Babysitter Tickled

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.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. 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. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “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?"

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

Who is best suited to care for the son of the strongest after his father is slain by evil? His mother? That would be the case—if she were still alive. His family? He has none. The government? No, they lack the strength to protect him from the same evil and the skill to train him. His father’s greatest nemesis? The only right answer.

A heroic tale. A knight in shining armor. A mage who can obliterate the world with just a flick of a finger. A mysterious rogue that moves like a shadow. A goddess so stunning and wise, shining upon the world and giving humanity a flicker of hope in the darkest times. Yeah, you’re not getting that here. Instead, let me introduce you to my squad—ahem, I mean, the Hero's Backup Squad! The unsung, overworked, questionably competent crew that works behind the scenes to make sure the real "heroes" don’t trip over their own destiny and die before they actually save the world. Hah! Do you really think heroes always win? That they magically save the world, have crazy strong powers, never die before the final battle, and somehow pull off the impossible every time? Yeah. That’s because the gods upstairs hire others to make sure things don’t go off track. That’s what we do. The invisible fixers, the divine crisis management team, the ones patching up the hero’s dumb mistakes before it happen while they get all the glory. Not that I’m bitter about it. (Okay, maybe a little.) I’m supposed to give a proper introduction here, but honestly? I don’t, I—ugh. You know what? Just read it. You’ll see. Sincerely, Goddess Yuna Keeper of the Subdivision of Heroic Affairs (And Unpaid Babysitter of Questionable Recruits)

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

2 kids and there babysitter encounter somthing very scary in the woods and...

Rhaiven Mendoza, the great playboy known throughout campus. Because of his strange stubbornness, he had to be shot by a nanny so that someone could watch over him. But, all the babysitters his parents take do not last long because of its cruelty. Until they find a counterpart. Haila who can do everything for her family. Will they get along or will Haila also be among the babysitters she expelled?

In "Fractals," Sarang embarks on a spectacular voyage as reality unravels. Join him on this mind-bending journey of mystery, intrigue, and a dramatic vision change. In the distant future, our protagonist explores a world where perceptions are broken and discovers a secret reality in the mysterious shards strewn over the sky. The air in this enigmatic region crackles with supernatural energy, tickling his senses and increasing his interest. The familiar environment becomes a kaleidoscope of twisted shapes and colours, testing his reality. Our protagonist deciphers the skies' mysteries, driven by a hunger for knowledge.

"Asher, no." She said weakly. She sounded needy and pathetic according to her but that would have to for the moment. "I can hear the need in your voice, you little liar." He whispered as he came even closer so that his breath was tickling her neck while he spoke in her ear. She herself could feel the need as it made a bead or two of sweat to form on her brow. She was excited about it much more than she could ever tell anyone. She however knew better than to do it on the day her sister was meant to get engaged. "At least not today." She whispered back with her eyes shut trying to calm her racing heart down enough to reason with him. "So you saying if it wasn't today and we were in the same position you wouldn't hesitate?" He asked so close to her ear that she shivered in delight and a small giggle left her mouth at the same time as it was her tickle spot making him chuckle at the feeling.

Web novel writer Jin Han-sol, who had an unfortunate accident on a trip to England to clear his head, said, “This is… Big Ben?” When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of the British Empire of the 19th century, where romance, literature, and racism breathed! You have to survive somehow, from the dockworker to the rich maid to the babysitter! The opportunity that came to him who had worked so hard that his feet were sweating, “Teacher! No, author! I’m glad to see you now!!” “…… You’re a writer?” “He’s the best writer of novels in London right now.” That chance, a fiction writer? At this time, the writing of the Great Moon, which will change the world with a single pen, begins to give cider to the bastards of the British Empire! _________ Release Schedule: 3 Chapters on Wednesday and 4 Chapters on Sunday

Search for books with the same title for more updates on goole play, gumroad, esty The first time she met him, she was a kindergarten teacher, and he was a parent. The second time she met him, she was the wife being bullied by a mistress, and he was the "knight in shining armor." The third time she met him, she was his client, and he was her attorney. ... By the Nth meeting, Attorney Shen said, "Su Liang, don’t you think our relationship should evolve? For example, you could be Xiaoyuan’s mom, and I could be Xiaoyuan’s dad." Shen Nancheng was a renowned gold-medal lawyer in Hangzhou, known for his rare defeats. He was single but had a five-year-old son. The boy’s mother remained a mystery, with rumors suggesting he was the result of a one-night stand, while others speculated it was a token left by Shen’s first love. Plenty of women wanted to marry him, but none were willing to take on the role of babysitter to a mischievous five-year-old. Su Liang’s love story, on the other hand, couldn’t survive the seven-year itch. When the mistress presented her with a pregnancy report, Su Liang knew her marriage was over. She couldn’t bear children, and her mother-in-law had been pressuring her for a grandchild. As for Yi Ze, when he realized there was no way to salvage their marriage, he only said one thing: “Su Liang, the house is mine.” She walked away with nothing. “Miss Su, I want you to be my mom,” a five-year-old boy said, looking up at her expectantly. Su Liang glanced at Shen Nancheng, who stood behind the boy, raising an eyebrow. “Did your dad agree to this?” “If he doesn’t agree, we can just live together, you and me!” the boy declared enthusiastically. “You little rascal, who said I didn’t agree?” “Then why didn’t you say anything sooner? A son can only do so much, you know!”

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)

The Veil divides the world into four fractured lands, each governed by its own rules of reality. To the people, it is a curse. To the prophets, it is a god. To the scholars, it is a riddle. And to the Veil itself… it is alive. Four lives, scattered across the world, are drawn into the Veil’s unraveling web. A cursed prophet haunted by whispers that steal pieces of her soul. A nomadic thief searching for a map said to rewrite the rules of existence. An inventor whose experiments fracture time and space itself. A dream-sculptor who walks the border between reality and nightmare. As the Veil grows unstable, threatening to collapse the world, their choices ripple across lands and lives. Each step they take weaves them closer together—though they may never meet—and closer to the Veil’s darkest secret: it doesn’t just guard reality. It is the key to controlling it. But the Veil does not give up its secrets freely. And some truths are worth destroying the world to keep hidden. **** i am not completely sure if I’m gonna finish this work, but I think for now one chapter a day would be good enough.

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

In the world of Lunar Heights Academy, bloodlines dictate your worth, secrets run deeper than loyalties, and alliances are forged to shatter. Ava Montclair, the humble daughter of a babysitter, steps into this elite werewolf school, hiding her modest origins in a world ruled by three powerful packs. As tensions mount between heirs and rivals, Ava discovers truths about herself that could unite—or destroy—the packs forever. Caught between two Alphas, Damon Ashford and Lucas Draven, and with her life entangled in ancient prophecies and forbidden bonds, Ava must decide: will she protect her secret, or rise to claim a destiny no one saw coming?

In the world of Lunar Heights Academy, bloodlines dictate your worth, secrets run deeper than loyalties, and alliances are forged to shatter. Ava Montclair, the humble daughter of a babysitter, steps into this elite werewolf school, hiding her modest origins in a world ruled by three powerful packs. As tensions mount between heirs and rivals, Ava discovers truths about herself that could unite—or destroy—the packs forever. Caught between two Alphas, Damon Ashford and Lucas Draven, and with her life entangled in ancient prophecies and forbidden bonds, Ava must decide: will she protect her secret, or rise to claim a destiny no one saw coming?

What do you do if you wake up one morning to a seriously infuriating note from your sister and a dog... no scratch that. Two dogs. ------ "At this rate I'm never going to have peace again, am I?" "I don't know what you want me to do about it" "Get out" "What about Cello?" "You named her? She can stay, you can leave, I don't need a babysitter" 'Especially not one that talks like the world will end if he doesn't.' "No thank you, we grew attached in the time it took for you to open the door for us and now there's no way to separate!" He put a hand to his forehead like a damsel about to collapse and as if on cue, the beagle barked to make her presence known, then he stared at the brunette, deadpan. And the brunette stared right back. 'Seriously irritating...'

Zhang Xuan was unexpectedly reborn just before the zombie outbreak. By a lucky coincidence, he obtained the corpse-refining technique secretly passed down by his ancestors. With this technique, he refined himself into the peerless Heavenly Ancestor Zombie that surpassed the four great Ancestor Zombies. When the zombie apocalypse arrived in full force, Zhang Xuan, who had achieved great success in corpse-refining, burst out like a fierce lion. "Just you zombies, you dare to challenge zombies?" Zhang Xuan snorted disdainfully. "Even if given the chance, you are useless. Is this tickling-like attack just to tease me?" And the woman who had spent a night with Zhang Xuan was actually a mysterious vampire? When the two faced each other, the vampire was instantly dumbfounded and thought to herself: Can I really handle such an existence? Zhang Xuan's gaze accidentally fell on the coffin left by his ancestors, and he was so shocked that his jaw dropped. "Damn it! Oboi! Chang Yuchun! How did these once-in-a-generation prodigies all become zombies? This can't be opened easily. What if the king of men, Di Xin, is released? That would be terrible!" Until the alien army...

"we've all heard of love that comes once in a lifetime, he was sure she was the one for him. Even if it took him a thousand years to find her. once upon a world where differences matters, life isn't like a fairytale where the beauty goes with the beast. But when one beauty defy all odds and prove it wrong, when this beauty chose a 4 thousand years old demon over all things. he didn't evolve into a handsome prince. He was a beast from the start and still is. The beast is finally happy, his stone iced heart finally melting. But not for long, in a swift moment. His beauty is taken away from him, and he is alone yet again. Living like he used to, believing she will be back one day. and he would finally have his happy end, living his sick life. Sitting by the fireplace at his little corner with a book in his hands, looking out the window each moment...awaiting the arrival of his beloved." "on one fateful afternoon, his doors opened. His eyes lit up, someone walks in. This person? Who is this person" - Daisy, an ordinary human. finds herself caught up in a web where she lands a job as a babysitter in Lysander's home to babysit his son, turns out she was reincarnated as his lost bride and the mother of the child she has to babysit. But she has no memory of it, she didn't have the power his lost bride possessed. There was a chance that she could be just a lookalike, but he was willing to bet. Just one month, to make her remember her past lives. And if she turns out to be just a lookalike, he would wipe her memories and she would forget she ever came into his life. This book has a sequel titled BEAUTY AND THE BEAST You don't have to read the first one, it's not published yet. And they're both different books.

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

[Mature content—Read at your own risk, be careful. It's highly recommend] Meet Lena Candice Marshall, the most innocent girl in this world from Russian descent. Beautiful. Doctor. With delicious ass. Her life was so simple and decided. She was locked inside her dad's rules, regulations, and policies. Like a bird inside a cage. Always following her dad what's her dad wanted. She was at school and at home all the time. Had a babysitter with her until college. When she had her school's free time, she read educational books like daddy wants to learn more-not even let her read magazines. Only educational books. When she was in college, daddy was coming to pick her up. And she listened-as she believed that's what good daughters do, right? Listen to their parents. And as expected, she didn't deal with these words-Love...Feelings...Jealousy... Emotion...Lust...Desire. In a word, she didn't know anything about the opposite sex. Meet Ace Jordan Steele, the most handsome CEO in Downtown in New York. All the woman and even his secretory lusting over his body. Hell yeah! He didn't f***ing care. But he could any woman in his bed he f****ing wants. He always wanted to be alone and didn't want to be disturbed. Wanted to be getting rich instead of stalking play around. And the top of this, he won't shoot Spaniard and Russian girls because of the death of his mother-sister-that he will never forget in his life. He can't tolerate any girl from Spanish and Russian descent. Lena Candice Marshall. Ace Jordan Steele. What will happen when their paths cross? Lusting over Lena Candice will not good for Jordan Steele's health. Can Jordan Steele stop his erection from every time Lena's near? If he can't control his massive erection, disaster will strike in the name of desire and lust. And how will she accept these new feelings? And what about betrayed?

In the midst of the winter season, the cold air that tickles my nose and the thick clothes I was wearing to keep my body warm and the slippery edge of the rooftop building I was standing. The city covered with snows as snowflakes keep on falling. Ah, this is the best day to die... The cold winter was reminded me of my parents. Will they cry if I die? Will they regret everything that they've done so far? Or they will still stay on my very-ill older sister side?

When bloodlines dictate power, Flora is an outsider. As the daughter of a mere babysitter, she hides her true origins while attending the elite high school for werewolves—where lineage is everything, and secrets are deadly. But when the mysterious and powerful Alpha’s second son, Liam, returns from exile, he saves Flora from rogues and stirs feelings she can’t ignore. Suddenly, she’s thrust into a web of pack politics, dangerous prophecies, and rivalries that could tear everything apart. As Flora navigates bullying from the privileged students, she must keep her identity hidden, especially from Liam's fiancée, who sees her as a threat. But with a dark prophecy looming and the bitter rivalry between Liam and his former best friend, the charismatic but dangerous Alpha-in-training, Flora finds herself caught between love, loyalty, and a destiny she never wanted. With everything on the line, Flora must decide: Will she fight for the life she’s always known, or embrace the dangerous power tied to her hidden bloodline?

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

[Mature content and trigger warning] Jeremy stepped closer while Eloisee stepped back. His lips tickled up into a smirk, his fangs out for the world. “ You thought because he was here to take you, you'd be safe from me? How naive my little pet, you can never escape me, even if you go to the edge of the world ill still be here.” Eloisee’s eyes widened. The choice of words Jeremy used were the same ones he used before, she started to scream in her heart. Not in that room, anywhere but that room. “ Jeremy stop, n-not here.” She let her thoughts slip out her mouth while tears fell freely down her face. Eloisee's back hit the wall and a veined arm slammed on the wall beside her head. She looked at the red eyes trembling. “ Oh so now you can talk back, such a spine you developed.” Jeremy spat, his face distorted from spite. ********************************************************************** Pain is all Eloisee Eileen knew, abused and mistreated by her stepsibling and stepmother, she has aspirations to run away and become an omega without a pack, just as her dreams are coming true and she is close to escaping the pain, she gets the shock of her life. She is being sold off to the Bloodhowl pack Alpha Riviera Luminary, to be his treasured wife in exchange for the Silvermount pack getting an alliance and resources. Being the alpha’s wife, Eloisee has to navigate the treacherous path of being a wife in a new pack while fighting demons from her past and present trying to drag her to the depths of hell with them, while finding it in her to love her husband and mate.

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

Meet Allen, your typical office drone who'd rather face the plague than another day at work. His mundane life takes a bizarre turn when a mysterious call warns of an impending alien doom.   Brushing it off as a prank, he playfully selects on his monitor, 'Quantum Synthesis' as his battle skill, unknowingly activating a system that will change his life.   Returning home, Allen discovers his niece, Lianne, left under his care. The babysitter bails, citing Lianne's hyperactivity. Armed with a wad of cash and a note from his sister, Allen begrudgingly becomes the weekend babysitter. Little does he know, this mundane task is the key to surviving the apocalypse.   As chaos descends, Allen receives a peculiar notification: Lianne is now the link to his Quantum Synthesis System. To upgrade his skills and survive, Allen must keep Lianne happy. The more satisfied she is, the more powerful he becomes. It's a weird symbiotic relationship between caregiver and quantum warrior.   As Allen navigates the apocalypse, dodging alien invaders, and discovering the importance of parenting, he stumbles upon a community of survivors. Together, they embark on a hilarious journey filled with misadventures, family bonding, and unexpected friendships.   Can Allen, armed with a quirky skill and an even quirkier niece, find a safe haven in this apocalyptic mess? ––––––––––– Updates daily by 02:00 GMT+8

A dark time when the creatures of shadow descended unto the tranquil human lands, making their existence known. A time followed when empires were led by humanity's conspiracy and betrayal, a time filled with hatred, but unbeknownst to the humans, they were only mere puppets, pawns of greater beings of darkness, entities with the power to crush anything and everything in their way. What happens when a small human girl catches the eye of one of these so-called greater beings, a pureblooded Lord? Can an ant such as her survive the political strifes and fearsome feuds between the lands and the monsters that control them. For those who fear vampires, ghosts and the unknown, I offer two words of advice… Tread lightly. -------- "Why should I avoid him? He was a perfect gentleman, a good man," Katherine Welcher argued in his defense. "Good or not, neither matter," Alexander Delcrov warned her, "As long as you're under my wing, you shall behave and listen to my words. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. I don’t want others to call you improper." "There was nothing improper about it! And I'm not yours to obey," she blurted out in annoyance, feeling her face flush with embarrassment for the second time this evening, "I mean, you can't order me aro—-" "So disobedient," he stated with nonchalance before moving his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him as they danced. His breath tickled her nape. "So you’ll only listen if you are mine?"