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Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

One runs from the troops of a raging Kingdom, another runs from Friends who have deformed into foes, one runs from Legacy, Ancestry and the weight of an entire Species on their back whilst the last runs from the corruption in their homeland. And all sail towards the lonely castle said thousands of years ago to have been seen in Shakur, the heart of the wintry wasteland in the North. Only by eliminating that stronghold can the freakishly united Orks be halted alongside their undead allies. Time waits for no man. But even time itself seems to stray from the lonely castle located in the North that holds together the age of Dusk. Read along as the journey unveils. Will they end with beer up their lungs or swords up their chests? Will the Age of Dusk prevail, or will Dawn rise from the horizon one last time? Only one way to find out... I swear on my third nipple that I will get this book to 100 chapters. Even if it ends up with like 21 views at the end.

Pueris, a relatively backstreet -S- Rank Villain joins the Villain Group Red 0 in a hope to accomplish something. Things end up for worse as they are cornered to battle with the New Era's Hero Association known as Beta. Blood is spread and cities levelled. Thinking it is all to end soon, Pueris looks up at the descending figure of Justice in spite. "If only I could go back." A hand pierces straight through his chest, coated in the tainted blood of Pueris. A feeling of emptiness. A blinding silver moon forms in each of Pueris' eyes. Each rotating wildly and eerily, soon a ,fluorescent silver light emerges from the ground up. It engulfs Pueris like a geiser. Voila. Pueris finds himself just about to join Red 0, a decision he made only a year back. He has returned to the past. He only has one goal now. To be the one who stands above even Justice.

Lily Aikawa thought transferring to a new school would be her chance to start fresh. But in a place ruled by strict hierarchies, cruel whispers, and an unbreakable social order, her mismatched green eyes and gentle spirit only make her a target. Then there’s Arata Takashiro: the untouchable king of the school. Cold, ruthless, and shrouded in mystery, his word is law, and crossing him comes with consequences. He’s everything she despises—yet his piercing gaze seems to follow her every move. But Arata isn’t what he seems. Behind his cruel exterior lies a dangerous secret—and a growing obsession with the girl who dares to defy him. “You think you know me?” His voice was cold, his face inches from hers. “You don’t. And you never will.” Lily held her ground, even as her chest tightened. “Maybe that’s because you’re too afraid to let anyone in.” As feelings blur and boundaries break, their lives collide in a web of lies, desire, and heartbreak. In a world where love and hate are two sides of the same coin, can they survive each other—or will they destroy everything they touch?

As she felt the knife sink into her chest, Selina calmly accepted her fate at the hands of her brother's stalker. But life had other plans for her as she transmigrated into the cannon fodder of her brother's boy love game! Hot man to her right, hot man to her left, but why do her eyes seek the fierce lady who wants nothing to do with her? And why did this wannabe romance Otome game turn into a power fantasy instead?!

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. This romantasy is set in a world a millennium after ours perished.

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

〔Congratulations, for mating with a Queen Bee you got a new achievement: ”Not a virgin”! Your reward: “Drone Consort” title.〕 ‘Hey! I wasn’t a virgin before this, system!’ Imagine that you lived a painfully average life, died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered and gave you a second chance in another world. There, you became a consort of a beautiful, big-chested queen, and your only job is to have mind-blowing sex with her so she could have thousands of your adorable daughters. In return, you can live in peace and luxury for the rest of your days. Which means, for about two months. Because I’m a bee. And my queen is also a bee. And bees don’t live for long. The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop my bee colony. A hard task in this huge world filled with dangerous and hungry beasts, other war-hungry insect tribes, and natural disasters. But I have a hundred thousand daughters, some actual brains, and with superior genes given to me by my system, we will be unstoppable! === Note: no NTR, harem, incest, or outright smut.

**"Ace has always known he was different—rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf—silent his entire life—stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything—the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body___ feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"** ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate__, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

Adam was a kid with a harsh childhood born into a poor family that struggled each day just to make ends meet. On his 11th birthday he was gifted a laptop which let him play "Theatre Of The Gods" it was his only escape from his harsh reality. As the years went by he tried his best to conquer his fate of mediocrity and became a nouveau riche playboy at a very young age. But what happened? Adam ends up being stabbed in the chest by a vengeful ex lover he doesn't even remember the name of? What else? Instead of dying he becomes a villain in his favorite game called Adam Alastair Dacre with no physical abilities and talent who dies in every possible outcome of the game's story. Adam slams his desk with rage and announces to the world: "IT HAD TO BE THIS BULLSH*T WORLD THAT'S JUST A CHESSBOARD FOR THE GODS??? WATCH ME AS I FLIP THE ENTIRE BOARD!!! ". This time Adam will go all out with all the knowledge he had from the game.

Joseph, someone whose profession was founded on escaping the reality of life while choosing the path of a gamer, just like his brother, who, through an accident, was declared brain-dead. Finally, after reaching the end of the same game that had led to the accident of his brother, he found a clue to the reason for such an accident. But it appeared as though reality was still far more real than fantasy, directly throwing him with a bullet in his head on the same day his brother was finally declared dead. In the last moment, as his world crumbled, he realized the betrayal came from someone so close to him. With nothing but emptiness, he made sure to first kill that traitor and then die regrettably. But the next moment he found himself in the same game world, with a sword piercing his chest at the hands of his fiancée—something that instead of betrayal brought confusion—as he had just dealt with the one who betrayed him in the real world but now was in the same body of the same game whose ending he had lost.

The apocalypse has arrived, unleashing monsters across the globe. Jeremy, a high school student with a past life as a mercenary, awakens to an SSS-tier ability known as "The Eye of Omniscience." This power allows him to perceive hidden cues invisible to others. [There's a silver treasure chest in the room to the left. Opening the chest with your foot guarantees a 100% chance to obtain a silver-grade item!] [There's a hidden boss in the girls' bathroom. Defeating it with a sanitary pad will surely drop a rare skill scroll!] [Slapping the job-change statue 99 times during your job change will unlock the hidden class "God Desecrator"!] While the rest of humanity is still living in fear, Jeremy has already obtained various god-level rewards thanks to his Eye of Omniscience. While others are still figuring out how to survive the apocalypse, Jeremy has already reached the pinnacle of humanity, confronting the gods themselves!

Heaven favors the strong and wealthy. Hex realized that the day he was thrown out of the cloister and into the slums. He vowed to become the baron and show what being strong meant. To forge his own destiny, Hex scavenged the mountains, braving the cold solitude with a smile. At last, one day, he gained his chance on the verge of life and death. Even then, society and Fate tried to interfere. Faced with death, his Will didn’t waver and he gritted through, forcing his Heart to awaken. The Stone Heart in his chest defied his destiny and helped him write his own. Emboldened by his Heart of Stone, he walked the path to his dreams. His dreams, however, threatened to put him in the middle of the crossfire between Powers that could destroy Earth and Sky. Hex couldn’t allow his dreams to shatter. So, he sought to destroy all those who threatened his dreams. Follow a young man on his quest to fulfill his dreams, even if it meant to destroy Heaven and Earth. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join to engage in discussions and endless talks about Fate, destiny, dreams, and whatever you desire. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3

“I, Edwina Streak-Ridge of formerly of Silverstreak Pack…” spoke Edwina. Aaron knew what was coming. “No, no, stop! You cannot.” But Edwina ignored him. “…adopted daughter of Everridge Hounds, reject you, Aaron Silvermaw, the Lycan Prince as my mate,” shouted Edwina, tears streaming down her face. A bright light escaped Edwina’s chest and she fell to her knees clenching her chest to ease the pain. Aaron stood before her completely frozen, perplexed. He couldn’t believe what Edwina just said. She was his true love. How could she reject him and why? “Why? Why? Tell me what my fault is?” begged Aaron. Edwina wiped her tears, stood up and simply walked away from him. ***** Edwina was adopted by Alpha and Luna of Everridge Hounds after her parent were killed in a rogue attack. She is not an ordinary wolf, she is the wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She gave her ‘glow’ to Edwina. Everything was fine in her life, she was the most loved, and everyone thought she would be the best Luna but she rejected Aaron and went away from her wolf life. She returned the day her Aaron was about to be engaged to another she-wolf. It broke her heart. But why did she feel bad? She already rejected Aaron. He was free to choose a chosen mate. He was free to live his life his own way.

Futuran. Sebuah universitas ternama di Indonesia. Namun, bukan ternama karena prestasi, melainkan karena mahasiswanya adalah berandalan-berandalan kelas atas. Adalah Rainer Dzulfiqar, seniman beladiri muda dari perguruan 'Naga Harimau' yang ingin mengasah kekuatannya di kampus itu dan ingin menjadi yang terkuat. Akan tetapi, seseorang berjulukan 'One Hit' membayang-bayangi Rainer. Disebut One Hit karena orang itu mampu merobohkan lawan hanya dengan sekali pukulan atau tendangan. Bagaimanakah selanjutnya? Mampukah Rainer menggapai tujuannya? Cerita ini selain menceritakan tentang ambisi Rainer yang ingin menjadi yang terkuat di Futuran, juga menceritakan petualangan Rainer sebagai seorang Kultivator. Inspirasi dan sedikit Adaptasi: Kengan Ashura, Baki Hanma, Crows Zero

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

Ding! [The Host has died!] A system message popped up in front of Nell's body after his last dying breath. Ding! [Dark Evolution has been activated to absorb the death essence of the host.] And then he opened his eyes to find himself in the past right before the battle started. 'Ah! Am I back to the past?' Ding! [Please choose a partner to start the Dark Evolution process.] [Partner Condition: Must be a living creature from the Monster category, not the Human category] [Partner Gender has to be Female.] 'Partner? A monster?' Nell's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat coming on. 'A female monster?' P.S. Cover isn't mine.

The newly rebirthed Nora does not want the love of the man she had given her life. What she wants is to reach a position where she could look down at others and take her revenge from those who had hurt her and killed her. Even in her death, they have proved that she was a fake. “I will return everything tenfold!” this time she did not run behind her hero, her sister can have him. She would be wealthy instead. Alric Mccoy had never looked down from where he was, for him life only meant perfection. Yet, he found himself attracted to a woman who made mistakes like breathing. He took a fancy to her but she avoided him. “I am teaching you romance!” he frowned when she did not cooperate with his first kiss. “Ha, i need you to teach me how to take over your business.” her chest heaved with anger but she was sure she felt something strange there too. “Ah, that. It is very simple. Marry me, and be the owner of it.” “.........”

a bastard son of the king who craves for his birth right, a wanted assasin who enters the wrong country with a forbidden mark on her chest, forbidden romance, intense training and bag of tears, this novel is sure enough to make anyone crave for more, Lee Kwon is the illegitimate child of the king, isolated, rejected and alone, by chance he meets Eun Chen, a masked assasin who is popular for her killing spree and who is out for revenge against the royal family for killing her mother, when this two meet, they are both in a situation, in a gain and loss situation, will they preserve at the end, if you want to know, stay tuned to the royal bastard is my marionette

*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Dive into a series of creepy poems that are sure to keep you on your toes!

Sitting in class Lenna can only think about how much she wants to rip someones heart out. People have red orbs in they're chests. An unquenchable hunger folows her. She is throughed into a world full of questions and mysteries were she is one of them.

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. But brave-hearted heroes like the sixteen year old Kanito Aramishi are often met by her appraisals. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Kanito finds himself struck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man, a red magical circle was drawn on the ground which now nourished by his blood is activated and will serve as a gateway for demons to infiltrate Earth. He sees a blue portal in the sky from where a man comes down to save him. In a desperate attempt, the man takes Kanito to a totally different world. Kanito never thought the night he will bid farewell to his school will also be the night when he will have to bid farewell to his own world. The cruelty of this new world and beyond slowly starts to manifest itself in many different devastating forms Being caught in the middle of this mayhem, Kanito finds his morals dwindling. Will he be able to maintain his principles or will he give in to fate? Those will answered as the march of time continues, revealing Kanito's and eventually the World's true purpose.

Visceral jolts of electricity course through my veins, sending signals of pain up my arms and even further to the rest of my body, smoking, burning and scorching my upper chest, neck and both of my arms not even giving me a second of rest. With the cold air of the sea gliding over my still smouldering wounds, the stench of burnt flesh invades my nostrils. As my vision starts to blur, my eyes drift towards a flag flying in tangent with the waves, the colours so distinct they still stay with me to this day, a dark crimson, a jet black and frost white being sparingly used.

“THOU WILL GO BACK TO THE TIME OF THE FIRST BATTLEFIELD AGAIN AND AGAIN WITH EACH DEATH. CHANGE HIS FATE, YOU MAY. UNTIL THOU REACH THE END THY WISHES FOR.” It was as if I had been living for this moment.  I grasped the dagger tightly in my fist and shoved the blade into my chest as hard as I could.   This is the story of how I became the infinite regressor and changed the fate of the entire world. ____________________________ After being assasinated for the throne by his best friend, Banquo is granted infinite regression, where he must stop the murder of the king and prevent the tragedy of Macbeth from happening at all costs. Yet, changing this story seems impossible… A spin-off tale of Shakespeare’s Macbeth ⚠️not historically accurate to medieval scotland ⚠️old english will be used for only the first few chapters or so

He has a heart of ice but for her, he'd burn the world Alex Volkov is a devil blessed with the face of an angel and cursed with a past he can’t escape. Driven by a tragedy that has haunted him for most of his life, his ruthless pursuits for success and vengeance leave little room for matters of the heart. But when he’s forced to look after his best friend’s sister, he starts to feel something in his chest: A crack, a melt, a fire that could end his world as he knew it. Ava Chen is a free spirit trapped by nightmares of a childhood she can’t remember. But despite her broken past, she’s never stopped seeing the beauty in the world including the heart beneath the ice exterior of a man she shouldn’t want. Her brother’s best friend, her neighbor, her savior and her downfall! Theirs is a love that was never supposed to happen but when it does, it unleashes secrets that could destroy them both and everything they hold dear

Zou Yue jumped to the side, dodging an extended claw of a growling zombie. A pair of warm hands gripped his small waist from behind and pulled him over to a sturdy chest. The same pair of hands slowly groped his chest. “Brother fan w—what are you doing?!” Zou carefully looked up at him. Fan Xui smirked mysteriously at him and removed the huge shades stylishly. A clear pair of eyes met Zou’s challengingly. “since I saved you just now, why don’t you give me a kiss?” “you... you can see!!! Aren’t you blind!!!” Zou Yue glanced in shock. He pushed himself for of his body. Fan Xui laughed out loud, gently caressing Zou’s long black hair. “are you gonna leave me now?,” he continued groping his barely their chest through his girly tank top. “Fuck yeah!! Let go you poser.” he pushed him away and started shooting the zombies outside with renewed passion. Fan suddenly caught his wrist. “You bastard, what are you doing, let go of my hand. The zombies are coming!!!” “Hmm okay,” Fan Xui let go. He swiftly snapped a fluffy handcuff snugly on his wrist, tying them both together. “Now we are tied together for live and death,” “FAN. XUI!! Get this off of me!” Zou growled at him, but the young man just laughed happily. “Sigh, you are beautiful even when you are angry, dear,” Fan Xui whispered and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He gently bit those soft lips and moaned. “Delicious,” Letting go, he slowly waved his hand towards the upcoming zombies and they are reduced to ashes.

When a wife cheats on their husband and gets pregnant with another man's child, one would expect the husband to kick her out of the home and ask for a divorce. Oddly enough, it was the complete opposite for 26-year-old Leon Wolf. As if being treated like a slave by his in-laws was not bad enough, he was thrown out on the street by his wife and her family after she proudly declared to him that she got pregnant with someone else's baby! Distraught and resentful, Leon found himself wandering all the way to the cemetery, where he chanced upon the attempted assassination of a beautiful woman. In his bid to save her, Leon received a fatal stab wound on his chest and dragged the thug with him into a nearby river to drown together… All signs pointed to Leon's death, for he never surfaced again even though the distressed woman had waited for hours. Believing he had passed on to the afterlife, she left, but not before calling out to the river, "My name is Iris Young. Come and see me sometime…" A wisp of consciousness manifested underwater… 'Iris… What a beautiful name…'