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Sim Block Kaise Kare

Sr. Presidente: O senhor é o pai dos meus trigêmeos

"M... Marissa! São meus filhos?" Os olhos de Rafael não se desviavam do rosto adorável das crianças. "Não, Rafael. Eles não são," disse Marissa com um sorriso falso, "Eles não são seus. Lembra?" ela piscou os cílios de maneira bem dramática, "Nunca fomos casados!" A irmã mais velha de Marissa Aaron, Valerie Aaron, abandonou seu namorado cego no dia do casamento e fugiu. Para salvar a aparência, a família de Merissa implorou para que ela se casasse com Raphael Sinclair. A ironia? Ela não podia dizer ao seu marido cego que não era Valerie, mas sim Marissa Aaron. No dia da bem-sucedida cirurgia de olhos de Raphael, Marissa ficou sabendo que Valerie havia voltado para tomar seu lugar de direito como nora dos Sinclair. Marissa tentou explicar ao marido que era ela quem havia se casado com ele, mas ele não acreditou. Em vez de tentar mais convencê-lo, a desolada Merissa decidiu deixar a cidade sem contar seu segredo. Raphael Sinclair era a clássica definição de galã e o único herdeiro do Grupo Sinclair de Indústrias. O que ele faria ao descobrir que todo esse tempo a mulher que lhe ofereceu amor e seu corpo não era Valerie, mas sim sua irmã mais nova Marissa Aaron? Como ele reagiria ao saber que era o pai dos bebês que Marissa estava esperando? Ele iria atrás de Marissa e reconquistaria seu amor? E a pergunta de um milhão de dólares! Marissa seria capaz de perdoá-lo e amá-lo novamente?
JessicaKaye911 · 1.4M Views

Love Detector

In this dark stereotypical world full of hypocrites, there is a 90-95% chance you've already encountered a psychopath when you go out of a crowd in the streets. 60-70% chance you've talked to a psychopath, and 30-40% chance you know a psychopath. Of course, these are just my beliefs... I would like to think of it like this, since... Everyone is a psychopath in their own different ways Even me. Some may think it's disturbing, some may feel it's exciting and interesting, and some would remain neutral and nonchalant about it, thinking it's just some nonsense belief of mine. Honestly, they're right... The neutral ones, I mean. It's just a nonsense belief of mine... But I don't care. It helps me with my job. I'd be able to think rationally. What will a psychopath do? If I was in his position and I'm a psychopath, what would I do? Where would I hide? What would I feel? Using these questions, it allows me to think in their position. It allows me to adapt. Allows me to be me. A psychopath. ———————————————————— THIS IS BL—yaoi(sex involved of course) I know this sounds like some thriller novel, prolly cus it really is and I was planning to make it one, until I realized I can't make some serious shit novel without it being sexual, and romantic… And also this is just a draft, a practice one. This was supposed to be the alternative version of MAMH becuz my sister hates “reborn bullshit” but it instead became a whole new novel. This was a draft long time ago, and because I'm coming out my rut of being a lazy bich with author's block, I will use webnovel once again to practice writing. THIS TIME THOUGH, I WILL NOT DROP IT!!(not like I dropped the others, I just paused and took a hiatus cuz of author's block or becuz I became too conscious) ALSO this is supposed to be cringe cuz I was originally gonna post it on Wattpad, but then I remember I wouldn't be able to go full on bang bang explicit detail on my "scenes" if I were to upload there. I'm using Google doc and myself for any grammatical errors, I tend to get confuse with the pronouns sometimes btw and past and future shit tenses... Anyway, I'm just not really "fluent" fluent at it
Eiror0 · 781 Views

Glitchy Dungeon Sim: What do you mean I need to have s*x to survive!?

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS
Lewdwhisperer · 1K Views
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