Stroking Cock

The world ended when the last Author fell. The story should have stopped. But someone kept writing. In the fog-drenched city of Nocthaven, where fate is scripted by unseen gods known as the Authors, every life follows a page. Every breath, every death, prewritten. But the pen fell silent. Time froze. The world decayed. Yet Darksun walks still. Branded a Defector, he carries the Nameless Manuscript—a living anomaly that lets him rewrite fragments of fate. Each stroke of its ink grants power… and madness. Hunted by Archivists, whispered about in shadows, and pursued by those who fear what he could become, Darksun defies the ending etched by the divine. But tampering with fate is not without price. As forgotten scripts awaken, ancient entities stir, and Rewrite Agents begin their purge, one truth becomes clear: He is not the hero. Not the villain. Not the chosen one. He is the one who writes after the end. --- Dark Fantasy Mystery Narrative System Post-Apocalyptic Anti-Hero MC Fate Manipulation Cosmic Horror Scheming Urban Fantasy System-Without-System ---

Aiko Shirai was a washed-up mangaka with three cancellations and a dying dream—until a mysterious pen appeared in her kitchen. No name. No owner. But when she used it, her new manga exploded to #1 overnight. Every panel drawn with it is gold. Every stroke sells. Her art is suddenly flawless. Her name? Back on top. The industry that once laughed now worships her. But fame draws more than fans. Rival artists want what she has. Editors grow suspicious. Because the pen doesn’t just draw manga. It draws from her—memories, pain, ambition. The deeper she uses it, the more it shapes her world... and warps it. Now Aiko must protect her secret, defend her success, and survive a world where failure means vanishing, and popularity is everything. Because in an industry this obsessed with hits, the deadliest thing you can hold is a pen that makes them on it's own.

Synopsis: A young man is suddenly transmigrated into the body of a cursed prince—born of incest, hated by the empire, and burdened with a fate not his own. Thrust into a world of war, political turmoil, and ancient secrets, he finds himself trapped in a storm of chaos he never asked for. Armed with nothing but a broken, almost useless system,[Hey, I'm not useless.] he must find a way to survive, adapt, and outwit the forces that seek to destroy him. Join him on a journey that is at times tragic, at times joyful, and often hilariously absurd—as he stumbles through blood, betrayal, and bizarre events in search of freedom and meaning. [Bloody Tears] {A sneak peek} Nyx suddenly placed his hand on his stomach, took deep breaths, and, with a big smile on his face, said, "I can feel it… I can feel it inside me." [What can you feel?] Love had no idea what Nyx was talking about. "I can feel the 'Nine Cocked Fox' inside me. Yes, give me power, fox!" [Huh? Nine Cocked Fox?] Love asked. "In my previous world, 'Nine Cocked Fox' was an imaginary character from a comic called Naro. It lived inside a man named Naro and gave him powers, and kids in the real world wanted to swing on its nine Cocks." [Wait, there's no fox or anything inside you! You're just hungry. What are you doing? This time, there was a little anger in Love's voice. Hearing this, Nyx sat properly. He was a little disappointed. After a while, he started pulling his hand and then, with disappointment, said, "Not even Fucky?" [What nonsense are you talking about? There’s nothing like that inside you. You are just an ordinary human.] This time, Love’s voice was full of anger and a hint of irritation. "Oh!" Nyx sat down disappointed. Then he looked outside the stable door. He kept staring for a while before, with slight fear, saying, "No, no, no…" [What happened now?] Irritation was clearly evident in Love’s voice. Nyx quickly and with some enthusiasm replied, "Why is the moon giving off so much light?" He said with fear, and then his eyes fell on the nameplate of the stable. But he couldn’t understand what was written there. Still, with fear and hesitation, he said, "Don't tell me… Are you saying that it says 'Everyone will die, including me' over there? No, no, no…" He said, pointing towards that nameplate with his index finger. [Hey, wait, this is not your comic or novel! Sit quietly right there, and that’s the sun, not the moon.] This time, Love shouted. [And what is this 'Everyone will die' nonsense? That is a nameplate, and the name of the stable’s owner is written there.] Love yelled in frustration. "Oh!" Disappointment returned to his face. [Now sit here calmly and listen.] He did as he was told. [There is no fox inside you, and this is not some novel or comic from your old world.]

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

"What we are is but a mote of dust floating between heaven and earth, inconsequential and trivial." Shi Jing was just an ordinary person living an equally ordinary life. Forced to transmigrate into the world of immortals and deities, awakening his SSS-Ranked skill and given a cultivation system. He pursue the dao. [Ding Ding!] [SSS-Ranked Skill: Regression] Immortal Empress and Emperors reincarnates to pursue dao, while he regress infinitely.    What takes others a thousand years to comprehend, he grasp in a single day!  "Monster! My sword stroke took a million year to perfect, y-yet you performed it at a glance!" ------------------------------------------------- I'm a procrastinator, motivate me! Bonus Incentive (Subject to Change): Base Rate: 2Ch/Day [10 GT=+1 Chapter] [100 PS = +1 Chapter] Max +3 Bonus Per Day! ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- Daily Upload | @Est: 8:00 AM Daily Upload | @GMT: 8:00 PM

In her past life, Si Huang was controlled and manipulated by her family. She was hailed as the best leading actor of her generation, yet she met a tragic end. Unexpected circumstances granted her a rebirth. She could start all over again—with the bonus of a peculiar inheritance. ‘This is my chance!’ Si Huang thought, stroking her chin. ‘This time, I will have my revenge. An eye for an eye.’ * She reclaimed her throne in the entertainment industry, becoming the number one prince charming in the eyes of women by day, and she wielded a dark power—being a vicious mastermind behind the scenes by night. One word and the stock market was under her control. She was the mysterious angel of fortune among businessmen. One fist was enough to bring her enemies to their knees. She was a tiny conqueror among an army of men. Mm… And she was the object of a certain someone’s affection. However, one day, the world rose into an uproar—this prince charming was a woman! * Amidst the swarm of lascivious men, a certain man smirked. ‘I’ve been guarding my wife for a very long time. Who would dare steal her?’ “Sir, Mr. Li has invited Young Master Si to dinner.” “Shut down his family’s hotel.” “Sir, Young Master Si had a fight with the Wang Family's heir.” “Send a message to the surgeon. Ensure that he gives the patient the ‘special treatment'.” “Huh? But Young Master Si is alright.” “I was referring to the Wang Family’s son.” “...” * Many years later, their little bundle of joy pointed at the television screen, which was showcasing The Nation’s Most Desirable Men and Women. The little one stared at the man beside him, looking very confused. “What’s wrong, little one?” the man asked, radiant with fatherly gentleness. The little one pointed at the television hesitantly, going back and forth multiple times before finally asking, “Are you my daddy or mommy?” The man’s face darkened instantly. “I’m your father, of course!” “But they say that my daddy is the real prince charming, and prince charming married you!” The little one explained with a serious look on his face. The man was speechless.

“What did I ever do to make you all hate me so much?" I suppressed the tears that threatened to trickle down my face as my hands trembled by my side. "Please forgive us, Emma. We are sorry." Xerxes said quietly while Xavier regarded me with brooding eyes, not uttering a single word. "We’re sorry. We didn’t know the truth back then. "But we do now. And we—we love you." Xander added. “Love?” I spat. “You think loving me is enough to make me forget the trauma and years of hating? What about the undeserved punishments and how you picked Vera over me time and time again?”They flinched, but I didn't stop speaking. "Love doesn’t erase scars. Love doesn't undo pain, you self-righteous jerks! And sometimes—" With a stony expression, I met each of their gazes, one by one. “Love just isn’t enough." I stepped back holding my head high. "You want my heart? Earn it. I won’t just hand it over, not after what you all did to me." Then I turned and walked away, leaving them in the silence, and shame I had swallowed for years. It was time for them to earn my love and I wouldn't give it to them on a platter of gold. ** ** ** ** The Beta's Bastard. A lowly omega. Her mother's mistake. That was what she was known as. All her entire life, Emma Hunter was sentenced to live as a Pack slave—unseen, unloved, and unwanted. But on her 18th birthday, everything changed. A twisted stroke of fate mated her to the cruel Alpha Triplets—Xavier, Xander, and Xerxes, who hated her with every fibre of their being. The good news? They were Emma’s first love before everything came tumbling down. The bad news? Emma was mated to the Alphas, who were betrothed to her half sister—Vera—the golden girl of the Pack. And Vera? She wasn’t about to let a bastard ruin her perfect Luna fantasy. Discarded, humiliated, rejected and treated like trash, Emma was forced to watch in pain while they treated her sister better than her. But fate has a twisted sense ofhumourr because when lie, and dangerous secrets come to light, Emma becomes the woman the triplets want not just as their Luna but as their love. Now they all want her. Need her. But Emma is no longer the weak little omega they thought she was. One used her. One wants to own her. One will betray her. And in a world built on scandals and dangerous revelations, who will Emma choose as her mate among the triplets? What will be the fate of the other two? Who will betray her? Find out in this tale of romance, betrayal and twisted secrets that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

Annabel Willows lived a happy life as the most loved daughter, amongst the 3 daughters of Don Willow, the richest businessman in their province. But been the beloved daughter sparked jealousy amongst her sisters, Samantha and Caroline, which slowly deepened into hatred. Annabel’s golden world crumbles when her father suffers a stroke and their family business plunges into bankruptcy. To save her father’s legacy she is cornered into marrying the First son of the powerful Emerson’s family. But on her wedding day, the cruel truth is unveiled as Annabel realized she wasn’t getting married to the heir but to the reclusive third son, Reynold Emerson, who is feared for his ruthless nature and rumored to be a flesh eating monster. Annabel’s world sink further as she discovered, she bears an uncanny resemblance to Reynolds’ deceased wife. Slowly, she realized her family plot to sell her out as a replacement for Reynold late wife. Betrayed by her family, trapped in an unknown world where no one truly cares, Annabel must now fight for her identity, her rights and her sanity. Will this twisted union be the end of her — or the start of something even darker than love?

When there were strange signs in the sky, there must be demons lurking. Li Mo, who had studied antiques since he was young, had a strange change in his eyes after being struck by lightning. With a pair of divine eyes, he gained the ability to see through things and sense objects. He bought a gourd bottle for 500 yuan at a flea market and sold it for 230,000 yuan. A painting he casually bought turned out to be a genuine work by Xu Beihong, worth thirty to forty million yuan. The black double-eared bottle that came with the purchase of a set of gold jewelry turned out to be a genuine possession of the Ming imperial family. Ancient bronze ware, exquisitely crafted porcelain, calligraphy and painting with bold and vigorous strokes, and thrilling gambling stones came one after another. From then on, Li Mo's life underwent a revolutionary change. "I have divine eyes, and there are no treasures in the world that can escape my sight."

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Damien murmured. “You could have chosen to defy me. Yet, here you are.” His fingers traced higher, a teasing and agonizing path. Chloe shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand pressed forward past the barrier of silk. A soft gasp escaped her lips when his fingers found the space between her legs. “So tell me, what do you want?” he whispered against her skin, his strokes slow and teasing, breaking her breaths. Chloe looked down, watching the way his hands moved—possessive, steady, each motion more intoxicating than the last. “I want you,” she said. “I want you.” Damien Cross only had one mission—revenge. Cold, calculating, and merciless, he’s spent years building an empire and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the man who betrayed him. Chloe Bennett was never supposed to be part of the plan. But when she walked into his life, she became the perfect pawn… and the one temptation he can’t resist. Now the game has changed. She was meant to be leverage. But now she’s becoming his obsession.

[Female Alpha× Male omega] ................................................. Arthur watched as the gaze of the alpha in front of him not moving the slightest as she then grinned, making him heat up and blush, forcing him to look away from her dangerously beautiful face. And then, she spoke, her eyes obsessively wandering around his lips now, making Arthur feel like he might burn away from just the gaze of those eyes alone. "So, you agreed to marry me?" "Mm." "I want words, love." "Y-yeah." Arthur couldn't help but stutter out of nowhere. "That's more like it. Use that sweet voice of yours more, sweetheart. Understood?" "Y-yeah." He stuttered again. "And it should be louder in bed, got it love?" "Th-Hic!" Arthur suddenly hiccupped and covered his mouth hurriedly, secretly glancing at her but locking eyes accidently, making him feel even more miserable now. God he can't really blush any more than this. He was exhausted just being at her gaze already. Why was she so perfect and hot and sexy and breathtakingly beautiful and intimidating? 'God, this woman...' "You know what, my love? Blushing and looking at me like that...I don't know how I am holding back from just throwing you into a wall and fucking your brains out and making you a complete breathless mess." Her beath was heavy and Arthur knew. She meant it all. She was serious. And he was into it...very much. His eyes must have sparkled with the excitement as she then smirked, leaning close to him. And then she whispered. "You are going to be the death of me Arthur. I swear to god I am going to make you the happiest omega alive." * * * Note: Omegaverse Female Alpha × Male Omega And, yes, that alpha here has a cock. (If you are not a fan of this trope, then please don't move further. I already warned you, so don't complain later. Thank you.) (I don't own the cover art.)

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What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys? Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other. In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary. If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate. Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

I scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Cade squeezed his face into displeasure as he stepped closer to me, “What doesn’t matter anymore?” His blue eyes turned a shade darker than they should. “You are our mate, Isn’t that what you wanted all along?” Kael spoke and I snapped my gaze at him. It was too late! Nothing could ever make me want them. I loathed them so much that it hurt. Perhaps that’s what happens to a broken soul who was given a second chance. “Iris…” Zane called. He was the calmest of the three, his eyes were soft, trying to reach out to me and I stepped back avoiding him like a plague. They were monsters. All three of them. I find it hard to breathe but this was my decision to make. Gone was the fragile old me. “I, Iris Orlene…” I stared at the triplets dead in the eyes, inhaling sharply. Not a single drop of emotion was left in me. “Reject you all three Alphas; Cade, Kael, and Zane Verek to be my mate.” *** Iris Oren, once the cherished daughter of Alpha Oren Roland and Luna Selene of the Blackbane Pack, I faced a dire accusation of treason for allegedly poisoning the former beta who’s now the current alpha, Alpha Darius Verek, the current ruthless leader who betrayed and murdered my parents when I was just a kid, accused me of their murder and took over the alpha throne. Now, I am a despised maid in my own pack. I am publicly condemned in the council room, surrounded by hostile pack members, including Alpha Darius, his sons who are triplets, Cade, Kael, and Zane, my childhood sweet hearts, and my former best friend Liora. Despite my weak protests of innocence, no one believed me, and Darius sentenced me to death by being buried alive but the council pleaded as he shifted the punishment to 200 strokes of whips with sulfur powder but unknown to me, it was changed to a silver powder, very dangerous to werewolves. During this brutal public punishment, I couldn’t make it, I died. Waking up again, I realised I'd been brought back to my past life, on my 18th birthday, days before my death. In my past life, I am a weak and wolfless omega who can’t even defend herself and has loved the triplets so dearly that I could do anything for them without considering my dignity. Now I am reborn, I am determined to change my fate.

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 Jack stumbles upon an app that grants him the power to charm any woman he desires. He starts by seducing secretaries, making them beg for his cock. He then moves on to underworld bosses, fucking them senseless and leaving them panting for more. His charm extends to political leaders, who become putty in his hands, eager to please him in every way. He doesn't stop there; he seduces wives and aunts, making them his willing women, ready to fulfill his every dirty fantasy. Jack takes on pornstars, turning them into his personal fuck toys. He unleashes his wildest, most depraved desires on them, making them scream with pleasure and pain. His journey is one of unbridled lust and power, where no woman can resist his charm. Jack's SUDIX App Profile: Name: Jack Age: 25/85 (Extra life: $1 million/year) Height: 6'2" Attributes: Stamina: 10 (Maximum) Endurance: 10 (Maximum) Charm: 10 (Maximum) Abilities: Fiery Eyes Ability: This ability allows the user (often depicted in fictional contexts) to visualize sensitive points on women's bodies, revealing areas that may elicit heightened responses or sensations. Conception Control Ability: The power to intentionally decide whether a woman gets pregnant during sexual intercourse. Body Manipulation: Can stretch his body parts and increase his penis size and thickness by two, three, or four times. The Healer: Possesses the ability to manipulate his body fluids, such as saliva, urine, semen, and blood, transforming them into potent healing agents capable of mending injuries and restoring health. Lust Demon: Grants the user the power to make any woman surrender completely after one encounter if they ejaculate inside her.[This Ability also has some hidden functions ] Women: (Count of women who are under his spell) Enjoy the ride; it's going to be a wild one! Scenes Included: First-Time Intimate Encounters Passionate Shower and Bath Scenes Anal Play and Intercourse Squirting and Water Play Scenes Outdoor and Forbidden Encounters Sneaky, Hidden, and Secretive Sex Moments Mother and Daughter Forbidden Scenes Exciting New Chapters! 2 Chapters Released Daily Get Ready to Dive Into the World of "Milf Hunter"! You Can Join Me on Discord https://discord.gg/cNazpAgZvt

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

"well we are horny and you happen to be available, ha ha ha" uncle says with a develish laugh taking off his clothes while my father stroked his manhood backing Lilly against the door. "please sir , please don't do this to me I beg you" Lilly prayed but the more she cried the more aroused they got , it was as if her please and tears were a turn on to them. "Dad , please let her go ,we won't tell anybody about this please" I begged but unfortunately my father and uncle were not ready to let go our maid . "Call me Dad one more time and we'll let her go and fuck you instead" My father said charging towards me and I froze. He pulled me up and examined my body. "well your body is just as appetizing as your mother's" my father said giving me a hard squeeze on my ass and I whined in pain. "oh you dirty girl , you love what daddy is doing to you huh" he said licking his lips and kissed me on the forehead pressing his manhood on my belly. "Relax baby your day will come too" he said and pulled a rope fastening it hard on my body. "I don't want you escaping or tying anything stupid, watch and take some notes" he said and left me getting back to Lilly who has been crying hopelessly. . . . I am Nina , and this is my life story.

Wuxing lived a normal life until tragedy stroke and got whis whole shaken, after the loss of her mother he will go to the place of his parents, answers, justice, vengeance, will he achieve it or will he lose himself in the busy streets of the Holy River cult?

In a world where power is painted into existence, and every color bends reality itself, Kairos Kaiser was born without a single stroke. No chants. No colors. No place. Labeled an anomaly, Kairos was raised in silence beneath the shadow of a throne that was never meant to be his. But when a sacred trial shatters his destiny and reveals a secret buried beneath the empire’s foundation, he begins to see the world—and himself—for what they truly are. Behind every brushstroke lies a lie. Behind the empire, a prison. And beyond the Veil… something is waiting. Now, hunted by his own blood and haunted by a power he never asked for, Kairos must uncover the truth of his origin, survive the madness of a world unraveling—and face the terrifying cost of freedom. Because to break the Veil, He’ll have to erase everything. Even himself. main arc starts from volume 2, volume one is Skippable but important. The main arc starts from chapter 11.

Claire and Emily arrived at university like any other sheltered girls—eighteen, fresh-faced, soft-spoken, untouched. They shared a dorm, giggled through lectures, and whispered about boys like they were stories from another world. But one quiet afternoon, a single accidental click changes everything—a video, a kiss, a flicker of heat between two women. What begins as silent curiosity grows into hunger neither of them understands. They don’t talk about it at first. They can’t. But the silence between them turns electric. Looks linger. Fingers brush. Night after night, desire simmers beneath their sheets. As the weeks go by, restraint unravels. Secrets are traded under covers. Moans echo against thin dorm walls. They explore each other first—but it doesn’t stop there. Claire wants to know what it’s like to ride a cock. Emily wants to be used. Their innocence rots into obsession, and they begin to spiral—hard and fast—into the arms, mouths, and beds of anyone who wants them. Professors. Jocks. Nerds. Girls. Groups. No shame. No rules. Just sex. By the end of the semester, Claire and Emily aren’t the quiet girls in the back row anymore. They’re the ones everyone’s fucked. The ones everyone wants to fuck again. And they don’t care who knows. Because once the floodgates opened, they never closed.

After giving everything she had to her father—including her loyalty, her dignity, and the trust of a husband she betrayed—Olivia was cast aside in the most brutal of ways. Her father, the Duke, petitioned the Emperor not only to strip her of her title, but to have her head shaved, her body mutilated, and her reputation dragged through the dirt by parading her half-naked through the capital. In a final act of cruelty, he revealed that he had never seen her as a daughter, but merely a tool to rid himself of her husband. In an act of mercy defying imperial decree, her brother ended her torment with a swift stroke of his sword. But death was not the end. Olivia awakens to find herself months before her execution—alive, aware, and burning with the knowledge of what is to come. This time, she vows to be the wife her husband deserved... and to make every last one of them pay for what they did to her.

Evelyn was never someone who liked to stand out, as she only wanted to pass her days without people noticing her. Being too scared of people discovering her secret, she always kept a low profile and soon became the loner no one really noticed, even if she was around, but this didn't bother her at all as she just continued with her daily life. Until, by a stroke of luck or maybe even faith, she met the one person who accepted her for who she was and would show that she doesn't have to be scared of who she really is, but embrace it instead as she helps her grow into a person she never knew she could become. Or maybe the person she was always meant to be. This is an 18+ rated story, with a Futa main lead-so please read it on your own behalf. You have been warned. Also, English is not my first or even second language, so I would love any and all suggestions you can give me to improve your enjoyment when it comes to reading the story.

The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle. Fresh blood trikled down from her foot. How long was it until she reached another village. The forest was covered in snow and the frost Had started bite her skin. Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone. But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company. And she was sure it was not good company. She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run' But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape. What if it was a vampire! Or worst a black witch.!!!! She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side. ***** Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches. No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest. Hell or heaven? Who cared anyways. He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night. He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room. Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood. This wasn't human blood but then what race was this? He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds. Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place. Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position. but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch. While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands. Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other.

“This weak, pathetic omega thought she could be my mate and my Luna.” He paused, letting everyone feel his disgust. “She cried for attention, and begged for my cock, and whispered sweet things into my ears. But she is worthless. She has no strength. No pride. No grace. She is just an empty whore.” The crowd gasped, some nodded. Their eyes followed his every word. My legs turned weak as I felt flooded with helplessness. He looked down at me like I was a bug and said. “Aria Blake. Mate of the Alpha no more. You mean nothing to me. Tonight, I cast you out.” **** Aria Blake was the quiet omega everyone ignored, the one no one thought would ever matter. So when she discovered her fated mate was Jaxon Storm, the cold and powerful Alpha of the West, she believed her life was finally about to change. She was wrong. Jaxon crushed her hope, humiliated her, and cast her out without a second thought. Heartbroken and alone, Aria fled into the dark forest. She thought she’d lost everything—until she learned she was carrying his child. Hunted and terrified, Aria tried to disappear. But fate wasn’t finished. Four powerful Alphas found her. Each one protected her. Each one awakened something inside her. And each one turned out to be her second chance mates. Not just one. Not two. But four. Now, Aria is no longer the weak girl they once overlooked. She's a mother to be, a Luna in the making, and a storm the Alphas never saw coming. And when Jaxon comes back to claim what he threw away, he’ll learn the hard way that you don’t cast aside a queen and expect her to stay down.

Tropes: Cold-to-Obsessed ML · Transformation Arc · Secrets & Lies · Enemies-to-Lovers ongoing serial New episode (chapter) drops daily! He gave her the divorce… She took his empire. Lianna Serein married Kian Vale out of duty… an invisible wife in a loveless arrangement. Three years of cold dinners, separate beds, and silent nights left her a ghost in his life. When Kian finally signs the papers to free himself, he expects nothing more than a quiet exit. He never reads the fine print. At the stroke of his pen, Lianna activates the clause her late mother embedded deep in their marriage contract… half of Vale Corporation…including every share, asset, and pre-marital holding…now belongs to the Serein partner upon divorce. Suddenly, the woman he dismissed as weak emerges as a ruthless force of nature. Now she’s CEO of her own brand, a media darling, and a billionaire in her own right. She reinvents herself in scarlet heels and tailored power suits… waging a quiet war from penthouse boardrooms to glittering galas. All the while, Kian watches from across his kingdom, his icy composure cracking into obsession… and regret. With old alliances crumbling and new rivals emerging… Kian’s cold fiancée Cassandra, Lianna’s shadowy lawyer Juno Thorne, and a cutthroat investor who’s more than he seems… no one is safe. She’s no longer his wife… She’s his greatest threat. And this time? She will not be silenced.

Just as he wakes up in the hospital, Rhodes is driven to marry his dead fiancee. However, this ploy to steal his inheritance doesn’t work in their favor. Rhodes abandons his hollow life after losing his memories… to follow the trail of a mysterious man who appeared at his wedding. It leads him back to his unlikely hometown and the site of his first demise. Killian only wants a life of his choosing. However, his family’s self-instated mission as keepers of the spiritual realm keeps interfering with his dreams. His sole lucky stroke is running into Rhodes again. Riches, secrets, and ghosts converge in the new life they wove together. A ghost hotel attracts all kinds of spirits that might harm the people… or give answers to Rhodes’s strange amnesia. Will they balance everything in the two worlds, or will they cause one disaster after another? This is a work of fiction. All similarities to real people and events are all coincidental.

Natasha Novak was a fairly known artist from an Earth devastated by pandemics. One day, she was playing an online game and falls off her chair as a moment of luck brightens her otherwise monotonous life, and dies of a stroke due to hitting her head. Reborn in Galeia, a world of magic, she sets out to explore this brand new planet and maybe find others like her. Join her and her companions as she faces a world with a culture alien to her, meets Gods, and takes part in adventures all over the globe.

The Royal Queen of Regin Kingdom was uncrowned overnight. She was betrayed, caged and sold to the Southern slavers of the Southern Canyons. By a stroke of luck, she was given her freedom but to escape the chase of her enemies, she decided to journey to the Northern Wilderness controlled by the Northern King. But, what if she escaped the poisonous snakes only to run into the fangs of a wolf?

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.