Bran Sculpts

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

"You're sitting on my chair, idiot!" I growled at him, I know I was stupidly brave with no backup. "Sweetheart, your place is here" He said in a seductive tone, patting his thigh. "You..." I gritted. He slowly stepped into the moonlight, instantly recognizing him "God of Death" I muttered faintly. "Don't compare him to me. I don't take souls when their time is done but enjoy the souls that are offered to me to satiate my pleasure" He snarled "And now you can't escape from me" My breath hitched. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded He pulled me towards him, crushing my body with his. Lazily with an impend butterfly kisses down my throat, and I struggled in his tight embrace. "I'm the hell himself, baby. I'm The Devil you seek, My Queen" With that he crashed his lips onto mine. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Will it be a twisted fate or a fated twist for them? ~*~*~*~*~*~ "I'm no HERO, You shouldn't have treated as ONE" RUDRA VEER PRATAP RATHORE - 'Tainting this world red was never my intention but an obligation for finding her'. CEO of the Rathore.Inc, King of Jodhpur, and God himself sculpted the 'Devil Of the Sins'. One decision flipped his destiny, Everything shattered beyond his grasp. Yet he will still choice that path to have her. His beast of Darkness turned into the Demon of Hell, together searching for their Master, their Queen. She was meant to Kill Him but one spark was all required... "I'm the Devil, My Queen" ~*~*~*~*~ "Princess is my Title, Monster is my Nature and I'm your Fucking Nightmare" LILITH ISHA ROMANIO - 'They say I'm a psychopath but I preferably say that I'm creative' Sussex of Spain, Queen of the Underworld, and Angels crafted her bit by bit from the pits of hell to eradicate the Devil created by God. At one point wiping out the forced Sin of Lust was her main priority, In the next second she, herself was attracted to the God of Lust. Like the Icing on the cake, He was God himself, 'God of Death' that she was tantalized. "This is my Hell bitch and I Make the Rules" ~*~*~*~*~

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

As the wedding is approaching, her fiancé Lin Yun would rather become a monk than marry Qi Yuning. Princess Qi has become a laughing stock in Shengjing. The Lin family had asked for the marriage, and if Lin Yun regretted the marriage, he could have just called it off. But he became a monk and made himself a laughing stock. qin was humiliated for the first time in her life. When she was thinking about how to take revenge on her fiancé's family... she discovered that she and her ex-fiancé's brother Lin Ze, who was famous in Shengjing, had a three-year-old daughter! Mini-theater: In Xianglin Temple. The ex-fiancé Lin Yun looked at the cold rice bran rice, two small cabbages, and not a drop of oil in front of him, and regretted it deeply. Why didn't he marry Qi Yuning? Why did he have to suffer here! Lin Yun wiped his shiny bald head and walked to Qi Yuning's room: "Ningning, I regret it. I am willing to marry you. From now on, you are the only one in my heart. I will not become a monk. We will get married tomorrow..." The door of the room slowly opened. Lin Yun was stunned when he saw Lin Ze coming out. "Where is Ningning? Brother, I am willing to marry Ningning. I can't stay in this temple for even a day. I would rather marry Qi Yuning." Lin Ze Cold voice: "Can't stay in the temple? Then go to the Mobei City military camp!" Lin Yun: "???" Lin Yun saw Qi Yuning coming out of the house with a blushing face: "Princess Ningning, I am willing to marry you..." The little cute baby poked his head out of the house: "Daddy, does he want to marry my mother?" Lin Yun: "!!!" Who can tell him, he has only been a monk for three months, why his elder brother and Princess Qi have a three-year-old daughter? !

(Mature content, smut,18+, no rape) ...... "What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Shang stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can shoot him down." ....... "Hnnng." A woman's first moan was always a good sign. Even if she tries to suppress it, it can't be suppressed, so she lets out a breath. As she moaned, his wife's head fell back. The yukatas were randomly strewn above the sheets. A wisteria petal was stuck to the back of her neck. He stretched down and bit the flower petal. The petal and skin both crumbled between his teeth. The sweet taste spread in his mouth like an aphrodisiac. "Haa..." Xiao's hand gripped her abandoned yukata. He had already teased her nipples, and they glistened as they perked up. With another surge of desire, Jun Shang cupped her breast once again. His wife's body was beautiful. It was as smooth as a painting. Her perfectly supple breasts, her long and slender hands and feet. More than that, the most captivating features were her fragrance and her pale, soft skin that seemed to melt underneath her hands. 'You're beautiful.' She didn't seem to be touched by his words. There was no reason for her to respond with 'You too' just to be polite. But none of that mattered. Her proud face and her cold eyes. All of it. He liked all of it. And starting today, all of it would be his. "Ahh." ……… In a world ruled by business alliances, Jun Shang and Yun Xiao are forced into marriage for profit. Their families arrange it, and they agree to keep it strictly business - no love, just cold partnership. But during their honeymoon, something unexpected happens. They feel a strong attraction to each other and give in to desire, breaking the rules of their agreement. As they navigate the tricky world of corporate greed and family pressure, Jun Shang refuses to let go. He wants to understand Yun Xiao better and uncover her secrets. ......... Check out my patreon.com/Prabin776

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] 'Did it make absolute sense that the only way to reverse a curse was with another curse, even if it was a six feet sauve-looking demon whose features was sculpted to the apex of perfection?' Life seemed unnatually unfair when Aella had to embark on a suicidal journey to save her family from a rueful damnation, though she never brought the curse in the first place. Getting to the end of her journey, she found out something which made her hair stand out... The demon she intended to slay wasn't a ferocious creature but a demonic beauty with a mysterious aura that oddly set her body on fire. He was a divine creature, demonic, but dangerously so. When she stumbled into his life, he had one thought. Make her fall for him, ruining her mission. After all, he was the demon himself. Rather than getting his heart, Aella fell for his charms, inviting an unending chaos into her already doomed life. Thrown in a crossroad, she is confused on which path to take. Abide by her heart and let herself fall into a whirlwind of love, or allow intervention and be apart, saving herself from his cursed fate. A tale of gripping desires... Desiring The Cursed Demon's Heart. _______________ Volume 1: Desiring The Cursed Demon's Heart [COMPLETED] at 282 chapters. Volume 2: Acquiring The Cursed Angel's Heart [ONGOING] ________________ P.S Cover not mine, credit all to the artist!

A narrative about a navy man who has been aware of life's difficulties since childhood. Forged by complicated waters, sculpted by trial and suffering but not despairing of the Lord's guidance, those who do not waver and do not lose confidence in what is placed before him will gain glory in the future. The narrative of life is just beginning, there is calm, stormy and there are storms to come. The stability and endurance of each are determined by the testing. The flow of life is forged in the huge ocean; the weapon must simply go with the flow and stability so as not to sink in the depths of the ocean. It also requires a strong captain to avoid being swept away by the passion and fury of life.

Plop, swing, flutter — the motion of life. You can't trust her, or maybe you can. Acceptance may be a key to a lock... we have yet to know. Round about it goes and Mia finds herself kneaded like clay being sculpted - and she could be the one sculpting the clay on herself.

An unburdened fate is all-powerful, but cursed by the weaver, every man and every animal must abide by its will and suffer mortality. If you wish to guide your own path, then you must sculpt your own destiny.

In the shadowed halls of Čachtice Castle, the infamous Countess Elizabeth Báthory’s dark reign ends, but her legacy is far from over. Through a forbidden ritual performed by a coven of powerful witches, her soul is transferred into an unborn child, ensuring her thirst for blood and power endures. The child, named Elizabeth, grows up unaware of the darkness within her. Raised by witches and later taken under the wing of the enigmatic Count and Countess Szabó at Bran Castle, she is taught the ways of magic, nobility, and seduction. But as Elizabeth matures, she begins to experience an insatiable hunger for blood and an inexplicable pull toward the dark forces shaping her destiny. As she struggles to reconcile the innocent girl she once was with the monstrous power awakening inside her, Elizabeth discovers she is the key to an ancient prophecy that will change the course of humanity. Torn between love, betrayal, and her own bloodlust, she must decide whether to embrace her vampiric nature or fight against the darkness threatening to consume her. Mother of Vampires is a spellbinding tale of power, destiny, and the eternal battle between light and shadow, where the choices of one woman will shape the future of both mortals and the undead.

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?

In a world where her father's stern words forged chains around her dreams, Teresa yearned for the freedom to spread her wings. "A girl child shouldn't be given too much freedom," he cautioned, stifling her aspirations. Teresa's heart was a canvas, yet her father insisted on sculpting her into a surgeon. But beneath her shy and timid exterior, a fire of longing burned - a desire to taste the intoxicating elixir of love, to dance on the precipice of a crush. Bounded by her own nature, she dared not confront her father's authority. She gently accepted her predetermined path, resigned to her fate. Then, a twist of fate unfurled when her father lost his job. Their lives teetered on the brink of transformation. As the tides of change swept in, Teresa's journey towards self-discovery began. Delve into the compelling story of a young girl whose spirit lay dormant, waiting for the catalyst of circumstance to awaken it. Explore the extraordinary transformation of Teresa, the girl who accepted her fate until fate itself intervened. Read on to discover the enthralling evolution of this timid soul into an ambitious dreamer.

In this conglomerate of stars in a distant galaxy, there exists a rich and advanced civilization. The empire of this star cluster is a perfect blend of the Persian and Roman empires, with elements of magic and highly advanced technology. Governed with a balance of justice and strictness, life in the imperial palace was surrounded by luxury, conspiracies, and conquests. For Prince Darius, everything was limited to that closed world of luxury, cars, spaceships, horses, and he saw nothing beyond it. But everything changes on the day he returns from a victorious military campaign, after an overt war. As the royal entourage arrives, he spots a young woman in the crowd that greets them—a beauty without equal, saving an elderly woman from being trampled by the royal cavalry. They exchange a look of enchantment and flirtation, leaving the young prince captivated. The time for his coming-of-age rite is approaching, and soon he will need to choose a bride. Carolyna Roxanna is a hard-working, dreamy, and poor young woman who dislikes the current state of the empire. With the soul of an artist, she writes, dances, paints, and sculpts, also showing talent for music. But her greatest passion is nursing: she works three part-time jobs to save up for college and support her family. Secretly, she considers the nobility useless. The impossible happens: she is selected for an intervention program and ends up working in a popular restaurant frequented by the nobility. The worlds of these two are about to collide. Could there be a romance between an elite prince, the future emperor of the world, and a young commoner, or will their different opinions and choices drive them apart? Carolyna is surprising—and she have many secrets...

Awakening beneath the waves, a stone giant rises from the depths, its body sculpted by nature itself, covered in cracks and crowned with trees. Confused and disoriented, it towers over an island teeming with life—a place where animals roam without fear of its enormous presence. But as sunlight warms its rocky frame, fragments of a life lost begin to flicker in its mind: memories of a man, hurrying through a crowd, a frantic rush to catch a train, and a fatal fall onto the tracks. Haunted by these flashes of a former existence, the giant questions its purpose. Is this some form of afterlife? Or has it been reborn as an ancient being tied to the earth? With each step across the island, it senses a pull to uncover its origins, piecing together who—or what—it once was. As it explores this wild land, the giant begins to discover powers bound to the earth, abilities it never could have imagined. Yet, even as it connects to the natural world, the giant feels echoes of its past humanity, a lingering sense of loss and purpose that drives it forward. Through encounters with the island’s creatures and the mysterious forces surrounding it, the stone giant embarks on a journey to rediscover its identity, bridging the gap between its human soul and its newfound, towering form of rock and and root.

Leon had always been an unlikely romantic. Beneath his imposing frame, tattooed arms, and reputation as a street fighter, he hid a secret: a love for romance novels. In a room cluttered with stuffed toys, bookshelves stacked with novels adorned with delicate covers, and a cozy pink pajama set with pandas, Leon was lost in another world. His rough exterior belied a softer side that very few people had ever glimpsed. For Leon, life was full of contradictions. Despite his soft-hearted nature, he had been caught up in the gritty life of a gangster since he was a teenager. It wasn’t something he had sought out, but trouble always seemed to find him. With a face that looked like it was sculpted for brawls, people tended to assume he was a delinquent. Rejected by peers who feared his intimidating looks, and drawn into a gang when no one else would accept him, Leon had played the role assigned to him, even if it wasn't the life he truly desired. Then, one night, during a gang war that should have been like any other—full of swinging fists, snarling threats, and rules about keeping it to fists and blades—a gunshot echoed. Leon felt a searing pain in his head. The world tilted, then everything went black.

In a world sculpted by the relentless duality of light and darkness, the "heroes" stand at the pinnacle of the social order, protecting humanity from the curses that seek to devour their souls. Born under the sign of mysterious blessings, these fortunate ones form the sacred 10 percent of the population capable of manipulating mystical energy to combat supernatural forces. Within this enclave of warriors, Makoto emerges, a prodigy with an apparent disadvantage that has marked his destiny: he lacks any hint of emotion. His world is one without color, without pain or pleasure, compelled by the expectations of his status to display an endless series of masks, each designed to hide his emptiness from watchful eyes. Makoto's life unfolds in a precarious balance until a catastrophic event threatens to unsettle the world. A wave of higher-level curses, guided by an unknown entity, emerges with unprecedented virulence, aiming for the total destruction of the barrier between the spiritual and the material.

The kingdom of Aethel shimmers under the midday sun, its opulent castle a testament to the legacy of its rulers. At the heart of this gilded fortress resides Princess Anya, a young woman sculpted into the epitome of royal perfection. From a young age, Anya's smile has been practiced to radiant precision, her every action a display of unwavering obedience. Yet, beneath the flawless facade, a flickering flame of curiosity and longing tugs at her heart, a yearning for a life beyond the carefully choreographed existence she's been forced to accept. Anya's world is upended when her father, the King, announces her arranged marriage to Prince Darius of a neighboring kingdom. Anya accepts the news with her characteristic poise, but a thrill of anticipation and unease settles over her. A new kingdom, a new life – perhaps it holds the chance for something more than just duty. However, as Anya and Darius embark on their journey to his domain, the prince's charming facade begins to crack, revealing a colder, more calculating man beneath. The veneer of a loving marriage crumbles faster than a sandcastle in a storm. Darius's indifference morphs into a calculated cruelty that thrives on Anya's silence. He revels in subtle jabs and public humiliations, chipping away at Anya's spirit with each barb. Yet, through it all, Anya remains the picture of stoicism, her smile a weapon against the emotional warfare that has become her waking life. Tragedy strikes when Anya discovers she is pregnant, a glimmer of hope in the darkness of her marriage. But this hope is shattered when she suffers a devastating miscarriage, one that is revealed to be the result of a calculated act of poison. Anya's grief is compounded by the betrayal, as she learns that Darius, with his mistress Esme, orchestrated the loss of her child. The death of Anya's unborn child marks the end of the obedient princess and the birth of a woman hardened by betrayal and determined to seek justice. Anya begins to shed her role as a passive observer, educating herself in the ways of court politics and forging alliances with disgruntled nobles. Her transformation is aided by the arrival of Princess Genevieve, Darius's younger sister, who proves to be an unexpected ally in Anya's quest for vengeance. As Anya and Genevieve's bond deepens, they hatch a daring plan to expose Darius's cruelty and corruption. During a grand celebratory feast, Anya and Genevieve orchestrate a series of revelations that shatter Darius's carefully constructed image. #Yuri #Princess #betrayl #love #heartbreak #romance #cute #lovelife #lovestory #relationship #commitment

In a future timeline… Earth is thrown into chaos when an unknown force pulls it from the Milky Way, sending it into a strange new galaxy. A powerful energy called Mana floods the planet, changing its very core and breaking the old rules of reality. This Mana awakens long-hidden genes in humans—genes that once only existed in myths. The world is now ruled by strength, and only those with the strongest awakened genes are respected. As humanity grows stronger, they venture beyond Earth, exploring a vast new universe full of alien races, dangerous creatures, and worlds never seen before. This new universe has no limits, and the word "Impossible" no longer exists. The story follows Zeras Celestria, a young man from one of the Nine Families. Considered worthless for failing to awaken the family's powerful A-grade Lightning Hammer Gene, Zeras instead awakens the weak F-grade Multi-colored Hair Gene. He is therefore sold to a dark group known for cruel experiments on the weak. Left for dead, Zeras feels his life fading with each breath, anger and despair filling his heart. Until… [Congratulations.] [Host has been blessed by Chaos.] [Host has successfully awakened the SSS-grade Chaos Devouring Gene.] Armed with an SSS-grade Gene and an insatiable thirst for vengeance, Zeras begins his journey—a relentless pursuit to become the strongest, to rise above the universe’s boundless horizon, and to claim a power that no one before him has dared to grasp. A Path Many Have Walked, But None Have Conquered. A Future Scene… "Look into my eyes. What do you see?" A young man stands, his hair white as snow, his lips red as blood, and his face perfectly sculpted. But his eyes—no, they are not eyes. They are endless black holes, swallowing all light and hope! "I see death, madness, pain, and..." "Yes… I am the final embodiment of Chaos." OTHER WORKS My Bio-Nanotech System Infinity Guardian System

This story is about Asher Starline, a young man with a mysterious past, aims to become the Chief Ranger, the commander of all Ranger squads in the magical nation of Elaris. Enrolled in the Ranger Academy with his friends Mika and Bran, Asher faces the challenges of mastering his immense powers while dealing with prejudice and hostility from others. When a confrontation awakens his dark abilities, he attracts the attention of Captain Kael Arcturus, the leader of Squad Zero. As Asher navigates friendships, rivalries, and the threat of devils, he must learn to control his power and uncover the truth about his origins to fulfill his dream.

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Di Xiao stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can shoot him down." .......... Check out my patreon.com/Prabin776

A story that is based on the wildest fantasy of mine which I wish would have been partially true somehow... To my Tsuki ***** She was the utopia of my imagination like a sculpture sculpted from the Greek era by the divine god himself, and I couldn't help but touch her delicate palm like a boom of rose and still desire more but what a shame! That it was our natural destiny to be born with the same doctrine that taught us to love a man who was destined to be yours, not another woman wishing to fill his blank space, Or did the god make a mistake? Of making us both women? When we desire otherwise for each other's sake?!

Unravel the fabric of reality with Jikirukuto, where a boy's wish-warping power ripples through dimensions, entangling Yuki, Kitsune, and Taiyo in a Schrodinger's cat of existence. In Isekai, they're heroic pawns in a cosmic game, battling tenebrous entities and navigating a landscape sculpted by a mad scientist's contraption. Yet, the mundane present-day beckons, rife with personal struggles and romantic entanglements. But prepare for a Heisenbergian uncertainty principle of narrative, where reality's parameters shift with every heartbeat. Temporal anomalies blur the lines between past, present, and future. Doppelgängers waltz with the original, their identities collapsing like entangled particles. And amidst the chaos, a chilling truth emerges, whispering of a malevolent force manipulating the very fabric of existence. Jikirukuto is a genre-defying maelstrom, where LitRPG mechanics dance with psychological horror, slice-of-life vignettes bleed into Lovecraftian nightmares, and ecchi humor collides with existential dread. Can they untangle the Gordian knot of their entwined fates before reality succumbs to the singularity, swallowed by the event horizon of narrative collapse? Jikirukuto: Embrace the scientific sublime, where logic is a fractal and sanity a fleeting illusion. This revised synopsis injects a heavy dose of scientific jargon and concepts, emphasizing the mind-bending twists and the underlying chaos theory themes. It also retains the character dynamics and genre blend while hinting at the existential threat lurking beneath the surface.

In her past life~ She was brought up by an ancient, heavenly deity- who once ruled all the realms, being the epitome of fear in one’s heart.
 Growing up~ She turned out to be an evil queen with a notorious reputation in all the said realms. 

 “Hmm? Why was I not aware of the existence of such magnificent artwork?” She questioned her commander, while grazing the cheekbones of the God-like entity, whose mere presence made the remaining army of hers unable to approach anywhere near him, while his gaze was fixated on her,….. whereas her eyes were full of marvel and She- was totally captivated by him.

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 He was the emperor of the world. A bloodthirsty tyrant who doesn’t know the meaning of forgiveness. 

 He was worshiped by the poor, praised by the rich, and feared by his enemies. A leader, and a supreme ruler was what he was!

But a fateful encounter with a wounded woman, turned his world upside-down.

 At what cost? The world he built and protected with all his might, crumbled and turned into ashes in front of his eyes, his people betrayed him, he lost his only son, and most importantly he lost his pride.

 When all was lost, and he was wallowed in an endless darkness of despair~ He found out about his real identity.

 “Sleep” came an emotionless voice, turning him immobile and collapsing on the bloody grounds he stood on! 

“-till the time comes.......-husband ~” said the person, gently wiping the blood off of his carefully-sculpted-looking face.

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 Present~ 

In the modern era~

 All she wanted was a Mom…..So, she turned herself into a mother.

 Whenever she got hurt, She was in need of a Dad-who’d protect her…..So, she created a conscience as her Dad.

 She is the happiest person in the world! That’s how she looks to others, unless one gets to know her.

 She is a superior being who knows herself well, always conscious of her personalities she created……until one day, when her hidden conscience she calls her Dad-took over her, to subdue a being with golden eyes who called her “Wife~”

 What bewildered her the most was, ‘ The wife calling being ‘ happened to be the world-renowned superstar, whom she got acquainted with a few days ago in her office.

 While she was trying to calm her mind with the unprecedented turn of events, by busying her mind with the “task” she was given… She somehow became the wife of the insanely handsome/cold-looking/ prodigal/world-renowned Businessman /Ruler of underworld aka Cold-blooded King/ who also happened to be the head to one of the two ancient royal families- ruling the world, from the shadows, from a long time ago.

 Unwilling to accept his terms then, she ran away from the place during the day…..only to be trapped by night.

Her: “You! What do you think of me?huh?!?” She yelled at him furiously, unable to contain her anger any longer, seeing him in her bedroom. Him: *Silence

 After a while, “ …..-My wife.” He replied, shutting her mouth with his.


Tara Smith is in her mid-twenties, working in a boring old government office getting minimum wage and living her bland life, waiting for something new and exciting to happen soon. Though, nothing seems to be happening at the moment she lives her life with slight optimism so as to not make it any more boring then it already is. One thing that gives her some fun in her life is reading scandalous R-18 webnovels with an enormous amount of drama! One day when she’s coming back from work, too tired to do anything she falls onto her couch falling into a deep slumber. When she wakes up her entire physique has changed and her face looks like it has been sculpted by the gods, specially made just for her. And get this! She’s filthy rich and somehow owns a highly influential company! She realises she has transmigrated into the body of a CEO mentioned only twice in the webnovel she was reading! And she somehow has a harem of her own…? Wait..what! What will she do, when there are beautiful men surrounding her, including the male lead ( who shouldn’t even be here since he has the female lead!) what can she do when they’re begging for her love or her money??!? Credit: from Pinterest under the username “GIAx” : Severe swearing, slight intimate content. Please leave if you feel uncomfortable.

I have one request, please "I said but he said nothing . "Can I see your face?"I asked. "Why ?"He asked. "We're married. I should at least see the face of the man am married to" I said. "Is my face the reason your sister refused to marry me instead?"He asked and I shook my head. "Not at all . I willingly came here, I don't even think a good to do man is gonna come for me anyway . My sister is prettier and more skilled than I "I said. "In other words, your king sent the ugly and unskilled daughter to me" He said. "You've misunderstood. Am not ugly neither am I unskilled. My sister just happens to have more of it and my father isn't aware am here in place of my sister. I wonder how you found out "I said with a raised eyebrow. "Go to sleep, Avery. it's late already "He said and I sighed in relief . "Your face?"I asked. "Its up to me to show you my face "He said and I nodded. I removed my bangles and ornaments and dropped them on the table then turned to see a handsome man with blue coloured eyes. How long did it take the gods to sculpt his face, his face looked so smooth and without a single boil. "Can I touch your face?"I asked. "You didn't let me touch you "He said and I chuckled . "How about we just touch our faces"I said and he scoffed. "I can't spare you after touching your face alone" He said and I nodded. "How come you're handsome?"I asked and he raised an eye brow . "I mean. You're supposed to be ugly" I said. "Is that what you were expecting?"He asked. "No. I meant everyone said you were ugly and your face is filled with boils and you're crippled too "I said. "So?"He asked. "You don't have any of that "I replied. "So what lesson did you just learn now?"He asked. "Don't believe what people say without seeing for yourself "I replied. "You didn't even state it right but that's by the way. Go to bed now" He said. "Are we going to sleep on the same bed ?"I asked. "Aren't we married?"He asked. "Yeah . We are but sleeping on the same bed this night? I think we're rushing things "I said. "No one told me king Lazarus has a parrot for a daughter "He said and I frowned . "I don't talk much. Am just surprised by the turn of events. If anyone told me last week that am gonna be married this week I would have called the person a joker "I said. "I see. So what were you intending to do with that dagger ?stab me to death?"I asked. "Nah. I just wanted to scare you off but I don't know how you found out "I said and he chuckled. Even his chuckle is handsome as well. His black hair complements his handsome face. "I found out my dagger was missing the moment I came into the room . Who else will have it but a girl scared her husband will force himself on her "He asked and I smiled . "I love your vibe "I said shamelessly. "I let you see myself for a night and it got you drooling and loving my vibe. If I let you see it for a week then you'll wish I was your baby sitter " He said. "Your face ain't that handsome. I have a male friend that is way more handsome than you. You're gonna drool if you see him and wish he will be your bride" I said and the door suddenly opened. "That's enough talking for the night. Sleep" He said, my eye lid turned heavy and I lost consciousness. ** *** ** Liam rumoured to be the monster king is an immortal who's seeking for a way to end his unending life after losing his mate, Isla. He later married one of the princess of marooni kingdom, Avery after so much pressure from his subordinates, however, a twist occurs when he discovered that Avery has a strange connection with his dead mate. Is she Isla's reincarnation, or a vessel possessive by Isla or something bigger than that? Find out in this book My WSA entry Check out my other books: The devil's flower Stuck with a ruthless billionaire?! Goddess of vengeance

[Pupa is busy with other novels, on indefinite Hiatus.] [Warning: Mature BL content full of kinks ahead.] Cha Junshik was a 24-year-old man who lived alone and earned money by being a BJ (Broadcast Jockey) who streamed his ‘self-care’ session. The diminishing views of his Livestream worried him as this was his only way to earn money. Thus, he started searching for a partner to spice up his live stream. But his search was in vain until that day... when a portal suddenly popped and a man with wolf ears fell on his bed... naked. He was as taller and more muscular than Junshik, but this weird man with wolf ears suddenly hugged his thigh and begged, “S—Sir, please let me stay. I will do anything! Anything as long as you let me stay!" The werewolf prince begged. Cha Junshik saw an opportunity. This Wolf guy had sculpted muscle, a handsome face, and a perky butt. "Anything, you say?" A smirk grew on Cha Junshik's lips as he leaned in and pinched the wolf's chin. "Put this leash on and listen to my orders." -- Official Commissioned Cover -- Contact me: Instagram: @foreverpupa

"Is my fate already written according to the stars or do I create my own destiny?" Li Suji only has one hundred days before she turns twenty-five, and that also means she only has one hundred days left to find her reincarnated prince. She has no clue about the said man aside from the fact that she'll find him working at the Seo Publishing Company, and that the reincarnated prince will also have the same birthmark as she has, the mermaid's tail binds them together as the fated couple. She managed to enter the company as a trainee editor on probation as she heard through connections. Chaos arrives when she got tied with two CEO's at the same time. Will she be able to break her curse and make the reincarnated prince fall in love with her in this current life? +++ A scene suddenly came right through my eyes, as if it was directly right in front of me. This time, I was aware that I was not experiencing it firsthand though it still happened from my point of view. I was there, tending someone, probably a man. I was unbuttoning two buttons in his shirt because he was sweating too much. I was holding a wet towel in my hand and started to wipe his neck using it. "It tickles, why are you wiping my body so lightly?" The man asked, it seemed like a very familiar voice but I couldn't pinpoint who. I wasn't looking at the man since I was so preoccupied with looking at his perfectly sculpted body. "You shouldn't be doing that, no-no, you should do it the hard way." "H-huh??" The hard way? "Yes, should I do it instead?" He sat up, unbuttoned his shirt, took my hand, and guided me to wipe his neck down to his chest, abdomen, navel until his pelvis, "You should do it like this, okay?" As I was trying to hide the embarrassment of touching his body---I was touching the man's body with a towel, something caught my attention. Lower than his navel but the upper right side of his pelvis, I saw a mermaid's tail's fin. I scooted over, held the garter of his pants, and pulled it downwards. Voila. It was the mermaid's tail. Perfectly the same as mine. He's the one that I am looking for. I don't doubt it. I am one hundred percent sure! He's the reincarnated prince that I am looking for, for so long. The man grabbed my hand and made me look at his face. Sadly, I couldn't see who he was clearly. "What are you doing to a sick man's house, not to mention pulling his pants? Do you want to get yourself in trouble?" Yes, that's right. I'm already in trouble. +++ This story focuses on the reality of the workplace setting (office romance), slice-of-life, rom-com with tiny bits of fantasy elements. The setting is in modern-day Korea, I am not a Korean native so there might be some things that are not 100% accurate nor does it reflect the society and the country alone. The story focuses on character development and how the main characters grow in terms of love and life, has cliche and is a slow burn romance. If you're not reading this in Webnovel or Ficool, chances are, the book is plagiarized. Please support the author by reading this book in the Webnovel platform.

His jaw was shadowed, not with sculpted designer stubble, but with several days’ growth that made him look more like a lumberjack or pirate than a corporate tycoon. His forehead pleated in a frown and his dark eyebrows came together as if in displeasure. “You're not going to say hello, mi amor?” his lips peeled back in a fox-like grin, attitude mocking and condescending. “Huh? Nothing from you, Aurora?” “Hurley must have broken my news to you.” He continued. “I would've preferred to do it myself, but we all know how nosy everyone is around here.”  Anger warred with pain. She stared at him with wide, murderous eyes. His dark eyes narrowed. “Knowing your preference for older men, is it wrong to assume that you are fucking the butler too?” Her legs moved quickly, heart racing, cheeks flaming hot with anger, she stormed towards him. He dropped his drink and covered the remaining distance between them easily. Her fist came up and flew towards his face. She didn't get that satisfaction though. Her hand was seized in his iron grip. “Don't.” he slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her to him instantly. “You'll hurt your hand.” She struggled in his embrace. “Let go! I won't be bothered with my hand when I slap off your face!” # He lifted his knuckles, running them back and forth, over the smooth soft line of her cheek. The familiar sandalwood and jasmine scent of his expensive aftershave lotion made her nostrils flare, while the faint rasp of his rougher skin scored her nerve endings into life. Heart beating so fast with tension that she could hardly breathe, she pushed him back and yelled, “Get out of my house!” He snorted, stepping away from her. “Your late husband had no legal right to gift you this property. He's a thief. Just like you.” “I don't care if this house had been in your mother's lineage for years, Mr. Khomeini!” she fired back. “Seeing as you are not much of a saint yourself, I certainly don't care what you think of me. You'll have to drag me to court if you must get it back. But you can rest assured that I will never make this easy for you.” He released a husky laugh that purred down her backbone like a taunting scratch. “As you wish, Mon Cherie.” ## Aurora Khomeini is widowed at 25. Her husband, Maximo Khomeini, suffered a cardiac arrest after an infected bullet wound he received in a gunfight worsened. She's left utterly devastated by the loss but is not left to mourn her husband in peace. Mariano Khomeini, alias Mariano Barrera, is the first son of the late Maximo. He's an angry and very vindictive man, who's on a mission to destroy everything his father touched. The newly widowed Aurora, would not be an exception.

Five sculptors living in different villages with their family carved their lookalike sculpts. Any food their wives cook, the sculptors serve the sculpts some of the food. The lookalike sculpts also eat the food their masters serve them.

A merciless sorceress… Maria Hatzi, daughter of the ruthless tyrant, Ariti, was a sorceress known far and wide across realms. She was feared just as she was hated—with a passion. Immortals trembled at the mention of her name and warlocks dared not to cross her path. An unforgiving vampire… Bran Karras’ entire household has been wiped out by Maria, and his only sister has now been captured by her. Bran was a lot of things, but a forgiver wasn’t one of them and he had absolutely no intentions of letting Maria go away with what she did to his family. Fuelled by rage, Bran captures the powerful sorceress, holding her prisoner in his dungeon and torturing her to the brink of insanity. Over the course of events, unwanted attraction blossoms between the two and it takes no time for Bran’s feelings of hatred towards her to turn into something more. Something he had no business feeling for the woman that murdered his entire family. Amidst chaos, truths are told and revelations are made. Bran realizes that things with Maria weren’t as they seemed and he discovers that Maria might not be the villain he had painted her to be.