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Leila died at the hands of the people she trusted most in her past life, and she even uncovered the truth about her father's death. It was only then that she realized she was merely a chess piece in her stepmother's game, discarded once she lost her usefulness. She left the world filled with pain, resentment, and regret. But God doesn't condone evil. Leila was reborn, given a second chance eight years before her misery began! Now, she has the opportunity to correct her mistakes and live her life to the fullest. She rises to become a hidden big boss in many fields, in total control of everything—except her brother. ***Excerpt*** His calloused finger traced her nape sensually as he pinned her against the wall, towering above her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan and carefully called out, "Jayden?" He hummed lightly in response, his hand never stopping. "I—What are you doing?" He smirked, his attractive blue eyes shining affectionately as his hand moved down. "Doing you." Alright, she couldn't understand him at all! [2024 WSA Entry] NOTE: The main leads aren't related; they just address each other as brother and sister since they grew up together. Thanks for reading in advance, hope you gonna enjoy it. A/N: 300 Powerstones a week guarantee three extra chapters. 50 Golden Tickets a month also guarantee that.

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

Lu Weixi did the math in the morning. “Including today, you’ve been back a total of 10 days this month. We agreed when we got married five years ago that you’ll give me 50,000 a month, and that you’ll come home five days a month. You’ve exceeded that number. That'll be additional.” Qin Zhiyi curls his lips. “It’s too much of a hassle that way. How about we make it a lifelong deal?”

[The End of Full Text] "From just now, you've been looking at me with such malicious intent. Are you perhaps reminiscing about...the old dream of the night before last?" Liang Chen forcefully pulled Jing Haohao into the washroom. "I told you, what happened a few days ago was an accident. I'm not the kind of woman you can just casually touch!" Jing Haohao shook off the hand he had grasped onto her wrist, turned to leave, but was abruptly caught by Liang Chen. He lowered his head to her ear, a mischievous smile on his lips, cryptically saying: "Don't worry, if I can't casually touch, then I'll be serious when I do!"

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

After finding out she had at most five years left to live, Shikera Anderson could only live life in a carefree and unhindered manner, in order to numb the fear and sadness in her heart. However, her heart shattered when she was forced waste a year stuck in an marriage contract with a masked man, in exchange for her father's life. "The main clause of the contract: Don't touch my daughter!" Ethan DeLoach, the most wanted personality by all the press stations in the country, hated reporters with passion until one came into his life in form of a contract wife. He was able to keep her at bay until her despicable lips turned out to be the cure for his terrifying nightmares. As they experiment with their lips every night before sleeping, how long would it take them to succumb to the throngs of passion while throwing all caution to the wind? Will Shikera be able to dissolve the hatred Ethan has for reporters, with her plain and carefree attitude? How will Ethan react when he finds out what the repercussion was for breaking the contract? And finally, would the love between them defy Shikera's short life span? *** "Ethan, why the fuck did you not tell me I had hickeys on my neck?!" Shikera yelled. "I practically announced to the whole nation that I had a passionate night!" "That's not my fault though. You could have lied they were birthmarks." "And when the marks fade, another lie?" she asked irritatingly. He smirked mischievously at her words, before leaning over to whisper into her ear, "No worries, I will renew them every night."

[Wouldn't recommend reading this. I butchered the starting premium chapter pretty badly, now this is just an incomplete memory.] [ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

In a world that is aware of other worlds and systems, a reality show was created to have participants receive a system and face challenges. All for the entertainment of the world's that cam view it. All participants have no idea about other worlds actually existing, let alone something like this going on. Elmo is a young man who had been shopping when he was chosen to take part in this challenge. Part of him is intrigued by the idea of the challenges, but most of him would rather just go home. If only that was an option. The following are the main challenges in order in the story: Challenge #1: defeating the starting dungeon Challenge #2: prevent the assassination of the king Challenge #3: defeat the fire dragon Challenge #4: locate and capture a firebird Challenge #5: There will be no graphic descriptions of any mature content. When such material will appear, it will either be lime or just glossed over. I'm writing this as I go along. If you have any suggestions or thoughts I'd be happy to hear them. Cover art is AI generated If anyone has any thoughts or comments about this book they'd like to say, but not leave a record of it here, I can be contacted at etherelemental@gmail.com

You are not scared," his deep voice asked. "Why would I be I love every little detail about you, even those sharp scary fangs " she laughed. "No one who has seen me like this has ever stayed "Xavier's voice carried a hint of pain. "Your playing with fire Liana and I don't want to hurt you," he said. Liana kissed him, "Xavier your appearance won't scare me cause I don't care how you look. Call me crazy or stupid but I won't care cause all I see is a man who makes me feel something I never felt with any man," she said. His eyes narrowed into slits, she gasped as a feeling of fear and excitement filled her. Cold dangerous air seemed to fill the room but Liana's focus was on Xavier. "Liana " he sweetly called her name. Huffing she looked up at him. "are you going all the way with me " She nodded biting her lower lip seductively. His body pressed down on hers as he found his way into her.

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will Rosé find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

Zack is a nobody, until a tabloid mistakenly publishes a photo of him with rising star Kieran, claiming they’re dating. To control the damage, Kieran’s publicist suggests they fake the relationship, but pretending to be the boyfriend of someone this hot comes with unexpected challenges. From public dates to paparazzi scandals, their fake relationship heats up into something far more real—and sexual—than either expected. Characters: •Zack Williams• Age: 26 Height: 5’10” Hair: Dark brown, slightly wavy, and always a little messy Eyes: Hazel with flecks of green Skin: Light olive complexion, prone to blushing easily (much to his annoyance) Distinguishing Features: A faint scar on his left eyebrow from a childhood accident. His expressive face—his emotions are written all over it, making him terrible at hiding how he feels. •Kieran Knight• Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled, whether it’s in a tousled Eyes: Piercing gray with subtle blue undertones Skin: Fair, with a slight golden undertone that glows under the spotlight. Always impeccably groomed, with a faint five o’clock shadow that adds to his charm. Distinguishing Features: A small beauty mark just above his upper lip on the right side. A confident, teasing smile that makes people feel like they’re in on a secret.

“I’ll give you information and service equal to what you can pay.” The young shopkeeper’s dark eyes gleam as he watches the visitor, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. In a hidden corner of the empire’s bustling capital stands a magical shop brimming with wonders. But behind the shelves of enchanted items is a shopkeeper with no memory of his past, drawn into a maze of lost memories, forbidden magic, and dangerous secrets. Now, he must decide if discovering the truth is worth risking everything—or if some secrets are safer left forgotten.

“Elise…” I called out to her. I wanted to say something but my brain could not form any words to utter. So, her name in my lips lingered and silence enveloped us. I glimpsed at her peaceful face and, as if on cue, my nerves relaxed. I gently touched her cheeks using my thumb then moved to her lips. Everything is probably an understatement of what I am willing to do for her. Beyond everything, that is, if it exists. I moved closer to reach the seat belt and quickly strapped her. I also adjusted my seat and strapped my own. Then, I started the car engine and drove off. My mind wandered off our first meeting. She didn’t appear promising to me when she descended the doorstep of their house. She walks extremely slow and she hangs her head down like a sinner. The cuffs of her long sleeves were constantly pulled to hide her hands. Then, she looked up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were puffy and it was very obvious that she spent an hour, and probably more, crying. Nevertheless, she smiled at me, giving me an access to view her white teeth. She, then, accepted the flowers that I was offering. Her nails were clean and bare, no paint. Then, she muttered her first word to me, “Thank you.” After that, she went inside.

Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other. Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away." The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. ------------------ A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution. A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution. Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution. What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night? Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital. The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution. Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Shang stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

Winter had always gone with the flow of her life. Just living everyday the same Until... "i guess I need to show people who I really am" She said with a bloodthirsty look smiling coldly. ...... Winter rubbed her lips that was for bitten by the mysterious man. She stared at his straight back and smiled. "No I just have to catch a kiss stealer"

"hey handsome" she walked towards him with her hips swaying beautifully. she was indeed looking like a seductress. she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer. "do you realize I am your sister's boyfriend?" her red lips curved as she placed his hands on her boobs. "and I don't care" she connects their lips as her hands made its way into his Raven hair.

As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

[Warning: Matured Content] "Do you want me to carry you in my heart?" .... The moment he was born, the world remained in winter. No rainfall, no bright summer, only snowfall. He was a threat to every living being in the world... Cyrus, the devil incarnate. Devious, dangerous, cold as ice, the being everyone wanted to kill and the being everyone feared.. Being the only fire mage, Sage, the princess of Credia, stood as the main protector of her kingdom, Credia, during dangers. Her life changed when she was told that she was going to get married to a cold hearted beast, the last ice dragon. .... Excerpt "We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you," Sage said, gritting her teeth. A smile tugged his lips. "Is that so?" He asked and placed his leg on top of the other. Sage frowned deeply. "Yes," She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire. "I am going to sleep here, with you." Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly. Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. "Don't come closer!" "Why?" "I am going to burn you!" She screamed, closing her eyes shut. Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her. He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine. "I want you to burn me, my love,"

«Can a marriage built solely on mutual benefit grow into something more?» She is the daughter of the powerful Duke of the Nadal Empire, but due to certain circumstances has been rejected by her own family. Entering into a marriage of convenience with the deposed Crown Princess, she hopes to use her as a weapon to avenge her humiliation. Except… Is this plan really as foolproof as she thought? — Wife, you know what your biggest mistake was? You thought you could control me. — You… She suppressed a shudder and stepped back like prey caught in a beast's trap. — …But the thing is, I'm completely untrainable. The princess's lips covered hers, and Remesis felt as if she had been thrown into the centre of a storm she could not resist. Support me on: https://boosty.to/meredit

Love was nothing for Stella Cruze, the daughter of Magdalene Cruze, the  most puissant,dominated rich woman in town with a lot of companies.Member of a mafia clan and her popularity centered on her domineering demeanor and  overwhelming wealth Taking the first place in ranking of wealth. Stella was overwhelmingly beautiful and so attractive but inherited the domineering behavior of her mother.Stella ,as the only child of Magdalene already inherited Magdalene's wealth. Love was nothing to  Stella ,to her love was a waste of time that always results in pain. Apollo Dun was the son of the Don,Lucus, the most dangerous Mafia boss.All Apollo wanted from the day his mom left was to make his father proud but it seemed like an impossible dream since Aaron Dunn, his step brother —same age—always got in the way. Lucus got diagnosed with  Alzheimer's disease and was going to die in two years. All he wants before his death is to take the first place in ranking of wealth.So he tells his sons to take control over the Cruze Empire. But how can this be done without falling for the  attractive Stella Cruze. ----------------------- Excerpt "Don't try me Apollo"Her words conveyed anger but her voice showed how much she wanted this. Apollo held her chin, lifting her head a little."Or else?"he asked with a smirk.He didn't comprehend why he was enjoying this.Fine, because making her fall for him was easy than expected but it felt like he wanted this and he didn't comprehend this feeling. His closeness made her heart pound so fast.She felt her chicks turn red.Stella looked away and struggled to free herself from his grip. "Just..leave me alone"She said. "What if I say I won't?"Apollo asked with a grin ."Just admit it Stella, you want me"He added. That he said was true but she was too stubborn to accept it . Love was not on her menu. "Dream on" Finally she removed her had from his and walked pass him, catching her breathe.Then, suddenly he pulled her by the waist . They were close to each other and their lips were a mere inch away.This was the best chance for Apollo to do what he wanted from the first day he set his eyes on her.....To kiss her. They both stared at each other's lips. "You better be ready for this."Apollo said. "W—what—"She felt his lips connected to to her. I don't own the cover so please ask the owner for permission before using it. Thank you. I hope you'll like my second book.

[ MATURE CONTENT] status: complete April Jackson a 24 years old painter's life took the worst turn, in just a day she lost everything, her job, her home, and went totally bankrupt. In the darkest moment of her life, there was a flicker of hope. She got a generous offer from a stranger she couldn't resist. That one leap of faith changed her life drastically. As she ends up living with the most sort out bachelor in the city, Brad Sebastian Smith, a grumpy handsome billionaire who has an hidden malicious agenda. April wasn't the ordinary girl she thought she was, there were secrets about her life she is totally clueless about. She has something the vicious Brad Sebastian Smith wants, and he will stop at nothing to obtain it from her. Grumpy meets sunshine as their world collides. Broody Brad couldn't resist the bubbly jolly April innocent charms as he was caught up in a personal conflict of choosing April over his ambitions. Can Brad carry on his ulterior motive when April has completely hold his heart captive? Excerpt# Brad I can't believe this is the same quirky April Jackson I saw at my study days ago. Gone are the ridiculous Jeans and T-shirts. She was wearing a sexy black dress that caresses her body like a second skin, bringing out beautiful curves I didn't notice before. I nearly stumbled when my gaze fell on her sexy long legs, and her wild curly hair added a fierce appeal. She looks like sin. I had to support my weight by pressing my palm to the wall, lest I trip and fall. "Mr. Smith you are back," she said snapping me out of my daze. "Mr. Smith, are you ok? you look pale" she asked. I clenched my fist, my eyes darkens as I took a step towards her, I cornered her to the wall. Ever since I met her I feel like I am losing control, from her pushing my buttons, getting under my skin, and now to this. She is going to be trouble! I gaze at her with lust. Her eyes flickered open. For the first time, I noticed she has beautiful grey eyes. My gaze fell on her plump lips, painted with red seductive lipstick. She bit her lips stirring up a strong urge to brush my lips on hers, devouring her lips with the craving desire surging up in me.

A white witch... . A demon...... A grim reaper, all in the same mansion and each has their own problems. A girl who was prophesied to be the only one who could kill the demon ended up falling for him, the demon whose aim was to kill the person threatening his life with the help of the witches ...."Xavier, call me Xavier " "I'm a servant and I can't call you by your name" "please" and with the magic word, Hazel gave in "X-Xavier" for some reason, it sounded like a melody to Xavier's ear. He leaned closer pinning her, Hazel knew what was about to happen but she didn't want that knowing how her body reacts to his touch, she struggled to get free and as he noticed,he held her hands above her head with one arm and with the other he raised her chin up to meet his eyes. Hazel was breathing heavily at this point. "X-Xavier" she called to get his attention as it was on her lips, he looked at her and interrupted her next words "I love you and I mean it" and with that he crashed his lips on hers without warning

In my dying moment, I realized I was an extra in a novel with just one line. Resurrected, I resolved to survive before worrying about the original story. Destined to be the villain’s cruel madness, my medicine against it… His blue eyes sparkled fiercely. “Wish to die?” ‘No, I want to live.’ On the brink of collapse, I wrapped my trembling hands around the man’s neck. “Haah…” Insanity. His breath felt exhilarating. Is it perverse to find his breath refreshing? Wiping the drool off my lips, I gazed up at him dazedly. His madness overflowing, his handsome appearance belied his impending doom as the villain. Perfect. Just stick around and return home… But life never goes as planned. When did the once ice-cold man start to change, shedding his iron walls to become temptingly wicked? “Shall we get engaged?” He lifted my hand, kissing it deeply. “Why, why are you doing this?” “Where do you think you’re going without me?” He tilted his head slightly, flashing a sly smile. My face reddened, and his lips curled mischievously. Aren’t you an extra too? Why act like the male lead! I only needed the madness as a cure, but now I’m entangled with the villain, destined to vanish before the original story begins.

Madeline Reyes, the stupid second daughter of the Reyeses and Luther Blackford, the only prince of the Blackfords are a happily married couple in the eyes of others. As the families' secrets are revealed, will the two maintain their happily married life or will they separate just like all other wealthy couples. *Excerpt "None of your business", she answered coldly, not staring at his darkened face. "None of my business?", he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him." Madeline Reyes do not forget that you are my wife. I have the right to know." "Let go of me." She tried pushing him away but his hold on her was too strong. Her struggle ended when she felt his lips on hers.

Meet Irakiel, the ex Fairy King... now a Demon Lord with a face that could make the devil jealous, and the "totally not boasting, just stating facts" indirect sibling of the Supreme Nirvana Ancestrial Monarchial Absolute God Emperor. Life was a breeze until he pulled off a two-million-year resurrection stunt. Now, in a world where everything has evolved, one thing stayed constant – Irakiel's charm. He insists he's not a narcissist anymore, but hey, he's still HIM, blame Fate, not him! Or so he was blaming Fate until he got this notification.... *Ding!* [Lady Fate is laughing at your luck and sending extremely seductive winks.... with L-lip b-bites?! That's not the end of it!... LADY FATE YOU DARE! Ban!!! EMERGENCY!! We need a thot repellent!] Since then, Irakiel has never fully recovered from his state of shock or so he thinks. Often one can see him sitting against a dichromatic tree and staring at the moon with melancholy, finding comfort in solitude. 'Shouldn't have buttfucked the Moon Goddess.... I feel like she is following me everywhere.' ~ A Great Author named Oink once said, "Keep your enemies close and their wives, closer." ~ [Yandere] [Netori] [Grey MC] [Smut] [Harem] [Wincest] [Oyakadon] [Villain MC] [Lore] [Alpha MC] [Livestreaming] [Action] [Powerful Villains] [Well-Written Fights] [Light Hearted in a Dark World] Netori means stealing other people's lovers not getting your own lover stolen. ~ The Livestreaming does not officially begin until chapter 106. The first mention is in chapter 101. ~ Enjoy :) and have a cookie.

For some people, loneliness could just be a single season or a pinch of time. But for you, it is your whole existence and lifetime. You always have been wanting to be alone⁠— to be indepedent and unchained. This is to breakfree from the burden that has been keeping you from spreading your wings and soaring up to the sky. This burden that has been stopping you from becoming a beautiful butterfly. But outside the big wide world, you felt out of place. There are myriad of problems that you've faced. You may think that there's no one who got your back, and that if you fail and fall, everything will fade to black. You must not worry, my darling. I'm always here for you, listening. You are strong and not weak. You always have courage to express yourself and speak. Come meet me in our favorite place at dawn. With me, you always have someone to hang on. Hold my fingertips and kiss me with your cherry lips. - Sawyer

“I promised to grab you closer to myself” Alex grabbed Vivian closer as he was talking, and Vivian placing her soft breast on his chest. “Bites your soft and small lips” Alex kissed Vivian’s lower lips as he was talking; Vivian closed her eye and her heart breathing heavily. “Kiss you deeply still we feel that love between---“Vivian suddenly pushed him away with force and step back, looking at him and she didn’t really get herself. “What happened? Have you been lying to me all these while that you LOVE?” Alex said with loud voice. “No! No!! I love you and you know that” Vivian said with low voice and shaking. “Then this is the time to prove it to me, why don’t you want me to have that kiss that I have been waiting for so long----“ “I MARRIED TO YOUR BROTHER NOW” Vivian said with low voice as Alex was talking. ×××××××× Vivian and Alex had been an online lover for three years but all of a suddenly, Alex just disappeared from Vivian and turned to a ghost on social media's. Five years later, two of them met each other physically and Alex turned out to be her husband’s brother. Alex wanted the love back and despite to take her from his brother at all cost.

"Someday I'll kill you." Waylen whispers, into the man's ears. Hooking his slender arms around his neck teasingly. "Im always waiting my little amnesiac." The man mocks, licking his red lips. All the aware that a pair of golden scissors already drew blood from his throat. Waylen Noel has always lived for his twin sister Chess, so when an old man came, to take one of them away. He volunteered without question. Once a decade, The Estate holds a deathly game in which the winner is granted one wish. Caught between strange magic, sadistic minds, toxic love, and voices within his head, will he make it out still breathing?