Saree Draping

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

Leon sat cross-legged in the middle of his dimly lit room, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. A single candle flickered beside him, casting long shadows on his face. With his narrowed eyes, a slightly crooked grin, and his hood draped low over his head, Leon looked less like an innocent 12-year-old experimenting with magic and more like a nefarious villain from a cheap mystery novel. In front of him sat his subject of choice—a small, trembling gray cat with wide, terrified eyes. Its tail twitched nervously, and it tried to edge away, but Leon's outstretched hands blocked its escape. “Don’t be scared,” Leon whispered in a low, gravelly tone, trying to be reassuring. “This will… probably be fine.” To the cat, however, his words sounded like a devilish chant. Its fur bristled as it tried to back away, but Leon gently nudged it closer with a book. “Trust me,” he said again, his grin widening. To the cat, it looked like the grin of a madman. Leon raised his hands, ready to channel his fusion magic. He had this brilliant idea—maybe if he combined the cat’s natural agility with some enchanted fabric, he could create the ultimate stealth companion! He focused, energy swirling in his hands— BAM! The door to his room exploded inward with a deafening crash. “LEON!” shouted a chorus of voices. Startled, Leon’s magic surged uncontrollably. The glowing energy veered off course, missed the cat entirely, and hit the pile of uniforms scattered near his bed. In an instant, there was a brilliant flash of light, a puff of ominous black smoke, and a strange sizzling sound. As the smoke cleared, Leon’s friends—Aiden, Samual, and Felix—stood frozen in the doorway, coughing and waving the smoke away. Their eyes adjusted to the scene: a very guilty-looking Leon, a terrified cat darting under the bed, and the unmistakable sight of a bright red bikini hanging off the edge of Leon’s desk, glimmering faintly with leftover magical energy. “What… the… hell?” Aiden muttered, his gaze darting between Leon and the bikini. Samual blinked, then smirked. “Leon,” he said slowly, his tone dripping with mockery, “I didn’t know you had… interesting hobbies.” Felix, the youngest of the group and usually the quietest, pointed at the smoke still curling from the bikini and whispered, “Is that… black magic?” “Wait, no!” Leon exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. “It’s not what it looks like! I was fusing! The magic just… misfired!” Samual crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sure, Leon. Because the first thing every 12-year-old fuses is a bikini. Totally normal.” Aiden leaned against the doorframe, pretending to look thoughtful. “It must be black magic,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “How else could a loser like Leon accidentally summon a bikini?”

In the sprawling expanse of a realm draped in the tapestries of magic and mystery, where empires rise and fall like echoes in time, a singular figure emerges from the annals of history – Emperor Alaric, the enigmatic sovereign whose destiny intertwines with the fate of an entire world. As shadows of intrigue dance upon the gilded halls of power, the Imperial Realm stands at the precipice of unprecedented challenges ~40 years back~ Once, the Imperial Throne bore the weight of another, a wise and formidable ruler whose exploits echoed through time. The previous emperor, a figure of both reverence and mystery, had navigated the intricacies of a world enchanted and treacherous. His legacy, a delicate tapestry of triumphs and enigmas, now shapes the destiny of his progeny. As the realm braces for the challenges of a new era, delve into the enigmatic history of the imperial lineage. Explore the secrets concealed in the halls of power, and witness the indelible mark left by the previous emperor on the very fabric of the Imperial Realm. "The Sovereign's Enigma" unveils a saga where the past casts a long shadow over the present, and the enigma of a father's reign sets the stage for a new emperor's destiny. ~ Inspired by "Reincarnated as an Emperor ~ Will the Emperor at Birth Survive?" by Maseki Katasa~ On Hiatus for next 3 months. Will be back by August 2024. Got into accident....

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He sees all and knows all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while all other choices lead to doom. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man who wears all black. He wears from a Black Hermit Hat to black robes draped with thin black silk. And his eyes shine a clean crimson glare when provoked. He also carries a Demonic Black Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.

Destruction and chaos spread on the once-vibrant Green Star, its surroundings plagued by the incessant noise of impending doom. An ominous darkness, akin to locusts, relentlessly devoured the land. "Why is this happening? Why?" A few melting figures glared at the impending doom of darkness above. A colossal shadow cast its veil over the Green Star, declaring an impending cataclysm. Above, a green pillar of light flickered intermittently, each appearance marking the vanishing of another source of life. Silence draped the star as both light and vitality were snuffed out. Everything became devoid of life, light, and silence spreading across the whole star along with darkness. Thousands of light years away, in the vast expanse of deep space, ripples distorted the fabric of the cosmos. A colossal shadow materialized, observing the distant spectacle of a supernova's explosive demise. Amidst cryptic symbols, a message emerged: "~~" "~~~" "~~~~~" Deciphering, "Not Found," "Erasure is Complete," "Proceeding to the next target."

Death is a promise always kept. It is not a deal that can be bargained with. Death cannot be persuaded. When the clock stops ticking, that's it, you're done. "The Beast of Howlure Hill has flesh like blue ice and teeth as white as frost. The Beast of Howlure Hill is a wolf that can stand like a man. The Beast of Howlure Hill wears an imperishable collar that controls him. But who is his master? The Beast of Howlure Hill has captivating eyes and a melodious voice he uses to lure dames to their death. The Beast of Howlure lives in a mansion surrounded by a labyrinthine on a hill far from the towns hidden in the woods dark and dreary. He is a wolf draped in midnight, forever prowling his keep under the gaze of an eternal full moon."

In a realm shrouded by humanity's darkest sins, a world adrift in a sea of lost purpose, Allthim decreed a final reckoning. Age after age, emissaries of divine light were cast forth, beacons in the night of ignorance. Yet, their sacred words were met with scorn, their holy missions met with steel. Now, as twilight descends upon creation, Souael, a soul ignited by fate, is chosen to be the last ember of hope. A mantle of destiny is draped upon his shoulders, a burden of truth to be borne. For within the heart of this world, a grotesque tapestry of deceit has been woven, a perversion of morality cloaked in societal grace. Souael, a sword unsheathed for righteousness, must first cleanse this corrupted soil before striking at the root of evil. Amidst the labyrinth of deception, he finds solace in the omniscience of his creator: "They weave webs of lies, but He is the master weaver of fate." With faith as his compass and justice as his blade, Souael embarks on a perilous journey, a cosmic ballet between light and darkness, as the world trembles on the precipice of oblivion. Note: I reworked my previous delayed novel. This time I have my precious semester break to write. I write it in my first language, so I just translate the original using AI. My apologize.

"Why bother throwing the man in the sea when you can just burn him and bury him deep into the forest?" Nic asked as he stood behind a man who was in front of a lot of computer screens. "What are you talking about?" The man didn't even look away from his computers when he asked indifferently. Nic draped his arms on the backrest of the sofa. He crossed his leg over the other and said, "I wouldn't be surprised if Meg would one day come here skipping happily to arrest you," He was looking at the screens in front of him until his eyes landed on the screen that shows the very woman he just mentioned. "She would definitely be happy to arrest me but she won't," Before Nic could ask why he was so confident, Timothy turned around to face him without standing up and asked, "What do you want?" Nic didn't even hesitate and straightforwardly said, "We want in," Timothy's eyes darken. "We?" He asked. "Me and Mason," Nic replied. "No," Timothy instantly answered and then turned his back on Nic to continue doing whatever it is that he was doing. "Why do you want to do this?" "I know that you are doing this because of what happened to your mother in the past and I believe in your purpose. We want to seek justice in our own way," Nic said. "This is unlawful," Timothy just said. "Since when did we abide by the law? Have you forgotten that we have our own rules, our own laws? Heck, we even have our own punishment and prison cells. You of all people should know that because you have been taking advantage of it since you were ten," Nic said. ********************************************** Nic, Mason, Daxon, and Matthew grew up together. Since their parents were friends, it was understandable that they grew up as friends as well. In fact, they always joked that they were friends before they were born. They care for each other. They look out for each other. They would kill for each other. Their bond was so deep that they always have each other's back. To the point that they would support and keep each others crimes. They were rich, smart, and powerful. Not to mention they were all good-looking young men. Everyone knows that. But not everyone knows the crimes that they were hiding. No know would know...no one should know. Except for their women. But the problem is...how are they going to tell their women that they are vigilantes who torture and kill criminals without making them run for the hills? Because if there is only one thing they fear...that is losing their women.

Hong Yi, a battle-hardened squad leader, had seen his fair share of fighting. Alongside his comrades, he fought tooth and nail to protect the remnants of humanity in a dying world. But one brutal encounter took a terrible turn. Witnessing his entire squad fall before him, Hong Yi blacked out, the world fading into oblivion. When he awoke, everything had changed. Hong Yi found himself in a strange new reality, inhabiting an unfamiliar body. To his further shock, a strange system was now lodged in his brain. This bizarre world, he discovered, was governed by a social hierarchy – Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Hong Yi, now had to mend broken family relations with along side with managing a company and saving his family from potential treats. In between fulfilling system's task, everything seemed to be fine until: As Hong Yi savored his meal, his mother dropped a bombshell. "A-Yi," she declared, "it's high time you gave me a grandchild!" Hong Yi choked, sputtering in surprise. "But Mom," he stammered, "I'm not even married!" A sly smile played on his mother's lips. "Who said you have to be married to have grandchildren?" she said, leaving Hong Yi utterly bewildered. *** "Brother Hong," a voice purred. Hong Yi looked up to see Yun Fei, a man with an overly flirtatious air, practically draped across his office desk. "You don't love me anymore," Yun Fei whined, batting his eyelashes dramatically. Hong Yi stared at him, completely bewildered. "Why won't you mark me?" Yun Fei pouted, inching closer and slipping into Hong Yi's lap. Before Hong Yi could even stammer out a response, Yun Fei pulled him in for a kiss. Hong Yi,: Let me speak *** Hong Yi felt a warm weight settle on his chest. Glancing down, he saw Yang Xu snuggled close, a contented smile on his face. A gurgling sound came from beside them – a baby nestled in a crib. "Alpha," Yang Xu murmured sleepily, "how many more kids do you want? Don't you think you've had enough already?" Hong Yi sputtered. "Me? You're asking me?" He gestured wildly at himself. Yang Xu, oblivious, simply placed the baby back in the crib before collapsing back onto Hong Yi. "It's fine," he mumbled, burying his face in Hong Yi's shoulder. "As you're my Alpha, I'm happy to comply with hubby's wishes and give you one more..." Hong Yi : no one is listening to me. *** Hong Yi flipped through a file, his brow furrowed in concentration, when a voice broke his focus. "Mr. Hong," Jing Hao started, a suggestive tone creeping into his voice, "what do you think of me?" Without looking up, Hong Yi replied, "Jing Hao, you're a valuable asset to the team. Hardworking, dedicated..." "But Mr. Hong," Jing Hao interrupted, throwing the file aside. He then proceeded to climb onto Hong Yi's lap, completely ignoring the startled yelp. "Being good isn't getting me anywhere. Especially not with you." Jing Hao began unbuttoning his shirt with a practiced ease. "Maybe," he continued in a husky whisper, leaning closer, "being a bad boy will finally get your attention." Before Hong Yi could even attempt to pry himself free, Jing Hao sealed his lips with a forceful kiss. Hong Yi: Can I at least get a word in? *** A loud clap echoed through the room. "Wow, Hong Yi," Yang He exclaimed, clapping his hands sarcastically, "what a loving family you have! You certainly know how to keep things lively." A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. "But you promised me I'd be your only one," he growled, yanking Hong Yi closer by his tie. "What happened to those promises you made, huh?" Hong Yi : There's no point. No matter what I say, they won't listen. *** ML who is dense as brick wall when it comes to matters of love x MC who can't keep hands to themselves. warning: this is a blharem in omegaverse and story revolves around protagonist gong. And MC collects protagonist shous as ash collects his pokemon.

A Vampire Princess had encountered something in the past, making her immune to the sun, the only Vampire to have achieved this. But for mysterious reasons, the Elder Lich, their vampire family was subservient towards learned of her mysterious nature, hatching a plan as it made the Elders of the vampire family betrothed the Vampire Princess to the Werewolf King, their sworn enemy that had slain countless younger vampires. And worst of all, the Elder Lich implanted its life vessel as his artificial heart, tying him down to its evil, mysterious schemes. It also created a fake bond between the Vampire Princess and the Werewolf King. "Our bond is the will of the heavens." Maximus whispered as he draped Lenora over his shoulder, running with her in tow, "And, our love is the underlying proof of that." The couple was under an illusion of love thanks to Lich's machinations. But, what would happen when it is revealed? Will their fake bond trump the tests of fate? Or will it be severed under the relentless pursuit of truth? Only the Lich knew, and so will you, once you finish this novel. ---------- Author's Notes: The characters used to make the cover doesn't belong to me. I got this edited by someone the way it looks now. other Works: 1. EMPRESS OF BUSINESS WORLD [Completed] 2. MY NEW LOVER IS A PRESIDENT. [Completed] 3. CEO DADDY, LET'S GET MOMMY [Ongoing] 4. TEMPTING MY RENTED BOYFRIEND [Completed] 5. HER TRUE SOULMATE. [Completed] 6. MOON LOVERS: CRAVING FOR MY FAKE VAMPIRE MATE [Ongoing] 7. VAMPIRE KING'S WEREWOLF BRIDE [Ongoing] 8. Mafia King's Seduction Lessons [Ongoing] 9. CHANGING SEASONS (AVAILABLE IN AMAZON) Do give a read for my other books. Thank you

[WARNING: Mature Content] Agent Selene and Agent Helios had always been at each other’s throats, competing as the top agent for the secret organization “Mythos.” But that competition would have to stop as they were suddenly called to cooperate for the hardest mission there ever was. “Agents, both of you have been chosen to work together and go undercover to infiltrate the biggest, most dangerous, and longest-running syndicate there is—Kraken….” “Sounds fun. What will be our cover?” “A married couple.” “Oh, a married—WHAT?!” Having no choice but to put a temporary truce on their feud, they set out to complete the mission. However, when the mysteries started completing themselves like a puzzle, their once friendly rivalry just turned into one hell of a reality. Driven by the ghost of their pasts, they found themselves pointing the gun toward each other. Will they choose the path of revenge draped in cold blood? Will their love be greater than the scream of justice and vengeance? Or perhaps, there’s something more that’s carefully hidden in the dark? __________________________ This book comes in 3 Acts, separated into Volumes: Act 1: Operation Upheaval Act 2: Operation Mayhem Act 3: Operation Havoc __________________________ Don't forget to VOTE, COMMENT, and REVIEW Instagram / TiktTok: macy_bae_writes _____________ Please do not plagiarize this book or post it on different platforms. Read directly in the Webnovel app or website (webnovel.com). All rights are reserved to the author.

Just as the whispers grew in intensity, the spotlight shifted from the entrance to the figure stepping into view. A momentary silence gripped the room before a wave of astonishment swept through the audience. "It's her... The lady from the news." "The Rowland heiress. The New CEO." "No way! Is that her?" "Wow! She's so beautiful and young!" As Kathryn stepped into the auditorium, the gaze of everyone fixated on her. Walking towards the stage with security guards behind her, the atmosphere became charged with tension. There he was, her ex-husband, Marcus Thompson, draped in arrogance as always, holding hands with his new flame, the mistress who shattered their vows. Marcus and his Mistress's eyes widened in disbelief as they saw Kathryn, a woman they thought they had reduced to mere ashes. Little did they know, that beneath her polished exterior, Kathryn had always been a heiress, and now the CEO of one of the biggest thriving tech empires in England. The power dynamics shifted, and at that moment, they were the ones left speechless, realizing they had underestimated her. ******* In a world of power struggles and deceit, Kathryn Rowland emerges from the ashes of a shattered marriage with her ex-husband to reclaim her position as the Heiress of the biggest Tech company in Birmingham City. As she battles an inheritance war with her vicious adopted older brother, David Rowland, Kathryn finds herself torn between her hurtful past and uncertain future. With TechSphere, a billion-dollar empire, at stake, and her heart on the line, Kathryn must prove herself worthy of the position of CEO and win back the love of Anderson, who she once left behind six years ago. Will Kathryn emerge victorious, or will the shadows of her past marriage scandal consume her? Dive into a gripping tale of Fortune Reckoning: Sweet Revenge Against Her Ex-husband.

‘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

My breath hitched, her mismatched eyes meeting mine. Her golden cat eye matched the scarlet reaper’s eyes, her white hair brightening to match the various oranges and reds of my eyes. Bruises covered her skin, a defiant snarl curled on her determined face. Lowering my feet, something was about to happen. All four elements swirled in her broken soul, her immortality capturing my eyes. There was no way another immortal existed, my glass of water spilling the moment I leaned onto the table. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, her inky fingernails extending into claws. My cock stiffened at her five foot seven hourglass figure, my eyes tracing the diamond chain bikini as it draped over her flat stomach. Another desire brewed in me, something telling me to take her now. Whispering something in her ears, low growls rumbled in her throat. Shaking off her hot temper, she stood straight up. “I am Ellasandra and I am excellent at cooking and cleaning. I am the wife of your dreams. Besides, I am a virgin after all.” She chirped with a false smile, her thighs rubbing together. “I have prepared a dance for you. Please enjoy!” Pressing her palms together, a scarlet circle glowed underneath her. Every step of her seductive dance unlocked another gate, the audience none the wiser.

When you turn seventeen, right when it reaches midnight, you will have to choose a god to pray to until the end of your life. There are many gods within the world, and you have seventeen years to choose one to be your god. The tricky thing is, humans may have chosen a god, but god has to choose the human too. It has to be mutual for both of them. On the last day of being sixteen years old, humans have to prove that they are worthy of their chosen God. On his way out of the grand temple of God of Everything, Azazel ended up discovering an almost forgotten god. “I really want to pray right now,” he trembled. Ragged breaths adorned the air. His white hair color slowly draped in red from the wound on his head. He knew this was the end. He would lose the game of this pretend war. He never had the chance to win the death battle. “-but I don’t know who to pray to. I never get the chance to.” He whispered, feeling the life slowly seeping out of his body. “Me.” A silvery voice echoed in his mind, talking right into his soul. The God of War, the forgotten God, had spoken to him on the edge of his life. “Pray to me.” This is a story from god’s point of view. ---------- Or you can say that this is a found family among Gods :D Anyway, enjoy your stay in this book! ---------- All characters and religions are works of fiction. ---------- Want to be friends? Discord: Moonaisy#4684

Clara died on October the 22nd at 3:30, 10 minutes ago. An uneventful death, as she was attempting to reach for her phone on the window panel to order a breakup pizza, Clara's demise was caused by a few unfortunate events which lead her to drop 10 stories down. Then hit her head on her ex boyfriend's car roof. How embarrassing. Azrail died on October the 22nd at 3:30, 10 decades ago. The details of his death are unknown. All he knows is one individual. Clara Solis. But who the hell is that? ------------ Clara Solis thinks she is in hell. She's pretty sure that angels don't have protruding fangs and smoke pot. All she can see is people in cloaks and drapes. Sooooo.. there has to have been a mistake. Azrail knows that he isn't in hell. Not because of the angel that has passed out at his feet, but because the nauseating odour of antiseptic that's currently assaulting his nose. It doesn't smell like rot. He hates it. ------------

A fishy smell wafted around the place. Men, old people, even innocent children lay motionless with cold body temperatures. A man stood indifferently around where the bodies were scattered. Holding the sword that was still stained with blood, he headed for a place that was not affected by a single drop of red stain that adorned his surroundings. He knelt down to caress the pale cheek of a girl hidden behind the shield he had created. He took off the fluttering black cloth he was wearing and gently draped the robe that had been stained with warmth over the girl. "You see." "They died because of you." "You should never have run away from me." "Let's go back Rosalia." whispered the young man softly among the gusts of the night wind that choked.

"The More You Hate, The More You Love" Ang simpleng kasabihan na 'yan ba ay totoo o kathang-isip lang? Mapapatunayan ba ng kwentong ito na pwede mong mahalin ang isang tao kahit siya ang mortal enemy mo? Samu't saring opinyon at iba't ibang pananaw subalit ang tanging masasabi ko lang ay, expect the unexpected. Traydor si kupido, hindi mo alam kung kanino niya itututok ang pana at kailan niya ititira ito. Halika't samahan mo akong tunghayan at subaybayan ang buhay ni Yaminah Ava Huxley; Ang babaeng mag kakaroon ng magulo pero masayang mundo. Sabay-sabay tayong umiyak, tumawa, magalit at ma-inlove.

With the thought draped o'er his mind, he moved to plant a kiss on her forehead. And as the touch disconnected, he whispered, "Call her Annie". And like a swift breeze, he crossed the range of her vision. She strained her eyes through the hot tears streaming down her hearthless cheeks, trying to capture every glimpse of her man, the last of her home, her family, fade into Oblivion. -----------×----------- A story, of a woman with a daughter in her womb, alone in a desert, the part of desert laving off in the sea, parting from the mainland. Forced by fate to nothing but walk all the way to the shore and cross beyond, with short of supplies and a child growing inside her

When I take a step to go out of the room, she started to remove her saree! Wow! She is my wife and its no wrong in seeing her. My heart and mind were fighting with each other and as I am not a very good boy, I wanted to see what is she hiding behind that saree! Yeah you can call me pervert! But hey she is my wife and she is the most sexy girl I have ever noticed! Rishi, a billionaire who is ready to tie knots to the love of his life. He falls in love with his newly wed wife but fails to unveil it and to top it all, his lost love gets back to him. Danya, a regular normal girl of 21yrs came to the same wedding to see her to be groom. It's a story of a girl who falls for a man whom she knew from far past. But the man never recognizes her. Even then he falls for her charms. It's a happy story with some comedy romance and a lil drama. Don't be a silent reader guys! If you enjoy reading it, don't forget to drop in your reviews! Also Share it with your friends if you like it! Thank you!

I woke up to find my face snuggled in her boobs and her legs draped over me like a vice grip Without any rational thinking, I licked her nipple and sucked them. It's so dirty doing what am I doing but it felt so good . . . . "Why did you stop?" said raspy voice ———————— Anna a quiet and a submissive girl comes to stay with a bold and a dominant girl... Women. Something stirred inside Anna. The feeling she never had. Is this love or lust she feels for her roommate. Roommate named Venice. Will it turn into love or a continuous cycle of cry, hate and doubt. Now the question rises is she a bio or is her roommate. . . . Read this story to find how Anna finds love in a woman who is completely different from her.

Madalas nararanasan ng mga teenager ang samo't saring emosyon. Si Lyn Montemayor ay isang maganda at matalinong dilag,ngunit sabi nga ng iba na kung sino pa ang matalino,ito pa ang t-a-n-g-a sa pag-ibig.Mapatunayan kayang tama ang sabi ng iba nang makilala niya si Drick Mendez? Ano kayang meron sa pamagat?Paano mo malalaman kung hindi mo bubuksan?

If she weren’t brown, her red cheeks would have been evident but her thudding heartbeat couldn’t hide.

Lin Nuannuan never expected to transmigrate from a simple bath! She could handle that, but why did she transmigrate into a world of Beastmen? There are handsome Beastmen draped in animal hide everywhere. And all of them have their long legs exposed! What? The tiger and white wolf wants to marry me!? NO! NO! NO! Nothing good comes from a love that transcends species. Give up!

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