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Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Ai Si finds herself transmigrated into a tragic supporting character in a Western novel—Eloise. The setting is Gilded Age Manhattan, New York, at the tail end of the 19th century—a city drenched in opulence, its harbors bustling with life. For now, Eloise is still a young girl, living with her younger brother in their aunt’s cramped household. Five people share a tiny room where the walls leak, the floors creak, and the windows whistle with icy drafts. After paying the weekly rent, there’s no money left for coal or flour; every meal is just boiled potatoes, and between them, they can’t muster three proper pairs of leather shoes. Watching the howling snowstorm outside, Eloise feels a pang of despair—she doesn’t even own a decent scarf. Determined to turn things around, she decides to revive the skills of her previous life. First step? Patch together something warm enough to endure the bitter cold...

# HAPPYENDING # TWOWAYCRUSH # SCUM-TORTURING Jiang Yaoyao’s boyfriend suddenly cheated on her, and the mistress was her nemesis of many years! After teaching those scumbags a lesson, the young lady of the Jiang family declared publicly, “Since she screwed me over, I’ll screw her brother!” Half an hour later, under the dim light of a bar corridor, a handsome man with an indifferent look on his face narrowed his eyes. He let out a puff of smoke and said in a low, alluring voice, “I heard you wanted to screw me?” Jiang Yaoyao stuttered nervously, “I-I-I… I was only joking!” Bo Jinlan: “...” #I’ve waited for you to break up for so long, but I didn’t expect you to be so cowardly# [Male lead] Bo Jinlan was the eldest son of the Bo family, who were the wealthiest in the city. People only knew that he was cold, majestic, modest and placed himself above everyone else. He never had a woman by his side. He was the last and only elegant gentleman in the upper-class society. Until one day, a certain gossip Weibo posted a photo: On the roadside late at night, Bo Jinlan was wearing a suit and leather shoes, pressing a girl in a red dress against the car as he kissed her. The whole upper society was in an uproar. No one ever thought the always gentle and elegant Bo Jinlan would act so wild in private! Jiang Yaoyao: “Mr. Bo is not only wild in private, but he’s also very seductive!” [Female lead] Jiang Yaoyao had secretly loved Bo Jinlan for many years. She carefully hid her feelings, until she woke up one day in a hotel with him lying beside her… Later, when she became Bo Jinlan’s fiancee, nobody in the Jiang family dared to bully her anymore. All the bigshots in high society were respectful to her. Everywhere she went, a bunch of younger people would call her “sister-in-law”. And then… Mr. Bo was suddenly so addicted to her!

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind. "Is there magic in this world?" Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No." "But there are miracles." "What are miracles?" "A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit." The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder." "Magic!" Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!" "No." His uncle said, "These are truly miracles." Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

Just a normal neighbor? Blackmail? Femdom?

When a mysterious box appears in his antique shop, Zane's ordinary life shatters—literally—as a leather-clad stranger crashes through his window to steal it. But the theft is only the beginning. Now demons stalk the streets of Asgard, all hunting for Zane, and the box's secrets. His sole protection? Blaine, the irritable thief himself, who turns out to be a fallen angel's son cursed with divine Wrath. Now Zane's quiet life spirals into chaos as he's forced to trust Blaine. Together, they race to find out the box's secrets before the demons hunting them can claim it. But as Zane is drawn deeper into Blaine's world , he realizes the bigger danger might be falling for someone who has sworn never to love. The box holds a power that could tip the balance between Heaven and Hell. And Zane's ordinary life isn't the only thing at stake anymore.

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!

One was for gold, two is for a secret never to be told. The search for the splitting pearl will also lead to the truth of the history of this world. Let us hope that our main hero, or villain of the story, Tsung Yue will guide us through the true judgment of equilibrium. *For character design and story-related art, you can search for my username on Tumblr :) love y’all, mwah. (ok how do power stones work) P.S.: I apologize for the lack of information and the corny synopsis but you can get the context from chapter 0.

There are 4 Duke's In the Holy Empire And John Well Is One Of The Duke's But Out of The 4 Dukedom Well's Are The Weakest So Much So That Even Some People Question If There are a Dukedom Now Our MC John Well, Gets a Humiliation System With That Maybe He can Save His Dukedom From Collapsing? "WARNING" This novel will have mc humiliated by character's Involving #Incest #Cuckold #Femdom #NTR #netorare #netorase #Clean ups #sph #Chastity Cage #Forced Feminization #Bdsm # Cbt#Harem If You are Not Into That Stuff Please Kindly Leave and Let Others Enjoy

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

synopsis: Here in my life: Past year's ago Papa's death had already veiled our family in a sheet of frost and if something happened to my younger brother now,I'm afraid that I would lose the courage to live. I almost collapsed when I heard the news of Cielo's accident and my tears keeps streaming down to my cheeks seeing him lying at the hospital bed with tube's connected all over his body. The situation doesn't look good and the residential doctors did all their best to save my brother from danger however there was a hemorrhage within his cranium and the location of the bleeding is extremely sensitive and only the best neurosurgeon can proceed the second operation.It also mean that his situation hadn't stabilized yet. Knowing this, I ultimately lose myself as I burst into tear's begging the doctors to save my brother's life but all of them didn't have a full confidence to perform the second operation. "You knew what to do bro." Bernard sincerely suggested while looking at Harrish who's sitting beside me. We are inside of his office and both of us seated at the black leather sofa. "I know but it's not easy." Harrish sighed while looking at me. "I can asked for help but it will take time for my uncle to do the operation because of his line up appointments." "And he is only available to his family member and Xiah is not related to you,so she needed to wait." Bernard said warily. "But Cielos condition well be at risked if we will not do the operation ASAP." "I know but my uncle has his own protocols and only related to him had that privileged." Harrish said in low voice and the two gentlemen deeply sighed. "We need to make a way." Bernard said as he stood up on his chair and the both of us followed. "Please save my brother!" I say through my sob while holding on Bernard hand. "We will do our best but you need to be strong for him." Bernard gently said as he tap my hand by his "You can discuss this matter." He sighed "As for now,I have to excuse myself to check my patients." He politely added and slowly walked out the room. "Let's get married." Harrish said after some time and silence fell all over the place after I heard his word. Shocked by his words,I looked at him with a serious expression on my face. "If you want you can make a contract about the marriage." He suggested "And I will agree all your terms and conditions." Did he really mention about marriage at critical time like this?Is he serious? I smiled bitterly."Are you not done playing my heart?" I asked in a hard tone but it didn't anger him instead Harrish gently cupped my face and wipe out my tears through his thumb. "Do this for your brother." He breath out "And this way I can help you." I scoffed "Help me?" I asked in sarcasm tone but he still calm and composed. "You always knew that I will do everything for you." Harrish words is deep and hard for me to understand. I should be mad at him,curse him and shout at him but I can't. My mind don't believe on everything he says but my heart believed the other way. Is there a hope for us after the heartbreaking happened between us? Do i still have his heart? “We are free to choose, but there is no exception you are from the consequences of the choices we made.” Hanniexiah I am a fine architect worked as a chief director to my father’s construction firm. I lived my life according to my free well not until my younger brother Celo got involved I a car accident and the only to save him form critical condition is to marry Harrish James Talledo, I needed to marry my ex boyfriend which is my first love and my first heartbreak. We secretly get married that last for two years base on the contract which we both agreed but Harrish is welling do everything to make me fall in love again simply because he is deeply in love with me?

Kyle lived a mundane life for all twenty years on this mundane planet. His life only made interesting by the sexual fantasies running through his head of being dominated by a woman. Yet those were dreams, or they were until he found one billion dollars randomly in his bank account. Things could surely go up from there right? Femdom: Yes Harem: Yes NTR: Yes Incest: Yes Brutal Segs: Yes A/N: Mc is pathetic and stupid cause I am kinda biased ngl. Don't expect him to be some braniac, he is a dumbass who thinks with his pants.

Take one crazy quirky girl and a whole bunch of funny dorky queens (and nerds), Mix with a drop of fashion and... Garnish with a jar full of trouble = DISASTER!!!!! All it takes to homecoming is a committee of weirdly crazy ambitious fashion queens(and nerd) a glorious matchmake made from heaven, a totally gorge jock and one mean witch. When the event planning committee made of sworn besties, cool Dawn, Silly Shayna, Dorky Clarissa, Nerdy June and creative quirky team leader, Summer gets the big break to organize homecoming for the very first time... and for pay... everything's all colors and rainbows. what could possibly go wrong? EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Summer diaries is a central upbeat Teen/YA fiction novel told from the funny hilarious perspective of high school dork, Summer Scotts and her tales of wild crazy adventures with her wild adventurous friends, Shayna, Charlize, June and dawn. together, they make up the EPC, an event planning committee. things are all colors and rainbows and star dust when they land the hit deal of organizing homecoming. however, with problems like June's crush madness on the roll, a witch in Gabbana and Gucci heels and a cutie in blonde and leather jackets, will homecoming be their best night of all, or would it all go down the drain?

Here in my life: Past year's ago Papa's death had already veiled our family in a sheet of frost and if something happened to my younger brother now,I'm afraid that I would lose the courage to live. I almost collapsed when I heard the news of Cielo's accident and my tears keeps streaming down to my cheeks seeing him lying at the hospital bed with tube's connected to his body. The situation doesn't look good and the residential doctors did all their best to save my brother from danger however there was a hemorrhage within his cranium and the location of the bleeding is extremely sensitive and only the best neurosurgeon can proceed the second operation.It also mean that his situation hadn't stabilized yet. Knowing this, I ultimately lose myself as I burst into tear's begging the doctors to save my brother's life but all of them didn't have a full confidence to perform the second operation. "You knew what to do bro." Bernard sincerely suggested while looking at Harrish who's sitting beside me. We are inside of his office and both of us seated at the black leather sofa. "I know but it's not easy." Harrish sighed while looking at me. "I can asked for help but it will take time for my uncle to do the operation because of his line up appointments." "And he is only available to his family and Xiah is not related to you,so she needed to wait." Bernard said warily. "But Cielos condition well be at risk if we will not do the operation ASAP." "I know but my uncle has his own protocols and only related to him had that privileged." Harrish said in low voice and the two gentlemen deeply sighed. "We need to make a way." Bernard said as he stood up on his chair and the both of us followed. "Please save my brother!" I say through my sob while holding on Bernard hand. "We will do our best but you need to be strong for him." Bernard gently said as he tap my hand by his "You can discuss this matter." He sighed "As for now,I have to excuse myself to check my patients." He politely added and slowly walked out the room. "Let's get married." Harrish said after some time and silence fell all over the place after I heard his word. Shocked by his words,I looked at him with a serious expression on my face. "If you want you can make a contract about the marriage." He suggested "And I will agree all your terms and conditions." Did he really mention about marriage at critical time like this?Is he serious? I smiled bitterly."Are you not done playing my heart?" I asked in a hard tone but it didn't anger him instead Harrish gently cupped my face and wipe out my tears through his thumb. "Do this for your brother." He breath out "And this way I can help you." I scoffed "Help me?" I asked in sarcasm tone but he still calm and composed. "You always knew that I can do everything for you." Harrish words is deep and hard for me to understand. I should be mad at him,curse him and shout at him but I can't. My mind don't believe on everything he says but my hear believed the opposite. Is there a hope for us after the heartbreaking happened between us? Is my heart still belong to me the way his heart belongs to me?

Beneath the dazzling facade of the city Silverwood, a web of decay festers under the control of powerful women. Will the coming storm of blood and fury wash away the sordid conspiracies lurking in its shadows?

The God of death holds a leather bound diary close to his heart, within is a novel worth nearly more then a thousand words for a million lifetimes. Where he drops his quill- His brother is there to pick it back up and continue..

Triya, an art student, embraced life with joy and a carefree spirit, indulging in her whims as the only child of her parents. Her knack for collecting peculiar items was as unique as her methods for obtaining them. However, amidst her unconventional group of friends, she observed something intriguing about Karan, a fellow art student living a solitary life like her. Karan, shrouded in quietness and secrecy, held an unusual secret close to his heart, not letting anyone in his life because of this same reason. To Triya's disbelief, he orgasmed after consuming apples, an act that was out of his control. Once she found out about his secret, Triya's fascination with Karan's peculiar quirk set the stage for an unexpected connection, binding them in a peculiar relationship. Will Triya be able to crack the solid nut called Karan? Will Karan accept her despite the fact that their relationship started with a lustrous thought?

Leena, a 20-year-old college student, appears aloof, mean, and intimidating, yet her intelligence and beauty command admiration. She guards her personal life fiercely, only revealing glimpses of her true self to a select few friends. Her days are a quiet blend of solitary apartment life and college interactions. But everything changes when she wakes from a lustrous dream. In this dream, she is with Vihan, caressing him in a lustrous grasp, seeking the sounds of his pleasure, a fellow 20-year-old college student who exudes anxiety and silence. His friends protect him diligently, privy to every detail of his life, except one - his secret crush on Leena, who remains oblivious to his feelings. As Leena's recurring dreams draw her closer to Vihan, a sexual and passionate relationship blossoms, devoid of emotional equilibrium. Their lives take an unsteady turn as they navigate uncharted waters. The question looms: will their unique bond evolve into something more profound, forcing them to grow and confront their emotions, or will they retreat into their initial emotional detachment, leaving their peculiar connection unexplored? In this enigmatic tale of self-discovery and unlikely love, Leena and Vihan face a choice that could change their lives forever.

Shen Yuan, the legitimate daughter of the Hou Mansion, is known for her beauty, with a face like a hibiscus and skin like smooth jade—reputed as the most beautiful woman in Yangzhou. She is betrothed to Lu Shen, the Earl of Kangping, yet soon after their engagement, she has a dream. In the dream, her husband coldly neglects her. Lu Shen’s reason for marrying her turns out to be her resemblance to her half-sister, who mysteriously disappeared. When the sister eventually returns, Shen Yuan suffers a tragic and lonely death. The one who mourns her loss the most, however, is Lu Shen’s uncle, Lu Zhiyun—a powerful and ruthless Grand Chancellor and Duke of the Nation, feared across the court. Every month, he visits her grave alone, keeping silent company, even as Shen Yuan lies long-departed. Unmarried to the end, Lu Zhiyun ultimately visits the Hou Mansion to take her spirit tablet as his bride. After being reborn, Shen Yuan vows not to repeat her misfortunes and instead sets her sights on the cold, stoic power-holder. At the Garden of Joy banquet, Lu Zhiyun appears: a man past thirty, handsome and mature, clad in a red court robe with a leather belt and a jade crown, exuding an aura of restrained dignity. As he passes by her, Shen Yuan intentionally lets her handkerchief fall, hoping to draw closer and test his response. Lu Zhiyun, known to avoid women and despise the scent of powder, surprises everyone who expects to see Shen Yuan make a fool of herself. The usually aloof Chancellor picks up her handkerchief instead, his expression indifferent, and only says in a low voice, “Take it.” No one knows he has carried a yearning for this beauty across two lifetimes.

Ava is rebirth, rebirth as a vicious girl in a novel she'd read. In the original book, Aaden,the boss of the world's top fashion and luxury goods group proposed to break off the engagement to his fiancee Avery, after meeting the heroine Bella. Avery received a huge sum of money as compensation, but she was still depressed for the rest of her life. But now，Ava rebirth as Avery. Ava:"You don't have to serve your husband, but can still get such a big amount money. Is there such a perfect thing?" Ava came from last age, before she entered the book and reborn as Avery, she want to be a fashion blogger. So she proposed that in addition to sharing the money, she would also be allowed to lend the jewelry, clothes and bags collected by Aaden's family indefinitely. Aaden agreed, but did not break off the engagement.Later, Ava posted outfits on INS and YT: a dress with white shoes, a coat with a sweatshirt and sneakers. In this ancient novel about the popularity of tight skirts and high heels, she quickly became popular! With her gemstone crown, imperial green emerald, and handmade high-end vintage evening gown, she was featured on the first cover of "TOP" magazine, nominating the mysterious fashion blogger that major blue-blood brands most want to cooperate with! The fashion and luxury goods empire headed by Aaden is the second oldest in this book. Aaden dreams of becoming top one. At the wedding break-up scene, his fiancee thought after seeing the next season’s key products:"Is it ten centimeters to hate the sky? If you wear this in the last days, you will die in three steps."Aaden: This marriage is irrevocable. The original person Avery drugged Aaden and Aaden used this as a threat to force Ava to live with him. From then on, Aaden, an arrogant and conceited boss changed his style and turned into a follower who was obsessed with eavesdropping on his fiancee. Aaden not only took out his black leather book at any time, but also took notes carefully and nodded frequently. He often asked "without shame": "What is French style? Old money style? Quiet luxury style?..." As the heroine of the original book, Bella is the most unique existence compared to the male protagonist Ava. Her appearance is a beam of light, illuminating the originally "meaningless" life of the ascetic workaholic... Bella, who had foreseen the plot, waited for the original book heroine Avery to be divorced by Aaden's family. She waited and waited until the hot search: # Top luxury brand young tycoon secret meeting new internet celebrity#, #AN President Aaden once said that his fiancee is the only one in his life#...

[One] The first time she saw him, he was just coming out of the theater, holding a cane, wearing a dark gray overcoat with the hem reaching down to his knees, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was tall and straight. His fingers were long, and his knuckles were large and prominent. So much so that she completely didn't notice his grizzled temples and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Later, she learned that he had been married three times and his eldest daughter had already married and had children. He is fifty-five years old. He is an old man who could be her father. [Two] "We are not suitable.I am too old." He said with a smile, lit a cigar, and held it lightly between two knuckly fingers. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over him. Although he was over fifty, he had kept his figure very well. His chest muscles were firm and his abdomen was flat. The most crucial thing was that his eyes were full of maturity and wisdom. Unlike some young lads, he could restrain his smile. He could laugh heartily, but no matter how heartily he laughed, there was always an endearing elegance. Being too old is not his fault. She thought it was that she was too young. Men all like young and beautiful girls, but at this moment, in front of him, being young has unexpectedly become her disadvantage. She is deeply self-abased because of her youth. [Three] If they were just two souls, without age. without gender, without identity, completely disconnected from the outside world, then they could indeed fall in love. One soul is qualified to love another soul. However, an old life does not have the qualification to love a young life. One-sentence summary: Little crazy one x Old man Theme: Love can transcend everything.

"I am the rightful Luna of your pack. A position I will not share with your whores. They can warm your bed, and bear your pups, but I didn't leave my family behind, to become a nobody in your pack." I finished calmly, laying back on the leather seat, my eyes forward. I heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled internally. He jerked my hand, making me flinch. "It is my pack and what I say goes." He bellowed, narrowing his eyes on me. "And if I say no one should know you are mate that is exactly what is gonna happen." He held my hand too tightly. I am sure it will leave a bruising. "I, Daphne Roberts, reject you, Alpha Kieran Robinson as my mate." ********* Kieran Robinson is the most feared and ruthless Alpha ever lived. He is used to having everyone worship the very ground he walks on until he meets his mate. An Omega with a mouth that cuts deep than any dagger could. She, despite her frail frame, is a force of nature and, Alpha Kieran's worst nightmare.

[MATURE CONTENT] Uncle Heath gave me a look that said that he knows what I'm doing and that he finds me petty and a scheming sly fox. He suggested countless times that I changed my codename from The Countess to Fox or Nine-tailed Fox, because he says it suits me better, or a Serpent, but I don't care. I am literally a Countess after all. He sighed. "Okay, Countess, you won. But if you get yourself killed on this, the same way your parents and their friends later on did, don't come back to haunt me as a ghost. I've been trying to protect you, as I promised I would as your Godfather, but you are a stubborn lil thing who kept insisting on this. You're 27 now, you better not die younger than you mom did." "Wait," Harriet gasped, "the mission you want," "It's the one my parents were working on when they died. Probably the reason why they died and related to their killers," sigh. "It's what kept me working all of those years, the hope on getting my hands on this mission, and uncover what actually happened in July 9th of 1999." I hate number 9, it signifies unluck to me, while 7 is my lucky number. Call me superstitious if you want, I feel like it's an actual thing. "All the documents on their death are here, it's kept secret together with the archived mission they were working in." "Ah, Selene," she said softly, coming closer, full of compassion but not touching me, as her hands are dirty with uncle Heath's cock. Ew, ew. "It's okay, it's been 24 years now," sigh. "Which makes me want to solve it even more," then I turned my eyes to uncle Heath, who was now up, standing at 1.97m, opening his safe that's hidden behind the big painting of a scenery found in Sicily, Italy, which Harriet painted. Picking a thick file in a leather case, he held it under his left arms and locked the safe again, covering it with the painting. I broke into it once, but I was unable to crack the code of the safe. I always knew he hid this file in there, "Be careful, for the love of God, Selene." "I will, I promise!" Narrowing his eyes, he raised his right pinky finger and I cringed in disgust. "Wash your hands first, ew." Rolling his eyes, we quickly went to the bathroom at the back of his office and then came back, hands clean, file still under his arm. "There you go, now, pinky it up, I know better than believe your shallow spoken words by now, I know how scheming you are." Grinning like a wolf who had been caught in sheep's clothing, I raised my pinky finger and intertwined with his. "I promise I'll be careful." Sigh, "I can't believe I'm giving you this. The last two times I gave these damned files to someone, they died. You batter change that statistics to 2:1 instead of 3:0, Selene. Do you understand me?" I grabbed the files, but he kept his hold on it, "I understand," with all my strength, I tried tugging it to me and out of his grip, and after a lil struggle, he let go.

Betty Johnson is 19 years old and still works and lives on her families farm. She and her boyfriend, Jim White, have plans on getting married soon and owning their own farm but things change when one day in the woods, Betty finds a mysterious locked leather bag and she isn't sure if she can trust Jim any longer. On top of that, her neighbor John Doe, comes into the picture and Betty can't seem to shake him from her side. Read the first chapter of this country mystery/romance now!

Filled with smut. Might make a continuous story but who knows, I'm merely going with the flow. Contains: Femdom and sub love interest. The cover's picture is not mine, found the picture on Google.

850 years have passed since Zargorwarths defeat and the Vermillion Empires sudden surge in power over the Multiverse. Victor Silvertounge the last of the Guardians of Light, stood overseeing the balance to ensure that it did not fall into the darkness. Victor could feel a change coming soon, the balance had been shifting and he did not know why but could sense that a Dra’ghoul was about to be born the first one since Draco Dra’ghoul Emma Silvertounge a Syeer far stronger than any other seen before while only at the young age of sixteen walked pieces of her crimson hair fell in front of her sea-blue eyes and her freckled checks “ Father, Who is Lupine Riddle ?” She asked Victor froze all time stood still, “ My child. Who told you about him? Victor said slowly his voice trembling with fear Emma replied “ No one I had a dream and his name popped into my head as did Angel born and Wolfkin. What do they mean?” Victor did not respond for a moment “ Tell me Emma did you see a Sword of Crimson Fire, a Spear of Golden Light, and an Ax with a wolf's head engraved on the hilt?” She nodded slowly Victor sighed “ I feared as much. One last question was there a child with a dragon tattoo on his right arm?” Emma nodded Victor refined from cursing “ my child it would seem that you are somehow linked with this new Dra’ghoul and those you saw in your vision. Do you know where he will be born?” Emma replied, “ Haven Valley his mother Ashi Ember was just pronounced pregnant.” Victor picked up his staff and said “ good then we will go and live in Haven Valley post haste.” Emma replied, “ but what about the balance?” Victor paused and said “ There is nothing I can do to prevent what will happen. The Balance will fall to darkness if I am here or not. Victor turned to Emma who was looking out at the ever-expanding Space-Time Contium the images of her vision burned into her mind never to leave. Victor placed a hand on her shoulder "We must leave post-haste the sooner we can get to the mother the better." Emma nodded before they left she went and packed a medium sized bag with cloths, a leather bond book named Tales of Tylingariea by Damion Vixen Dorima and secered a silver blaclet onto her right wrist with a loud click the braclet clamped around her wrist buzzing and turning a dark blue.. she picked up her bag and meet Victer in front of a massive green portal that lead to the Haven. Taking one last look back at the Bridge of Reality Emma walked into the portal and the Wheels of Destiny for her and others were set into motion

Neither gender oriented. Just a vent posts of mine from Tumblr that I posted to quotev and now here. These are vent posts.

"As a little lesson, try believing in things that are impossible. After all, how else can they become?" Yroa is a petitely hung, sadistic, mischievous, yet charismatic male prostitute who was born with a face befitting that of a youthful goddess, something that should be bestowed to a woman—not a man. However, instead of loathing it, he used this gift to its fullest, leading to a rather successful and lecherous life until his unfortunate end welcomed him in front of the inferno’s gate. Unexpectedly, a sequence of salvations arrives, resulting in his second chance in life within the new world of Yassimhre as a Living Dungeon Core! In a world where values are numbered, the sky of cultivation is limitless—while the Gods and Goddesses are gambling on how things will go in the grand scheme of emanation, how will he survive? ___________ Reader discretion is advised: Explicit and mature content ahead! If it isn’t obvious enough, the MC is a Trap, albeit an aggressive and dominant one instead of meek and submissive. There’s no Yuri, Yaoi, nor NTR content, but a significant potential for Netori can be found. At the same time, a lot of straight Trapdom and Josou Seme. Occasionally, Femdom. Average word count per chapter is 2000-4000 outside of the short prologue. With it, the author wishes you a good day. May there be light, and the tale that follows it along the way.