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In a world bound by divine power and the unyielding rule of the Drakonhart empire, Dante Blackwell—an author—finds himself reincarnated into his own dark novel as Lucian Westwood the holy saint. Before he realizes he is trapped, it happens fourteen times over. doomed to regress forever, will Dante escape the prison written by his own pen? or will he, the creator, become a destroyer of his own creation. "I wouldn't be back here again, if there was no world left to get back to" Note : The novel might often contain tragic, sensitive and dark elements. Extra tags: #rebirth #highfantasy #graveborns #witches #nonhumans #summons #shadowmancers #bloodmages #royalfamily #wizards #mindcontrol #schemes #nobles #fantasyworld #curroption #manipulation #assassins #plottwists #deicide #filicide #patricide #multipleleads

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.

“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered. “Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.” “Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of what he was into. “Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.” **** For Becca, going to Miami brought up old childhood memories with her best friend, Tally. She needed the break after a rough year attending Yale and a break-up with her boyfriend, Chad. She didn’t expect for her summer of fun to include sleeping with James, the Italian Stallion–Tally’s father. Knowing it’s wrong, she allows James to pull her into a vortex of pleasure that has her breaching the surface of reality and grasping for survival. Can Becca endure this pleasure without Tally finding out? Or will her secrets cause her world to crash around her? Submitting to My Best Friend’s Dad is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

What happens when an ordinary man becomes richer than nations? With $3.27 trillion to spend and only two years to do it, David Williams must reinvest his staggering wealth back into the world’s economy—or risk financial catastrophe on a global scale. Outspending nations might sound easy, but navigating power, greed, and the challenges of wielding immense influence could cost him far more than money. How does one even spend that much in time? Or is David destined to fail? --- Please leave a review and don't forget to support the book with power stones and Golden tickets if you enjoy it

"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spits, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper falls from the Alpha's lips, Kamil growls and bites his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two men involving light kink & submission . If a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

He grabbed her hand and turned her to him. She tried struggling but his hold was firm, " you are mine Audrey, whether you like it or not, you are mine" He groaned the words to her. " no I'm not" That only made him chuckle and then carried her to his desk. Acting like a caveman possessed, he moved all things on his desk to the floor violently. " You shall serve your husband as you should, right on this desk" He said and smirked before pecking her on the cheek. Audrey had goosebumps from his touch but she could not summit so willingly like she craved him. " Aiden, stop" her words came out like a whisper but he heard her. " No man on earth can stop me from having you little Audrey " With that, he started ravishing her right on his desk.

I spent years avoiding poetry, and what happens? Got me when I least expected it. Born after seeing a tv programme. Pushed by a need to escape from writing that epic. Reflexes to landscapes, skyscapes and flowers: Reflexes to music that stirs the beat. Dances. A Poetry Collection.

After finishing a campaign with friends the DM, Nicole Pageau, finds herself trapped in her BBEG and tries to live a better life.

"I wish to have the highest intelligence possible, an intelligence that would allow me to perceive and thoroughly understand everything I see, even if superficially and only once, to the fullest, including strong points, weak points, and how to overcome them." Due to a mistake made by God, Ken is born with every type of perfect memory, but without anything else - he is weak, sickly, stupid, and unwanted. However, there was a saving grace - he made a friend, Leo. Leo would talk to him about hypothetical situations like what to say in case a genie granted him one wish. When Ken dies and God offers him one wish for his next life as compensation for his previous mistake, Ken simply recites Leo's words and is sent to the cultivation world. There, he slowly learns that he is the only one he can trust. Armed with the special remaining Godly Qi from his reincarnation and with the ability to learn and improve techniques and manuals easily, even creating his own original cultivation path, he cultivates with the goal of standing at the top of the world, even if it takes leaving his moral code behind. Follow Ken in his journey as he lie, blackmail, murder, rob, poison, and manipulate others to achieve his goals! ----- DISCLAIMER: The god in the story is completely random and made up, and is not the particular god of any religion existing today in the real world. This god only exists in the imaginary world of my story. Join my Discord server! https://discord.gg/ad64bjZXMm

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

Imagine losing your job and having nothing going for you. Yeah that's me Kamako Hirigia and I'm 24 years old and have been trying all my life to make something of myself. Anything would be great but instead I'm working a dead end job or I was working a dead end office job that was getting me nowhere. Till I met her, a girl with short red hair who had some sort of tail. I'm serious she had a tail, but the craziest thing is that she thinks I'm sort of prophet and I'm supposed to believe this? This is the story about how I got my own Succubus. The Novel does contain edgy scenarios, sex, and etc. Read at your own risk. If this is what you like then enjoy :) ---------- ------ --------- Information for my amazing readers! Will update as much as possible! 100 Powerstones = 2 Bonus Chapter 250 Powerstones = 4Bonus Chapters 500 Powerstones = 8 Bonus Chapters If I don't respond to your comment right away you could always reach me on discord in my server >-

Alexander was a diligent worker, toiling tirelessly every day, and had sacrificed a lot to build the empire. However, when the empire began to take shape, he was mercilessly abandoned, leaving Alexander feeling lost and despondent. But when God shuts a door, he opens a window. Just when Alexander was at his wits' end, he discovered a mysterious secret room and met the supreme goddess of life. From then on, his life would be rewritten, and those who had betrayed him would eventually face the judgment they deserved!

A Poem a Day A daily dive into chaos, humor, and heartfelt musings, A Poem a Day is a collection of unpredictable poems that range from silly to sincere. With cheesy rhymes, bizarre metaphors, and the occasional heartfelt gem, it’s a celebration of creativity and the joy of trying something new. Life’s short—why not write a poem about it?

Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name. Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps—desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul. He has made it quite evident—our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything. Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca? Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive.

Here are poems I have written, they are not very good.

This is a story about a story inside of a story. But 'you' don't need to worry about how deep we are in storytelling, for it does not matter who tells the story as a story is a story none the less. This story is about a world and whole world's do not have main characters; they just have interesting ones. Ash is an interesting one, not in this world, but his next one.

Billy Kyle is an ordinary kid who has been chosen to defend the universe from an evil witch.

Hey. This isn't really a story of sorts. It's just my collection of poems that I wrote. I just like writing poems. Drop some power stones if you'd like, that would really help. Not that I'm in desperate need or something, haha. Have a good day. May you never roll a NAT 1 on life.

Read the first 10 chapters before throwing it way :) ————————————— "Welcome to AWS word of advice stay invisible" "Plan to" I said frowning "Oh and another thing don't get marked" "it's never gonna happen" I said ( never say never) ------------------ Getting an invite to a school you never expect to go, alright fine I’ll survive. Finding out how twisted the school is? Okay, don’t get noticed than. Meeting possessive control freaks?! Sounds like a good time to say peace out. Yet life never goes the way you wanted. ————————- Update will be available as much as I can :)

A new journey, beautiful future, dreams come true. Come follow my journey to reach the shining star. *I am stuck in description* *Hope you like it !!*