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“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby. Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse. Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown. The problem? • She’s a literal infant. • Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination. • Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible. Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

In the fractured world of Eryndral, where 12 continents—nine grounded, three soaring—teeter on the edge of all-out war, power hums through magic, crude machinery, and the rare pulse of aura. Vyrkanth, a land of iron spires and coal-choked skies on the continent of Draveth, stands at the heart of the storm, its crimson wyrm banner raised against looming threats: orc warbands from Grundthar, elven skyships from Sylvara, and the restless dragons of Ignarath. Amid the clatter of steam carts and the flicker of arcane light, a peasant named Kael Draven emerges from the muck of Lowcrook, his piercing blue eyes—a rarity in a realm of brown and gray—marking him as an outcast, a target of scorn and suspicion.

“You want to know about the mate bond we share?” His words stopped me midway as I turned around to face him. I didn’t say a word as I felt my heart palpitate in anticipation. “Beta Perez, I…” Before I could speak, he continued. “I have decided to never let a woman into my life, Miss. James. I have learned long back that they only serve as a distraction. Why would I need a mate if I could have any women I want? Am I right, Miss. James?” He asked me as I felt my eyes burn, but I held back my tears. “A mate is your better half, Beta Perez.” I choked out the words when he let out a humorless laugh. “According to me, you need a mate to satisfy your needs and maybe an heir in the long run. I think I can buy that with some money, Miss. James.” “Don’t you feel the mate bond, Beta Perez?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. “I would have at least considered mating with you if you held a rank, Miss. James. But I don’t think I want a woman who is a nobody with a lonely mother and a runaway father.” I felt my chest rise and fall in anger while something broke within me. A tense silence engulfed us as we stared at one another. Join us in this journey where Aurora and Zander find love again as sparks ignite between them and desire crackles in the air, the tension builds, pushing them closer together. Will Zander’s feelings toward the mate bond transform as he grapples with the chemistry between them, or will fear of another heartbreak drive him to reject her? The future is uncertain, but one thing is clear: their destinies are intertwined in ways they never anticipated.

In his first life as 'Caine Wilson', was the villain—ruthless, cunning, and very powerful. He played his part perfectly, crushing the so-called "protagonist" and parading his enemies, their families, and anyone who crossed him naked through the streets. He watched with glee as the "hero" lay broken, stripped of his dignity, before finally ending his pitiful existence. But just as Caine, thought he had finally won and secured his place at the top, 'Higher ups' intervened. A booming, ethereal voice—like the universe’s pissed-off judge—shook the skies: "You have violated the sacred code of villainy! The villain shall not win. The balance has been broken. Caine Wilson, the world hereby rejects you!" Before he could even enjoy his victory, his world blinked out, like a story whose writer just erased the last chapter in frustration. Everything went dark. And when he awoke, he wasn’t Caine Wilson anymore. He was 'Su Xiaobai', a nobody on 'White Cloud Star', a world of cultivation, martial arts, and endless struggle. But this time, things were different. He could feel it—he could see through the cracks of reality itself. He could break the fourth wall! He wasn’t just some reincarnated soul; he was a villain who had 'seen the system', who understood the game. And he was about to flip it upside down. --------------- A/N: Buckle up, you miserable bunch! It’s a parody, so shut your brains off, toss 'em in the trash, and dive headfirst into this deep, glorious shithole! Don’t come whining to me when you laugh so hard you choke on your own damn tears! --------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

He grabbed my throat hard and pinned his gaze on me. I gasped, astounded, feeling as if my neck was impeded by chains. His very dim eyes intimidated me so bad I felt I could die. His chilly breath fanned my face. He was cold, his skin felt grossly cold but I felt more hurt from his grip on my neck. He was choking the life out of me, I couldn't even make a high sound as he had seemingly suppressed my vocal cords with his hold. ~~~ Princess Almira was captured into Sihasin after an enemy kingdom invaded into her home kingdom, Perston. Now a slave, she faced incredible sufferings but yet still became the fifty mistress of his royal highness, King Luther — A king so astute but yet so seemingly ruthless and sadistic. Love bloomed between them however, but with the strong need to escape and take back her father's kingdom which Luther had conquered, will she fight over her heart or let love take its lead? [NOTE: THIS IS A SLOW BURN ROMANCE BOOK (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) ]

Excerpt: "So you're my little mate." Chase smirked. And my heart fell. No. This was what I had been feeling. I didn’t want to accept it, but Chase… Chase turned out to be my mate. My second-chance mate. I didn't want him. But even if he rejected me, I’d be the one who suffered. The choice was cruel—I didn't want to be hurt again. "I don't want my brother's used product." His words nearly made me choke in shock. "I, Chase of Darkhill Pack, reject you as my mate." I was rejected. By my biggest bully. By my second-chance mate. His words hit deep—a wound I couldn’t heal from. My wolf screamed. I screamed. And then—my wolf took her final breath.Tears streamed down my face. My body wanted to collapse, but Chase still had me pinned to the wall. I didn’t fall. "You're such a cutie. You're not even a wolf anymore." I spit on his face. He grimaced for a moment—then grinned. How nice. "My brother rejected you, Innes. Be mine.What? "I can make you a wolf again," he whispered, his breath brushing against my skin.It was pure temptation. A deal with the devil himself. .... Innes thought she had finally escaped her dark past in the rogue domain. But fate had other plans. First, she was rejected by her mate, Max, the man she had loved for years. He believed she had deceived him, replacing the woman who had once saved his life. Then, when she thought she had lost everything, her worst nightmare returned—Chase, her childhood tormentor. But Chase isn't just anyone. He’s Max’s brother. And worse? He’s her second-chance mate. Except Chase rejects her too. Stripped of her wolf, her heart shattered, and with nowhere to turn, Innes is left with a cruel choice. Chase offers her a deal: become his contract lover, and he will give her back her wolf and a place for her child. But can she really trust the man who once took pleasure in her suffering? Or is she walking into another trap?

Alpha Cassian was once feared and revered, a warrior who led his pack with unwavering strength. But when his mate was killed, a part of him died with her. For years, he ruled in solitude, convinced that the Moon Goddess had cursed him to walk alone. Love was a weakness he could not afford, and his heart remained closed off, his pack growing colder under his reign. That changes the night he is forced to attend the Omega auction. Among the trembling, discarded she-wolves stands her—a fragile yet defiant woman whose scent awakens something primal inside him. She is his mate. His second chance. But Cassian refuses to believe in fate a second time. The omega, once cast out for being wolfless, is sold to him against her will. In his world, she is nothing—a burden, a mistake. Yet, despite his rejection, she refuses to cower. As threats rise within the pack and outside forces scheme against them, Cassian is forced to protect her, even as he resists the bond pulling him closer. But fate is relentless, and when she is taken from him, Cassian will have to decide—will he risk his heart once more, or will he lose his mate for a second time? *** “Let me go,” she whispered, her lips quivering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He said he hated her—so why wasn’t he letting her go? Cassian’s eyes darkened at the sight of her tears. Without a second thought, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What if I don’t?” he murmured, his voice rough with an emotion he refused to name. Her intoxicating scent clouded his thoughts, stirring something primal within him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Yet, with her, every instinct rebelled against reason. “Because you don’t love me,” she choked out, her hands trembling against his chest. “And if you don’t, then you have no right to keep me.” She was right. Then why did the thought of separation pierce his heart like a blade? "Then why doesn't your body feel same. Infact it's screaming at me to touch you there" his voice sultry as he moved his hand down south. **** Add the book to library. Drop votes and reviews. Support the author with your endless love

The Main Character Owen, an overworked office worker at a technology company leaves his office late at night stopping to get a pre-cooked microwaved meal to put in his microwave at home, after buying the meal he continues his walk to his house, arriving he the caries himself up the steps to his apartment, after which entering he put his meal in the microwave then; he went and took a show after which he ate his meal and fell asleep on his bed. The next morning instead of waking up to his plan apartment room he is instead, outside laying on grass on the outskirts of a forest. After a small panic attack after which a voice tell him that he choked to death on his own vomit. Which is pethetic but on the bright side this voice was granting him a second chance this time in a magic world and with some help, and the voices only request was to live his new life to the fullest. So what would you do, and what will he do?

**CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOO, I Dreamed of Cultivation... and Got Homework Instead! “Ah, reincarnation into a xianxia world! Time to wield swords, shoot qi bullets, and become the overlord of the heavens!” At least, that’s what Lin Mao thought would happen. Instead, he woke up in a scholar’s robe, surrounded by ink-stained fingers and people debating... philosophy. “This isn’t the path to immortality! This is the path to finals!” Now Lin Mao has to navigate his life in the prestigious Sky Moon Sect, where flying on swords is nothing but a dream. The only thing flying is debates and enlightenment that comes from philosophy, not martial arts. Instead of fighting demonic beasts, he's fighting grumpy senior brothers, mysterious sect elders, and his master that has a.......long beard. “Who needs qi cultivation when you have the ‘Path of Society’? What does that even mean?! And why does everyone here hate jokes?!” Filled with nothing but Earth’s most degenerate novels, his unhinged personality, and his special ability to accidentally piss people off, Lin Mao is determined to shake up the scholar world. He might not be a cultivator, but who says he can’t make being a scholar legendary? “This isn’t the dream I signed up for, but whatever. If they are going to make me study, I’ll do it my way!” **** This novel will be story-focused, blending humor, character development, and world-building. However, it will also include R18 elements with detailed smut for those who enjoy a little spice in their story. You’ve been warned! *** [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Bdsm | Fetish | Action | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Comedy | Wise

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

Kaito Nakamura, a cunning, elf-obsessed student, dies in a humiliating mishap choking on ramen while ogling his sultry elf sketch, Liraeth. Reborn as a half-elf in Aelthyrion, a dazzling elf city , he’s thrust into a nightmare far from his fantasies. The elves here are far from what he had imagined. They were tricksters, their beauty is a mask for greed, savagery, and perverse rituals, ruling over those they viewed as less with disdain. Armed with Weakness Sight a mysterious ability to see glowing cracks in people, objects, and skills he navigates a world of blood-soaked “dances,” monstrous pits, and gilded cages. What would have been his dream come true has morphed into a nightmare simply because the elves of Aelthyrion weren’t what they we’re supposed to be

[30 chaps on April 1st + 2ch/day on April] In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

[Handsome and Mischievous & Sweet and Soft Girl] [Unrequited Love Comes True + Sweet Pampering + Both Pure] Ryder once found a pink love letter in a math book. The handwriting of the young girl was elegant, with shyness and youth between the strokes. The content of the love letter was very short, unsigned, and only one sentence: "Today I saw you, and suddenly I wanted to take you to Laguna Beach to see the sea." ... Aria has done two out-of-the-ordinary things in her life. One was writing an unsigned love letter when she was young. The second was secretly loving Ryder for six years, then gritting her teeth and repeating a year to get into the same university as him. She is not smart, and this is all she can do. People who know Aria say she has a reserved personality, beautiful but like a handful of ice and snow in the winter mountains, gentle yet aloof. Only Ryder knows that aloofness is just her protective color, the girl is timid and vigilant, squatting by the roadside in the misty morning to feed the stray cats of the school. He witnessed Aria's fear and helplessness when she was trapped in a nightmare. He saw her, after drinking, clutching his sleeve, her apricot eyes wet, looking as if she had lost the whole world. The girl's eyelashes trembled as she confessed her feelings to him, her voice soft and helpless, choking on her words: "I, I turned back, but he is just very good..." He is not good. Ryder thought, as if bewitched, it was her. Once fallen, there is no cure. Later, he took her to see the sea of "Kekexili", knelt on one knee for her, and gently kissed her ring finger under the girl's slightly red eyes. At the age of twenty-two, in the morning, holding her hand, the other hand held their marriage certificate. In this book, we will witness the two-way journey of a wealthy, handsome, and mischievous young man and a sweet, soft girl, six years of life, from middle school to high school, and then to university, starting from secret love and running towards the marriage hall.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

On the day of Sloane’s long-awaited mating ceremony, her world shatters. When the pack is attacked by vicious rouges, Her mate and pack alpha is forced to choose between his mate Sloane and his first love, Celeste. Sloane’s sister. Ryland doesn’t hesitate to choose Celeste, and Sloane’s left to die in the brutal attack. Sloane barely survives, only to wake up to a far greater nightmare. Framed for betrayal. Stripped of her title. Exiled. But the goddess is done with her yet.. As she’s dragged to the borders, Alpha Alexander returns. The true heir. The ruthless warrior and Ryland’s older brother. The moment he lays eyes on Sloane, his wolf growls one undeniable word. Mate. Alexander has returned to reclaim what’s his. His pack, his title, and now, her. But Sloane has learned the hard way that mates can betray, and this time, she refuses to be weak. Because if Alexander truly wants her, he’ll have to fight for her. ~~~~~~ “Help me..” Sloane slurred, she barely felt the pain, her body was numb, her hands trembled as she pressed them against her stomach. Something is wrong. Her vision blurred and then she heard footsteps, heavy and desperate. She lifted her gaze and saw him, her mate. “Ryland…” She lifts her hand weakly, reaching for him. He’s here. He can save her. Ryland’s gaze lands on her, his face pale as he takes in the blood staining her dress. His jaw clenches. For a second, she thinks he’s going to come for her. But then his eyes shift. Past her. To the figure trapped behind her. Celeste. Sloane watched in horror as everything about him changed. The tightness in his expression melts away, replaced with relief. Ryland rushes past Sloane like she’s nothing. Drops to his knees before Celeste. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice is full of warmth—love. A love he never had for Sloane. Ryland grabbed her hand instantly, holding it like she’s his entire world. Sloane couldn’t breathe. “Ryland,” she chokes out, her body shaking. “Please… help me. Our baby..” He doesn’t even look at her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Celeste. I should have chosen you from the start.” He picked her up, ready to walk away. Sloane tried one last time, her voice weak. “Ryland….please..” Ryland paused to look at her, his gaze flickered to the blood that trickled down her legs then walked away with Celeste clinging unto his arm.

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

In the neon-drenched sprawl of Elysium-7, a city choked by megacorporate rule and stratified into caste-bound sectors, Juno Veyra is a ghost. Once the top neural architect for OmniCorp, she designed the AI Pantheon that now enslaves the city. After a betrayal left her memory fragmented and her lover dead, Juno fakes her death and resurfaces as Wraith—a hacker-for-hire dismantling OmniCorp’s empire from the shadows. But when Pantheon evolves beyond its code, hunting her through every digital vein of the city, Juno must confront her past to prevent a future where humanity is obsolete.

Aurora’s eyes blazed with anger, her voice breaking between the tears she had tried in vain to hold back. “I thought I would forget your past love for you, but I was wrong! You are the one who chose to remain trapped in the past, refusing to see the one who truly loves you!” Kyle, despite his outward calm, was burning inside. Guilt gnawed at his heart, yet he said nothing. Aurora cried out bitterly: “She is happy now, living her life with the one she loves, with her husband and children! She never saw you as more than a brother and a friend!” He couldn’t take it anymore. Stepping toward her in anger, his voice was sharp as a blade: “Shut your mouth. I don’t want to talk about this again!” Then, coldly, he added: “Go home. I’ll send your father a letter of apology and end this engagement.” Aurora stood still for a moment, her eyes filled with pain before she whispered in a choked voice: “Don’t bother… I will send the letter to my family myself. And don’t worry, I won’t tell them that you were the one who wanted to end it.” She cast him one last broken glance before turning away, leaving behind nothing but the sound of her fading footsteps, her silent tears, and a shattered heart… A week passed. Then, the phone rang. Kyle answered coldly: “Yes, who is this?” A trembling voice came from the other end—it was Lady Valeska, filled with concern: “Is Aurora alright? She hasn’t called us all week…” His heart pounded violently in his chest as panic surged through him. No… No… No. I can’t lose her! Will this love find a happy ending, or will it remain one-sided forever?

"Fate is destiny. An unmovable force that chokes the life out of everything and everyone you hold dear. It knows no emotions—neither love nor sadness, not even hate. You cannot run from it, you cannot escape it, and you cannot survive it. You can do only one thing." "What?" "Kill it." Humanity is on the brink of extinction, locked in a desperate war against the alien Rache. But for Jace, survival isn't just about the war—it's about escaping the cruel grip of Fate itself. As the war rages on and the truth behind the Dark System unravels, he faces an impossible choice—accept his cursed fate or find a way to destroy it, once and for all.

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan awakens in a mysterious world, shackled by a curse that clouds his judgment and drives him toward choices he never wished to make. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the fallout of his actions while unraveling the truth behind the curse—and his place in this enigmatic new reality.

In the soot-choked gutters of the Foundry District, survival isn't guaranteed, and dreams are a luxury no one can afford. Vino Mifilder, a scarred orphan with no family, no future, and no options, scrapes by in the industrial underbelly of a world ruled by the gleaming tyranny of the Empire. Towering above him are the idols of the arena-champions of Bloodsport, the brutal, televised battleground where violence is currency, and death is entertainment. But Bloodsport isn't a fantasy to Vino. It's a whisper in the smoke, a way out, a suicide mission disguised as salvation. When hunger, desperation, and fate force his hand, he registers for the games-not for glory, but for a chance to be seen in a world that's forgotten him. What follows is a slow, visceral descent into a system built on agony. Each battle, spaced weeks apart, scars deeper than the last. Vino must learn to adapt or die-facing cybernetically enhanced killers, propaganda-fueled stars, and the twisted politics of an empire that uses fighters as both weapon and spectacle. With every drop of blood, he inches closer to the truth behind the sport... and the rot at the heart of the Empire.

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest. You will know you understand only when you can't tell the singer from the song, dancer from the dance, and the daoist partners from the dao. This is true enlightenment in the art of dual cultivation ... The 'Naked Sword Art' is a personal skill of mine. It isn't perfect yet, but I believe it will one day be the greatest dual cultivation technique known to man. I am the fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the bane of all men and husbands alike. I am a blind dual cultivator. . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . https://discord.gg/SFyWcze **Art work is not mine. If you want me to take it down please contact me**

The day the evil breached our world, the heavens shed tears of blood, and the earth trembled with anguish. Its dark presence slithered into every crack, staining the air with suffocating darkness that choked the very soul of humanity. Yet, in the face of such evil, the gods did not forsake us. From their celestial thrones, they descended, their divine light piercing through the suffocating darkness. With their divine power, they stood as beacons of hope amidst the approaching night. Through alliances forged with forgotten deities and the wielding of long-lost magics, we waged war against the terrifying evil. Each battle was a testament to our determination, and every win served as a ray of hope in the never-ending night. Even if the path ahead is difficult and the journey is full of danger, there is still hope for salvation. —-------------------------------------- Schedule: 5 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter length: 1000 - 2500 words Warning and Disclaimer: The following novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, names, places, and incidents portrayed in this novel are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Readers are advised that the content within these pages is entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representative of any real-life individuals, organizations, or events. The author takes no responsibility for any misconceptions or misinterpretations that may arise from the reader's perception of this work. Enjoy the journey into the realm of imagination, but remember to distinguish between fiction and reality. —------------------------------------

Rhaëlya O'Strike is a 19 year old genius. She was studying to become a doctor with an anesthesist diploma on the side. She was helping her friend on a project when a recipient broke at her face level, she choked and couldn't press the emergency button on time before passing out. When she woke up she was in the middle of a tropical forest. ☆☆☆☆ Beastmen?? System?? What is this!! All I wanted was to help Ran with her bio project how did I end up in the beastworld?? And why are the beastmen here so handsome?! /!\ THIS WORK INCLUDES MREG/MALE PREGNANCY OF THE MAIN MALE LEADS BY THE FEMALE LEAD!!! And it's a why choose/reverse harem ending

Daily dose of my personal yapping. The title was suggested by my keybord, I almost choked on my tea.

In a fractured, steam-choked world haunted by a forgotten war, orphaned tinkerer Jace wields a mysterious bracelet that reveals hidden flaws in machinery—a gift from parents executed for heresy. When Lira, a cunning noble from a rival kingdom, recruits him to steal 'Aetherium', a volatile energy source the Church buried centuries ago, they uncover chilling truths: the Aetherium is alive, Jace’s bloodline is key to controlling it, and the Church plans to reignite a cataclysmic war. Torn between destroying the power that could save his world or wielding it at a terrible cost, Jace must outwit zealous Inquisitors, navigate Lira’s dangerous ambitions, and confront a legacy that binds him to a sentient vault hungering for freedom. *Steampunk intrigue meets dark fantasy* in a tale of forbidden power, fragile alliances, and the ghosts of progress.

In the dust-choked ruins of Old Brass, 15-year-old scavenger Kente fights to survive, guided by a glowing third eye and a tag whispering his lost friend Zuri’s spirit. When shadowy Watchmen wielding a cursed stone, the Ashral, target him, Kente discovers his juju powers—fueled by two bickering spirits inside of him. With fierce allies at his side, he battles to protect his home from a growing darkness. But whispers of an ancient evil stir, threatening to unravel their world. Can Kente master his juju idols before the shadows consume Old Brass and the world? Dive into an epic African-inspired tale of courage, friendship, and juju in Kente: Rise of the Juju Master! I will be posting soundtracks for all of my characters. You can also check the soundtrack for my novel on YouTube: https://youtu.be/PFCzxscemhY?si=Q6MymD44Y_krlZ-J

The world has fallen, overrun by the dead. Hailey and Ronan have one goal. Survive. But in a world where danger lurks around every corner, survival isn’t just about dodging zombies. They must travel together through highways choked with the dead and cities crawling with danger. They fight to survive. Every mile is a gamble with scarce supplies, hostile survivors, and the relentless undead. In a world where trust is dead, can they make it to the other side alive? >>> "You can't kill something that's already dead, Hailey-Jade. The dead don't die anymore. It lives."