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The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

Synopsis: Aliens have invaded, and the human race is in decline. This is the current situation on Blue Star in a parallel world. Jiang Tian, who comes from Earth, possesses terrifyingly powerful talents, but all he ever wanted was to be a cook. Until he discovered that aliens themselves were the most perfect and top-tier ingredients. And the strongest school beauty who teamed up with him had a special ability—the God’s Tongue, which helped him improve his cooking skills. --- "Golden-Winged Dapeng Clan, don't run away! These spicy chicken wings just won’t work without you." "I admit that you Bull Demons are thick-skinned and tough, but if I use Cook Ding’s technique to butcher an ox, how will you respond?" "How is this even possible?! The ingredients are actually fighting back?!" --- As the saying goes, foodies are not scary, but what’s truly terrifying is when the foodie is too strong. The alien races cried out in despair— "The human race is the strongest… why is it a cook?!" --- This is the story of a cook who feeds all races. --- This is a translation. All content of this novel is own by its original Author.

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill, Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long; after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife, and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much; he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son; who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die; no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way; he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

Diagnosed and unable to either move or speak but clinging to life with hopes that he might one day recover, Byron would never have expected that the key to his joy lay in his death. He is transmigrated into a strange realm where all inhabitants are female, the notorious Amazon warriors and their queens, and his reign and harem which would challenge all the gods on Mount Olympus starts then and there. ——————————————————————— This book is as perverted as Zeus himself... Or even beyond! If you're a fan of Greek mythology, it's gonna be your cup of tea. If you're not, I tried to give hints here and there so that nothing will come out of the blue. And even if it does, it will become clear as the story progresses. ——————————————————————— *No yuri *No NTR *Large harem *Thick plot *Lots of steamy scenes ———————————————————————

For five hundred years, he remained in the darkness. Raviel, the demon bound to the Vermillion family, had known nothing but chains and silence for centuries. Deep beneath the grand castle, locked away in an underground cave, he sat motionless inside an enormous iron cage, his wrists and ankles shackled by ancient, glowing runes. The magic pulsed with a soft, eerie light, a reminder of his eternal servitude. The air was damp, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. Time had long lost its meaning to him. He had witnessed generations of Vermillions rise and fall—greedy, selfish, and cruel. None had dared to free him, nor had any of them been worthy of his protection. But then, something changed. Far above, within the golden halls of the Vermillion estate, a child was born—the heir of the family. And with his first cry, the chains around Raviel's wrists shuddered. A sharp crack echoed through the cave as one of the magical seals flickered for the first time in centuries. The demon's crimson eyes slowly opened. He exhaled, his breath a whisper against the cold air. "So… the heir has finally arrived." His lips curled into a slow, dark smile. The silence of five hundred years was about to be broken. --- The grand Vermillion estate stretched across acres of land, surrounded by towering walls and an air of untouchable wealth. But within those walls, past the marble halls and golden chandeliers, there was a place untouched by power struggles and whispered schemes—the secret garden. A small boy, no older than four, ran barefoot across the soft grass, his silver-white hair shining under the golden sun. Nao Vermillion, the only true heir of the Vermillion family, giggled as he chased after a butterfly, his tiny hands reaching for the delicate creature. "Careful, young master," a gentle voice called out. Amara, the aging housemaid, watched over him from a distance. She was the only one in the household who truly cared for the child—not as an heir, but as a boy who deserved warmth. Nao turned to her, his icy blue eyes filled with innocence. "Ama! Look!" He pointed excitedly as the butterfly landed on a white rose. Amara smiled, stepping closer. "Butterflies are delicate, my dear. Just like you." Nao pouted, puffing out his small cheeks. "I'm not delicate!" He stomped his tiny foot, making Amara chuckle. "You are," she teased. "But one day, you will grow into a strong young man." Nao didn't understand her words yet. All he knew was that the garden was his favorite place—a hidden world where he was just a boy, not an heir. But deep beneath the castle, locked away in the dark, a pair of crimson eyes had already opened, waiting for the day their paths would cross...

Aiden Nightshade wakes up in a dark, unfamiliar forest with no memories of who he is or how he got there. The air is thick with danger, and monstrous creatures lurk in the shadows, watching him. Before he can even move, a glowing panel appears in front of him. [Welcome to the Ultimate Bond System.] A cold, synthetic female voice echoes in his mind. It tells him to tame the beasts, bond with them, and grow stronger together. But this system isn’t normal. When Aiden forms a bond with a beast, it doesn’t just become his companion—it transforms into a powerful humanoid woman, one who still has the instincts and memories of the creature she once was. They aren’t just allies. They feel his pain, share his power, and their devotion to him is absolute. As Aiden explores this strange world, he quickly realizes something—no one else can do what he does. Other tamers can control beasts, but they can’t make them evolve like he can. They do have a system but nothing like his. With his growing army of beast-women by his side, Aiden will carve his own path, breaking the rules of this world. And when he discovers that the deepest bonds unlock unimaginable strength, he understands one thing—this isn’t just about surviving. It’s about rising above everything. It’s about domination. In a world ruled by beasts, only one man will stand at the top.

"Where...a-am I?" What would you do when you suddenly wake up to find yourself in a vast forest with no way out? Not that you remember. Sierra Damaris, however, finds herself in this very situation. The sudden hit of memories of her tagging along with her friends for a trek to the nearby hill surrounded by a beautiful forest, but now that she was all by herself, hurt and muddy, lying somewhere she had no idea of, scared her. "Go... a-away!" What happens when she encounters a man, not precisely a man but something so unusually different, especially his glowing eyes, panting hard and looking all drugged, pale skin, wet with sweat, his clothes clinging to his skin? "I-I... just want to help..." Sierra replies, her breath hitching as she takes in the beautiful being in front of her, lying against the ground, trembling and sweating profusely. Why was she wanting to help when she should be scared to her guts? 'Did someone drug him?!' Sierra thought, her thoughts everywhere making her more sympathetic to the man before her. But the weird appearance didn’t go by unnoticed, what the fucking hell was he? But her thoughts get cut off with a dark chuckle, "H-Help...? I d-doubt you w-would...just g-go!" He stutters, his words laced with pain and helplessness. Sierra found herself strangely attracted to this strange man, concerned about this unknown being, so she ran and sat by his side. She gasps, feeling his body so hot. Within a second, with golden, fierce eyes looking down at her, he was on top of her, strangling her with his body against the muddled ground, with a low growl escaping his thick, plump lips. "What...a-are you doing...?" Sierra stutters, slightly resisting him, his eyes widen, regretting his action, but did his body move? All he can smell is an addiction, his head buried in the crook of her neck, trying to resist. Her breath hitches as he places soft kisses against her soft skin, slowly turning rough. His temptation consumed him into the action, his mouth moved unconsciously, all focused on her, the pull and attraction. And just like that, she found herself kissing that unknown being as he kissed up her jaw and onto her lips, she strangely felt attracted and that too, very strongly. Wait- no... her eyes open wide as she finds herself amidst the chaos, running for her life. "H-Help...!" She continues sprinting, her body growing hot as it fuzzes with the weird sensation. She stumbles, "Ouch." "Give it." A growl emerges, she swiftly turns around, anxious yet confused, "Give you what? Who are you?" Sierra finds herself crawling back, her body throbbing in pain as she struggles to keep up. "The core, hand it over." _________ "Just because she rejected you...?" Chris, his beta says, worried. "No... You know nothing. I am not hurt because she rejected me." Luthien Einar, the son of the alpha of his pack, says, his voice tinged with dejection and pain. "But... you said u didn't care about the rejection." Chris mumbles, Luthien nods, "Hmm." "Then?" "My mate...my real mate, she is dead." Luthien says, sighing as he looks at his best friend, "No, Luthien... don't say that. We all know you haven't met her yet." Chris speaks as he strides towards him. "I know, it's hard but... I know." ______ "Sierra Damaris! Who are you?" Luthien roars, Sierra flinches, "You know me, I work in your company... what does that mean?" Sierra gasps, cornered by him. "Stop." She mumbles, walking back. "No... You shouldn't hold such power over me. What are you?" Luthien mumbles, leaning onto her as he cages her against the wall, "You are just a human..." Sierra frowns, hearing his mumbles, "What does that mean?" She asks, flustered. "You make me crazy." What was happening to him? Why was she so alluring and unfairly attracting him with that feeling of ownness when she was no one to him, when he already had a mate, Moon Goddess bestowed upon him? — Connect with me through Discord Asin13#1961 My insta account: Author_asin13

⚔ WSA 2025 ENTRY – A NEW LEGENDS IS FORGED! ⚔ Zane Somnus had fallen for a girl. They met online, their conversations stretching late into the night, a digital bond forming through words on a screen. As time passed, Zane’s feelings grew deeper, almost obsessive. When she finally agreed to meet, he didn’t hesitate—he booked a flight to Beijing, convinced that fate had brought them together. But fate was cruel. The moment he saw her, everything unraveled. She barely looked at him before smirking, then laughing. "Oh man, you really thought we were serious? It was all just a joke. But… never mind." Zane stood frozen. His world collapsed in an instant. But the humiliation didn’t end there. She was a famous online streamer—and the entire rejection had been live-streamed to thousands. The comments poured in, mocking him, dissecting his heartbreak like it was entertainment. He became an instant meme, a joke shared across the internet. Something inside him shattered that night. Sleep became impossible. No matter how exhausted he was, the whispers of ridicule haunted him. The glow of his phone screen taunted him with clips of his disgrace. He tried sleeping pills, but they only delayed the torment. Soon, even they failed. Desperation took over. One night, in a haze of exhaustion and madness, he swallowed five times the normal dose. Then—darkness. When he woke up, something was wrong. The air was thick, electric. The world outside his window was… different. Streets twisted into impossible shapes, shadows moved even when nothing cast them. The sky was the wrong color. And then, Ding! A new stream had begun. . . . Zane Somnus awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: Super Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival… and his power was to take naps! But this time, he wasn’t the audience. He will be the main event. ➤ ＡＤＤＩＴＩＯＮＡＬ ＴＡＧＳ➤ ➥ ❖Elves ❖Demons ❖ Beastfolk ❖ Yandere ❖Strong Female Leads ❖ Protagonists ❖Smart MC ❖ Scheming Characters ❖Powerful Enemies❖Level Up ❖Magic ❖Ancient Relics ❖Forbidden Powers ❖Epic Worldbuilding ❖ Dark Fantasy ❖Bloodlines ❖ Mystical Artifacts ❖Secret Societies ❖Divine Intervention ❖Battle for Supremacy ❖Heroes ❖villains ❖Interdimensional Travel ❖Fated Encounters ❖Mythical Beasts The image is not mine; it was AI-generated.

Her Dark Obsession A Dark Fantasy Romance Prologue: The Unseen Watcher The night air was thick with magic. Lucian stood in the shadows, watching her. He had watched her for years, unseen and unnoticed, his presence lingering in the corners of her world. Sophia was human—or so she thought. Living a normal life, laughing with her friends, excelling in school, and basking in the love of her foster parents. She was perfection wrapped in innocence, oblivious to the dark forces that circled her, waiting for her awakening. And now, the time had come. Her transformation was beginning. Lucian clenched his fists. He knew what this meant. Every supernatural being that felt the surge of her power would come for her—some to worship, some to kill, and others, like him, to claim. She was his fated mate. The prophecy was clear. And yet, she didn’t know him. Not yet. But she would.

Nikolas's POV) The city had been my home for years, and I had no intention of leaving. My job at the hospital, my tiny apartment, the constant noise and movement it was all I knew. All I wanted to know. But life had a way of ripping comfort away when you least expected it. When my grandmother died, I didn't have time to process it. Between arranging the funeral, handling the legal mess she left behind, and working double shifts to keep myself from thinking, I barely had a moment to grieve. Then my uncle showed up. I hadn't seen him in years, but he looked exactly the same tall, imposing, with sharp eyes that always made me feel like a child again. He pulled me aside after the burial, gripping my shoulder a little too tightly. "You can't stay here, Nikolas. It's time to come home." Home? What home? My parents had died when I was too young to remember, and my uncle had sent me to live with my grandmother. I had no memories of whatever life came before. No connection to the place he called home. "I have a job here," I told him. "My life is here." He scoffed. "And what would your father think? Wasting your talents in some rundown hospital?" I clenched my jaw. "He's not here to have an opinion." That should have ended the conversation, but my uncle was persistent. "You don't want to know what really happened to them?" His voice dropped lower, his fingers tightening. "About the beast that killed them?" I wanted to roll my eyes. I'd heard his stories before. Wild animals. Some vague, dramatic talk about beasts and monsters. It was easier to ignore him. But a week later, I received my transfer papers. I hadn't requested a transfer, and yet there it was—an official notice that I was being relocated to a private research facility. The name was unfamiliar. Raventhorn Facility. I called my uncle, demanding an explanation, but his response was simple. "You'll still be a nurse, just… working with something more important." And somehow, I found myself leaving everything behind. Raventhorn Facility wasn't like any hospital or research center I'd ever seen. It was deep in the woods, surrounded by thick, towering trees. The building itself was cold concrete walls, security checkpoints, and hallways that smelled of antiseptic and metal. I was introduced to the other staff, most of them doctors and researchers. And then there were the hunters men who operated with military-like precision, dressed in tactical gear and always armed. I told myself it was normal. That these wolves must have been part of some government research project on wildlife. That they were studying aggression, or conservation, or something logical. And I convinced myself of that. Until the night they brought him in. I had been out with a group of hunters, sent to pick up supplies from a nearby outpost, when the call came through. "We got him," a voice crackled over the radio. "Alpha male. Strong. Nearly tore three men apart." The hunters exchanged looks, muttering among themselves. "Took this long to catch him?" one of them grumbled. "Figures. He's the strongest one out there." "What do they even do with them?" I asked, adjusting the strap of my bag. The man beside me shrugged. "Test them. Study them. Doesn't matter. Orders are orders." I didn't argue. It wasn't my business. But when we got back, I saw him. Not a wolf. A man. He was being dragged through the main hall, his hands bound in heavy metal restraints, a thick collar around his throat. He was shirtless, his skin streaked with dirt and blood, but his body was built like a weapon broad shoulders, solid muscle, raw strength barely restrained. His hair was dark, damp from sweat, but it was his eyes that made me stop cold. Gold. Burning. Wild. "What the hell?" I whispered. One of the hunters laughed. "Didn't expect that, did you?" "You're You're bringing in people now?" I demanded, my stomach twisting. "You said you were studying wolves!" The hunter smirked. "We are."

Jason Reed, a 21-year-old felt lost in life as he couldn’t seem to hold down a job or find purpose in life. After being fired from his ninth job in three months; this time for ruining a bakery batch by mixing salt instead of sugar, he returned to his crumbling trailer home, the only thing his parents left behind before mysteriously disappearing years ago. Exhausted and frustrated, Jason skipped dinner and collapsed into bed, only to be pulled into a terrifying nightmare. In the dream, Jason found himself in a strange forest where the sky mirrored the ground, with upside-down trees stretching endlessly above. The forest seemed alive, constantly shifting and changing its shape and colors with weird sounds echoing all around, making him anxious to escape. As Jason finally reached a clearing, he discovered that he was at the edge of a cliff overlooking a battlefield littered with the bodies of monstrous creatures. Turning back in fear, he found himself facing the entrance of a massive cave that wasn’t there moments before. Now trapped between the cliff and the ominous cave, Jason has nowhere to run. A chilling tension fills the air as in the next moment a massive red dragon emerges from the cave. It had bright red, with odd rectangular scales and glowing yellow eyes that gave it a strange, digital appearance, like the final boss of an old arcade game. The dragon growled, releasing thick and massive amounts of smoke from its nostrils as it locked its gaze on Jason. Jason froze, hoping the dragon would leave him alone, but his slightest movement triggered the dragon to attack. Chomp! In a single horrifying moment, the dragon devoured Jason whole, jolting him awake in a cold sweat. Shaken, Jason tried to dismiss the nightmare and get on with his day. But his morning was about to take a bizarre turn when he found a small, red metal case on his bathroom sink. It had an intricate design around its border with a blank center that made it look like the design was incomplete. Inside, he found a deck of some type of cards. However, the moment Jason touched the deck, it glowed with a soft red light followed by a piercing ringing filling his ears. He clutched his head in pain, unable to make it stop. When the ringing finally subsided, Jason slowly picked himself back up only to look up at the mirror and freeze. Staring back at him was the same dragon from his nightmare, its terrifying eyes locking onto his once again. Jason’s life was about to change forever as he uncovered the truth about a dangerous experiment, the chaos it threatened to unleash on the world, and his own role in stopping it. Jason's life was about to change forever as he discovered the truth about a dangerous experiment, the chaos it was about to bring to his world, and his role in stopping something that should never have been created.

In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

After serving the military for countless number of wars, the Knight Ahn Uk decided it's time to put down the sword and live as a commoner. But, as the knight, it's his duty to serve for his lifetime, whether he like it or not. A discussion within the disciplinary board about his retirement leading him to a brand new job scope; a bodyguard to a young prince of the Royal Kingdom of Ki family. Underestimated by new post, Uk grabbed the opportunity with one intention; to secure his freedom from the military. Turns out, it wasn't an easy way out. Prince Min Jun is nothing but a rebellious 20-year old young prince who never follows the rules. He loves a wild lifestyle even though he's aware of his illness. Their first encounter was awkward and forceful, making the prince felt the real pressure for having a book strict bodyguard like Uk. Unknowingly, things got turned when both of them slowly willing to learn about each other after a light talk one night. Min Jun unconsciously developed a feelings for Uk, only to be dismiss coldly by the bodyguard. The young prince did whatever it takes to get close to Uk, with the aim to make the man fall for him. Things got complicated between them during the crown prince's 25th birthday celebration. Uk, who experience some odd situation suddenly wake up the next day in the private chamber of Min Jun. The worst part is the state of himself while waking up, bundle in the young prince's embrace in the most natural state. The incident causes a strain relationship between two men. Uk feels that Min Jun is taking advantage of his state, slowly drawing a thick line and avoiding Min Jun, who on the other hand, can't hide his feeling towards Uk anymore. However, after an incident that happened at Min Jun's royal resident, everything changed between them. The two realize they couldn't live without each other, thus, they started to have a relationship. At the same time, there was a news to Min Jun and his friends about an attempted murder that targetting him by an unknown entity. The team began to investigate the matter, only to unveil some sinister fact about the incident. At the same time, Min Jun and Uk's relationship was put in test due to its abnormality among the people of the era. Will they passed the test and be together despite of the judgement society? Who is the person behind the attempted murder of Min Jun and why he was the target? Everything will be answered in this book, so stay tune!

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern galaxies. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, solar systems, and even galaxies in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.

In the eighth year of the apocalypse, Qin Wu was betrayed and thrown into a pile of zombies. While dying, she regretted not taking a chance and pursuing her beloved man. After being reborn, Qin Wu only wanted to take revenge and pamper her beloved Mo Chenxuan. While he survived the apocalypse, Mo Chenxuan realised he was wrong. The person he truly loved was not his girlfriend before the apocalypse but the secretary who accompanied him through thick and thin. After he was reborn, Mo Chenxuan only wanted to dominate the apocalypse and make Qin Wu the happiest woman in the world.

Long ago, the sky was blue, and birds could fly. There were no "blessed" beings. Everyone was equal, and every child received love, no matter their differences. At least, that’s what Latia’s sister used to say. The world Latia knew was nothing like that fairytale. The sky was always dark, the air thick with smoke and the stench of gas. Yet, despite everything, she clung to her sister’s words, believing that somewhere beyond the ceiling, a different world existed. But faith could not erase her sins. When she lost control of her abilities, she killed many and destroyed the only people she had ever loved. Branded a criminal, she became nothing more than an outcast. Then, an offer came. A chance at redemption. "Welcome to Project Norn," a strange woman told her. "Your task is simple. Descend to the surface and uncover the true horror of the Earth." "And we will grant you whatever you like. Even if it means... to return back in the past"

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest. You will know you understand only when you can't tell the singer from the song, dancer from the dance, and the daoist partners from the dao. This is true enlightenment in the art of dual cultivation ... The 'Naked Sword Art' is a personal skill of mine. It isn't perfect yet, but I believe it will one day be the greatest dual cultivation technique known to man. I am the fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the bane of all men and husbands alike. I am a blind dual cultivator. . . . [ 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 | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . https://discord.gg/SFyWcze **Art work is not mine. If you want me to take it down please contact me**

In the city of Evernight, perpetually shrouded in thick fog, Kael, a hunter from the Hunter Union, stands between two worlds—humans and vampires. As a half-human, half-vampire, Kael is seen as a threat by humans and a traitor by vampires. Yet, his resolve to hunt down the dark creatures that prey on the innocent remains unshaken.

“I will never accept you as my wife!” Damian growled, his voice thick with fury. “Especially knowing that you are just a mere Omega!” The disdain In his words cut through the air, fueling his anger. Isabella Williams, a 24-year-old Omega orphaned after her parents’ deaths, is forced to marry Damian, the ruthless Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, after her stepsister mysteriously disappears. Realizing the bride switch, Damian vows never to accept Isabella as his Luna and to exact revenge for the betrayal. Unknown to him, his stepbrother Derek orchestrated the conspiracy out of deep-seated hatred. As Isabella’s strength and resilience infuriate Damian, he remains unaware that he’s slowly falling in love with her. Will Damian admit his feelings and soften his icy demeanor? And what will happen when Isabella uncovers the truth about her parents’ deaths?

This world is not just adorned with rolling hills, winding rivers, and vast forests—it is also steeped in an unending history of war. In the beginning, all things coexisted in harmony. That was until humans set foot on this land. They carved out territories, built mighty kingdoms, and from there, a rigid hierarchy took root. Kings reigned at the pinnacle of power, nobles ruled with arrogance, commoners endured in silence, and slaves languished in chains of despair. But humans were not the sole inhabitants of this world. Alongside them thrived countless other mysterious races: Elves, graced with ethereal beauty and superior intellect; Beastmen, endowed with razor-sharp instincts and raw strength; Mermaids, enigmatic beings lurking beneath the waves; and many more. Between them lay fragile treaties, alliances laced with distrust, and hostilities simmering beneath the surface—all weaving a grand tapestry of power struggles and betrayal. In this world, the sword was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of honor and supremacy. A single master swordsman could alter the fate of an entire dynasty, and only the strongest could carve their names into the annals of history. But history was a cycle. Kingdoms rose and crumbled, dynasties flourished and fell. People believed that, no matter how fierce the storm, everything would eventually return to its destined order. Until the birth of that girl. Bang! The doors to the great hall burst open, slamming against the walls with a thunderous crash. The air trembled, candle flames flickering as if stirred by an unseen force. "Hurry! Report at once!" A guard rushed in, his face pale, breath ragged. His armor, damp with sweat, clung to his body as if he had sprinted from the city gates without pausing for even a moment. At the center of the hall, the king—a middle-aged man with eyes as sharp as a blade—slowly set his goblet down. Silence gripped the room as all eyes turned toward the breathless messenger. "Speak," the king commanded, his voice calm yet laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of danger. The guard swallowed hard, his voice unsteady. "Your Majesty… Prophet Babade… she passed away moments after delivering her final prophecy!" A heavy silence descended. A few officials exchanged uneasy glances, and the king’s gaze darkened ever so slightly. "What?" His voice was quiet, yet its weight was undeniable. "Explain." The guard bowed his head, his fists clenched in a futile attempt to steady himself. "Your Majesty… before she died, she left behind one last prophecy. A prophecy that will shake the world to its core." The air grew thick with tension. "What did she say?" the king demanded, his voice now a low growl. The guard inhaled sharply, then uttered the words that would send ripples across the world: "A new era is upon us. And with it… the very survival of humanity will be threatened—by a child."

it was something she shouldn't have done, but it was already done. Now all she could do was try to run away. but no matter where she went the billionaire was set to find her. she was his new found oxygen, something he didn't want to let go. Aleric a self made billionaire from millionaire. a handsome bachelor wanted to be own by every lady. A cold hearted king, had a one night stand with a stripper and he was hell bent on finding her and claiming her. Sophia a stripper who has escaped from everything all her life found herself stuck to this man no matter where she ran or where she hid. . . . "You touch me, I stop, and you only let go when I tell you to," he said as he dived back in. All I could do was grip the sheets as I moaned in pleasure. . . . "it's Aleric"

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.”

Warning: Mature content He is her ice while she is his fire that melt his ice heart. The heat that comes from the fire consume his whole being, shook his entire rock and hardened being melting his cold ice stone heart, cracking it's cold heart that was deeply covered in thick iciness. She was being tempted to the darkness that calls her, that wants her and want to consume her whole. ★★★★★ A town shrouded with silence and extreme fear where vampires lurked in every shadow, Evelyn's parents always warn her about the dangers of vampires, but their cautionary tales couldn't prepare her for the mysterious stranger who haunted her dreams every night. She'd wake up trembling, torn between fear and fascination. This unknown man's presence stirred a forbidden desires within her, tempting her into a darkness of horror and at the same fascination. "That night, he appeared again this time his silver eyes burning brighter than ever with a flaming intensity. He hovered over her, his fingertips slowly and ever so lightly touched her skin sending shivers down her spine........ A suspense filled story with it's blend of dark mysteries and dark romance that keeps readers at the edge of their seats wanting to read more.

Trapped in a room with locked doors and a closed window, it was just me and the bottle. Carefully, I read every inscription on it, and an instruction caught my attention. It said, “Active at low dosage.” I opened the bottle, and it's poisonous smell enveloped the room. I took a deep breath and emptied the content of the bottle into my mouth. I shook the bottle and allowed the last drop of the liquid to rest on my tongue. Then, I tossed the bottle away. I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, thinking I was never going to open them again. Just like I see in the movies. But no! It didn’t happen that way. It came with an unexplainable pain – a very awful experience where I felt like my organs were coming out of my mouth and my eyes were falling out of their sockets. There was so much blood pumping out of my nostrils as a hot tear rolled down my cheek. I held my stomach and screamed aloud to let out the excruciating pain that I felt. In my struggle for life, I fell off the bed and dragged my body, continuously trying to reach the door. Unfortunately, my bones were weakened, and I couldn’t help myself. I pounded vigorously on the door, but no one was coming to my aid. Then, I tried shouting again, but this time, I couldn’t find my voice. That was when I realized I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. Oh, my cellphone! I could call someone for help. Wanting to drag my body to the direction of my cell phone, I realized I wouldn’t be able to do that since I couldn’t lift myself off the ground. I wept bitterly, reminiscing about all the events that brought me to this point. I remembered how I constantly uploaded on my socials about how depressed I was, but no one ever understood what I was facing. I knew that when I was gone, my image would trend on media platforms, and people would try to reach out to my family, wanting to show how much they care and support… but they never really cared when I needed it. No one came to my aid except for Mr. Depression and Miss Sadness, who stood by me all this while and encouraged me to end my ordeal by leaving this world. Caught out of my thoughts, I felt this thick darkness and a threatening presence in the room, which I couldn’t escape. I knew it was time. I got tired of struggling because I was weak. My system was shutting down gradually, and my brain couldn’t function as it should. Every sound became faint, and soon I couldn’t hear them anymore. At this point, I felt no pain. My eyes were open, but I couldn’t see anymore… The darkness just grew thicker…

17-year old Zanetor is thrust into an unfortunate incident. A man, cloaked in a thick overcoat steals his mother's soul as she lay in her death bed. Zanetor attempts to stop him but dies as a sudden explosion turns the hospital to rubble. The man leaves him with a task; To find him and retrieve his mother's soul before he got bored with it. Zanetor awakens in the Spirit Realm and now has to tread the path of a natural outcast as he navigates the complexities of different realms and learns the importance of strengthing bonds that deserve to last.

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

Be sure to join the official HTWQ Discord server for news on the novel, direct updates, polls, & exclusive rewards such as original illustrations: https://discord.gg/pxMTZp9f5j You can donate to the novel: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau Growing up as a slave in the Halloween Kingdom, Junk had been a prisoner for as long as he could remember. Born without a healthy nor stable body, he might have been the weakest of all the Minotaurs. Managing to finally escape the confines of his prison cell, the beast wanders the Kingdom’s dangerous roads. His body and soul slowly and painfully withering into nothingness until he miraculously runs into one final chance—the fallen Witch Queen—Lady September Autumn who had just recently been dethroned of her royal title. She provides him the opportunity to remain alive. Keeping his body and soul intact by feeding him with her royal, sacred Queen milk. Of course, this is no act of charity. She asks for his services in return. In exchange for harvesting her milk, Junk must become her loyal servant and bodyguard fulfilling whatever she commands: including hunting down and defeating all of those responsible for her dethronement. Refuse, and no more milk. No more milk, and the Minotaur will be doomed to perish once more. So a symbiotic relationship is formed. However, the ex-prisoner has something in mind for his powerful new Queen. Harvesting the bitch herself! Ultimately corrupting her into his breeding-slut when the time is right and birthing an army of monsters to re-take the kingdom for himself instead. Together, they are marching through this ghoulish and spooky fantasy world plagued with undead, spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, demonic Gods and far worse! . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . Discord link: https://discord.gg/Vx9zZqB5Ny Donations: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau https://www.patreon.com/camillejuteau If you have any question or hate mail: seishihentai@gmail.com Thank you for all the awesome feedback.

My name is Gemma Morgan, and I’m a Stripper. Most girls don’t do this because they love it, they do it because they have to. Bills to pay. Kids to feed. No other choice. But me? I love it. I live for it. The thrill of grinding against a man’s lap, feeling their need, their hunger, it's better than any drug. I wasn’t abused as a kid. I don’t have a tragic backstory. My parents are alive and well. I even send them money sometimes, not that they know where it comes from. I’m not ashamed. I don’t need saving. But this is my story... and trust me, it’s not what you think.

After losing her job, Wan Qian unexpectedly inherits the estate of an distant great-uncle—a remote countryside farm. She originally thought she could enjoy a leisurely rural life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, she soon discovers that the farm is unbelievably strange—animals on the farm produce crops, whispers rustle from the wardrobe at midnight, and what flows from the faucet is not clear water but thick red liquid… Even more absurd, interns who come to work always mysteriously "resign," leaving only a calm and composed butler who hands her a new labor contract with a smile every day. Faced with all this, Wan Qian optimistically rolls up her sleeves: "Alright then, running a farm isn't easy. I have to find a way to turn a profit." So, using outrageous workplace logic and farm management experience, she tames an eldritch god into a guard dog, hires a midnight butcher as a chef, and even enlists a faceless girl as an accountant… While others tremble in fear, she leisurely patrols the farmland: "No slacking off! If performance targets aren't met, your wages will be docked." Thus, a farm where "humans and ghosts and monsters" beings coexist is officially open for business! —Horror? Not at all. With the right job assignments, every ghost and monster can be a model corporate worker!