Lace Undergarments

She was wearing a pair of black lace little intimates, tightly clinging to her plump buttocks, the curves below the crease slightly protruding, full of temptation. Under the influence of alcohol and the stimulation of Lin Wanqiu's provocative body, a fire exploded in his heart, and he could no longer hold back, pouncing on Lin Wanqiu…

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

Ethan Cole was, by all appearances, an ordinary young man navigating the familiar ups and downs of life—until the night everything changed. That was when he encountered the "Unlimited System." This mysterious system didn't merely make Ethan wealthy—it granted him unimaginable riches and set him on a path that was both exhilarating and perilous. The catch? Each mission the system assigns doesn't just test his wit and resolve; it also unlocks incredible powers, elevating him to new heights of strength and influence. But this isn't just a tale of lavish spending and indulgence—though those moments certainly add flavor! Ethan's journey is laced with challenges, each step bringing him closer to reshaping his destiny. From building NovaTech Innovations into a technological marvel to buying a football club and even creating an app poised to revolutionize the food delivery industry, Ethan's rise is nothing short of meteoric. And yet, the further he climbs, the more he discovers the shadows lurking behind his newfound success. Beneath the surface lies a hidden world—a world ruled by the Great Families, an elite group whose wealth is only part of their power. For these families, strength is the ultimate currency, and disputes are settled not in boardrooms but in combat arenas. Whether through sparring matches or life-and-death duels, they prove their dominance with skill, strategy, and sheer might. Drawn into this dangerous realm of secret societies, high-stakes confrontations, and unrelenting ambition, Ethan must use every ounce of his intelligence, strength, and ingenuity to navigate the intricate web of power that surrounds him. Expect a whirlwind of twists, heart-pounding action, and moments of sheer wonder. From outsmarting ruthless rivals to unraveling the enigmatic traditions of the elite families, Ethan's journey is as unpredictable as it is thrilling. It's a story where rules bend, reality tilts, and every turn brings something unexpected. [A Friendly Note: If you find, after reading a few chapters, that this story doesn't suit your taste, please feel free to set it aside. There's no need for complaints or condemnations—I'm simply writing this for the joy of it and for those who find delight in the journey. Constructive feedback is always welcome, but I must admit I don't have the time or inclination to engage with negativity. Let's keep the spirit of fun alive!] [One last note: This story unfolds in a world similar to ours, but not quite the same. Don't be surprised if everyday rules of finance, law, or logic occasionally bow to the demands of adventure and storytelling. After all, where's the fun in sticking to the ordinary?]

Where the Heart Lingers Adrian Kane had long left the small town of Willow Creek, chasing dreams in the bustling city and distancing himself from the life he once knew. But when his father passes away, Adrian is drawn back to the place he tried to forget, to the house filled with memories and the woman he once loved—Sophia Harris. Sophia, now a successful entrepreneur in her own right, is not the same woman Adrian left behind. The years apart have forged a distance between them, a distance laced with pain, regret, and unanswered questions. As Adrian steps back into the life he abandoned, he must confront the mistakes he made, the reasons he left, and the love he walked away from. In the quiet of Willow Creek, Adrian begins to repair the shattered pieces of his past, seeking not only forgiveness but a way forward. As he works to fix his father’s house, he finds himself caught between the memories of the life he could have had and the reality of the woman who might still hold his heart. But can Adrian prove that he has changed, and can Sophia allow herself to trust him again? Where the Heart Lingers is a tale of second chances, love lost and found, and the courage it takes to confront the past. As Adrian and Sophia navigate the complexity of their emotions, they must decide if the love they once shared is worth rekindling—or if the distance between them has grown too great to bridge. In a town where everyone knows your name and your secrets, Adrian and Sophia’s journey will reveal the power of time, healing, and the belief that sometimes, love lingers in the places we least expect.

“Your delusions grow stronger every day, Sky. Have you forgotten that being my wife is your job?” Ocean sneered, his voice was laced with disdain. “I…” Sniff Reminded of her situation, tears cascaded down her cheeks. Ocean's words were like poisonous daggers. Not only were they slicing her flesh into tiny filets, but they also corroded her heart with inexplicable pain. …. Love is a beautiful thing only when reciprocated. Sky Rivers secretly loved Ocean Woods for two years. When he proposed a contract marriage, she thought she stood a chance. Planning to win his heart with love, care, and devotion, Sky Rivers signed the papers. But it wasn't long before she realized that his heart was owned by his ex-girlfriend, Amanda Silver. His obsession with her was innate and unfathomable. To capture his heart, Sky would need more than love and care as her devotion was unappreciated.

Mrs. Francois scoffed, her tone laced with skepticism. "Seriously? You will look for the money? How? Is it from the fruit we sell? You can't get such money from it ten years from now!" Anne's eyes widened in disbelief at her mother's words. "And what do you want me to do, mother? Isabella is my child. Do you think I won't do anything just for her to be fine?" Mrs. Francois shook her head, her expression grave. "Stop lying to yourself, Anne. I think it's time to let Albert know about Isabella." Uncle Peter and Anne exchanged a glance, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. "What? You mean I should beg him for money? Never, mother! I won't do such a thing!" Anne spat, her voice trembling with anger. Mrs. Francois sighed heavily. "This is not about you again, Anne. It's about Isabella. Think about her. You can't hide Albert from her life forever because she deserves to know him." Anne narrowed her eyes in disbelief at her mother's words. "Have you forgotten how Albert and I met, mother? Have you? I will never beg him for money to take care of my child!" Uncle Peter attempted to diffuse the tension. "Anne, Ma'am Francois, please calm down," he urged gently. But Mrs. Francois was resolute. "That's it! You're selfish, Anne. Stop using your pain from Albert to stop Isabella from knowing her father. Think about Isabella too and do the right thing. Do it for her sake! Choose between your selfishness and Isabella sight." Will Anne Stick to her selfishness just like her mother said, or reach out to Albert for help? Because what happened between them, is a one night-stand. Dive into the tale of The Secret CEO's Daughter: Revealing many hidden secrets, and sweet revenge.

Deep within a cruel jungle where the treetops whisper secrets and the shadows have ancestral power, a young boy named Micheal is 'woken' to a destiny he never pursued. Drafted by the jungle, he is thrown into a world of magic, danger, and mystery where the line of friend and foe blurs with each passing step. It is alive-an old, sprawling force full of beauty and danger. The thing is, it is fractured, too. Beneath the surface teeming with life, darkness brews, ready to consume everything in its path. As Micheal explores this living maze, he finds the jungle's magic is not only a means but an organized, muscular force-one that shapes, empowers, and razes. It has chosen him as its vessel. But this gift comes with a price: every victory that Micheal wins drags him deeper into the web of the jungle, testing his courage, his will, and his very humanity. With such shadowy figures as Vaelor, who wish to twist his purpose, and allies whose guidance is laced with danger, Micheal has to decide if he should give in to the magic of the jungle and lose himself or resist it at the risk of everything else. On one final conflict between the forces of old, Micheal's decisions will seal more than his fate. The balance of the jungle, maybe even the world, rests on his shoulders. A tale of discovery, survival, and sacrifice-this is a journey where even the most insignificant decisions have the potential to echo across a world of magic and mystery. Micheal didn't ask for this road, yet he must walk it. The jungle has called him, and its heart waits for no one.

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

In a world where unseen hands control the fates of nations, a figure only known as "the Lord" reigns supreme. From the darkness of his concealed fortress, the Lord commands an empire built on fear, manipulation, and death. His identity is a mystery, his reach endless—governments topple at his whisper, powerful families crumble with a single command. Those who dare to oppose him vanish without a trace. He is a master of the shadows, feared by all, but trusted by none. Sarah and Helena, two ordinary sisters, are suddenly plunged into this deadly world when they are marked for elimination by the most powerful families on earth. Unknown forces are closing in on them, and the Lord—cold, ruthless, and enigmatic—becomes their only hope for survival. But why? What is it about these sisters that draws the Lord’s obsessive protection, even as he destroys those who seek to harm them? As his lethal agents, including the hauntingly deadly Seraphine and the merciless Queens, execute his commands without question, the sisters begin to realize that they are mere pieces in a much larger game—one that stretches back decades and is laced with vengeance, betrayal, and hidden horrors. The Lord’s web of power is unraveling, and the enemies lurking in the shadows are closing in fast. In a relentless storm of betrayal, intrigue, and violent retribution, the Lord’s hidden empire begins to fracture as ghosts from his past emerge. His connection to the sisters is far deeper than even he cares to admit, and as layers of secrecy peel away, Sarah and Helena must confront a terrifying truth: they are tied to the Lord’s darkest, most painful secrets, and the world they thought they knew is built on blood-soaked lies. Every move they make is watched, every decision a potential trap. And in the dead of night, a hidden force even more terrifying than the Lord stirs—an ancient power that threatens to consume them all. In a game where loyalty shifts like quicksand, and where every step could lead to unimaginable peril, the sisters must decide whether to trust the man who holds their lives in his hands… or face annihilation at the hands of an unstoppable, unseen enemy. But nothing is what it seems, and the Lord’s true motives are more chilling than they ever imagined. As the final pieces fall into place, the lines between savior and monster blur. The Lord’s empire teeters on the edge of collapse, and with enemies closing in from every side, one question remains: can Sarah and Helena survive the storm brewing around them, or will the Lord’s past drag them all into oblivion? In a pulse-pounding tale of relentless suspense and heart-stopping action, every shadow hides a deadly secret, and every moment is a fight to stay alive.

Book 2 is underway There he was. Theo. Swimming toward her. Almost naked her! She realizes. Her nervousness sky rocketed. She stays in place by treading water. Watching him swim. Waiting for him to reach her. She could see his muscles ripple like the waves he made with each stroke. He didn't care about touching her between her legs, why would he care now? She wasn't completely naked she thought to herself. She could handle him. Orion: "Why'd you take off without saying anything?" Theo asked. "I was feeling a bit hot, so I decided to take a swim. Why?" "You tell me? You're almost naked. Alone in a forest with a man whose also half naked and within arms reach." He said a smooth rough tone "that sounds problematic to me" "That sounds like your problem, not mine" I snorted. "Is that so?" He said with a thick devilish voice, "let’s see about that, huh?" Moments later his face was within inches from mine. I could almost taste his lips he was so close. I sucked in a deep breath I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath "Still think it's not your problem?" He teased me. Silence. I couldn't speak. He was so close to that he took away my words. His shirtless body so close it warmed the water near my breasts. My mouth hanging slightly open in awe at the man before me. His strong jawline framed so well by his wet hair. Water dripping from the ends. I find him staring at me. Looking not just at me but into me. It was like through my eyes he found away into my body. I was so drawn to this man. Whether it be the marks bond or me. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. And I could feel it, he wanted me just as much. I say "'you're right I guess it is my problem" and then I let go. I close my eyes and grab his face pressing his lips to mine. I gave in to my desire to have him. They were so soft and full. The kiss was full of need and desire. I was drowning in him. I don’t think it was possible for me to pull away in that moment. It was like something inside me was begging for something inside him. Theo: I wasn't prepared to see her floating in the middle of the lake. I could just make out the delicate features of her face and the outline of her body, her nearly naked body, in the lake. F*ck I was done for. She was going to break every ounce my self control by just existing around me with no clothes. I take off everything but my undergarments and dive in after her. Swimming to her I ask her about how it's dangerous to be in the water with a man almost naked. She said it was my problem. She has no idea how right she is about that. I was so hard being this close to her like this. So little clothing between us. She really was going to drive me crazy. Being with her set my insides on fire. I was throbbing for her. Craving to be inside her. In seconds I was inches from her face, the scent of her lust filling the air around us. I could hear her heart beating fast. And then she says, "you're right it is my problem" and then she kissed me. Holy f*ck she kissed me. Is kissing me. I bring her closer to me, pulling her mouth closer to mine. The first opening she makes in her mouth I slide my tongue in. Tasting her. My arms wrapped around her hands holding her back keeping her chest pinned to mine. And I devour her completely. I've wanted her like this since the moment she walked through that door in her father's office. We somehow make our way towards the water fall it was a little shallower so I could just stand with my chest just above the water. I put my hands on her ass and throw her up some making her legs wrap around my hips. I lean her against the mossy wall behind her. Kissing her deeper and deeper barely breathing, my d*ck was throbbing in my pants as she's rubbing her p*ssy against it. "If you don't stop I'm going to f*ck you right here and now." I growled at her, feeling the voice of predator deep inside me. If you want images of the characters check out the discord! Discord for this book: https://discord.gg/YsgYWTmN

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

"Have you ever lied to me crown prince?" A woman with soft brown waves spread on the grassy field asked. She was staring at the peaceful moonlit sky, enjoying the calm company of the man beside her. If she turned her head to look into his eyes, she would have noticed a momentary flicker in his eyes. "You think I would?" The slender man, caressed her head gently as his husky voice fell into her ears, filling her face with a gentle smile. She raised her hand to touch his defined jawline. Under the Petalwood both of them exchanged a loving look between each other. --------------------------------- "You hate me." He wasn't asking. He stated facing the woman he just couldn't stop loving. He felt helpless as the icicle turned sharper and sharper before finally piercing through his heart. Yet he was unwilling. Unwilling to hurt her. And at this point he couldn't defend himself without hurting her. Her eyes that had always gazed back at him with nothing but indifference and hatred, made him feel clueless. "They say eyes never lie. They must have never seen yours." She spoke coldly, a mocking smile lacing her lips, as she pushed the icicle further with her ice essence. Author's Note - Cover made by AI

LGBTQ+ - BL | All-Ages Version In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

LGBTQ+ - BL | MATURE VERSION In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

Synopsis: Sophia, a journalist, investigates organized crime. Dante, a mafia underboss, is tasked with stopping her. But Sophia's determination and intelligence intrigue him. As they engage in a cat-and-mouse game, Dante finds himself torn between duty and desire. CHAPTER 1: "Deadline Looming"* Sophia Russo tapped her pen impatiently on her desk, staring at the blank page in front of her. Her editor, Mark, had been breathing down her neck all morning. "Sophia, where's the mafia exposé?" Mark asked, his voice firm but laced with annoyance. "You've had weeks to work on this. I need something concrete by the end of the day." Sophia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "I'm close, Mark. Just need to verify some sources." Mark's expression turned skeptical. "Verify? You've been verifying for months. I need results, Sophia." As Mark walked away, Sophia's phone buzzed with an incoming text: "Meet me at the coffee shop on 5th and Main at 7 pm. Come alone. -A" Sophia's heart skipped a beat. Alex, her reliable source, rarely contacted her directly. She glanced around the newsroom, ensuring no one watched, before quickly typing: "See you then." The message sent, Sophia's mind whirled with possibilities. What did Alex have for her? Was it finally the break she needed? The pressure from Mark still lingered, but Sophia's determination reignited. She would get this story. As she processed the message, a sudden wave of déjà vu washed over her. The newsroom around her blurred, and Sophia felt herself transported back in time. She saw herself as a teenager, sitting in the backseat of her parents' car, laughing and arguing with her mom about college plans. The sound of screeching tires and shattering glass shattered the memory. Sophia's heart raced as she relived the horror of that fateful night. Her parents' faces flashed before her: her father's encouraging smile, her mother's unwavering determination. The accident's aftermath unfolded like a cruel slideshow – the hospital, the funeral, the loneliness. Sophia's gaze drifted to the silver necklace around her neck, the press badge pendant a tangible connection to her parents' legacy.

(Mature Content) "He's a monster.... a real menace of our world" In the grand Wisteria Kingdom, Prince Ryan stands as an outcast, a royal burden shrouded in the hatred of his people. He navigates a world where every gaze is laced with disgust and every word is a reminder of his unworthiness. Attempting to escape the confines of his reality, Ryan crosses paths with Jihoon, the prince of Alyssum—a radiant force who shatters his world and rebuilds it in ways he never imagined. In a world ruled by hierarchy and primal instincts, their bond is anything but simple. As their fates intertwine, Ryan is drawn into an unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions: yearning, jealousy, and the aching desire to belong. "We need to stop this. If we don't, the prophecy that has haunted our kingdom for generations..... I fear it could become reality-.....the destruction our ancestors feared most." As Ryan struggles with these strange emotions, which are blooming inside of him for Jihoon, an old evil rises-the legend of the long-feared Alphas, that which evokes hatred by the very people he's fighting. Hints of the past begin to become more defined and threaten to become reality. What will Ryan do as he learns that the true battle is not against his people, but the existence of himself: that which is destined to be the world's overthrow? . . . . . "He was destiny, my power. I wasn’t born for this world but only for him. He was my power and death. So I shall be only for him." -Smut -Omegaverse -Royal family -Kingdoms -Modern royal family Every 2 days after the next chapter will be uploaded.

All the people in the world, tied together by the threads of fate. We as the human race have only one outcome; death. However, it isn't necessarily so simple, is it? For the past three hundred years, ever since a strange accident in Hokkaido, demons have plagued the Earth, and faith in God has fallen away; because while Hell's denizens run amok, feasting on the weak and the young, the angels stayed in Heaven, assuming they even exist, not lifting a finger to help the human race. Now, in modern times, many people are convinced that Heaven isn't a reality, that it never was. Tomoe is one of these non-believers; which is why he's absolutely confounded when he finds a girl who could not be anything but an angel, bleeding and bruised in his back yard. She demands that he doesn't call an ambulance, that he lace their fingers together... and that's when Tomoe's life changes, forever and irreversibly. Bound to this angel in inexplicable ways, he finds himself with new abilities, new responsibilities and new opportunities. With the angel who calls herself Aine on his side and parents nagging at him, high school senior Tomoe is about to begin navigating an entirely new and mostly secret world, struggling to do what he thinks is right and using the red threads that bind everybody together as a guide. Demons, angels, youkai, co-workers and annoying highschool kids... what the hell could go wrong? (I will be entirely honest right here; Tomoe and Aine are originally from the visual novel; Bokuten: Why I Became an Angel. It was so depressing that I haven't managed to finish it yet, and so I have completely adapted the characters, keeping their names and appearance but making them entirely separate characters. This will be to Bokuten as Fifty Shades of Gray is to Twilight, except Bokuten was already sex filled.)

Present life Lily Rylan's life is turned into a nightmare when her stepmom, Viviana, calls her on phone on her wedding day, speaking with a hint of malice in her voice, tells her not to enter the wedding venue, instead instructing her to return home immediately. "Don't come to the wedding hall," her stepmother Viviana says, her words dripping with venom. This shocking command is just the beginning of a day filled with betrayal and heartbreak. As Lily arrives at the family manor, she pays the taxi driver, who immediately congratulates her, wishing "Lily a happy marriage." This makes Lily feel weird, and she quickly steps out of the taxi, raising her beautiful wedding gown. "Thank you," she says, smiling brightly, despite already feeling nervous. Walking from the gate, Lily's stunning wedding gown is on full display. The beautiful, big manor looms before her, complete with a fountain of water at its center. As she enters the manor's parlour, she's met with an elegant yet tense atmosphere. Her mother's picture is discarded in the least viewed spot - a secluded spot which is hardly seen in the parlour wall, while her stepmother's pictures are all over the walls, featuring her father intimately standing, holding her, and her stepsister, Liliana, by her side, smiling brightly. Lily still feels disgusted by them and immediately looks away, taking out her handkerchief and cleaning her eyes, as if she's seen something dirty. She's pulled from her thoughts by her stepmother walking down the staircase, followed by her father. "You called me home, stepmother Viviana? Is it anything serious?" Lily asks, her voice laced with concern. "How many times should I tell you to call her mother, but never mind for now," her father says, his voice firm but laced with a hint of annoyance. Her stepmother Viviana continues, beaming happily, "Your fiancé was drunk during your engagement after you left, saying you had something important to attend to. Now, we thought about it and finally want to tell you they were drugged and slept together. You don’t want your stepsister to be sad or give birth outside marriage, we won’t allow it. You have to allow her to marry him. No one knows how you currently look like now, so allow your sister to marry her husband."her father stated and continued his statement "He's the father of her unborn child, you have to understand," her stepmother immediately smiled brightly smirking at her happily. A sad smile is etched across Lily's face because they're only telling her this so she won't embarrass them by going to the wedding hall, which would be made impossible. Her father's eyes narrow, his voice cold. "You will do as we say, Lily. You will step aside and allow Liliana to marry Zayn." Lily's eyes flash with anger. "What if she has been with him for a long time, or even if he's not the father of the baby?" she spits, her voice venomous. Her stepsister, Liliana, smirks, and Lily retorts, "Her slutty mom gave birth to a slut like herself." This makes everyone gasp, and even the maids quickly escape from the family quarrel, not wanting to hear what would lead to their death. Lily's father immediately delivers a hard slap on her face, making his five fingers appear on her face. "You ungrateful wench," he growls angrily. Lily wipes the blood off, raises her head, and looks at her father scornfully. "You're just trying to cover up your own mistakes," she says, her voice cold. "You did the same thing, that's why you feel it's normal, right?" She says mockingly. Her father is about to hit her again when Liliana steps forward, saying, "Dad, no, don’t hit her again. I can understand how hurt she feels." lily and her husband moments shush I don’t want others to hear this sweet sound from you my white rose do you know how surprised I am you are finally mine lily this made lily shudder not with fear but in a sweet way coz his look said it all

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

Snow sighed. "I don't care...no one has ever cared for me and I....and I need to make them pay all of them " she yelled. "What about me?!" he yelled. "Huh?". Divean moved closer to her. "You my wife and now the mother of Alia. She can't lose you...we can't lose you " he said. "But...". "No, Constance. You need to learn to put yourself first " She shook her head, "But I have never done that....nothing good came out of it. Can't you see where I am now after I did, am alone with no family and wealth. Everything he took it, after trusting him " Divean could see the tears form in her eyes. "Then let me do it " "Do what?" she sniffed. "Put you first ". She blinked her tears falling. ...... Snow Constance wants revenge but it might lead to her secrets being revealed. What will she choose revenge or her dark cold secrets?!.....

In this modern mythological tale, Dhruv, an unsuspecting mortal, finds himself in Vaikuntha, questioning whether this is truly the end of his journey. Instead of peace, he meets a mysterious man in a suit, who ultimately reveals that Dhruv cannot enter heaven due to "arrows of regret"—a metaphor for his unfulfilled purpose. Offered a chance to return to Earth for 90 days to make amends, Dhruv agrees to the terms, unaware that the mysterious man is none other than Lord Vishnu in disguise. Upon accepting the deal, Dhruv embarks on a chaotic and humorous journey through the underworld, meeting Yamaraj, the god of death, and Gorgo, a nervous demon with horns, who comically reacts to Dhruv's presence as though he's a harbinger of disaster. As Dhruv navigates the strange, labyrinthine bureaucracy of the underworld and the daunting task of creating a "happy ending" for himself, he finds himself in an unusual mix of existential crises, dark humor, and supernatural chaos. With gods in disguise, reluctant demon assistants, and divine missions laced with humor, Dhruv's journey becomes one of discovering the true meaning of life, death, and purpose. This story is a refreshing take on mythology, where the mortal and the divine collide in unexpected and often hilarious ways, challenging Dhruv to find his own redemption and bring fulfillment to his life's story...

“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...

(VOLUME-1) He is popular, hot, ruthless, and fierce, Jayden King has it all: that makes him untouchable. But when his relentless bullying drives a classmate to death, his perfect world shatters in a way he could never have foreseen. Haunted by his actions, Jayden unknowingly awakens a curse—a dark force binding him to a fate that defies his control. Now, his only chance at redemption is to face a chilling new destiny, a path laced with danger, mystery, and haunting shadows of his past. With each step, he realizes the stakes are far higher than he ever imagined, and the cost of finding peace may be more than he’s willing to pay.

In the sprawling cyberpunk city of Lumina Prime, where humans and mythical creatures coexist, the Universal Intergalactic Police Department (UIPD) is tasked with maintaining order amid chaos. Officers Axe Zain, Tone Core, Alia Heart, Dice Stallion, and Summer Love form a team that is as unorthodox as it is effective. When a routine bust on a troll gang reveals a cache of enchanted gems laced with dark magic, the team uncovers a sinister plot masterminded by Malchior Blackthorn, a ruthless warlock kingpin controlling the system’s black market. As they dig deeper, the stakes skyrocket. Blackthorn has been hired by President Draven Voltaire, a vampire with dark ambitions, to obtain the heart of Princess Elaria, a pure-blooded elf whose magical essence could give him the power to dominate every dark creature in existence. The UIPD team is assigned to protect the princess, but their mission takes a disastrous turn when she is kidnapped on their watch. Stripped of their badges and disgraced, the team refuses to give up. Determined to redeem themselves, the former officers embark on a rogue mission to rescue the princess and stop Blackthorn before the unthinkable happens.

After crossing over into another world and awakening the ability of blood, Alexander Graves just wanted to use the ability to reach the peak of life in peace. Who would have thought that war could break out in another world and even civil servants would have to go to the battlefield? Autobiography of Alexander In my previous life on Earth, I was just an ordinary math teacher, leading a simple and predictable life. My biggest dreams were to find a wife and secure a stable job as a civil servant in the empire. I never imagined that my life would take such an unexpected turn. Whatever happened after that, I swear, it wasn't by choice—I was forced into it! "Darling, what are you doing? Come join us in the shower!" a enticing lady's voice called from the distance. "Liliana, stop calling that pervert!" came a more refined voice, laced with a hint of exasperation. "Vera! Have your breasts grown again recently? Let me feel! Did you make love with Alexander again without telling us?" Laughter and the sound of splashing water followed. As I listened to their voices, images of soft, rounded breasts, voluptuous figures, and comfortable touch of their mouth filled my mind. I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, and a surge of hot blood rushed through me, making my heart pound. "I'm here, my loves!" I shouted back, unable to resist any longer. But I swear, I was really forced into all of this!

After crossing over into another world and awakening the ability of blood, Alexander Graves just wanted to use the ability to reach the peak of life in peace. Who would have thought that war could break out in another world and even civil servants would have to go to the battlefield? Autobiography of Alexander In my previous life on Earth, I was just an ordinary math teacher, leading a simple and predictable life. My biggest dreams were to find a wife and secure a stable job as a civil servant in the empire. I never imagined that my life would take such an unexpected turn. Whatever happened after that, I swear, it wasn't by choice—I was forced into it! "Darling, what are you doing? Come join us in the shower!" a enticing lady's voice called from the distance. "Liliana, stop calling that pervert!" came a more refined voice, laced with a hint of exasperation. "Vera! Have your breasts grown again recently? Let me feel! Did you make love with Alexander again without telling us?" Laughter and the sound of splashing water followed. As I listened to their voices, images of soft, rounded breasts, voluptuous figures, and comfortable touch of their vagina filled my mind. I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, and a surge of hot blood rushed through me, making my heart pound. "I'm here, my loves!" I shouted back, unable to resist any longer. But I swear, I was really forced into all of this!

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. In the blink of an eye, Su Yang's world turned to darkness as a truck staggered towards him, bringing an abrupt end to his life. To Su Yang's surprise, instead of an eternal void, He awakened in an unfamiliar room. As Su Yang stumbled to his feet, He couldn't help but notice the silver strands cascading down his reflection in the mirror—a stark contrast to the familiarity of his former self. A sense of bewilderment filled the air as he took in the surroundings, realizing that this was not the world Su Yang once knew. It wasn't just the change in scenery that caught his attention; it was his huge breasts, beneath the surface of the pink nightgown with a v-neck lace trim highlighting the gap between those huge breasts. He hesitantly examined himself, and there, in the nether region, undeniable alterations had taken place. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Questions flooded Su Mu's mind. "How did this happen?!" she was turned into a beautiful woman with a perfect figure that could make anyone fall for her. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"

"You're already the mother of my four children," Arsalan chuckled, "and you're about to bring another one into this world. And you say I wasn't romantic?" Sahira stared at him with scornful eyes. "If you want to know how romantic you were," she said, her voice laced with venom, "then listen..." She recounted her experiences in such a poisonous tone that Arsalan's cheeks flushed to his ears. "And if you want to hear about all the things you did to me..." Arsalan's playful demeanor evaporated. He released her wrist, and Sahira wriggled away from him. Arsalan's gaze fell to the ground. "Was I that bad?" "You're far worse than bad, Arsalan. This act of amnesia you're putting on - you could fool the entire world with it. But not me. I've seen your masterful acting before. But I'm not going to fall for your deception anymore, Arsalan Ansari." Sahira was about to turn and walk away when Arsalan's voice reached her from behind. "Hira...can't you forgive me? I don't remember anything about my past. I don't remember anything about who I was, what I did... Please believe me. Forgive me." For a moment, Sahira's heart wavered. Her feet remained rooted to the spot. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with doubt. "Very well. What a splendid performance, Arsalan. You should win an Oscar," she said sarcastically, and walked away. Arsalan let out a deep sigh and stood there, alone. -------- Arsalan Ansari, the ruthless mafia kingpin, operates on a cold, calculated smile. But a glimpse of vulnerability cracks his icy facade. Has amnesia truly buried his past - a past rife with vengeance and betrayal - or is this a masterfully crafted ploy to outmaneuver his enemies? As the line between truth and manipulation blurs, one thing remains certain: underestimating Arsalan Ansari could be your deadliest mistake.