Floral Hip Tattoo

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

** The Saga of Souls ** In the depths of pain and weakness, lives **Ethan**, a boy who faces bullying and humiliation every day. Despite it all, he returns home with a fake smile to comfort his sick mother, helping her with dinner and cleaning the house with kindness. But one dark night, while releasing his heartache with screams in the forest, he falls into a deep pit. There, he discovers a mysterious chess piece, which merges with his arm, causing excruciating pain, leaving behind a glowing bull tattoo. With every step he takes, Ethan realizes that this power is not just a gift, but a test. Will he use it to seek revenge on a world that wronged him, or to discover his true self? --- A tale full of mystery, power, and incredible transformations. **"The Saga of Souls"...** When pain turns into power, destiny is reshaped.

In a world where power is etched into the skin, where the blood of slain monsters fuels ancient magic, a young seafarer named Alon unknowingly changes his fate when he kills what he believes to be an ordinary giant octopus—only to discover it is a baby Kraken. Branded by its ink and marked by its blood, Alon awakens a power he does not understand, a force that calls to the depths of the ocean and stirs the interest of those who rule the seas. With only his spear, wits, and tattoos carved into his skin, he embarks on an odyssey through treacherous waters, hunted by empires, feared by island tribes, and stalked by beasts of the deep who seek vengeance for the blood he has stolen. Amidst floating islands, cursed seas, and lost civilizations, Alon must uncover the truth behind his newfound power—before it consumes him. The ocean is vast, its monsters are many, and the echoes of the Kraken’s wrath are never far behind. Author's Note: I'll try publish once every day, but no commitment to that this is my 3rd try but my first 2 are stop by busy schedule.

Brave individuals who travel beyond safe beaches have been plagued by terrible stories of sirens with deadly beauty and tunes that steal brains for as long as ships have flown. Presuming the life of young Captain Seraphine's father, a seasoned sailor washed ashore with unusual, magical tattoos scorched into his skin, these terrible tales For Seraphine, these tales have little significance; however, when she finds her father's abandoned ship floating on the sea, she understands there is only one path forward—to learn what happened and honor his name. But no one dares to join her on her journey because they believe curses follow women near water. Equipped with her father's blueprints and an iron will, Seraphine sails alone across the Seven Seas to meet the relentless storms, ghostly whispers, and forbidden waters. But one beautiful night her net catches an injured merman fighting the iron threads instead of fish. Uncertain but fascinated, Seraphine lets him aboard without knowing that this unusual creature bears the keys to the darkness she is searching for. Between loyalty to his community and developing love for Seraphine, Rowan, the merman, finds himself divided. They negotiate a dangerous half-truth territory where the sea and heavens entwine in a maze of secrets together. With every wave, Seraphine is approaching the truth even at a cost. Old powers seeking to claim both of them draw their attention as they walk farther. The Merman's Lure offers a horrible tale of love, dishonesty, and the thin line separating mankind from mythology, therefore it forces Seraphine to choose whether the answers she searches are worth the darkness they unleash.

{ MATURE CONTENT}. R18 They begin to kiss her cuppes her faces pulls her in and kisses her fiercely, Alexa moans and being to grab unto his shirt pulling him in closely Lucas likes the sound he hears when he kisses her like a purring cat and he kisses her more to draw out the sound he hears he draws back. As Lucas's eyes locked on hers, Alexa felt a shiver run down her spine. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and she knew that she was drawn to him just as strongly. "Let's get out of here," Lucas said, his voice low and husky Lucas took her hand, leading her through the crowded club. They pushed past people, the music and lights blurring together as they made their way to the VIP section. As they reached the stairs, Lucas turned to her, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper and he slams the wall and begins to kiss her . Alexa's heart skipped a beat as she felt a rush of excitement. She knew that she wanted him too, and she could feel the tension building between them. Alexa felt like she was drowning in the kiss, Lucas's lips and tongue exploring hers with a hunger that left her breathless. She could feel the desire building between them, a spark that was igniting into a flame. As they kissed, Lucas's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. Alexa felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands touched her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, Lucas's hands were under her thighs, lifting her up as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Alexa felt a rush of excitement as she was lifted off the ground, her body pressed against Lucas's as he carried her to the counter of the bathroom . The music blurred together as they kissed fiercely with Lucas hand moving closer to her string in her dress Lucas pulls the dress and the front drops off he sees her nipples plumb and pink and he says " fuck" in italian * cazzo * and he grases his thumb on her erect nipple and he says his voice husky "I want to fuck you so deep you can't stand". Alexa swears "fuck " and he pulls her to the counter front pushes her dress and dips his hand in her pussy and says and draws close to her and says " bad girl you didn't wear panties were you hoping to get fucked tonight " Alexa whimpers and he dips his index finger into her pussy and says " answer Lexi or I am not giving you what we both know you want " Alexa draws in breath and bites her lips but doesn't talk and looks down at the dent in his trousers and curses about to reach for him but he says "no princessa you have been a bad girl girls with no panties deserves to be gifted " Alexa looks and says * okay I did hope you were coming and -------* Lucas adds a second finger and begin to finger fuck her hard and fast Alexa gasps moaning Lucas adds a third finger and fourth she begins to move voluntarily moving with his fingers Lucas draws out his finger sees how wet she is and says "Cazzo" "you drive me crazy " Then he kneels and widens her leg pulls her leg closer and pulls his head in her center and begins to suck, licks from her clit to her center.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!! ——— ——— ——— Read My Review Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

The war between humans, witches, vampires, and dragons was over before it even began. Humans never stood a chance. Now, they are nothing more than slaves—property to be used, discarded, or worse. But power alone does not determine freedom. Even among vampires, witches, and wolves, those born powerless are treated no better than slaves, exploited for resources, labor, and pleasure. The supernatural races live in separate realms, divided by their own rules and hierarchies, but soon, all may collide. In Goden Arc, one of the twelve packs that serve as the home of the wolves, Olivia is born mute—a disgrace to her father, one of the strongest Betas. Hated by her mother, tormented by her brother, she endures years of abuse—until her eighteenth birthday, when she finally dares to dream of escape. She flees to the Mating Cave, hoping to find her fated mate and a chance at freedom. But instead, her scent ignites a frenzy, drawing in every male wolf in the cave. That is when she learns the horrifying truth—she is a Stealer Wolf, the last of a cursed bloodline of venomous seductresses, wiped out by former Alphas for their unnatural ability to lure and enslave both men and women. Weakened, mute, and now feared as something monstrous, Olivia’s fate grows even darker when she discovers that her mate is none other than the Alpha himself. Though he saves her from the wolves, he refuses to accept her as his Luna. To him, she is unworthy. Instead, he makes her his slave, forcing her into brutal training to prove her worth—or die trying. But when Olivia’s heart begins to glow and she starts to hear a voice whispering, *"They are coming,"* she realizes that the nightmare of her past is nothing compared to what lies ahead. Meanwhile, in Glazon, the land of witches, Alita, the daughter of a village chief, faces her own curse. Wolves and witches have always been enemies, yet fangs meant only for wolves emerge every time her heart glows. If anyone finds out, she will be executed. But when she saves a mysterious man with a dragon tattoo, her fate takes a turn she never expected—one that could unravel everything she thought she knew about herself and her world. Betrayal. Secrets. Lies. Kingdoms at war. Politics. Love. Passion. Power. Family. This is a story unlike anything you’ve read before—each chapter will leave you breathless and begging for more.

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?

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

[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. 

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength. Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world. //A chapter a day guaranteed. 3k+ words each. I'll try to avoid info dumps, but it's a BIG world so it's hard to avoid since there's a LOT to unpack. For extra content, including art pieces and official character designs, Manga panels, and more, got to my Patre0n. In the midst of creating a physical Manga. Patre0n.com/ShadowDrev Discord: https://discord.com/invite/kBR243rUB2

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

"May the new Story become yours — The Last Tattoo Artist of Stories" The story tells about a girl named Calcium, a recluse with no big money in her pocket, drinking ale in a tavern and dreaming of more. But fate itself had descended upon her. She turned out to be a Tattoo Artist of Stories... and the latter, because in the world where she lives, there are only legends about such people, about people who can rewrite their entire lives with just one glance. Our glorious recluse will have to learn about her strength, become stronger, learn about her rewritten history and memory loss, and fight for her life. telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

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THE UNFORGETTABLE CRUSH THAT SHOOK MY SOUL.       HEATHER'S POV; I'm Heather Morgan Claus the daughter of a middle class family from Brooklyn. I was born a typical brainiac the smartest of all my family members and most definitely the only child of my parents. I was born with what I call average beauty a blue eyes,golden afro hair due to my distant African gene, an average height of 6,4 feet a big boob and buttocks and also a slender curve with big hips that made me feel insecure.  Being lonely was a normal thing for me was a normal thing because I had no friends except my overprotective cousins Kyle and Jules. They made me feel special and loved more than anything in the world and I was thrilled to be with them. Boys never came along to date me basically because it's either I'm too tall for their liking or I'm too robust or too perfect and studious or even much of a nerd who can't match their tastes. Kyle and Jules made sure I was okay and boy did they beat the shit outta those knuckle heads who dared to mock me for my appearance. Soon enough all these fantasies all came to an end because while I was in tenth grade and they were in their twelfth grade they both fell in love with some girls from the neighbouring school and I was soon discarded and left out to fend on my own. I became an object of mockery and taunts from all sides. Years passed but the bullying didn't stop and soon afterwards some stupid bimbo and their boyfriend all came to join what they called fun by bullying me. Jake the leader of the zeals was by far the most handsome and he had an emerald green eyes, lovely red hair, kissable lips and a fine body and he was more of a greek god's personality. He had a commanding presence that sent shivers down my spine. I thought he was an epitome of beauty but like the saying goes beauty comes from within. He was a tyrant and he made my life a living hell with every given chance he got. Belle his girlfriend a blond haired girl with brown eyes and long slender legs always taunted me relentlessly. One day while I was heading to my locker I was bumped into by belle and her friends Chloe and Charis. They gave me a hard time and without mercy they shred my clothe and made me an object of perpetual laughter while they made fun of my SpongeBob underwear, Evans and Michael Jenkins popularly know as MJ tired to cover my naked body but Jake ordered them no to do so. He stared at my body with lust and contempt in his eyes making me wonder what I had ever done to him to deserve all the hate. The shame was too much to bear and when I was went home I scrolled through the school platform and it was all over the media and I fell into a complete depressed stage. Days turned to weeks and weeks to years and then one day after the prom prank I had endured I decided to jump from the third floor of the venue. The pain was too much to bear as crismon liquid surrounded me like a pool. The pain felt like home and after several minutes of comfort I felt like my consciousness was slipping into the abyss surrounded by darkness.

Lorenzo De Luca "The Beast" thought she was only a new prey, but he realized too late that he was the one who was trapped. Signing a contract with the beast was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to Summer, and she wouldn't have done that if she had any other options, but the more she tried to struggle out of the deal, the deeper the beast found himself falling for her. ... I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled. “Don’t you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that.” His voice was low, irritated. "Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door. The minutes I turned to him, I screamed. Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to... "A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said. "Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out. "Excuse me?" He raised his brow. "huh." I said. "You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me. I couldn’t remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in. My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking. "Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand. "What's the problem?" He asked. I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. “Put some clothes on!” I shrieked. “This is my room,” he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. “I see no reason to.” "Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this." “You’re staring,” he teased. “No, I’m not!” I shot back, flustered. “You want me,” he said casually, stepping closer. “What? No!” I stumbled backward, heart pounding. “You want to feel me inside you.” “God forbid! Hell no!” I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me. "Hell yes" He said with a smile. I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking. He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat. “Stay away from me!” I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing. “You don't know what you are missing.” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Just say the word.” I snapped. “Get lost!” I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.

Gin was born with a Divine Mark—but without a Pure Beast it was nothing more than an empty tattoo. Mocked and powerless, he fought to survive in a world where strength determined fate. But one fateful night, everything changed

jannie a very hardworking girl is determined to transform her family life after finishing her education. She gets a scholarship to a national school and there meets her love Jayden life runs smooth until they went to university and separate ways. Jayden went abroad but for Jannie went back to her village to study medicine in a small collage. Jannie sat on his lap and slowly started to move her hips in a circular motion, applying more pressure.Jayden called in a very serious tone" Jannie " she acted normal and said ," yes'. The heat from her body was making him loose his self control, and within a blink of an eye he carried her to the bedroom. After closing the bedroom door he pinned her hand above her head and started kissing her softly and with time it got world. Jannie could see Jayden bulge and they were ready to explore each other world. This is memory Jannie is recalling while breast feeding her five months daughter . Will fate lead her and Jayden??!

That Time They Reincarnated a Rapper.   The 13th Kingdom: Reincarnation is a Western take on the Eastern isekai genre, where soul-stirring combat and skills meet the raw grit of artistry. Xiro Mikazuki isn’t your typical overpowered hero. Reborn on the planet Gaia, he’s a former musician, a soul battered by the grind of failed dreams and corporate greed. Now, he’s thrust into a world where power flows through magical arts, and the rhythm of battle is as much about creativity as it is about dominance. In this world, M-Cees (Mana Controllers) harness mana to perform Mana Arts and Skills. Xiro isn’t just reincarnated—he’s redefined. Armed with a Sonata Soul Core and two rare Vessel Skills—[Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] and [Midnight Star: Belial]—he begins his climb in a society that worships Godwalkers, magical prodigies who inspire devotion and followers like rock stars. Every skill he learns, every clash he faces, is like mastering a new track in his personal magnum opus—a relentless pursuit of both power and identity in a world where survival demands constant improvisation. Can he conquer his new exoplanet home and create his own personal heaven, or will he follow the request of The Creator, and destroy the Prime Realm System? What to expect: - A Love Letter to Hip-Hop, Anime, and Fantasy Games. (Warning: 4k to 7k words a chapter) - Overpowered male MC who becomes the strongest using his wits and knowledge. - Fights! This is a combat-heavy series. It does get gory and dark. - Deep lore and worldbuilding. - Use of AAVE - An urban interaction with many of the familiar tropes and situations of Isekai & Eastern Fantasy. - A long adventure involving many solo, group, and army battles, kingdom-building, and interesting characters to root for or against. - Romance & mature themes play a heavy role in certain chapters. - Each Chapter shares a Title with a Song. (Links to the songs can be found at the end of each chapter.) - Quality over quantity. (Guarantee weekly drop. Helps allow time for editing.) Patreon.com/CreativeZoneComics - Read ahead a week when you join for free or one of the support tiers. 10 chapter advancement, bonus chapters, artwork, character design, and a community chat with more to come can be found here. Learn more about Gaia and the Prime Realm System with behind-the-scene insight and posts and access to the publicly released chapters a day early. - Weekly Chapter Release: Every Thursday - Chapters 0 to 31 are released on my Patreon as a thank you to supporters, giving full early access to the entire first book and arc. Join the support tier to avoid the wait.

This is the story of a man reborn. He is 17 years old kid . He just started to listen rap song due to Kendrick Vs drake . He died, but was reborn in 1971 in Compton, California—the birthplace of N.W.A. N.W.A was one of the earliest and most significant popularizers of the gangsta rap subgenre. The group is widely considered one of the greatest and most influential in hip-hop history. Follow the journey of how a young kid became the king of hip-hop in this emotional story filled with love, hate, gang life, and more.

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

In a world painted with power, the fate of Al hangs in the balance. **The world of Al is a canvas where colors are more than just hues; they are energy, the very essence of power.** Those who can wield them, the "Painted," are divided into a complex hierarchy: from humble Disciples to the legendary Walkers, each level marked by tattoos that whisper tales of their strength. Vanta Black, a young boy thrust into the heart of this world, must master the Xue Sense, a supernatural perception beyond the limits of ordinary senses, to claim his place. He faces a grueling selection process, forging alliances and battling rivals in the labyrinthine halls of the prestigious Blueblood Academy. But as Vanta navigates the treacherous landscape of power politics, he uncovers a sinister secret: the Academy's idyllic facade masks a ruthless system designed to cull the weak. The "Culling," a brutal ritual of survival, forces Vanta to confront the true nature of his power and the darkness that lurks beneath Al's vibrant surface. He must choose: yield to the manipulative machinations of the powerful, or fight for a future where his abilities are not just tools for advancement, but weapons against the forces of darkness. As Vanta battles for survival, a prophecy whispered in the shadows foretells of a coming war. The fate of Al rests upon his shoulders, and the choice he makes will determine the fate of a world painted in hues of power, betrayal, and hope. This is a story of ambition, betrayal, and the search for true purpose in a world where color is everything and much more.

Sasha, a reckless event planner with a taste for trouble, throws an exclusive penthouse party that sets her life ablaze. A spilled drink leads to a heated graze of fingers with Julian, a brooding artist whose dark eyes promise heartbreak—and more. But when Lena, Sasha’s fiery ex, crashes their frenzied kitchen kiss, the night explodes into a threesome of tangled lips and forbidden thrills. What starts as a seductive game spirals into a steamy, chaotic web of lust, betrayal, and power no one can control. Julian’s married—to Mara, a cool, calculating temptress who knows every secret and plays her own game. Paint-smeared studio nights, rain-soaked wall-pounding passion, and masked threesomes in hidden alcoves blur the lines between love and obsession. Lena dances through it all, her hips a weapon of revenge, seducing Julian in a pulsing club to wound Sasha, only to crave her more. Mara’s dinners turn to dares, her foot sliding up Sasha’s thigh, her whispers sealing pacts in silk sheets—until jealousy and rage ignite a cabin clash where four bodies collide, boundaries obliterated in a symphony of gasps. From bathroom trysts on cold tiles to ropes biting skin in secluded retreats, Sasha’s caught in a storm of need—Julian’s possessive thrusts, Lena’s defiant grinds, Mara’s subtle dominance. Fury fuels punishing threesomes, solitude stokes self-pleasure, and every reunion teeters on redemption or ruin. As the chaos peaks, Sasha must choose—or surrender to them all. Passion drowns reason, revenge burns hot, and desire redefines everything in a final, decadent night of fragile truce and unrelenting heat. Will Sasha master the madness, or let it consume her?

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."

I wake up so, I could sleep again. Yeah! Motherfucker. ------ [ Warning; Mature Content, Impregnation ] Wise Daosit! Are you in search of Mature Dao to seek some mother-love enlightenment? Then, say no more, This Humble Primordial Saint lord has bought just that. This is another cultivation novel with dual cultivation and explicit sexual scenes... And trust this senior, you will truly love it. If you don't love it, then you are free to review it one star as I don't delete any negative reviews. ... Synopsis: Xian Tian, a humble adolescent male raised in an island-forest by animals leaves the island when it is time to cultivate in the outside world. However, being a male in hyper peak adolescent phase and having not been in contact with women for a long time... He was attracted to every woman, especially those with big boobs, and wide hip. His natural instinct kick in... A body that is capable and ready for childbirth, he couldn't wait to plant his seeds in their womb. However, being born with heavenly body and a rare bloodline with a naive nature, he was easily taken advantage of... Can he overcome everything and have a milf harem? If yes, then well done fellow Daoist, you have successfully managed to learn the art of 'Farsight' No! No! There is no need for junior as yourself to kneel and thank me for helping your Dao, What? You want to join my sect very well then; Sect— https://discord.com/invite/QaCzkvHsuN https://discord.com/invite/tknrUfPfrb https://dsc.gg/culturesect ( search this on Google/browser ) Tags: Milfs— Harem—Cultivation—sexual content—dick riding—action—adventure—Fantasy— Dual Cultivation— Dual Cultivation realms— threesome— Mother&Daughter — Master — OP MC — Fast Cultivation Gain.

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard

[Abstinent wild male demon x charming female supermodel] [Double purity + lust + pulling each other] Enchanting, sexy, with a pair of extremely beautiful fox eyes. This was Gu Ye’s first impression of Rong Yi. —— Gu Ye, thirty years old. The founder of G&Y Wilderness Magazine was a natural wild man. He gave up his family company to do photography and founded his own magazine, which became famous all over the world. Black tattoo below the collarbone - Freedom Forever, forever free, makes him more unrestrained and free. Some people say that Gu Ye has been celibate for a long time, and in his eyes, women are no different from the same sex, otherwise he would not be so abstinent. … Until one day, Gu Ye suddenly posted a Weibo like this. The copy is: Meeting you, I am so in love with you that I feel happy about it. The accompanying pictures are a set of nine photos taken by Gu Ye himself. She was a charming and extremely beautiful woman. In the photo, she looked happy or angry, so charming... As soon as the picture came out, it became a hot search on Weibo! Netizens quickly uncovered the woman’s identity, she is the internationally renowned supermodel Rong Yi. With her charming appearance and strong professional ability, she is known as the "T-stage Fairy".

As she makes a move to get up from the big man's lap, she hears a groan and the weight on her hips increases as he presses her further on his huge bulge. "You are such a fu**ing tease Jasmine." he groans lowly in her ear. Being employed by the richest man in the World was not Jasmines definitely, but now she has to work all day under his strong gaze, and the more he looks at her the more she gets a crush on him To him she was just a baby till one night when he stumbled in on her in a towel, and after that she became the one thing he wanted but he wasn't sure he could get Contract marriage