Graze Dainsleif

[Warning: Mature Content] "Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?" "For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant." Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart. But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before. ---------------- Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :) Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters! ---------------- [Sneak Peek] He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. "Say you want me," he whispered. "Bai Ye—" I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth. Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree. "Bai Ye …" I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. "Of course I want you … Right here, right now." He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.

"People say I'm ruthless and insane, and they're not wrong. I am like that. Whoever stands in my way, I destroy them. Whoever blocks my path, I eliminate them, even if that person is my own father." Chase spoke with the cruelest words, yet his actions remained gentle as he continued spoon-feeding her porridge. He lifted her chin, staring into her eyes, "Do you know why I'm telling you this?”Paige's heart raced. She didn't want to know his secrets... Chase brushed aside a strand of hair from her forehead, his fingertip grazing her delicate skin. "Little one, welcome to my game world." His eyes gleamed with almost manic excitement. "Those who enter my world must abide by one rule-it's simple: you belong to me." Chase's finger rested on her cheek, his handsome face inching closer to hers, planting an icy kiss on her forehead. Hazel Haynes was adopted by William, a wealthy businessman. She was adopted to save his daughter's illness. When she turned eighteen and was no longer useful, She was sent to the slums and labeled as mentally ill. Years later,she crosses paths with Chase Black, one of the most powerful men in the country. He's even richer than the President, and has all powers and connections. He's handsome, attractive, and all women want him. All men envy him, but he's a devil in armani saves Hazel from a desolate island. Strangely, he takes her in because she bears an uncanny resemblance to someone from his past. Now she is hungry for revenge, people call her a psychopath, is she really a psychopath or the situation make her like this. Will she be able to take her revenge?

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] Amidst the clash of desire and betrayal, who will dare to sacrifice everything for the sake of love? With the ability to foresee the future, Tarah could propel kings to unprecedented heights of success or plunge them into the depths of irreversible failure. But when her kingdom fell, Tarah was forced to offer herself into servitude to her captor in exchange for her brother’s life, becoming a spy in a dangerous game against Ezekiel, the future Dragon King of Ebodia. Haunted by a prophecy of his doom by a woman’s hand, Prince Ezekiel has meticulously avoided female company throughout his life. However, everything changed when he met Tarah, the new fated Seer of Ebodia. Initially only caring about ruling the world, Ezekiel now finds himself strongly enamored by Tarah, at the risk of losing sight of his own goals. Caught between safeguarding her brother's life and the growing affection for the domineering ruler, Tarah faces a dilemma. Will she navigate this dangerous path, risking everything for her heart's desires? ********* Excerpt: "You can't escape me. There's nowhere in this world where you can hide from my reach," Ezekiel whispered, his breath warm against her neck. Her throat tightened as his lips grazed her skin. With a firm yet gentle grip on her chin, he tilted her head, urging her to meet his intense gaze, causing her heart to pound in her chest. "I'm here to make you remember every detail of the agony you've caused me," he declared. "Agony?!" she protested. "Yes, your cruel betrayal. Leaving me, breaking your promise..."

Kui lang's fingertip gently grazed his painting. Beautiful pair of blue gem like eyes seemed so lifelike. The glistening green tail shone brightly in the sunlight. "Beautiful...." Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed his fingertips. The lifelike tail swisher around slashing mist on his face, and the merman's blue eyes blinked down at him. Kui fell down from shock. "W-What.. what is this..." The merman tugged at his hand, and the next second, he was in a different world. The world he had drawn with his own hand.

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

[PAUSED: To be continued when I finish my ongoing book! Sorry for the inconveniences.] "I have claimed you, Anastasia. From now on, you can never go back to him. Think about me and start erasing unwanted memories of him." Mateo's breath grazed on her neck as he grabbed and pinned her to the wall. ~ ~ ~ On her boyfriend's promotion, Anastasia gave Noah, his dream car and he engaged her because of happiness. She thought her days of being in failed relationships was over but a night to her wedding, she visited Noah for an urgent matter but caught him on bed with another woman. Noah's affair had been going on even before their engagement, he has been cheating on her and has no regret. Anastasia loved him, she was willing to give him a second chance if he promised to change but it was the opposite for Noah as he rejected her and broke their wedding. Wandering in the harsh city of NY, Anastasia almost gave up, not until she crossed paths with Mateo Emerson, her ex-boyfriend's boss. Mateo was willing to hire her as his secretary in his multi-purpose company but he has terms and conditions. Can Anastasia keep up with it? What happens when Noah comes back for a second chance?

Caspian inched closer until his lips were mere inches away from Davina's, reeling her in to close the nonexistent gap between their mouths. "Have you ever been kissed, Dimitri?" He asked. Before Davina could lose control after Caspian's cold lips lightly grazed hers, she pushed him away and hurriedly stood up. "My Lord, this is highly unethical!" Her real voice nearly slipped out amid the chaos. "What's unethical about this?" Caspian's face lifted to form an innocent yet devilish smile, he seemed to be enjoying the reaction he got out of her. Flustered, Davina turned her back to him and took deep breaths before speaking more composedly. "We are both men and it wasn't ethical of you to try and... kiss me." The last bit came out as a whisper blown away by the wind. Caspian's chuckle echoed through the woods as he stood up from the bench and faced Davina with a smug look on his face. "Tell me, Dimitri, was I really trying to kiss a man just now?" "W-what do you mean?" Davina stumbled backward as she stared at Caspian in shock and disbelief, unsure of what to do to save herself from that situation. "Let me rephrase my question." Caspian delicately grazed Davina's cheeks with the back of his hand. "Are you really a man?" ***** With a bounty on her head and the need for a place to stay, Davina snuck into the castle of Lendorr, posing as a man in the royal army. Luckily for her, she was able to get away with her ruse easily that is, until she met the mysterious Lord Caspian. She is tasked with being one of his guards all while trying to avoid getting caught by the man who made it his life's mission to ruin her plan. Through a twisted game of deceit, Davina is forced to make a grave choice between Love and the REAL reason why she snuck into the castle.

In a world where the realms of Light and Shadow are at constant war, Seraphina, a powerful witch with a dark lineage, and Azrael, the fearsome Demon Prince, are sworn enemies. Bound by a cruel twist of fate and a cursed prophecy, they are forced into an uneasy alliance to prevent the rise of the Endbringer, a being capable of destroying both realms. As their powers grow stronger and the lines between loyalty and love blur, Seraphina and Azrael must confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets. Can they resist the pull of their forbidden bond, or will their love be the key to salvation—or destruction? Excerpt: A Glimpse into the Future The battlefield was silent, the echoes of the war they had fought fading into the night. Seraphina stood before Azrael, her heart pounding, her mind racing with emotions she could no longer suppress. The flicker of dying flames illuminated the space between them, casting shadows on their weary faces. “I can't keep pretending anymore, Azrael,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft wind that swept through the ruins. Her hands trembled as she took a hesitant step forward. “This war, this fight… it’s torn me apart. But what hurts the most is knowing that, despite everything, I—” “Don’t say it,” Azrael interrupted, his voice strained. He looked away, clenching his fists. His demonic eyes flashed with an intensity that made her heart ache. “If you say it, I won’t be able to stop myself. I won’t be able to walk away.” Seraphina took another step, her eyes never leaving his. “Maybe I don’t want you to walk away.” Azrael’s breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned to face her, his mask of cold indifference cracking. His hand reached out, trembling slightly, as his fingers grazed her cheek. “Seraphina… I’ve fought it for so long. I’ve told myself you’re my enemy, that we could never—” “But we’re not enemies anymore,” Seraphina interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She closed the distance between them, placing her hand over his. “We’re something else. Something… more.” Azrael swallowed hard, his gaze locked on hers. “I’ve loved you from the moment I realized I couldn’t destroy you. And every day since, I’ve fought that love, afraid of what it would mean. But now… I can’t fight it anymore.” Tears welled up in Seraphina’s eyes as she whispered, “Then don’t.” Their lips met in a kiss filled with the weight of everything they had been through—the battles, the betrayals, the bloodshed—and the promise of everything they could become. But as their love ignited, the distant rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, a dark reminder that their war was far from over. ****End of Excerpt***** Can their love truly survive the chaos that threatens to consume both realms? What will they do when they discover the ultimate price for their bond?

The world-famous hacker, Dexter, is a woman and she is the daughter of one of the most prominent families of aristocrats, going by the name Daisy Chen. Daisy has stayed away from her family, and juggled from one job to another in disguise or while cross-dressing as her alibi 'Dexter'. It never once got her into trouble, not until she chanced upon him. Ryle Harper, the CEO of Harper Societies, manages a multinational company on the surface but danger lurks beneath every façade he presents to the world. Daisy had decided to tread carefully around the man but trouble always comes uninvited. One night. One mistake. A stranger. An unprepared pregnancy. To keep her façade of being a man and not offend the devil, she did what was feasible… She disappeared without a trace. However, two years later, she finds herself facing him again only to realize that the man was, all along trying to track her down. By a twist of fate, she becomes his secretary again but this time, their deal comes with certain conditions and a time limit. But when destiny rolls its dice and Daisy has to assume the position of the head of her family, how would she escape Ryle's clutches again? Would she want to? Or would he let her? ... “Look at me,’’ his eyes darkened as he stepped towards her. With every step he took towards her, Daisy took a step back until her back hit the wall. The curtains swayed in the night wind, the glow of the pale moonlight illuminating the dark room where she could see the danger lurking in those hazel eyes. She averted her gaze. He pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, ‘’Dexter?” his fingers grazed up to her wig, ‘’Or shall I call you Daisy now? Daisy Chen?” he leaned closer to her, whispering next to her lips. Her lips parted but before she could utter a single word, her wig was tugged off. Her long dark hair came cascading down, answering all his unanswered questions. ''Tell me Daisy, or there are more ways I can make you speak,'' his hand reached inside her shirt, his long fingers grazed on the expanse of her delicate, bare skin, ''You believe me, right?" he whispered. She shivered, partly in pleasure and partly in denial of that pleasure that she felt.

Elara has spent her entire life as a hunter, sworn to rid the world of vampires and protect humanity. But when a mission goes wrong and she’s bitten by a powerful vampire lord, her world is turned upside down. Instead of dying, she awakens an ancient power deep within her—a long-lost bloodline tied to the Purebloods, a vampiric clan believed to be extinct. Now, Elara is more than just a hunter; she is both the weapon and the curse. Torn between her hunter upbringing and her new vampiric nature, she must hide her transformation from her family while navigating the deadly politics of vampire society. As Elara delves into the mysteries of her bloodline, she encounters Lucien—an enigmatic vampire elder with a dangerous allure. In a moment of heated passion, Lucien’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her close. His fangs grazed her neck, sending a shock of pleasure through her body. Elara gasped, her body arching as his lips claimed hers in a breathless kiss. His mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping her exposed skin, and a sharp bite sent her spiraling into ecstasy. The pleasure and pain blurred as she surrendered to the darkness, her world consumed by raw, primal desire. She was his—completely. But the deeper she falls into Lucien’s seductive grasp, the more she risks everything—her family, her humanity, and her soul. With a prophecy looming that could either save or doom the vampire race, Elara must decide: Will she fight against the growing darkness within her, or embrace her destiny as the last Pureblood and claim the throne of the vampire world?

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.* *Title is pending for the cover.*

He then moved his hands beneath my dress and ripped it apart. I gasped. ''.....You are perfect....'' He whispered, hoarse, unclear. ''Damian'' I hushed. I leaned in closer, deeper into his chest. He stood still behind me caressing the heat on my skin. Fingers grazing my bare stomach, up the ample of my breasts. Circling seductively around them, rubbing slowly on the hardened tips............ ''I'm going to make you scream tonight...'' #### Sky thought she had a perfect life until one night when her innocence was ripped away by someone she trusted the most. The table turned and her life became Darker Than Black!

In the aftermath of his grandparents' tragic demise, sixteen-year-old Ethan rummages through the attic of their ancestral home, searching for items to sell. Amidst the dusty relics of the past, he stumbles upon a mysterious cube, its surface etched with enigmatic symbols that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Intrigued, Ethan reaches out to touch it, unaware of the profound consequences that await. As his fingertip grazes the ancient artifact, a hidden needle springs forth, piercing his skin and drawing a small droplet of blood. In a mesmerizing display of light and shadow, the cube begins to glow, its surface liquefying and melding with Ethan's flesh. A searing pain courses through his veins as the strange substance forms a tattoo on his wrist—a cryptic design comprised of a circle within a square, surrounded by a language unknown to him.he cube, infused with a mysterious energy, imbues him with the ability to traverse the boundaries of reality and journey to different worlds. To all my readers, please bear with the slow development in this novel as English is not my first language. If you spot any errors, I welcome your feedback, and I hope you still find enjoyment in the story. The story will focus on adventure, the worlds and the lore of the worlds, there will be action too but the story will still remain slow passed. if its not your cup of tea then please find other novels, (there are many good one) 

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

if you love dramas,you'll love this. "My beautiful Margaret," Lewis uttered, his palm grazing my cheek. His eyes bore into mine, a mixture of sorrow and regret. "At least you used to look beautiful before we got married." His words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment. The room seemed to close in on me, the walls suffocating. What had happened to us? Was our love merely a facade, a beautiful lie? "I am in love with Ariana," Lewis confessed, his voice barely audible. "We've been together for a long time, and it's her my heart now yearns for." My heart clenched. Ariana—my best friend. The revelation struck me like a lightning bolt. How had I missed the signs? How had our love unraveled so completely? I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face. The pain was unbearable, a raw ache that threatened to consume me. Lewis sighed, the sound echoing through the room, and then he walked away. In that moment, my world shattered. Love had betrayed me, and friendship had crumbled. I was left with nothing but the remnants of a broken heart, wondering if any of it had ever been real.

SLOW BURN Love is a searing trail she's afraid to follow. ..... Evelina Wilson was sure of everything she wanted in life, and finding love didn't make the list. She has been scorched and scarred too much, she had shut her heart against it and and any form of its fantasies — atleast so she thought till she met him, Pete Hudson, her 'dare kiss'. All it took was one dare to kiss the lips of a stranger at the bachelorette party she had been forced to attend, to be exposed to a world of unending temptations. She wants to stay away from him, but he has her in a snare. How far can she fight off her temptations, before she gives in to the fantasies she's scared of? What would it take for her to heal and how long will he wait? EXCERPT ******** Alexandra and Christopher. Christopher caught the glint of excitement and expectations in her eyes. "I still think you're a very foolish girl to want this..want me." He told her, and Alexa daringly tipped her chin at him. "Why? Because you think you're going to hurt me?" "No, silly girl, because I will do more than hurt you. I'm not a good man for you, and you deserve better. Far better than me. And while I'd hate to have someone touch your lips again," he grazed his thumb against her soft lips. "it's a truth that has to be told." Unaware of herself, Alexa inched closer to him as if spirited by something unknown. Her face lifted to his till he felt her minty breath on his chin and her fingers brushing against it. "I do not doubt there's better out there for me, Christopher—" She muttered, and his brows twitched before narrowing to a knot. "Yes, there a few men out there who'd care about me and my feelings more than you'd ever be capable of. Of course, they're smarter, more handsome —" "Thread with caution, Alexa," He darkly drawled, and Alexa held back the smile about to spread across her face. She continued. "Yes, there is a line of perfect men out there, maybe a short one, because I doubt such precious jewels would be abundant. They have to be rare." "Alexandra!" "But despite this possibility of good men being out there, I still want you, Christopher. Yes, you'll burn me, but I've had my battle scars already. If this will be my end, then I pick you to be the fire that ruins me because I'll have it no other way." "Alexandra," He husked, breathing out her name as her dainty hands cupped his face and pulled him down till he touched her lips with his one more time. "And just so you know, you're not safe from me because I'll hurt you too, as that is all I've ever known, Christopher. I'll take from you till there's nothing left of you take." She said, trying her best to use the very words he had said to her over that kitchen island a few days ago. While her voice lacked the vigor he had possessed when he said those words to her, she meant every word of it. They both wanted each other, so they would take whatever they could from the other. She inched closer, and Christopher let her do as she pleased with him. She teased him with her not-so-naive lips, and he groaned. He gripped his hand around hers when she broke the kiss and tried to pull away. He tried controlling his strength as he roughly pulled her back, slamming her slender body against his. "I'm going to brand you mine. All mine, Alexandra. And I want you to remember it was you who wanted this. You." He told her as if wanting to drill the words into her skull, so she would never forget. "Alexandra?" He called when she stared silently at him. Nodding, she agreed. "I won't forget." A steady romance with a lot of sweetness. NOTE: I WRITE SLOW BURN.

"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

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

"what are you doing here"she asked staring at the man who had walked into her room,his gaze was so alluring and demanding for a certain thing,the thing of which she know,he then began walking slowly to her looking at her like she was his prey,she couldn't move and her feet's were rooted to the ground she couldn't bring herself to move and before she knew it he had reached her and circled his arm around her waist pulling her towards him,her hands placed on his hard but soft chest which she could feel from his soft shirt. she looked up at him and saw his hand raised he brought it to her face and stroked her cheek softly that she closed her eyes and felt the warm sensation his fingers gave her. his finger trailed down from her cheek to her neck making her let a sigh almost as a shiver. "don't you want me...adira"he whispered in her ear which to her sounded so seductive and alluring that she let a soft moan as his fingers grazed the exposed part of her breast. she was so caught up in the moment that she didn't know when she stood near her bed and only knew that when he pushed her and she fell on the massive bed.her hair scattered on the bed in waves and her robe more exposed. he climbed on the bed leaned forward,her legs instinctively wrapped around her waist as he whispered again"do you want me,cause whether you do or not,I won't let you go" Book cover isn't mine,credit goes to the one who designed it

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT CONTENT, NON-CONSENSUAL TOUCHING, VIOLENCE, AS WELL AS LANGUAGE. After the War known as That Battle of The Realms, The Light Realm was a loss of hope. The Shadow Realm has won the three-century war and the Light Realm is on the verge of ruin. One would expect the newly crowned Demon King to enslave the entirety of the Light civilization, but that's not the case. This demon king only wants one thing, and it is a harem filled with the strongest women ever known. And as an Elemental, a woman born of Fire, known as the Reincarnation of a goddess. Victoria fits into this criteria, she has to seduce him along with three other Elementals to secure the protection of her people as well as get revenge for their sufferings. But what happens when a failed assassination attempt turns into something more? ____ "Will you submit to me?" Alvar asked, his lips lightly grazing her throat. "If I were to make you my wife, will you finally submit?" Victoria tightened her grip on her dagger, she wanted to give in...she wanted to love him as he always proved to love her. But this was nothing but a quest for revenge, she had to kill him once and for all. But, why was it so hard? Why did tears fall down her cheeks as she was so close to finally killing him. "One night," she said. "After one night with you, I'll make my decision." The smile Alvar gave her was warm yet somehow predatory, "as you wish..." His arm snaked around her waist slowly. "...my goddess.” ------- Notes: Author here! This novel is a female lead story, the first 15 chapters centers on world building and better understanding of the main character's thoughts, personality and emotions. But later on I'll focus on relationships, character development and the arcs that lead up to it! Below are the tags I would have used on the novel if the site didn't have a limit. #romance #revenge #faceslapping #smut #betrayal #magic and lore #reincarnation #assassination #royalty #love triangle #supernatural monsters #villains #gods and demons #historical #war #enemiestolovers #villainess #morallyambigiouscharacters #marriagearrangment #murdermystery #fatedlovers

“I've never experienced this kind of energy before, I think we might be getting closer. Stay close to me Ivy.” he reached out his hand for her, circling his hands around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. “Don't you ever leave me Ivy.” he breathed the words against her neck, taking in her familiar scent “Lan.. Lance, not here please.” she said in a half whisper, her hand found the spot on his neck where she had laid her last bite on and memories from the other night rushed through her head, making her insides clutch with uneasiness, her hunger for his touch grew stronger. “But your body craves for my touch.” he gave out a soft laugh, revealing his elongated fangs that were ready to suck deep into her fragile skin, his huge bulge poking her stomach. “Lance.” she breathed out softly, when his lips touched her neck. He basked in the fragrance of her smell as he let the tip of his fangs graze over her delicate skin, his body shivered from the sensation that gave him. “Ivy Stroman!!.” The deep voice reverberated through the walls causing Ivy to startle while Lance remained unflinching. They came to an abrupt pause with Ivy's heart pounding vigorously against his stomach. “...and Lance, The Alpha's messenger, is this how you tell her she's going to die?.” the voice gave a mocking chuckle. “She's not going to die!.” Lance retorted “Oh? Well, Ivy, if you must journey back to the world beyond, you have to die, to save your kingdom.” the voice spoke without remorse.

In her past life~ She was brought up by an ancient, heavenly deity- who once ruled all the realms, being the epitome of fear in one’s heart.
 Growing up~ She turned out to be an evil queen with a notorious reputation in all the said realms. 

 “Hmm? Why was I not aware of the existence of such magnificent artwork?” She questioned her commander, while grazing the cheekbones of the God-like entity, whose mere presence made the remaining army of hers unable to approach anywhere near him, while his gaze was fixated on her,….. whereas her eyes were full of marvel and She- was totally captivated by him.

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 He was the emperor of the world. A bloodthirsty tyrant who doesn’t know the meaning of forgiveness. 

 He was worshiped by the poor, praised by the rich, and feared by his enemies. A leader, and a supreme ruler was what he was!

But a fateful encounter with a wounded woman, turned his world upside-down.

 At what cost? The world he built and protected with all his might, crumbled and turned into ashes in front of his eyes, his people betrayed him, he lost his only son, and most importantly he lost his pride.

 When all was lost, and he was wallowed in an endless darkness of despair~ He found out about his real identity.

 “Sleep” came an emotionless voice, turning him immobile and collapsing on the bloody grounds he stood on! 

“-till the time comes.......-husband ~” said the person, gently wiping the blood off of his carefully-sculpted-looking face.

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 Present~ 

In the modern era~

 All she wanted was a Mom…..So, she turned herself into a mother.

 Whenever she got hurt, She was in need of a Dad-who’d protect her…..So, she created a conscience as her Dad.

 She is the happiest person in the world! That’s how she looks to others, unless one gets to know her.

 She is a superior being who knows herself well, always conscious of her personalities she created……until one day, when her hidden conscience she calls her Dad-took over her, to subdue a being with golden eyes who called her “Wife~”

 What bewildered her the most was, ‘ The wife calling being ‘ happened to be the world-renowned superstar, whom she got acquainted with a few days ago in her office.

 While she was trying to calm her mind with the unprecedented turn of events, by busying her mind with the “task” she was given… She somehow became the wife of the insanely handsome/cold-looking/ prodigal/world-renowned Businessman /Ruler of underworld aka Cold-blooded King/ who also happened to be the head to one of the two ancient royal families- ruling the world, from the shadows, from a long time ago.

 Unwilling to accept his terms then, she ran away from the place during the day…..only to be trapped by night.

Her: “You! What do you think of me?huh?!?” She yelled at him furiously, unable to contain her anger any longer, seeing him in her bedroom. Him: *Silence

 After a while, “ …..-My wife.” He replied, shutting her mouth with his.


‘The pit of love has emerged. Let all cursed hearts jump into it.’ — The feared princes of the seven elemental lines are all cursed for their sins, each with a harsher binding than the last. Unfortunately, they know not of the way to break this everlasting curse that taints their immortality other than the fact that the answer lies with a certain blue-haired maiden. Alfina — also known as Blue — lives a fairly ordinary life among the lower class. At least, that’s until she encounters the seven immortal princes that will wage war just to have her. Overjoyed for getting the chance to become an elite in the sand-line, she embarks on a new turnaround in her life. Yet, this new life for Blue brings about challenges that she has never faced before— she has to adjust to the strict rules of the high house but that is the least of the obstacles tossed in her way. And when the heavens set a deadline to put an end to the reign of the princes, who amongst the cursed will ultimately attain the reprieve they’ve always desired and be free from the bondage of heaven and its punishment? Now that the peace that has been forged is broken, will the fabled ‘true love’ be able to triumph above it all? — “I did not touch any of my wives this month, Blue, I couldn't bring myself to.” His fruity voice grazed her ears. Gulping unsurety down her throat, she asked, “Why did you do that, your eminence?” Her head was still bowed in respect. “All that ravages my senses now is your delicious lavender scent. Your blue hair should be sown into garments for they are all I want to drape over my skin. Your mysterious blue eyes follow me everywhere I go even in your absence.” His strong hand raised her tender chin so that she could look him in the eye. As her eyes interlocked with his usually-empty ones, she noticed that they were graced with emotions this time. She took a hesitant step back. “Your eminence...” That was all that could escape her shaky lips. She could still feel his breath on her face. “I abandoned my monthly duties, Blue. You might not know but I am going to suffer gravely for it. Until I figure out what you have done to me, I am going to be punished every month.” She heard a chuckle but still, she could not merge her gaze with his. “But it's okay, Blue. If it's for you, I will suffer for a month and thousands more.” _____ Follow my Instagram; @_HeeSha_TA Discord; @HeeSha_TA #7559

Volume One: Evaline Calderon was pulled from a life of destitution when she is found out to be a royal. She is thrust into an hazardously intriguing and deceptive life in the royal court. Soon she discovers that she is a vessel for a witch's magic and the longer she threads through the new life she has been given she realises there is far more at stake than she first thought. An entity that threatens the fate of the kingdom as a whole is amiss. But when her diary of a grandmother she barely knew leads to the Commander of The Witch hunters, she has no choice but to take his help. Together they unravel secrets and the closer they get to the root, the more sparks begin to fly. Despite everything, trusting him with her own damning secret seems too impossible especially when she suspects that he too has skeletons in his closets. In this fantasy romance filled with mystery, themes of betrayal and love intertwine, shaping Evaline's journey from weakness to strength in a court where danger lurks behind every opulent facade. *Excerpt* "Xavier," My voice was more stable than I felt. "Let me go." His grip did not loosen even an inch. His piercing green eyes never left mine. "I don't intend to." His voice was hoarse and his gaze fell to my lips. I took steps back but he followed as though in a dance until my back hit a wall. "What are you so afraid of?" His whispered. "I am not afraid," The lie slid passed my lips as though they were the truest words. "I just need to..." "I am not letting you leave, Eva." He dropped his head towards my lips. My heart thumped harder in my chest. I wanted this, I wanted him but I knew better because once he knew... it would be my end. I turned my head away but his mouth only dropped to my neck and he took full advantage. His mouth grazed the sensitive flesh until I quivered. Until I moaned. "You don't understand..." I squirmed against his hard body. "I don't want this." Another lie. He paused and whispered against my skin. "Yet your body betrays you, my little wife."

Hero Gladius, having emerged victorious in a climactic battle against the Demon King, finds himself standing on the delicate threshold between life and death. To his surprise, instead of encountering an afterlife, he is confronted by a mysterious force that thrusts him into a different world, causing his reincarnation as Ryan Dainsleif. As Ryan Dainsleif, Hero Gladius carries with him the memories and powers of his past life. This time around, his objective is clear: to live alongside those he holds dear and protect them at any cost. As he navigates through the intricacies of his existence in this new world, ominous beginnings unfurl, ushering in dark challenges that test his resolve and shape the course of his renewed reality. Now, Ryan must navigate this new existence, using his acquired wisdom and strength to face the emerging threats and mysteries in his path.

In a world where power and magic ruled, a young princess named Amelia watched as half of her world and her father's Kingdom is snatched away, forcing her people into despair and agony. Her people pushed back to small islands and sea and lake sides to live for survival. Her father fell powerless as his lands and soldiers began to disappear rapidly, his people turning into outcasts in a land once called their own Her magic could do too little against men two times her size in the battle of territory. Other people of magic had been killed or taken captive, leaving her kingdom defense. She and her Best friend Martha took it upon herself to themselves to protect the people but the tables had turned. The new ruler King Aether, known as the last existing Hybrid Dragon, sort to make all of the world his own until he would be struck down. But till this day, no soldier could even graze an inch of his long hair. His army of giant men would storm cities and burn them down just to build them up again in the way their King wanted. He was unstoppable. A beast he was. Until... Word spread that the new ruler needed a bride, someone who would bare him a successor so that his reign would continue after death. Amelia driven with hate for the King... The King hating her people and magic... Which would win in this tango of Power, Lust and Love?

Rosemary is as reserved as a person can be. Most of her time is spent in isolation, fingers often grazing the keys of a piano as she tries to run away from the sad reality of her life—the reality that it's all been planned out. Set in stone from the smallest details to the most major life events. From inheriting her father's business to an engagement with a mere family friend, Hayes, who just so happens to attract a rather erratic group of lovesick girls, all who are constantly coming for Rosemary out of envy, the girl wants none of it. Especially since none of it wants her back, not her father, not her fiance, none the girls that surround her that suffocate her with the offer of superficial friendship. Daisy is on the other side of the spectrum. Free, yes, but a bit more lost, impulsively jumping from opportunity to opportunity, knowing nothing of what she wants in her life. Unfortunately enough, recklessness gets you a lot of scars. From her cheating ex-boyfriend who just so happens to be the school's heartthrob to her estranged best friend who mysteriously catches everybody's eye. What happens when a strange pattern begins to emerge and they swap bodies every other day? Will Daisy's carelessness be able to rearrange Rosemary's fate? And will Rosemary's meticulousness be able to get Daisy's life together? When love enters the mix, things get complicated. Because in a single day, Rosemary's fiance is enamored with whoever took over his fiance's body. And Daisy's best friend suddenly has the drive to talk to her again.

[Warning: Contains explicit mature content, R18+ / Not a slow burn romance and the male leads are unstable. You have been warned.] #Reverseharem #Yandere #Infrastructure #Kingdombuilding #dotingmaleleads In the midst of her revenge, she got entangled with five men and their deadly obsession. “If you don't want me being rough on you on the nuptial night, don't stray your eyes from my figure and ingrain every touch of mine into your memory. Otherwise…” The tip of his fingers looming on the line of her pants along with the sinister tone lurking in his voice made her submit. “I'll give you a month. A month to dissolve your engagement, or I'll settle the matter myself.” She couldn't discern his expression when the forthright confession was made. Only his imposing voice that held no room for rejection lingered in her ears. Her back fell down on the passenger seat. She watched the blonde who was usually tamed like a little milk dog became an aggressive wolf, with both of his hands slamming down on the sides of her head. “Stop saying another man's name!”  “I really wish I could split that pretty head of yours to see if you're thinking of another man every time you're writhing underneath me.” The sharp edges of the scalpel in his hand glimmered under the light illuminating the operation table. A pair of hazelnut eyes drilled holes in her head, echoing its blatant intentions. The scalpel plunged ruthlessly, dissecting the corpse as if he were showing her the consequences once he finds out the truth. “You're so fragrant.” These words were whispered as the tip of his cold nose brushed over her neck. His teeth grazed the surface of her skin, struggling between cherishing and devouring her. She shivered as his lifeless eyes regained some pallor and suddenly imbued with ravenous desire. ---- Arianne never thought that she was just a character in a novel, created by a few strokes of words. As a villain, she was merely a tool to pave the way for the heroine. Her jade bracelet, which was supposed to be a storage space, was cheated from her. Her childhood sweetheart, who once proposed marriage, ended up being together with the heroine, and even her family saw her as an eyesore and drove her out of their lives. To worsen it, asteroids rained down on Blue Star and brought a potent virus that infected humans, animals, and plants. Some were lucky to awaken powers, but others never woke up again and joined the Undead legion.   Arianne tried her best to survive for 2 years in the doomsday, but she still fell under the heroine's scheme and died miserably. But for unknown reasons, she woke again a week before doomsday came, and the jade bracelet was actually a system product of a higher civilization that got lost in time and space. Arianne was bound to a Doomsday Favorability System and had the task of collecting favorabilities from specific targets called Sons of Destiny.  These Favorability points can be converted into AP, able to purchase items in the system mall. All kinds of items can be exchanged, from daily necessities, food, medicine, weapons, construction materials, and even those cultivation manuals, making her filled with hope. In the end, she glanced at the base she built full of life, the people expressing their gratitude and the five men behind her. Unknowingly, she became their beacon of hope.                                                

How can you fall in love when you don't even know who you are? At the age of ten, she was left at the orphanage without any recollection of who she was and where she came from. Twenty years later, Clara Johnson, now the CEO of her own security company, SST, provides top-of-the-line security systems and technology that stamps out the competition. If only they could get the biggest shipping company in the country to upgrade their outdated system. But it seems that the CEO, Sebastian Colfer, will do everything to thwart their efforts. Or so it seems. Behind his icy demeanor, he has a hidden agenda, to woo the spirited CEO of SST. The mystery surrounding her appearance at the orphanage keeps her busy these days, and having somebody in her life is not part of her plan. So she pushes everyone away, but will it always stay that way? ==-=-== This book is purely fictional. Any similarities with people in real life are purely coincidental. ==-=-== Sitting in the back seat of Sebastian's car, Clara could feel the heat emanating from his body. His legs were spread out a little too wide, and they were rubbing against her outer thigh. She tried not to let it affect her, but his arm seemed to graze hers every time the car moved, and that unnerved her a little. They were sitting a little too close if you asked her. Clara tried to get away from him, as far as the space could allow, but her brother didn't want to cooperate. He kept on scolding her to stop squirming. She was trying to find a comfortable position that would keep their body parts from touching, what was wrong with that? Sebastian was tormenting her, and she's had enough. She elbowed her brother and told him to switch places with her. ‘Are you scared to sit close to me?’ Sebastian whispered in her ear. -=- Facebook: Intagram:

MATURE CONTENT Clarissa,a very beautiful girl,kind and smart after she lost her parents,she moved out of the city and got a new job but well the job didn't really last and she was fired as if fate was playing her she met a handsome man who gave her a new job and who she couldn't help falling in love with Alex Blake,you can only describe him with the word drop dead gorgeous,he one of the richest men in the city,he has everything,money,houses,cars but one thing is missing love,his parents has being making go on a date with different women but he just couldn't find the right one not until he saw Clarissa,something just told him she is the one Excerpt 'What are you doing sir?'I asked as he kept approaching me like a predator with that deep gaze,I can't help but continue moving back until my back met with the wall and he cornered me,I have no where to escape to 'what do you think I'm doing' he asked as he brought his face close to mine and smashed his lips on mine,his lips felt so good on mine,he grazed his tongue on my teeth as if asking for entrance,and when I didn't open up,he bit my lips and it felt like a wake up call for me,I pushed immediately,he looked at me surprised,I lowered my head and said 'we shouldn't be doing this' 'why' he asked,'because we are in the office,what if someone comes in' I just couldn't look him in the eyes he raised my head with his fingers and said 'nobody will come without knocking' before I could reply he claimed my mouth,I sighed in my head I just can't say no to him follow this two in their love journey