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When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

“A seashell bra? How is this going to help us survive?!” “Just put it on! We need steel!” Lucas Carter, a 23-year-old virgin living in his parents’ basement, gets thrown into the Endless Ocean survival game aboard the Love Siren—a pink, heart-covered ship that runs on “romance points.” His mission? Recruit female crewmates, boost their affection, and generate supplies… or get devoured by the Black Mist and other people that have actual Warships.

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] In Cinder Pack, one out of the seven superior packs, abandoned children on the streets are considered less than the pets owned by many households. They live from hand-to-mouth, covered in dirt and used however those from better families deem fit. As a result, many of them die from starvation at very young ages and those with good-looking appearances sell themselves off to better families in order to live.   While a select few resort to stealing food and taking the crumbs that fall off the table of those of noble birth. This is the case for Aurelia Night and her childhood best friend, Lydia Hayes. But her already miserable life takes a darker turn when she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t.  To hide from the evil men seeking to take her life, she spends the night with a stranger… who kept murmuring something about her being his mate.  The next morning, she is brutally betrayed by the only family she has and hauled off a cliff to die — but she survives. Though she loses her memory, she doesn’t lose the twin boys growing in her belly… Now, seven years later, she has become a reputable member of the rogue community, whose population was quickly declining.  Given the task to kill the head of the hunt itself, Cinder Pack’s twisted and ruthless Alpha, Axton Wolfe, a man who takes relish in the most gory things in life, she finds a way into his residence, working as a maid.  Unaware of the plot on his life, the usually conserved and ruthless man with a hatred for timid and weak things, is disgusted when he finds himself repeatedly drawn to the seemingly timid and weak maid in his residence.  But Aurelia despises him too much to care and bids her time waiting for the right time to strike.  That is… until she finds out a shocking truth about him.  The truth of that night seven years ago. The truth of their cruel fate and why her legs won’t stop shaking from pleasure whenever he was around.  But when ‘kiss’ comes to shove and she has to sink a knife into his heart to live, will she? … To clarify; There will be quite a number of grim things.  Male lead is more than morally grey, twisted, obsessive and possessive. Female lead, tough, thinks on her feet, can stand up for herself, but still a damsel in distress.  Enemies to Lovers? Definitely.  Smut? Well, male lead is OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE!  Welcome to a tortured love story.

« Chéri, je n'en veux plus, je me sens mal... » « Bébé, sois sage, termine ce médicament. » Le bel homme enlace la femme dans ses bras, la cajolant tendrement pendant qu'il lui donne son médicament. Qiao Mianmian tombe sur Mo Yesi, le rejeton le plus estimé de toute la ville de Yuncheng, et finit par passer la nuit avec lui. Après qu'il lui ait proposé des avantages en échange de leur mariage, la nouvelle Mme Mo a soudainement le pouvoir d'avoir tout ce qu'elle a toujours souhaité. « Chéri, j'ai giflé la Reine du cinéma Cheng Feifei aujourd'hui, j'ai été trop loin ? » « Bébé, ta main te fait-elle mal ? Laisse-moi la masser pour toi. » « Chéri, j'ai épuisé la limite de ta carte de crédit, tu es fâché ? » « Bébé, es-tu contente de tes achats ? Dis-moi quand tu as besoin de plus. » « Chéri, je suis fatiguée aujourd'hui, je ne veux pas bouger... »

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

An ordinary office worker named Kenji Saito meets with a tragic end in a car accident. But only to wake up in an entirely different world filled with magic and terrifying creatures. Tsukiyomi, a celestial being, greets him and informs him that he has been reincarnated into Eldoria, a magic-and-monster-ruled world. Besides, unlike most heroes out there, he does not possess the brute strength but instead will depend on his brains and cunning. Hauling Kenji into a world filled with goblins, wolves, slimes, and even dragons, Kenji promptly realizes that force alone isn't going to cut it in keeping him alive. Such an amazing 12 personalized entourage, the young man's alliance includes a noble swordsman, a cunning rogue, a stoic mage, a beastman warrior, and many more. Yet the worst part of all is being coupled with Aiko-a fierce, sharp-witted priestess who can freeze water with her demeanor, though their continuous incitements cause the building of a strong, tortuous romance. Together with his companions, Kenji finds a way through dungeons and countries. This is by way of winning clever tactics outsmarting enemies—trick goblins to fight each other, overthink bandits, and negotiate with dragons, to name a few. Below the surface, however, lurks a dark uprising that sought to plunge Eldoria into chaos. With every fight, Kenji proves that brain can win over brawn; however, with betrayal, anti-taboo magic, and an age-old prophecy coming to light, will cleverness be enough to keep Kenji's new family and challenge a woman he loves? This is a story of strategy, survival, and romance. Kami no Michibiki has mystery and suspense and offers adventure in a uniquely imagined fantasy world.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »

When a so-called “mage prodigy” at a prestigious magic academy tries to summon an unstoppable monster for an upcoming battle tournament, she accidentally hauls in an average-kun from Earth. Unfortunately for him, local legend paints Humans as the ultimate demon species—infamous for their indulgence in ungodly desires, greed, and destructive nature that destoryed the very habitat that gave life to them. Now, this bewildered “Human Demon” must keep up appearances, while his summoner scrambles to hide the fact that the only magic she can perform is Illusion Magic. Together, they’re caught between suspicious classmates, looming magical duels, and a system that expects them to be either fearsome or fantastically powerful, but in truth - they’re mostly just hilariously out of their depth. Prepare for magical mischiefs, comedic misunderstandings, and one grand illusion that might prove dangerously real. This is a tale of fight for survival, path to glory, and a journey of redemption.

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?

"This twisted world needs to be reset. That's what V2 is for!" ------------------------------------------------------------- Waking up only to find that she's reincarnated into a world very reminiscing of a game that she used to play, Yuki is suddenly thrust into a worldwide conflict. To ensure the longevity of her newfound motherland, Yuki will have no choice but to flip this war upside down. If only to finally has some closure for past life also. So buckle up, strap your helmet tight, and keep your rifle loaded and on safe. This is not your bog-standard story about overpowered characters on a battlefield, no. This is a story about warfare in all its bloodied glory, the leader that calls the shot, the soldiers that execute them, and the nation that's backing them up. And along the way, sprinkle those a healthy dose of beautiful maidens, lily/futa romances, and build a harem. This is not gonna be a quick and decisive run, no. We're in this one for the long haul. Hail, Ironblood! As of now, this story is available on Scribblehub, Patreon, Webnovel, and RoyalRoadl. Do note that I'm the actual author for this one. Send me power stones or better: Support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Heartbreak117

Elias Kane thought he’d hit the jackpot when he and Juliana—a scarred, feral genius—built an app from stolen alien tech, a mind-bending tool that syncs to a voice and rewires wills with a silent pulse. In a crumbling city lab, they fucked, fought, and forged their chaos—25% charge to attune, 10% to command—until Juliana’s revenge spiral turned it bloody. She aimed it at the world that broke her—baristas groveling, professors caving, a dean’s wife drained—until cops hauled her off, laughing, leaving Elias with the phone and a trail of heat and guilt. Now he’s back in Red Devils, his rotting hometown, crashing with old crew Karlee and India under a lie—city burned me out. India, steel-edged dean of Red Devils Community College, hands him a psych prof gig, but Elias doesn’t know she’s in deep with Sal Ricci, a mafia thug who muscled her into power and wants payback—cash, favors, flesh. The app’s at 65%, buzzing with glitches—Signal: Unknown—and Elias tweaks India to soften her edge, a slow burn set to hit in three days. RDCC’s a snake pit—Karlee’s flirty heat, Romi’s raw muscle, AJ’s rebel spark, all ripe for the app’s pull—but Sal’s limo prowls closer, and the alien shard’s hum hints at eyes beyond the stars. Elias’s lies unravel as Juliana’s ghost drives him—keep it alive—and Red Devils tightens its grip. Control’s a lie, chaos is king, and every pulse could be his last.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Lucas Ferraz, um jovem estudante comum que ama cultura geek, saiu pra mais um dia normal de aula no Colégio Estadual Rodrigues Almeida, quando sua vida mudou de cabeça para baixo, quando a sala do 3°B ao lado da sua derrepente explode do nada e os alunos dela desaparecem mistériosamente. Abalado com os eventos ele e todos os estudantes são dispensado da escola para casa. Chegando em casa tremendo, ele encontra conforto nos braços de sua família. Enquanto se preparava pra dormir, algo mágico ocorreu... #Romance #Gacha #System #empire

Depuis des siècles, le royaume de Vaelthar prospérait sous la protection des Lignées Primordiales, des clans dotés de pouvoirs hérités des anciens dieux. Mais il y a vingt ans, une guerre éclata entre eux, plongeant le monde dans le chaos. Aujourd’hui, les cendres de cette bataille recouvrent encore la terre, et les survivants tentent de reconstruire un semblant de civilisation. Darian est un orphelin recueilli dans un petit village reculé. Il ignore tout de ses origines, jusqu’au jour où une marque enflammée apparaît sur son bras, éveillant en lui une force que personne ne semble comprendre. Traqué par des mercenaires et des inquisiteurs, il découvre qu’il est le dernier héritier des Cendres, une lignée disparue que tous croyaient éteinte. Pour percer le mystère de son pouvoir et survivre à ceux qui veulent l’anéantir, Darian devra quitter son foyer et plonger dans un monde où la force dicte la loi. Mais maîtrisera-t-il l'héritage qui coule dans ses veines, ou sera-t-il consumé par lui ?

That night, Aegis Squad infiltrated an abandoned laboratory complex to capture a mutated zombie alive for research. The air reeked of rusted metal and decay. "Make sure the trap is ready," whispered Major Pan Colman. Lila nodded, checking her device. "Ready, just waiting for the bait." Hart, tracking zombie movement, looked uneasy. "They’re smarter than we thought. We must move fast." From the shadows, a massive mutated zombie with armor-like skin emerged. "Wait for it to step into the trap," Pan whispered. As the creature moved forward, Lila activated the device. Steel clamps trapped it, sending high-voltage shocks that made it thrash violently. Before they could celebrate, Hart panicked. "Major, something big is moving behind us!" From the ruins, a giant zombie with protruding bones emerged, smashing through a wall with unnatural speed. "We need to move, now!" Pan ordered. The squad hauled the trapped zombie into their containment truck, escaping as the complex collapsed behind them. Inside the vehicle, Dr. Alaric muttered, "This isn't normal mutation. The virus is evolving too fast." Hart nodded. "It’s as if someone designed them. But who? And why?" Suddenly, a loud metallic thud echoed from the roof. "What was that?" Lila asked, weapon raised. Hart checked his tablet. "Something's on top of us! But it wasn’t detected before!" Pan signaled. "Rico, stop the vehicle. Lila and I will check." They stepped out and looked up. A tall, gaunt creature with razor-sharp claws clung to the roof, staring at them with soulless black eyes. "What the hell is that?" Lila whispered. The creature lunged with blinding speed. Pan and Lila dodged, but their bullets had no effect. "Get back inside! Now!" Pan commanded. They sprinted back, Rico hitting the gas. Hart read his tablet. "This thing… it's like a predator. Faster, stronger." Dr. Alaric whispered, "If this was made by Dominion, we’re dealing with a far deadlier bioweapon than I imagined." The creature pursued them, closing the distance. Lila and Pan fired, but it dodged effortlessly. In one leap, it grabbed the steel trap containing the mutated zombie. "It’s trying to take the zombie!" Lila yelled. Pan hurled a smoke grenade, forcing the creature to retreat. The vehicle sped away. Inside, tension remained thick. "We can't keep running," Pan stated. "We need to fight back. And we need to find out what Dominion of Varex has really done."

Gyeon Heeseong foi abandonado pelos pais quando criança e criado em um antro de jogos de azar. Ele não hesita em assumir tarefas difíceis para o bem do irmão mais velho que o aceitou no grupo, mas quando é transformado em um filhote de cachorro devido a um ferimento causado por um ataque, ele é recolhido por Yoon Chi-young. "O que há com esse filhote de cachorro desalinhado?" "Solte-me... seu desgraçado! De repente, Gyeon Heeseong se torna o filhote de Yoon Chi-young, conhecido como o lobo devorador de homens. "Os feromônios são quase indetectáveis. É apenas um filhote de cachorro." 'Quack'. No entanto, até mesmo o médico julga Heeseong como um mero filhote de cachorro, então Heeseong decide enganar Yoon Chi-young fingindo ser um filhote de cachorro e depois fugir. Mas Yoon Chi-young é um lunático que nunca deixa o filhote sair de seus braços. "Eu até lhe dei um petisco... Você não pode me dar apenas um beijo?" 'Suspiro...' Embora Heeseong receba afeto e carinho de Yoon Chi-young, a quem ele teme, a convivência entre eles é precária. "Filhote de cachorro... Acho que não vou comer você." 'Você, você é louco'. A história da convivência entre um filhote de cachorro que só quer fugir do lobo devorador de homens e o lobo devorador de homens que perdeu seu coração por causa desse filhote. Um gosto rápido "Me desculpe, ok? Por favor, me perdoe desta vez." "......" "Nunca mais sairei de seu lado. Eu prometo." Não tente se fazer de engraçadinho! Se ele o tivesse deixado sozinho, ele teria se acalmado por conta própria. Mas ao ser persuadido com um rosto bonito, o filhote ficou totalmente enfurecido. Heeseong atacou a mão de Yoon Chi-young assim que a viu e latiu ferozmente. Uuuu! Uuuu! "O que é isso? Você gosta tanto de mim? Quer ir para casa rapidamente?" Yoon Chi-young, acariciando o filhote, perguntou a Ji Yeong-bae, um subordinado da tribo canina. Apesar de ser constantemente mordido pelo filhote, ele sempre pensava de forma romântica. E Ji Yeong-bae sempre respondia honestamente. "Sim, senhor... Ele está dizendo: 'Seu bastardo'." "Tão bonitinho.... Ok, vamos para casa e ficaremos sozinhos juntos." Linguagem: Coreana Autor: 마린코드 Ano: 2022 Status: completo Site original: RidiBooks Tradução feita de fã pra fã Apoie o autor original comprando os livros nas plataformas oficiais!

Prix du 1er Roman Romantique au Carnaval. ATTENTION À LA FUREUR D'UNE FEMME PATIENTE. Rosalinde Lux est morte après avoir pris connaissance de la trahison de son mari et de sa sœur. Et alors qu'elle pensait avoir enfin trouvé la paix, elle se réveilla quarante ans avant sa mort. Avec les souvenirs de sa vie passée intacts, Rosalinde jura de se venger. Ses plans l'amenèrent rapidement dans les bras d'un Duc dont le regard envoûtant contenait des mystères qui menaçaient non seulement ses plans, mais aussi son cœur et son corps. …. ATTENTION À L'AMOUR D'UN HOMME MAUDIT. Puni par la Déesse pour sa cupidité, Lucas Benjamen Rothley gardait le Nord depuis aussi longtemps qu'il s'en souvienne. Pendant des centaines d'années, aucune femme n'avait jamais ému son cœur. Jusqu'à ce que la redoutable Rosalinde Lux fasse irruption dans sa vie. Bientôt, il se rendit compte que Rosalinde n'était pas tout à fait la damoiselle qu'elle aimait faire croire à tout le monde. Elle cache un secret si sombre qu’il pourrait mettre fin à sa malédiction ou bouleverser sa vie. Mots-clés : Vengeance, Protagoniste féminine forte, pas de viol ni d’abus, romance à développement lent. Autres romans : Le Péché du Lycan : TERMINÉ La couverture est mienne. Instagram : @b.mitchylle Discord : MitchyMitch#3750

‎ ‎ ‎ Title: Moonlight in Brașov ‎ Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy ‎ Target Audience: Adult readers of paranormal romance and fantasy ‎ ‎ In the heart of Transylvania, a forbidden love blossoms between Victoria Darius, a human, and Lucian Dragos, a werewolf. Their romance defies the ancient law that prohibits relationships between humans and supernatural creatures. ‎ ‎ As Victoria and Lucian navigate the dangers of their secret relationship, they must confront the Council of Wolves, a powerful governing body that enforces the ancient law. But their love becomes a beacon of hope for the supernatural community, inspiring a revolution that challenges the status quo. ‎ ‎ As the stakes grow higher, Victoria and Lucian must fight to protect their love and their lives. Along the way, they discover hidden secrets about their families' pasts and the supernatural world they inhabit. ‎ ‎Moonlight in Brașov is a sweeping romance that explores the complexities of love, identity, and community. Set against the stunning backdrop of Romania's Carpathian Mountains, this novel will transport you to a world of magic, mystery, and forbidden love

(BOYS' LOVE) When Tai Yang, a young, handsome yet introverted scientist gets hauled into one of the alternate Universes (by a dog-eared man claiming that staying on Earth would kill him), four things become especially clear. One: his black belt in karate is useless against the strange, magical, anime-looking spells of the alternate world. Two: he needs to stop getting lured into human birdcages even if there is 4-ply toilet paper in them. Three, Prince Li Jun is an asshole on Earth and in the alternate universe too! Desperately trying to return to his world, Tai Yang manages to escape several times. The problem? He keeps bringing the annoying Prince back to Earth with him where another Li Jun already exists! And after a while, it seems Prince Li Jun has gotten too fond of having him as a personal bird-cage advisor to let him escape to Earth easily, making Tai Yang's life even harder. But his behavior starts to change; why? Is Li Jun really only keeping him around for relationship advice? Or does the late-night sight-seeing, and attempts to make him immortal mean something? What do the close proximities, hand-holding, and stares mean? The fourth thing that becomes clear to Tai Yang is that he has to disappear before he actually falls for that narcissistic Prince who seems to have no intention of catching him. ...Or does he? Join Tai Yang to find out!

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Léa, une jeune femme de 22 ans, traverse une relation amoureuse qui ne la satisfait plus. Lors d’un rendez-vous avec Thomas, son gynécologue de 35 ans, une connexion inattendue se crée entre eux. Ce qui commence par un examen médical anodin se transforme rapidement en une relation intense, pleine de passion et de désir interdit.

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Dans un monde où la magie des éthers est à la fois source de vie et de destruction, **Lyra Faelwyn**, une jeune mage, et ses compagnons se retrouvent plongés dans une lutte épique contre **les Nephos**, une organisation maléfique dirigée par le sinistre **Malachai Darkborne** et son bras droit **Enzo** . Leur objectif : contrôler un artefact ancien capable de manipuler les éthers et de plier le monde à leur volonté. Après une première confrontation avec les Nephos, Lyra découvre l'existence d'une prophétie liée à un cristal d’éther légendaire. Avec l'aide des archives de son grand-père **Elric Faelwyn** et de ses alliés — le vaillant **Kaelen Stormblade**, la magicienne **Sylara Mystwind**, et le voleur discret **Varen Shadowvale** — elle entreprend un voyage périlleux pour trouver le cristal avant que les Nephos ne s’en emparent.

Mo Ran thought becoming Chu Wanning’s disciple was a mistake. His shizun was really too much like a cat while he himself was a dumb pup who’d only slobber and wag his tail. Dogs and cats were different by nature; originally, the dumb pup didn’t want to extend his furry paws to that cat. He originally thought, dogs should be with dogs, like his shixiong, beautiful and tame like a cute Japanese Spitz, and the two of them together would surely be a match made in heaven. Yet, after having died and reborn, after having lived two lives, the one he hauled back each time to his den in the end was always the one he couldn’t stand at first: that snow-white kitty shizun. Dumb off the charts husky gong x proud, aggravated, big white cat shou Emperor of the cultivation world Mo Weiyu deceived elders and slaughtered ancestors, and committed all crimes and sins known to man. After ending his own life, he was reborn and transmigrated to the year he first became a disciple. In the shell of a boy held an old and weary soul. After coming back to life, truth after truths that had been hidden below the surface in the previous life floated to the top and broke through the waters one after the other. Of all the revelations, the one that stunned him the most was that the Shizun he had hated to the bone in his previous life had always been protecting him from the shadows… The heart of man can change; even demons and monsters can become compassionate and do good. Only, he had sinned deeply. Can the blood on his hands ever be cleansed? Novel written by *Meatbun doesn't eat meat*