Lower Lip Twitching Superstition

In the heart of Calabar, where myths and reality intertwine, a group of students finds themselves trapped in a nightmare. Blood stains the earth, screams haunt the air, and an ancient curse has awakened. One by one, students are dying in gruesome and unexplainable ways. Whispers of an old urban legend spread like wildfire, but no one knows what is real and what is superstition. As fear grips the campus, a small group of students refuses to sit back and wait for death. Determined to uncover the truth, they dig deep into the past, unraveling a terrifying history that was never meant to be uncovered. But the closer they get to the truth, the deadlier the curse becomes. Time is running out, and betrayal lurks among them. To stop the killings, they must make an impossible choice—one that could cost them their sanity, their friendships, and their lives. In a world where the past refuses to stay buried, survival is not guaranteed. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden, but to break the curse, they must risk everything to Unravel the truth.

They call him Ling A’Xian, a hostage prince, a pawn in a war he never asked for. But that is not his name. Not truly. Han Ziyao-- a name whispered in the void, a past too distant to grasp… and a love that refuses to fade. In a world where fate is rewritten with every life he steps into, Han Ziyao has long abandoned the illusion of control. He transmigrates without warning, wakes in unfamiliar bodies, and plays whatever role the universe demands of him. But amidst shifting identities and fractured timelines, one thing remains constant—him. And the man who always finds him. Tonight, that man is the Crown Prince. And Ling A’Xian is pressed against a glazed partition, his breath unsteady as gloved fingers trace the curve of his jaw. “Running again, A’Xian?” The prince’s voice is velvet and steel, his golden eyes unreadable in the candlelight. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy being caught.” A’Xian exhales sharply, forcing a smirk despite the way heat surges within his stomach. “And I’m beginning to think you enjoy the chase.” The prince hums, his grip tightening just enough to make A’Xian’s pulse stutter. “Perhaps. But tell me…” He leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over A’Xian’s lips. “What will you do when there’s nowhere left to run?” A’Xian doesn’t answer. He can’t. Not when the prince’s gloved hand is slipping lower, not when the space between them is vanishing, not when he’s dangerously close to forgetting that this isn’t love—it’s obsession. And yet, as soft lips brush against his throat in a mythical promise, he wonders if, in this life, he’ll be the one to break first. Because some bonds, no matter how many lifetimes pass, are never meant to be severed.

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!"

In a world where fate is written in ink and tragedy is inevitable, their love was a fleeting ember against the storm. Tears slipped down her temples as she smiled bitterly, the weight of sorrow pressing against her heart. "It’s a tragedy," she whispered, as if saying it aloud would make it less real. Before her, he struggled to raise a trembling hand, only to let it fall weakly to the ground. Blood dripped from his lips, yet his eyes—filled with longing—never wavered. "Will… will you let me love you once again?" She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she placed a gentle hand on him, closing her eyes as a quiet smile graced her lips. His fingers twitched at her silent approval—one final touch, one final moment—before the last of their breaths faded into the wind, leaving only the echoes of what could have been.

This is a world where the strong reign supreme, where cultivators ascend through martial mastery and laws of nature, striving for ultimate power to defy fate and shatter the heavens! However, this world is far from free. It is but a lower realm, a breeding ground controlled by the celestial gods of the upper realm. Mortals and cultivators alike are mere pawns on the cosmic chessboard, doomed to perish in endless cycles of tribulation, their essence sacrificed to sustain the lofty beings above

“Now tell me Amasir, what were you doing in his room last night?” As Rughald took a step towards her, she mirrored him with a step backward. His lips curled up in a deep frown. “You were with him again.” “Rughald—” “Don’t,” he snapped. In an instant, he closed the distance between them. He was do fast that he left her breathless. His hands caressed her waist, and she suddenly became aware of how difficult it was to breath. “You reek of him, love,” he murmured. “His scent, his touch, his kiss, they are all over you.” She gasped and before she could say anything, his lips crashed onto hers, claiming her mouth into his. He sucked on her lower lips, his kiss punishing. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. When he finally pulled back, her lips were trembling and her chest was heaving. His eyes darkened with hint of possessiveness. “There,” he smiled. “Now Mikhaz lips are gone.”

In a future where society is divided into rigid echelons, Ryker Vale and his younger brother Raegan have spent their lives struggling to survive. Their existence is a constant battle against poverty and oppression, with little hope for a better future. when the rules suddenly change and it's their turn to face the deadly Trials—a brutal competition where those from lower tiers must prove their worth or die trying. The Trials are a series of grueling challenges designed to test every aspect of their physical and mental endurance. Ryker and Raegan are forced to make choices that betray their own morals, pitting them against friends and foes alike. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of the Trials, they begin to realize that the competition is not just about survival; it's about control. They uncover the truth that the Trials are part of a darker plan orchestrated by the ruling elite to maintain their power and keep the lower tiers in check. The real game has yet to begin, and the brothers must decide whether to continue playing by the games rules.

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha was having a regular day at work until life threw a curveball—she meet and confronts Drogen, a grim reaper, in the garage, talk about tough luck. And just when things couldn’t get any worse… bam! a car crash. Dead? Yeah. But not for long. Drogen broke every grim reaper rule and brought her back to life, convinced she was the key to ending his curse. Now they’re bound by a blood pact, and things start getting weird. Natasha experiences flashes of a forgotten past—a past that’s somehow tied to Drogen. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist and she finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But here's the thing, these two were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

His face drew nearer and nearer until our nose touched Are you sure, he asked. Sure about what, I asked . I gasped when he wrapped his hands around my waist. "Sure you don't like me",he asked as his gaze moved to my lips, my heart beating fast. "uh..n..yes", I said as a whisper. ,"then let me test you",he said and this time his lips brushed against mine. just kiss me already, I finally told him. Crushing our lips together, but breaking it immediately. you lose the test, he said smirking. but I'm not letting you go with that ordinary kiss, and I'm not ordinary. he said as he came close again. with his breath on my face.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

[WSA 2025] He wasn’t particularly handsome by the standards of this world. A fragile and fleeting appearance, fitting for a child, his empty eyes emitted a chaotic gleam, his lips closed in what seemed to be an expression of pure indifference, his face neutral in front of the carnage before his eyes—the one he had caused.

"Please... give me a baby." His eyes cut like sharp blades: "Even if it's with your husband's own brother?" I nod, trembling. To save my dying husband, I would cross any line. What started as a deal spun out of control in the darkness. "Look at me," he grips my chin. "What are you craving?" I shake my head, biting my lip as tears fall. "You want this..." his lips brush mine, "you want me." ———— Twisted relationship alert. The story will contain NSFW contents and slight BDSM. The ratio between NSFW vs. story development is around 4:6. The whole story shall be around 200 chapters. I will mark the explicit chapters with [E] before the title, so you will know (whether you want to skip or read, hehe.) Also, this will be my first book on Webnovel, thanks for your support! * I don't own the cover, I found it on pinterest.

CAUTION: (TABOO) Contains material that may not be for normal readers to consume. Zhang Fei was a degenerate looser back on Earth. He was crowned the Coomer King after jerking his way to victory in a twisted online test, only to get sucked into a void and thrown into a xianxia world of qi, sects, and hmm.....pussies. Reborn as a crippled heir, his body’s fucked—useless limbs, cock barely twitching—he’s stuck drooling over jade beauties he can’t touch, until........a window lights up in his life. “Welcome to the Crippled Heir MILF System." "Host! Ready to fuck your way to the top?” Hell yeah, he is. Task one? Get a hand job. His first conquest? A thick-ass MILF who calls herself “Mother,” her massive tits spilling qi-nourished milk into his mouth while she strokes his cock till he cums hard, fixing his broken ass with every sticky spurt. Now, Fully healed, Zhang Fei’s out to steal every jade beauty, fuck rival sect bitches senseless and claim the fat legacy that he is supposed to have. The system dings with every thrust: “Mission: Bang your way to the top. Rewards: Qi Potion, badass moves, and more pussy.” Will he ascend to fuck the heavens or just fuck everything in his path? Spoiler: he’s doing both. Tags: R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action| Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Taboo|

When Will Travers, a feature writer at a struggling newspaper, comes home ten minutes late, he’s not prepared for the bombshell his wife, Leona, is about to drop. After eight years of marriage, she announces her decision to leave him, blaming a hidden sorrow: their inability to have children. As Will navigates the heartbreak and the eerie calm of his sudden solitude, he reflects on the unraveling of his life—from the once-loving bond he shared with Leona to his firm belief in an odd, personal superstition: he should have married a left-handed woman. Set against the backdrop of a decaying newspaper industry, The Left-Handed Truth is a bittersweet exploration of failure, resilience, and the humorous quirks that help us move forward. Will’s journey to rediscover purpose and rebuild his life is equal parts poignant and unexpectedly inspiring, proving that sometimes the path to healing lies in embracing your imperfections—and the unpredictable hands of fate.

He saved a dying world with science. Now they’ll burn him for it." When 21st-century scientist Robert Klein awakens in plague-ridden medieval Europe, his survival depends on a dying AI wristband—and the lies he spins. Peasants worship his "miracles": antibiotics that halt the Black Death, gunpowder that shreds armies. But the Church sees only heresy. Now Robert walks a razor’s edge: Outwit a power-hungry noblewoman turning his tech into weapons. Outrun a fanatical inquisitor dissecting his "demonic" tools. Outlast his own creations sparking an industrial apocalypse. As the line between savior and Antichrist blurs, Robert must choose: erase every trace of his existence to save history, or let humanity leap forward—even if it means becoming the god this dark age deserves. For readers of The Pillars of the Earth and Dark Matter—where science clashes with superstition, and one man’s truth could ignite a holy war.

Hunter’s Cursed Beauty The night I feared most finally came—the night I awakened as a cursed wolf. My name is Zara, daughter of the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. My sister and I were born on the Blood Moon, a rare and powerful night. Some say children born under its glow are either a blessing or a curse. For years, I thought it was just a superstition—until my eighteenth birthday, when I killed my mother in cold blood. No matter how far I ran, I couldn’t escape what I had become. A monster. A threat. My own father, the Alpha, cast me out without hesitation. He didn’t care if I lived or died—he just never wanted to see my face again. I was sold to the Beast of the Shadow Fang Pack, the ruthless and feared Alpha. At first, I thought life would be easier away from my father’s hatred. I was wrong. My nightmare was only beginning. -

UWAHHHHHHHHHH!!! It’s a monster!!! The one screaming is me!!! The rollercoaster survival story of Kim Geun-chul, a lower-ranked student at the academy! NOTE: the chapter kinda jumping around, so read it with this information! read at your own risk. ⚠️This is not my work! I'm just translating the raws. If the owner wants me to remove it, just let me know, and I'll take it down.⚠️

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

After the heartbreaking execution of his parents due to their lower status and their rebellion against the King of Varanasi. Sukoh Yadav a fourteen year old boy sets of to China along a merchant group to become a great General in China and to conquer his homecountry and abolish the very idea of caste.

[ Invincible + Pure Body Refiner + Cruel and Bloodthirsty + Smashing Through Everything + Tall and Jacked MC + Monke Pet + Villain MC ] Wuji, a young man obsessed with becoming the strongest, was doomed by his own pathetic genetics. No matter how hard he trained, no matter how much willpower he had, he remained weak—a failure in both his own eyes and the world's. When he died, he thought his journey was over. But fate had other plans. Reincarnated into the frail body of a poverty-stricken village boy, he felt true despair. To live twice and fail twice? That was worse than any nightmare. Until Little Red, his strange monkey pet, handed him a tattered book. [ Ding! Body Refining Technique Detected! ] [ Ding! Infinite Body Refining System Activated! ] In a world ruled by almighty Devas blessed by the Order Gods, Devils who command legions in the depths of the Abyss, and Chaotic Evil Gods that seek to consume existence itself—martial artists were nothing but insects. But Wuji? He would refine his body beyond mortal limits. His flesh would become divine steel, his fists would tear through the heavens, and his ever-growing body would shake the cosmos. Annoy him? Die. Stand in his way? Be obliterated. Defy him? Your existence will be erased. Witness the rise of a being who will crush all in his path. ______________________________________________ Somewhere Beyond Creation… A chaotic void spanning infinite dimensions. Monstrous titans, so vast that even entire realms seemed tiny in comparison, lay dead in the abyss. The very essence of reality crumbled around their decaying corpses, their divine auras still gnawing away at existence itself. Atop the mountain of annihilated deities, a towering figure stirred. A shadowed colossus, muscles harder than celestial ore, veins pulsating with endless power. His crimson eyes burned through the darkness as he lifted a grotesque, pulsating sphere of dark flesh to his lips. With a grin, he bit down. The sphere twitched, still alive—still screaming—before it was reduced to nothing but nutrients. Wuji exhaled, his breath alone shaking the void. “Annoying little pests... at least they had some use.”

...his hands slipped around my waist slowly as he pinned me to the wall...our faces.. only inches away from each other... his lips slowly collides with mine and ...it wasn't our usual kiss...it was hot and heated... I didn't even realize when a moan escaped my lips... "Tell me when to stop" he whispered in his husky devilish voice... Was he crazy? I never want him to stop... never!! he gently carried me up allowing my legs wrap around his slowly....he carried me up all the way to our room. I knew it was going to happen...I know it....

(MXM) When your life is so fucked up and abysmal, you ask yourself, 'how did I get here?' or 'how do I get out?' Two poorly trained Fairy-assassins are assigned to the Faine Family, where they encounter triangles of forbidden love for the most ruthless vampires in the world. Snippet- He flung Jordan over on the couch, his knee in-between the legs of the other as the fangs under his lips went unnoticed. Jordan made a mistake, never lower his guard when he's around a target, especially a dangerous one. But he did; he wanted to fuck and forget about Zack for a while-however, that didn't go exactly as planned. Even forgetting to interrogate. "Slow down...!" He saw the red stain in Mason's eyes as if the life had been sucked from his body. In a moment of pure and absolute instinct, his hands stretched, fidgetting for the pistol that was taped under the booth. "Slowly!" Jordan's urgent voice repeated before screaming: "No!" when he felt a sharp, life-reaping sting at the side of his neck. In an instant, he brought the pistol to the other's head, "Get off me... Or die, you fucking monster!" Warning: 18+ Part [1/4] almost completed Main couples: Jordan x Mason and Lium x Jason Side couples: Luke x Salus, etc. ~ I'm not a professional writer, and I'm introverted. So the dialogues, scenes, and developments might not be well written or expressed. This book is unfinished, I just wanted to share it so you all could witness the story even if unfinished. Lol. But I also wanted to post it to see if anyone would enjoy it so please comment your opinion on the book.

in the instant of it all there is something which remains is it the memories within? or the yearnings without? Tell me, oh tell me when sacred flaming eyes meet in the twilight zone, what with those searching looks, unsettled until the match is met? is it the undecided pat doing the rest In pure insanity? or the varying whispers that ceases in mid silence? Tell me, oh tell me now what to expect certainly when eyes are evaded and a smiling lip curves solely, what should I really expect? within the minute's pause there dwells possibilities for something to wilter without cause or maybe to spring with abilities!

A blind misfortuned child born in heavens without Qi in the body. And kicked of the clan to lower world. What is heaven ? In this mysterious world of different species and blood thirsty monsters wanting to devour life of every living being , Tai yang was Abandoned in the mortal world in the mere age of 6 . watch the wonderful story of this misfortuned blind Boy becoming Man who shakes the Heavens and people who once exiled him from there .

A young woman's life is turned upside down when her ex, Chris, suddenly reappears. Chris is the ruthless and cunning boss of a powerful mafia organization, with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. As they rekindle their intense and passionate relationship, she is drawn back into a world of luxury and danger, where the lines between loyalty and obsession are blurred. But as Chris's true intentions are revealed, she must decide whether to surrender to her desires and become embroiled in his criminal empire, or to fight for her freedom and risk everything. With her loyalty to her friends and her own sense of self-worth hanging in the balance, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of Chris's world and confront the secrets of their past in order to survive. Excerpt: "What are you..." I started to ask, but Chris locked his lips with mine, cutting off my words. It was an angry kiss, like he was pouring his frustration into me. I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter and deepened the kiss. I eventually gave up, knowing it was futile. He let go of my lips, and I could feel a sting on my mouth. I saw a bite mark on his lip as well. We looked at each other, and I could feel the tension growing in the car. We were alone, with me on top of him, and our faces inches apart. Before I knew it, our lips touched again, but this time it was different - it was slow and sensual. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my mouth, and the kiss inevitably deepened. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my hands roaming his chest as his hands went under my shirt and rubbed my bare back. I started to feel hot all over and pulled my jacket away. He trailed his lips to my collarbone and sucked on it. When I started to move my hips over his already hardened bulge, he held my legs to stop me. "No," he said, his voice restrained. Still in the fog of the moment, I asked in a whisper, "What?" My breath came in pants, just like his. He replied, "Let's stop here, princess, or we'll do the other thing you talked about." It took me a second to understand, and when I did, I immediately got off his lap and returned to my seat. My mind went to Sarah, and I realized I couldn't come clean to her now. I glared at Chris, who smirked at me and started driving again.

In a world where mountains seem to hold more than just secrets, 14-year-old Sideris Kaelwyn sets off on a journey that will unravel the mysteries of the "Misplaced Mountain." Tired of listening to the village chief's cryptic warnings, Sideris sneaks away from the gathering and begins his own quest to discover the truth behind this chilling, cursed peak that only grows colder as it stretches into the sky. Despite his young age, Sideris feels an inexplicable pull toward the mountain, as if the stars themselves are guiding him. Along the way, he learns of the mountain’s bizarre nature—its snow that never melts, its shifting heights, and the strange planes that seem to circle near its summit. When a daring climber, who has spent years scaling the mountain’s treacherous slopes, leaves behind a journal describing the heart-wrenching toll of his journey, Sideris finds himself faced with questions far deeper than he ever anticipated. What truly lies at the summit? And what cost will it take to uncover the truth? As Sideris moves closer to his goal, he must confront not just the unforgiving elements but the forces of history, science, and superstition that are as dangerous as the mountain itself. The Misplaced Mountain is a tale of discovery, survival, and the pursuit of truth in the face of overwhelming odds.

TRIGGER WARNING; Plot may contain_ Sexual abuse, Drug use, Karma and Mature scenes. Trinity Aerings is the selfish, formerly fat twin. Her sister, Thelma isn't or wasn't. It went back to that unfortunate night when she abandoned her sister and cousin.. for her childhood best friend and crush, Brad, the same night there was a gang shoot out and two female rape victims taken to the hospital. The female victims happened to be her sister and cousin. Not only did she lose her parents' love but also their trust. And who can love or trust those whose, moral flawless, parents do not? Can Trinity clean up her reputation? What happens when it turns out the twin that night wasn't her sister? Trinity 'hates' Brad Cadaver, at least she tries to. ::::::://:::::::// BLITHE •°°••°°•• 'There are parts of you that I like.' My eyes lowered to his lips, my brows creasing in thought. My lips didn't escape my teeth. 'Oh really?' Brad's corky smile brought my attention back to his eyes. 'Like what?' 'Your ankles!'