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Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!"

[New chapter each Sunday] Si-woo and Il-seong are the joke of their high school. While Il-seong fights to earn respect, Si-woo has slowly gotten used to live under everyone else's thumb. When a mysterious screen offers him the chance to become a "player," memories of the manhwa heroes he idolizes flash through his mind... But feels unworthy of standing among them. He refuses. Then, a new path is offered to him: become a "master," a creator of a system designed to unlock the potential in others. Si-woo decides to take this chance to help Il-seong finally shine. From now on, they'll live by their own rules. Those written by Si-woo. [Be gracious please, english is not my native language]

The reborn soul is not your typical rebirth, it's rebirth of the mind, mentality and status, let's just say it's a "victim to victor" phase of the heroine's life,A story that actually....came to life through the tip of a teenager's thumb

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of ​​her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?

Are you bored of life? Do you seek thrills that you aren't able to experience? Are you restricted by the rules governing this world and wish to live freely in this world without repercussions or fear of breaking the rules?] [This world can satisfy your true heart desire. You will task to undergo several task and missions and in return, you will be granted numerous treasures, wealth and the most importantly, freedom!] Annoyed, Alvian pressed the green button stating [yes]. [Are you sure of your choice? Death in this world means death in real life. If you are afraid to die, You have one more chance to reconsider your choice.] This message popped up on his phone's screen. Alvian felt like laughing. Were they mocking him? He, afraid to die? Without hesitation, Alvian clicked on the [yes] button. "Hm?" Alvian was surprised as he saw felt a slight sting on his finger. Bringing his thumb up to his face, he saw that he was bleeding slightly. But the screen of his phone wasn't stained by the blood, it was as though it had been absorbed. [Contract successfully signed.] [Welcome to the TransWorld.]

Executed in the prime of his life for crimes he never committed, Raqin Draven—a disgraced hacker and martial artist—awakens ten million years into a brutal future where Earth is a forgotten wasteland and humanity lives under the thumb of alien races and immortal sects. But he is not alone. Fused with the Soulforge Core—an ancient, sentient AI hidden deep within his dantian—Raqin inherits not only knowledge lost to time but the blueprint for a new path of cultivation: one that merges steel and spirit, data and qi, flesh and machine. Now secretly the richest man on the planet thanks to a hidden inheritance, Raqin begins gathering outcasts, criminals, and forgotten talents, establishing the foundation of what will become the most dangerous human clan in the universe. From a private island base and a mysterious interdimensional realm called the Universe Garden of Beginnings, he begins training his followers using ancient techniques fused with cybernetic innovation, evolving their very bloodlines and breaking the limits of cultivation. But his enemies are watching. The insectoid Xenomorphs whose eggs cannot hatch in his followers' bodies. The cunning Phalanx, who seek to dissect his bloodline. The corrupt Celestials, who alter human reproduction to maintain control. And the ruthless Devils, who covet his secrets and wish to enslave his mind. In a galaxy torn by war, betrayal, and godlike power, Raqin must rise—becoming myth, machine, and monster—and forge a clan that will shake the stars. Rebirth is only the beginning.

2006. A girl in Japan takes on the role of a saviour, turning into a vigilante of the night and using her telepathy for the greater good. 1990. A dangerous man who can kill with a single touch is released from prison to protect the new heir to the throne of England. 2037. The son of the Don is looking to stop the mafia, with the help of a young detective and a man looking for revenge on his heels. 2190. The world is in ruins and the only one who can change that is the one whose ancestors destroyed it in the first place. 1964. A native woman in America who has lived her whole life in solitude finally emerges, but only to stop the ones who made her from making others. 2013. She who connects them all must first wait, but how long can she twiddle her thumbs before their worlds collide?

[ MATURE CONTENT ] "Craig," she whispered, breath shivering, "please…" It didn't matter what she was asking for…more, less, everything. The plea alone made them press hard against each other, like their bodies were trying to make up for all the time they'd been apart, like they could consume each other if they touched harder. And still, she ached. For all of him. And he did too. She could tell by the way his grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like he was holding on for dear life. His breath warm and uneven against her neck, as her hips rolled again, slower this time, more deliberate. Then he groaned, head falling to her shoulder as his body pressed in, hard and hungry. "Shit," he whispered, voice ragged. "Merlina," And just like that, his mouth was gone. She blinked, dazed, lips swollen, skin tingling everywhere he'd touched. He stepped back, slow and heavy with restraint, hands gripping the edge of the sink on either side of her, like he needed to hold something that wasn't her. Her voice came out in a whisper. "Why'd you stop?" His eyes met hers, dark and wrecked. But then, he smirked. "Not with your siblings next door." She stared, barely able to think. He leaned in like he might kiss her again, then stopped just short, brushing his thumb over swollen bottom lip, "PG-13 remember?" SYNOPSIS: At an elite college, falling for the cold, narcissistic son of a bi-llionaire wasn’t part of the plan, especially when his brother is tied to her mother’s mysterious death. But from the moment Merlina steps into campus, the chemistry is undeniable. He’s detached, arrogant, and everything she should stay away from. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she can’t ignore the pull. She’s here for a degree, but her real mission is uncovering the secrets of her mother’s past at this very school. As sparks fly between her and the guy she should keep her distance from, she’s torn between two things: exposing the truth and protecting her heart from falling for him. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous things get. Anonymous threats, dark secrets, and a guy who’s starting to think her obsession with the past could ruin everything. TikTok | @officialffmeb

--- His voice was deep. Commanding. Dangerous. My fingers trembled on the door handle. I knew I shouldn't. I knew I should walk away. But when he looked at me like that—cold eyes full of fire—I forgot how to breathe. The moment I sat, he slammed the door behind me and grabbed my chin. "You were smiling at him like your damn teeth don't touch," he growled. "You think I didn't see that?" "I wasn't—" "Don't lie to me." His fingers tangled in my hair, not rough, but firm enough to make my heart pound. "You don't smile at anyone like that but me. You hear me?" My breath caught. His face was close. Too close. "I don't like sharing what's mine," he whispered, breath hot against my cheek. "And you, kitten… you're mine." A sharp shiver ran through me as his thumb brushed my lip—and I stupidly bit it. A dangerous gleam lit his eyes. "Stop doing that," he said darkly. "Doing what?" I whispered. "That thing with your mouth that makes me want to ruin you." My heartbeat slammed in my ears. I knew I was in trouble. --- He was darkness itself — dangerous, cold, and untouchable. She was the light he never saw coming. it's started as a contract. but now the devil was obsessed with her. and he vowed neverto let her go. click the download button and read the dark romance between alora and diago

This is a SMUT novel with an actual plot. Follow the wild journey of a man reincarnated as a powerful werewolf in a fantasy world where MILFs can’t seem to resist him. Packed with humor, action, shapeshifting chaos, and plenty of adult fun, this story blends storytelling with steamy scenes. All 18+ chapters will be clearly marked with (18+) in the chapter title. Read at your own risk—and pleasure. Main Story ------- Gray Soliski wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a villain. He wasn’t even particularly interesting. He was just your average filthy-rich, video-game-bingeing, midnight-snack-devouring college slacker. Until one night, a delivery girl showed up at his door... with fries, a milkshake, and a Desert Eagle. Bang. Dead. End of story? Not quite. Gray wakes up covered in slime, paw-deep in confusion, and surrounded by furballs. Congratulations! He’s been reborn... as a wolf pup. No system. No magical stats. No helpful tutorial. Just snow, raw meat, and a bunch of siblings who think tails are chew toys. Now he’s stuck in a freezing world with zero thumbs, a questionable “gift” for understanding howls, and an Alpha dad who thinks bonding time means hunting eight-foot rabbits. Can Gray survive the wilderness, avoid becoming monster chow, and maybe, just maybe, figure out why he got shot in the face to begin with? One thing’s for sure—being a wolf is a lot harder (and fluffier) than it looks. Tags: SMUT • Werewolf • Reincarnation • MILFs • Fantasy • 18+ • Comedy • Action

Nora is shattered a month before her wedding when she uncovers her fiancé's deceitful affair. As she manages this betrayal, she discovers a deep ploy to hinder her from claiming her rightful inheritance. Devastated but determined, Nora takes a daring step to regain control of her life. Enter Demetri 'The Demon' to those who know him, a formidable man barely known to her, who offers her protection and support in return for a contract marriage to satisfy him. In a twist of fate, Nora marries Demetri to claim her inheritance and fight those who plotted against her. But as she battles her own family and Demetri's many rivals, will she be able to keep from falling for the man known to crush people beneath his booted heel. Excerpt: She had forgotten that the man was intimidating and directly challenged him. Rather than speaking, Demetri rose from his seat and approached her deliberately. Although it was a mere few steps, time seemed to stretch for Nora. When he was almost within touching distance, his hand gently landed on her knee, moving it sideways. His touch moved with a hint of a caress, and he stepped between her open legs. Nora sat there in frozen silence, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Catching her chin between his fingers, he tilted her face upwards and spoke unhurriedly," You are my wife." She nodded her head slowly in affirmation while his thumb slowly traced her lip. "I have given you time to gather your emotions." Another nod. Nora's nervousness made her lick her lips, acutely aware of his intense gaze fixed upon them. "Your reason for the marriage was to secure your inheritance and get away from under your mother's thumb." "Yes..." Nora whispered in confusion. Her confusion was not about his statement but about the bewildering sensations coursing through her. What was happening with her? "It's time for you to fulfil your end of the contract, yes?" He continued. "Yes," Nora whispered breathlessly. Why was she breathless? Had the oxygen level in the house dropped? Was the air suddenly thinning? Abruptly, his hand left her face, and she watched as he drew closer. It was then that Nora comprehended what was unfolding. All those tantalizing, heart-pounding kisses she had read about in novels were about to possibly become her reality. But the anticipated kiss didn't happen. Instead, he paused near her and commanded, "Kiss me."

WARNING!! IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND THEMES OF BDSM AS WELL AS PARENTAL ABUSE. Kennedy Lowe is the golden daughter of Hollywood royalty — flawless, untouchable, and used to being adored. But when a scandal forces her to flee Los Angeles, she is sent across the ocean to live at Greystone Hollow, the Cotswold estate owned by her British stepfather, Julian Thorne Pembroke— a man twice her age, old money aristocrat, and dangerously magnetic. On the surface, Greystone is the perfect sanctuary — elegant, serene, and steeped in aristocratic tradition. But beneath its fresh air and posh luxuries lies a house of rules, secrets, and quiet hungers. What begins as fascination turns into obsession, and soon Kennedy and Julian find themselves entangled in a forbidden affair — one that threatens reputations, legacies, and the fragile alliance holding their fractured family together. All while Kennedy navigates elite British society, infiltrates London’s cruel upper circles, and discovers that not all secrets remain hidden–especially ones that would shake the British royalty and threaten connections and positions. As her mother returns to reclaim both her daughter and her spot as Julian’s wife, and old money rivals close in threatening to break down everything that had been built, Julian must choose: protect her innocence, or burn it all down to taste freedom — and the man she was never meant to have. Soon, she learns men don’t always have good intentions and she may have been grasping at straws to be with Julian. *** “I thought you loved me. I gave up everything to be with you!” I screamed at him as tears ran down my face. My nose and ears were red and for the first time, I didn’t care about my appearance. “Sure you’re a cute little toy to play with, but you couldn’t possibly think I had feelings for you. It’s not my fault you threw away everything for a fling with the man married to your mother.” He replied casually with a shrug. The British accent I had grown to love so much didn’t sound as enigmatic. His words were like little knives digging into my heart. “I wish I never met you!” I screamed at him. He closed the gap between us and stroked my cheek delicately while he wiped my tears with his thumb. “That’s not true,” he said, his words dripping like honey, “You know why? Because no one can fuck you as good as I can.” He pulled away to kiss me. You know what the worst part was? I kissed him back with equal passion and we fell back to our old patterns.

What's an Alpha without his Luna? "I'm not your Luna." I squealed, stepping backwards. He didn't budge despite the knife in my hands, closing the gap between us. Frightened, I moved my hand, throwing the knife ruthlessly in the air. He let me cut him, let me feast my eyes on the blood that oozed out as he closed the gap between us. My thumbs became numb as his sinister aura cloaked me, the knife falling to the floor… Clank. "When I choose a Luna, she stays a Luna." His hand moves to my hair, brushing the tip in a sexual manner. He closed the gap between us, his hand stopping me from escaping through the sides. "What do you want with me?" I yelled. "I want you, Lily." His hand moved down my hair, trickles of blood landing on my neck. "I want to love you."The life of Lily Anderson, A phenomenal Omega with not an ounce of power. She's scared by her parents, trauma lingering all over, and the one thing that shattered her, the rejection from her mate—the Alpha of the Grey Moon Pack and unbeaten dark wolf. Left with nothing but pain and suffering, she's sold out by the pack as a slave to an upcoming pack who bought slaves to help them do their bidding. Here she meets Kendrick, a man with a hidden identity and a ferocious power enough to bring her ex-mate down. Will she be able to survive his hidden prowess and break the forbidden curse hidden in her, or will she die from an endless throttle of calamities?

Shi ZhenXian slid his boot across the mud and nearly fell off the mountain. What an idiot! He thought to himself, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in such difficulty during a fight. The night before the Taoist cultivator could not resist the temptation to drink the liquor that he had longed to taste; so, as soon as the first sip slipped into his throat, all sense of responsibility vanished just as quickly. The Taoist blinked twice, looked at the empty flask in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. That joy was as immense as it was fleeting. He didn't even have time to think that he fell backwards on the wooden floor with a thud. "Ahahah ...", a light laugh escaped from his lips "What the fuck have I done". His vows required him to abstain from worldly pleasures, which included wine. - At the end, Shi ZhenXian imprisoned the man he was fighting with. He went to see him to try spilling something out of him, and in the moment the man saw Shi ZhenXian, his eyes widened and his face twisted into a grimace of shock and fear. He opened his mouth and it seemed clear to everyone what he was about to do. He was about to bite his tongue off! Shi ZhenXian's he ran towards the prisoner and blocked his jaw with his hand, placing the hollow between his fingers and thumb between the man's teeth. They sank into Shi ZhenXian's hand, who did not bat an eye, but remained still, restraining him by the head. “Not so fast.”

Her slender finger began tracing his facial features as she spoke, "My desire to make you mine," Her finger moved towards his plump lips as she sensually caressed them under her thumb, wondering how they would feel on hers. Will it be as mind-blowing as she had always imagined it to be? "Is still as solid as a rock, but...." She suddenly stopped her movement and stepped away from him. He frowned. When did she become so bold to touch him like that? He knew her for being timid and naive. Yes, he knew the girl fancied him a lot, but she had never dared to act on her feelings. Did he like it? Yes! And he was ready to see how far she could go in her game, so before she could take another step away from him, he brought her back to her previous position. Maybe closer than before. Oh, how he wanted to feel those round breasts on his body and run his hands along those delicious-looking curves, but he held himself back. Susan wasn't his regular woman. He could still feel the fierce innocence in those hazel eyes despite how daring she presented herself. It was her innocence that sent him running for his life. He couldn't trap her in his darkness- the darkness she was begging to be part of. To distract himself from throwing her into the bed and satisfying his demons, he repeated her last word as he was curious to know her mind, "But?" "But I won't force you this time around...." Lady Susan, a determined and charming lady sets her sights on the most notorious of them all: Duke Edmund. Renowned for his debauchery and immoral exploits, the Duke had long been considered off-limits to the fairer sex. But Susan, with her mind made up, is not one to be deterred. With a fierce unwavering resolve, she embarks on a mission to tame the Duke, to make him hers and hers alone. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape, she begins to realise that the Duke’s wicked reputation may be more than just a facade. As the battle of wills between them intensifies, Lady Susan finds herself drawn into a world of passion, seduction, and danger. As they surrender to their forbidden passion, the flames of desire burn brighter with every glance, every touch, and every stolen moment, but will her resolve be strong enough to overcome the Duke’s defences, or will she become the latest conquest in his long list of scandals? Making the Duke Mine is a tantalizing tale of love, redemption, and the power of true devotion.

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Being the only human in a school full of supernatural beings is hard. But being fated to the son of the Alpha your father killed? That’s a death sentence. ******** Carnemore Academy was never meant for someone like Claire: the daughter of a head hunter who used to kill supernaturals in the past. But when the peace treaty between hunters and supernaturals start to crack, she’s sent straight to the heart of danger— a school where everyone hates her and wants her dead. No one despises her more than Zane Wolfe Ravenscroft, her mate and the son of the Alpha her father murdered. And then there’s Caius Valerius, a vampire prince who should hate her just as much, only he doesn’t. And Lorien Feyrune, the Fae prince with a shattered heart and dangerous obsession. As Claire navigates the dangers of Carnemore and her complex relationships, more secrets about her father is revealed. Now, she must choose. Duty or desire? Family or fate? Love or survival? Because in Carnemore, secrets are deadlier than silver bullets. And some bonds were never meant to be broken. ************* Claire barely had time to catch her breath before Zane was in front of her, his golden eyes locked onto hers like a predator closing in on its prey. “Why are you all over the place with Caius?” He asked. Claire crossed her arms, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “Because he’s my friend,” she said, though the moment the words left her lips, she saw the way Zane’s jaw tensed. “Friend?” He took a step closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing. She swallowed. “Why do you care?” His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You can’t have friends.” Claire’s breath hitched. “Why?” Zane leaned in, his voice a whisper against her skin. “Because you’re mine.” Her stomach flipped, her nails digging into her palms. “You rejected me,” she reminded him, her throat tightening around the words. “You didn’t want me, remember?” “That doesn’t change anything.” Her heart pounded. “It changes everything.” He reached up, brushing his fingers against her jaw, tilting her chin so she couldn’t look away. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was softer now, but no less dangerous. “You’re my toy, Claire.” His thumb grazed her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. “And I’m the only one who gets to play with you.” ************ This book is rated 18+. Fantasy Romance Morally Grey ML Smut Bullying Violence No Reverse Harem

Chapter 1: The Boy in the Barrel A calm sea. A single barrel floated under the blazing sun. The silence of the sea shattered when a pirate ship cut through the waves, its crew rowdy and wild. Inside the barrel? A boy with a straw hat, sound asleep. Elsewhere on the ship, Alvida, a cruel pirate captain with a giant iron mace, roared orders at her trembling crew. Among them was a small boy named Coby, forced into servitude. He dreamed of joining the Navy but was trapped under Alvida's thumb. Suddenly, the crew found the barrel. Curious, they opened it—and Monkey D. Luffy popped out with a cheerful grin. “I’m hungry!” Chaos followed. Luffy didn’t fear the pirates. In fact, when Alvida confronted him with her mace, he stood firm. “I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” he shouted. Alvida struck—but her weapon bounced off. Luffy stretched and punched her away, shocking everyone. He had eaten the Gomu Gomu no Mi, a Devil Fruit that made his body rubber. Coby couldn’t believe it. Luffy wasn’t scared of anything—not even Alvida. When Luffy learned Coby wanted to join the Navy, he encouraged him to follow his dream. As the sun set, Luffy set sail with Coby. He looked to the horizon, pointing forward. “I need to find a crew. My journey’s just beginning!” And so, the boy in the barrel sailed toward Sure! Writing each One Piece episode as a chapter is a massive project, as the anime has over 1,000 episodes. To get you started, I can help write the first few chapters, each based on one episode, in a story format. Here’s Chapter 1, based on Episode 1: “I’m Luffy! The Man Who’s Gonna Be King of the Pirates!” Chapter 1: The Boy in the Barrel A calm sea. A single barrel floated under the blazing sun. The silence of the sea shattered when a pirate ship cut through the waves, its crew rowdy and wild. Inside the barrel? A boy with a straw hat, sound asleep. Elsewhere on the ship, Alvida, a cruel pirate captain with a giant iron mace, roared orders at her trembling crew. Among them was a small boy named Coby, forced into servitude. He dreamed of joining the Navy but was trapped under Alvida's thumb. Suddenly, the crew found the barrel. Curious, they opened it—and Monkey D. Luffy popped out with a cheerful grin. “I’m hungry!” Chaos followed. Luffy didn’t fear the pirates. In fact, when Alvida confronted him with her mace, he stood firm. “I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” he shouted. Alvida struck—but her weapon bounced off. Luffy stretched and punched her away, shocking everyone. He had eaten the Gomu Gomu no Mi, a Devil Fruit that made his body rubber. Coby couldn’t believe it. Luffy wasn’t scared of anything—not even Alvida. When Luffy learned Coby wanted to join the Navy, he encouraged him to follow his dream. As the sun set, Luffy set sail with Coby. He looked to the horizon, pointing forward. “I need to find a crew. My journey’s just beginning!” And so, the boy in the barrel sailed toward destiny. Would you like me to continue with Chapter 2

[MATURE CONTENTS, STRICTLY 18+ RATED, PREJUDICE, RACISM INJUSTICE, BL] The allure of dangerous attractions refused to be neglected, and distractions chosen to be explored can lead one into harmful patterns, entrapping him in cycles of addiction, difficult to escape. —---- In the turbulent times of the 1960s, Tommy Jones set off from his small town in Kentucky to Tennessee, instructed by his mother and the turns of life to retrieve his father's possessions, his rightful inheritance as heir to Barnaby Jones, as he was made to believe by his mother. Being denied his inheritance by his 'father's' friend, he was put to the test: "Show me you're more than just a colored kid claiming a white man's legacy. Get good grades, demonstrate your worth, and then we'll discuss your father's properties." Now, situated among all whites and being the only black student, Tommy was mocked. That's a lie! You can't be the son of a white man, talk more Sir Barnaby Jones. You're...a Negro. It's not possible! How could he get the privilege to join the great Shan'titon High School? He doesn't belong here! Just look at his skin sticking out like a sore thumb—peewww! Tommy was better off being poor yet happy with his fellow street brothers at home in Kentucky than being here among rich white kids who had nothing good to say to him. Well, except for… for one Benjamin Sherlock! Benjamin Sherlock, the devil son of a reputable man of the city, is a top senior in Shan'titon High, a gem of the school, the hottest of the school, yet the most vile! He cares less about anyone, he's known for his nasty self, wickedness, and rudeness! But does he give a damn? No! Tommy gets to know that he needs this guy to successfully get through this school, for protection and all. What's more, this guy seems to know his 'father' Barnaby Jones! He could really be of good help, but as they say, distractions and attractions can be very disadvantageous. Tommy is stuck in an entrapping master (Head Honcho) and servant (Host) relationship with Benjamin, standing as the epitome of pleasure, the giver of bittersweet addiction, and the full emblem of intimacy and lust! Tommy is caught up in this distraction in human form, and his actions stand as an attraction. Could this lead to love, or will it die as just a game? Benjamin: "Tommy Lee, the name fits you like a glove." Tommy: "How'd you figure that out, huh? That that's my whole first name, man?" Benjamin: "I know a thing or two, Kitten." Benjamin knows something Tommy should not know—about his father, about his past, his identity, and about his birth. And he is willing to hide it, or could he? Could he when his intentions are being doubted and he is being put to the test? Benjamin: "Kitty cat." Tommy: "Yeah, man?" Benjamin: "Let's say, just saying, Barnaby Jones isn't your old man. What then?" Tommy: "Lawdy, how can that be? Hahaha! If it ain't him, then who in the world would be my old man?" Benjamin: "A man with a reputation bigger than the whole dadgum state of Tennessee and Kentucky combined. Just sayin'.” (Update Time is irregular currently until further notice 2 - 5 chapters daily) A/N: Send A Message Through Reviews And Comments.

What if that red string isn't just a fantasy? What if you can see the strings in your fingers and you can touch and even follow it? I look down at my hands, the very hands I've grown tired of seeing for the past 17 years of my life. The same hands that have never felt another's in a different way I imagined. My thumb. My index finger. My middle finger. My ring finger. And lastly, my left pinky. You are probably sharp enough to have already figured it out. Yes. Except my right pinky finger—every single one of my fingers in my both hands—has a red string tied to it. I would like to say that this is a dream but trust me, you don't want to know how heavy it is. No, I don't mean the weight of the strings. But the burden of having a 9 fated partners.

Ambrose Lysander has arrived. Beyond the iron-wrought gates of the Ashford estate, the grand halls await—lavish, opulent, and brimming with secrets. From this moment on, he is the butler. Polished. Obedient. Invisible. But a fortress is best conquered from within. He was carrying a tray of polished glasses when he saw him. Carmine Ashford. The golden boy. The beloved heir. "You don't look like the others," Carmine murmured, watching him too closely. He hated even more how his breath hitched when Ambrose’s thumb grazed his nape, straightening the collar of his undershirt. "I'm just following orders, sir." A polite lie. "Will you be abducting me personally, Mr. Lysander?" Ambrose smiled. So slight, so fleeting, it barely existed. "That would be highly improper." And yet, Carmine swore he felt it. The silk cravat tightening just enough to remind him who was truly in control. #BL #DarkAcademia #HistoricalRomanceFantasy #Romance #PowerPlay #Phsycological #Revenge #NSFW #ButlerYoungMaster

"the mansion is heavily guarded you won’t succeed ” Primo told me as we lay on the bed together. Little Jay is on the cot sleeping and dreaming of his own wonderland. I ignored what Primo just said and went to the drawer for my mask and a small relaxer container. Dropping the mask on the bed I opened the relaxer container which contains a white substance. “ Well Primo you may have taught me how to be heartless because you are my cousin but there’s something I know more better than you ” “ and that is? ” he ask very curious to know what is inside the container. “ how and ways to kill ” I replied and I covered the container sitting down on the bed again. “ Bolanle but you’ve never killed before ” he said with a sigh but I just smile as I wear my boots and grab my mask again. “ hey you should have seen Favour’s face when I stabbed her neck with that bottle I mean it was so lovely ” I said with a cute smile before turning to see his expression which I loved actually. “ are we keeping secrets now? ” he managed to say getting out of his shock. “ you never asked ” I replied fixing my mask perfectly and I hear him just chuckle behind me just proud of his little sister. “ if I may ask what is inside that container? ” finally he did “ well a special type of weapon I got from a friend ” I answered pulling my makeup box. I did the make up perfectly and I brush the wig and glue it to it’s place I turned and cousin can’t seem to recognize me. “ Bolanle I think you should be careful.. you know the.. ” “ I know Primo but not even my mother will recognize me tonight and nothing can stop me ” I opened the container again and rub the substance on my thumb really well. I must get my revenge tonight or never. “ but don’t you think you should take it easy you know the….” before he could complete his statement I’m already out like a flash. * 3hours later * The room is dark except for the light that flickers on and off, the body on the floor stirs as it struggle with the rope and here I come in my real appearance like the devil ? itself. A long flowing gown looks so elegant on me with my long fixed weave that reach my back. He struggles a little more and I remove the gag “ who are you? And why are you doing this to me? ” he cried and that makes me laugh I cut the rope and he just lay like that unable to move again. “ don’t worry you are paralyzed from the waist down you won’t be able to move for some moments ” I said lighting a cigarette. “ Bolanle? ” he said with fear in his voice finally recognizing the devil in front of him smiling and using a knife to draw out some pattern on his face without cutting him. “ don’t worry Kanmi I just wanna play you know the kind of game you’ve been playing ever since we got married ” I said stopping the knife on his neck and cutting him slightly. I lick the blood and from the corner of my eye I can see the horror on his face. “ come to think of it Kanmi today is our tenth wedding anniversary won’t we celebrate? ” I said cutting deeper. To be continued….

"The thin line between love and hate slowly disappeared when he felt her touch." Being the first born child and next in line to take over after his father, Desmond Fedorov was bound to his duties. After losing an important person in her life, Elsa dreaded the thought of losing another family member. In order to ensure the safety of the two powerful Mafia families, Elsa Marino and Desmond Federov were forced into an arranged marriage. Getting involved with a Marino was not even the last thing Desmond wanted but he had no other choice. He swore to never cross a line with his arranged wife. He wanted to be married to her only on the vows they had taken. Elsa also had no expectations from the marriage. Love was not something she expected of her new husband. She knew she would be his wife only in name. But with the growing tension and chemistry between them, how long will they manage to keep their hands off each other? With new secrets unfolding itself and the looming danger threatening to tear them apart, will the couple ever find love and peace? …… Excerpt: Desmond wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Let me go—" Elsa tried to push him away. He tightened his grip around her waist. "Didn't you say I could touch you anywhere I want? I am your husband after all." He gently grabbed her chin. She jerked her face to the other side and scoffed. "You wish. You are my husband only in name, remember? You want nothing from this marriage and neither do I." Keeping quiet for a while, Desmond shook his head. "I changed my mind." She frowned. "I want many things from this marriage.” He brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb. “And that includes you." …… (This is the first book of the Mafia hate and love series.) Instagram: author_sofia05 Discord: https://discord.gg/rxjSSJrzRF …..

She died… or did she?  Aria was not a noblewoman, she was just a normal citizen living her boring life in the 21st century. However, by some kind of miracle, witchcraft, parallel universe or whatever it is, she somehow ends up living in someone else's body. A body and face like a replica of her own, a noblewoman who she shares the same name with. She's now Lady Aria Lanchester, thus she has no choice but to navigate the treacherous path imposed on her. But why is this two-face purpled-eye delicacy of a man always clinging to her?  "I'll give you anything."  "Anything?" I raised my left hand and softly touched one of his eyelids through my thumb. "Then give me your eyes." His warm large hand presses against mine while he slightly tilted his face, making it seem like I'm cupping his face. He closed both of his eyes and a slight smile formed on his lips. "You can gounge it whenever you like."

Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other. Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away." The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. ------------------ A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution. A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution. Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution. What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night? Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital. The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution. Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

SLOW BURN Love is a searing trail she's afraid to follow. ..... Evelina Wilson was sure of everything she wanted in life, and finding love didn't make the list. She has been scorched and scarred too much, she had shut her heart against it and and any form of its fantasies — atleast so she thought till she met him, Pete Hudson, her 'dare kiss'. All it took was one dare to kiss the lips of a stranger at the bachelorette party she had been forced to attend, to be exposed to a world of unending temptations. She wants to stay away from him, but he has her in a snare. How far can she fight off her temptations, before she gives in to the fantasies she's scared of? What would it take for her to heal and how long will he wait? EXCERPT ******** Alexandra and Christopher. Christopher caught the glint of excitement and expectations in her eyes. "I still think you're a very foolish girl to want this..want me." He told her, and Alexa daringly tipped her chin at him. "Why? Because you think you're going to hurt me?" "No, silly girl, because I will do more than hurt you. I'm not a good man for you, and you deserve better. Far better than me. And while I'd hate to have someone touch your lips again," he grazed his thumb against her soft lips. "it's a truth that has to be told." Unaware of herself, Alexa inched closer to him as if spirited by something unknown. Her face lifted to his till he felt her minty breath on his chin and her fingers brushing against it. "I do not doubt there's better out there for me, Christopher—" She muttered, and his brows twitched before narrowing to a knot. "Yes, there a few men out there who'd care about me and my feelings more than you'd ever be capable of. Of course, they're smarter, more handsome —" "Thread with caution, Alexa," He darkly drawled, and Alexa held back the smile about to spread across her face. She continued. "Yes, there is a line of perfect men out there, maybe a short one, because I doubt such precious jewels would be abundant. They have to be rare." "Alexandra!" "But despite this possibility of good men being out there, I still want you, Christopher. Yes, you'll burn me, but I've had my battle scars already. If this will be my end, then I pick you to be the fire that ruins me because I'll have it no other way." "Alexandra," He husked, breathing out her name as her dainty hands cupped his face and pulled him down till he touched her lips with his one more time. "And just so you know, you're not safe from me because I'll hurt you too, as that is all I've ever known, Christopher. I'll take from you till there's nothing left of you take." She said, trying her best to use the very words he had said to her over that kitchen island a few days ago. While her voice lacked the vigor he had possessed when he said those words to her, she meant every word of it. They both wanted each other, so they would take whatever they could from the other. She inched closer, and Christopher let her do as she pleased with him. She teased him with her not-so-naive lips, and he groaned. He gripped his hand around hers when she broke the kiss and tried to pull away. He tried controlling his strength as he roughly pulled her back, slamming her slender body against his. "I'm going to brand you mine. All mine, Alexandra. And I want you to remember it was you who wanted this. You." He told her as if wanting to drill the words into her skull, so she would never forget. "Alexandra?" He called when she stared silently at him. Nodding, she agreed. "I won't forget." A steady romance with a lot of sweetness. NOTE: I WRITE SLOW BURN.