Cool Lip Mouth Freshener

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

*Who would have thought a precious, legitimate princess was forced to secretly marry a predator in the middle of the night when the silver moon shone brightly in the middle of the starry sky? Warning: Epic fantasy ROMANCE+++ __ The night the prince arrived to claim her, Reneira braced herself for the inevitable circumstances. However, nothing could have prepared her for the truth that this wasn’t just a marriage. She was just a pawn to win yet another war, a cord to fasten an alliance. Her new husband was a sweet torment, an immortal, god-like bully disguised in an impossibly beautiful human form with no rival. His every gaze felt like a punishment, and his sinful aura tempted her in ways she never expected. This god of lust refused to touch her or accept her as his true wife. Believing that her dignity was lost forever, she resigned herself to her fate, hoping to make a home in the hell she’d been thrown into. But fate, as it often did play, had other plans. ~*~ “Don’t even think about seducing me by licking your lips like that, doe-eye!” He breathed in her ear as he joined her in bed, shirtless, his muscular abdomen rippling with each movement. “I… I’m not doing it on purpose!” she stammered, her breath catching in her chest when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against him. His mouth hovered near her temple, his lips grazing her ear shell. “I’m going to make you forget what happened today. My body is yours as compensation, wife.” ~*~ Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Epic, The Devil's Son, The Prince of Hell, the lord of Shadow, Cover art temporary.

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."

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard against my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quite small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na

Cultivation is hard? Seriously?! I Cultivate by running my mouth!

Emma Carter, a travel photographer from New York, visits the Netherlands to capture the famous tulip fields in Lisse. While wandering through the vibrant rows of flowers, she meets Jasper Van den Berg, a quiet yet charming tulip farmer who has dedicated his life to keeping his family's farm alive. At first, Emma sees Jasper as just another local, but when a sudden storm ruins part of his harvest, she stays to help. As they work side by side, Emma learns about the beauty of slow living, while Jasper starts to see life beyond his small town. Their bond deepens, but Emma’s return flight looms closer. Will she leave behind a once-in-a-lifetime love, or will she risk everything to stay and bloom where her heart has taken root?

Suzy Watson, a woman of charm and elegance, has carved her own path to success that many young women could only dream of. But when her own mother becomes the root of her downfall, Suzy finds herself at a crossroads. Desperate to salvage her years of hard work, she turns to the most powerful and influential family in the business world—the Onettis. Little does she know that seeking their help will entangle her in a contract marriage with the most infamous bad boy of them all. Chris Onetti, the sole heir to the Onetti empire, is both a heartthrob and a heartbreaker. To him, love is nothing more than a game, and women are fleeting distractions, mere outlets for his desires. But beneath his playboy façade lies a heart once shattered beyond repair. When Suzy and Chris, two people from opposite worlds, are thrown together in a marriage neither of them wants, the clash is inevitable. Will their arrangement mend their hidden scars, or will fate deal them a hand neither of them expected? ~~~~ "I have satisfied countless women in this bed, even the older ones," Chris murmured with a smirk, his gaze locked onto Suzy. "Yet, you're the only one who refuses to set foot here." "That only makes me the luckiest of them all," Suzy shot back, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Because I will never share a bed with you." Chris chuckled, the curve of his lips darkening into something more mysterious. "What if I make you beg for me to worship you?" he asked. "That will never happen," Suzy declared. Chris leaned in, his fingertips tracing an unhurried path from her forehead down to her jawline, lingering at the delicate slope of her collarbone. His breath fanned against her lips as he whispered, "Breaking down your walls will be quite fun, Suzy. I wonder how you'll sound when you moan my name with that pretty mouth of yours." ~~~~~ Story co-authored by Light_ray and Emma Wales. Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy Emma's Instagram: @mysterious_itself

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT! “Fuck Adelheid.” He growled, his breath hot against my throat. I gasped as my back hit the cold stone wall, his hand tearing apart my garment before clasping itself around my blossoms. “You don’t want him..” He murmured, lips brushing over my jaw. “You want me.” My palm pressed against his chiseled chest, a weak attempt at resistance, but my body betrayed me, arching into him instead despite the engagement ring still wrapped around my finger. The ring given to me by another man who had chosen me before the entire Kingdom. The man I was supposed to love. “Say it, Adelheid.” I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “I.. want you.” I finally whispered. That was all he needed. His mouth crashed against mine, fierce and claiming. His gloved hands slid down underneath my gown, gripping my thighs and pressing me further into him. A shameless moan slipped from my lips. I should have stopped this. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. Because no matter how hard I tried to deny it, he had already ruined me. ‡‡ Adelheid had always been overlooked. Called useless, unworthy, ugly. A noble by birth, but of low rank that it meant nothing. She was a shadow in every room, a disappointment in every conversation. Even he thought so. Until the day everything changed. Dragged from the background and placed directly into the spotlight—she had been betrothed to His Majesty himself. Of course, she thought she’d be happy. Who wouldn’t? The king was kind, respectable and everything a man should be. A life of security, power, admiration—it was a dream. But her heart.. Her heart was ugly for something else. Something darker, something she shouldn’t want. He had clearly drawn the line. He had pushed her away. He had made it known he didn’t want her, even going to the extent of wanting her dead. But yet, she still wanted him. What in the world was wrong with her?

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“What are you doing?” I gasp as he shoves me down to my knees. “Shh—” He places a finger on my lips as he begins to unzip his trousers, letting out his hard c*ck. “Have you ever sucked a d*ck, pretty boy?” His lips pull up in a devilish smile.  I want to push him away and tell him to f*ck off. I don't. Instead, I shake my head and his smile widens and he begins to unzip his pants. “Good. You're going to open up those lips of yours, so I can f*ck your mouth.” Holy. Shit. I'm hard. ……. I had just one job and that was to shoot him. To kill him. I underestimated the power of NIKOLAI ROSTOV. I don't like men, I swear. Or do I? Meeting Nikolai Rostov changed everything, a psychopath who cares only about himself and uses people as pawns. He used me, brought out those desires in me, desires that I hated. I hated him but at the same time, I wanted him to use me over and over again. …. All Adrian wants is to get revenge on the family who he thinks is responsible for his mother’s death. What he never expected was falling for the ruthless Bratva Lord. What happens when secrets unfold and trust is tested? This book contains graphic violence, mature themes, strong language, mental health struggles, sexual kink, Explicit content, forced proximity. dark themes.

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The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Mateo our mc is an average person in word were power is everything and by the goddess of luck miracle happened in life for the first and somehow he get the access of the cool system which helps him get stronger and even helps him challenge the heavenly realms so let watch his journey of him being the heavenslayer

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

First time I see that house. my attention is already interested. It's on the edge city. bordering the area cool air district and comfortable. houses in there far from each other. But everyone knows and feels close to his neighbors.

Ryan looked at her entire body & licked his lips as his gaze stayed on her long, pretty lashes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, pinkish cheeks, soft, juicy lips, exposed collarbone, delicate neck & curvy figure. He smirked & slowly ran his thumb over her lips, the urge to taste them overwhelming him. He wanted to make this little angel HIS....… Leaning in, Ryan pressed a soft kiss to her juicy lips. She whined in her sleep. He bit his bottom lip as if struggling to control himself. "Ummm......Soon, you’ll be in my arms, little one," he murmured before leaving the room. --- She was innocent___too pure for his dark world. He was ruthless____a man who fear nothing & took what he wanted. When cold-blooded mafia don Ryan Morgan arrives to collect a huge debt, he discovers something much sweeter—a beautiful little angel, lying peacefully in sleep, unaware of peril seeping within her own doorstep. Seized by an unexplainable urge, he proposes a bargain her heartless stepmother cannot resist: the girl's freedom in return for the cancellation of the debt. Now, she belongs to him. His little one. His obsession. His to ruin... or to protect.

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

“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

Story Description [A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation of her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ——————————— I hear his voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. “ You have no idea how dangerous it can be…” He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. “Careful…you are messing with the devil, Cole.” He doesn’t let me breathe for a minute as he starts attaching me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathed heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reached my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. “You know why people call me the devil?” His breath fanning over my ear. “It’s not because I am a sinner.” His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. “It’s because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins.”

This is a story about two best friends. Kazuki and Reiji were living their peaceful lives—until one day, they were suddenly dragged into another world by an old deity dressed in white robes. He looked wise, but in reality, he had a perverted mind. "You will become heroes and save this world from the Demon King!" the deity declared dramatically. Reiji sighed. "Why us?" Kazuki crossed his arms. "Gramps, you're just lazy, aren't you? Why don't you handle it yourself? You freeloading deity!" The old deity smiled—but not just any smile. Angered by Kazuki’s words, the deity cursed him… and turned him into a girl.

Gods, it was boiling in this useless excuse for a kingdom. Or maybe it felt that way because Celaena Sardothien had been lounging on the lip of the terra-cotta roof since midmorning, an arm flung over her eyes, slowly baking in the sun like the loaves of flat-bread the city’s poorest citizens left on their windowsills because they couldn’t afford brick ovens. And gods, she was sick of flatbread—teggya, they called it.

“Fuck you” Ava cursed as she tried to pry his hands off her, she could feel the heat on her cheeks as her body began to loose strength. “I have no problem with that Ava, but unless you are in the mood to stuff my cock in your mouth or in that pretty tight cunt of yours then I suggest you quit acting like a brat” He growled with an evil smirk on his lips before pressing his lips against hers

Old Liu, standing beside him, slowly explained, "Within the Tower of Babel, there are three mountains: the Mountain of Cool Breeze, the Mountain of Hanging Gardens, and the Mountain of Fan Tong. If one ascends the Mountain of Cool Breeze, they can achieve immortality." "If one climbs from the Mountain of Cool Breeze to the Mountain of Hanging Gardens, they gain the power to command wind and rain."

Tariq Amir Francois embarks on an inspiring journey of self-discovery and musical enchantment in a world where passion meets destiny. Drawn into a realm of mysterious creatures and captivating meow-lodies, Tariq's life takes a thrilling turn as he uncovers the hidden magic within. With each note, he delves deeper into a world where music transcends time and space, igniting a fire within his soul that propels him toward his ultimate destiny. Embrace the The prowling transformative power of music and join Tariq on a heart-pounding purr-venture that will leave you breathless and inspired to meow for more.

With a sly grin on his lips, his eyes locked onto her. "Don't come chasing after me, my dear wife," he warned in a low voice, "unless you're ready to lose your virginity." Her mouth opened to speak, but no words formed, as desire pulsed through her body. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- You could call it crazy but yes! I'm an innocent girl avoiding guys betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. I should be happy right?? But I'm just nineteen and he's thirty-two, I don't even know if I'm ready for it but what can a girl do? My parents want this. They say he's charming and women's choice. Should I be happy??... In "THE CEO's Little Wife," innocence clashes with power as a young beauty is betrothed to a feared billionaire. Can she tame the beast within him? Find out in this captivating tale of love and danger.

Have you read a novel where a reader suddenly become a villain of the novel he read because he hate how stupid the plot is. Yes, and then he was forced to play as a villain because of a system is threatening him to be stuck in a novel world forever. Well, this routine was used too much from a Chinese urban cool text so it was kinda old. But this novel will offer you a new perspective about this routine, a perspective about a bystander watching a comedy about a transmigrated villain and a crooked mouthed dragon king. Steven is a 25 years old jobless who used almost all his time reading novels to the point that he was tired from the continues novel routine that he read until one day he was transported as an extra in the last novel he read. Tired of the same routine about the transported villain mc and an idiotic protagonist that defy the common sense, he choose to hide while watching the comedy, but it looks liked fate has add a little bit of fun for his boredom. [ The Common Sense System] Warning! I am a new author and this is my first book because I was tired of reading the same routine again and again so I plan to create a novel and please tell me the flaws in my book in comment so that I can fix it. Thank you!