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A gray haired gray eyed man dies and gets reincarnated with a demonic leveling system

This is a story that took place in 1927 and portrays a family of peasants who lived in the countryside in Hungary. Where a beautiful girl is born, perfection never seen before, eyes as clear blue as the sky, skin as smooth as silk, hair as blond as wheat in the sun. With an outcome that was never expected…. BLONDE AS HONEY

Forcefully teleporting someone into a deadly game is not a nice thing to do, but now that he is here, and a rich reward has been promised to the survivors, our protagonist must fortify himself, for he has people to find, and a game to survive. At least there's magic, he thinks, as the bloodstains on his clothes vanish.

In the bustling city of New York, two vastly different worlds collide at a prestigious university. Alex, a prodigy on the football field, is focused on securing a better future for his family. With his striking blonde looks, piercing blue eyes, and disciplined lifestyle, he seems untouchable—but he hides a vulnerability beneath his perfect facade. Olivia, on the other hand, is a fiery artist with a passion for life. Her red hair and dazzling personality turn heads everywhere she goes. Coming from a wealthy family, she exudes confidence and freedom, exploring the world with unapologetic curiosity. When their paths cross, sparks fly. Yet their contrasting lives and views create more questions than answers. As their bond deepens through late-night conversations and unexpected encounters, both Alex and Olivia are forced to confront what they truly want—and what they’re willing to risk to find it. “Beneath the Surface” is a story of passion, discovery, and the magnetic pull between opposites. In a world of expectations and hidden desires, will they dare to uncover the truth about themselves—and each other?

Maya O'Connor, an ambitious marketing professional, lands her dream job at Catalyst Marketing, only to find her boss is Ryan Turner—her college rival. While Maya is determined to prove herself, unaware that Ryan secretly harbors feelings for her from their past. As their old rivalry resurfaces, they navigate office challenges and quirky colleagues, all while dealing with misunderstandings that keep pulling them apart. Disaster Meets Destiny is a funny, heartfelt journey of growth, unexpected connections, and the tension between love and rivalry. © Anshi_xoxo 2024. All rights reserved.

"Come, do you still want to find that loser" he said looking intently at me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, but I ignored him. And in an instant he pulled out of me. "What the fuck Zard" I was soo frustrated then he pulled me back by my neck his gaze piercing through my "then answer me love". I began stammering "n-no-nope I don't wanna see him aga...ahhhhh", a moan escaped me as his member entered me interrupting me.

“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered. “Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.” “Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of what he was into. “Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.” **** For Becca, going to Miami brought up old childhood memories with her best friend, Tally. She needed the break after a rough year attending Yale and a break-up with her boyfriend, Chad. She didn’t expect for her summer of fun to include sleeping with James, the Italian Stallion–Tally’s father. Knowing it’s wrong, she allows James to pull her into a vortex of pleasure that has her breaching the surface of reality and grasping for survival. Can Becca endure this pleasure without Tally finding out? Or will her secrets cause her world to crash around her? Submitting to My Best Friend’s Dad is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Hu win, a kid who had once had silver hair but turned it into black to form his hatred towards his parents

A white-haired boy trudged through the blizzard, each step heavy with the weight of a painful, empty life, carrying his unconscious brother in his arms. The cold bit at his skin, threatening to consume them both. Just as his vision blurred with frost and despair, a figure appeared—a man with jet-black hair and a dark blue coat, holding an umbrella that shielded them from the storm. The boy's world dimmed, and he collapsed into the snow.

Naël knows the end is near. An incurable disease will soon take her, but before she disappears, she has one last mission: revenge. Petter and Lauriane betrayed her, plotting to steal her fortune. But what she doesn't know is that, as the vengeance unfolds, a dangerous bond begins to form between Naël and the one she thought she would hate forever. But what happens when her heart starts playing a game she can no longer control? And who is truly pulling the strings of their lives in the shadows? Discover a story where revenge, love, and secrets intertwine.

Two worlds pulled together with by fate for each other

Story Background: This is a world where vampires and humans coexist, and the status of vampires and humans has been reversed. Character Settings: The female protagonist is Cynthia, a red-haired vampire girl. She is the offspring of a human and a vampire. As a result, she can enjoy sunbathing in the afternoon and taste delicious human snacks. With her fair skin and eternal youth, she has won numerous suitors. However, every full moon night, a violent aura will appear on her. The male protagonist is a silver-haired man. Although his specific identity and background are not described in detail in the story, he has a great attraction for Cynthia. Story Synopsis: Cynthia has no trouble dealing with the pursuit of numerous vampires and vampire hunters. And she has a love story full of fun and twists and turns with the silver-haired man. From their initial acquaintance, when Cynthia called herself "Little Bunny", to a series of light-hearted, humorous and slightly ambiguous interactions later, such as "Mr. Hu, you have a little bunny to sign for", their feelings gradually grew deeper during the bickering and playing around. Although Cynthia would be chained up by the silver-haired man, the chains were always loose. She would even tie herself up with ropes, pretending to be captured, and the silver-haired man would cooperate with her by untying the chains and setting her free. All these details reflect the unique affection between them.

‘What the fuck are you doing!?’ Anaïs screamed I placed my hand over her mouth and pulled her below the wall ‘I’m saving your fucking sister, you’re welcome.’ I scream whispered at her I signaled her to stay still and pulled the last book on the shelf, it made a loud click like Mason said it would and the carpet pulled back showing a flat metal door. I took a deep breath, this was it.

Hi! I am just going to use a.... different name for myself? Inferno? that works This is my survival log, I was brought to this world alongside my classmates, it's kind of scary I am the 'sage', a fact i have hid from everyone because i am scared of these people, these..... otherworlders, they have no remorse of pulling us here..... I am making this log as a plea of help, so.... Thank you for reading, I am wishing and praying I make it back home....

This is the story of 21-year-old Inaya Waqar who belongs to a middle-class family. Fair complexion, black long hair, hazel Green eyes, and natural pink lips. She was undoubtedly very beautiful. What made her even more beautiful was her innocence and modesty. She was a dept at attracting anyone easily. 28-year-old Irtiza Meer Alam is aggressive, arrogant, and has the finest personality. Fair complexion, dark black eyes, was 6 feet tall height, and had black hair which he kept on the one side of the forehead. The seriousness of his face made him more attractive. She is water. He is Fire. She is his Sunshine. He's hers, old man. What will happen when someone doesn't listen to anyone? Seeing a little innocent girl, his stone heart soften.

As the right-hand man to the city's most ruthless crime boss, Victor “Bloody Dog” Gabriel has been his most trusted and ruthless enforcer, and when necessary, a puppet master, pulling the strings of the city's underworld. But as the years went on and the city experience changed due to it with new, younger, more ruthless players emerging, Victor finds that the once-stable world he painstakingly built is gradually crumbling around him. In a funny twist of fate, before he could even find out about this situation, he somehow got roped into another unexpected situation when a mysterious grand-looking lady appeared out of nowhere and offered him a job that was too good to be true. As an identical lookalike of a notorious yet small gang leader, he was “asked” to be undercover for the government officials as the leader himself. He finds this entire situation to be really hilarious and originally he wished to decline the offer but with a certain offer he couldn’t refuse, he agreed to do it. As he delves deeper into this undercover mission, Victor will soon come face-to-face with far more shocking news than he had ever anticipated in his entire life. At that moment, Victor must decide whether he should seize control of the matter, even if it means pulling the strings on his own demise or forever feeling ashamed for failing to do anything at all.

His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees, and then her thighs. The soft white skin-it all looked so smooth. She watched him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize every detail of her. It made her feel so warm inside, to know that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much. When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback. He cocked his head and met her gaze. She suddenly got self-conscious and sat up. "What? Is there something wrong?" He was staring at her bush, or more precisely. the lack thereof! There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly hair that started just above the hood of her clit, went up three inches, and stopped. He was totally confused. He had never seen any woman that had just a thin strip of hair down there. It was either all over and thick; or, if they were very young, not there yet, or just some fuzz. His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully forward, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out why it looked the way it did. She saw his expression was one of confusion, not disgust as she had feared. She relaxed a little.

Raised in a world where black hair is stigmatized, and magic is everything. One boy wants to show everyone, you don't need magic to be strong and to show them hate will bring nothing.

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells? *** "So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—" "F-Father…" " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four. "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. "Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— " "STOP!!!!!"

The world is dying. From the depths of the killing fields, a soldier rises. Though seemingly insignificant, his actions are tied to the very fate of the world. Will he pull it back from the brink, or push it over into oblivion?

“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.

A love story between two girls in college. Ayane Hyuga a simple girl with brown hair and green eyes and Sora Ame a blue hair girl with sky blue eyes and a white headband, met by chance in a unique way. Both of them grew to know eachother and fell in love over time. However Sora has a special condition that causes her to sometimes... Read to find out!!

Roan Estreyiel Gracie is a Nobleman and Knight of the Realm who has been falsely accused of the crime of unreasonable murder of a High Priest.Things are not as they seem as Roan suspect that there is someone behind pulling the strings.Follow the journey of our Noble Knight as he uncovers the truth.

Wendy, a blue-haired DemiGoddess is partnered with a silver-haired nun in training named Hibiki. They go on an adventure to track down and exorcize demons to save the world, romance flourishes.

Genevieve, a fearless journalist with a knack for exposing hidden truths, crosses paths with Brandstone, a magnetic entrepreneur shrouded in mystery. Their undeniable chemistry pulls them into a whirlwind romance, but beneath the surface lies a web of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desires. As their connection deepens, Genevieve uncovers Brandstone's dangerous double life, while her own entanglements threaten to pull them apart. In a world where love and lust collide with deception, both must decide: will their passion survive the shadows, or will the darkness consume them?

Dylan is being hunted, and Zephaniah risks life and limb to save him while demon lords pull the strings. This story is graphic and will have some serious topics. Viewer discretion is advised

"Did you think healing me would make me love you more?" He scoffed grabbing my hair as he pulled me towards the door. "You're hurting me, Xavier," I cried beating against him weakly. There was not much I could do. "If I ever see you an inch close to me," He threw me against the wall "I'll damn the consequences and kill you,". *** My mate and I were destined to hate each other, only an act of true love or selflessness from the stronger mate could set our destines on the right path but for seven years, I had to put up with my mate's abuse and his supposed love of his life until one day I decided to leave. I left, determined to stay hidden from him forever... but I found out I was pregnant few weeks later.

Follow Mathúin (Moon) as he guides an odd group of kids across Paldea on their individual journeys to find their own "Treasure"! Sightseeing, training, laughing, relaxing, and getting a girlfriend are his main goals. From trying to emulate his dads training methods to drop kicking his best friend across the campsite for pulling a prank. From giving his students life and love advice to boxing his crush over who has the better Ace. He will do his best for the kids under his wing.

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

Helel painfully watched as the girl he cared for got hanged in front of the whole town. After he returned back to the palace, he made up his mind to deal with queen Helena and her minions. he had found love in the brown haired girl who had come along with the royal tailor, the king wanted to host a great ball for all creatures and all the royals needed new outfits for the ceremony. Helel was not interested in any of these but had to do what his father wanted, he only came back to make the lives of some people a living hell before sending them to hell one after the other. he came out of the bathroom and found a brownie not too curvey lady staring at carvings on his walls, he stood there admiring her features and hiding his highly intimidating presence and she still looked in owe, her jaws dropped when her eyes landed on a half naked prince. He had a white towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet on his shoulder driving down his chiseled chest and her eyes wondered even more, his well packaged body was undeniably lovely, his fine pacs and the v shape it gave from his sides that hid inside the towel. he cleared his throat before her brown eyes landed on his beautiful face, her lips parted again as if she was trying to make a drawing of this beautiful scene in her head, the smile on his face turned into a frown and he cleared his throat again, staring at her hard. she bowed her head and took few steps backwards with her face turning pink out of embarrassment, she sucked in her lower lip trying her best to not make it shiver. " what do you want?" his deep voice broke the silence and her eyes shakily moved to meet his dark red orbs that flickered with something she couldn't pinpoint. she froze when he started moving, he was so close that their bodies met, his face coming into view and she held her breath. his cold gaze landed on her and he could see right through her, he stretched his hand and for a moment she thought the vampire prince was going to kill her. he opened the wardrobe behind to pull out white shirt and black pants before pulling away from her to wear the shirt, "did your tongue get pulled out of your mouth, speak! I don't have all day" he said in an irritated tone and Constance swallowed, taking in a deep breath she mastered to talk still with her head down not meeting that strange beauty of a man. "my prince, the king sent me to get your measurements...... am sorry for my imprudence, I didn't know-" her words cut short because Helel was done with it, " do what you are here to do and leave!" he said so cold that Constance shivered, she was no human so why was she so weak in front of the prince?