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Alpha's Pregnant Omega

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.
Kelenne · 147.3K Views

Sharing a Pavilion With You

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.
ShuiShu · 239.9K Views

I Killed My Favourite Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---
Wish_499 · 48.5K Views
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