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Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of paradise in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)
NehaPriaa · 138.6K Views

Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Rumor had it that Xaviera Evans had a weak constitution—a sickly beauty. Rumor had it that she spent a fortune every day on medications—eating them like candy. Rumor had it that ten servants waited on her by her bed every day—a burden to everyone. They were all waiting for the Evans family to toss Xaviera Evans back to the countryside and leave her to fend for herself. Xaviera Evans: "They're all saying that I'm weak and can't take care of myself. Apparently, I spend money recklessly as well.” She looked down at her tattered shirt and was exasperated. Xaviera Evans: “Are you saying that this wealthy family lets their daughter wear tattered clothes every day?” The Evans family's rich daughter? She had enough! She would not be it anymore! Therefore… Scumbag guy: "Without the Evans family, you're nothing." Xaviera Evans: "If I'm kicked out of the Evans family, I'll be done for." Scumbag girl: "Sis, don't be too disappointed. As long as you work hard, you'll be praised one day.” Xaviera Evans: "Shut up, I don't know a traitor like you." The scumbag guy and girl: "???" Rumor had it that the Mamet family's youngest son, Caleb Mamet, rashly married a woman who had nothing but looks. Xaviera Evans: "Is someone looking down on me?" One day, Xaviera Evans saw one of Caleb Mamet's employees racking his brains over a series of numbers on the computer screen. Since she was free, she lent a hand. Did she just crack the firewall created by the joint efforts of top elite hackers?! Caleb Mamet inched closer with every step. "Xaviera, what else are you hiding from me? Hmm?" Xaviera Evans: "Oh, no! I feel dizzy again! I'm so weak. This body of mine is just too weak!"
Qiaoqiao · 4.3M Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 7K Views

Seduction’s Stormy Edge

Sasha, a reckless event planner with a taste for trouble, throws an exclusive penthouse party that sets her life ablaze. A spilled drink leads to a heated graze of fingers with Julian, a brooding artist whose dark eyes promise heartbreak—and more. But when Lena, Sasha’s fiery ex, crashes their frenzied kitchen kiss, the night explodes into a threesome of tangled lips and forbidden thrills. What starts as a seductive game spirals into a steamy, chaotic web of lust, betrayal, and power no one can control. Julian’s married—to Mara, a cool, calculating temptress who knows every secret and plays her own game. Paint-smeared studio nights, rain-soaked wall-pounding passion, and masked threesomes in hidden alcoves blur the lines between love and obsession. Lena dances through it all, her hips a weapon of revenge, seducing Julian in a pulsing club to wound Sasha, only to crave her more. Mara’s dinners turn to dares, her foot sliding up Sasha’s thigh, her whispers sealing pacts in silk sheets—until jealousy and rage ignite a cabin clash where four bodies collide, boundaries obliterated in a symphony of gasps. From bathroom trysts on cold tiles to ropes biting skin in secluded retreats, Sasha’s caught in a storm of need—Julian’s possessive thrusts, Lena’s defiant grinds, Mara’s subtle dominance. Fury fuels punishing threesomes, solitude stokes self-pleasure, and every reunion teeters on redemption or ruin. As the chaos peaks, Sasha must choose—or surrender to them all. Passion drowns reason, revenge burns hot, and desire redefines everything in a final, decadent night of fragile truce and unrelenting heat. Will Sasha master the madness, or let it consume her?
Annie_Tamara · 4K Views

Whisperes of desire

As June lay in the soft glow of the dimly lit room, Xavier Blackwood hovered above her, his striking green eyes ablaze with an intensity that both excited and terrified her. The air was thick with tension, and she felt as if she were teetering on the edge of something profound. “What made you think I wouldn’t kill my brother?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a dark promise. His fingers brushed her cheek, a contrast to the violence in his words. “Xavier...” she whispered. “I swore on the thing which is holy,” he continued, leaning closer, his breath hot against her skin. “If I saw his eyes on you again, I’ll claim you in his blood.” His gaze was unyielding, filled with a raw possessiveness that sent chills coursing through her. June’s heart raced, fear and desire swirling together in an intoxicating mix. She knew he meant every word. There was a dangerous edge to his affection, an obsession that made her pulse quicken. pressing her back into the sheets, his body a heavy weight above her. “You need to understand the depths of my commitment to you I'll kill anyone who dares to look at what's mine, even if it’s my own blood.” His lips captured hers in a fierce kiss, claiming her completely. in the intensity she could see the storm brewing in his eyes. his tone low and serious, “you are mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.” With that, he closed the distance again, enveloping her in his warmth, igniting a fire that consumed her. She found herself surrendering to the darkness of his obsession, knowing that in his world, there was no escape.
Itsme_haadiya · 509 Views

[BL] My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!

My first novel yaey (⁠ノ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ノ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ——— Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow sucked his soul right out and offered him a better life than this. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. He was invited to transmigrate into different realities without any restrictions. It wasn't a Villain system, a Cannon fodder system... it doesn't belong to any category. Just experiencing the worlds should be enough to satisfy it. Furan Shi agreed with one condition. Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’ System: Are you… sure about this? Furan Shi, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) What you'll get: ✓An indecisive (and impulsive) MC ✓Raum ✓Spicy chicken story cards ✓Mother's Eye [Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.] [Yes, the host is always a demihuman, more often than not part animal haha.] [No, the host isn't always an animal demihuman. Could be a stinking goblin if his luck fails him.] [And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] [Might have genderbend later on.. not sure..] I do apologize in advance if this is not your cup of tea. I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed and fast-paced as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... not much face slapping.. ehe..
santaVanilla · 35.2K Views

Traps Ain't Gay, I Swear!

Are traps gay…? A question that has long been unanswered. Micah never thought about it. However, after getting isekai'd into Femtale, a debauched and kinky fantasy world full of femboys and futas, and with his body feminizing thanks to his system, he has to face the facts. It's ONLY 2.19% gay. Plus, it allows him to… fight for himself using fem-mancy! A magic to be reckoned with! But… Why is he here? Who isekai'd him? To find answers to these questions, Micah will do his best to uncover the hidden mysteries of this world. That said, how can one solve the overly declining birthrate in a world where there are no full-fledged women...? Follow him on his degenerate journey as he corrupts the officials of a prison, learns magic, fuck traps and gets fucked, opens his own sex shop, befriends important people, and climbs the ladder by manipulating futas and traps. And why not even more degeneracy? ◉—▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩—◉ ◉ No NTR ◈ No Yuri (obviously) ◉ ◉ Witty MC ◆ Cunning MC ◆ Hardworking MC ◆ Lusty MC ◆ Cute & Bodacious MC ◆ Fem-mancer ◆ Fem-mancy Genius ◆ Magic Proficiency ◆ Feminization ◆ Cross-Dressing ◆ Femboys ◆ Traps ◆ Futanari ◆ Top & Bottom ◆ Big Harem ◆ Seduction ◆ Corruption ◆ Manipulation ◆ Prison Management ◆ Brothel Management ◆ Sex Shop Management ◆ High Fantasy ◉ ◉—▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩—◉ ◈ MC is a femboy, even a trap for some, but he isn't beta. Meaning he won't just let everyone toy with him. He knows his strengths and weaknesses, so he knows what he has to do to get what he wants. ◈ Characters' pictures are in the related auxiliary chapters with their characters sheets. Not everything might be there, depending on when you check it. I'll keep it updated. ◈ Enough info for now. Wish you a good and fun read :)
Brainr0t · 245K Views
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