Chuck Tingle

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.

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

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)

Shadows and heartbeat I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued woman accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. As fragments of their past becomes clearer, Natasha and Drogen must piece together the truth about their connection—a truth that holds the power to either break Drogen's curse or plunge both realms into chaos. With time running out, their choice becomes the key to saving themselves and preserving the fragile balance between the living and the dead. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

Xin Yan was betrayed in her past life, brutally killed by her boyfriend and her best friend. But she didn't expect to get reincarnated. "In this life, I will plot my revenge against those who have harmed I and my family," Xin Yan vowed. "Darling, don't you need me to help," a coquettish male lead asked. Xin Yan felt her scalp tingle as she gritted her teeth. "Fine," it wasn't bad to have someone take revenge on her behalf, was it? Have questions? Chat me up on discord: Favy2007

"Let me fall in love with you." With his ocean blue eyes, he looks at me. "I can't ...We are enemies." "I-" I know that. I doubt anyone knows it better than us. But still I can't help it. I want to love you. I want you to love me. I want us to be together. I wish I could declare this to whole world. Slowly extending his hands towards me, he says"One day we will not be enemies, maybe then we can be lovers." What do I say to that? Do I tell him I will wait... Or question him when? I have so many questions to ask him. But again how do I break it to him. "..." "n.." His gaze stuck on me for a while finally disappears. Facing straight, he finally breaks the silence with a soft wispher"Not just lovers." "Yes." I question him not believing my ears. Maybe the whistle of air is hindering my hearing. He whimpers. Completely turning away his head, he adds"Not just lovers but spouses." "Are you proposing to me?" I couldn't believe my ears, I couldn't believe reality. I am dreaming, aren't I? Maybe the night's cold is finally getting to me. "Yes,I will you accept?" He heard that. Noway did I speak aloud? Huh. The tips of his ear are little red. He is so cute. I can't help but smile to that. "You do realize you are asking me to wait to date right?" He turns and stares me down in eyes. He looks pitful. Maybe to an outsiders, it looks like I am bullying him. "I will give you the answer when we aren't enemies. He looked away. He had a frown on his face. "When the night comes, will we meet again." I asked him, gazing upon the stars in the sky. " When the night comes, I will also come with it." His replied made my heart tingle. "But I don't know about you." My face had a soft smile.

Step into the eerie tale of *A Dark Secret*, set in the serene yet mysterious town of Nuwara Eliya. Beneath its misty hills and quiet charm, Ali, a reserved librarian, discovers a legacy that shatters his peaceful existence. Inheriting a forbidden book from his enigmatic grandfather, Ali uncovers secrets of an ancestral society steeped in the occult. As the whispers of dark rituals and hidden truths intensify, Ali is thrust into a chilling journey of power, sacrifice, and inner turmoil. With each revelation, he grapples with the sinister forces that threaten to consume him. This compelling story weaves themes of curiosity, redemption, and the haunting clash between light and shadow. Can Ali reclaim his humanity, or will he become a prisoner of the darkness within? *A Dark Secret* is a spine-tingling tale of suspense and supernatural intrigue, leaving readers captivated by its depth and lingering mysteries.

Shivering hands, tingling spine, a foreboding sense of danger I'm trembling in excitement Danger has always been a drug to Elise but unfortunately due to a warning note along with her parents body she suppressed her urge to get herself in thrilling danger but it all changed when she opened her apartment and what greeted her was an unfamiliar layout An expensive apartment that she could not afford 'How much money did it cost to make this place look so homely' She thought enviously

[Warning: Mature Content] "Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?" "For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant." Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart. But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before. ---------------- Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :) Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters! ---------------- [Sneak Peek] He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. "Say you want me," he whispered. "Bai Ye—" I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth. Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree. "Bai Ye …" I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. "Of course I want you … Right here, right now." He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.

"Moonlit Whispers: A Chilling Tale of Love and Betrayal" takes readers on a captivating journey into the enigmatic world of Emily and Alexander. Set against the backdrop of a remote and eerie mansion nestled deep in the woods, their passionate love story unfolds under the haunting glow of the moonlight. Emily, a reclusive artist haunted by her own tragic past, finds solace in the solitude of the mansion. However, her world is turned upside down when she encounters the charismatic and mysterious Alexander, a man with a dark secret of his own. As their intense romance blossoms, the mansion's ominous history resurfaces, casting doubts and shadows over their relationship. Unexplained occurrences and eerie whispers heighten the suspense, leaving Emily torn between her feelings for Alexander and the chilling secrets that threaten to consume them both. Betrayal lurks around every corner as Emily delves deeper into the mansion's history, unearthing a web of deceit and treachery that challenges the very foundation of their love. As the moonlight reveals hidden truths and sinister motives, Emily must confront the haunting past and make a heart-wrenching decision that will shape their fate forever. "Moonlit Whispers" is a chilling tale that weaves together the intoxicating allure of romance with the spine-tingling suspense of betrayal, ultimately revealing that love and darkness can intertwine in ways unimaginable. Will Emily and Alexander's love withstand the sinister forces at play, or will their passion be consumed by the shadows of their own secrets?

[Mature Content] Aurora opened her mouth to say something but only a shaky breath left her lips. Sure she knew she had a sad life, the worse actually. But did fate really have to pair her… With HADES?! Standing before her was the god of death and the underworld. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades’ beauty. The god seated before her was not an old man with a white beard that reached his foot, he was the true definition of glamour. “Well, you beat my expectations. I expected a slim figured sad child.” Hades spoke, his voice sending tingles down Aurora's spine. “And I expected an old man with wonky tooth holding a stick to support his remaining lifeline.” Hades opened his mouth to say something about her outburst, while Aurora mentally faced Palmed herself wishing she hadn't said that to the god of the underworld. She stared at him expecting him to cast her into the darkest hell cell as punishment, but his lips only pulled up a grin. “Well, well… I guess I had expected little from my human mate.” AN-:) IF YOU WANT TO REACH OUT TO THE AUTHOR OR TALK ABOUT THE BOOK (give ideas and whatnot) HERE’S MY DISCORD SERVER NAME ryia6993 LITTLE SPOILER ALERT AS YOU CONTINUE READING I'm going to drop a few hints. Maybe it will help maybe it won't. 1. Before Aurora met Hades she didn't give a fuck about anyone. 2. She did (started caring ) when she met Hades and it made her look somewhat ‘cliche’ wanting his attention and whatnot. 3. Apparently, it was a way to tame her. The bond. 4. She recollects herself but in Hades enemy's hands. 5. There happens to be a ‘Reverse Harem’ Hope this helps when you start reading.

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David, an avid Xianxia and Wuxia novel reader wrote his novel. But when he ended the novel in a shitty ass way, he was lambasted by his novel fans. A fan would reveal himself to be the one above all. Tells David, " Fix yo shit, or imma deflower yo ass" Immediately, the big dicked Chad chucked David into a reincarnation wormhole. And David would soon realize he had become the main character of his novel, Gao Feng.

*Author's other work (The Dragon Prince's Bride)* *** After surviving the utter destruction of the entire world, Kiva Quin and her best friend Skye Gailey find themselves in another world. The world of the ones who destroyed their home. The world of the demons. Kiva, who never believed in the existence of demons, now has to live in a world full of them. They've taken her family from her and thus she harbors a hatred, vowing to take her revenge and kill the one responsible for the destruction of her world: Leonis Rein; supreme ruler of the demon world. Leonis is a man who doesn't believe in love. He believes in taking possession of whatever catches his attention… And she did. He meets Kiva, and her aggressive, persistent nature draws him to her. Slowly, Leonis starts harboring an unhealthy obsession for Kiva. Kiva would do any and everything to put a knife in the heart of Leonis, or die doing so. But Leonis doesn't plan on letting death take her. At least not yet. *** Excerpt Holding both my hands tightly together behind me with just one of his own, Leonis pressed his broad chest upon my back as I wriggled and try to get out of his stronghold. A gesture I knew was futile because he was strong, very strong. "Run if you like." His whisper sounded next to my left ear, and I wished to deny it, I wished to tell myself I don't feel it, but I do. I feel a certain tingle every time this demon is this close to me. "I will pursue you. Hide if you must, I shall find you, and die if you choose, I shall make death cough your soul back into your cold body." I knew it. He will never let me go.

In the mystical realm of Eryndor, where magic is the lifeblood of society, young Luth Hxavion, a scion of the prestigious Hxavion noble house, grapples with a debilitating condition known as Mana Invocation Disorder. This rare ailment prevents him from casting spells, rendering him an outcast in a world where magical prowess is revered above all. Despite his deep understanding of magic theory, Luth’s condition leaves him powerless, constantly overshadowed by his peers and the expectations of his lineage. One fateful day, while rummaging through the forgotten remnants of his family’s library, Luth stumbles upon an old, tarnished magic pen. At first glance, it appears to be a faulty relic of no significance. But as he grips the pen, he feels a faint, unfamiliar tingle—a spark of mana. Desperate to harness any semblance of power, Luth begins to experiment with the pen, tracing intricate patterns and symbols with his mana. To his astonishment, these symbols, though foreign and mysterious, manifest as spells. Unlike traditional magic, these symbols hold a raw, unrefined power, capable of feats beyond ordinary spellcasting. With each stroke, Luth pioneers a new form of magic, creating what he dubs "Runes." These arcane symbols become his lifeline, a way to channel his mana and assert his place in the world. As Luth delves deeper into the secrets of rune magic, he uncovers ancient prophecies hinting at a time before magic was formalized, when primordial forces shaped the world. His discovery of rune magic, it seems, is no accident. Luth's journey is intertwined with a greater destiny: to bring balance to Eryndor and restore a lost age of magic.

Jace Elinham had died and found himself in front of a being of unbridled power and authority. a goddess! Offered a chance at a second life, Jace has to choose three cards which will follow him to the new world. In return for the second life, he has to slay Seven Great Evil Beasts! "Luck can be a fickle thing, but in a world of magic and monsters, it can often make the difference between life and death." Jace extended his hand and reached for one of the cards, feeling a slight tingle as his fingers brushed its surface. He pulled it free, and the card shimmered, then flipped itself over in his palm. [4-Star Goodluck] A radiant golden glow filled the air around him, and Jace could feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The card displayed a symbol of a four-leaf clover, its leaves sparkling with a bright, ethereal light. "There are five levels of luck in both good and bad," the goddess explained, "with five stars representing the highest tier." Jace smirked. "I'll take it. Better than rolling the dice on bad luck, anyway." The goddess nodded approvingly. "Now, for the second draw—your race and background." She gestured to the next set of cards, which were glowing in a deep blue. Jace reached out again, this time with a bit more confidence. He selected one of the cards, and as it flipped over, a brilliant blue light illuminated the platform. [Human – Noble Birth, Goldheart Family] The card showed a coat of arms—a golden heart emblazoned on a field of silver. Beneath it, intricate scrollwork spelled out the name Goldheart. Jace's eyes narrowed as he studied the card, trying to make sense of the symbolism. "Now, for the final draw—your skill." The last set of cards hovered before him, glowing in a mixture of silver and gold. Jace felt a surge of anticipation as he reached for one of the cards. [Skill Draw] [Fusion] He'd receive two skills in one card. Two abnormal skills! "This second chance comes with its own responsibilities. The seven great evil beasts will not wait forever. When the time comes, you must be ready to face them." Jace met her gaze, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "I'll be ready," he said. "And I'll do it my way." The goddess's smile was full of quiet pride as she raised her hand. "Then go forth, and may your journey be filled with fortune and growth." Blessed with these and reborn as Raiden Goldheart, Jace will rise to the pinnacle of magic in his own way, on his own terms, creating a path that's both Heroic and Villainous. He'll create the Path of the Villainous Hero! All so he can fulfill the Request of the Goddess.

[TRIGGER WARNING: DARK THEMES, MATURE CONTENT] In a world where humans, werewolves, vampires, fey, and other supernatural beings coexist, Isleen; an Omega who has been subject to multiple bullying and ridicule in the pack because of her parent's past, faces a challenging dilemma. She's dating Kylo but unexpectedly discovers that his strict father, Rhett, who is the pack’s Gamma, is her destined mate. Conflict arises as a war breaks out among the supernatural creatures and the death toll rises. Isleen struggles with her loyalty to her boyfriend, and the powerful pull she feels towards his father, due to the mate bond. —— Imagine getting married at Eighteen to a woman old enough to be your mother– all because of your loyalty to the Moon Goddess? Welcome to Rhett’s reality. Rhett DarkWater is a man of principles but not without his share of secrets and hidden missions. After finding out who his second fated mate is, he battles with his devotion to the Moon Goddess, his loyalty to his son, and his duty as the Gamma who is supposed to protect the pack—not have his son’s girlfriend pinned beneath him in a corner with her clothes off. Unfortunately for Rhett and Isleen, the mate bond knows no morality – it attacks, and when it does, two hearts must become one. —— I and Gamma Rhett just kissed again. He knelt before me, his hand reaching out to touch me, but I flinched away. "Isleen," he muttered. "This is wrong," I cried. "We can't do this. It's forbidden. W-what about Kylo?” He stared at me, his eyes burning with a passion that frightened me to the core. Yet, it left tingling sensational effects all over my body. "Don't fight it, Isleen. We are mates. This is what we're meant for." ~~ Follow me on all socials; @HeeSha_TA Read my other works: ”My Masked CEO is a Fairy Prince!” “Forbidden Heaven’s Descendants (The Chosen One)” “Medusa and a Magical School” “Mysterious People Next Door” I hope to get to know you in the comments. Happy reading. Cheers!

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT} Cold air brushed my face. Where am I? I couldn't tell, as everything was dark. Am I dead? Is this death? Everything submerged in darkness, where I couldn’t see anything or know where I was—not to mention having no idea if I still had a body. “She’s still alive…” I heard an indistinct voice, sounding so detached, bringing forth a terrible headache. Wait a minute. I’m still alive? Then I heard heavy footsteps moving closer to where I was, step after step. As cold as I lay, as broken as I was, I felt my skin crawling with fear, even with my eyes still tightly shut; the aura was overwhelming. The footsteps eventually stopped right before me. My brain and my body were sending me danger signals. This feeling was different from anything I’d ever felt. After a while of silence, I slowly parted my eyes to catch a glimpse of the figure standing before me, but I could see nothing except a blurry pair of emerald green eyes. And just like that, the footsteps retreated. Were they leaving? I asked inwardly as my eyes fluttered closed again, submitting myself to the darkness. But before I could go any further, I heard the deepest, coldest voice I’d ever encountered in my life. “Take her. She’s coming with me.” --- **Excerpt** “Why are you here?” He didn't respond this time. Instead, a familiar—oh, so familiar—chill crawled up my skin, settling on my heart, numbing it altogether. He'd been behind me all along. I remembered this feeling, and I remembered more when I felt him stop by my side. His large palm touched my jaw, bringing my face to look at him—at his emerald green eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it? You saved me from the cliff. I should be dead, forgotten. Why did you bring me back to this heart-wrenching place?” His fingers slipped through my silvery locks, and his gentle, hot breath fanned against my neck, leaving a tingling trail. “Because it’s not time for your death, Kaila, my sweet lady.” His lips paused by the tip of my ear. “And… I recognized fire when I saw one. Although I’m not often drawn to every fire, yours roared differently.” “You know nothing,” I whispered. He chuckled softly. “Yes. I didn't, but your eyes betray a deep, much deeper hunger, Kaila… Is it revenge? Or something more?” “What if I want to burn them all?” “Then allow me to be your fire.” --- Kaila Wynter endured being a slave for her mate, James Wellesley, for years in the pack, thinking he loved her. But when he returned, he not only paid her no mind and rejected her, he took everything, including her legs, and turned a blind eye while the whole pack chanted to kill her for something she knew nothing about. However, everything changed the night he came—the rumored king of hell. Rumors whispered that his touch brought destruction. But what if he didn’t destroy her, but claimed her, even as broken and damaged as she was? They thought they had tossed her to her death; little did they know it would be their fall and her rise.

"Can you shift?" His voice was notably softer. I was grateful for it. As best as I could, I shook my head. The lingering dizziness rang through my head again. With another step forward, I let out my millionth whimper of the day. Goddess, I was like a boring yet concerning recording. From my personal experience, anytime someone with more power than you steps towards you, you should run. You should run far, far away as fast as you can. Chances were, they're going to hurt you. They're going to beat the shit out of you and that's honestly the best you should hope for. He stopped his movements, seeming to give me the time I so desperately need. He sighs. I'm probably annoying him. There was less than five feet between us now. He took another cautious step. I bit my cheek as best I could. "It's okay, little one." He took the final step towards me before crouching down. Even crouched down, I still felt so tiny in his presence; especially while I was in my wolf form. He reached his hand out towards me agonizingly slowly. I begged my fears to go away, putting my head down. Maybe if I can't see him, I won't be too scared. I could feel his hand hovering over me, a static-like feeling I'd never felt before letting me know. Finally, his hand touched my back. The static exploded into tingles. I jumped a little at first, the unknown worrying me. But. . . It feels so good. I'd never experienced this before but I never want it to stop. I relax under his touch. He picked up my small form and held me close, the tingles expanding. There was pain as he picked me up but the tingles were distracting me a good amount. "What's happened to you, little one?"

Zaroon Khan, 26 years old, hardworking, Workaholic, Introvert, Software Engineer, Kind Hearted, CEO of his Startup. Zehra Shaikh, 23 Year's old, Studying Medicine in the final year, With pure soul, Generous & Lively Person. She is a heavy sleeper. He is insomniac. She is Foodie. He is Health conscious. She is Extrovert. He is Introvert. She is Childish. He is Mature. She is Cheerful. He is Calm. She is Short Tempered. He doesn't get angry easily. Two different personalities, Two different persons, complete opposite of each other. When these two opposite poles will meet will they attract towards each other? If yes will their attraction last for long due to different thinking and personality? This is all game of destiny when they two get married while for one it is arranged marriage we can’t say the same for the another one!what will happen when the problems of life will strike upon them! Will they be able to solve their problems together or they will pull apart? Follow the Journey of Zaroon and Dr.Zehra who will face laughter, sadness, tears, love, misunderstandings all together. Will their love will be greater than their opposite personalities and thinking? ~*~ He made a confused face but when he looked at her face which was Looking like she was hardly controlling her laughter. "You made me a fool?" He asked still confused,on reply she laughed out loud on him. "I am sorry,but your expressions were worth it!" She said removing a small drop of tear from corner of her eyes due to her laughter. He smiled looking at her who was laughing without a care in the world. But he soon came out of his world, his eyes twinkle as mischievous ideas came into his mind. He came in front of her where she was standing and slowly raised his hand, he brushed her hair strands which were on her face, and kept them behind her ear while doing every movement very slowly. Zehra closed her eyes on the feel of his touch. Her skin started to tingle where his fingers touched her cheeks till behind her ears. "Zehra" he said in whisper on which she opened her eyes only to met with Black charcoal orbs which were staring at her intently. "Hmm" she hummed lost in the intensity of his orbs. "Even I couldn't find it!" He said still in whisper,she got confused as in what he couldn't find. ~*~ "Shut up, just shut the hell up." He yelled at her bringing more tears in her eyes and he started pacing around the room. "Listen... Listen to me" She spoke in a whisper making him more furious. His eyes have become red and his body started shaking due to the anger boiling inside him. "If you want to explain your filthy sentence which you just spoke then it would be better if you would not speak at all" He again said in the same voice making her cower back in fear seeing his state, hearing his loud voice his mother rushed to their bedroom. She was shocked to see her crouched on the floor. "What happened? Why are you Yelling Zaroon?" Aabiya shouted at her son and took her daughter in her motherly embrace who was already a crying mess. "Ask your daughter, she has gone mad" Zaroon again spoke, anger lacing his voice making Zehra fear him. "Lower your volume, Zaroon" Aabiya spoke sharply to her son who doesn’t seem to have any kind of effect on her words as he was still pacing around the room while pulling his hair strands. "Handle your daughter, I am going" ~*~

"I hope my wife liked the arrangements... for the wedding night." His low husky voice made her heart skip a beat. She tried to walk away from his reach but to her dismay, he held her wrist in his hand. She licked her lips. He pulled her wrist and her body crashed into his broad chest. Trying to calm her breathing, Xu Mey looked up at his face to say something but couldn't do it. Ye Jie was pleased with her transfixed countenance. He lowered his face towards her. Inadvertently, Xu Mey took a step back. They continued with a step back and a step ahead until Xu Mey's legs felt the edge of the bed behind. There was a haughty smirk playing on Ye Jie's lips. He lowered his face again towards her. Xu Mey bent her body backwards but she lost her footing making both of them fall on the comfy bed. As she laid on her back with Ye Jie's body pressing on her own, gazing at his handsome face inches away from her own with his piercing gaze penetrating her soul, she realized she had no ability to push him away. She wanted to get him off her body. She wanted to stay far away from him. But she couldn't do it. His face was so close that his breath tingled her. When his soft thin lips touched her cherry plump ones, her mind was electrified. He softly nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it slowly. The kiss was not urgent or passionate. It was just a simple kiss which displayed a gentle but sincere feeling. --------- What do you do when your family abandons you? Do you start to hide? Xu Mey wasn't the one to hide. The only thing she hid from the world was her real self. Seemingly, a timid girl was terrifying inside but only a few knew about it. She was running for revenge. For every wound that she received, she had a burning desire to pay back ten folds. Ye Jie was heartbroken. He had a perfect life for the world but only he knew what he was trying to hide even from himself. At first, Xu Mey was just his interest. A girl who popped up in his life out of nowhere and yet wreaked havoc. But he soon realized that she had walls built around her heart keeping the world at bay. Losing love once felt enough to him but with a certain someone's appearance, a lot is intended to bring a change. What will happen when she'll alter his idea of love? Will he be able to shatter the thick walls around her heart? Or, She'll shatter him? Life shattered her into pieces. Will his love be able to pick up those broken pieces? ********* This is an original work and not a translation. All rights reserved! ~~~ Join Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/gwfrsYyc Instagram: amaya_meehee ~~~~~~ Other works from the Author: "The Inconceivable Flame: A Fallen Angel's Disguise" "Imperfect Desires" "Master's Untamed Wife" "The Moon Mistress"

A tingle ignited at the lower part of my stomach, and I pushed him to the couch, climbing on top of him, our lips hungrily meeting again. The kiss intensified, a fervent desire to devour each other. My heart pounded, skin tingling, body ablaze with sensation. I wanted more, to be as close to him as possible. Drowning in the moment, in the feel of his lips and the press of his body, nothing else mattered. It was as if we were the only two people in the world.

"Eternal Midnight" follows Ethan, trapped in a nightmarish time loop where each day repeats with chilling precision. As he struggles to break free, Ethan uncovers dark secrets and faces sinister forces manipulating his reality. Filled with spine-tingling suspense and pulse-pounding twists, the novel explores Ethan's battle for survival and sanity against an unseen malevolence lurking in the shadows.

"Introducing a compilation of eerie narratives inspired by my imagination and chilling ghost stories. Prepare to immerse yourself in a spine-tingling journey through the unknown. Settle in, grab some popcorn, and brace yourself for a captivating experience filled with thrilling tales. While many of the stories are products of imagination some are inspired by urban legends. they are crafted to send shivers down your spine."

Nataly Hatred and attraction. Vengeance and need. Tens of millions of men in the country and my heart chooses the one man I want dead? My destruction began with David Delavega's family, so I vowed to be the one brick that sends his bloody empire crumbling down. Yet, my heart had a different plan. Is it possible to hate a man with every fiber of my being, but for my skin to tingle with the mere touch of his finger? When push comes to shove, there can only be one outcome; I will destroy David Delavega—or he will be the end of me. David Nataly Andrews is quite literally trouble incarnate. A beautiful woman with a heart so cold it could be a block of ice, a dark soul seeking vengeance. Never has something so dangerous been disguised in such an enticing wrapper. But I'm a junkie for danger. I want to unwrap her, layer by layer, and I want to make her mine at all costs.

In the land of magic and beasts, Sylvia was betrayed by her family and sold off as a slave. She was expecting the worst, but fortunately, it was a handsome prince who had ‘bought’ her! Who doesn’t love a charming, benevolent, and kind prince, not to mention ridiculously handsome? But, little did Sylvia know that the charming handsome prince was no angel but rather a devil in disguise! The calm, kind and good-hearted Sylvia found herself slowly changing under the devil's influence but worst of all, she found herself becoming more and more addicted to the two-faced devil who harbored dark and dangerous secrets. But could she ever fully trust the shameless devil? Or was he just one of the many who desired her hidden powers? Let the games begin! ....................... Excerpt: "Are you getting ready for your engagement, my sweet kitten?" The devil's familiar voice drawled, making Sylvia's entire body tingle with an unfathomable need. She gazed into his dark coal black eyes, lost within them, as he rubbed her lips with his thumb. This man... This man in front of her alone had the power to make her knees weak and her heart crumble. "Heh. Being silent, are we?" The devil chuckled, his hand moving away from her lips to the back of her head. He clutched a handful of her soft silver hair and pulled her closer to him, capturing her lips with his. Sylvia snapped out of her trance and commanded her body to push the devil away but her traitorous body only yearned for him more and she wrapped her hands around his neck instead. The devil's lips curved upwards, his grin widening in satisfaction. His hand then moved down to her gorgeous engagement gown laced with diamonds and rubies which came undone as soon as he touched. The laces, the veil, the flowers, the jewelry, everything was ripped to shreds, leaving behind only herself. An entire morning spent on getting ready and dressing up gone to waste just like that! "You!" Sylvia glared at the shameless devil angrily. She had given him an inch but he went for the mile! She pushed him away with all the force that she could muster, pinning him against the wall, imprisoning his rude mannerless hands. "Heh? Why are you angry, my darling? Aren't I helping you? Why waste your time attending the meaningless engagement, when you already know that you belong to me and me alone?" "Go to hell! Who said I belong to you! I belong to no one." "Is that so?" The devil leaned forward, gently knocking his forehead with hers. "Shall I leave then...?" He whispered, his warm breath caressing her cheeks. Sylvia's face instantly reddened as she couldn't resist the devil's sweet temptations anymore... She gave into the man's wicked allure and pressed her lips over his, stopping his mouth from taunting her and teasing her any further. ....................... Instagram: yolohy_webnovel Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/yolohy Discord: https://discord.gg/5CvPuX6M88

"Oh really. I'd say you really enjoyed my visit." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her until she had to use her hand to stop him from crushing her against the wall. He bent his head and nipped a small line from her neck to her ear. She felt heat travel through her body and a tingle that started on the lower part of her spine and traveled through her body. Her mind was clouded with a haze of lust and she tried to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape as he continued his assault on her neck and ear. She couldn't believe that just a little touch from him could cause so much fire inside her. A fire she thought she didn't possess. She felt herself climbing higher and higher on the waves of passion and just as she reached her peak, he shot her down. "If you didn't believe me before, you have your answer now." "Oh really. I'd say you really enjoyed my visit." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her until she had to use her hand to stop him from crushing her against the wall. He bent his head and nipped a small line from her neck to her ear. She felt heat travel through her body and a tingle that started on the lower part of her spine and traveled through her body. Her mind was clouded with a haze of lust and she tried to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape as he continued his assault on her neck and ear. She couldn't believe that just a little touch from him could cause so much fire inside her. A fire she thought she didn't possess. She felt herself climbing higher and higher on the waves of passion and just as she reached her peak, he shot her down. "If you didn't believe me before, you have your answer now." Love and war play major roles in this story for the ages that will have you up all night.

Amelia sat on her king sized bed as usual waiting for her mum to come oil her hair as promised. When she felt something touching her slowly from behind, the warmth was so intense and she enjoyed the feeling. It went further down her laps , as she was wearing a skinny nightgown which made every touch tingled down her body. How do you want it? The deep masculine voice with sweet fragrance asked her and she was lost by the touch that she didn’t open her eyes to see or know who was talking, then she came to her senses to behold a very handsome creature on her bed , touching her. Wh, who are you? She stammered He smiled and bent slowly observing her face, you look prettier now , he said with a gentle grin, Amelia was lost , meanwhile his presence was really doing something to her, and she couldn’t alter a word. He proceeds to touch her laps and caressed it , as it slide deeper and deeper between her thighs … The feeling was making her unconscious, as she gasps, he touched her , and fingered her quietly as she moaned loudly… Amelia!! Her mum called, Amelia gasped and opened her eyes to not find anyone but her mum staring.

"Thanks, uncle, if you weren't there, maybe my sexy body would get scratched, hehe," said Angela, looking closely at the beady eyes that had hypnotized her. Bintang didn't like the call uncle that the pink lips said, Alex and Devon laughed mockingly at Bintang, this beautiful woman was very funny. The face is still fresh, the body is also very huggable when I call it uncle. "Does my face look like uncle?" said the star "Yes, uncle," answered Angela innocently "And uncle, this can make you scream loudly," whispered Bintang in Angela's ear, which made her body shiver, for some reason her body felt like she had been electrocuted, her lower part also became wet tingling. "Oh, what are you doing, uncle, if you poked my leg, I would have screamed, old man, you idiot, it turns out," Angela pushed the star's body roughly, she could feel the muscles printed under the shirt, it was her naughty hands, not Angela, friends. "How old are you if I may ask?" Bintang looked at the woman in front of him with interest, he wanted this woman to warm his bed tonight, the woman's eyes made Bintang forget about his status as someone's husband. And that body was so within reach of his hands, he couldn't wait to squeeze the front and back mounds that had been waving for a while to be touched. "Why 16 years old, uncle?" You're a star animal, how can you lust after a child whose age is 12 years different from yours? He's crazy. He quickly pushed his wild thoughts away from the woman in front of him. He exhaled to neutralize the passion that had begun to rise but unfortunately he forgot that there was a devil incarnate following him. "It's good, it's still plain, neat and just bites the gas, bro, young leaves are really markotop," Devon gave two thumbs up. "What this uncle means is that I wanted to ask you to meet me, beautiful, later if you want to get to know each other, he can give you a lollipop, you know, it won't even fit in your small mouth," Angel's eyes sparkled with joy, wow, he likes lollipops, but it's the lollipops that these three single men are talking about. not sweet colorful lollipops but chocolate lollipops. "Let's go home, little children shouldn't be close to people they just met," Jinny grabbed Angel's hand and asked him to leave. "Hey, you're still a kid, you're still a kid, kidding like this can make you a kid, don't be mistaken, don't get me wrong," Jinny laughed. It's true, they're still small, even to enter this club, you have to register as a member of the club using their parents' ID cards secretly. In contrast to Jinny, the three adult men were shocked by Angel's words just now.

Kimberly Anderson had no idea that things like the underworld existed, until she crossed paths with Xavier Stefano. Xavier, always living life by his own rules, never sought to impress anyone but himself. But when he met Kimberly, a stubborn daredevil who turned out to be his other half and salvation, he couldn't help but be intrigued. However, there was a catch - she was only human. "You've been so stubborn, and it's not acceptable. You need to be punished, the hard way or the soft way. I would prefer the hard way, but your opinion matters too... which way would you prefer, Kim?" Xavier said, approaching her with an intense gaze. "Punished? You won't lay a hand on me, not today or ever!" Kim retorted, backing away until her back hit the kitchen counter. Xavier closed the gap between them. "Is that so?" he asked with a smirk, his eyes fixated on her lips. "But I see something different now, Kimberly." With that, he took hold of her waist, claimed her lips, and sent tingles coursing through her entire being. _____________ Two rules she was told to follow by all means. -Always shut your doors and windows tightly -Never cross parts with Xavier Stefano . How is Kimberly supposed to adhere to the second rule when she’s mates with Xavier stefano…