Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Hisoka Hair Down

Forbidden Kiss: Vampire Lover

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.
Bai_Yi_1629 · 2.6K Views

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 34K Views

Us In An Apocalyptic World.

Yera is a fiancee of a very powerful bigshot but is actually hidden boss of the world . Yes, world. As the best hacker, master of bigshots, all knowing genius, Yera could get anything she wanted. This was because of a loop in time that occured making her experience a year over and over again. Luckily, it was the year that the apocalyptic things calmed down , the're world and people adapting to their new selves. Unlucky, the year was the one where the second half was all about animals and plants would rampage, mutate and kill, powers developing. To be honest she had started to go mad, but calmed down from the high realizing that this was a golden opportunity . Doing everything she can in the endless loop, she knew the character of almost every person, from all walks of life. Training her body throughly, littering it with memorable scars. But to her shock on the 799 loop, the time broke and when she woke up, she could feel it immediately. It was a different year, different feeling, not mechanical like the other ones . ...... Extract....... Yera appeared in only an oversized shirt and shaggy messy hair. ".. your here.." The group of men looked at her strangely with narrowed eyes. "Who are you little girl?" One asked. "My fiancee." Answered raven haired. They raised their brows. One of them, Red haired, stood up and stalked toward Yera. "We've never heard you talk about a fiancee." ...... Oof! She forgot to say that certain things didn't go her way , especially ones that involved a certain group of men.
Anastasia_Ruwan · 1.8K Views

Gender Change: Turned into a Silver Haired Women in Another World

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. In the blink of an eye, Su Yang's world turned to darkness as a truck staggered towards him, bringing an abrupt end to his life. To Su Yang's surprise, instead of an eternal void, He awakened in an unfamiliar room. As Su Yang stumbled to his feet, He couldn't help but notice the silver strands cascading down his reflection in the mirror—a stark contrast to the familiarity of his former self. A sense of bewilderment filled the air as he took in the surroundings, realizing that this was not the world Su Yang once knew. It wasn't just the change in scenery that caught his attention; it was his huge breasts, beneath the surface of the pink nightgown with a v-neck lace trim highlighting the gap between those huge breasts. He hesitantly examined himself, and there, in the nether region, undeniable alterations had taken place. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Questions flooded Su Mu's mind. "How did this happen?!" she was turned into a beautiful woman with a perfect figure that could make anyone fall for her. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"
MountainDuskwalker · 1M Views

The Demon Emperor's Third Son - Occupation: Healer (OLD VERSION)

A group of five young heroes march towards the Demon Emperor's Castle, the Last boss they needed to defeat to attain the world's peace and restore happiness and joy to all corners of the land. Leading this group is a human man with red hair and eyes that would seem to blaze under the light of the sun, on his back a Giant sword that would glow due to the high amount of holy power it possesses. Accompanying him are his four fellow heroes, teammates, and friends - A male beast-man with black hair loosely tied back and black eyes wielding a spear, its shaft as dark as the night and its blade forged from a silver dragon's scales. A male dwarf with short orange hair and brown eyes holding a battle axe, a weapon won from a previous great battle. A female elf with long silver-blond hair reaching past her waist and blue eyes, slung across her shoulder was her tribes' ancient bow, with a history said to have been passed down from the gods. And lastly, a man with snow white skin and hair that perfectly framed golden eyes, he was no less beautiful than the elf; one of his hands holding a staff and the other a book. Even from afar one would not fail to see the radiance and Pure Yang Ki this man would omit. (A/N: Ki is like energy more commonly seen in stories and martial-art practices. Yang is that white part in the yin-yang symbol. Ex. Pure Yang Ki = extremely clean positive/holy/good energy inside one's body) Than man is me Aster Vulmuir, and in contrast to my appearance and occupation... I'm a demon. (A/N: this is all fiction made inside my mind so there are no real facts in this story since I have no knowledge of anything about martial arts, and whatnot and it's all made up in my head whether it may be true or false doesn't matter cause its fiction) //Image Disclaimer: I do not own the cover picture// (i am debating on rewriting it to make it more sensible)
MoistJuicyLemon · 60.2K Views

BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
fluffball · 7.7K Views
Related Topics
More