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Don T Mine At Night

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 33.8K Views

don't read this lll

You find yourself before a shrouded figure standing behind a table. On the table are manypotions, choose as many as you want or none. The choice is yours. In addition pick additionalCYOAs or none to add on to this if you want some adventure.Each one infuses you with a variety of effects which cannot be taken from you unless youwillingly allow it.Note: exact effects in different ones such as perfect memory, intelligence, etc. do not stack.[fanwanking helps] Optional FeaturesEssence META is designed with the assumption that there is one player that is the ‘self insert.’There are of course other ways of playing but if you just want a few more options orsuggestions. Feel free to do your own thing if none of these appeal to you. Not like I can stopyou.OC Doughnut SteelYou are not the star of the show, it is in fact some other poor schmuck or perhaps someone whodances to your tune. You are free to design this new person however you like with whateverhistory, background, occupation and whatever else as long as they are not significantlysupernatural. You may use another CYOA before Essences are applied to facilitate thisprocess.ITS YA BOI NARUTOIt is not your self insert or an OC but an existing fictional character that receives their essenceseither by those you selected or them being presented the options as if they were playing theCYOA itself.Mexican StandoffEither as a Self Insert or OC Doughnut Steel option but you are not the only entity withEssences. There are in fact multiple Essence holders with a variable level of strength. Thestrongest Essences are barred from use from anyone as the cosmic energies would probablyreduce existence back to null, that wouldn’t be fun for anyone.Oh God Its Another OneYou have friends! You and at least one more person have access to the Essence
_LOOSER_ · 1.1K Views

Don't Mess With Boss

Don't Mess with the Boss In a vibrant, fast-paced city brimming with skyscrapers, neon lights, and secrets, Sarah thought she had her life under control. A carefree, no-nonsense woman from Earth, she lived by her own rules—until the mysterious "System" showed up and turned everything upside down. Wiping her memories and rewriting her past, the System threw Sarah into a mission she never asked for: prevent villains from rising by interfering in their lives before it’s too late. Now, Sarah’s a "boss" with an unconventional job—adopting and mentoring people who teeter on the edge of heroism or villainy. First on her chaotic to-do list? A pair of polar opposites: Leon, a headstrong boy destined to be a hero, and Eren, a brooding genius whose path to villainy seems inevitable. Juggling her day job, parental duties, and cryptic tasks from the System, Sarah is forced to navigate a modern world of high-stakes drama, complex emotions, and moral gray areas. But as Sarah dives deeper, cracks in the System’s story begin to show. What is the System really after? Why does it seem so intent on keeping Sarah in the dark? And most importantly, is she just a pawn in a larger game? With her sharp tongue, fierce independence, and a knack for turning chaos into opportunity, Sarah’s determined to take charge—of her tasks, her newfound "family," and even the System itself. Because one thing is clear: no one messes with the boss. Don't Mess with the Boss is a modern, action-packed story full of humor, heart, and a fresh take on the battle between good and evil. It's about finding redemption, challenging fate, and learning that even villains deserve a second chance.
Dreams_899000 · 2.6K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 16.1K Views

Marked By The Don

"You don't deserve to be auctioned" The Don finally said, making me stop the struggle. "Thank you" I said as I cleaned my watery eyes, happy that he finally listened to my subtle pleas. "Get her ready for the ritual!" The Don ordered the big man who was currently still holding me. **** "Once marked by the Don, you do not own your life anymore as you solely become his" ~ Author. ******* The minute he set his eyes on her, he knew he had to make her suffer for the sins of her sister and so he MARKED HER. Jadelyn was being used as a collateral for her father's unpaid debt, landing her in the hands of the most ruthless young don - Romano Callamore. All Romano knew was that she had to pay for the sins of her wicked sister -his ex secret lover and that he did. Just when their love was about to blossom after so many tribulations; Jadelyn's sister reappears back with a child who looked exactly like Romano Callamore. Confusion sets in as Jadelyn doesn't know how to feel considering the fact that she was pregnant and also in love with with her sister's First Love. Jadelyn was torn between letting her beloved manipulative sister have a happy life without her- Jadelyn in the picture, AND fighting for what she wants What do you think her decision will be? Family Loyalty or Love? Join me as we uncover unending secrets and unexpected plot twists. °•° # WARNING. This story contains mature and explicit content. ©This work is a product of authors imagination, ranging from the names, plot, events and whatnot. Thank you as you read!
Cherie_Akwu · 131.3K Views

Don’t Call Me Director

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?
Rotewad · 1.5K Views

Don't mess with the puppy!

Gyeon Heeseong foi abandonado pelos pais quando criança e criado em um antro de jogos de azar. Ele não hesita em assumir tarefas difíceis para o bem do irmão mais velho que o aceitou no grupo, mas quando é transformado em um filhote de cachorro devido a um ferimento causado por um ataque, ele é recolhido por Yoon Chi-young. "O que há com esse filhote de cachorro desalinhado?" "Solte-me... seu desgraçado! De repente, Gyeon Heeseong se torna o filhote de Yoon Chi-young, conhecido como o lobo devorador de homens. "Os feromônios são quase indetectáveis. É apenas um filhote de cachorro." 'Quack'. No entanto, até mesmo o médico julga Heeseong como um mero filhote de cachorro, então Heeseong decide enganar Yoon Chi-young fingindo ser um filhote de cachorro e depois fugir. Mas Yoon Chi-young é um lunático que nunca deixa o filhote sair de seus braços. "Eu até lhe dei um petisco... Você não pode me dar apenas um beijo?" 'Suspiro...' Embora Heeseong receba afeto e carinho de Yoon Chi-young, a quem ele teme, a convivência entre eles é precária. "Filhote de cachorro... Acho que não vou comer você." 'Você, você é louco'. A história da convivência entre um filhote de cachorro que só quer fugir do lobo devorador de homens e o lobo devorador de homens que perdeu seu coração por causa desse filhote. Um gosto rápido "Me desculpe, ok? Por favor, me perdoe desta vez." "......" "Nunca mais sairei de seu lado. Eu prometo." Não tente se fazer de engraçadinho! Se ele o tivesse deixado sozinho, ele teria se acalmado por conta própria. Mas ao ser persuadido com um rosto bonito, o filhote ficou totalmente enfurecido. Heeseong atacou a mão de Yoon Chi-young assim que a viu e latiu ferozmente. Uuuu! Uuuu! "O que é isso? Você gosta tanto de mim? Quer ir para casa rapidamente?" Yoon Chi-young, acariciando o filhote, perguntou a Ji Yeong-bae, um subordinado da tribo canina. Apesar de ser constantemente mordido pelo filhote, ele sempre pensava de forma romântica. E Ji Yeong-bae sempre respondia honestamente. "Sim, senhor... Ele está dizendo: 'Seu bastardo'." "Tão bonitinho.... Ok, vamos para casa e ficaremos sozinhos juntos." Linguagem: Coreana Autor: 마린코드 Ano: 2022 Status: completo Site original: RidiBooks Tradução feita de fã pra fã Apoie o autor original comprando os livros nas plataformas oficiais!
Lariih_Vergolino · 2.3K Views
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