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“Helena if I could be with you every moment of every day, fuck, I’d take that,” Romeo growled as he kissed her neck, sucking and licking along the way as well. “We’ve already lost nine years, Helena, I’m not wasting a moment more," Romeo hissed as his lips crashed against Helena’s. She let out a moan as Romeo lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. “Feel that, love?” Romeo asked as he pushed his cock against her. “Feel what you do to me?” Nine years ago Helena Willow ran and on her first day back she meets an Alpha whom she connected with on a different level. An Alpha that could be her Mate. When she left her pack she left her family and the love of her life, her stepbrother Romeo Blackmoon. What happens when she discovers that the Alpha she's slept with was her stepbrother and that he could be her mate?

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

FREE BOOK!! {SLOW BURN ROMANCE + BILLIONAIRE CEO} He raises up my chin with his finger, his piercing blue eyes flickering between my lips and eyes. "Do you think I like her?". He starts leaning in. Everywhere starts getting hot. I know that the AC in my room is working perfectly well so what is this. His breath fans my face and heat immediately goes between my legs. "Maybe". I say in a breathy whisper. I can't let him kiss me. He is my boss. "Hmm. Yes or no?". He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to himself. "No". My breath gets stuck in my throat. His hand goes to the back of my neck and he smashes his lips against mine. ********************* Mia Pierce is drowning in endless bills whilst struggling to pay her sick sister's bills when she takes the job of billionaire CEO Lucas Ross' daughter. Lucas, a widower of seven years, is emotionally closed off but finds himself feeling things he shouldn't when Mia enters his life. Is this another love story or will everything come crashing down?

I swallowed down nothing. Nothing in the entire world would have been enough to prepare me for the next words that came out of his mouth. “Be my wife.” I coughed and pushed him away standing up from the sofa immediately. The surprise look on his face was evident despite the mask he had on. “Why? Am I not good a candidate for you?” He asked not in anyway angry from my push. He stood up and again before I could register what he's about doing, his right hand were wrapped around my waist, his left hand around my neck. “I'm neither asking nor requesting you to do it Serena, I'm ordering you to be my wife." ... Disowned and banished, Serena walks away from the one place she has come to cherish and love. Exposed to the outside world, she's faced with a demanding decision that would determine her life. What happens when she starts to unravel the dark secret surrounding her birth. Would she still be the meek young hybrid or would she trample on her assailants?

Coreline A Foxy Tale – A Cyberpunk Adventure of Survival, Secrets, and Newly Found Connections In a city where masks hide more than just faces, survival is the only game that matters. Beneath the neon glow of Coreline, there’s a fox—Nox. He’s no hero. No villain. Just a cheeky street hustler who knows how to talk his way out of trouble, most of the times. Until he finds something he wasn’t supposed to. A mysterious mask. A USB stick packed with secrets. A deal that drags him straight into the monster’s maw, but going forward is the only way out. Now, everyone wants a piece of him—the Syndicates, the Enforcers, the Bloodhounds—the kind of people who don’t take ‘no’ for an answer. With an old debt breathing down his neck and the city itself closing in, Nox has to outsmart them all—or lose everything. https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/108095/coreline-a-foxy-adventure Cyberpunk | Mystery | Adventure | Comedy = Coreline

Doomsday crisis, zombies are attacking, the situation is critical. Don't let our enemies change from zombies coming at us to humans we protect behind us. "Brother, what would you do if I turned into an irredeemable zombie?" “…kill you.” "Then do you know what I would do if you turned into a zombie?" "Kill me." "No," he lifted her long hair, revealing her smooth neck. "You are crazy. I advise you to give up this irrational idea." "Brother, this world has gone crazy."

Little Iris is bleeding amid a field of vibrant flowers, her cries for her mother lost in the shadows. A weird pendant around her neck starts to sparkle as her life fades away, and the flowers emit a heady scent. The spectral image of her mother, a woman with heart-shaped eyes and ethereal beauty, appears from the perfume. She tells Iris the terrible truth: Iris is now the only chance in a fight against twenty ancient evils. Armed with a pendant that contains the secret of her parents' abilities and a heart hardened by loss, Iris must rise from the ashes of despair after her parents' deaths and the destruction of her planet. Iris sets out on a treacherous quest to find the horrors that murdered her family because she is driven by a desire for revenge and a thirst for the truth. However, she is forced to face her inner darkness as she learns the truth about the witch's knot pendant and the fate associated with its missing jewels. Will she give in to the anger that drives her, or will she have the fortitude to respect her parents' sacrifice and go in a different direction?

*WPC #139 FL-modern werewolf Silver Tier ************** "I'm done playing nice, mate." His guttural voice was a threat. He wanted to force himself on her. He wanted her submission to come to him and be protected. Melisca was staring into his blood-red eyes. The grass field in it was gone. It was now a burning lava. Yes, she felt fear, but she was more furious about what he wanted for her. "You are my fated mate. My luna. Your rightful place should be right by my side, not running around spilling blood." Her face contorted in constant anger. If only looks could kill, his gorgeous head would have already been separated from his neck. "I don't want to be Luna for the people I hate." Her teeth gritted. She should have been scared. He can easily snap her slender neck. But her courage or stupidity prevailed over common sense. ******************** Too much for being a werewolf. A werewolf that can never shift. But that's the last of her concerns. For she had a pack to hunt, a family to revenge, and a life to survive. Melisca Lorwey is a half-blood wolf and human. Exiled by her father's clan and hated by her mother's side. When both of her parents died, she had no one else but herself alone. Witnessing how her parents had been murdered, she decided to hunt the killers as her life mission. Though she can't shift, she still had the abilities of a wolf. Then someone adds up to her life complications. Ezekiel Rawson Stavrus made her mission even harder to accomplish. She doesn't want anyone to distract or, worse, stop her plans. The very last thing she needed was the most powerful and possessive alpha chasing after her. So the moment she heard him say, “Mine." She fled away like her life's on the line. --------------------------- AN: This is not your typical romance. This is not your lovey-dovey werewolf troupe. THIS IS BLOODY, VENGEFUL, AND ANGRY. It focuses in bloody revenge, duties, and responsibilities first. Love isn't everything for the characters. It could be all or nothing in their wicked world of greed, power, and darkness. Shared universe with... > SYSTEM MISSION: TAME THE MAFIA BOSS - Military General FL and Mafia Boss ML Please check this out as well. Thank you. Love in Hate in Love - Artist/Musician FL and CEO ML

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Annabelle Asra: “Wait!" He commanded, hope surged within me. Maybe he will change his mind, but his expression turned icy, and my heart sank as I understood he had no intention of doing so. "I will never allow you to live a normal life, even if the Crimson Moon has shown you mercy, Annabelle. I will make your existence a living nightmare for what you did to my sister." As I pondered his plans for me once I was no longer part of his tribe, he seized my throat, and his fangs pierced my neck. The pain was unbearable as he marked me. The agony I endured was nothing compared to the torment his mark would bring. Anger, resentment, and bitterness consumed me. A mark typically signifies acceptance and protection, but in my case, it signified the opposite. Betrayed by the Alpha's fiancée, Kari, I was sentenced to death but spared by the Crimson Moon, only to be exiled and marked by my ruthless Alpha, Zachary Ziglar. After surviving and joining a new pack, I discovered I was pregnant without remembering who I had been with. But why did my pup bear a striking resemblance to my tormentor?

He grabbed my throat hard and pinned his gaze on me. I gasped, astounded, feeling as if my neck was impeded by chains. His very dim eyes intimidated me so bad I felt I could die. His chilly breath fanned my face. He was cold, his skin felt grossly cold but I felt more hurt from his grip on my neck. He was choking the life out of me, I couldn't even make a high sound as he had seemingly suppressed my vocal cords with his hold. ~~~ Princess Almira was captured into Sihasin after an enemy kingdom invaded into her home kingdom, Perston. Now a slave, she faced incredible sufferings but yet still became the fifty mistress of his royal highness, King Luther — A king so astute but yet so seemingly ruthless and sadistic. Love bloomed between them however, but with the strong need to escape and take back her father's kingdom which Luther had conquered, will she fight over her heart or let love take its lead? [NOTE: THIS IS A SLOW BURN ROMANCE BOOK (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) ]

"You were a mistake," I whispered, my voice trembling. His mouth found my throat. Bit down. "And yet," he murmured, licking the mark, "you're still here." And then his hands shoved my skirt up, his fingers sliding between my thighs— I gasped. "Luca—" "Shhh, baby," he growled, dragging his tongue up my neck, his fingers slipping beneath my panties. "You don’t have to say it. I already know." And when his fingers finally pushed inside me—I forgot how to breathe. Bella wanted a simple internship—just something to build her résumé before graduation. What she got instead was an offer from The Valenci Group, a powerful corporation with ties no one dared to speak of. She never questioned why their CEO, Luca Valencia, had an entire floor of security or why his name made people whisper. Until she found out who he really was. Her brother wasn’t just against him—he was hunting him. Luca was the head of a powerful crime family, a man responsible for the kind of power plays that left blood on the streets. And yet… the way he touched her didn’t feel like destruction. It felt like possession. Now, she’s caught in the crossfire between her heart and loyalty to family. One wrong move, and she loses everything.

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

“Jace,” she whispered breathlessly as he roughly pushed her to the wall. “I can't do this anymore,” she told him weakly. He looked her dead in the eyes and scoffed at my words, “Bluff,” he spat. His hand on her neck, squeezing it gruffly as he slammed his lips against hers. x x x In a world where loyalty is a luxury and love a liability, Gia Salvatore surrenders to a marriage of convenience with Alvan Martinelli, a ruthless and enigmatic powerhouse. Bound by duty, secrets, and lies, their arranged union ignites a toxic dance of power and passion. As family dynamics turn deadly and hidden agendas unfold, Gia must navigate the treacherous landscape of her new world. Will their poisoned vow destroy them, or will they find love amidst the shadows? Dive into this gripping tale of loyalty, deception, and forbidden desire, where the line between love and loyalty is blurred forever.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

“Who are you?” The women asked to Alex while pointing her stone spear at his neck, then another group came from the trees and bushes behind him. “He looks good” one woman said while licking her tongue and then grabbed him. ”Please... Don't do anything”, Alex begged for his life.

Kael Kaladril had once been the prince of Winterpeak, a boy with simple dreams—none greater than marrying the girl he loved. But fate had other plans. On his fifteenth birthday, his rightful claim to the throne was shattered when his own uncle, Jonathan Kaladril, sought to end his life. Bleeding out against a snow-covered rock, Kael’s vision blurred as he watched his uncle turn away, indifferent to his pleas. The assassin’s blade arced toward his neck, death mere moments away. Then—time stopped. The world stood frozen, save for Kael and the enigmatic figure before him. A god of mischief, hand outstretched, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who… who are you?" Kael rasped, blood filling his mouth. "Who I am is of no importance, boy," the god replied, his voice layered with something strange, something unsettling. "Then… what does?" Kael forced the words past his pain. The god’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "A bargain." His outstretched hand beckoned. "Give me your soul, and I will give you the power to seek vengeance." Kael hesitated, staring at the god’s palm. A choice lay before him—one that could never be undone. But hesitation was fleeting. Summoning what little strength remained, he bit his lip and forced his trembling hand to rise. Fingers slick with his own blood, he grasped the god’s hand. "I accept your bargain."

To clean or not to clean, is that even a question? Pavlo was born in a relatively poor family. Yet, thanks to his vivid intelligence and innate energy that always pushed him for the greater heights he became... a mobster. As soon as he came of age, the local organisation took him under his wings, quickly recognising his talents. Before the first digit of his age changed or even came close to turning four, he was already responsible for managing the vast financial empire of his new family! But everything has its own price. In the organisation like his, superiors always had to feel the breath of their subordinate on their necks. Sadly for Pavlo, what he felt was not the breath, but the cold steel of the autonomous truck that smashed his body into bits. A pitiful end sprinkled with the salty realisation that said truck was a product developed by the company that Pavlo used to launder the organisation money in the first place! Just like revolution eats its own children, so did Pavlo's investment claim its creator's life. But how could he see just a set of primitive bars instead of the glorious gate of the heaven... or more precisely, the stinky depths of the hell? And most importantly, what the hell are those flashing letters that seemed to have some majestic aura to them? WHAT DOES THE ULTIMATE CLEANING SYSTEM EVEN MEAN?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Detroit, a local village, it was in trouble, luha and his people was invading it, ever since he started using the power for evil the totem lost control blasted of his neck and went off to a far place in zambasi.

Scarface grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. My neck strains, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Let’s see how long that lasts." I shake my head, sobbing, trying to beg through the tape. But they don’t care. A knife appears. Cold steel presses against my thigh, dragging slow, deliberate. My skin shudders. My breath is ragged, pure terror flooding every inch of me. "Relax, sweetheart," Scarface murmurs, pressing harder until I whimper. "It’ll only hurt the first few times." The others laugh. I know what’s coming. And I know there’s no one coming to save me. Not from them.

The beginning of the twentieth century. 1903. Technological progress. Bicycles, cars and cinema. European monarchies are weaving their intrigues. America is building its first skyscrapers. Some are already suggesting that difficult decades lie ahead of humanity - countries and empires will inevitably clash in a fight for colonies, resources and domination. And now, in some fifteen years, all these people, from the minister to the seller in the store, will have to learn what computers, artificial intelligence, video surveillance cameras, air defense missiles and normal bombing are. How did it happen that the Third Reich and other empires that had not even appeared were unceremoniously pushed to the side of history-non-history by the scruff of the neck, like ragamuffins? And how else to teach yesterday's peasant to operate a computer for aiming a new howitzer? Where did this nonsense come from, what happened anyway? Did an invasion from the future enslave everyone or something? No, not that. Read the story "Iron Plague".

BLURB “You are a danger to my health, AVIANA, let me have you,” Duncan drawled, his hands on my waist, pulling me against his hard member. “I…I… “ i stammered. Even though I knew n was getting myself into dangerous territory, I couldn't stop myself from wanting him. Ever part of my body was screaming for his touch and I could no longer deny his touch. “Tell me yes, let me pleasure your body,” he whispered against my neck,” I moaned out involuntarily and before I could stop myself, I yelled, “Please, fuck me!” Aviana Grey has spent nearly two decades chasing shadows, determined to uncover the truth about her mother’s murder at the hands of the Iron Vine Mafia. After years of preparation, she finally gains the opportunity to infiltrate the Mafia, but her plans take an unexpected turn when she meets Duncan, their ruthless leader and Alpha werewolf. As she delves deeper into their world, she discovers secrets that blur the line between human and monster—and finds herself irresistibly drawn to the one man she’s sworn to destroy.

When she divorced her former husband, she thought the divorce certificate was the only thing she got from her years of efforts. One drunken night, she hooked her arm around a handsome man neck and forcefully kissed him, and had a flash marriage with him. "Uncle, help me with my revenge." When everything ended, she asked him again. "Uncle, let's end this strange relationship. It's just a play, after all." The proud and self-contained man's eyes reddened as he asked her, "Have you ever considered a possibility, that I do love you?"

“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?” “Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’” “What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?” “He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.” “...” This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

Nathan, He was once the last survivor of Humanity fighting the demons 10 years after the last Humans had died, He fought alone and proudly. However not even he could escape time, Alas he was defeated by the Demon King Antares after fighting Bravely all those years. And as his head flew from his neck and he closed his eyes floating amongst the darkness he heard a Voice... he has Regressed Disclaimer: This is my First Novel so expect it to have some mistakes in spelling or some mistakes Gramaticaally, Also I'm only a Student so this is purely to a hobby, Might go full time tho

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

Summoned to the Arlott kingdom with his former classmates, Quasimodo does not have a good impression of everything that happens. Only escape from the Arlott kingdom to see the world can save his neck. However, escaping from Arlott is very complicated, and while trying to escape Quasimodo gets into several problems. Memories of his life before he came to Arlott still haunt him.

[Hello, Levi] The synthetic, automated voice came again. Born a sickling and grew that way, Levi was never ready to bear the consequences and responsibilities of being the host to the construct that burrowed into his neck. Not only did it cure him from his lethal illness, it also granted him extreme abilities. With schemes and lies holding up what's left of the planet, Levi has to suffer loss, anger and betrayal in his endeavour to avenge the murder of his father. But the system doesn't only want Levi to satisfy his own anger-driven desires. It wants Levi to save the remaining population from another Ròkks raid and build a new civilization. What happens when this new intergalactic civilization start falling apart for the same reasons that once pushed him? How much more people—or rather, sentients of different anatomy—lose their lives before balance is restored? //: Every tag is or will be present in the novel:\\

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -