Front Neck Tattoo

A day before his 18th birthday, Ishan was on his way home from high school when a mysterious man appeared in front of him. Ishan was kidnapped and, later that night on his 18th birthday, he was killed... by his grandchild?

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

For fun and [ r18 ] You whatever imagine can be real. Imagine you want to eat something and there is front of you. Imagine you want to blast the earth and [ Host die due to earth blast ]

A compelling and ravishing love story collection of LGBTQ+ short stories that invites you to explore the diverse and new experiences. Although there are few of them smoking hot but some are soft-Love stories. "Mature Content And NO Rape", Totally fictional Short-Stories Series 1)Front Desk Letters. 2) Pride and Perceptions. These stories are not only windows into unique journeys but also reflections of universal desires for love, acceptance, and belonging. Together, we hope to contribute to a world where every individual, irrespective of their gender identity or sexual orientation, can live authentically, love wholeheartedly, and find the acceptance they deserve.

“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.

"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.

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

[Warning: R18+] When Hate turns into Love... and Vengeance turns into Passion... Will he choose to start over with her? ======= Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia. She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death! Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge! And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back. "Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!" The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed. With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature. No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??! ****** Excerpt: Nathan grabbed her by her neck. "Don't play tricks with me, Phantomflake." Nathan's cold voice reverberated inside the room, his eyes burning with rage. But Phantomflake just smirked at him, pressing her hands against his chest, her fingers teasing him. "You can't kill me, Nate. Just admit it. You've already fallen for me." With one swift move, Phantomflake pulled his shirt, closing their gaps as she crushed her lips against his lips. Surprisingly, Nathan just found himself responding to her. He lost! He couldn't resist her. ===== I owned the Book Cover (=";"=) Artist: Bea Cortez Join Author's server to get updates and announcements about the book. Discord link: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

Carn wakes up from a vivid dream where he spent a thousand years as a gargoyle, guarding a demon lord's tomb. In this dream, he possessed supernatural powers, including the ability to teleport and instantly kill anyone within range who broke eye contact with him. Heroes, saintesses, adventurers, all fell before him. When he returns to his normal life, things take a strange turn. Carn realizes he still has the gargoyle’s powers, and the world he has woken up to seems different. But adjusting to the new reality is not the real issue. Carn brings back something nobody in this world has imagined. Not only he imports his powers to this alternate Earth, but he also carries over his gargoyle instinct and his hobby. He loves snapping human necks. Whether it's ordinary humans, explorers, super soldiers, cyborgs, mutated beasts, monsters, or mysterious entities from other dimensions, Carn eagerly anticipates snapping their necks, one neck at a time... In secret, of course.

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.

For every supporting female character who never realized her dreams, fulfill their wishes. Earn Points, and fulfill your own wishes. Who says supporting characters must always be stepping stones? Supporting females need not become a protagonist, but they can quietly watch from the sidelines.

Moon Temptation: the Bite is an Omegaverse book... This book involves romance, mxm, mxmxm and as promised the bite. This is a werewolf romance that carries and starts over again. Moons, stories and mate tattoos. This book involves werewolf instincts, boys love, mating bonds and Fate controls Destiny. There are many stories so start from chapter 1... Life has terrible beginnings but we need to see how some stories end or if they ever existed. Unfortunately some stories bring us back to the introduction where we realize we never left. Alphas: Noah- Blue-moon, Lucas- Moonstone, San- Lion Clan Jayden. Betas: Leo, Jack. Omegas: Toby, Xander, Gabriel, Ora. Human: Leam.

She was the little human girl who get disrupting his privacy ,always curios about what the college deep secret was all about ,why the vampires seem different than the outside world told about them. He on the other hand was the person who was intrigued by her courage and sweetness her resilient manner and her thirst to learn more ,it seem the more be saw her the more he wanted a small bite from that fair neck. His deep red eyes blinked stared at her his voice low as he questioned."should I bite."?

"Just 365 days with me," he murmured. "Pretend to be my wife, and I’ll help you destroy your ex. Oh, and there’s a bonus.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, sending shivers through her. “W—what bonus?” she stammered. “Good, hot sex,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. “You get to be in my bed for a whole year, Sophie. Count yourself lucky. And I’ll make him regret ever calling you heavy, classless, and boring in bed. When I’m done with you, he won’t recognize the stunning woman in front of him—because you’ll be on every man’s wish list, including his.” When her husband’s betrayal shattered her, she didn’t expect salvation to come in the form of her dangerously charming boss—a man notorious for replacing women like a revolving door. His proposition was simple: one year as his fake wife, and in return, he’d help her get revenge on the man who humiliated her. The rules were clear: no emotions, no strings, just mutual gain. But as her boss transforms her into the ultimate temptation, and sparks she never anticipated begin to fly, her ex reappears, begging for another chance and unraveling shocking truths, she’s forced to make a life-altering decision.

Kei is an average person. In every possible way, Kei is normal. Mudane. Average. Listless. He graduates high school, gets accepted into university, and discovers the harrowing scene of one of his fellow classmate's neck slit open.

The bully boss has a little girl on the tip of his heart, the little girl carved a small wooden plate for him, the bully boss hung it on his neck, and never took it off. The rich second generation suddenly did not come to the night dance, the background wall of the social software, the name, a sign, all changed to a little girl, just when everyone thought that the sea King went ashore, the rich second generation went to the sea again, bought drunk every night, and had a small wooden plate on the wrist. When the world freestyle Grand Slam champion participated in the competition this year, there was suddenly a small wooden plate on his neck, and the coach said that he would take it off first, in case of impact, the champion would cover it dead and put cruel words: dare to pick, he would dare to dive on the ballet during the game When the red top flow record variety, partner ng countless times, he was not angry, but the other side of the operation error will be the dog blood spilled on the top of the wrist to dirty the piece of small wooden card, the top flow hit the script, the next day on the headlines: a top flow studio play big name Every man who gets a card thinks that he is an exception, is special, until one day, they meet Oh, what a coincidence. Do you have that too ! The same sky, the same board, the same lover, you deserve......

After being whisked away into another world, from one cruel existence to another, Sylvia finds herself in front of a demon lord. He who only has one command for her. Be my bride.

In the City of Archen, business is what drives everyone. So many activities goin on from dawn to dusk and still, they live in peace though it is an Industrial and Political City. The trend of events take an unexpected turn when the City wakes up to find a lifeless body bearing strange marks and a large bite on its neck. The people saw it alarming and started to panic. Security had to be reinforced and investigation started. For about a year, they found nothing and strangely, no such event was recorded again until recently when it seemed the nightmare has returned.

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

Twice killed and once saved. A king born to destroy the world. Another destined to save it. The deceased king from a fallen kingdom will rise to live again. Only to find love in a vengeful king. “Sing me a lullaby. One that will guide me to the heavens. Set me free from the chains wrapped around my neck.” “Why don’t you sing to me instead? Guide me to you. Let us set sail on these clouds together forever.” “Don’t you know what that means for you?” “I would do whatever it takes to live a dream with you.” “With this sword in my heart, I bleed for you.” (This is BL *BoysLove*) (Front cover photo is not mine. Please send me a message for credit.) (Criticism on the novel and tips on how to improve my writing are very much welcome.)

Ray Kaine, a skilled fighter turned office worker, finds himself on a bus, and after a terrible accident ends up in front of a god, who informs Ray that he himself shall now become a god.

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Her caramel skin looked flawless, leaning a little bit closer to her, a sweet scent wafted up into my nostrils and I just knew it was coming from this stunning creature that now lay in my arms. Straightening my posture so that I can take in all of her, the first thing I saw were her pinkish kissable lips, they were so full I could just take her in my mouth right now. Trailing down from her lips to her delicate neck then down to her…..LORD it looks like it was made just for me, just the right size for only my hands.

"Who the fuck are you?" he barked, using his hands to grab my neck in a vice grip. I struggled for breath, feeling my life slipping away. "Please... I...can explain." He losened his grip but kept his hands on my neck. "Then do it." Tears spilled from my eyes like rain. "I... I'm not Sol... I'm her twin sister Luna." ********* Luna Grande never thought she'd have to return to the dangerous world of her mafia family. But when her twin sister Sol disappeared, she was forced into a role she never wanted- replacing her sister and marrying Dominick Phoenix, the cruel and domineering Don of the rival Phoenix Mafia Dynasty. Dominick Phoenix is the newly crowned Don of the Phoenix Mafia Dynasty and will do everything to keep his position. But when Dominick discovered that Luna was not who he thought she was, he lost it and went berserk in search of her sister Sol. For indeed Sol has something valuable in her possession that Dominick wants badly.

Tattoo of Fate In a world where dragons are extinct and the kingdom above reigns with unchecked power, Kaida, a young orphan from the forsaken undercity, carries a secret that could change everything. Marked at birth with a glowing, mystical tattoo, she is the last living vessel of the Dragon God, the ancient and forgotten deity of the now-extinct dragons. For years, she has concealed her extraordinary power, knowing that if the Surface Kingdoms ever discovered it, she would become a weapon to be controlled—or worse, destroyed. Kaida’s life takes a tragic turn when her forbidden love, Elara, a noblewoman from the Surface, discovers the tattoo and the immense power Kaida harbors. Fearing its potential, Elara betrays Kaida, selling her to the rulers of the Surface. Now hunted by those who seek to use her for their own agendas, Kaida is thrust into a deadly game where every alliance is fragile, and every step could lead to her downfall. In her flight from the Surface Kingdoms, Kaida encounters Aeron, a fierce and principled warrior from the top side, who was once sent to capture her. Disillusioned by the corrupt kingdom she serves, Aeron defies her orders and chooses to protect Kaida instead. As their paths intertwine, Aeron becomes both a guardian and an unlikely companion, offering Kaida a chance at redemption and love after the betrayal that shattered her heart. But the Dragon God within Kaida is waking, and with it, a force far more dangerous than she ever imagined. As her powers grow, Kaida must decide whether to embrace her divine heritage, risking the return of dragons to a world unprepared for their wrath, or to destroy the tattoo, ending the God of Dragons’ influence and sealing her fate forever. Caught between loyalty and betrayal, power and self-doubt, Kaida’s journey is one of self-discovery, painful choices, and the search for love in a world that has never been kind to her. In a final, heart-wrenching decision, Kaida must choose: will she let the Dragon God reignite the flames of destruction, or will she defy the fate written in her very skin to protect those she loves? --- A/N:I had some help making this book(help in polishing my vocabulary with A.I), obviously i don't know how to use big words...so. yea. Every other thing is done by me. :) Iput in effort.

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Synopsis: Sophia, a journalist, investigates organized crime. Dante, a mafia underboss, is tasked with stopping her. But Sophia's determination and intelligence intrigue him. As they engage in a cat-and-mouse game, Dante finds himself torn between duty and desire. CHAPTER 1: "Deadline Looming"* Sophia Russo tapped her pen impatiently on her desk, staring at the blank page in front of her. Her editor, Mark, had been breathing down her neck all morning. "Sophia, where's the mafia exposé?" Mark asked, his voice firm but laced with annoyance. "You've had weeks to work on this. I need something concrete by the end of the day." Sophia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "I'm close, Mark. Just need to verify some sources." Mark's expression turned skeptical. "Verify? You've been verifying for months. I need results, Sophia." As Mark walked away, Sophia's phone buzzed with an incoming text: "Meet me at the coffee shop on 5th and Main at 7 pm. Come alone. -A" Sophia's heart skipped a beat. Alex, her reliable source, rarely contacted her directly. She glanced around the newsroom, ensuring no one watched, before quickly typing: "See you then." The message sent, Sophia's mind whirled with possibilities. What did Alex have for her? Was it finally the break she needed? The pressure from Mark still lingered, but Sophia's determination reignited. She would get this story. As she processed the message, a sudden wave of déjà vu washed over her. The newsroom around her blurred, and Sophia felt herself transported back in time. She saw herself as a teenager, sitting in the backseat of her parents' car, laughing and arguing with her mom about college plans. The sound of screeching tires and shattering glass shattered the memory. Sophia's heart raced as she relived the horror of that fateful night. Her parents' faces flashed before her: her father's encouraging smile, her mother's unwavering determination. The accident's aftermath unfolded like a cruel slideshow – the hospital, the funeral, the loneliness. Sophia's gaze drifted to the silver necklace around her neck, the press badge pendant a tangible connection to her parents' legacy.

"You are mine" he said..... Fucking repeat after me ,"YOU ARE MINE" not Alex not Derrick and not No one else just MINE ..... He said while trailing kisses down her neck... "I am you ursss" she stuttered.