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The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Pull the trigger, bunny. I want to see how you can live without a heart," Nikolai's smirk widened with every passing second, his hazel eyes darkening like the night. "If I pull this trigger, I’ll kill you, Nikolai!" she spat, her hands trembling. But Nikolai only chuckled, stepping closer. "Have you ever kissed your enemy, Cassandra? Or fucked them so well you forget the rival we face?" His cold breath brushed her skin, making her heart skip a beat. *** In the ruthless world of mafia power struggles, Cassandra and Nikolai’s forbidden connection defies all rules. Each encounter draws them deeper into a web of sin and secrets, where loyalty to their families demands bloodshed, but their hearts crave surrender. With every clandestine meeting, the stakes rise and the risks multiply. they must navigate a treacherous path where love could be their ultimate downfall, or their only salvation. In a realm ruled by cruelty and vengeance, can they defy fate and survive the wrath of those who seek to tear them apart? WARNINGS: Contains Abusive Relationships, Abusive Words, Drugs, and Violence, BDSM.

Zhao feng,an eighteen years old student from earth transmigrated into the body of a lazy young master of red moon continent,a cultivation realm ,where the strong dominate and the weak gets trampled upon, upon arriving,he got the 'Fury System' after his cute vixen sister got angry at him. Zhao feng initially wanted to enjoy a prodigal and carefree life after knowing how powerful his father was, until he had a taste of strength that the system gave him,he only had to make people angry to get fury points and raise his realm indefinitely. Since then, Zhao feng has made his life goals 'To make people furious " He encountered great difficulties and tribulations on his journey to immortality,alongside his shameless minions, since he never targets those weaker than him, it's always those whose strength is far above his, those that can kill him in a wave of their hands, but as fate will have it,they overcome all disasters. Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." "Fury +5000" Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. May I ask you to follow Zhao feng in his journey of standing against the heavens,crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of bloods to get to his destination. Deities and immortal beings became his stepping stone to the greater DAO . Oh,he didn't forget one important thing..... making his enemies puke blood in Fury.

“Where do you think you are going with those bags?” Xander interrogated as soon as he cornered her. “Of course, I’m leaving you!” She said, standing her ground, despite the fear in her eyes. “Why?” “You forgot to mention how dangerous you were.” Xander let out a deep throaty chuckle. “Sweetheart, you didn’t ask.” “I don’t care! I don’t want to be a part of this anymore!” She insisted. Xander shook his head. “Too late. We are already married. You now belong to me, and divorce is out of the question.” — Aurora Swift’s world shatters when Owen—her boyfriend of five years—breaks up with her via text. The betrayal deepens when she finds out he’s also getting engaged to her half-sister, Olivia Swift on the same day. Heartbroken and filled with rage, Aurora has a one-night stand with Xander Scott, Owen’s enigmatic uncle and the youngest billionaire in the country. When the fling leads to a marriage proposal from Xander with a promise to help her get her revenge, Aurora finds it hard to refuse. However, Aurora soon realizes that this is anything but a whirlwind romance. Xander Scott hides more secrets than Aurora knows, and the dangers that follow his mysterious identity soon bring about complications in their marriage. When Xander’s secret identity comes to light, will Aurora choose to remain in the marriage as her love for him has grown in depth, or let it drive them apart?

Lin Beifan traveled through the world composed of countless urban web articles and became a villain. He has a wishing system and can make a wish every day. With the ability of the system and his own rude operations, he broke all the protagonists, and the world line was chaotic. So, Heaven repeated the plot and cursed Lin Beifan. For whatever wish he made, the enemy would get double! Lin Beifan chuckled: “That’s it?” “I make a wish to keep my body temperature at 36.8 degrees!” The first protagonist’s brain burned to 73.6 degrees, died! “I make a wish to sleep 12 hours a day!” The 2nd protagonist becomes a vegetative person, die! “I make a wish that I will be crushed to death by a 120-pound beauty!” The third protagonist was crushed into a piece of paper by a 240-pound fat girl, pawn! Just like that, the plot is messed up again!

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building] Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity. Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate the world full of uncertainty. ******** Excerpt: Triplets little show (2 years old) Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table. Ethan: “Leo, come down!” Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa. Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly] Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!” Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa. Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled] Ethan: “Finn?” Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms] Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace. Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!” Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.” Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!” They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

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. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, 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. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no 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?

When Evelyn’s loser fiance steals her company's secrets and elopes with her prostitute mother, she finds herself facing impending bankruptcy. But unexpected help comes in the form of an unusual offer from her business rival and ex-boyfriend, Alexander Langford. “Bear my children, Eve, and I’ll save this precious company of yours.” To everyone else, Alexander is the heir to a billion dollar fortune, and the acting industry’s handsome darling. But to Evelyn, he is nothing more than a cold-hearted, arrogant man she dumped for being a compulsive liar years ago - but unknown to her, he has never lied about his love. How could Alexander miss the golden chance to hit two birds with one stone? He gets his inheritance, and a family with the love of his life. Now, if only dear Evelyn would stop thinking the worst of him… [Strong female lead x doting male lead.] [EXCERPT] “You’re out of your mind,” Eve snaps. “You could have any woman in this world, and you want ME to be the mother of your children?!” “Why not? You’re smart, savvy, and fucking hot,” Alex says as he takes a step forward, trapping her body between his muscular arms. His dark blue eyes gaze deep into hers with unbridled lust. “I want our children to have the best from both of us. Our children could take over the world.” “There is no ‘our’,” Eve says coldly, pushing him away. “I will be the surrogate for your children. This is nothing but a business deal. There is NO love in this contract. But in exchange, you need to do something else.” “And what is it?” “Help me take down my ex-fiance. That bastard deserves to die after fucking my mom and ruining my life.” Alex chuckles. “It’s a deal then, sweetheart.” * It was nothing but a business deal at first. But what if the line between business, love, and hatred were getting blurry as they got entangled too far and too long? * [Power couple, slow burn, getting back together.]

--[WSA 2025 Entry]-- Betrayed by his sister. Betrayed by chosen one's humanity. Betrayed by the Gods. That was how the life of Leonard, the Defier of Fate and the world’s greatest heretic, came to an end. When demons invaded human lands, he received a revelation from the Goddess. She commanded him to act as a spy, to infiltrate the enemy ranks and expose their secrets for humanity’s sake. To fulfill this mission, he had to sacrifice a part of his soul. He accepted a demonic contract, surrendered his soul, and became a demonic human. Risking everything, he provided critical information to the humans and helped them turn the tide of battle. But then, he had a shocking discovery. The war was nothing but a gambit between various gods and before he could act, the war was stopped out of nowhere. In an unexpected turn, humans and demons put aside their hatred and signed a peace treaty. Before Leonard could make sense of it, he was betrayed. Both demons and humans joined hands to kill him. "Fuck! If there is a next life, I swear I will tear you gods apart!" With this scream, he thought his suffering was finally over. But… When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the body of Kael Veydrin, the son of the Grand Duke of the Heizen Empire. But this new life was no different from the last. His sister wanted to get rid of him. Born with clogged vessels and no talent, he was nothing but a disappointment. A subject of fun and ridicule among the fellow nobles. Despite rebirth, nothing seems to change. The cursed fate. The distorted history smearing his name. A world that was against him. Leonard, now assuming the identity of Kael, let out a low chuckle. "Don’t worry, Kael. I will have revenge for both of us." "They called me heretic right? I will show them how a true fucking heretic acts.” Follow Kael's journey, as he fights against the fates and injustices to drag the ones ruling above.

[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. 

# Reborn as the Dark Dragon: The Princess Sacrifice Begins... ## Genre Tags - Isekai/Transmigration - Fantasy - LitRPG (DnD-inspired) - Kingdom Building - Monster Evolution - Romance - Beast-folk Elements - Single Female Lead ## Synopsis Su Nian wakes up to find himself reborn as the most feared creature in a fantasy world - a menacing dragon that everyone wants dead. His confusion only grows when he discovers a trembling young girl seeking refuge near him. But that's just the beginning of his extraordinary transformation. As multiple system interfaces suddenly activate: - The War & Conquest System - The Evolution System - The Villain System These systems mysteriously begin to merge, granting him unprecedented powers. ## World Reactions The news of his emergence sends ripples across different factions: - **Royalty**: "Spare my life! Take my daughter instead!" - **Heroes**: "I shall rescue the princess from the evil dragon!" - **Gamers**: "Wait, what? There's no boss fight scheduled in the starter village!" - **Other Dragons**: "You dare call that THING a dragon? That's a monster!" - **The Gods**: "Stop! The divine realm is crumbling!" ## The True Nature When Su Nian, now known as Waterhouse, emerges as the world's first capitalist dragon with a hundred nuclear reactors within him, even Satan himself can't help but admire: *"Impressive. Someone tattoo this black dragon on my body."* ## Unique Features - Sweet romance with single female lead - Kingdom management elements - Unique blend of modern technology and fantasy - Multiple system integration - Strategic progression --- *A tale that combines classic dragon fantasy with modern twists, where being the villain might just be the beginning of something greater...*

"Take her," the dangerous man orders casually, like I'm the most boring little human he's ever encountered in his life. "I said stay the fuck away!" I yell at him this time, causing him to tilt his head in amusement. "A little girl like you shouldn't be swearing at your elders. It's bad habit. Your daddy should have taught you better." Hold on. My daddy. And if I heard correctly the first time, the other man had mentioned something about 'daughter' and 'grown woman'. Shit! What's going on? This must be Darius Hunter! And how do they know about my existence!? Oh no! My father! Have they taken him? Have they hurt him? "Darius... Hunter?" I stutter in sheer terror, the dangerous man tensing as I mention his name. "You know my name. I don't know if I should be impressed or disappointed," Darius chuckles, amusement seeping into his tone. "Errrm... I... Where's my father...?" My demand sounds more like a plea, my voice shuddering in painful anticipation. "Waiting for you at my place. He said we should come get you. I didn't expect you to be old enough to beat up my man. I am definitely impressed, and your value, my dear, has just gone up." --------------------------- Allison, a confined young woman who finds solace in books and writing, is thrust into a world of danger and deceit when her father, Frank, a reformed gambler turned priest, sells her to Darius Hunter, the infamous "Devil of California," to settle an old debt. Darius tries everything possible to break Allison for his pleasure, promising himself not to touch her innocence. Yet, as Allison navigates the treacherous waters of her new life, she discovers hidden strengths, forms unexpected bonds, and unravels the dark secrets of her family’s past. Amidst turmoil and passion, Allison and Darius find themselves entangled in a powerful and transformative love story, punctuated by shocking twists and turns.

[Youngster don't understand the charm of 'milfs', instead mistaking Lolitas as the treaures] Leading a life filled with regret and pain, Li Zhiyan reborn with a seemingly feeble 'system', taking back to 2010. Right at the moment he was about to be publicly rejected at graduation party after confessing his feelings with a bouquet of flowers to the school beauty, Yu Sisi, and about to become a joke among his peers for years. "I...I am reborn?" The wheels of a new fate begin to turn. All along, the school beauty Yu Sisi has only been deceiving and playing with him. In his past life, Li Zhiyan himself did not know and became a laughingstock, but now, as a reborn person, he has already seen the true face of this girl. He chuckled coldly, glanced at the mother of Yu Sisi on the side, the 41-year-old Aunt Gu Wanzhou. She was mature, intellectual, elegant, kind, considerate, low-profile. The sex appeal of a mature milf lady was radiating all around. Li Zhiyan decisively picked up the flowers, ignored the school beauty, and boldly confessed his feelings to this attractive mature woman in front of everyone. "Lady Gu, actually, I've had feelings for you for quite a while.” [Male lead, 18; female lead, 40+]

Their marriage is a deal without foundation of love. "Hey! Don't forget the agreement we made, it's just a fake marriage!" She stopped him and said nastily. "Of course I know, but our marriage certificate is real, isn't it?" He chuckled mischievously. He is not only the CEO of the consortium but also has a relationship with the mafia. He looks mysterious, aloof, and unapproachable, but actually, he is devious, tsundere, and narcissistic! She thought he was a gentleman, but after getting married, she realized that he was definitely a complete beast!

[Completed] "Husband, I want..." "What do you want?" "I want..." Before she could finish, Chi Zao Zao lunged at him. In her eyes, this man, whom outsiders see as cold, arrogant, and ruthlessly decisive, belonged entirely to her. So, every night, she could torture him in all kinds of ways. He is the President of Tian Yu Group, cold-hearted, indifferent to women, but he is completely at her mercy. Forced into marriage, then pressured into having children after marriage, one child is not enough, so they had another one. Finally, Mr. Ye couldn't stand it anymore, "Chi Zao Zao, now that we have a son, am I useless in your eyes?" Mrs. Ye chuckled, "No, you're not. Tonight, I'll make sure you're put to good use. Hurry up and get cleaned up, we're having another one." "...." Mr. Ye was left speechless with exasperation.

After time-traveling, Su Yunjin thought she had married a lame brutish fellow. As it turned out, not only could the hunter husband do business and hold office, but his leg wasn't lame either. "Wife, take a seat, I'll make the money." "And what about me?" Su Yunjin raised an eyebrow. The man chuckled lowly and pulled out two cute little buns next to him. On each side, the adorable buns clung to Su Yunjin's thighs, "Mommy, we want a little sister!"

After a neverending breathless kiss, he let go of her lips. Looking at her with unusual passion in his usual cold eyes, he whispered. "I won't let anyone take you away. Not even death." Her lips were bitten into a swollen and red state. "You belong to me and only me." ... One year ago, in her drunken state, Xu Xinya made a mistake - a huge mistake of offending a tyrant - Lu Mingyu - the man whose name shuddered countless hearts. A year later, circumstances forced herself to agree to a compromise. As long as she was willing to be his mistress, her family would be spared of the huge debt. Things appeared so, he was their creditor and she was his debtor, nothing more; Xu Xinya was into this just for the sake of the family. But as their relationship grew she begins to doubt, were things really as they appeared to be? Did he allow her in just because of that debt...or was there some other terrifying truth that bound them together way before all of this started. "What was I to you?" She stared into his deep, cold eyes, for once not shying away from his intense gaze. Today, she must get this answer. "What were you to me?" He said absentmindedly. His deep abyss like eyes hazed for a second followed by a deep fascinating chuckled. "Do you dare to confront the truth?" There was clear warning in his tone. Like always, he tried his best to intimidate her and give up. Xu Xinya realized this and this only fueled her resolve. "Yes, I do!" She replied; her determination only becoming tougher at his warning. ... Warning: The genera is dark romance and the ML is portrayed somewhat a possessive freak. He mellows down later own. There will be sexual mature content and violence. So if it is not your cup of tea, steer away. ... Author Message. However, the ending would be happy, I assure you that. This author hates sad endings. Besides, there would be no Rape I assure you that. I despise rape and even though I would like to make my readers cry a bit, involving rape in the construct is taking it too far. In the end, do give this novel a try. You won't regret it.

A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

"You are.....a mystery, unreadable"she says, daring him with her eyes" you don't scare me Vic" He chuckles coldly, playing with the glass of whiskey in his hand ... "Mi belle, your eyes tell a different story " She huffs angrily " your father fucked you up so much that you feel like everyone is out to get you ...." "Don't mention that man in my presence" he roars pushing back his chair. And there it is, the lion hidden in his eyes. Only the cold bastard that gave him life can unleash the beast within him.... A deadly game of fate and bonds, a young man's desire to quench an inner thirst , it's root course is a mystery that has consumed him for as long as he can remember.

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen

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.”

Gu Jin the boss of a top mafia organization was stunned to find that she had suddenly arrived in Magic World. She thought she transmigrated in a novel about Magic, and she became a supporting character who would die protecting the Female lead, and this is all due to her incompetency in magic. Gu Jin laughed 'incompetency?' She can die in every possible way but not due to incompetency. Before transmigration, she was the queen of the mafia world, a strong-willed iron lady. After transmigration, she became a good-for-nothing? She was nothing but a potential mage. She took an oath to become a Heaven Rank Mage. Every colleague of hers despised her until one day they got to know about her potential. Incompetency? She has a special body type which grants her power to have multiple elements while others only had few. Not talented enough? While others were cultivating and having trouble learning alchemy, she cultivated, made formulas of her own, and learned other things too. Is poor? Sorry with her talent in business and alchemy, she had built a business empire of her own and ranks among the top rich individuals! Does she have no supporters? The citizens of Fujio worship her like a god. Her popularity is more than that of the female lead. Has no family? So what! The little boy she adopted is Beast Tamer, the little girl she rescued was a Mystic cultivator. But the drama began when her biological family picked her up. Turns out the Female Lead was the fake daughter and Gu Jin was the real daughter. The Female lead warned her, "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Third Sister are too cold, if they ignore you and you feel hurt I will apologize on their behalf, after all, I am their beloved person." Gu Jin didn't have much hope from her biological family, since the female lead was so lovable... she was sure that they wouldn't love her. However... The Eldest Brother of the family patted Gu Jin's head, "I bought this Star Level Artifact for fun you can have it." Gu Jin: "..." The Second Brother of the family who had a cold nature chuckled, "Who dares to taunt Gu Jin? I will chop off their finger...I mean I will have a civilized talk with them! " Gu Jin:"..." The Third Sister of the family secret sneaked into Gu Jin's room every day and claimed to have a headache, "Sister Jin~ Let me sleep with you~ I am having a headache." Gu Jin: "..." Was the female lead telling her the truth? Why was everything so different? .............................................. Follow the journey of Gu Jin to become a powerful mage. This is an original work. My English is not so good so please bear with me.

In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

"I am not Good or Evil but sometimes I wish I could be both... because are they not 2 sides of the same coin?". Aavesh thought this before a flash of light appeared and disintegrated him to nothingness... In a world of an Eternal Interstellar War between the Prime Alignments - Law Vs Chaos, Good Vs Evil... was it so easy to simply judge a person without talent as trash? Why must he be judged for his actions, despite trying to only save those he cared about... Why must the Fate of Trillions be under the Control of Anyone? An oath formed within his dying soul and An ancient will awoke... So Time was reset and he was sent back But Something else has been stirred in the Universe when he awoke, Something No Mythic Power has ever Seen Before! When the Final Day of Reckoning Arrives when none can Escape At the Precipice of Oblivion, Between the All life and the Final Apocalypse, Only One Man will stand tall and be the Bulwark against Fate, The Infinite Cosmic Knight! Authors Note: This novel is for those who are tired of illogical cold MCs and want characters to be more memorable. I will try to Do My best to give you something enjoyable! This is My first Novel! FAQs Romance - Slow Type, Will focus more on other Aspects School/Academy - Hell Yeah Harem - Nope NTR - Nope Rape - Nope High-Speed Leveling - Well... yes and No Just read it Guys Also, this novel is inspired by several mainstream DnD Series and is Not fanfic but do expect those elements to interact... I hope you all enjoy a good Story!!!!

(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." ****

Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King. He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built. Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start. Or so fate decreed. As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration. Yet such power comes with a terrible price. How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms? Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew? * "Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience. The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms. "I see dead people,"

Three teenagers being reincarnated into a fantasy world, a joke fantasy adventure based off a DnD campaign between good friends.