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[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

Some people enter your life like a whisper. Others crash into it like a storm. Aarav never thought much about fate-until the night he met Atlas. One moment, he was just a college student dealing with family expectations. The next, he was pulling a mysterious man out of trouble, only to realize Atlas wasn't just a stranger. He was a secret waiting to unfold. Atlas has always known how to disappear, how to stay unnoticed. But when a reckless choice leads him to Aarav, his carefully built world starts to crack. Aarav is everything he shouldn't get close to-kind, persistent, and dangerously warm.

Ye Wutian had inherited his master's prowess in flirting and his unparalleled medical skills. With his abilities and an unbreakable level of thick-skinned brazenness, he thrived in the big city... But none of that was important, for the most crucial aspect was the awakening of the terrifying memories from before he was eight years old...

Pull the trigger, bunny. I want to see how you can live without a heart," Nikolai's smirk widened with every passing second, his hazel eyes darkening like the night. "If I pull this trigger, I’ll kill you, Nikolai!" she spat, her hands trembling. But Nikolai only chuckled, stepping closer. "Have you ever kissed your enemy, Cassandra? Or fucked them so well you forget the rival we face?" His cold breath brushed her skin, making her heart skip a beat. *** In the ruthless world of mafia power struggles, Cassandra and Nikolai’s forbidden connection defies all rules. Each encounter draws them deeper into a web of sin and secrets, where loyalty to their families demands bloodshed, but their hearts crave surrender. With every clandestine meeting, the stakes rise and the risks multiply. they must navigate a treacherous path where love could be their ultimate downfall, or their only salvation. In a realm ruled by cruelty and vengeance, can they defy fate and survive the wrath of those who seek to tear them apart? WARNINGS: Contains Abusive Relationships, Abusive Words, Drugs, and Violence, BDSM.

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

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

Forcefully teleporting someone into a deadly game is not a nice thing to do, but now that he is here, and a rich reward has been promised to the survivors, our protagonist must fortify himself, for he has people to find, and a game to survive. At least there's magic, he thinks, as the bloodstains on his clothes vanish.

Her once perfect life was ruined after she met him- a stranger whose touch promised death and desire. irresistible, he made her want what she shouldn't, pulling her into a world where love and destruction entwine.

--- Eternal Paradox Xylem Shion once ruled all of existence, yet even at the peak, he felt empty. When a forgotten voice calls out to him—"Save me..."—he awakens in a world where time itself shifts around him. Stripped of his ultimate power, Xylem embarks on a journey to reclaim his strength and rescue Elysia Valtara, his lost love. But as he unravels the mysteries of his past, he discovers a terrifying truth—Elysia is the reincarnation of the Saint of Eternity, and an entity beyond existence itself is pulling the strings. With fate against him and an enemy that even gods fear, Xylem has only one answer. "Then I’ll rewrite the verse itself."

For an eternity Alfie aimlessly drifts through an endless void unable to do anything but stare into pure emptiness. That is until a star like object appears in the distance, pulling the once aimless Alfie towards it. Descending into a new world, Alfie acquires a system but it goes haywire restricting much of it's capabilities. Without his cheat code will Alife survive his adventures?

Anvesh The world is broken. Twisted creatures stalk the ruins of civilization, and only the strong survive. Ray was never meant to be one of them. He has no grand destiny, no powerful lineage—just a system that feels more like a curse than a blessing. But in the depths of the outer regions, weakness is a death sentence. With shadows watching his every step and an unseen force pulling the strings, Ray must carve his path through a world that doesn’t care whether he lives or dies. His only choice? Adapt. Survive. Or be forgotten. Step into the nightmare. Anvesh awaits.

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

In Northwind Reach, a land of many species, everyone hides a monster within—some just wear it closer to the surface. Julian Corbin, the vampiric ruler, believes his kind is supreme above all, blind to the growing threat from the south. The giants of Frostvein, their own land overpopulated, march to claim Northwind as their own. Yet Julian, obsessed with power, blatantly ignores the danger, surrounded by advisors who feed his delusions. Fiercely opposing him is Marissa Fairmont, a werewolf and champion of the oppressed, who fights tyranny with both bravery and cunning. But her methods are not always noble, not stopping at anything, not even moral grounds to take down Julian. Amidst the chaos stands Michael Pyre, a shifter who has never shifted, deemed human in a world of monsters. After witnessing his own kin betray and slaughter an entire village, including his ex-fiancée, just to gain favor with Julian, he realizes the true monsters aren’t the ones with fangs or claws—they’re the ones who hide their cruelty behind words and lies. His courage to call out hypocrisy makes him a target—and a potential savior. When Michael realizes he could actually make a change, after a mysterious encounter with a scout giant, he finds an unexpected ally, Marissa. Their shared defiance sparks a fierce romance, but their differing ideals threaten to tear them apart. Marissa’s thirst for vengeance blinds her to the greater threat, while Michael’s desire for unity forces him to make impossible choices. Together, they must confront not only Julian’s oppression but also the monsters within themselves, as the giants of Frostvein close in, ready to devour their fractured world.

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump. Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future. In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords. Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter? “That’s strange.” “…” “Have we met somewhere before?” Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual… DISCLAIMER: The story isn't mine

A brilliantly manipulative and dangerously perceptive therapist uses his position of trust to dismantle the relationships of those who seek his help, pulling the strings from behind the scenes while maintaining the perfect façade of a healer.

I ran so fast— my boots digging into the snow. There was nothing to protect me from the cold. When I no longer heard his footsteps behind me, I risked a glance over my shoulder. Relief barely washed over me before I turned back, only to freeze in terror. He was standing right in front of me. He stalked towards me like a predator watching it’s prey. His eyes dark and cold. I swallowed hard, taking a slow step backward. “I think you are forgetting something, Freydis,” he murmured. “What?” “That a wolven, a beast like me, can’t be killed by a single stab,” he said. “If you wanted to kill me you should have aimed for the heart.” In an instant, he was not standing in front of me. He’d moved so fast that it left me breathless. I felt his fingers trail across my soft skin. I swallowed hard, my mind screaming for me to run. Just before I could do anything, he struck, his sharp fangs pierce into my skin.

In pain was reborn as a new race and in rage she accidentally gained a gang. A whirlwind of emotion mixed with guns in their conquest to the summit that will break the norm It may even dye the oceans and pile up on the lands With a brighter and darker world opened up to her, can time heal the girl's heart that shattered or will she be dragged by her bloody rage for revenge. All we need to care about is pulling them into the red abyss together.

When two worlds are born from the same breath, the soul splits. A man accused of murder fights to prove his innocence, but every night drags him into another life, a forgotten world where he is a knight, bound to a war that never ends. As the line between dream and reality begins to dissolve, a voice hidden beneath both lives starts to whisper. If both lives are real... Who is the one pulling the strings? A story about love, hatred, and what remains after the soul tears itself apart.

A sister and brother get struck by truck-kun, ending up as heroes in another world of never ending war. Encountering near-death experience after the next, they navigation a world that is not their own, while the gods pull the strings.

The thing about lies is that they demand more lies to survive. A small deception, harmless at first, can quickly spiral out of control. After accidentally killing his best friend, Quin—the hero—Alfie made an impulsive decision. He stole Quin’s identity and committed to living a double life, acting as the beloved hero in public while remaining his eccentric, unremarkable self behind closed doors. In a world ruled by superpowers, pulling off this deception isn’t impossible. But things take a turn when Quin’s colleague, Nox, starts to suspect him. How long can Alfie keep up the act before everything comes crashing down?

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)

"When there's nothing left to hide, only truth remains."

Introduction Brachytherapy is an advanced form of internal radiation therapy where a radiation source is placed directly inside or near the tumor. This localized treatment minimizes damage to surrounding healthy tissues and is commonly used for prostate, cervical, breast, and skin cancers.

What is Trichotillomania? To break it down it means, trich- ("hair"), tillein ("to pull or pluck"), and -mania ("madness"). An obsessive compulsive disorder that's can keep one from living the life they desire. It truly is a madness. This is the madness Celeste had to cope with on a daily basis. It controlled every aspect of her life. On days that the madness consumed her, life felt miserable and every thought was consumed by what others might think of her. If she ever felt anxious or overwhelmed the first thing she would do was pull. It was truly an exhausting existence. But when the world comes to an end her Trichotillomania becomes her greatest strength and everything in her life changes.

What happens when a world encounters an apocalypse it has never encountered before? When the appearance of dungeons and system changes the laws of society drastically, ability users are burderned with the duty to save the cities regardless of their age , health or class. What happens when three ability users along with a normal person meet each other through a situation no one could ever imagine happening? Is this destiny or the work of someone who is pulling strings behind the scenes?

Don't miss out on Margaret and Derek love story as they get through their differences will they succeed and find love or will the world pull them apart.

Dylan is being hunted, and Zephaniah risks life and limb to save him while demon lords pull the strings. This story is graphic and will have some serious topics. Viewer discretion is advised

A former dungeon boss, once feared across the land, seeks a peaceful life after centuries of managing minions, traps, and treasure. Now living in a remote town disguised as an ordinary human, he dedicates himself to raising his adopted human daughter, Lila. However, her adventurous spirit and determination to become a hero keep pulling him back into the dangerous world he left behind. To protect her, he secretly uses his dungeon-master skills to manipulate their quests and ensure her safety, all while trying to keep his true identity hidden.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Dr. Srinivasan, a curious and dedicated doctor, stumbles upon a mysterious woman who fell from the sky. Her body appears nearly invincible, with skin like steel, and her blood shows extraordinary properties unlike any human's. Intrigued, Dr. Srinivasan secretly collects a sample and begins researching, discovering that her blood has unique regenerative abilities. As he delves deeper, he realizes she might not be entirely human, leading him into a mystery that could have far-reaching consequences.