Ainz Ooal Gown Skyrim

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

"I WILL MAKE THEM ALL REGRET THE DAY THEY MET ME! I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN! AND I WILL MAKE THEM HATE THE DAY THEY THOUGHT OF BETRAYING ME!" "You will, Sweetie. And I'll help you with that..." Those were the last words Avery spoke and heard before passing out in her bloody red wedding gown, on the same day she was supposed to marry her boyfriend from senior high school. ~~ Avery McCallum, the sole heiress and president of the McCallum Group of Companies, had her whole family wiped out on her wedding day. Framed for her grandfather's murder and stripped of her position, Avery vows to take revenge on those who wronged her. But her powerless state seems to mock her determination. Enter Archibald Donovan. She used to hate the devilishly hot and narcissistic chairman of the A² Corp who also happened to be her older brother's best friend, but when consumed with the need to take revenge, she begged him to marry her in return for fulfilling a long list of conditions. Archie agrees, and a month later, Avery re-emerges as Ava Donovan, a rising actress and the wife of the most powerful man in the country. With her newfound status, Avery systematically destroys her adversaries, uncovering dark secrets and hidden agendas along the way. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her new life, she must confront the truth about her family's past and at the end of it all, come back to him. She owed him after all... ~ EXCERPT Archie's eyes darkened when he saw her stumbling out of the wine cellar, a bottle of wine in one hand and her night robe, in the other. She was literally half naked. "Hey..." her greeting came out in a slur, and that was all he needed to know she was drunk. Very drunk, at that. "Why?" he asked simply, knowing she would interpret his question as she usually did. "I...I visited them today. The flowers on their stones were already wilted and...and...it broke me. I wanted to be happy and at the same time, I wanted to cry," Avery replied, inhaling short wisps of air before she continued, "Then I found the cellar." "Did it work?" She shook her head slowly in reply, lifting her head up in time to see a mischievous smirk curl on his lips. "Don't be sad, Baby girl. I happen to know a way to make you cry and keep you excited at the same time," he said. "Really?" "Wanna try it, Mama?" Avery nodded, slowly but firmly as he closed the distance between them. As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure. Note: This book is participating in the Cupid's Quill Contest. Your support is highly appreciated!

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline. Hold onto your enchanted hats, folks. This story's got more twists than a fairy tale on roller skates. From forgotten princess to runway heroine, Meridia Seraphine Valtoria is flipping this script with all the hilarity and chaos she can muster. Watch out, kingdom-I'm about to give this tale a remix you won't soon forget!

Today, we are graduating. Standing on the same high school campus, where we met as individuals and became one, the WW10. Wearing the black graduation gowns and black mortarboards, we realised - four years have passed in a blink of an eye! Throughout these years, I have realized one thing; our teenage years were tough, but it was beautiful. It helped us to grow, find and embrace our true selves. We don't know what life will bring us, but one thing is certain: we'll overcome it. Because whatever we do, we're in it, head over heels. .... "Robin, this batch was the most chaotic in Sunnyville's history." Teacher Aara's words trailed off. "Also the bravest one." Robin replied, with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Look at these kids. They know their worth, they never step back without a fight. It's better to be them than to regret." They looked at each other, exchanging glances. From afar, WW10 were watching them. They looked at each other silently. Only they knew, their every glance celebrated the reminiscence of an untold story.

[A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance] "Wherever there are shadows, there has to be a light" ~ Seraphina Winters, the Mafia Queen of the 21st century, dies at the age of 28 in an assassination attempt and finds herself facing the trial that will decide her place in the afterlife, i.e. - heaven or hell. However, a weird situation occurs when her bad deeds turn out to be equal to her good deeds performed during her mortal life. To solve the situation, the Council of Afterlife offers her a chance to increase her good deeds and secure her place in heaven. As for the offer - marry the Shadow Lords and revive the cursed land of Shadow City. The council even offers her their newly created system to help her with the impossible task. Dressed in an all-black wedding gown, Seraphina finds herself outside a haunted castle in the depths of a haunted city. From here begins Seraphina's journey of handling her four very hot but dangerous husbands while bringing a very dead city back to life with the help of the system. ----- For more updates about the story, follow me on Instagram: @nightsummer20 ******* Disclaimer: The book cover is mine.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

A girl had been locked away in a basement, her condition dire. Her wrists were tied with ropes, and her face reflected fear and exhaustion. Four men stood in the room, mocking her pain with twisted enjoyment. One of them laughed and said, “Don’t bother trying to escape, it’s impossible for you to get out of here.” Another added, “Let’s go outside for a smoke, leave her here to rot. We’ll be back in a while.” Laughing, the four men left the basement, shutting the door behind them. The girl quickly composed herself, determined to free herself from the ropes. After several moments of struggle, she finally loosened the bonds. Her hands and legs were badly bruised, but she ignored the pain and pushed forward. She slipped out of the basement and ran into the dark alley. Her torn gown fluttered in the cold night air, and her loose hair flew wildly behind her as she sprinted, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Despite the pain and fatigue, she didn’t stop. Silence surrounded her, except for the sound of her footsteps echoing in the night. Her body ached, but she kept going, her steps growing more desperate with every passing second. Eventually, she found herself at the edge of a dense forest. Through her blurred vision, she saw a river flowing ahead. There was a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she stumbled towards it. Kneeling by the water, she tried to drink, her hands shaking. But before she could take more than a few sips, her strength gave out, and she collapsed unconscious by the riverbank. Outside Mumbai – Edge of the Forest On the edge of this forest stood a grand cottage, owned by Abir Rajvansh. Abir Rajvansh – 30 years old, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, with sharp features, a wheatish complexion, and a dark, commanding aura. On the surface, Abir appeared as a successful businessman, but deep down, his life was a storm of secrets. Cold and ruthless, Abir viewed the world as nothing more than a game to be played. His eyes always reflected a hidden hatred and anger, emotions he had buried deep within. The Personality of Abir Rajvansh Abir’s calm exterior hid a mind constantly at war. His past cast long shadows over his soul, making him indifferent to the emotions of others. To him, people were mere pawns, and those who dared to challenge him often found their lives reduced to ashes. He had never tasted defeat and knew how to erase his enemies in silence, leaving no trace behind. Abir had come to his cottage with a group of friends to celebrate his birthday. But their celebration was interrupted when one of his friends, who had gone near the river, discovered the unconscious girl lying there. Abir was informed immediately. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, “A girl? Out here, in this wilderness?” Questions filled his mind, but he knew something unusual was at play. When Abir saw the girl lying there, her lifeless face and disheveled state, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment. There was a strange restlessness in his gaze that he didn’t quite understand. Without hesitation, he ordered his men to carry her inside the cottage. Now, the question loomed—who was this girl, and how had she ended up here? Abir was eager to uncover the truth, but something else stirred in his heart—an unfamiliar emotion that he couldn’t quite place.

“Show me euphoria or let your happiness die!” Jacob Kyler whispers near Rosalia's ear making her disgusted and shocked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosalia is caught between the two biggest rivals after they both fall for her. Henry Anderson and Rosalia love each other, but a problem arises when Jacob Kyler, a ruthless man, claims her as his girl. The rivalry between Henry and Jacob is long-standing, and their competition becomes more intense over her. Rosalia goes on a date with Henry, where he proposes marriage, which she gladly accepts. To ensure that Jacob cannot interfere, they arrange their marriage in a different city, beyond his reach. Everything is going smoothly until one midnight Jacob Kyler shows up in her room and proposes her a condition. To maintain everything she has to come to a term with him and accept his term. Henry and Rosalia happily plan everything for their wedding, and finally, the big day arrives. With a sigh of relief, they proceed with the ceremony. Finally, the most anticipated day for Rosalia and Henry has arrived. Wearing her beautiful white wedding gown, she arrives at the hall, bringing joy to Henry’s heart. His heart races as he sees the love of his life standing in front of him. They finally embrace each other. With slow steps, she makes her way to him, and they stand face to face. A shy smile forms in the corner of her lips upon seeing him smile while looking at her. After reciting the vows, the pastor asks him, “Henry Anderson, do you take Rosalia Moore as your lawful wife?” “No, he doesn’t!” The guests in the hall are agitated as they hear a girl’s voice that has floated from the dead end of the hall.

In the vibrant city of melody and dreams, Eva, born into a middle-class family, finds herself on the precipice of a life-changing event—her imminent wedding to the man of her dreams, Leo. The air is filled with excitement and the promise of forever as she undergoes wedding fittings after a joyous dance practice with Leo, her fiancé. However, destiny takes a cruel turn as Eva stands at the end of the corridor, adorned in her wedding gown, only to realize that Leo is nowhere to be found. The joyous bells of celebration transform into echoes of abandonment, leaving Eva shattered and questioning why the love of her life chose to vanish on their special day. Amidst the anger, disappointment, and shame that envelop her parents, Eva finds herself thrust into an unexpected courtroom with a man she barely knows, Jayden Wills. Faced with societal pressures and the urgency to secure her sisters' future, Eva is forced into a hasty marriage with Jayden, a man whose family sees her merely as a means to an end. The Wills penthouse becomes her new reality, and the warmth of the grandmother's smiles masks a darker agenda as Eva discovers herself drugged, entangled in a web of desires to bear a grandchild. The shock of her situation and the realization that Jayden is already married cast Eva into a tumultuous sea of emotions. Determined to maintain her distance, she stays confined to her room, navigating the complexities of her newfound family. Jayden, preoccupied with business trips and his first wife, Susan, tries to ignore the inexplicable pull he feels towards Eva. Yet, as they spend time together, the magnetic connection between them intensifies, leaving Jayden grappling with unfamiliar emotions. A few weeks later, the shocking revelation of Eva's pregnancy further complicates the dynamics of their unconventional marriage. Jayden, who had longed for a child with Susan, now faces the prospect of fatherhood with Eva. Meanwhile, Eva's mother, desperate to mend the broken bond between Eva and Leo, reaches out to him. In a surprising turn of events, Leo returns, reopening old wounds and memories for Eva. As Eva continues to pursue her music and dance career, Leo's reappearance brings both joy and turmoil. Eva finds herself torn between her past with Leo and the unexpected love growing within her for Jayden, the father of her children. The twins turn one, and Jayden suddenly reappears at Eva's doorstep after an unexplained absence. The once-distant Jayden is now a changed man, expressing an urgent desire for Eva and a love that transcends the superficial expectations of their unconventional marriage. As their relationship deepens, shocking revelations unfold. Susan, Jayden's first wife, is exposed as a fraud who had been mothering another man's children outside their marriage. In an attempt to make amends, Jayden plans a surprise wedding for Eva, sealing their love and commitment to each other. The couple, having overcome the trials of betrayal and unexpected love, embark on a new chapter, vowing to create a happily ever after.

Ava is rebirth, rebirth as a vicious girl in a novel she'd read. In the original book, Aaden,the boss of the world's top fashion and luxury goods group proposed to break off the engagement to his fiancee Avery, after meeting the heroine Bella. Avery received a huge sum of money as compensation, but she was still depressed for the rest of her life. But now，Ava rebirth as Avery. Ava:"You don't have to serve your husband, but can still get such a big amount money. Is there such a perfect thing?" Ava came from last age, before she entered the book and reborn as Avery, she want to be a fashion blogger. So she proposed that in addition to sharing the money, she would also be allowed to lend the jewelry, clothes and bags collected by Aaden's family indefinitely. Aaden agreed, but did not break off the engagement.Later, Ava posted outfits on INS and YT: a dress with white shoes, a coat with a sweatshirt and sneakers. In this ancient novel about the popularity of tight skirts and high heels, she quickly became popular! With her gemstone crown, imperial green emerald, and handmade high-end vintage evening gown, she was featured on the first cover of "TOP" magazine, nominating the mysterious fashion blogger that major blue-blood brands most want to cooperate with! The fashion and luxury goods empire headed by Aaden is the second oldest in this book. Aaden dreams of becoming top one. At the wedding break-up scene, his fiancee thought after seeing the next season’s key products:"Is it ten centimeters to hate the sky? If you wear this in the last days, you will die in three steps."Aaden: This marriage is irrevocable. The original person Avery drugged Aaden and Aaden used this as a threat to force Ava to live with him. From then on, Aaden, an arrogant and conceited boss changed his style and turned into a follower who was obsessed with eavesdropping on his fiancee. Aaden not only took out his black leather book at any time, but also took notes carefully and nodded frequently. He often asked "without shame": "What is French style? Old money style? Quiet luxury style?..." As the heroine of the original book, Bella is the most unique existence compared to the male protagonist Ava. Her appearance is a beam of light, illuminating the originally "meaningless" life of the ascetic workaholic... Bella, who had foreseen the plot, waited for the original book heroine Avery to be divorced by Aaden's family. She waited and waited until the hot search: # Top luxury brand young tycoon secret meeting new internet celebrity#, #AN President Aaden once said that his fiancee is the only one in his life#...

Neither Skyrim nor the art is mine, and I claim no ownership. (if asked I will remove it) Those that serve the mistress of Night are known as Nightingales. Thievery, cunning, and ambition are characteristics that makes up any Nightingale. Born into the guild and raised to steal and cut throats, Rava is the best weapon in the arsenal of Nocturnal, too bad his talents are wasted being a glorified bouncer. Now with his chance to truly live the life for himself, he might decide he's not too keen on continued existence in the infinite void after death

As the King of Death in his previous life, Ainz Dorak was a formidable and fearsome ruler. He commanded an army of dark and terrifying creatures, instilling fear and awe in all who crossed his path. His power was unmatched, his reign absolute in the underworld. Despite his immense power and influence, Ainz Dorak could not escape the treachery and betrayal that ultimately led to his downfall. His enemies conspired against him, and so, he met his end, his power and glory fading into memory, so he thought, but something else happened at the point where he thought he had lost everything. Ainz suddenly woke up in a different place, another world to be precise, a world as cruel and twisted, and similar to his previous world, yet different. In this world, Ainz was rebirthed as an abandoned child of a noble, where he learns of the cruel fate of his reality. However, by chance, he was reincarnated with a system; The Shadow Monarch System, through the system, he lives the life of a Shadow Halfing turned Monarch, while making power his only reason for living. Following the path that has been laid out for him through the system, he would pave his path with his army of dark and terrifying creatures, as he snatched the lives of his enemies until he was once again called the king of death. ----------- [Congratulations! You have accepted Mark of the Shadows!] [You now bear a faint scent of Shadow!] [Shadows now recognizes you as their own!]

Emily had taken off her gown, and was bare before Charles. No piece of clothing was seen on her. "My family moved to a place I do not know." Her voice was faint, and it was almost like a whisper as she moved closer to him. He took a step backward, but his eyes went all over her body. "I want us to break the mate bond we have together." Her hands touched his chest. "It's important for me to break the bond." To him, breaking the mate bond wasn't the issue. The issue was in the method she wanted to use in breaking the bond. Of course he would have gone ahead with it as his eyes were too busy outlining her body. He was simply putting up an hesitation just so he wouldn't seem cheap to her. She poured a can of oil on her body, rubbing it all over her breasts, and down to the line between her legs. "Do we really need sex for this?" His curiosity led him to ask. "Yes." She nodded multiple times, sniffing him. "It's a different process of rejection." ******************************************** Emily could never count herself as a normal werewolf all because her inner wolf, who called herself Katie, had a consciousness that could make her exist alone. Katie was able to touch, and co-exist physically with her. One of Emily's major flaws was her inability to find a mate even after surpassing the normal mate finding age of eighteen to twenty four. Later on, she found Charles as her mate, but there was still an issue. Charles was already the mate to Raguel, the alpha of their pack, making it a bizarre occurrence between him and Emily. For that, he had left the pack, leaving her and Raguel behind. It was complicated that Charles and Emily's family weren't in the same world as her, and she needed to find them. Her dream had revealed him to have killed her mother, and her aim of getting revenge had to be through sex. How was she going to do that? Katie found a different mate for herself, and it was also the same day Emily finally found a mate. How were they going to adapt to these changes? Was Katie no longer part of her? Or could her rejection of Charles be the issue?

Waves of crime were washing the shores of Kenosha by Lake Michigan. Could the police solve the crimes before the next person got hurt? Teressa LeRoy, a young worker at Kenosha Public Library used to rescue street children on her own time. She went missing on the gala night from her workplace and Detective Nathan Adams was assigned the case to find her. One afternoon the gown that Teressa wore on the gala night was found hung on a bookshelf of the library. On another evening, some of the children saw a ghost in the library. One morning, a mangled body appeared in the Library Park and Detective Adams became more involved with the rescued children and their past. Could the Kenosha Police Department save the life of Teressa LeRoy? Little Abode for Children is a first paced crime thriller occurring in a small town of the United States which has made to #9 in the best seller list of One-Hour Teen & Young Adult Short Reads on Amazon Kindle. If you like complex dark mystery and patient systematic police procedures then you will find Little Abode for Children, the book #1 in the American Small Town Mysteries Series, an entertaining short read novel. Buy NOW to step into a web of mystery and romance.

That night, Her dream was going to get fulfilled. She was about to recieve the Best Actress Award but... Her car crashed on the way, the satin gown wrapped around her body became red. Blood was dripping from her head to all the way down to her body and everything blurred around her... She woke up but she was not her anymore. She looked around but saw nothing but unfamiliarity. The door of the room opened and a man with his tall legs walked in . As he walked towards the bed she was lying down , his pierced gaze from the dark blue eyes fell upon her as he spoke with a straight face, “Hi, Miss Fianceê.” _______________ Yan Shu,one of the best actresses of Country A actually entered the industry to fulfill her mother's last wish. After eight years when she was about to achieve it and finally get her freedom her life turned to a new page. Her body became a living corpse overnight where her soul took over a girl's body, Su Mo Jiaran. With the new identity, she aspired for the freedom she couldn't get in her previous life but realized it was also impossible with the new her since she's already tied with the President Si Junyan. After much ups and downs, when love starts to bloom between them, her body starts to recover. Will her soul be back to her previous body? Will he love her after knowing her real identity? PS : Cover is taken from pinterest. Credits to the rightful owner.

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

After waking up without sight, arms or legs a little slime will have to face the strange world he finds himseld in by growing stronger and protecting the ones he care about. Will he be able to live a peaceful life or be crushed by the expectations of everyone around him? (This is my first book so please don't expect much) (yes there will be grammer errors because English is not my first language) (I do not know all of the lore or information regarding Tensura or Skyrim so don't be hurt because I missed something or did something wrong)

"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to perceive his genuine and humorous laugh. "What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. "Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. He is my best friend, my hero and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love? DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY MAY CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT, IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL ADULT READERS. VIEW AT YOUR DISCRETION. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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

Somehow, I don't know how for sure, though, I've been sent to the world of my favorite game, Skyrim. The longer I'm here, the more I notice that this world is real. Not simply realistic, but real. Everything I do has an effect on the world, either good or bad, especially in the case with the storylines. I love Skyrim, but I'm not going to be able to survive here, right? How do I get out? Getting out isn't even the beginning of my problems. The longer I stay here, the more I realize – things are different, and not necessarily for the better. -------------- As embarrassing as this is, this is a Skyrim fanfic. It's probably permanently in progress, as I'm mainly just using it as a drawing board to practice writing storylines for games. Writing it out is just a fun way I've got for going about it. I've also written this in a style so that people who haven't played any of the Elder Scrolls series of games can read it as well. I warn you, though, there's a *lot* of words. Side note: I've also got this story on other sites/apps, in case you want to read it there. -------------- This is also a challenge to That Guy Right There. This is a combination of how I would write the fanfic you made, along with the fact that I got tired of waiting for the author, That Guy Right There, to finish his story, "Living Skyrim." It's pretty good, y'all should check it out. However, Guy's mc is an asshole, so I warn you now. The puns he makes are also kinda bad. So I challenge you, Guy. I'm gonna write my version of how it'd go, and you finish yours (unless you died.) This is a direct copy from my work on my other accounts on various reading/writing apps. Check that one out, too. It doesn't matter to me which you support, cuz I'm not monetized by any. I'm just the writer, man.

"Strip" He said to her, she look at him with wide eyes not liking the fact that he wasn't joking at all, he was so damn serious it scares her. Her bruised skin made her feel uncomfortable in her gown and she took them off not in a mood to argue with him. he looked at her badly bruised body with a scowl a growl almost escaping his lips, her skin were almost covered in purple scars. "Am fine, I can take care of it m........" "Get under the shower" he said cutting her speech half way.she didn't argue but did as he told. He got hold of the bar of spoon muttering under his breath. "I hope they are ready for my surprise because no body is going scout free for this" he said and applied the content on her which she wince at the stinging pain.

"Let me embrace my newfound role as the antagonist, and become the epitome of villainy." Amidst the havoc she had caused, a young girl stood with cascading silver locks framing her visage and eyes as profound as the depths of the ocean. The once lavishly decorated grand hall, filled with melodies and aristocratic laughter, now teetered on the brink of anarchy. The assembled nobles, accustomed to lives of opulence and extravagance, had never fathomed such a spectacle could unfold before their eyes. In a graceful pivot, Aria's devious smirk adorned her features. Her elegant gown billowed with an air of calculated elegance, and the subtle click of her heels reverberated through the now tumultuous chamber. While she had been labeled as a villainess, she was determined to prove herself as the greatest purveyor of wickedness. Perfect - that was the word that had long defined Aria's existence. She hailed from an impeccable lineage, an inseparable companion, resided in the most exquisite city, and was betrothed to the love of her life. Every conceivable desire she had was fulfilled. Her relentless efforts to assist those around her - her friend, her fiancé, and her subjects - had only resulted in a cruel twist of fate, a brutal severance of her own head. "...you are the villain..." The words uttered by her once-trusted confidante seared into her soul, leaving an indelible mark. They penetrated so deeply that Aria underwent a profound transformation, altering almost every aspect of her being.

In a world where power is everything, Serena, an illegitimate daughter of a noble family, stands apart. Her blood has the miraculous ability to heal any wound or illness, and she possesses healing powers. This makes her the chosen one to be the next saintess of the empire. Betrayed by her lover and abused by her family who coveted her gift, she endures a life of torment. Her only respite comes in the form of a man who saves her from this hell, only to use her for his gain. When a girl from a different world is said to be the next saint by God's oracle, Serena is accused of witchcraft and loses her life. But death is not the end for Serena. Fueled by hatred for a world that was cruel to her and offered no justice, she claws her way back from hell for a second chance at life. Resenting the god who didn’t save her, Serena’s healing power transforms into a dark power after her rebirth. Now, with revenge burning in her heart and dark power at her disposal, Serena is determined and ready to do anything for her revenge. This is a tale of betrayal, resilience, revenge, and unyielding determination. “Do you desire the title of Duke, brother? Is that all you aspire to? What if you could rule the entire world? Isn’t the role of a puppeteer more enticing than being a mere puppet?” Serena posed these questions to her half-brother, Cedric, her arms folded behind her. She leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with mischief and brilliance, her smile devilish yet angelic. “Your Highness, the Crown Prince, are you confident in your performance? Choose wisely. Once you’re involved, death is the only exit,” Serena warned, her gown slipping off her shoulder to reveal a hint of her beauty. She smiled seductively at the Crown Prince of the empire, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You dare to call yourself the master of the magic tower with such pitiful skills?” Serena scoffed disdainfully at the handsome man before her. He was on the ground, his body marred with cuts and smeared with blood. Join Serena as she manipulates her chess pieces and plots the downfall of the empire in this thrilling journey of revenge and rebirth.

Falling into his world was too be her death. He was a rogue and a killer after all and no peace could be found with him. Right? Ariella seemed aloof and danty to anyone unwilling to look twice at the young maid working for one of the most prosperous houses in the kingdom. Her hair always tucked away under a maids cap, her gray uniform full in contrast to the ornate looking gowns the wealth wore and her head forever bowed as to not attract attention. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and someone saw her, took notice of her presence for the first time in years and now she has no way out of this impossible game.

The Dragorian Empire was vast and powerful. It swept across the land like a plague, destroying everything and bringing it under the control of Emperor Zinj. Bloodthirsty and ruthless, he ruled the Empire with an iron fist. However, in order to consolidate his power and solidify his reign, he needed to establish a dynasty. He had countless wives and concubines, but none seemed capable of bearing him a child. He did have one son, however, the Crown Prince Daimon. It was under Daimon’s command that the armies of the Empire laid waste to countless kingdoms, crushing all resistance, and bringing them under his father’s control. His fearsome countenance, commanding presence, and bloodthirsty nature resulted in him being bestowed with the title, the Beast. Lady Rowena, the only child of King Roland and Queen Mathilde of the Solarillon Kingdom, has been chosen to be the bride of the Crown Prince Daimon. A terrified and reluctant bride, she is hastily shuffled off to the heart of the Dragorian Empire to be wed to the scourge of the world. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Excerpt: “Come here, Dear Husband.” She patted the bed beside her. His eyes widened in shock. His body seemed paralyzed even as it burned with lust. He swallowed hard and subconsciously licked his lips. Seeing his hesitation, she moved her shoulder just enough for her gown to slide a few inches off of it to reveal her pale creamy skin. Then she pulled at the ties to the neckline of her nightgown undoing the bow and loosening them enough to reveal a generous amount of the upper swells of her bountiful breasts. Seeing his interest, she then ran her slender fingers down her breasts, over her softly rounded stomach, and down her long legs. His eyes hungrily followed her every movement. Aware of his intense gaze devouring her, she pouted sexily and asked him “Or do you not find your bride attractive?” Rooted to the spot, his mouth opened and closed several times without making any sounds. He shook his head to clear the fog in his brain. At last he spoke, “Do you know what you’re doing?” His voice was thick and hoarse with lust and his throat was dry. She laughed, her voice thick and sweet as honey. “I’m a virgin, but I’ve been instructed in the arts of the bedchamber.” She rose to her knees, dropping all pretense of being a shy blushing bride, and looked deeply into his eyes. “Do not worry, Husband. I have been an excellent student in both theory and practice.” He swallowed hard as his heart raised, his hands became clammy, and his groin tightened painfully. “That’s…that’s not what I meant.” He stammered sweating profusely. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ How will she survive being thrown into the Beast’s lair? Can this beauty tame the Beast and rule as Empress?

"As I struggled in ineffective resistance, trapped within his powerful embrace, I couldn't help but slowly succumb to the intoxicating allure of his firm grip. Each passing moment only intensified the magnetic force of his grasp, his touch becoming more commanding and irresistible with every fleeting second. As our glances confined to each other, I saw a flicker of something untamed within his eyes. It was a primal hunger, an insatiable longing that was rapidly consuming his very being.  At that moment, I realized that I had become the object of his desire, a captivating force that he wanted to possess." ........................................................................... Within the lavish Elite Oaks Resort, heartbroken Zara, a humble housekeeper, canceled her wedding due to her lover's betrayal. Fate intervened when she collided with Sherman Colton, the resort's charismatic CEO, in her bridal gown. Their chemistry ignited a captivating connection, setting their worlds on fire with passion.

"Your virginity has always been mine to take," he said while his fingers gripped the neckline of her gown ready to rip it off. Her teary eyes widened in shock at his declaration, and she forgot to breathe. All the colours drained from her face as she froze frightened. She was meant to be his forever, but his one mistake turned her love into hatred. He was her Prince Charming, but her hatred turned him into a heartless Villain. Mistakes and misunderstandings led to heartbreaks. She doesn't want to be with him anymore, but he doesn't want to let her go, ever. A Love-Hate relationship between childhood Sweethearts who turned into archenemies by the time they reached adulthood. Read on to know more about their journey into the roller-coaster ride of LOVE. PS. The male protagonist comes with a bit of negative shade. My characters are immature reckless teenagers, and they act impulsively. They make mistakes and wrongs, but eventually, they'll learn from their wrongdoings. Don't be too quick to judge them unless and until you read till the end.

**Slow burn Historical Novel** The Pandoras has only four daughters. Being the royalties in the world of the mafias, the Pandoras are triumph even over the dangerous families in Shanghai and the eldest daughter of the family, Ilyana Zhou was one wild woman who no one dare to test. Until she found Lev who seems to be her perfect obedient pretty dog, a pretty dog who only have eyes on her. But is he really as naive as he posed himself to be? ****** —excerpt— …Her black hair slipped over her pale shoulders. She watched as his green eyes looked at her body and find it adorable how much he was smitten by her even though she hadn’t done much to him. While she sat on the bed, he had sat down on his knees, like the good obedient boy the moment she ordered him to kneel. “Come here, love,” she whispered. Her long fingers curled when she called for Lev to come toward her. Lev who had been told to sit on his knees moved forward without standing. His eyes were glued to her as it was difficult for him to try and pull his attraction away from her. His Adam apple bobbed the moment she ordered him to come nearer and slowly he crawled in front of her. Gathering his courage, he spoke, “My name is Lev.” “I know,” Ilyana whispered out seductively. She traced his neck and grabbed his chin gently. “But you also fit to be called as ‘Love’; and I like calling you that better… Do you not like it?” How could he not like it? Lev had never felt such attraction to a person as he did when his eyes met with Ilyana. He could tell to her eyes he was simply a new dog to be tamed. Perhaps because she found him prettier than the others. Although he dislike always being called pretty, he couldn’t say he hate it now when it had become the reason for Ilyana to take a liking to him. When her hand reached toward his face, Lev rested his face toward her fingers as if he was expecting a praise from her lips, “I like it,” he whispered. Ilyana’s red lips spread to a wicked smile. She cannot handle how adorable Lev is, finding this man in front of her to be so lovely that she would kill every single human on earth if they dared to touch him. Her fingernails gently swiped over his cheekbones and she whispered with much gentleness, “Lev, if you become such a good boy, I promise I will reward you.” “Reward..?” Ilyana moved the thin cardigan that covered her sleeping gown and teasingly stepped on his knee with her bare feet. “Want to know what it is?” As Lev nodded his head, Ilyana pulled him closer by his neck, “Bark well for me then, love.” ******************* Everyone knows not to ever bother the Pandoras, in fear their thorns would reduce them to ashes. But once their mother stated she would retire, the game changed. The enemies who had stood at the sideline see this as a chance to take over their group. Everyone wants to marry the daughter and take the Pandora for themselves. For the wealth, the power, and the authority they posses. But taming Ilyana Zhou, the eldest of the Pandora daughter was quite the difficult task. She was fierce, beautiful as the night sky, and as deadly as her deep red lips. She never hesitate to kill,. She was the pride of Pandora, and also a double edge they always have to be careful with. Upon hearing her mother's retirement, Ilyana was ready to control the family and lead them the way her mother had done. But what if the people around her, those men, prevent her from doing so? What if she met her little devil Lev who she kissed due to his beautiful face? Would she be able to win this fight of the throne or would she fall for Lev who seem to be hiding a shaking truth that could destroy her world?

The Immortals Valley’s little medicine fairy Yu Fu, who descended the mountain at twelve years old, encountered an Eastern Ling soldier seeking for medicine outside the mountain gate. Due to various reasons, she got taken back to an army camp to treat the poisoned Eastern Ling’s Great General Marquis. Little Yu Fu said with a pitiful look, “It’s correct that my master is the god of medicine, but I’m a little poison fairy, not a little medicine fairy…..” The crowd of soldiers fell into endless chaos, beating their chest and stomping their feet, with no strategy left to try. Yu Fu bit into the apple and said with puffed cheeks, “However, if the person is about to die, there’s no harm in letting me practice my poison skills.” Throwing the apple aside, with a flash of her poison needle, curing poison with poison, she saved the Great General Marquis’s life. The Great General Marquis woke up, and in order to thank her for saving his life, had her taken back to his manor. Who would’ve guess that the Great General Marquis had six sons with extraordinary appearances, completely different personalities, and exceptionally good marital art skills. Especially the heir who was the eldest, possessing a beautiful face, and a dignified bearing, making Yu Fu unable to walk. “This child is this marquis’s savior, in the future, she’ll be your younger sister.” Yu Fu frantically shook her head, “No no no, I don’t want to be a younger sister!” Don’t joke, if she became their younger sister, how could she still admire the heir’s beautiful face as much as she liked then? ———— Many years later, she don the imperial gown, the long dress dragging on the floor, standing in a high and unbearably cold place—– Conferring him as the Top General. Under the palace eaves after the rain, she cuddled in his embrace, yet he asked, “Why Top General?” “Eastern Ling honored the previous Han system, with Great General as the head of all military officials. The current dynasty instead honors the Spring-Autumn period’s ancient system, with Top General as the head of all military officials.” “In that case, this subject is also your Majesty’s husband, how should this one be addressed?” She suddenly smiled and rubbed against his arm. “Regardless of how others call you, you are forever my big brother….” Photo is not mine it's from pinterest.