Tighter Traduzione

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

"I love you, I love you so so much," Wade said, his face inches away from Rylan's. Rylan was pinned to the wall, his innocent eyes opened wide. "No you don't. You love this part of me, not the real part," Rylan spoke, turning his head away. Wade held his chin and turned his head back. "Why don't you show me the real you? Then you'll see that I really love you." When Rylan heard this, he suddenly held Wade's waist and switched their positions, pinning him instead. Wade watched as his eyes slowly lost the innocence they always carried and then he felt it. There was a strong powerful aura coming off from him, and his eyes turn pitch black for a split second before going back to normal. It amazed Wade, "It's you!" Rylan chuckled, his grip on Wade's waist got tighter, "Do you still love me?" He had a grin on his face and he was nothing like the cute innocent Rylan everyone knew. That's why he expected fear. However, "Yes, I still love you Rylan." .......... In a world of werewolves, Wade was the future alpha of his pack. He was the perfect dream alpha of most omegas, rich, strong, powerful, handsome you name it. But, unfortunately for these omegas, Wade had fallen for Rylan, a cute innocent wolf. No matter how many times the Alpha pack leader tried to stop Wade's love, it never disappeared. Their love was said to be the typical strong alpha husband and his weak Luna wife, right? Author: Um.... actually, it's the opposite. Everyone: Ooh, you mean Wade spoils his Luna and lets him do anything? Author: Hehehe....no ................ Read the story of a wolf who uses innocence as his disguise in a world where he was unwanted. Only he knew the risk of people finding out who he really was and the power he really held. That's why he is really shocked when a certain alpha ignores all the warnings and loves him deeply. Cover is AI generated. ........... Main couple: LYNX x ALPHA Second couple: ALPHA x OMEGA

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.

It began as a faint shadow on the horizon, barely noticeable, like the flicker of a dying bulb. But then, it grew. A slow, creeping darkness, stretching across the sky as though the very fabric of space was being torn apart. At first, people in the streets of cities around the world paused, shielding their eyes against what they thought was a solar anomaly, a fleeting eclipse or perhaps some rare celestial event. They had no idea. Then, the air began to change. A deep, unsettling chill swept over the land, colder than any winter night had ever been. People shivered, pulling their coats tighter, their breath visible in the suddenly frigid air, but no one understood why. It was as though the planet had inhaled, holding its breath for a moment too long. And then came the silence.

The Child Born With No Name Under the ominous shadow of a solar eclipse, a nameless child is found drifting in a basket at the edge of a river a child whose mere presence unsettles even the bravest souls. His discovery sets off a chain of events that draws a poor widower, a powerful nobleman and a shrewd shaman into an uneasy alliance, each seeking to control the boy for reasons they dare not fully admit. But this child is no ordinary being. Growing years in mere days, he seems touched by forces far beyond human comprehension. Some call him a divine gift; others, a harbinger of destruction. Yet the truth remains veiled, hidden behind cryptic rituals, prophetic whispers, and the schemes of those who would use him for their gain. As his identity remains shrouded in mystery, so does his power untamed, unmeasured, and terrifyingly limitless. The scholars who study him grow obsessed; the secretive Seekers race to uncover his origins; and the shaman, who once promised salvation, hides a dark agenda that threatens them all. One thing becomes clear: the boy’s destiny hinges on a single act the giving of a name. But what name could define a child who defies everything? In this world of fractured loyalties, forbidden magic, and psychological manipulation, every choice pulls the strings of fate tighter. And as the eclipse looms again on the horizon, one question burns in every heart: Is this child humanity’s savior or its undoing?

In a world shrouded by dark myths and ancient ruins, a young narrator suddenly awakens in the heart of an enigmatic forest, far from their familiar royal life. Bereft of memories but driven by inexplicable whispers, they embark on a journey through the Forgotten Realm, a land fraught with arcane mysteries and the remnants of a once-powerful civilization. Guided by cryptic messages and pursued by shadowy figures, the narrator must navigate treacherous territories and ally with enigmatic characters from diverse kingdoms. Each ally shares fragments of the realm's dark history and their personal tales, woven into the fabric of the larger narrative. The narrator's path is fraught with challenges that test their courage and reveal their true nature. As the layers of the world’s dark past unfold, so too does the narrator’s destiny. They discover that they are central to an ancient prophecy that predicts the resurgence of a fallen enemy, who threatens to shatter what remains of the world. With each chapter ending in a tantalum mystery, readers are drawn deeper into a web of intrigue, magic, and betrayal. The realms speak in lost tongues—French, German, Italian, and Old English—enriching the tapestry of the tale and highlighting the diverse heritage of its inhabitants. The narrator must decipher these languages and customs to unite fragmented kingdoms against the looming darkness. "Whispers of the Forgotten Realm" is a saga of awakening, resilience, and the relentless pursuit of one’s destiny in a world where every whisper holds a truth, and every truth has its costs. With each turn of the page, the mysteries of the Forgotten Realm pull tighter, promising revelation and revolution at the journey’s end.

Life's a bitch but I'm a bigger bitch Kesha is a difficult person to be with, she is different and hates everyone, building a fence around her heart. Painful experiences from the past, bad occurrences has made her harder and difficult to please. Sebastian moved to a new country, different and new people, he falls in love Kesha and tries to win her over. Will she accept him? Will she learn to love him? Will she be finally accept him? With the lovely childhood and all the love Kesha couldn't get, will Sebastian be able to win her over excerpt: I am not your everyday teenager. Well I am sixteen and a whore. I guess that makes me a Villain. I would look mad ass sexy in a Villain suit. "You have to learn to knock mom. You do not want to see me in bed with a boy, fucking my brain out"I snapped at her walking out of the bathroom. Excerpt : Just drive us to my sudden doom" I said and placed my legs on the dashboard. My top might have ridden up a little and I just could not possibly stop myself from grinning whenever I caught him staring "Does someone love my tattoos?" I asked with a teasing smile and a silly look plastered on my face "They are beau--ti--ti--ti--ful--ful" he stammered and held the steering wheel tighter "Cats got your tongue or are you just nervous around a sexy thing like me" I said and purred, enjoying how he was getting red. He was a tough one, he refused to stare at me, he just kept his focus on the road. "Awww, am I not tempting enough to steal your attention?" I said mocking how focused he was. I caught his eyes moving from me to the road. I have gotten a reaction "So I am tempting?" I asked with a  smirk plastered on my face. I got my legs off the dashboard and moved closer to him resting on the armrest and holding my amused face  "Do you want to see a very cute tattoo?" I asked and purred in his ears, he did not answer me but I knew I was affecting him. "So you do not want to see?" I asked faking a   frown and pouting  "I do" he said in a rushed tone, someone is excited, he turned to look at me and caught my smirk "I knew you would" I said. I tugged the neck of my shirt to make it lower to reveal the tattoo I had on my chest. "You like?" I asked He nodded and turned to look at the road. "Aww you are looking all red and stuff" I teased and poked him for added effects. "I had no idea boys could be this red" I added and continued to tease him with my laughter 'I think he has had enough teasing for a day'   my subconscious reminded me. I turned to look at Sebastian, he was red and was gripping the wheels like his life depended on it. He really makes teasing easy but not fun, he is not flirting back, making me look like a whore 'You are one' my subconscious reminded me again, I gasped and smirked 'Am I?' I wanted to laugh at my own joke but I do not think Sebastian is ready for more craziness. I sort of miss Regina, sorry my room, I might be asleep right now or trapped in a book, got to keep straight A's. I looked up and realized the dirt path we were driving through looked familiar "Sebastian?" I called, he hummed to tell me he was listening "Where are we?" I asked "I have brought you to your doom...

Separated from the beloved Moon Goddess Chang'er, Tuzi the former-bunny turned divine lady, is violently thrown from the Realm of Gods into the Mortal Realm. Can Moon stay focused long enough to solve the mystery of who stole her beloved Tuzi, with the too-handsome-for-his-own-good, God of Sky distracting her at every clue's reveal? Why did the Sky God’s best soldier Atlas dive into the Mortal Realm after Tuzi? Will Tuzi be able to guard her heart against this dashing soldier? Why are so many alpha gods suddenly so interested in her business? And why are mosquitos the absolute worst…? Solve the mystery of the Moon Goddess’s stolen lady, in this romantic, funny and action-packed spin on the legend of Chang'er and her white bunny. Bet you can't figure out who did it! [Novel images are AI generated] ******************** [Excerpt from Novel] The Goddess remembered that day clearly. As she floated in the sky near the cold doors of death, she shivered. She had lost too much blood. The pain was overtaking her senses. She knew she was dying. She hugged the rabbit in her arms even tighter, not wanting to drop her loyal friend. How the Goddess had wished she could see her loved one, just one last time, she thought sadly. The cold began to invade every part of her body, spreading itself like sharp frost through her bones. She had not thought that she would die feeling so lonely and scared. She choked back a sob. She wasn't sure if her eyes were becoming hazy and blurry from her tears or from her consciousness slipping away... "You're safe now... I will never let anything bad happen to you..." "Thank you..." she whispered gratefully. When the Goddess finally awakened, she was home within her palace in the Realm of Gods. She sat up slowly in her bed assessing her surroundings. Sunlight shone through the grand windows onto freshly cut flowers on the bedside table. She could hear the song birds serenading the world outside. The air smelled like a mix of vanilla and honey. Nothing was out of place here. She was wearing a light nightgown. She lifted the hem of it so she could take a look at her body. Her light skin was smooth and glowing. There were no injuries at all. For a moment, she wondered if her time on Earth as Queen Chang’er was nothing but a dream. She took a deep breath when she felt something moving under the blanket. Curious, she lifted back the covers and gazed into the face of the little rabbit who had been her companion through it all. The Goddess’s eyes became wet with tears as she lifted the rabbit up onto her lap. She couldn’t believe that the little bunny survived the journey to the Realm of Gods. “Was it you who saved me…?” The rabbit rubbed its furry face against her hands, wiggling her little cotton tail, happy that her master had finally awakened from her long slumber. “You silly one…” The Goddess touched her finger against the rabbit’s nose, which caused it to twitch slightly. “For your kindness,” she said gently, “I will repay you, my little Tuzi.” The Goddess worked her magic and changed Tuzi’s form into a human. Forever her companion and friend. The legend of Chang’er goes, that she became the Moon Goddess in the heavens, accompanied by her loyal white rabbit. Sometimes, if one stares long enough at the Moon, they can see the rabbit shift into a human.

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

He looked down at her gripping her cheeks, "I saw you Lalya, smiling as he took your hand taking you away " he said. Her tears flowed down her face, he gripped tighter "Tell me, is it a lie?" he asked. "No" "Then tell me why you left?" his voice was almost a whisper. She sniffed looking into his eyes. "Cause he helps me with something," she said. "And what would that be, my dear wife " his eyes were burning with jealousy. She didn't answer trying to pull away from him. Noticing he smirked and shifted throwing her down on the bed. "You can't answer 'cause it's not decent at all" he got on top of her ripping her clothes off as he asked if that was how her lover did it. She cried out trying to push him away but failed. "AM PREGNANT" she yelled. The movement around her stopped. She opened her eyes to see her husband frozen in place. "What did you say?" he asked. No one has ever said marriage was a bed of roses. It might be to some but it's never perfect. We always have to try harder and love harder for it to work. But that is for normal marriages unlike Layla's. How does marriage between a lonely, troubled girl and a Vampire who does not know anything about love work?. He wants to learn to love just for her but her heart is closed off. She wants freedom and nothing of his love, but something growing inside of her won't let her. Will love bloom between two completely different people or destroy them?

"So you don't want me to see you only as money?" I said, walking around the table. He looked up from where he was sitting, facing me. I married this man for his money, but I have to admit that he was extremely handsome. You know those people who become giants wherever they go, you notice them immediately because everyone else is so small next to them. My husband was just like that. Isn't that why I married him in the first place? Because he was big enough for me to hide under his wings. But still... When I looked down on him like that, I felt so powerful, like I'd made a lion kneel before me. From where he was sitting, he was looking at me with such confidence that it made me want to challenge him. "So my beloved husband wants more now?" I said, continuing to approach. When I stopped in front of him, I grabbed his shoulders, made him lean back in the chair and sat on his lap. I was so slow that my husband, realizing that this was a challenge, never broke my game. Because I knew this was his favorite part of me. A man that everyone was afraid to talk to, let alone challenge, was being challenged at every turn by a woman half his size. Shouldn't that be funny to him? Because I thought it was very funny, but somehow I'm sure it was very hot for my husband. After I settled on his lap, I put my arms around his neck and "Then give me more." I said. He frowned at what I said. I knew he wouldn't like it because he was used to everyone giving him everything he wanted. No strings attached. Now I was asking him for something to get what he wanted and I must say I was used to getting everything I wanted. A wry smile appeared on his face. His hands were already wrapped around my hips as he said, "Would more bags, dresses or cars do the trick, wife?" Now he was challenging me. I shouldn't have fallen for it because it was his weapon. He was cheating by messing with my mind. I mean, I sat on his lap, but mine didn't count. I was allowed to cheat a little bit to beat him. Because I told you, anyone would feel small next to my husband and I needed to see desire in his eyes for a little confidence. So I rubbed against him a little and put one of my hands down on his chest. Instantly his gaze darkened and I continued my game. "See? How can I see a man who is always trying to give me more bags or more money as more than that?" I wasn't sure if he was listening to me because he was looking directly at my lips with his darkened gaze and his hands were caressing my thighs and he looked like he could attack me at any moment, but I knew he wasn't going to interrupt my show and he was going to savor every moment. Is it weird to compare my husband to a wild animal lurking around right now? It was hard enough to pay attention with his hands caressing my thighs, and if he kept looking at me like that for a while longer, I was definitely going to attack him. So I moved the hand that had been on his chest back up to his neck and got close to his ear. As I got closer, his hands gripped my thighs tighter. I may have rubbed a little bit, but I told you, I had the right to cheat. I wonder if he thought I looked like a lurking animal. "If you want me to see you as something more, husband, stop buying me expensive bags or cars every chance you get. I'm here and if you want it that bad, man up and come and get it." I said and placed a kiss between her neck and ear. I was extremely sexy right now and judging by the hands up my skirt I was on the right track but I needed one last stroke. I was going to say the same thing he'd said to me a couple of days ago and get my revenge for that day, and then I could enjoy myself for a while, because with hands on my bare buttocks and legs, my mind was starting to wander too. And this giant of a man wasn't the only one affected by these little tricks. After the kiss, I pulled back, looked into his blackened eyes, gave him the last stroke and finished my show. "If you've got the balls!"

A powerful necromancer casts one last spell before his death as an act of revenge against those who helped carryout the genocide of all necromancers. But in doing so, he unknowingly sparked a great cataclysm. All souls, good and evil, are being sent directly to Hell without proper judgement. Only a select few could ever possibly uncover this, that being the very people who must live the rest of their lives in secrecy due to their necromantic nature. Follow a weathered veteran, Arethor Celstrum, as he is pulled back into the Oak as his ties to the chaos happening beyond the veil grow ever tighter.

'The famous mister truck strikes again.' A joke in her mind turned to reality. She thought that the famous mister truck would remain on those novels and anime's she had read and watched. But when it was her turn to have the chance in going back in time, she made a vow to mister truck. 'Okay mister truck, since you gave me a second chance I will make sure that this time I will succeed.' ***** This is the typical story of her being hated by the male lead. She was hated because he and his love couldn't be together for the fact that she and he ended up getting drunk one night and woke up beside each other the next day, NAKED. Indeed, cliché... It was only later that she found out that it was actually a plot of his mother who didn't like his lover for being poor and believes that she was a heiress. Once again a cliché route... But alas she was not, she was disowned by her family and had lived on her own for long. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a villainess. She was simply trying to fulfill a promise. Now that she has the chance, she still chose to continue trying to fulfill her promise in this second life. What can she do? She was a stubborn person. But this time she has no plans on failing. She will... SAVE HIM... A cliché route? Nope not at all... Because she was not the cliché female lead either... ***** "Yes, yes, I am already tired of that as well. Don't worry I am stopping now, mama's boy." There was mock in her tone and he couldn't help but to turn red in anger. The phone in his hand was gripped tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You-" "Good bye, mama's boy." *BEEP BEEP* This was the very first time he became furiously speechless towards her. ***** When she opened her eyes, she saw him towering over her. "Hmmm isn't it that sleeping beauty will see the seven dwarves once she opens her eyes? Why am I seeing a giant?" He frowned at her words. At the same time she did. "Were there any dwarves in sleeping beauty?" ***** "It's the wicked witch, here to bully cinderella?" Then she muttered, "Oh no, I think that does not match. Was there a witch in cinderella?" The mother was gritting her teeth in anger while she contemplated on the story of cinderella if there was a witch in it. ***** "Do it." A gun was pointed at her temple but her eyes focused on his. She said only two words but her eyes were saying more. 'Trust yourself for you can do it.' She even tilted her head a little to the side without the gunman noticing. Now with only a space with the size of a pingpong ball, he aimed his gun. If he shoot that pingpong ball sized space perfectly, the man will die. If he don't then she will die. When he wavered and turned to look at her eyes, she was actually smiling and mouthed, 'You will be able to save me.' *BANG* *UPDATES DAILY* Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Disclaimer: Cover photo not mine... Please message me if I needed to change it... Please support me on this page as well: https://patreon.com/user?u=52128033&utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

The cold wind howled through the thick, towering trees of the Blackwood forest, carrying whispers of ancient curses. Isabella wrapped her cloak tighter around her shoulders as her carriage came to a halt before the iron gates of the cursed estate. The estate had a name -Drakmoor- but it was more than a name. It was a place of legend, of shadows, of whispers in the dark. "Miss Isabella," the coachman's voice trembled as he opened the door. "We've arrived." Isabella took a deep breath, stepping out into the night. The gates creaked open as if by magic, revealing the looming, gothic mansion ahead. Its tall spires pierced the sky, and the air around it seemed colder, darker, like the night itself was afraid of what lay inside.

The Lockwood mansion was a gilded cage. Marble floors and crystal chandeliers couldn’t mask the suffocating weight of expectations. Zane sat in his dark room, the quiet hum of his guitar the only sound in the vast emptiness. He was born into a life of privilege, destined for medical school or a corporate throne. But that world felt cold and hollow. His heart beat to a different rhythm—the pulse of a guitar, the rush of a stage, the freedom of music. Yet in this family, music was nothing more than a childish hobby, a distraction from the "real future" they had planned for him. Every note he played felt like rebellion, but the walls around him only closed in tighter. Soon, he would have to choose: the life they wanted for him, or the life he dreamed of. But in the Lockwoods household, dreams were meant to be sacrificed.

Haaa…I am happy for Miles but I just couldn’t take my mind off the worry, what if?, I smiled at Miles and hugged him. I know that look Ericka, if you are worried about me, don’t be, I can take care of myself now. You’ll see. We are not children anymore and I will prove to you that I am more capable of handling myself and those filthy monsters, so rest assured that I will come back home for you and Sarah!, Miles said and I hugged him again but now tighter. I don’t think that he will make it unless I am there with him to protect him. I love my friends and though I am a good Barista, I love war games and killing monsters is my specialty. But I don’t really know if my special ability could help the aviators but I want to try and put it to good use which way possible, I thought and decided to check on DOGS Academy the next day and tried to sign up for the course. I got accepted right away and when I checked on the systems they use it’s almost the same as the simulators I usually play with and this is making life more interesting and exciting for me. Miles didn’t know I will be joining him for the eight months training. And this is going to be a hell of a game in real life, fighting, killing monsters, here we go!

A VRMMORPG titled "Ashen Fantasy Online" had been released worldwide. With the acclaimed Omni-A.I. Terminus controlling the whole game. --- One day, our protagonist a boy who skipped his school for a reason. Went and tried the latest fad, Ashen Fantasy Online that is. "No wonder the capsule-net is always crowded" The boy said as he experienced the Ashen Fantasy World. Follow the story of the boy on his journey playing the famous "Ashen Fantasy Online", watch as every single steps he take will make ripples on the two worlds. --- "It doesn't matter whether you call them bunch of one and zeroes! What truly matters is in the end they are more genuine than the people you see outside the capsule!" The boy replied as he held his fist tighter. "That's why you are the best... You understand me more--- No, You understand us! You've figured everything, don't you?" The man said as he wiped the tears running down his cheeks, "You've followed the clues and everything that I've tried my hardest to keep away from the others, even though I already had no hope... but, you came on that fated day." "Who they truly are, Mister?" The boy asked. The man laughed, "They... no... if it's you... you'll know." --- Witness as the fate of two world collides. Will it bring more prosperity, or will chaos rise once more? Follow our protagonist as he unravel more than what meets the eye. --- If you want early access to other chapters or wanted to enjoy the extra stories to come, then I'll be waiting for you there~ (p)(a)(t)(r)(e)(o)(n)/ImmortalRoad --- Updating around 3-4 Chapters per week, randomly through the day.

"Derek? What are you doing here?" Claire cracked the door open slowly as she felt anxiety fill her chest. Standing at the door was her ex-boyfriend, Derek. "What do you mean what am I doing here? Is there something you're trying to hide?" Derek tried to peek through the cracked door at the room behind Claire. His expression was scrunched and full of suspicion. "Whether I have anything to hide or not is none of your business. I told you to leave me alone! I never want to see you again." Holding the door tighter, Claire glared at him. "Please, go away." Derek returned his gaze back to Claire, moving closer to the door as he spoke. "And I asked you to let me explain. Everything that I did was for us!" Derek tried to push open the door, but was met with firm resistance. Surprised, he looked up in rage and made unexpected eye contact with a man he had not seen before. Theo stood behind Claire, firmly grasping the door. Looking down at Derek, he spoke in a low voice. "She told you to leave." The look in Theo's eyes became more threatening. "I suggest you go, and never come back."

Not your typical Indian college life. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Melford University, the most prestigious university in the state, opened its doors to everyone as its campus was renovated. This move caused their reputation to take a big nosedive. The rules got tighter, and outside connections were blocked off. That didn't stop the students from doing what they wanted. A new student enrolls in the university. Who knew that this new student would change the entire dynamics? He's the fakest guy in the whole university. With gaining popularity and snakes everywhere, will he survive the university for four years? Or will he end up at the bottom of the social chart despite all his qualities? ------------------------------------------------------------------ The MC will be tall, and athletic. But this won't be a harem or anything unrealistic. He will only have one love interest with its ups and downs. I tried to make this as real as I can, and the nature of the MC will be a little different (read and find out). It will only get darker as the story progresses. So *weak willed and judgmental people stay away* **I Do Not Own The Background Image in Cover**

With parenting, personas, and a new career, love is the last thing Verena has on her mind. A family full of celebrities and the mafia knocking at their door, what could possibly be next? Her life was thrown out of balance when they moved across the world and lost their parents. Now left to raise her siblings, she struggles to survive the constant pressure and danger coming from every side. Will Verena be able to balance life and love while completing her revenge, or will she lose all she loves in the process? Some lucky fortune cookie must have helped Park Junho meet Verena. The girl didn't even know it, but he was wrapped around her tiny finger. His only wish is to make her happy, but the walls around her heart are high, and her trust comes at a price. As Junho gets closer to her while fighting against her siblings and friends for her attention, he can't help but feel that not everything is as simple as it seems. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Sence from the Novel* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The icy rain poured on the young girl. Her thin legs swung back and forth rhythmically as they dangled over the edge. Soft melodic music could be heard in the distance as if carried by the wind that caressed her cheek. Her dark seaweed-like hair clung to her bare shoulders, and her white dress embraced her body tightly, showing each of her delicate curves. Her body swayed toward the vast sea below, and her crystal tears mixed with the raindrops that gracefully kissed her skin. Before she could fall over the edge, a pair of strong arms pulled her close, not allowing her to fall as he buried his face into her neck. *RING* "And cut! That was perfect!" The director hopped out of his chair and shouted about how great the music video would be. Verena's arms snaked around Junho as he wrapped a large towel around them and held her close. "How'd I do?" Her large love-filled eyes gazed up at him, hoping to be praised. Her shivering body pressed tightly to his in search of warmth as he held her tighter. "You did well. I knew you would." Pressing a kiss on her forehead, he didn't care if everyone thought he was whipped for her. It was the truth. He was head over heels for the girl in his arms, and if she asked he would give her the moon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *NO RAPE* *NO MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDING* All credits to the owner. This beautiful cover is NOT mine! If you are the owner and would like me to remove it, I will be happy to do so.

"Who are you, Sebastian?" "I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?" As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?" "The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel." Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take.......... For over two hundred years, the Vampire master, Sebastian Belmont, has been an intimidating presence, striking fear into the hearts of all who dare cross him. With an insatiable thirst for danger and supernatural power, he rules his empire with an iron fist, leaving a trail of bitter ex-lovers in his wake. But now, his path is about to cross with a young girl named Anastasia Santi, who, despite her strong will, always finds herself in need of rescue. One fateful night, Sebastian takes things too far, setting himself on a new path towards a destiny that will lead him to confront all things that go bump in the night. But at the end of it all lies the ultimate sacrifice...He must give up his immortality... Will he be willing to give up the one thing he values the most to achieve his legacy?

In the enchanting world of Veridia, Lumina's radiant energy pulses through the cosmos, empowering those who dare to harness its mystic power. Kaelen Nightshade, marked by the enigmatic "Eclipse Serpent," unexpectedly taps into his latent Lumina abilities during a chaotic festival, which may or may not set off a chain of events out of his control. Drawn to the Celestial Peaks Academy, Kaelen's path intertwines with Lyra Celestia, a Lumina-infused musician whose melodies weave the fabric of reality, and Kylian Shadowthorn, a master of illusions with an uncanny charm. United by destiny, the trio embarks on a perilous journey, navigating Lumina's diverse realms, where suspense and dread lurk beneath the surface. As ancient prophecies echo through the cosmic winds, foreboding darkness looms, threatening to unravel the delicate balance of Veridia's existence. Amidst luminescent landscapes and shadowed enclaves, the boundaries between friend and foe blur. The chilling tendrils of suspense wind tighter, as they unearth a truth that could either save Veridia or plunge it into eternal darkness. In this riveting tale of cosmic intrigue and unsettling suspense, the trio's alliance becomes a glimmer of hope against the encroaching abyss. As Lumina's power courses through their veins, they must unravel the mysteries that haunt Veridia, and confront the chilling forces that threaten to consume their world.

In the clutches of an unyielding arranged marriage, Journee's life takes a treacherous turn as she ventures into the unknown. Leaving behind all she holds dear, she embarks on a journey to wed the enigmatic Montgomery Lewis, a privileged heir with secrets untold. Amidst the overwhelming chaos, Journee seeks solace by a secluded waterfall, unaware of the ancient forces that lie dormant there. In a moment of desperation, she unknowingly summons Ma'oz, the King of Demons and the Master of Death. Drawn to her unique aura and the irresistible pull between their souls, Ma'oz bestows upon her three coveted wishes. Yet, as each encounter binds them tighter, Journee finds herself ensnared in a perilous web. Ma'oz's abyssal eyes haunt her, captivating and chilling her to the core. Their connection, a mystery woven by the hands of fate and the whispers of destiny, ignites questions of true love, enslavement, and an eternal bond. As the stakes rise, their choices become fraught with consequence. The price they must pay, unbeknownst to either of them, looms larger than they could ever imagine. Will they succumb to the intoxicating allure of their connection? Or will they resist the entanglement that binds their very souls, braving the untold sacrifices that lie ahead?

What have I done? Why is this happening?" All she wanted to know was the reason why he was staring at her dangerously and nothing more. He moved closer to her until she could feel his breath hard on her skin. She tried moving away but his hand became tighter to hers. She couldn't breathe well either. Unknowingly, his lips were on hers. He began to kiss her slowly but hostilely. At first, she was shocked at his action and leaned to him to accept the kiss but she didn't reciprocate. On second thought, she becomes stunned and starts to struggle with him. This time, the kiss became rough. He kissed her aggressively and hungrily like he would swallow her up whereas she struggled with him. Seeing that he wasn't going to stop, she used her fingers to pinch the nape of his neck which made him groan before retreating. She pushed him away landing a hot slap on his cheek. "You brat!" She sneered. "Are you insane?! What's wrong with you?" She asked hastily but no response came from him. He just stood like a lad who could not understand what she was saying. At the age of 8, Mathias witnessed his mother's suicide. He grew up with the guilt of not being able to save her and accused his father of her death. Ever since that day, he became brutal and arrogant as the incidents kept appearing back as nightmares. His life drastically changed when he had to save Angela from the same event that happened 12 years ago. Angela made a promise to his friends to make him a better person and forced him into a relationship accusing him of taking advantage of her which Mathias agreed only for a month. Although he made life horrible for Angela she never gave up until she melted his heart. What arose when Mathias called Angela and declared the end of their relationship? How will they put an end to the dilemma against their family that will affect their relationship?

"You're not a monster," I held his face between my hands, forcing him to look at me. "You have good in you, I have seen it. You just lost your way and it's time for you to come home." I sob out.   "B-but, I have done so much to you," he stuttered out as his voice shakes and his body trembles. I shake my head and my grip on him gets tighter, tears streaming rapidly down my face. Releasing a shaky breath, I pull him closer to me and  say,"I forgave you a long time ago. Listen to me when I tell you this. I love you, and nothing is going to change that." I pulled him even closer, now clutching his head to my chest, right over my heart. Lightly shushing him and rubbing his head, I whisper, "we'll get through this." and kissed his head. 

"Shit! He died again." A boy threw his sword the moment he landed on the ground. He used his levitating magic to pick up a dead body and carry it in his arms. "My tan skin is now even darker than yours." he commented as he compared his dark complexion to the pale, lifeless body on his arms. He looked at a corpse as if it was not new for him to see that person lifeless, but it doesn’t mean it’s not painful to see his brother like this. "It’s not a good time to die, Kuya." The boy softly talked to the lifeless body as he looked up at the blue sky. His long silver-blond hair swayed with the wind as he flew through the sky, ascending slowly without end. "The weather is too good for us to die." It was a bright and sunny morning. White, fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, and so did his mind. The boy’s purple eyes have turned darker the more he stares at his dead brother’s pink hair, stained with blood. He had been trying to make his brother’s life better in his every regression, but the more he tried, the earlier his brother died. Originally, his brother died at fifty, but now in his ninetieth try, his brother died too early, at fifteen years old. It made him wonder if his power to return in time would really help his brother to experience a good and peaceful life, which his brother had never experienced. Or if it was just a power to mess everything up and make his brother’s life miserable. “What did I miss this time? What more should I do?” The boy grumbled while he gripped tighter on his brother’s body. It’s tiring, especially because he keeps returning back in time nineteen times in less than a century. He fought a lot of higher beings that humans could never surpass, but he somewhat did. For his brother, he could face dragons, gods, beasts, and any kind of dangerous being. He becomes stronger and greater than any human. But why does he keep failing? The boy just let out a sigh before he sped up, ascending to the sky, only focusing on his direction toward the sun. “Let’s die again and try for the twentieth time. I will never give up.” ....... The eyes and interest of the higher gods are focused on the fragile-looking child whom the firstborn son of the Marquis wished to divert. Ernesto Oliva is doing his best to save his friend from the bored and conceited gods that have made their lives very twisted. He returned back to the past multiple times with one goal: to make his friend's life more fulfilling. He does, however, end up dealing with a variety of beings, including Deities , Dragons, Demons, Giants, and other mysterious beings ..... Cover illustrated by: Aerinmaers What to see here: Fight against gods and other races Powers used: Magic, Divine, Aura

"Lillian, how did you kill Mr. Smith," screamed one of the detectives. "How did you kill him? " "Why did you kill him," added the other. "Did you have an accomplice?" "Say it," I started hearing. "Tell the detectives how you killed Nathaniel, and I'll spare you." "I didn't do it," I screamed. "I didn't kill Nathaniel." Confused and shocked by my actions and words, the detectives took a step back. "Why would I kill him," I asked, abruptly standing up from my chair. Looking at the figure, I couldn't control the urge. Subconsciously my hands snaked around her neck, slowly getting tighter. "Are you going to kill me like you killed Nathaniel," asked the figure. "Shut Up," I screamed, releasing my grip to find that the figure had disappeared. No one was standing in front of me. I turned around to see the detectives, followed by a doctor. "Take a deep breath, Ms. Lillian. We are here to help you," said the doctor, taking a step toward me. "Okay." WARNING THIS STORY WILL COVER SENSITIVE TOPICS. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED :)

"I know you're not the perpetrator of that serial murder, but I don't understand why you want to kill people the way he did?" He is the real killer. "I have my reasons and if you caught me, then this case will be closed and settled." Evan laughed cynically. He was amused to see Zariel's face getting tighter. "But, if you don't catch me. I can consider whether I want to work with you to bait the killer." Evan continued. Zariel was silent, then he turned his face away and walked down the small hallway where he found Evan. -------------------------------------------------- -------------------- (No desc yet but enjoy!) Start 22. November.2021 End:

I pulled her close to me and stared into her eyes as I placed one hand on her waist and clutched her hand with my other hand and lifted her into the air romantically and hugged her tighter… We both were going to marry each other in a few more minutes. "Look, my dear son, what do you need this wedding with her?. None of the people in our pack like it at all. Look at their faces, nobody likes it and if you marry her by force then these people will throw you two from our pack out" My mother came up to me to check if I was ready and not looking at me to avoid my eye contact, but I'm not in a listenable situation, everyone understood that so nobody coming to me to explain the situation which we are going to face it shortly. I am a werewolf and Marilyn is a vampire. Even though we two relate to a different species, fell in love deeply but because I am an alpha I have to choose my mate to become alpha to my pack, or else I will remain like Zero in this world even though I am stronger than everyone else in my pack. Regardless, I persuaded everyone in the pack to marry Marilyn even though she is a vampire and eventually takes everyone to the wedding. But all of a sudden a wild and unexpected thing was placed in our lives and turned our lives into a dangerous and mystic journey. Marilyn was abducted by a big werewolf which is bigger and more terrible than me even though without pitying she is pregnant. Almost we lost everything and left alone only two of us. It’s like the whole world is against us but we were trying to withstand and we are in an answerable situation now. Will the two get married? Did she give birth to his baby? How did their lives turn dangerous? How did the two withstand the circumstances?...

"Who are they?" I asked Sarah as the bikers got closer. "Bad news," she whispers, she looked at Tyler and James, who was already walking towards us in a hurry. "Get in the car," she warns. I almost did, but when I saw the look of fright in her eye I didn't move. I felt hands around my naked waist, I knew it was Tyler. He pulls me tightly against his chest, I could feel the heat coming from his body. "Get in your car and drive off. Don't say a word" he whispers into my ear. "Why?" why did they want me to leave? "Just fucking do it Bella!" he says angrily pushing me forward, I bumped into another hard chest. But this time I could smell cheap beer and sweat. I look up and saw a tattooed face with a nose ring. Taking a step back slowly when he showed me his yellow teeth. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing!" He laughs out, the others agreeing with him. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" I didn't reply, I didn't like the way they were watching me. I felt Tyler's hard hands on my shoulder, his grip was hard enough to make me wince. He pulled me up against his chest as if trying to shield me away. I look around the now deserted desert, everyone seems to have disappeared. It was just James, Jada, Sarah, Nelson and Tyler. They were all standing next to us. "Boy! We've been looking for you" they yelled at Tyler. He didn't look affected by them, in fact, I think they knew each other. Why would Tyler be hanging out with guys like this? "I see you got your self a new pretty bird" one chuckles pointing at Tyler's arm that was around my waist. "What are you doing here Stone" he growls at the guy that just spoke. "It seems you've forgotten you owe us money" the guy name Stone growls at Tyler. Does he owe their money? Why? "We made a deal, you said on the 7th" Tyler say, today was the 5th. "Well, you see our boss change his mind" Stone laughs casually. "I don't have that kind of money on me Stone" Tyler was breathing hard now. I knew something bad was about to happen, I just wasn't sure what. "Then we have a problem boy," Stone pulls out a gun and point it directly at me. I freeze tears forming in my eyes, I stare at the gun, not moving. I held Tyler's hands tighter, trying my best not to move. "She's got nothing to do with this" Tyler steps forward blocking me from the gun. I felt him reaching behind his back slowly. "Your gonna have to pay Son and that one looks like she's worth 50 grand" He owns them 50 thousand dollars! I wanted to yell. How did that happen? Doesn't he know people like this can kill you for that? "Come back on the 7th and you will have your money" James steps forward. Oh god, this boys looked like they did this daily. What the hell was I doing here, I should be with my friends getting wasted not stuck in the middle of what looked like a gang War. "Just give us the girl and will be on our merry way" "Not gonna happened," before I could blink Tyler pulled out a gun from his back making my eye wide. HE HAD A FUCKING GUN!! Oh my god, this is not going to be good. Does he carry that with him all the time? If he does how comes I've never felt it. "Be a smart boy, there are three of you and six of us. If you give us the girl will let you keep the other two" Stone says referring to Sarah and Jada. "We just want one!" another biker yells making me jump. "None of them are going with you" Tyler stood his ground, pointing his gun directly at Stone. "Fine," Stone spat on the floor and the other men behind him pulled out their guns some had long knives instead. "James gets Bella out of here," Tyler whispers deadly not taking his eyes off Stone. Bella Thomson, the queen bee. This was her senior year, she already planned everything-homecoming queen, Harvard. Tyler Carter isn't like every other typical 18 years old. Living in the wrong neighbourhood all his life and after losing his mother age of 15, never knowing who his dad was. He is known as the best fighter on the north side.