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Jin a high school sophomore, died in a an accident only to find himself being Reincarnated inside Fantasy Game he wanted to play. But there's is a catch, he was not reborn as a Hero but instead a Villain. Worse yet, Jin doesn't known the full story of the Game. He only memorize a certain part of it from his friend's mouth and he doesn't know his own fate. How he became a Villain? Or how he would meet his end? Will he lay low, avoiding any event and disaster, then live comfortable life? Or defy his own destiny and carve his own path to survival? In a World where choices determine everything, what would he had to do to survive? [World Quest Opened]

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

The world ended—twice. Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains. In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall. “You do not belong,” the void whispers. Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.” And then, he raises his blade. Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

The trigger that set everything up, was when Rick didn't mind his business and opened the crate he was to just transport, and go to get paid as usual. But no, he head to open and discover a sedated, bounded, and smelly girl- Nancy, who was about to be travelled as a premium maid to a guy who would have taken care of her- if he didn't then it was his choice, she would have been his. See, it would have been over if Rick just closed the crate back, and move on. But someone developed a hero syndrome, and now Nancy is running wild with a fully loaded mouth which leads to a series of events that definitely swallows Rick and his friends and partners, especially as Rick now has a gun pointed to his head, and he has to explain what in his supposedly right senses did he accomplish We... I hope you enjoy the series. If you didn't end up liking the story. Thanks for reading and David wishes to know how he could improve the story. And your opinion might break his low self-esteem, but we will cheer him up back and he will write better.

Mukouda was just an ordinary guy, enjoying his peaceful life filled with online shopping and good food… until he got randomly summoned to another world! But instead of being a hero with legendary powers, he only got one weird skill—Online Supermarket?! Just when he thought his adventure was going to be a disaster, he accidentally feeds a mythical beast, Kaelgyr—a massive, lightning-coated storm wolf with an unstoppable appetite! To everyone’s shock, this fearsome creature decides to become Mukouda’s companion, all because of his delicious cooking. Now, with a gluttonous beast at his side, Mukouda’s journey turns into a culinary adventure filled with powerful monsters, greedy nobles, and mouth-watering meals! Can Mukouda survive in this world by cooking his way to power? Or will Kaelgyr eat him out of house and home first?! A fun and heartwarming isekai adventure where food is stronger than magic!

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened. A stunning face appeared in front of him. Leng Biyue! As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline! Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face. His eyes opened! "The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!"

"Spoken Yet Unspoken Words" captures the heart of what so often goes unsaid. The feelings, the longings, and the moments left unspoken between those who matter most. It's about the silence that speaks louder than any words ever could, the kind that settles in the spaces between two people who share something deep, but aren't always able to express it. In this story, you'll meet characters who hold onto emotions they can't quite voice. Their hearts are full, but their mouths stay shut, trapped by the weight of their own fears, insecurities, and the vulnerability of being in situations they cannot really help. It's the quiet pain of wanting to say something, but never finding the right moment or the right words, to make it real. The love, the regret, the unspoken apologies, they all live in these unsaid words, and they hurt in ways that are impossible to explain. There is a tension in the silence, a pull between what they feel and what they can say. But sometimes, the most intense emotions are those we can't express aloud. There's a tenderness in those moments of stillness, when two people understand each other without needing to speak. It's as if the space between them is full of everything they wish they could say, but don't. This story explores the complexity of human connection, the way we communicate through gestures, glances, and the quiet moments where we say so much without opening our mouths. It's about love that is held back by fear, friendships strained by things left unsaid, and the raw, vulnerable part of being human. Because sometimes, the hardest thing is to admit what we truly feel, even when the whole world seems to be asking for it. If you've ever held your tongue when you wanted to speak, if you've ever let words slip through your fingers without saying them to the person who needed to hear them, this story is for you. It's about the emotions that are too big for words, the love that stays even when it isn't spoken aloud.

Being a royal was demanding and yet being the Royal future king was far more demanding than his people imagined. The tenuous training, immensely growing power and rigorous studies hardly left any time for Eric to be a child. His abilities manifested when he was four years old making it impossible for him to normally relate with others. Eric knew she was going be a problem for him or even more than a problem. He didn't want to hurt her yet she was more than willing to hit him in physical and magical combat so he obliged her. A green eyed beauty who will take on boys older than herself as long as she can be on the Royal Guard turns the Creator's plans to motion. She has been shunned, undermined and neglected yet her spirit is blazing. Her gift is rare and feared yet she's unafraid and proud. Lighters were often unable to control their gifts, known for hurting those around them when they exploded with emotion. Most lighters blocked their gift and retained use of their defensive gift. Years later... Reina used both her gifts to make it to the Guard and being female in a male dominated guard meant she fought harder and dirty to keep up. To make things worse the future king was her training partner. He was beyond powerful and she wasn't sure she wanted to burn his gorgeous body... ******EXCERPT****** Her scent had changed into something intoxicating, addictive, threatening to everything I treasured. Reina was my partner, best friend and yet I wanted more. "I'm not yours Eric…" she whispered as I inhaled her scent and kissed her neck. "You don't believe that," I murmured as I brought my lips closer to her mouth she was glowing, trembling as I grabbed her pony tail and let it loose. she gasped at my audacity giving me the chance I needed. I claimed her mouth pushing her against the wall. Arms tightened around my back as I deepened the kiss. I placed a hand on her bare waist and a blast of heat consumed me. she moaned deep in her throat as I brought her hips closer to mine. You're mine Reina, only mine. I drawled against her neck.

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

………………………… All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work just leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… A woman suddenly woke up in a dazed state with confused eyes. “Don’t I die in the dungeon world?” (Will be another novel) “This is my room when I am at the end of high school.” She took out her phone to check the date 23/12/25. It is around 10 PM then the beta dungeon would appear at 00:00 AM in 2 hours on 24/12/25. Unfortunately it is my birthday and I turn 18. At that time all the people between the ages of 18 to 48 would wake up from their sleep or see a monster like mouth opening beside them with a staircase inside. They are attracted to enter this monster mouth and walk down the stair case entering the first floor of the dungeon. …………………………… There are 100 levels in this beta dungeon and one can only cross 1 floor in a day. The monster mouth would appear 00:00 AM at every night and there is no attraction from the second day. If they decided not to enter then they would stop entering directly with monster mouth never appearing again from the next day. The time spent in the dungeon world is only an instant and the time never moves from 00:00 AM no matter how much time you spent in the dungeon world. The death in the dungeon world is real death and the pain is more real. Anything obtained in the dungeon world cannot be brought out except for the skills or abilities that are obtained. Also they cannot be used to cause damage to the world, unless they want to be erased. The time limit for this dungeon is only 100 days. After that the real problem appeared. The world population irrespective of age was transferred to the dungeon world divided into villages throughout that world as refugees. Mohini immediately asked. “Then why are you taking this slow approach instead of letting me directly show off everything and let him fuck me directly?” The system said. “Host, the amount of lust and desire energy generated when wearing revealing clothes is many times higher than the lust and desire energy generated when showing off the naked body.” ………………………………… The midnight dungeon is the only thing I am writing here which is a 100 day on. Based on the results I will write the dungeon world story as continuation. If it did not get response then I will stop with this. ……………………………………

[Traditional Supernatural + Unconventional Trading + Tales of Evil Objects] This is a peculiar pawnshop that specializes in acquiring objects of special value with dark and malevolent origins! Coins from the mouths of the dead, executioner's blades, grave mushrooms, flesh-reishi, Kunlun fetuses......evil objects can harm as well as help! With the touch of the pawnshop's hands, evil can be transformed into treasure! Promotion and wealth, disaster relief, even defying fate and changing destiny! Things are not inherently good or bad; it is only human desire that is never satisfied...... On certain late nights, this pawnshop is frequented by many strange and eerie customers......

Clumsy, fashion challenged, witty with a smart mouth. Ina Davis is hardly the kind of woman he thought he would ever fall for. Yet, he finds himself unable to push her away. After securing a scholarship to her dream university, Ina thinks her life is finally taking a turn for the better. Graduate, secure her place in the cooperate world, and live without poverty or worry. Ina did not have plans of getting distracted from her goal. However, unexpectedly, she falls for the man her best friend is madly in love with, plunging her into a complicated love triangle. As secrets from the past come to light, love and broken friendships become the least of her worries. Ina finds herself entangled in a web of lies, greed, and deceit, putting all she has ever known and worked for, in jeopardy.

She is one thing I will call divine,is that the right word or should is say she was only meant for me and me alone. The first day I set my eye on her at that club I was really captivated,she is naive, looking innocent and I want to have her all to my self. Her voice was like heavens and it send shiver down to my spine,I wanted her,I wanted to keep her all t my self,Pearl that name was lovely it came out of my mouth like a hot flow. The sound of my name in her mouth turns me on like a fucking pervert, God know it I will do anything to have her all to my self but no everything look easy as it seem cause it all turned upside down when she became my step sister. I was happy but not fully cause this way I can't have her but nothing is going to stop me from having this pretty little kitten. Even if it is having an affair with my step sister secretly I will have her either ways,if that all it takes.

His gaze was intense and piercing, it was as if he could see through her. As he neared Nicholina felt her heart skip a beat,every step he took towards her had a strange effect on her, which she couldn't decipher. His intense gaze, swept over her seeing through the thin fabric that showed off all her curves. swallowing hard, Rheaphel's hand moved involuntarily to explore every part of her curves. The closer his hand got, Nicho felt the air live her lungs. It was as if the air was caught up by a magical force. Every movement of his hands on her pale skin caused a strange and unyielding need in her that terrified yet triggered an excitement in her. suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her mouth. Nicholina was glad when a knock interrupted

“Um… Mister… why did you suddenly kiss me?” Jihoon looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. Ryul raised a brow. “What? You didn’t like it?” Jihoon opened his mouth to answer but found himself at a loss for words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After losing his parents in a tragic fire, Jihoon was left to care for his younger brother while juggling university and part-time jobs. When he moved into a new apartment, hoping for a fresh start, he met his reclusive neighbor, Ryul. He was a mysterious man who avoided interaction and had scars covering half of his face, making him appear even more intimidating. They never quite got along, yet whenever Jihoon found himself in trouble, Ryul was always there to help. Just when Jihoon started to wonder if there was more to him than his rough exterior, Ryul’s persistent ex-lover returned, unwilling to let go. To put an end to the harassment, Jihoon impulsively claimed that he and Ryul were dating. What began as a simple lie soon entangled them in a relationship neither had expected, one that might change their lives forever.

He was summoned by 3 milfs and 2 gilfs, only to realize he wasn't a typical hero with powerful skills. He was a hero with "gifted semen" which can boost battle power or grant random skills. Since then, there has been a long queue of women outside his inn to receive his "blessing". Mature woman from east, powerful women from west, nuns from south and naughty milfs from south, they all chant his name from their slutty mouth. In bed, of course, Lol.

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025

The Crown Prince, Chi Sian, is a drama queen, and he is very smooth in acting. Miss Pan Er, Pan Yueqing is a little liar, and lies come out of her mouth. In a love competition of internal struggles and external political affairs, who originally took whom seriously lost the game, and the two of them faked their true feelings. When choosing a concubine, Qi Sian reluctantly: "Your name is not good, the moon is the heavenly immortal, and the court minister is the court. It's strange that you're not up or down. " On the wedding night, excitedly touching Pan Yueqing's little hand: "Qingqing's name is really good, and it sounds so nice to pronounce." Pan Yueqing's face was expressionless: "... Your Highness, you're really a drama queen."

Looking at the hollow building with windows wide open-broken, looking like wide eyes Staring at the destruction. He was weak all over as he fought the dizziness, he wanted to stay alive he truly did but the weight of what has occurred few minutes back seems to wear down up on his soul. looking at himself with blood pumping out from his chest where the iron rod has penetrated him looking down to his legs twisted as if ensuring he wouldn't try to walk again. He looked at the pink colored sky with a single word leaving his mouth. " Why". Before slipping to unconsciousness his life and death unknown

Evan Draycott had big dreams of becoming a legendary summoner. He imagined summoning a dragon, a phoenix, or at least a wolf with a cool scar. Instead, he got… Skully. A knee-high, lopsided, talking skeleton with a knack for mischief and an ego bigger than his tiny frame. At first, Evan thought his summoning ritual was a disaster. But Skully isn’t just any skeleton—he’s a cunning, resourceful, and oddly overpowered little guy with a mysterious past. Together, this unlikely duo embarks on a journey filled with humor, chaos, and unexpected triumphs. From sneaking into forbidden libraries to outsmarting arrogant summoners, Evan and Skully prove that even the smallest summon can cast the longest shadow. But as their adventures grow more dangerous, Evan begins to wonder: What exactly *is* Skully, and why does he seem to know so much about ancient magic? Join Evan and Skully in this hilarious and heartwarming tale of friendship, strategy, and bone-chilling antics. After all, greatness doesn’t always come in the biggest package—sometimes, it’s just a tiny skeleton with a big mouth and an even bigger plan.

It pays to look like the undead, when the paranoid emperor holds all first born nobles hostage in the Royal Academy. Particularly when the promiscuous crown prince treats the place as his own personal harem. That's why the infamous royal recluse, Lord Patric Siccus, doesn't mind that he looks like a dehydrated goblin, or that his eyes bulge out when he's too excited, and how his mouth fills up the rest of his face when he tries to smile. He went there for the library, after all. ___________________ !!! DISCLAIMER !!! This novel is a work of fiction. Any similarity to events, people, objects or places both real or fiction, are merely the product of an overactive imagination, unless specified. Copyright 2024 Gem Vecino All rights reserved No part of this online publication or any of its contents may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted in any way, form, or kind without the prior written consent of the author, Gem Vecino - aka - Alex Rosas - aka - Psynoid Al.

" love like fire , burn everything it desire" A women looking like she was in her early twenties humming the lines , she would have been a stunning and gorgeous lady if not her ghostly skin color and blood on her mouth and the man who kneeling in front her while crying . At 28, Cherry Crystal inherits her father Ethan's Moore successful company, but soon uncovers the painful truth about her parents' troubled marriage. As she reflects on her father's devotion to her late mother, Anaya crystal, Cherry finds a diary that reveals the shocking secrets of their relationship. Anaya, who loved Ethan deeply, was never truly loved in return, and Cherry's own existence was the result of a broken and complicated past. As Cherry confronts her father with these revelations, she is forced to come to terms with the painful legacy of a love that burned bright but left destruction in its wake. The cherry blossoms, ever present, stand as a symbol of both beauty and loss in this poignant tale of regret, sacrifice, and unfulfilled love.

Do journals even need a description? Probably not. But if you’re reading this, you’re already curious. This isn’t some grand memoir or life-changing manifesto—it’s just a normal journal written in a way that won’t bore me to death when I look back at it. A collection of thoughts, regrets, and "what ifs" from a guy who spent too much time wondering if he should have just kept his mouth shut. What if I never volunteered? What if I studied harder? What if I made different choices in love, in school, in life? Would I be happier? Would I still be me? This is a journal about looking back, questioning everything, and—hopefully—figuring out how to move forward.

After overhearing my fiancé's sweet-talking to his lover over the phone, I had him kicked out of my flat within the same hour. Even though I didn't have any plans after, I hadn't expected to find myself in front of an altar before a foul-mouthed red-eye hunk of a man. Elodie de Montmorency was what he called me, and Elodie had been a hot-headed villainess that was murdered by her husband, the garbage male lead, due to her raging obsession with the Grand Priest of Lux. I'm inside an R18 dark romance novel I read. The vows had already been read and even if I keep refusing to put on the wedding ring, my death flag was already in place. Did I get rid of one trash to find another?

The young master of the Huo Family was well-known in the Rong City. Having been brought up in a military, political, and business family, he was decisive in dealing with businesses, yet sexually continent as it was said. Nevertheless, he happened to fall in love with an illegitimate daughter. The disgraceful illegitimate daughter had been detested by her whole family, but suddenly won the love of the young master of the Huo Family. Since then, he turned into a “slave” of his wife and pampered her. Mrs. Huo: “They say I am an illegitimate daughter, and totally out of your league.” Master Huo: “Who has such a big mouth! I’m gonna sew it up!” Mrs. Huo started circling on his chest with a finger, “They also say you’ll get tired of me sooner or later.” Master Huo held his wife into his arms, proving his love to her with practical actions, “Nonsense! My wife’s body is soft and easy to be pushed down to bed, how come I will get tired of you!?” Mrs. Huo: “Pervert!”

This is a historic based novel, it plainly talks about our heroine life as she grew up in a Cinderella environment but she is sharp mouthed, insulting, smart, rebellious and uneducated despite all she has been through. Due to the new king who has managed to overthrown and claimed many nations he asked for a wife from her family and due to the rumors of him being wicked clood blooded and calculative her family sent her to marry him instead of her younger step sister but still yet our heroine refuses to submit to the king.

Hollow Crown of the Dying Star The night Ren's mother died, the sky cracked open. No one else saw it—just him. A fracture in the stars, spreading like shattered glass. And from that abyss, something looked back. Then it spoke. "Do you want to live?" Now, Ren is no longer human. His reflection moves on its own. His eyes are black voids, writhing with unseen horrors. And the world around him is wrong—people stand frozen in the streets, their hollow smiles stretching too wide, whispering things that don’t belong in human mouths. They are watching him. Hunting him. And the worst part? A voice in his head keeps whispering that he belongs with them. As Ren searches for answers, he’s forced into a brutal battle for survival against creatures that were once human—and something far worse lurking beyond the cracks in the sky. But the more he fights, the more he changes. Is he still himself? Or is he becoming the very thing he fears? ---

"Ria if I get harder than I am now I will explode right here and now." He whispered in my ear. "Lord help me! How I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours so much more than I want to climb the pulpit." I moaned out. His words drove me to another orgasm. She was innocent, young, pure, good until she met him. He was her priest until he became her lover. He destroyed her Innocence yet she loved him for it. Love, hate, desire, rage they were just a few of the things she felt for him. He knew just how to make her bend and beg and when he touched her, "El ansia."