Jawline

Suzy Watson, a woman of charm and elegance, has carved her own path to success that many young women could only dream of. But when her own mother becomes the root of her downfall, Suzy finds herself at a crossroads. Desperate to salvage her years of hard work, she turns to the most powerful and influential family in the business world—the Onettis. Little does she know that seeking their help will entangle her in a contract marriage with the most infamous bad boy of them all. Chris Onetti, the sole heir to the Onetti empire, is both a heartthrob and a heartbreaker. To him, love is nothing more than a game, and women are fleeting distractions, mere outlets for his desires. But beneath his playboy façade lies a heart once shattered beyond repair. When Suzy and Chris, two people from opposite worlds, are thrown together in a marriage neither of them wants, the clash is inevitable. Will their arrangement mend their hidden scars, or will fate deal them a hand neither of them expected? ~~~~ "I have satisfied countless women in this bed, even the older ones," Chris murmured with a smirk, his gaze locked onto Suzy. "Yet, you're the only one who refuses to set foot here." "That only makes me the luckiest of them all," Suzy shot back, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Because I will never share a bed with you." Chris chuckled, the curve of his lips darkening into something more mysterious. "What if I make you beg for me to worship you?" he asked. "That will never happen," Suzy declared. Chris leaned in, his fingertips tracing an unhurried path from her forehead down to her jawline, lingering at the delicate slope of her collarbone. His breath fanned against her lips as he whispered, "Breaking down your walls will be quite fun, Suzy. I wonder how you'll sound when you moan my name with that pretty mouth of yours." ~~~~~ Story co-authored by Light_ray and Emma Wales. Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy Emma's Instagram: @mysterious_itself

"May I have a dance with you?” Startled, she turned to find a tall, handsome stranger standing before her. His sharp jawline was slightly visible beneath his black domino mask he wore, which added to his allure and the depth in his eyes, which sparkled with amusement and intrigue. With a gallant bow, he offered his hand. Her heart fluttered as the flickering chandelier reflecting off the polished surface of the ballroom. She hesitated for a moment then placed her gloved hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from his grasp, as he led her onto the dance floor. “Who might you be?” she asked, a playful smile curling her lips. ****** Mirabelle Worthington, a young woman stifled by societal expectations, finds herself entangled in a whirlwind of intrigue when she encounters a mysterious stranger at a lavish masquerade ball. Their passionate encounter ignites a forbidden desire within her, a spark that threatens to consume her as she prepares for an arranged marriage to the esteemed Maximilian Powell. Meanwhile, Maximilian, haunted by the memory of a captivating woman he met at the same ball, finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of deception. He becomes embroiled in a family conspiracy, facing threats to his family's fortune and the pressure of a loveless marriage. As he investigates a series of sabotage attempts, he uncovers a web of secrets that extends far beyond the confines of his own family. The plot weaves together the stories of several intriguing characters: Lady Sophia, a cunning socialite driven by a thirst for revenge; Dylan, a cunning inquiry officer pursuing a mysterious woman; and Julian, Maximilian's brother, who becomes entangled in a dangerous kidnapping scheme. As secrets are revealed and alliances shift, Mirabelle discovers a hidden pregnancy, a secret that threatens to shatter her carefully constructed life. Torn between duty, desire, and the weight of her own secrets, she must navigate the treacherous waters of high society while searching for her own truth.

Harro, the 25-year-old scion of a business empire, was a paragon of perfection. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes made him look like a celestial being, earning him the nickname "Angel." His charming personality, honed from years of navigating high-society circles, had a mesmerizing effect on everyone he met. People were drawn to him like moths to a flame, helpless to resist his captivating smile and effortless charm. But one man remained immune to Harro's allure: Orion Alexander Stone, a ruthless and cunning business rival. With a name that evoked the mythological hunter, Orion was a force to be reckoned with. His piercing gaze and chiseled jawline made him look like a granite statue, impervious to emotions. He saw Harro as nothing more than a pampered, entitled rich kid playing at being a businessman. Fate, however, had other plans. When Harro and Orion met, the air was electric with tension. Despite their differences, they found themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, igniting a passion that neither could ignore. But their love story took a dramatic turn when Harro was involved in a freak accident, erasing his memories of Orion. The man he loved was now a stranger, and Harro was left with a gaping hole in his heart. Orion, determined to win Harro back, set out to rekindle their romance, but the odds were stacked against them. Would they be able to rekindle their love, or would their relationship remain forever lost in the annals of memory?

ONTENTS ARE FULLY INSPIRED BY THE AUTHOR Title: Entangled Celestials Genre: Supernatural billionaire romance CHARACTER SKETCH PRIMARY PROTAGONISTS Name: Ophelia Morgan Age: 19 years Appearance: Having a long cinnamon brown hair in curls, her shimmering pale skin with her amber doe eyes, her pitched nose and long lashes gives her the appearance of a luxurious maiden bath bath mannnn. Occupation: Maid Personality: Loving, Caring, very emotional and insists on helping whoever she can. Story plot: Seeks to find freedom from the enslaving family she is sold to and ends up living with the most handsome and richest Duke in the kingdom as his maid as he changes her fate by marrying her. Relationship: Married to Alucard and daughter of Enzo Morgan. Weakness: She’s very fragile, weak and gullible Name: Alucard Claremont Age: 1023 years Appearance: A long dark hair which he always put up in a bun, having a slightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, a nicely chiseled jawline, having broad shoulders and a fit upper and lower body. Occupation: Duke Personality: Hostile to others, but very caring and gentle for the one he loves, stern yet very calm and logical. Story plot: He is a cast down angel who then becomes a demon when he lands on the earth and loses his wings in the process and in finding it he finds a maiden who can bring back his wings with her love and decides to keep her for himself . Relationship: Married to Ophelia Weakness: None Name: Cyrilla Oman Age: Early twenties Appearance: Having a lustrous black hair, pitched nose and dark skin, dark hazel eyes and beautiful nude lips. Occupation: Maid Personality: She is very kind and takes Ophelia as her little sister when she works at the Claremont mansion, she’s very caring and responsible. Story plot: She becomes really close to Ophelia and is her personal maid and closest friend to Ophelia. She finds a creature with injured wings and decides to help without knowing what that may be like and ends up falling in love with him. Relationship: Married to Vernon Weakness: She’s fragile at heart PRIMARY ANTAGONISTS Name: Kesper Azariah Age: Early twenties Appearance: Having a short disheveled hair, a broad nose, dim pale skin, cherry lips and light grey eyes. Occupation: Prince of Kevlar Personality: Decietful, cunning and quite cheerful, he mostly smiles while having evil intentions Story plot: He poses as a friend to Alucard while trying to bring down his dukedom but unknown to him, he messes with the wrong demon. Relationship: Poses to be a friend of Alucard Weakness: Jealousy and pride Name: Felicia Jason Age: late fifties Appearance: short dark hair, a poised look, light blonde hair, dark eyes and shimmering skin. Occupation: Social elite Personality: Hateful, straightforward with insults and sarcasm, despises anything that doesn’t work her way. Story plot: She is the aunty of Ophelia, her caretaker after the death of Ophelia’s parents, she sells Ophelia to slavery with the intent to have her killed because she felt it would pose a threat to her daughter’s future, she lies to the world that her niece was killed by the beast of the kingdom but she becomes heavily suprised to see the girl she try to ruin is well and happy with the most handsome Duke of the kingdom, she tries to do her best to ruin her but is killed by Alucard after he much trials to kill Ophelia. Relationship: Aunty and proposed caretaker of Ophelia Weakness: Overthinking and Greed Name: Laurel Jason Age: 18 years Appearance: Having a long blonde hair with light blue eyes, her skin in slightly tanned, her pitched nose compliments her darted eyes. Occupation: Social elite Personality: Rude, incompetent and proud, hateful and spoiled. Story Plot: She bullies Ophelia until she is sold into slavery and becomes ecstatic by her mother’s decision and when it is the bachelor/spinster ball, she sets her mind on Alucard but is fully disappointed when she sees Ophelia with her supposed husband.

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

I made a character gacha game featuring Constellations that the people of this world could relate to. I was worried about what would happen if the Constellations got angry, but… [The King of Ten Thousand Demons requests that you create some fan-service content because the Demon King character's pick rate is too low.] [The First Elf Hero asks when the episode where he becomes the protagonist will be released.] [The Master of the Night fidgets with their fingers, asking if you could make their character's jawline just a little bit sharper.] …They like it more than I expected."

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

Evelyn Blackwood has spent her entire life as the outcast of the Silverfang Pack. An orphan with no wolf, she has been mocked, abused, and ignored, treated as nothing more than a burden. But nothing shatters her more than the night of the Blood Moon Festival—when her fated mate, Darius, the Alpha’s son, publicly rejects her in favor of another. Worse, she is framed for a crime she didn’t commit and banished from the only home she’s ever known. Left to wander as a rogue, she expects death. But fate has other plans. The Alpha King, Lucian Volkest, the ruler of all werewolves, finds her half-dead at the border of his kingdom. Cold, ruthless, and feared across the lands, Lucian has never cared for weakness—until the moment he senses the undeniable bond between them. She is his mate. But Evelyn is more than just a forsaken wolf. There is power in her blood, a heritage long hidden, one that could shake the entire werewolf world. The truth about her past is dangerous, and those who cast her out will soon learn— They should have killed her when they had the chance. "You are mine." Evelyn flinched as the Alpha King’s golden eyes burned into hers. His voice was calm, but beneath it was a dangerous promise. "I belong to no one," she whispered, her hands clenched into fists. Lucian smirked. "Then tell me why your heart races when I touch you." He lifted his hand, tracing his fingers along her jawline. A shiver ran down her spine. She hated him. She wanted to defy him. But the bond and attraction towards him was undeniable. "Accept me," he murmured, his voice like velvet. "Or run, little wolf. Either way… I'll catch you."

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.

Ethan Grayson has it all: a multi-billion-dollar company, a penthouse view, and a personality so charming it’s borderline unbearable. But after one too many dinner dates with women who talk more about his stock portfolio than their hobbies, Ethan decides he’s done with high society. His grand plan? Marry a “normal” woman who doesn’t care about his money. Simple, right? Enter Emily Carter, a bookshop employee who thinks a “luxury” is buying two cups of coffee in one day. She’s witty, stubborn, and entirely unimpressed when Ethan waltzes into her shop one afternoon, throwing around compliments like confetti. For Ethan, Emily is everything he’s looking for: genuine, grounded, and refreshingly immune to his usual charm. There’s just one tiny problem. Ethan’s arrogance is the size of his bank account, and Emily has no patience for egotistical billionaires—no matter how good their jawline is. As Ethan awkwardly tries to “woo” Emily in the most unromantic ways possible (think unsolicited business advice and overly generous tips), Emily starts to wonder if this handsome stranger might actually have a heart hidden under all that bravado. But when she discovers his real reason for pursuing her, all bets are off. Will Ethan learn to drop his ego long enough to win Emily’s trust? Or will Emily decide that some books are better left closed?

Warning:Mature content. ... Layla shivered as Riven's hot lips trailed down her jawline, burning a hot trail towards her lips that were aching to be kissed. But he didn't kiss her. Instead he hovered a breathe away over her parted lips. His palms gripped her waist and pulled her closer. He watched her with half-closed eyes, his golden pupils burning with raw passion. Layla trembled under his intense gaze and her lips parted further. "Riven...", she whispered. "Tell me what you want, my sweet Layla". Riven's husky response caressed her ears. "Kiss me...please". ... How well can we survive from the trauma of childhood abuse? Most times, all it takes is a step off the edge of a cliff to end it all. And that is what Layla did. Born from rape and abused since childhood, Layla loses her ability to speak and gradually loses the zeal to continue living. There was nothing left for her in the cruel world and she was ready to put an end to it. Giving up on life, she made her way to the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast ocean. Without a second thought, she closed her eyes and let her body go, welcoming the peace and calmness that came with death. And when she opened her eyes again, there was a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. ... Supreme Alpha Riven Qinn, Alpha of Dark Creek Pack, strongest and most powerful lycan ever, has lived for centuries and with each passing full moon, he loses the hope of ever finding his one true mate. But fate directs him and he finds Layla on the shores of the river surrounding his territory, almost buried under the wet sand. He touched her and one word resounded in his head. MATE! Safe in the arms of the Alpha, Layla realizes the world is not as cruel as she thought. A deep passion springs forth between the mated lovers and Layla finds herself longing for his touch and presence. Suddenly strange phenomenon begins to occur. Layla's speech is restored and along with it comes strange powers coupled with the gut wrenching pain she endures every full moon. An ancient fae is consulted and it is discovered that Layla is a special being. A Tribrid. Born from the three strongest bloodlines. This discovery brings forth damned creatures and giant titans from Tartarus, all with a desire to possess the blood of the Tribrid which can cause great havoc in the wrong hands. Riven and Layla will have to fight against Tartarus and the endless conspiracies that threatens to tear them apart. In the course of saving the world, can their love overcome all obstacles or will fate bring them to ruin? Author's Note:This is not your usual werewolf story. It's my version. Author:BellaCupid Email:cupidofafrica@gmail.com Email:bellaxcobar@gmail.com Discord:BellaCupid#2434 Instagram:bellacupid17

Again and again. Over a thousand times Rayhan failed to save the world, to save the ones that he loves but he keeps failing. But he was still determined to win. Valen mumbled and snickered as he read his favourite novel. Smack! Valen fell to the floor and dropped his phone, with one hand on his throbbing cheek, he looked to see who had hit him but he already knew. His breathing, unsteady and his heart pounding. Valen stood up and went back to his seat ignoring the dark haired fiend that had struck him. Smack! Valen was hit again by the fiend. This time, Valen lost his timid coolness, but before he could fight back, he heard screams and felt the school building shake. He looked around to see what was happening and his body trembled with fear and excitement. He saw a raven black haired male with sharp brown eyes and a chiselled jawline. It was Rayhan. And with him was his cohort. Valen was confused, more so shocked. But before he could take it all in, he saw all sorts of monsters and beasts pouring out the 'gates'. All of the students in the school attempted to flee but as some succumbed to the monsters they all ran to hide. At the moment the heroes, along with Rayhan, fought the strongest and didn't seem to understand their situation, Valen on the other hand hid inside his locker. He never knew that the novel he loved reading all these years would be real, better yet come to his life. At first, it was very popular but soon, only Valen was left. Valen closed his eyes and waited for the chaos and turmoil to pass with time, hours and hours flew and it seemed the situation was calming down a bit. Valen left the safety of the locker and looked around. He looked left and then right; nothing. He walked around the hall and from time to time he would look outside the windows to see if the heroes were still fighting the major beasts; which they were. Tack! Tack! Tack! A hideous Cerberus charged at Valen and lunged in his direction, Valen clumsily threw himself out of harms way in an attempt to save himself. The Cerberus charged again, this time there was no chance of his prey escaping, Valen found himself backed up against a wall, on his left and right were more walls and behind him was the door to the janitor's room. The Cerberus opened it's maw, revealing it's long sharp teeth and bit into Valen's arms and forearms as he protected his head. Valen gritted his teeth and his mind was blind with fury. He couldn't die, not when his favourite novel somehow came to life. Not before he met the Hero and his cohort. Valen screamed as the pain and agony of his arms being torn off suddenly became unbearable. Valen soon saw dark, he was losing consciousness. System Alert! Achievement reached New Skill unlocked! Berserker [??? Rank] Name: Valen Arrenhoun Age: 17 Sex: Male Race: Human Rank: Awakened G Rank Potential: [???] Skills: Berserker... Manuals: None

What if every awkward compliment, every desperate act of "niceness," and every cringe-worthy attempt to impress a girl could make you… stronger? For Kim Jeon Il, the world’s most delusional "nice guy," this nightmare (or dream?) just became reality. Kim Jeon Il’s life as a 17-year-old simp was painfully ordinary—until a glitchy app called [RISE OF THE SIMP] hijacked his phone. Suddenly, his "good guy" antics—complimenting dresses, doing homework for crushes, white-knighting strangers—earn him "Simp Coins" to boost his stats, unlock skills, and even alter his appearance. But when his school transforms overnight into a battleground of superhuman student council members, spell-slinging bullies, and martial arts prodigies, Jeon Il realizes two things: 1. The world isn’t the one he remembers. 2. Simping might just be his only shot at survival. Gone are the days of boring classrooms and mundane drama. Now, strength rules everything: Student Council Overlords: They bench-press cars, duel with enchanted katanas, and enforce their will with fists crackling with Qi. Magic in the Hallways: Witch covens hex rivals, illusionists prank entire classes, and the quiet girl in the back? She’s a telekinetic time bomb. From martial arts dojos masquerading as gyms to secret auctions for cursed artifacts, the hidden world is brutal, bizarre, and nothing like the anime Jeon Il binge-watched. Armed with a cracked phone, a jawline upgraded by 2 Simp Points, and zero dignity, Jeon Il will learn the hard way: in this world, simping isn’t a choice—it’s a survival skill "In a world where strength defines destiny, the ultimate power might just lie in embracing the cringe."

Edmund Aldrich has spent his life trapped in the shadows of his past, never expecting anything—or anyone—to change his fate. That is until he meets Elora Noelle, a woman as breathtaking as she is mysterious. She isn’t just another fleeting presence in his life—she is the force that shakes his world, the light that pierces his darkness. But she is also something more… his immortal soulmate. Bound by destiny yet torn by secrets, their love is tested by forces beyond their control. When Elora is faced with an impossible choice—Edmund’s love or the haunting truth behind his past—everything they’ve built is at risk of unraveling. As painful memories resurface, Edmund must confront the secrets Elora has kept hidden and decide whether love is truly stronger than fate. Can they defy destiny and rewrite their story, or will the past forever hold them captive? In a tale of passion, sacrifice, and undying devotion, their love will be tested like never before. . . . *A part from story* I kiss her again, then move down her jawline to her neck. I trace my fingers across the thin skin of her collarbone. She closes her eyes, her cheeks are flushed and she bury her fingers in my warm hair. Telling me how much she likes this, likes me, loves me... "I have loved you for a very long time, Edmund", she whispers against my breath. "From even before that farewell. And that's why I insisted Charlie on taking me to the farewell so that I could meet you." Meeting her again was never a coincidence. Her words surprised me. "But I was at the farewell you know." "Yeah I got to know that but not before I met you the day of our introduction and I read your mind." I smile. I don't know why I smile but thinking about all these, how we met and how we fell for each other makes me smile. But it came out bit like a chuckle. She laughs. When she laughed I wanted her again. I love the sound of her laugh. I take both her hands on both of mine. "Pretty dramatic way of founding each other I see." "Surely". "Oh wait! I'm thinking I'll take that as my inspiration for my novel." "OH MY GOD! EDMUND." She laughs even louder this time. . . Cover credit: Author Hesreth

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time--or the cell phone. Whatever. We're talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts. And I didn't just send them to some random person I'll never see again. No. That would be too easy. I sent them to Milo Ives. The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies--and my brother's lifelong best friend. And, boy oh boy, has he grown up. He's hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom. Deflower me, please? I said. Yeah. Send help.

Justin Keifer del Valle Montemayor, is the ultimate definition of lowkey gwapo. Sun-kissed skin, chiseled abs, sharp jawline, at mga matang tila laging may itinatagong kwento—hindi maitatanggi ang appeal niya. Pero kahit pa bagay siyang maging campus heartthrob, he's not interested. JK is introverted, nonchalant, at masaya na sa kanyang tahimik na mundo. Ang priority niya? Studies at sarili niya, wala nang iba. On the other hand, Maria Eunice Villareal Aragon, is his complete opposite. Maganda, bubbly, at sikat sa kanilang campus, Mae is the life of the party. Marami ang humahanga sa kanya, pero kahit gaano karami ang admirers niya, her heart is set on just one person—si Markus Zein, ang outgoing at charming bunsong kapatid ni JK. Determined to get closer to Markus, Mae comes up with a plan—gagamitin niya si JK bilang tulay. Simple lang dapat, kasi sino ba naman ang hindi mabibighani sa charm niya? Pero habang mas napapalapit siya kay JK, Mae starts to realize there's more to him than his tahimik at aloof na personality. Beneath his nonchalant demeanor is someone warm, sincere, at unexpectedly nakakakilig. Unti-unti, Mae finds herself questioning her own heart. Ngayon, Mae is torn. Will she follow her original plan or take a chance on the nonchalant boyfriend she never expected to fall for? Because sometimes, love finds you most unexpectedly—even in the arms of your nonchalant boyfriend.

"Have you ever lied to me crown prince?" A woman with soft brown waves spread on the grassy field asked. She was staring at the peaceful moonlit sky, enjoying the calm company of the man beside her. If she turned her head to look into his eyes, she would have noticed a momentary flicker in his eyes. "You think I would?" The slender man, caressed her head gently as his husky voice fell into her ears, filling her face with a gentle smile. She raised her hand to touch his defined jawline. Under the Petalwood both of them exchanged a loving look between each other. --------------------------------- "You hate me." He wasn't asking. He stated facing the woman he just couldn't stop loving. He felt helpless as the icicle turned sharper and sharper before finally piercing through his heart. Yet he was unwilling. Unwilling to hurt her. And at this point he couldn't defend himself without hurting her. Her eyes that had always gazed back at him with nothing but indifference and hatred, made him feel clueless. "They say eyes never lie. They must have never seen yours." She spoke coldly, a mocking smile lacing her lips, as she pushed the icicle further with her ice essence. Author's Note - Cover made by AI

Quin stared at the beautiful figure encased in ice. Truly there was not another who compared to her perfection. Quin could not stop himself as he reached his hand out and traced her jawline. He felt a breeze caress his face. But it wasn't a breeze. The smoke of frozen breath appeared from the statues' mouth. She was alive.

Theo Greene is the kind of person everyone on campus seems to know—and like. A sophomore theater major with a passion for helping others and dancing, Theo lives his life with an open heart and an open mind. Whether it’s helping his classmates rehearse lines, offering snacks during late-night study sessions, or smiling at strangers in the dining hall, Theo believes that kindness is its own kind of magic. But his optimism is put to the test when Caleb Rivera walks into his life—or rather, into their shared dorm room. Caleb, a junior, who for some reason is still living on campus and is getting paired with Sophomores for dorms, is a chemical engineering major and the university’s star soccer player, is Theo's polar opposite in every way. Known for his smoldering (tangled getting to me bro) good looks, sharp jawline, and piercing gaze, Caleb is as popular as he is unapproachable. He keeps most people at arm’s length, speaking only when necessary and letting his reputation do the talking. Rumors swirl about his cold demeanor—some say he’s arrogant, others claim he’s a serial killer. The truth? Caleb just doesn’t care enough to correct them, he's just a chill guy. Theo quickly discovers that Caleb’s standoffishness isn’t limited to strangers. Caleb ignores him whenever possible, leaving their dorm in chaos, coming and going without explanation, and offering little more than gruff one-word responses to Theo's friendly gestures. It’s a frustrating dynamic, especially for someone like Theo, who is just trying to be nice. The only time Caleb shows a hint of warmth is when he’s with his two younger brothers, Jake and Lucas, one of a freshman and the other a sophomore and one of Theo's good friends. Theo watches with curiosity and envy as Caleb transforms around them—his sharp edges softening, his rare smile breaking through the facade. It’s clear he loves his brothers fiercely, even if he keeps the rest of the world at bay. Determined to crack the mystery of Caleb Rivera, Theo starts to notice things that don’t add up. The way Caleb’s eyes linger when he thinks no one’s looking. The rare moments of quiet vulnerability, like when Caleb flips through an old, well-worn journal or stares out the window, lost in thought. And then there’s the night Theo overhears Caleb defending him to a group of students mocking his kindness. That moment changes everything. Theo's curiosity turns into something deeper—an unshakable desire to understand Caleb, to figure out why he’s built such high walls around himself. Despite Caleb’s icy demeanor, Theo refuses to give up. He starts leaving small acts of kindness for Caleb to stumble upon: a cup of coffee on a stressful morning, ironing his shirts, or a note of encouragement slipped into one of Caleb’s textbooks. At first, Caleb brushes them off, but slowly, begrudgingly, he starts to let his guard down. What starts as awkward exchanges about soccer games and theater projects evolves into something deeper—confessions of childhood dreams, fears, and the weight of expectations. Theo learns that Caleb’s coldness isn’t born of arrogance but of pain—an armor forged by betrayal and heartbreak. Caleb, in turn, discovers that Theo's kindness is not a naïve veneer but a choice—a strength rooted in his own battles with loneliness and rejection. As their connection grows, so do the challenges they face. Caleb’s popularity puts them under the microscope of campus gossip, and misunderstandings threaten to drive a wedge between them. Theo struggles with his own insecurities, wondering if he can ever be enough for someone like Caleb, while Caleb wrestles with the fear of letting someone in only to lose them. Through it all, Theo finds himself falling for the boy who once seemed incapable of love, and Caleb discovers that maybe he doesn’t hate everyone after all. This is unrecognizable by yours truly.

Legends foretold, the spark of light Fallen from the heavens to bring delight Those who follow in her goddess's light Shall be brought to lands that heavens compare Darkness however knows they won't fare Against this gracious sunbeam's shimmering might Snuff this ember before ruin is brought upon the dark Go forth, my faithful beast of darkness! Engulf the spark before it destroys us all! _ One of heart, one of mind, one wish that made the heavens open their pearly gates. A miracle, born to lead the world into a new age of peace for the light elves. Unfortunately, that would mean the end for the dark elves. The crimes of their ancestors were pushed down through generations. The new age of peace has no place for half-demons, someone must put an end to the newborn Messiah. Unfortunately for Philomel, this death sentence of a mission was pushed to her, courtesy of the Chief's son, Asclepius. Asclepius, an ambitious, short-sighted dark elf, determined to bring the dark elves to their former glory. A person Philomel made the mistake of pissing off. Dragging along the oblivious entrance guard, (Amon) they begin their emotional rollercoaster of a journey. Daggers in hands, can they become the villains their tribe so badly needs, or will the guilt finally drag them under? _ A voice bellowed and screeched from all around him. It sounded like a million cries through the echoes of a cave, that shrieked as it spoke. The shadows reach out toward the blood-red sky, forming a huge dark figure, the figure of a roaring dragon. Its eyes shine through all the darkness, one a brilliant blue, the other a golden yellow, slits of black in the middle, when the dragon blinks, it blinks sideways. From the corner of the eyes to the other corner, rather than one eyelid to the other. " Was anything but pleasant." The distorted voice of his father reminded him as the dragon stomped around. Each stomp crushed the homes of many and killed screaming villages. " Is this what you wish for? Is this what your heart desires?" The disfigured voice questioned. __ " I win." Philomel smugly whispers to Lenny. Completely pleased with herself before noticing Lenny's heart rate beating against her own, matching her speed but was off her pace. It felt like her heart was pounding at an unnatural speed which felt scary but at the same time interesting. She barely noticed Lenny's hazel eyes sparkling as his shocked expression slowly melts into a blissful goofy smile. Her attention finally returned to Lenny when his chiseled jawline moved closer to her. Lenny's head leans forward kissing Philomel on the cheek as he stares at her with such soft eyes. Philomel instantly blushes as she gasps at the sudden kiss. Her lips trembling trying to think of something to say but her brain malfunctioned. Lenny let out a deep chuckle as he ran a hand through his mahogany chestnut brown hair, extremely happy at Philomel's cute reaction. _ There will be romance but it would be slow-paced since it's friends to lovers. No smut scenes. There will be battles and tons of emotional trauma. Super in the middle can go both ways. This book is experimental writing. It shall be written in script format, detailed, and have a rhythmic beat/freestyle poem to certain scenery descriptions. The story shall also have switched target audience, where certain chapters are tailored to male/ female readers. There will be a notice to inform which chapters are which. Female Tailored Chapters (FTC) will have more cute scenes between characters. Male Tailored Chapters (MTC) will have battle based on the Dungeon and Dragon format where the victory or defeat of a match is based on a dice roll. Upload Every Saturday I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com and Inkitt. ______________________________________________

The starry night sky was graced with a gorgeous full moon . A serene and calm atmosphere befitting a night of love for the wolves who had found their mates but not for the Moon Road pack the most powerful pack in the west. " Howl! Howl! Howl! " Dangerous grieved cries of Drake and his pack cut through the silent night like a knife ready for the kill. ______a while before " Bella, my love" Drake said coquettishly as he snaked his hands slyly around Isabella's waist to hold her tightly in his embrace from behind. He leaned into the crock of her neck inhaling her scent which intoxicated him. " Drake ! What are you doing?" She scolded trying to hold back a blush with her half revealed shy smile. " Izzy why are you calling me like that again?" He complained as he turned to face her with a mischievous smile. Then she said still with her back facing Drake, " I know you're excited and desperate even. You probably can't wait to mark me. You've waited for all this time. Don't come up with any naughty ideas now when there's just a few minutes to go" " But I just wanted to hold you " Drake said coquettishly as if he was a little boy caught stealing candy. * I just wanted to hold her. Is that not even allowed? * He thought probably pouting in his mind. _______ Who would have thought that the godly feared Alpha Drake Nillocks of the Moon Road pack known to be unapproachable yet inresistible would be swayed of his feat by a simple woman from his pack just like that after an encounter in which he almost killed her. Drake is tall. Very tall even for a wolf male. He has an intense shade of black shiny hair that looks bluish when turned right towards light reaching the middle of his neck . His vibrant green eyes that could suck the soul out of anyone with just a glare, his thin kissable rouge lips coupled with his straight jawlines made him to die for. He has the fit body of an alpha. He is very masculine having muscles in all the right places. From his straight neck to his broad shoulders and firm arms to his wide chest and abs all giving way for his slim waist line coupled " Drake it's not allowed for the groom to see her bride before the ceremony why then are you here. Jeez ! Do you know you're calling bad luck to come right at our door step" she sighed softly. " I can only pray nothing bad happens" ______Isabella is a very beautiful she wolf. With an average height of a wolf and straight dark brown hair that reaches the middle of her back that isn't a rare look in Moon Road pack but her gorgeous face was something that could get everyone wowing at a glance. She had a round plum face with a pair of crystal clear almond shaped amber eyes, a cute high bridge pionted nose, straight thin brows and her very long lashes that made her a top class seductress with every blink couple with a pair of natural cherry red lush lips she was a beauty of all kinds of beauties. Cute, elegant, classic, hot , sexy, gorgeous she was all in all. Isabella came from an average family in the Moon Road pack. As every she wolf's dream she only hoped that after she got her wolf on her coming of age she would be able to find her mate and live a simple life filled with love with him. On her eighteenth birthday, Izzy finally got her wolf 'Alma' and in her excitement she shifted immediately and run into the woods to experience her new physiques agility. She probably didn't expect to meet and even crush into the feared Alpha of her pack that she had never seen. Yet that strong masculine rainy scent and foresty green eyes could never leave her mind till they finally met again at her door step when he'd traced her scent to her home. ______mating ceremony The ever awaited mating ceremony didn't come out as expected. Rather than joy the Moon Road pack were scarred for a lifetime. Sworn to avenge his love, Drake spent two straight years in vegence until he smelled her " Why do I smell Isabella" Drake exclaimed __ Why is he smelling Isabella? Isn't she dead

Melissa felt that her body is lighter than before. Anyway this is not my original body maybe that is why. She thought. That is not the case! A voice sounded behind her. Who is there, she asked turning around. There was no responses,. Maybe it was my imagination. She think. WRONG.. She heard the same voice again.. this time she is not hearing things. This voice is real.and why do I feel that the voice is inside my head?!! YOU ARE RIGHT... Melissa was loosing it. She shouted, who the f*ck are you?? The person behind the voice thought he has tease her enough and show his self. Melissa was shock! She was like: where did this fairy pop out from. She wipe her face, am I seeing things?. Because the person standing before her is too angelic. He has a deep sect eyes, Sharp eyebrows, long lashes, Sharp jawline and smooth fair skin with a delicate small pink lips. With his dark black hair, that castrated from his shoulder down to his lower waist. He simply look breathtaking. Words can't describe how handsome and powerful he look. Melissa look daze.. she was thinking ( is he even human)? The person in question was annoyed by her stare. Can you stop staring..? It's creepy.. Melissa came to her senses and snort. Don't be full of yourself. Do you think I'm staring at you..!? No.. I'm staring at the dirty on your face.. it's just too disgusting... she turn her head away. Mysterious man "....." What the heck.! You are too shameless . He said. I'm shameless? Huh.. do you look at your face?? It too dirty She snort. Although he knew that he has no dirty on his face, she look damn serious. He subconsciously check his self on the mirror.., and then.... Ah ..ah...ah...ah Fool you.. Melissa can't stop laughing. He Sigh.. In the thousands of years he has lived, no one has dare play trick on him like this. This is simply too much. *Cough*cough* He clear his throat, you don't want to know why I appear here..? He ask. looking mystical. Melissa stop laughing and look at him with a pensive gaze. She finally come to her mind. Mysterious man smile devishly. He has finally caught her. Hum. Melissa ask him. Who are you and what are you doing here, how do you get in here in the first place? I am your guardian ! Mysterious man smile devishly again. Melissa look stunned by the revelation. *. *. *. *. * All this while, mysterious man have appeared in his full form and was standing opposite her. Melissa was trying to stand up when she realizes that her legs were numb from sitting on her knees too long. It's was already too late when she try to adjust her body. She fall right into his arms . Mysterious man was stunned for a moment. Then he said, are you trying to seduce me..? With your poor seductive skill..?! He smiled; while Melissa gaze into his eyes, mesmerized by the sight. But that was soon over when she heard the last statement. She pushed him away and blush in embarrassment. _ but she soon fall back, because the man didn't borge from the push. Melissa "..." Is my arms that comfortable, he ask with a playful smile on his lip. Melissa was very embarrassed. This is pure torture. I can't even stand on my own. She Sigh. add the book to your collection to see new update.please leave comment and review. thank you for reading my book.

This is the story of Princess Ingrid of Ásjáheimr and Grand Commander Caym Fairburne of Sylvania Empire. ×××××××× [ R18: Mature content. ] The tradition of royal captivity started during the rule of the Second Emperor Ludwig in the Sylvania Empire, where descendants from various kingdoms were brought as 'symbols of peace'. The royal captives lived in an isolated palace provided with material luxury but devoid of freedom and future, like beautiful birds in locked in a jeweled cage. Ingrid is the First Princess of Ásjáheimr and the last royal captive of the Sylvania Empire. Having endured childhood abuse without receiving any help to heal her traumas, Ingrid has succumbed to depression. She lacks the desire to explore beyond her known life, cherishing her fragile peace as a royal captive over the thought of freedom. But how long can she stay this way? When Ingrid met Caym Fairburne, the Grand Commander of the Imperial Army of Sylvania, her little world have started to change. As they navigate the dangerous landscape of rebellion, war, power struggles, and mysterious divine interventions, Ingrid finds herself captivated by the Grand Commander who stands as strong as a fortress yet as warm as the sun. "I am a royal captive," Ingrid whispered, lowering her gaze. "You've already mentioned that, Your Highness," Caym remarked. Ingrid lifted her head once more. "Tell me, what is it that you're doing now?" she asked. "You are the Grand Commander. You shouldn't be entangling yourself with me, let alone be having this conversation with me." Caym tilted his head. "I suppose that's true. But as I said, I also don't know what I'm doing right now," he admitted. Ingrid observed Caym's dark hair, its strands capturing the ethereal glow of the moonlight. His amber eyes, with an intensity that mirrored the flames, held a gaze that seemed to penetrate the shadows. A chiseled jawline framed his face, adding a rugged yet commanding quality. His brows arched above those penetrating eyes, creating an expression that Ingrid could not read. "Grand Commander, you've suddenly become quite handsome in my eyes," Ingrid remarked. "Don't you realize how precarious this is?" Caym remained silent for a few moments. "I believe I understand the peril in that," he finally said, his deep amber gaze locked on Ingrid. War looms on the horizon, love blooms amidst chaos, and political intrigue threatens to tear them apart. Their fates entwined, Caym and Ingrid must navigate treacherous waters, their encounter shaping the destiny of nations. ××××××××××× Extra tags: #dotingML #brokenFL #psychological #detailedworldbuilding #severalkingdoms #schemes #powerstruggles #divinebeings #complexplot #weaktostrong #mature

"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!" ................................................................................................................................................................... " ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said ................................................................. *** MATURE CONTENT*** warning After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her. As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response. The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed. ........... " come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding " no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Kylie prepared for school with much excitement, she had so much to share with Vera and Gideon. After her graduation, they all got a tattoo at Hartley's as an induction sign. She was at the top of her left breast and Vera said something crazy happened at school as well. After greeting her parents, Kylie rushed out to catch the earliest ride to school. On getting to school, the sky started pouring out light showers. Kylie tried running into the school building before the rain intensified and just then she noticed her shoelace was loose. She quickly bent down to have it fixed but suddenly she saw a boy wearing black sneakers standing in front of her with an umbrella over her head, there was thunder and the rain poured heavily drenching her partner. The scene drew the student's attention as they couldn't believe that the new mysterious handsome boy stood in the rain to protect Kylie. Kylie looked at his face and immediately she had a flash of the scene at the garden in Hartley's. She was lost in his beautiful dark eyes, his nose, jawline, and lips all gave perfection. "How are you doing Kyle?" Zayn said to gain her attention. " I. I'm fine" Kylie stuttered for the first time because of a boy. Zayn was loving his effect on Kylie. She was pretty, her dark ember eyes gave a seductive look, and her lips were small and pink, they looked rosy. He took his eyes down to her exposed fair and fleshy neck, he could perceive her cologne even from a distance.

Hitisha was married off to billionaire Donovan Williams out of her father's greed for money. Her father Mr Smith has always been greedy and has always put his selfish desires first in all situations and was always ready to make any compromises even if it costs his only daughter's happiness Title: A BILLIONAIRE WEDDING Genre: billionaire ROMANCE Trope: ARRANGED MARRIAGE Theme: REVENGE, OBSESSION, SECOND CHANCE Setting: MODERN DAY CITY, NEW YORK, 21st CENTURY Blurb: Hitisha’s life changed instantly when she was forced by her father to marry Donovan Williams, an arrogant billionaire. Life with Donovan was hard as he was very cold and disrespectful to her he would constantly remind her that he got her in exchange for a casino, and she was weak she would sometimes cry herself to sleep until she found comfort in the arms of her husband's younger brother. But when she became pregnant with her husband Donovan she was left to pick between telling him or keeping the child a secret and running away with her newfound love what would it be for her? Characterization: Hitisha(FL): Hitisha was a strong-willed and resilient young woman who faced numerous challenges throughout her life. She has dark brown eyes, a slim figure, and long black hair. Hitisha is forced into a marriage with Donovan, a powerful and influential billionaire, out of her father's greediness to own a casino in Donovans' hotel. Along the line, she falls in love with Donovan's younger brother Donovan Williams(ML): Donovan Williams is a billionaire with a reputation for being a tough businessman. physically he is tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and tight jawline. He has pierced Brown eyes that seem to always be sizing up those around him, and his cold manners make him seem unapproachable He married Hitisha in exchange for letting her father run a casino business inside his hotel for free. He was very possessive and only wanted her for revenge for slapping him when they were little Plot: Exposition: Hitisha's father is a big businessman and is looking to open a big casino at Mr Donovan's hotel because Donovan has lots of wealthy and influential friends. Inciting Incident: After Hitisha’s father met Donovan Williams he agreed and said he would allow him in exchange for his daughter Hitisha and asked Mr Smith to sign an ultimatum Rising Action: Hitsha's life with Donovan Williams was a living hell. He was always possessive of her and always wanted her to satisfy his sexual urge. Hitisha found comfort and solace in the hands of his younger brother, Drew. Spending time with him led her to unlock some secrets about her husband Climax: Hitisha found out she was pregnant but was scared to tell her husband because he always told her he was not ready for a child. So she was in between telling him or running away with her newfound love Denouncement: After enough thinking hitisha chose to drop a note for her husband to tell him how she lost her first baby all because of him and that she's presently pregnant and leaving the house because she's tired of how he maltreats her and she now knows why he hates kids so she's not ready to give up her second child. Donovan in a completely confused shape left the house in a hurry after seeing the note, He sent Hitisha messages and kept calling her without an answer when she called him back he begged her to give him a chance to make amends for everything he begged her to give him 2months benefit of the doubt and after that, if she is not convinced enough to stay with him he won't stop her from leaving but she shouldn't leave him just yet she came back and he showered her with so much love and affection she fell for him even before the time he gave her she kept her having an affair with his brother a forever secret and she begged his brother to also move on he allowed her to go but left the house. Hitisha gave her husband a second chance and they live happily with their baby

caution: R-18 substance) *NO MAJOR Misconception* *Solid FEMALE LEAD "Consider it, you do not have anything to lose after you marry me. I'm appealing, awesome in bed. I can cook, handle errands and in specific I'm committed." Yan Mei brought down her head and her eyes were some way or another void. "You're a not too bad person, you justify a not too bad life partner, not Satan restore." Yan Mei said as she smiled. Lei Zhao mumbled and raised her jawline so she can investigate his eyes. "Okay, I'm not joking. I have to be marry you with the objective that I can ruin you. I got to see you smile like that day at the club, I realize you do not review me however since I saw you that day, I ensure myself to fulfill this woman. I got to protect you and defend you from the storm. Moreover, I would or maybe not see that irritation in your eyes. Permit me to fulfill you Alright?" Yan Mei's heart suddenly avoided a pound, no one at any point said that he will over-indulge her and defend her not to specify protect her from the deluge. She has been hurt and all she needs is to develop her control with the objective that she can major ranges of quality for be revenge be that as it may directly some person said he will defend her. In spite of the reality that she realized it was imposter, she had a inspiration to assent to this suggestion. She chuckled at herself when she caught on she was considering almost his suggestion. Men will allure you with words and by the day's conclusion, drop you into the pit of wretchedness. Yan Mei realized this the foremost troublesome way conceivable, no she won't confront this challenge once more. ** Lei Zhao took a gander at the youthful woman who was crying and his heart harmed. His principal reason for being in this relationship is to fulfill her in any case by and by he has failed. He felt like some person has dropped a major stone on his heart, he was incapable to unwind. He steadily walked towards Yan Mei and maneuvered her into his arms. "Meimei, If you don't mind acknowledge my statements of regret," he communicated gently as in spite of the fact that he was on edge almost the plausibility that that the basic sound of his voice will alert her. Seeing that the woman in his arms was hyperventilating from crying Lei Zhao got startled. He raised her head and caught her lips. he continuously kissed her as in spite of the fact that he required to etch her want for his soul. Yan Mei expanded her eyes when she caught on that Lei Zhao was kissing her. She lifted her hand and endeavored to drive him absent in any case Lei Zhao held her hand and created the kiss. Yan Mei who was contradicting out of no place turned out to be sensitive and stopped fighting. Lei Zhao was misplaced in excitement, basically a single bit of this woman causes him to let totally go. he taken after the kiss to her neck as he sucked to some degree. Yan Mei moaned inenchant, "mmhmm...." Lei Zhao groaned when he listened her. He scooped her into his arms and walked towards the room. ***** Yan Mei has reliably acknowledged that reverence may be a trap within the wake of getting harmed by the individual she cherished the foremost. From that point forward her heart has changed into ice. She trusts that as long as she doesn't drop head over heels she will not get harmed within the future. Lei Zhao is the Chief of Interstellar corps the most arrive organization in the nation. He misplaced his kin in a disaster and his way better half cleared out him that exceptionally day. From that point forward he became apathetic with respect to everything around him.

Kalista was invited to a party which was located at a club, she didn't feel like her usual self and went to the bathroom to freshen up.. she went into an open stall and caught sight of an appealing, tall man with a well-defined jawline and an enticing stubble... he was shirtless and had reached the climax right when she opened the stall door. It was all over his stomach dripping.. she then got super horny just by watching him.

Warning:This book contains mature content. ... I want you, despite the danger signals... Young and sheltered Amberlynn Hale, who had been protected possessively all her life by her father, finally received the freedom she had always craved for on the night of her eighteenth birthday. And that single act of rebellion changed everything about her life when she met Draco Birmingham. ... Draco Birmingham was one of the wealthiest billionaires in the city and not even the police could interfere in his business. He was ruthless, cold, merciless, the kind of man ladies desired. And he had a dark secret no one knew about. When he saw Amber that particular night, the lust that took hold of him was unexpected and he swore to have a taste of her that night. Never did he expect that he would end up marrying her a few weeks later. Amber can't deny the sizzling chemistry she feels anytime Draco is beside her and she hoped she would finally get a shot at happiness... until she discovered the deadly secret shrouding Draco's life. Not only was Draco an ancient vampire who had managed to perfectly fool the public with his young appearance, he also had a deadly goal, a goal that originated from something that happened years ago. This goal was to destroy the sworn enemy of the vampires if she ever got reincarnated. As if fate was playing a cruel joke on them both, it turned out that Amber wasn't human like everyone thought. She was the reincarnation of Draco's sworn enemy, Andromeda the last pure blooded witch. Now Draco finds himself torn between love and duty. What choice would he make? Was he willing to kill the woman he loved before she became a threat to the vampires? Or would he risk the entire race of vampires for the sake of love? Excerpt... "Your lips are so perfect Amber",Draco murmured against her ear, his hot breath fanning her neck and making her spine tingle. His hot lips trailed down her jawline, nipping lightly at the soft skin until he hovered over her lips. Amber shut her eyes in anticipation and arched her back. Her lips parted with a throaty moan. "Draco",she whined when Draco just stared at her in silence, his blue eyes filled with so much passion and intensity. She gasped breathlessly when his large palms grabbed her hips and tugged her sharply against his hard erection. "I've crossed the line Amber and there's no going back",Draco whispered against her lips. "Stop me now before it's too late" Amber tightened her arms around his neck and rubbed against the bulge in his pants. Draco's groan of pleasure gave her a feeling of satisfaction and she opened her lust clouded eyes. "Claim me Draco",she whispered huskily and guided his hand to her wet entrance. "Mark me and make me yours" Draco's blue eyes flickered and bled black as he felt the dampness between her legs. His fangs slowly emerged and with a muttered oath, he slammed his lips on hers.