you there" his voice sultry as he moved his hand down south. **** Add the book to library. Drop votes and reviews. Support the author with your endless love

Ji Rong died suddenly after staying up all night playing an online game, only to wake up as the evil villainess who meets her demise at the hands of the heroine in the game’s ending. Determined to change her fate, she resolved to fight against the heroine until the bitter end. But then, the sweet and naive heroine unexpectedly… awakened. A certain “mad dog” pounced on her, whispering teasingly into her ear: “Senior Sister, isn’t this fun?” Expressionless, Ji Rong replied, “Not at all.” Now, facing the heroine who radiates dark energy and wears “I’m no good” on her face, Ji Rong could only weep internally and curse the game developers for ruining her youth. From a near-death awakening: “I can’t believe it—the NPC… is me!” Having reincarnated as the villainous Senior Sister, Ji Rong initially thought she was handed the script for The Villain’s Redemption Story—or at least I Became a Light at the End of the Game. Instructions: 1. The realm levels in the text are: Beginning Realm, Spiritual Communication, Heart-Seeking, Riding the Wind, Stepping on the Moon, Chasing the Clouds, Infinite, Desperate, Returning to the Dust. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon

"Prophecies are meant to be fulfilled. This one was meant to be erased." At the end of Kali Yuga, the world waits for Kalki—the divine avatar fated to end the age of darkness. But fate has fractured. A new force walks the earth. Not born of prophecy. Not blessed by gods. An anomaly—unrecorded, unpredicted, unstoppable. He wears silence like armor. His past, a ghost. His strength, immeasurable. And wherever he walks, the lines of destiny begin to tremble. Some whisper he’s a myth reborn. Others fear he’s a warning written too late. But all will soon understand: He was never meant to exist… and yet, he is here. And he brings with him only one vow: “I Shall Write My Own Destiny!.”

………………………… Cover image did not belong to me All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work please leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… Apocalypse, spirit energy recovery, exile, space, cannon fodder, shameless to the core, “Wait… Wait…. This is not real… Why am I in the ancient story of a different country? Yes I read that book where the heroine wears the book by why am I wearing her book? Even my name is different from the character I just took on. Wait no they are the same. My name is Mohini which means an enchantress and the name here is Nuwu which also means enchantress. Also it is exile drama nonsense with the raise of the book wearing heroine. By the way how did I die? It should be that old fashioned vibrator with directly electric connection was electric taped by me. It should be my love juices that connected to the open wires. It should be one hell of a shock to send me here. That is not the point here. I am a mini cannon fodder villainess that was hated by my husband and mother in law because a soldier touched by body in the name of checking before exile. By the way I am still a newlywed wife that was married less than a month ago. Well the hands of the soldier are much rougher than my wimpy husband. But why should I show this hatred on the book wearing heroine? The original heroine already lost her come back chance because of the butter fly effect of the book wearing heroine. Should I mess with them? But it is useless. By the way, where is my golden finger?” “I am here host” A husky lewd female voice sounded in her mind. “What kind of system are you.” “I am a Shameless Cannon Fodder System host.” “Oh, do you think I am shameless.” “Of course” “Then I will not mess with those heroines, will I be punished by you? “No host, you can do anything you want. I believe in your shamelessness and lewdness… we are a perfect match you know…” Nuwu (Mohini): speechless…. Is it flirting with me, not that I care. “Well it really knows me well, but so what things will be the same any way.” If a woman has many men she will be called a slut or a whore, will a man that has many women be called a male slut? …………………….. This world will have apocalypse and more cultivation world with more than 1 heroine in the story By the way this will be the first volume and based on the response from my good readers, there will be continuation. If not I will break it at the end of the volume. ………………………………… This novel contains exhibitionism, nudity, intercourse, cheating, cuckold, humiliation, bitches, sluts, whores, netorare (NTR), netorase and many things. Read it at your own risk. …………………………………

Evangeline never meant to make a deal with the devil—especially not this one. After a drunken night at a forbidden magic auction, she finds herself bound by an infernal contract to Lucien, a dangerously charming sorcerer with a wicked smile and an agenda of his own. To break the curse, she must endure a "courting period" with him, playing the role of his betrothed while navigating the dark underbelly of high society. But Lucien enjoys their predicament far too much, and the more Evangeline fights him, the more entangled she becomes in his web of power, secrets, and temptation. As sparks fly and deadly forces close in, Evangeline must decide: escape this bargain before it’s too late—or risk losing her heart to the devil she never meant to love.

A married woman seeks excitement outside her marriage and challenges her date to wear something interesting, leading to a night of unexpected intimacy and trust. The date is filled with tension and flirtation as they navigate the boundaries of their new dynamic, leading to a night of exploration and trust. The date turns into a night of erotic exploration as they both push their boundaries and test the limits of their trust in each other, with the silk scarf serving as a symbol of their shared secret.

An animated spy series about three teenagers from Las Angeles who live double lives as spies working for The Secret Organization of Teenaged Spies (SOOTS). Their boss, Sally, gives them their missions to solve worldwide and the gadgets that would help them on their tasks to stop bad guys and save the world. Sally even designed their black spy suits, which include disguise belts and communicator watches they never take off, even when they're not wearing their black spy suits.

Once upon a time, Emily Stone was gentle, obedient—easily molded into the perfect wife. Even after becoming Mrs. Scott, she existed only in the shadow of her husband Damian’s mistress. After two years of humiliation, Damian finally spoke the words that sealed her fate. "Emily, I'm tired of this. I want to give Melody a wedding." Without shedding a tear, Emily signed the divorce papers, walked away with nothing, and became the laughingstock of the city. Damian married the love of his life, yet he couldn't escape Emily’s ghost. When news arrived that she had perished at sea, regret consumed him. Five years later, at a high-stakes auction, Damian's world stopped. There, standing before him, was the woman he thought dead. His Emily. As his eyes darkened with a desperate hunger, one thought consumed him—this time, he wouldn’t let her go.

Zaylee Tylor is always wearing a mask, glasses and cap. Margo's gang always bullying her because she don't want to speak and because she always reading. One day Margo's gang decided to approch Zaylee who's peacefully reading they bully her but suddenly a shout came from behind. Pariz Quinn the owner of the university helped Zaylee since then Pariz and Zaylee are good friends but little by little they are falling for each other.

[please read the warning first] In a fantastical realm where interdimensional entities converge, Art emerges as the formidable leader of a mysterious organization. His fate takes a captivating twist when he secures a coveted curse from the God of Chaos, altering the course of his journey and unraveling unforeseen consequences across the diverse tapestry of his world. [warning: some deaths are gruesome and detailed. drug use. murder. cannibalism. swearing. child abuse, suicide, self mutation, self cannibalism, face wearing, hunting, bullying]

Metty, who is definitely not someone whom you can bully or suppress. Her life changes when by mistake she wears the ring of a brutal king with no mercy from a different world. Have to become the bride of such a monster she ever expected, unknown to the fact that she is born to become his. will these two strong individuals bend to each.

**2025 WSA Participant** She was meant to fade into the background—until she rewrote the ending. Delphia Vosswell was supposed to be a forgotten side character in someone else’s happily-ever-after. Cast aside by her fiancé, ridiculed by the court, and labeled a villainess, her future was meant to be one of quiet disgrace. But when a woman from another world awakens in Delphia’s body, everything changes. Armed with sharp intellect and a will of steel, she refuses to be a footnote in someone else’s story. With wit, charm, and careful strategy, the new Delphia begins to reclaim her name—and reshape the world around her. Yet as she carves a new path for herself, one man complicates everything. Archmage Zypher Thorne—clever, unreadable, and unexpectedly kind—sees through the masks she wears. What begins as a wary alliance deepens into something far more dangerous: a bond she hadn’t planned for, and a tenderness that threatens to unravel her carefully guarded heart. But love was never part of her plan… and neither were the forces working against her from the shadows. In a world of secrets, masks, and manipulation, Delphia must decide what she’s truly willing to risk—not just for power, but for something far more fragile: trust.

In the heart of a grand auction house, a legendary painting vanishes without a trace. The only clue left behind? A single playing card—the King of Spades. Detective Elias Graves races against time to unravel the enigma, but his adversary is no ordinary thief. The masked genius known as "Specter" moves like a ghost, weaving deception and brilliance into a masterpiece of crime. As the stakes rise and the shadows deepen, a dangerous game unfolds between hunter and hunted. Will justice prevail, or will Specter vanish into legend once more? A gripping noir thriller filled with intrigue, deception, and a mastermind no one can catch. This is The Silent Heist—where the perfect crime is more than just an illusion.

Suzuki, an adult programmer, suddenly notices that he’s been thrown into a different world while wearing a casual clothes at level 1. He gained high levels and treasures after using the 3 times use-disposable-magic Meteor Shower, at once. After that, he intends to do different world “sightseeing tours”? He meets 3 beast girls, beautiful purple and black haired sisters, and an eccentric blonde haired elf girl along with various people during his trip. Although there are occasional fighting with demons and demon lords, this is a heartwarming fantasy story at heart.

A priest whose prayers can bend evil. A fallen angel who doesn’t believe in faith. In a city overrun by demons, salvation is a lie—and temptation wears a perfect face.In the city of Saint Dismas, demons don’t fear priests—they devour them. But Father Zikiel "Zain" Marius is not like other priests. His prayers bend evil to his will, and no darkness has ever withstood his faith.Until Lucian.He appears one evening, perfection carved into human form, leaning against the altar with a cigarette in hand. A stranger dressed in black, too beautiful, too indifferent. Zain knows immediately—he is unholy."What is a demon doing in the house of God?"Lucian exhales slowly, his voice low and almost amused. “You ask me?” A smirk, a flick of ashes onto sacred ground. “I hunt them. The only difference between us, priest? I don’t waste my time praying.”Their beliefs should make them enemies. But as Zain battles the rising darkness in Saint Dismas, he finds himself drawn to the fallen angel—a dangerous pull he can’t explain.Lucian is brutal. Faithless. Perfect. And as he turns to leave, his voice lingers in the air like a whispered sin.“Tell me, priest… do you pray as hard as you sin?”

Once Upon a Mistake – A Second-Chance, Fake Relationship Romance Phoebe Sinclair has spent years convincing herself she’s over Damon Blackwood—the man who shattered her heart when he walked away. With a thriving career and an ironclad reputation, she’s built a life where emotions don’t get in the way. But when fate throws them together at a high-profile auction, one glance is all it takes to unravel the years of distance, reminding her that some mistakes never truly fade.Damon Blackwood was never supposed to see Phoebe again. Their past was a carefully buried wound, a regret he carried in silence. But when a tangled web of secrets resurfaces, forcing them into a fake relationship to protect what they’ve both fought to build, he realizes the hardest part isn’t pretending—it’s resisting everything he still feels for her.As old wounds clash with unspoken desires, Phoebe and Damon must confront the truth: Was their love the real mistake, or was walking away the biggest one of all?

Following her attempted assassination, Fatima found herself amidst a meticulously staged slave auction orchestrated by her mysterious rescuers in the capital city of a prospective ally empire. Now a slave of the Kartier Duchy, her life as a princess seems far behind her as she spends her days toiling the farms under the scorching sun. Just when all hopes seem to be lost, Fatima’s painful days eased upon meeting the strikingly handsome heir of the Kartier duchy along with his cold and seemingly gruff knight. Will she ever overcome the shackles of slavery and return home to reclaim her title or will spend the rest of her life enduring the cruel treatments of the duchess? Torn between a charming heir and a dubious knight as her potential escape routes, which hand will she grasp?

No one has ever achieved true perfection, but Abdellatef Sabrou—better known as Latef—came dangerously close. A legendary thief and master of deception, he orchestrated "nine flawless, artistic heists", each a masterpiece of illusion, manipulation, and precision. Banks, auction houses, and jewelry stores fell before his brilliance, their treasures vanishing as if by magic. But behind the elegance of his crimes lay a fractured mind. Schizophrenia blurred the lines between reality and delusion, turning Latef’s world into a labyrinth where he could no longer tell truth from illusion. And yet, through the chaos, his genius thrived. Crime became his art, the world his stage, and law enforcement his unwitting audience. Yet, for all his cunning, love never smiled upon him. He could outwit the most advanced security systems, but he could never hold onto a heart. Seven marriages, seven failures—a testament that even the most brilliant minds cannot master love. Now, long retired, Latef finally breaks his silence. He tells his story—the heists, the madness, the betrayals, and the illusions. But with a mind like his, one question remains: Is this the truth, or just another of his perfect deceptions?

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