Chest Breathing

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

The whispers picked up again, louder this time, like they were trying to fill the silence with stories and speculation. “Do you think she’s new?” “I heard she’s a transfer student.” “She doesn’t look like she belongs here.” “Why is Hayden even looking at her?” I clenched my pen tightly, forcing myself to take deep, steady breaths. I didn’t know what was happening or why they had singled me out, but one thing was certain—I was in over my head. When the bell finally rang, I practically bolted out of the classroom, hoping to avoid any more encounters with them. But as I turned the corner, I heard his voice, low and amused. “Leaving so soon?” I froze, my heart thundering in my chest as I turned to see Hayden leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His friends stood a few feet behind him, their expressions varying from curious to downright predatory. Aurora Bennett, a new transfer student at Silver Crest Academy, never expected to become the center of attention. Whispers follow her wherever she goes, especially about Hayden Carter, the school’s most notorious and mysterious student. When their paths cross, Aurora finds herself caught in a dangerous web of intrigue and power. As tensions rise and her place in the school becomes more uncertain, Aurora realizes one truth: getting involved with Hayden and his friends could change her life forever. But will she be able to handle the consequences of standing up to him—or will she regret it?

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

I was betrayed by the person I loved the most. Her cold gaze remains etched into my chest, a stinging memory that haunts me. Everything we once shared seems to have meant nothing to her. I often wonder: did it really have to come to this? The answer lies in the sword pierced through my chest, a cruel reminder as I face the empty gaze of the one who is supposed to be the love of my life. With every step I take towards her, kneeling and struggling to get up, pain courses through my body like poison. Every movement feels like endless agony; my senses fade and darkness begins to cloud my vision. I take what remains of my sword, a useless piece of metal, and get close enough to stab her chest. With my last strength, I whisper, “I hope that if there is an afterlife, I never fall in love again…” Two bodies lie slumped, a man and a woman, trapped in a tragic fate.

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

Chen Fei looked at the bewildering number of people in front of him who desperately practiced boxing to become a master, sighing. "Compete? I don't think so. My motto is never to stand when you can sit." So the panel answered his call. "Extreme Mountain Fist Technique simplification in progress... simplification successful... Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique" "Extreme Mountain Breathing Method simplification in progress... simplification successful... Breathing" Chen Fei took a deep breath. "Extreme Mountain Breathing Method experience +1." "...So I can cultivate by breathing alone?"

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

The new book, "The Arrogant and Cute Princess: Your Highness is so Cunning" has been published -- back then, she was innocent and naive, doing everything she could, hoping that he would notice her. Later on, in her anger and embarrassment, she snapped: "Chen Yiran, take your hands off me. Do you think I’m still that ignorant young girl?" With a devilish smile, he leaned in to seal her lips with his and whispered: "Hmm... you've long since become an innocent woman."

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

[Ding !! Euro Breather System Unlocked]  [One breath = 1 euro]  [Level 1 : Please use  100,000 Euros to level up] As Jack made his way back to his small apartment from his part-time work, he couldn't help but be amazed by a panel that materialized before his eyes. Despite his best efforts to dismiss the idea of such imaginary thing, his thrifty side begged him to believe in it. Coming from Australia after obtaining a scholarship to attend a highly esteemed German high school. All he had was a life without parents. He may expect his life to undergo a radical transformation now that he got a cheat system. Join my discord : https://discord.gg/aDAUyXxqEd Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and organizations are imaginary and any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. The narrative is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect real-life occurrences or perspectives.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

[The System has arrived on your habitable planet, known as ‘Earth.’] [In five seconds, monsters from countless realms will invade Earth.] [Remaining Time: 5 seconds.] [You can now view your attributes, talents, abilities, and skills by simply thinking about them.] [Kill monsters, and you might survive.] “Monsters?” Damian’s breathing quickened as the pain in his chest grew sharper. On the day of the Awakening, humanity was forced to defend against an invasion of countless monsters from the towers that connected realms across the multiverse. While billions of people died helplessly, billions more seized the opportunities hidden behind the horrors spilling out of the gates. Leveling up, growing stronger, awakening talents, learning supernatural skills, changing one's very race, and even achieving immortality all became possibilities. But for Damian, who was suffering from a sickness that would kill him within a few years, the Awakening was a curse. While other humans awakened powerful talents, hunted monsters, and evolved, Damian remained talentless, a liability and a burden the awakened had to carry. Damian never wanted to be seen as weak or useless, but what could he do? He was dying. If only he had awakened a talent or at least possessed a stronger body, he might have been able to level up and cure his sickness. But he couldn’t. All that would change when a mysterious figure set him on a path that would lead him to his true destiny. Witness the rise of a warrior who would make countless men tremble in fear. Witness the rise of a monster who would force every race, every being, and every existence to kneel. Witness the rise of the Champion. Tags: [System], [Towers], [level up], [Classes], [Monsters], [Vampires], [Werewolves], [Yokai], [Dragons], [Demons], [Angels], [Gods]. [Rare Bloodlines], [unique Abilities], [Regression], [Survival], [Mystery], [Time Travel], [reincarnation], [Overpowered], [Martial Arts], [Magic], [Cultivation], [Murim], [Hell & Heaven], [Progenitors].

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

From fleeing for your safety and enrolling in a school filled with psychopaths… to being claimed by a deranged alpha prince? Yeah, you’re better off dead. • . • Jules’ life was picture perfect until his entire family got murdered all of a sudden, with him being the only survivor. A savior swooped In because he was still in immense danger, and that led to Jules taking on a new identity and becoming a completely different person overnight— and enrolling into Carnivals, a prestigious all-boys school for all supernatural beings. In Carnivals, monsters lurk the dark hallways and the strong preyed on the weak. You either become a predator or a prey… and from one look at Jules— a boy too pretty for his own good, with a slender and petite build, it was obvious that he was gonna be eaten alive by the predators. Here comes Blaze, a wolf who sends shivers down every predator’s spine in the school, an insanely hot Alpha who was as dangerous and deranged as the rumors claimed. He took one glance at Jules and decided there and then that Jules belonged to him. *** I inched backwards, eyes widening even more as my eyes zeroed in on the smirk tugging at the side of his lips. Blaze never smiled, and whenever he does, it never meant anything good. My heartbeat quickened as I scrambled backwards even more, breath stuttering to a stop as he began to narrow the distance between us. In no time, my back was plastered against the cold wall and that was when it hit me right in the chest that I was cornered and ensnared, like an actual prey… by none other than Blaze, when I had thought my life couldn’t get any worse. He towered over me effortlessly, emitting so much dominance and I had to tilt my head backwards for me to be able to meet his dark eyes, and my breath hitched when our eyes locked. He leaned down and my eyes snapped closed at once as I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. I’ve heard all the horrifying, endless rumors about him. He was an Alpha Prince whose presence someone like me should never be in. When I felt the tip of his cold nose glide over the length of my throat, my mouth fell open to release a startled gasp. He dragged in a long, audible breath and I felt a shiver rattle down my spine as I grew even stiffer, confusion clouding my mind. What was happening? Why was he doing this out of nowhere? Oh my gosh… he really was a deranged alpha like everyone says! *** THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as: - Bullying. - Drug use. - Smut [a whole lot of it.] - Violence. - Harem [not between the main characters.] So… proceed with caution, you’ve been warned! *I don’t own the rights to the cover!

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

Calion, a man shrouded in mystery, travels across the lands of Arda, bearing an invisible burden. When he crosses paths with Aragorn, their fates intertwine, awakening ancient secrets that could disrupt the fragile balance of Middle-earth.

In this new Series based off of, “The Ritual - The Moon Queen Book 1” fall in love with the story of Nike. An exciting, steamy, story of love and blood shed, that will make you get lost in her world as she goes through life with the God of War. — “You’re mine now, Nike. Every part of you, belongs to me.” His large hand bracketed my throat and he pushed me harder against the wall. “Your lips, mine,” he pressed his mouth against mine. “Every inch of skin, mine,” he kissed me roughly again. “Every hair on that precious head of yours, is mine.” Now his kiss was softer, he moved our lips together slowly, and pushed his solid chest closer to me, as if it were possible. “Every moment your eyes roll back in pleasure, is mine. Do you understand, little wolf,” he was almost snarling, but it wasn’t mean. He was holding himself back, trailing kisses down my neck, to my already marked collar bone. Ares pulled my waist to his now, holding my leg around him. Every part of me wanted him, “yes, Ares.” He gave me a devilish smirk, his red eyes looking back and fourth at mine, “good.” My heart rate sped up, and I searched his eyes for any hint of his next move. He took a moment to push stray, strands of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder. The realization of what he was doing hit me, and my breaths started becoming short, and fast. He placed a few more gentle kisses over my shoulder. His hand cupped my face, holding my jaw and he moved my head to the right. Before I knew what was happening a searing hot pain raked through me. Like I had fallen into a pool of boiling water, my claws extended and dug into his chest and bicep. He groaned, but it sounded more pleasurable than pain.

In a world governed by cultivation and martial prowess, Aarik, a humble orphan, discovers a mysterious artifact hidden in the ruins of his village. Marked by a fiery sigil on his chest, he embarks on a journey to uncover the secrets of the Eternal Flame—a forgotten power capable of reshaping the realms. But as his destiny intertwines with ancient forces, he finds himself pursued by ruthless sects and a shadowy organization determined to control his newfound power.

In a world where martial arts thrive, my name is Ye Zi—Ye Ziye, Ye Zizi. To achieve my current strength, I sacrificed everything and pushed myself beyond all limits. One by one, the companions and rivals who once stood as my equals have fallen behind. Yet still, it’s not enough!

BANTER "Damn right, I'm pretty," Luna said with a confident smirk. Her mischievous pride faltered at his response. "I said petty," Alexander's voice was cold but amused, arms crossed over his chest. Her smile sharpened, daring, as she leaned into the banter. "Lucky for you I'm not what I once was, or you'd be spending eternity as my pet puppy." Her words carried a teasing edge, testing him, pushing for a reaction. But Alex's expression darkened, the amusement in his eyes disappearing as he leveled his gaze at her. "Convenient for you gods-twisting the lives of others for your needs." His words, spoken with quiet bitterness, struck a nerve. For a moment, guilt twisted inside Luna as she recalled how those she once called kin-gods, her juniors-had toyed with his life for their selfish desires. Before the regret could settle in, Alexander continued, his tone unwavering. "Maybe that's the reason you're in this condition." The accusation hung heavy between them, cutting through whatever lightness their exchange once held. BREATHLESSNESS In a moment where the tension between them reached its breaking point, Alexander's hand shot forward, grabbing her by the throat. His grip was firm but not cruel-no intent to harm. Instead, he pulled her closer, and before Luna could register what was happening, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was deep, forceful, searing through every fiber of her being. She forgot whose air she was breathing, her powerlessness overshadowed by the sheer intensity of his touch, of their connection. In that stolen breath, it was no longer clear who held the upper hand. What happens when a fallen ancient goddess and a love-scarred Alpha collide? When the lines between power, passion, and vulnerability blur, neither can anticipate the outcome. This book , next series of THE ILL FATED LOVERS and its volume THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS brings you the wild, darkly funny, and irresistibly intense tale .Read to see who ends up holding the power-and whose heart gets broken first.

Lizzie thought nothing could be worse than being rejected by her mate. She was wrong. Cast aside by her mate, her father and aunt deemed her unworthy, selling her to settle a family debt—a transaction that delivered her into the hands of their enemy. Ruthless. Powerful. Unforgiving. Lizzie could imagine what would happen to her once she’s brought to her new captor. She expected pain, exhaustion, and even death—but he brought her desires she had never felt before. But one thing for sure. She belongs to him. … Rowan had clawed his way to power. Being the leader of the largest and most feared pack in the world, his reputation as Harbinger of Chaos and Death was nothing to laugh at. Prophesied to be without a mate, he suffered from bloodlust and pain. That was until Lizzie appeared—something about her scent bewitched him, awakening something primal within himself. What began as a mere arrangement has turned into something twisted. Rowan’s obsession has no bounds, and he will do whatever it takes to keep Lizzie by his side, whether she wants him or not. … “You can run. You can hide. But you will never escape me.” His voice was deep, a low rumble that echoed in the dark. I stumbled back, my breath catching as my shoulders hit the cold wall behind me. But before I could turn to run, he was there—his towering frame blocking my path. His eyes locked onto mine filled with desire and predatory delight. “No,” I retorted. He stepped closer, pressing his body against mine, trapping me between the wall and his muscular chest. “You can deny it,” he growled against my ear. “But every breathe, every heartbeat, and every tear you spill—all of it is mine. You, Elizabeth Donovan, is mine. Forever.”

Pain.... Flashing images.... Memories mixing..... Cold....so cold Resentment.....so much resentment filling his bones..... 'If only I can do it again'

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

In a world where the past is shrouded in myth and the present is governed by unseen forces, a young boy awakens in the heart of a desolate jungle, the world around him disturbingly silent. With no memory of how he arrived, he finds a strange eye symbol glowing on his chest, a mark that feels both foreign and familiar. Fragmented recollections stir within him—a man in robes, a temple with pillars, and the eerie question: *"Are you ready?"* His hesitant but willing response, *"Yes, I am ready,"* haunts him as he struggles to piece together his forgotten past. As he stumbles through the jungle, a sense of foreboding overwhelms him, leading him to a distant plain where the sight that awaits is enough to freeze him in place. The world seems to hold its breath, and the boy is left alone with the faint remnants of a ritual long past, tied to ancient powers no one remembers. Unbeknownst to him, his awakening is the first ripple in a chain of events that will unearth forgotten secrets, challenge the very balance of the world, and set him on a path towards uncovering the true nature of the symbols that bind him. In the shadows of legends long faded, the boy's journey is only just beginning.

The cold snow slipped through his clothes and shoes, the frostbite slowly making him numb. Xue Huan tightly hugged a single chest, until he reached a cave. He walked deeper in to the gave, finally reaching a beautiful coffin. There lay a man, with pale skin that seemed whiter than the snow storm outside, colorless lips… it was a corpse. Xue Huan finally opened the chest, inside was a glowing jade. He laid the jade on the dead man's chest, mumbling some words until warm lights swallowed the room into a blinding sight… the dead man opened his eyes. Along with the awakened dead man, Xue Huan's memories were also awakened, the now alive man was the demon lord that was killed hundreds of years ago… who was awakened by his subornate, later falling in love with the main character.

She had lost everything in the fire. A fire caused by the ruthless tribrid alpha, a walking symbol of disaster. And all she had left was her crippled sister and to protect her, she volunteers to be sold in her sister's place. With a fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she makes it into her enemy's territory as his slave. She only has one mission in her heart: avenge her dead family members. There's only one problem. He's her fated mate. She's supposed to hate his guts but why does her body quake in desire at the wake of his enticing touch? With an attraction so dangerous, how will she war against her fate, especially since their souls are entwined together in a curse that is deeper than they can probably handle? ... My heart raced in my chest as he grabbed my wrist and directed the tip of my knife to his exposed chest. His face was so close to mine, I'd never been so aware of him and his overbearing attractiveness. His lips brushed mine when he leaned in. "Go ahead, firecracker. Do it," he said in a low voice, shivers racing down my spine. "I'll kill you," I spat, my chest heaving. He blinked , his expression stoic. "What are you waiting for, Arya?! Fucking do it!"

[#Loyalty] [# Captivity] [#Dark Romance] [#Betrayal] [ # Friendship] [# Rivalry] In the arms of the Don: a simple girls'love She felt his mild heart beat against her chest, and his warm breath caressing the side of her face. " I won't persuade you to speak further, or beat you for it. I'll let you speak at your own pace, and at the time you're comfortable to share it with me Amethyst, I won't hurt you----". His soothing, reassuring words echoed in her mind over and over again. The gentle wind, blew across the roof top, across them, making his reassuring words sink into her mind. She realized this wasn't a dream, or imagination, it was real.... " Is Amethyst up yet?"........ " Boss, no time for that...."..... " Don't tell me what to do!............. I get to ask for who I wanna ask....." He growled and got up fuming..... With a reputation for brutality and a charm that was impossible to resist, Don Diablo was the most feared and respected Mafia boss in the city. His chiseled features and piercing eyes, seemed chipped from granite, radiating an aura of unyielding power yet rumors of his hidden vulnerabilities and deep sense of loyalty had begun to circulate, leaving many to wonder what truly lay beneath his imposing exterior. When a Mafia leader falls for his captivating mistress, their whirlwind romance sparks a deadly game of loyalty, power and desire. Dive into the shadows with Don Diablo were loyalty and desire collide.

Ten years old Hinata Mitsuaki finds water as natural as breathing and only swims for himself with no desire of competing despite his formidable talent. Will circumstances awaken the sleeping beast lying deep within him?