Barty Crouch Sr

O novo romance "Espaço de Renascimento: O Charme dos Anos 80" foi lançado~ Como a filha mais velha do galho principal da Família Yang, a satisfação de Yang Ruxin era construir a fortuna da família e apoiar seus irmãos mais novos. Mas por que aquele cara cego e aleijado era um Espírito Tão Implacável? Quando ela cozinhava, ele vinha acender o fogo; Quando ela montava sua barraquinha, ele a seguia para vender suas mercadorias... "Olha aqui, Sr. Gu, você precisa ajudar em tudo que eu faço?" Yang Ruxin perguntou com um toque de irritação. "Sim," Sr. Gu assentiu seriamente. "Então agora eu quero..." "Esposa." Sr. Gu levantou-se às pressas de sua cadeira de rodas, "enquanto não nos separarmos, darei tudo o que você quiser."

Ethan Smith caminhou pela rua vazia, cigarro na boca, balançando a cabeça e forçando um sorriso amargo. Quem poderia imaginar que, após três anos de casamento, tudo o que restava era traição? Ele jurou fazer aquela mulher se arrepender do que havia feito e prometeu fazer todos que tinham sido bons para ele viverem uma vida boa. Sim, era Emily Taylor, a mulher que o havia ajudado a sair do abismo do desespero quando ele atingiu o ponto mais baixo de sua vida. "Emily, é hora de eu cuidar de você."

An ancient saying goes, "First is fate, second is luck, third is Feng Shui." Ye Qing, the strongest Special Forces soldier born with the Life Grid of the coiling dragon and carrying the Crouching Tiger Feng Shui, resolutely left the army to head south in order to save his only kidnapped younger brother. However, in this glittering and indulgent city, forbearance proved futile, and only the fist served as the real truth. Short of breath from heroic struggles and entangled in affairs of the heart, he ultimately could not overcome the brutal Law of Survival. And he, vowed to become the maker of that Law of Survival!

O dote é dois milhões de dólares, nem um centavo a menos. Jiang Yu já tem dezoito anos e já pode se casar. Envie o dinheiro para o meu cartão, e este assunto está resolvido!" Jiang Yu olhou para sua mãe, que falava sem parar na mesa de negociações. Ela assistiu enquanto sua mãe ditava o preço enquanto vendia Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu não podia acreditar. Dezoito anos atrás, eles levaram o bebê errado para casa do hospital, e Jiang Yu, a verdadeira filha de uma família rica, acabou em um orfanato até um ano atrás. Jiang Ran, a filha falsa da família Jiang, cresceu com privilégios desde que era pequena. Com recursos superiores desde jovem, ela foi mais destacada do que Jiang Yu em todos os aspectos e se tornou o orgulho da família Jiang. Jiang Yu, que passou a maior parte do seu tempo vagando pelo mundo exterior, não era nada além de uma caipira que fazia sua mãe virar motivo de piada no círculo social. No entanto, Jiang Yu não tinha ideia do quanto sua mãe a odiava. No dia em que completou dezoito anos, sua mãe a 'vendeu' por um preço nomeado. Jiang Yu disse, "Se você quer casar sua filha com outra pessoa, deveria ser Jiang Ran. Eu sou sua verdadeira filha. Você é que trouxe Jiang Ran para casa por engano!" Sua mãe respondeu, "Cala a boca. Eu gostaria de não ter te dado à luz. Você só trouxe vergonha para mim!" Jiang Ran disse, "Irmã mais velha, tudo o que a Mamãe faz é para o seu próprio bem. Não culpe a Mamãe." Sua mãe disse, "Estou convencida de que ela não passa de uma cobradora de dívidas que veio até mim para cobrar suas dívidas! Ou você me dá dois milhões de dólares, ou se casa obedientemente!" Jiang Yu foi embora de casa em desespero. Por uma combinação estranha de fatores, ela se encontrou acidentalmente casando com um Sr. CEO. A partir de então, o homem de trinta anos mimou sua esposa de dezoito anos até os céus. A garotinha disse, "Senhor, alguém intimidou sua esposa!" O homem, "Que incompetente cego é tão ousado que se atreve a intimidar você?"

"Selbst wenn dieses Universum wirklich nichts anderes ist als ein brutaler, blutiger, schattenhafter Wald, werden wir Kultivatoren alles verbrennen, was wir haben, nur um einen einzigen schwachen, flackernden Funken in der Dunkelheit zu erzeugen! "Egal, wie schwach jeder einzelne Funke ist, wie kurzlebig, wie klein... Solange die Funken ungebremst fließen, wird eines Tages einer dieser Funken Zunder entzünden, und dieser Zunder wird einige heruntergefallene Äste entzünden, und diese Äste werden jeden einzelnen Baum des Waldes in Brand setzen! "Am Ende werden selbst die kleinsten Funken den schattigen Wald in Flammen setzen und die ganze Welt erleuchten!" ------ ** Qidian International und der frühere Übersetzer, Herr Strivon, haben sich darauf geeinigt, die Kapitel aufzukaufen und sie auf unserer Website zu hosten. Wir werden die Übersetzung ab dem letzten von Herrn Strivon übersetzten Kapitel fortsetzen **

Feel the terror of becoming prey. Witness how easily we turn into predators. ––– “P-Please! Please spare me!” The man was trembling, eyes wide and full of terror, his voice barely more than a strangled whisper. Blood dripped from Luka’s hands, pooling at his feet, but none of it was his. Not a scratch marked his skin—only the crimson stains of the lives he had already taken. He crouched low, bringing himself face-to-face with the man. “I’ll make it quick.” The man sobbed harder at this statement, his hands clenching uselessly at the dirt beneath him as if begging the ground itself for mercy. Luka didn’t flinch. He didn’t waver. Mercy wasn’t part of the game. Behind him, shadows twisted unnaturally, whispering promises of power, of more blood to spill. They clung to him like old friends, feeding on his resolve, urging him forward. He didn’t need their encouragement—this was what he had become. A knight once sworn to protect. A man once burdened by weakness. But here, in this world where survival ruled and hesitation meant death, Luka was something else entirely. _____ Please do give the first chapter a read before deciding if it's worth your time or not ;)

Zhang Lu was a bored civil servant who decided to ditch his job to find a more exciting and brighter future. Hiding behind a mountainous pile of tedious paperwork he was scrolling the internet for some entertainment. Crouching down reading on the dark web, an ad made his soul come alive. He suddenly had a light in his lifeless eyes. Bold! I like it....looking for assassin trainees! Without hesitation he enthusiastically put in a fake resume. Unfortunately, his first assignment didn't go well...not at all! On his 29th birthday he was killed in an unsightly manner. The upside? Zhang Lu transmigrated into the body of a truly gifted ...but extremely shameless assassin in an ancient world

¿Por qué a todo lo que entregamos nuestra pasión y dedicación, acaba por quemarnos?¿Por que cuando llegas a tener todo lo que amas, te lo arrebatan sin piedad alguna? Un día puedes estar feliz e y intentado crear una boda maravillosa, y al otro estar sufriendo, por la desaparición de esta. El amor puede ser efímero, dos mundos muy diferentes. Serán capaz de volver a confiar, en aquello que se les arrebato con tanto dolor. Una historia que muestra como nuestros protagonistas, luchar por volver a creer en aquello que se les arrebato y confiar uno en el otro, para que no vuelva a suceder.

Edward's touch was gentle yet electrifying as he drew Seutsui closer, his lips seeking hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. As their mouths met in a fervent kiss, a rush of heat surged between them. With a tender caress, Edward's tongue traced the curve of Seutsui's lips, seeking entrance to the depths of her being. As she parted her lips in silent invitation, he delved inside, their tongues entwining with desire.  *** He crouched down to my height and sighed. " Listen here, muffin," he began, his tone gentle yet firm "I wish I could tell you, but I think it's better if we wait for Saitous. So now, be a good girl and stop worrying so much, okay?" There was no room for Argument yet his voice... I didn't feel the reliance I always felt when he talked. He gently patted my hair and walked towards his room. This is worrying me more and more... "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" A lost princess unravels her hidden truth, setting forth on a courageous journey to reclaim her birthright. "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" chronicles the tale of hushed longings echoing through the challenging path she forges. With a delicate yet determined spirit, the princess stands resolute in fighting for her and her people. Amidst the thorns, the only confidant she had and wanted yet struggled to keep was a possessive and potent man whose love was clouded by warmth just for her. Why should she struggle? Who would dare to touch her with him beside her? Who would dare to take her from him? As she grapples with her own conflicted emotions will she be able to survive two people? One in whom she finds her solace and where she planted her love and one who claims her as his yet dare to be so cruel to her. Can she navigate the treacherous path to her rights while finding warmth in the most unexpected places? Content Warning: Attention Readers: This is a work of fiction intended to transport you to another dimension of storytelling. However, it may ventures into dark romance, exploring themes such as abuse, graphic fantasies, captivity, violence, and non-consensual acts. Please be aware that these themes are depicted in a graphic manner. Characters and incidents in this book are purely products of the author's imagination and are works of fiction. While sweet romance is also present, it's imperative not to disregard this warning. If you find certain content distressing or triggering, take the necessary steps to prioritize your mental well-being. Your emotional health is paramount, and it's perfectly acceptable to opt out of reading if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for your understanding and consideration.

The forest was quiet, and everything was still. The gentle northern wind sweeping through the trees and dried leaves brought nothing but a sense of foreboding and despair as Raphael crawled into his cave and huddled against the dirt stained walls. Stifling the moan of anguish that escaped his mouth, he pressed hard on the cut below his ribs. The blood stopped flowing briefly, as he dug some sticky clay from underneath the roots of the oak tree and applied it to his injury. It stopped the blood flow instantly. He was aware of the giant slash across his back, but he was too exhausted to attend to it. 'Later' he thought to himself, leaning back as he shut his eyes. He was lucky to have escaped with his life. "They will pay for this. I will get my revenge soon enough," he muttered to himself as the owl perched on the branch of the oak tree above hooted ominously. He had become his neighbour for the past few weeks, his hooting always reminding him that he may not be the only living thing in the forest. Other days, the silence was impregnable, the eerie quiet sending chills down his spine. As he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a dull thud on the dirt outside the cave, too faint for a normal person to hear. But Raphael was no ordinary person. Crouching behind the roots of the tree, he waited patiently as the sniffing began. He made a silent prayer, to no one in particular as he saw the red eyes right outside his cave. They locked eyes with each other, and the enormous wolf bared his canines at him, before howling into the night. All around the forest, several other howls answered, as the earth began to tremble under the numerous paws thundering above it. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself.

What the hell is this place?" The words escaped Leon's lips, but the sound of his voice—high-pitched and melodic—stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, looking down, and immediately froze. What... in the actual... hell? He was no longer himself. His once lean, athletic frame had been replaced by soft curves wrapped in a tight, scandalous red dress. His hands—delicate and manicured—trembled as they hovered in front of his face. Panic surged through him as his mind raced. "This... this isn't my body!" he exclaimed, clutching at the unfamiliar contours of his figure. The sound of his own voice—now distinctly feminine—sent another jolt of shock through him. Before he could process the impossibility of the situation, a guttural growl echoed behind him. Spinning around on unfamiliar high heels, he spotted a massive black jaguar stalking toward him. Its golden eyes locked onto him with a predatory gleam. Leon didn’t have time to think. Instinct took over as he yanked off the impossible heels and sprinted barefoot into the dense jungle. The ground was rough beneath his soft, uncalloused feet, and the dress clung uncomfortably to his body, restricting his movements. "I was just in class!" he muttered between gasps, weaving through the trees. "How did I end up here? And why the hell am I a woman?" Branches scraped against his exposed skin, adding to his growing sense of vulnerability. He had always been a confident, athletic guy in the real world—a star on the soccer field, the kind of person who could handle himself in any situation. But this? This was an entirely new kind of nightmare. As he pushed forward, his balance faltered. The foreign body he inhabited didn’t move the way he was used to, and it took all his focus to avoid tripping. "What is going on?" he cried out, frustration mixing with fear. Just as the jaguar’s growl grew louder, a sudden force struck him from the side, sending him tumbling into a cluster of bushes. A sharp "Oof!" escaped his lips as he hit the ground. "Shut up!" hissed a voice, low and urgent. Leon blinked, dazed, and found himself staring up at a man crouched over him. His face was rugged yet undeniably handsome, his sharp eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Keep quiet if you want to live," the man muttered, glancing toward the direction of the jaguar’s growls. Leon’s breath hitched. Everything about this situation felt surreal—the jaguar, the jungle, the strange man, and most of all, the fact that he was no longer in his own body. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. Leon winced as his newfound feminine frame swayed unsteadily. "Who... who are you?" Leon stammered, his voice trembling. "No time for questions," the man snapped. "If you don’t want to end up as jaguar food, follow me." Leon hesitated, his mind a storm of confusion. This has to be a dream, he thought desperately. But the sharp pain in his feet and the chill of the jungle air on his bare skin told him otherwise. Reluctantly, he followed the man deeper into the jungle, his heart pounding as the growls of the jaguar faded into the distance. His mind, however, was far from calm. How did this happen? Why am I here? And most importantly... how the hell do I get back to my own body?

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide. She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages. What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason. Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest. Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages? She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home. God Help Her! ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book. "THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE" What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time? What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess. EXCERPT: What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'? Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did. She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.  Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.  "That was a bad act, my lady." The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Scary. "I will only give you three seconds to get up."  His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart? She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.  THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD! ******* Werewolf (Check) Cursed prince (Check) Transmigration (Check) Comedy (Check) Romance (Double Check) ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!

His eyes snapped open. Sounds of wildlife were all around him, and they became rowdier as he felt his consciousness returning to his body. His back was propped on something hard and uneven. Reflexively, he sat up. His eyes were immediately scanning his surroundings in a slow motion, seeing only overgrown forest in every direction. His eyebrows raised majestically as he found that he was lying down in the middle of a clearing, vine-laden trees enclosing the space. A sudden premonition struck him. Patting his clothes and pockets, then his whole body, he sighed in relief. Nothing had happened to his body. His limbs were intact, as was his head. The thing he had stored in his pockets was nowhere to be found, but he was in one piece. Considering what he had gone through, it was a miracle that none of those things had eaten him yet. Checking his vicinity one more time and finding no immediate threats, he slowly stood up, eyes vigilant against movement among the trees and their branches that entwined the sky above. The air was full of the sounds of birds. The canopy swayed restlessly over him as those small creatures hopped from one branch to another. He recalled what they were: Anothraxes. They weren’t a threat when they were alone, but once they congregated on a single hunter, they became C-level dangers. He had to stay hidden as he moved if he wanted to avoid the critters. Fortunately the ground was endorsed full with lush undergrowth, some of the plants reaching heights that could hide his body even if he only slightly bent his knees. Deciding what he needed to do, he made to dive into the conevenient natural cover for hunters, when his feet struck something that was hidden under a bush. It made a dull cluttering noise, like metal striking against ground. As he looked at his feet, he saw a familiar handle-like object. It was only one part of an item, and the rest of it was gone. He crouched low to retrieve it but felt slight resistance. Comprehending, he used his free hand to break apart the bramble while the hand holding the broken item tugged on it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

"Can you shift?" His voice was notably softer. I was grateful for it. As best as I could, I shook my head. The lingering dizziness rang through my head again. With another step forward, I let out my millionth whimper of the day. Goddess, I was like a boring yet concerning recording. From my personal experience, anytime someone with more power than you steps towards you, you should run. You should run far, far away as fast as you can. Chances were, they're going to hurt you. They're going to beat the shit out of you and that's honestly the best you should hope for. He stopped his movements, seeming to give me the time I so desperately need. He sighs. I'm probably annoying him. There was less than five feet between us now. He took another cautious step. I bit my cheek as best I could. "It's okay, little one." He took the final step towards me before crouching down. Even crouched down, I still felt so tiny in his presence; especially while I was in my wolf form. He reached his hand out towards me agonizingly slowly. I begged my fears to go away, putting my head down. Maybe if I can't see him, I won't be too scared. I could feel his hand hovering over me, a static-like feeling I'd never felt before letting me know. Finally, his hand touched my back. The static exploded into tingles. I jumped a little at first, the unknown worrying me. But. . . It feels so good. I'd never experienced this before but I never want it to stop. I relax under his touch. He picked up my small form and held me close, the tingles expanding. There was pain as he picked me up but the tingles were distracting me a good amount. "What's happened to you, little one?"

This is a story about the day in the Life of a Futanari named Anglea. She is a loner that has no Friends. Her entire life, she has been segregated due to her Herophrodite status. After years of verbal bullying, she has decided to end the meek facade. Her natural personality decided to take over. Something happens, and her plans move forward faster than she ever planned. This is for advertisement purposes. Amazon link: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B096QTS87W/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Life+of+a+dominant+Futanari&qid=1623005605&sr=8-1 Support me at Patreon.com/Madjic

Ferdinand Salazar, a distinguished Professor of Political Science at the University of the Philippines Diliman, finds himself thrust into an unimaginable scenario when a bomb blast obliterates the classroom where he was teaching, only to awaken moments later in the body of another man—Ferdinand Marcos Sr. As Salazar grapples with the shock of his new reality, he realizes the immense potential his newfound position holds. Armed with insights from the future, he sees an opportunity to reshape the course of Philippine history and elevate his country to unprecedented heights of wealth and power. But altering the course of history is no easy task, and Salazar faces formidable challenges as he navigates the treacherous political landscape of his time. He must tread carefully, leveraging his knowledge of future events to outmaneuver adversaries and implement transformative policies that will secure the prosperity and influence of the Philippines. Yet, as Salazar delves deeper into the complexities of his altered reality, he grapples with moral dilemmas and ethical quandaries. How far is he willing to go to achieve his vision of a prosperous Philippines? And can he truly reconcile his identity as Ferdinand Salazar with the persona of Ferdinand Marcos Sr.?

"What'd you do when you have multiple lives at your expense? " Entering the horror world, Thain charged toward the fiend shouting "Divine Judgement," got instakilled. Six different worlds, same determination, similar vigorous efforts, similar results, he gave up. The seventh time, closing his eyes at the looming fiend, Thain said: "Make it swift, please." Glancing around the struggling others, then looking at Thain lying wide on the floor, the female-shaped fiend crouched down and lifted his chin: "Human, you've caught my attention." "???" To honor "Firefly at middle ruler", I'm writing this to hone my grammar. If there are any similar names or events, they are only coincident, please don't try it at home~ *The art was from a friend of mine, she stopped getting online to concentrate on life, but I do hope she could see I still remember her wherever she is.

Un día normal como cualquier otro Ren Nakamura (nuestro protagonista) se encontraba sentado en un rincón de la clase mirando por la ventana sumergido en sus pensamientos,cuando de pronto luego de un fuerte estruendo el salón se iluminó de azul lo cual terminó llevándolo a el y a su clase a otro mundo....

After escaping his pit of despair, Oscar wonders if reincarnating into the world of his dreams saved him, or plunged him into newfound terrors. Forced to become strong with no endpoint in sight, he cultivates through infancy, relying on the only thing the elder gave him. The mystical Soul Becoming World Technique. With his past life’s experience and knowledge of cultivation novels, Oscar expected it to be easy. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. From demonic trials to family torment, even his early years were fraught with pain. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Cultivation Fever is a Western interpretation of the Chinese Cultivation genre, focusing heavily on realistic progression, lifelike characters, and emotional turmoil. As an avid reader of the genre, the lacklustre stories, shallow characters, and shoddy translations consistently disappointed me, so I strived to write an original high-quality interpretation with real depth. If you're a fan of gritty, realistic fantasy, you'll love this series. If you have never heard of cultivation, this book is a perfect start that eases you into the core concepts of Chinese martial fantasy. For die-hard fans, it is a fresh take on the genre with deep character development, diving into the brutal reality of cultivation. Discord: https://discord.gg/GTnev65 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cultivation-Fever-1-Ozzy-Banks-ebook/dp/B08LL6SQS9/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=cultivation+fever+volume+1&qid=1603628241&sr=8-1

People around here are largely out for themselves. Oren takes that to a new level. Robbing anyone with valuables to make ends meet and his clients happy, Oren has made depriving people of their luxuries his profession. However, Oren's life has made him many enemies and living off of favors which he wants to change and get away from it all. The nights and shadows belong to the Master Thief, but other parties and individuals have made it their home as well. And they have no problem taking lives. Author's Note: Only 7 chapters are going to be available here. If you want to continue the story, the full book is available on the Amazon Kindle store. Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1JJVSC/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1PFEAMI6OI5PC&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.Fo6S40AIaJcUrwyFNysy6Hhf2bOHLQKhQBUcWGp8Pvdj_mtSKCLafBkx00k-Pa7XmRxKQGGBju-QLs-q3mMwr9s-kPuhlgvzwQ-IBqyT77rK9vth1-R9zXVDTCyabKLqjMrUWQLmcGHjbpUF8abthwthmT7oojWjPzp0aBgwXhioN9nY83f8w-XuoBtvwPJhlvVf2-8afMj0f2utFY6NsoyyWo6lqYBYFukfFwc6WBk.dcUzKP8vA_ZBdbkyzjtJo0-KCdtGocBEWMFn6GBVC6s&dib_tag=se&keywords=prowler%27s+fancy&qid=1708660551&s=digital-text&sprefix=%2Cdigital-text%2C446&sr=1-1

«Verily, after every difficulty is ease». «I plan, You plan, We all plan but Allah's plan is the best». ~**~ "Yeah, I know. I was your wife before but now I'm my husband's wife. And if you really love me as you said, you will let me go because I've let you go a long time ago. If you really love someone, you will do anything or everything for his or her happiness even if it means you let go" I wrote and mouthed to my husband "let's go". My husband carried me out in bridal styles leaving him who was crouching on the floor crying his bleeding heart out. ~**~ No one is perfect, we make mistakes, we break, we give up, we failed and we succeed. Follow Sophia through the journey of her life with every pains, twists, cries, betrayals, loves, hardship, revenges, heartbreaks emotional rollercoasters. © Adeyemi Mariam (Um_royhan) The cover is not mine, credits to who owns it. Do review and vote Discord : https://discord.gg/qRRxHjg8TX

(warning:r18+ and strong mature content) 'Seduction is our craft; Manipulation is our craft ' Shante Jarret;a lady that was raped at the age of five by the same set of gangsters that killed her parents walked into a place to sought refuge not knowing it was an underground deadly club society. At first she was scared and thought she won't be able to make it but here she is the leader of the fraternity,they consists of mostly girls and the few men in the club are the trainers and the people bringing in new people,that is, recruiters. What's their job? They are to 'Hunt','Seduce','Manipulate','Play' and 'Take Down'. Missions are always given to the girls especially the experienced and capable ones;the particular and specific targets are the men they need to take down within 3 days. The first and deadly rule of the club is that you must not fall in love especially on the target else it's death and they also have to take the target down within 3 days otherwise you sought death. Shante's job is just to lecture the girls, brief them on the plans,give them steps and strategy on how to achieve the goal and give necessary punishments. Suddenly she received a mission from the big bosses that she must handle herself and was given a time limit of just one month;31 days. Target - Madden Banks,an introverted billionaire that has been shaking the stock market in recent times.A sadist,a cold jerk,a narrow minded person, youngest CEO ever lived. No much Intel on him and Shante was very confident that she didn't need 2 days to take him down. ************* Excerpt "Hi, I'm Te" Shante said coquettishly, licking her lips softly.Her hands were stretched forward, wanting an handshake Madden looked at her with crouched eyebrows "Te,as in Tea?" Shante felt angry immediately, scoffing inwardly but she still kept her seductive demeanor "No,as in Teeeeee..." she stretched "Shorten for Shante" she added. "Madden." He said curtly be fixing his gaze back on his little sister "I'll be going now." Tyra was about to question him but Shante beat her to it "I thought you were going to take us out?" Madden ignored her directly and rubbed his sister's head "Later sis".He winked at his sister and left "What the f..." Shante scoffed in anger,that bloody bastard, it's not his fault,not his fau... *********** Did she overestimate herself or underestimate him? Will she end up achieving her goal? Will she end up being preyed instead of being the predator? What of if she breaks the first and deadly rule? You want an answer to all these questions,then don't miss out this book, don't miss out the fun so you won't be in regret *wink*

"I didn't save you, young lady. I just spared you," As soon as he caught the USB, he let out a chuckle. "What, I just f****d up today-now you're implying to kill me? We have a deal!" "Oh, my sweet young flower...You don't even take a hint? I was just joking!" "F***. You." I shot him a glare. I couldn't take all of his jokes while my legs are completely numb from that paralyzer gun. All this s**t happened just for that stupid USB. "My, you bark more than you bite. Pretty wild for a young lady, huh?" he shook his head, seeming more amused than before. He then continued to play with his dagger skillfully between his fingers. For some reason, I could see myself as that sharp dagger. He uses me like a toy, nonetheless, he knows what I can do and use it in his advantage while I get bloodied and slowly lose my sharp edges. "Well indeed, we have a deal. You and me. Between a client...and a hitman." I saw his eyes through the glass of his gas mask squinting into a smile and cocked his gun at me like a madman he is. I do not fear someone like him, but when I saw a murder right before my eyes... --- "Awe, don't worry about the deal for now. You did great despite all this...mess we've caused," he crouched down and pulled my face close near to his. His dagger gently traces my jaw down to my throat as if he was guessing where he could end me in the future. "Just keep yourself clean..." He poked a part of my neck, being careful of not leaving a large wound. I know what he wants, that's why he kept me alive. He has what I need, which is why I joined him to get it. "...You'll be the most beauuuutiful flower in my garden. Never ever cease to please me, and I shall keep you alive for much longer," My relationship with him is like having a contract with a devil. If I go astray from this mission, my throat is for him to take. "Remember that...Green Gladiolus." --- In the city of Hana-Puellaweo, everything turned upside down ever since a sudden outbreak of an unknown disease affected its people. The deaths are drastically increasing and most of them were the young people who they hoped could change their city for the better. They only knew that LOVE has caused the spread. Due of this, they fear to feel butterflies in their stomach. How will they keep their feelings despite it being lethal? Will they choose death or find the cure? Yoona Kim, one of the WANTED vigilantes of the city, teamed up with a guy who calls himself RED X in search of a cure. Will her mission be successful and be able to help those in need? Or will these flowers take over her lung and heart before she could discover the solution? Turn the page and we shall unravel the truth. --- WARNING (R-18): The following chapters may contain violence and strong languages. Please be advised that you must be 18 and above before continuing. This novel is also a slow burn romance story. After all, Love is a complex process. --- VOLUMES 1: GLADIOLUS An unnatural disease began to spread within the city whilst the MedExpert Co. have been trying to decrease the possibility of this from killing more people. However, it is out of their control and decided to ask for the army's assistance to commence martial law. Yoona was one of these people who attempted to disobey the new rule. Will she be able to survive on her own? [More volumes to be followed...] --- NOTE: The author updates once a month or randomly.

"What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Mori?" "I told you, I want a bride. You took my bride, you bring me another one." She snickered. "You want me to become a matchmaker?" "No, sweetheart," he stood from his seat and leaned forward. Both his hands were flat on the desk as he crouched and peered down at Allie's piercing eyes. Evan stared at her green eyes darkly. They were so alive like a lovely summer forest, yet at the same time they were unnervingly cold and fearless. He didn't like her defiance. "You will take her place. You will be my bride." [WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL BILLIONAIRE LOVE STORY. THIS MAY CONTAIN DARK THEMES!]

Zaroon Khan, 26 years old, hardworking, Workaholic, Introvert, Software Engineer, Kind Hearted, CEO of his Startup. Zehra Shaikh, 23 Year's old, Studying Medicine in the final year, With pure soul, Generous & Lively Person. She is a heavy sleeper. He is insomniac. She is Foodie. He is Health conscious. She is Extrovert. He is Introvert. She is Childish. He is Mature. She is Cheerful. He is Calm. She is Short Tempered. He doesn't get angry easily. Two different personalities, Two different persons, complete opposite of each other. When these two opposite poles will meet will they attract towards each other? If yes will their attraction last for long due to different thinking and personality? This is all game of destiny when they two get married while for one it is arranged marriage we can’t say the same for the another one!what will happen when the problems of life will strike upon them! Will they be able to solve their problems together or they will pull apart? Follow the Journey of Zaroon and Dr.Zehra who will face laughter, sadness, tears, love, misunderstandings all together. Will their love will be greater than their opposite personalities and thinking? ~*~ He made a confused face but when he looked at her face which was Looking like she was hardly controlling her laughter. "You made me a fool?" He asked still confused,on reply she laughed out loud on him. "I am sorry,but your expressions were worth it!" She said removing a small drop of tear from corner of her eyes due to her laughter. He smiled looking at her who was laughing without a care in the world. But he soon came out of his world, his eyes twinkle as mischievous ideas came into his mind. He came in front of her where she was standing and slowly raised his hand, he brushed her hair strands which were on her face, and kept them behind her ear while doing every movement very slowly. Zehra closed her eyes on the feel of his touch. Her skin started to tingle where his fingers touched her cheeks till behind her ears. "Zehra" he said in whisper on which she opened her eyes only to met with Black charcoal orbs which were staring at her intently. "Hmm" she hummed lost in the intensity of his orbs. "Even I couldn't find it!" He said still in whisper,she got confused as in what he couldn't find. ~*~ "Shut up, just shut the hell up." He yelled at her bringing more tears in her eyes and he started pacing around the room. "Listen... Listen to me" She spoke in a whisper making him more furious. His eyes have become red and his body started shaking due to the anger boiling inside him. "If you want to explain your filthy sentence which you just spoke then it would be better if you would not speak at all" He again said in the same voice making her cower back in fear seeing his state, hearing his loud voice his mother rushed to their bedroom. She was shocked to see her crouched on the floor. "What happened? Why are you Yelling Zaroon?" Aabiya shouted at her son and took her daughter in her motherly embrace who was already a crying mess. "Ask your daughter, she has gone mad" Zaroon again spoke, anger lacing his voice making Zehra fear him. "Lower your volume, Zaroon" Aabiya spoke sharply to her son who doesn’t seem to have any kind of effect on her words as he was still pacing around the room while pulling his hair strands. "Handle your daughter, I am going" ~*~

Crossing into World War II-era Germany, yet only a lowly lieutenant paratrooper with no background, no connections. Am I to drift along with history, enduring setbacks in Britain, getting battered in Crete, freezing in Russia, crouching in Normandy to dodge bombs? No, my ambition still burns bright; why fear leaving a legacy of scorn behind? From military greenhorn to war veteran, Logan underwent a transformation in a few short months that defies imagination. From the astonishing events at Dunkirk to the globally watched Battle of Britain, the roaring Barbarossa in Russia, what's the next target? Logan says: "In...

After Cheng Qing’s unexpected demise, she found herself transported into the pages of a novel she had once immersed herself in. In this literary world, a captivating supporting actress named Luo Xi held the spotlight with her arrogant charm and ethereal beauty, winning the hearts of countless fans. Yet, despite her outward appeal, Luo Xi’s fate turned dark due to her often strained relationships with heroines in various shows. Filled with compassion for the character, Cheng Qing entered a variety show, determined to alter Luo Xi’s destiny and shield her from the heroine’s antagonism. The plan succeeded, but to Cheng Qing’s surprise, it led to a new dynamic between them. “Qingqing, can you cook?” “Qingqing, can you do laundry?” “Qingqing, can you drive?” It seemed Cheng Qing was willing to go to any lengths for her. Later that day, a now softened Luo Xi would crouch in front of Cheng Qing and smile, saying, “You are so nice, you can do anything.” With a modest shake of her head, Cheng Qing confessed, “I actually don’t know anything.” Peering at her with wide-eyed curiosity, Luo Xi’s interest encouraged Cheng Qing to add somewhat helplessly, “But I learn for you.”

"Señor Cary, no entiendo..." Su mano acarició el lado de mi cara mientras me miraba, "¿qué hay que entender?" "Usted es el mejor amigo de mi padre..." ****** Della acababa de cumplir veinte años cuando su mundo comenzó a desmoronarse lentamente. Su novio de toda la vida no era el hombre que ella creía y su padre estaba constantemente ausente, dejándola sola para defenderse por sí misma. Mientras todos los demás disfrutaban de sus vidas amorosas, ella esperaba nunca encontrar la suya. Eso es hasta que el mejor amigo de su padre, el señor Cary, demuestra ser el amante cariñoso, dulce e increíblemente sexy que siempre había querido. El único problema es que tiene el doble de su edad y con la sociedad desaprobando tales cosas, ella tiene que decidir si vale la pena. ¿Continuará amando al señor Cary de la manera que desea? ¿O sucumbirá a las vistas de la sociedad y correrá a las colinas para salvar su propia imagen? «Enamorándome del Sr. Cary» es una creación de Scarlett Rossi, una autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- "God as my witness, at first, I just wanted to build an invincible team," Henry lamented in this world where online gaming and reality merge. After awakening his hidden class, the "supreme support," his team started to become strangely different. Anna Daisy, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, was determined to find him more wives. Emily, a young lady from a mysterious family, turned into a voyeur, spending her days crouched in the corner of his bedroom. The adorable young girl clung to his neck and wouldn't budge. A female general from an expeditionary world was doing everything possible to get herself into his bed. This world was getting stranger and stranger, with more and more mysterious women pleading to join Henry's team. Twenty years later, Henry, looking at the children in the arms of these women, felt somewhat bewildered. "God as my witness, I really did just want to build an invincible team at first..." ---------------------- WPC DEC Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

waking up to changes she never expected....Leslie thought it was just her features but hey......life can be unexpectedly annoying!!, she's hearing voices in her head,she's being hunted down by creatures that only existed in lores 'demons' for a being who claimed to be an archangel that merged with her soul...HOW THE HECK DID HE DO THAT??, her once peaceful life has turned to a roller coaster ride...and the sudden arrival of the mysterious owner of the company she worked in spelled drama. he was hot, every woman's dream...literal dream cause there's no way someone like him should exist and the fact he wasn't human, a fallen banished from the heavenly realm for a crime and subjected to eternity on earth, suddenly takes interest in her, now she has to survive the threat to her life with the help of a fallen who should have a huge grudge against heaven, try to hone the overwhelming powers of the archangel for her defense until there's a way to free him without being captured and dead. but why would demons want the archangel?, could she really get out of this alive?, would she ever get back the peaceful life she wanted with her mom the only family she had left?, and why would the fallen suddenly have interest in her?...is there something he's not telling about his past?, and why does she smell doom??. ------------------------------‐-------------------------------- "I let you go and you get captured, I should lock you up in my room" Adrian said, a frown visible on his face as he looked at Leslie tied at the corner. turning to her captors, he eyes glowing with anger, death written all over it "I warned you, and yet you dared cross me" the demons laid on the floor, Adrian had cut their limbs but still left them alive bleeding uncontrollably, crouching to their position "this is my final warning" he said their heads exploding, he stood up turning to Leslie Leslie watched the entire scene unfold infront of her, she thought he was an angel, why did he seem more like a demon to her. seeing him walk towards her, she moved back scared to even look at his blood stained face. Adrian crouched in front of her, his eyes softened but they were still as cold and the anger still lingered, he hated the look she gave him "you're still scared of me, I won't dare hurt you but I will torture and destroy anyone who tries to, be it angels or demons. heaven or hell" he said untying and picking her up. ****** this is my first novel ^ ^ please support, I love writing and I'm trying my best, the first few chapters may not be perfect, but I hope you enjoy it ; )