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Lila Harper, a 26-year-old maid with dreams of becoming a chef, works in the luxurious penthouse of Elliot Voss, a 32-year-old billionaire tech mogul hardened by a past betrayal. What begins as a professional relationship sparks into a forbidden romance when a coffee-spilling mishap leads to late-night kitchen conversations and shared bites of Lila’s homemade focaccia. As their connection deepens—fueled by stolen moments, a lavish charity gala, and Elliot’s unexpected gift of a high-end mixer—Lila grapples with her ambitions and insecurities about fitting into Elliot’s elite world. Complicating matters is Cassandra Leigh, Elliot’s manipulative ex-fiancée, whose reappearance threatens to derail their budding relationship. With Lila’s culinary school dreams on the line and Elliot’s guarded heart thawing, they must navigate societal expectations, personal fears, and external pressures to discover if love can bridge the gap between their worlds.

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He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.

Endless Worlds When twenty-three-year-old Kolya “Treyan” Oreheart plugs into Endless Worlds, the Dyson-Sphere MMO where every ore vein can be traded for real cash, he isn’t chasing glory—he’s racing a loan-shark’s seven-day deadline. Armed with a glitchy “Ore Sense,” a battered pick, and a geology degree he never got to use, Kolya tunnels through toxic caverns, corporate griefers, and an economy ruled by the brutal Ironclad guild. One wrong swing means real-world ruin for the kid brother and sister who depend on him. But the deeper Kolya digs, the more the game reshapes itself around blue-collar courage. Unionizing miners, hacking together homemade drills, and out-smarting elite raiders, he sparks an uprising that turns work into legend. From collapsing sulfur tunnels to vacuum-sealed mythril vaults and sky-whale-shadowed floating isles, Endless Worlds becomes a frontier where every pick stroke is a vote for hope. With loan collectors closing in offline and a guild bounty on his avatar in-game, Kolya must lead a ragtag crew of rangers, dwarven sappers, and alchemist pranksters on one last descent—toward the Heart of the Mountain, a boss nobody has ever beaten. If he cracks it, he’ll rewrite his family’s future and the rules of the world itself. If he fails, both realms will bury him in the dark. For fans of Ready Player One and Kings of the Wyld, this LitRPG epic melds high-stakes adventure, labor-punk spirit, and found-family heart into a story where hard work truly earns the world—and then dares you to dream bigger.

it might kill me ,but some things are worth dying for ,so let those boobs cushion my ascension to hell

**Synopsis of "Adventure in the Clouds":** In the midst of a train strike that paralyzes the city, Bko, a 24-year-old with a giant heart and a distinctive smiley face mask, embarks on an unexpected adventure aboard a crowded plane. As passengers struggle with stress and uncertainty, Bko stands out as a beacon of positivity, always willing to lend a helping hand. During the flight, he connects with people from different backgrounds and personalities, sharing laughter, funny stories and homemade cookies. But when unexpected turbulence and a technical glitch threaten the safety of the plane, Bko becomes a true hero. With his infectious optimism, he brings the passengers together, encouraging them to stay calm and support each other. After a successful emergency landing, Bko discovers that his adventure doesn't end at the airport. Seeing new travelers confused, he decides to continue his journey of kindness by helping others find their way home. "Cloud Adventure" is a light and inspiring comedy that reminds us that true adventure lies in small acts of kindness and the ability to make a difference in the lives of others, even in the most unexpected situations.

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In 2024 Los Angeles, twenty‑one‑year‑old programmer and struggling novelist Ethan Cole tests a homemade VR rig in his cramped apartment. A catastrophic malfunction catapults his consciousness back to July 1970—into his own seventeen‑year‑old body. Armed with five decades of technological breakthroughs, blockbuster-story blueprints, and insider knowledge of the entertainment industry, Ethan seizes a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: to rewrite history. Under the alias “Michael Crichton,” he pens Jurassic Park and The Da Vinci Code before their original authors ever imagined them, funneling the profits into seed capital. With his high‑school friends and a handful of disillusioned engineers, he establishes NeonForge—a visionary startup that fuses the forthcoming innovations of Apple, ARM, and Sony into one retro‑futuristic powerhouse. By day, Ethan dazzles investors with prototypes of personal computers, arcade cabinets, and immersive VR demos decades ahead of their time. By night, he anonymously sells futuristic screenplays that reshape Hollywood’s golden age before it even begins. But prodigious success draws perilous attention. Government agents grow suspicious of NeonForge’s uncanny lead on emerging technologies. Rival entrepreneurs and corporate spies hatch schemes to steal Ethan’s designs. Campus protests over Vietnam-era politics threaten his secret lab hidden beneath the garage. And in the quiet moments, Ethan wrestles with the moral cost of erasing the future he once knew—wondering if the timeline can bear so many paradoxes. When a cryptic message appears on his prototype network—seemingly from another time traveler—Ethan realizes he’s not alone in rewriting history. To protect his fledgling empire and preserve the world he’s building, he must outwit unseen adversaries, master the volatile intersection of tech and culture, and unlock the mystery of the VR accident that shattered time. As NeonForge rises, Ethan teeters on the brink of godlike power: a teenager who commands the future. But the higher he climbs, the more fragile his world becomes. In a race against conspiracies, paradoxes, and his own ambition, Ethan must decide what he’s willing to sacrifice for the chance to become the ultimate 1970 American tycoon—and whether any future is worth forging at the cost of the one he left behind.

Kai Asher, a former engineer with a love for crazy machines, ends up pulled into a magical world — inside his homemade mobile house, a giant six-wheeled ex-military truck. Stuck in a land of magic, monsters, and kingdoms, Kai decides there’s only one thing to do: keep driving. Now, on a wild roadtrip across floating islands, enchanted deserts, and ancient ruins, Kai and his eccentric crew will have to dodge knights, outsmart wizards, fix the truck (a LOT), and maybe… just maybe… save the world. (Or at least not crash too often.)

Step into the silent world of a cat whose thoughts are anything but quiet. From the gentle thump of soft paws on a cushion to the comforting crackle of a fireplace, follow the inner monologue of a feline navigating a new home, a curious little girl, and the mysteries of human affection. This tender, humorous, and insightful journey captures the wonder of life from a cat's perspective—one quiet step at a time.

Haruto Kisaragi, 22 years old, was once the shining face of Japan’s rising pop idol duo 2HEARTZ—until his passionate on-stage rant about anime waifus got him kicked out of the group and banned from showbiz entirely. Now a full-time NEET, he spends his days binging magical girl shows and surviving off convenience store ready-meals. But fate has other plans… and those plans involve a very open sewer. After slipping, falling, and somehow breaking the laws of reality, Haruto crash-lands in a cosmic void where he meets a mysterious childlike figure: a smug, rainbow-eyed trickster god in steampunk gear who just casually says, “Oops, forgot to close the interdimensional gate. My bad.” When Haruto demands to be sent back, he’s informed the transfer was a one-way ticket—accidental, irreversible, and totally unrefundable. His only options now? Become a Rock of Wisdom: a literal rock. No movement. No speech. Eternal moss. Or accept the role of Demon Lord—a position that’s been vacant for 100 years because no one wants to deal with the paperwork. In a fit of absurd rage, Haruto screams “Fine, I’ll be your damn Demon Lord!” before he even gets a chance to ask about powers, cheat skills, or magical waifus. The trickster god, blinking in surprise, mutters: “...Wait, he didn’t pick any skills? Huh. This might actually be interesting.” Dropped unceremoniously into the world of Balveria, Haruto crash-lands—face-first—into a forest, miraculously cushioned by tree branches and sheer dumb luck. With zero abilities, no allies, and a kingdom he didn’t ask for, Haruto must now survive monster attacks, hero rivalries, and fantasy politics… all while trying not to die or work too hard. Will this fallen idol become the most pathetic—or most unpredictable—Demon Lord in isekai history?

# Radio Nowhere In a world of walking corpses, Nasir Arzani broadcasts to no one on his homemade radio, convinced he's the last person alive. His lonely existence consists of raiding abandoned stores, avoiding the undead, and talking to himself through the airwaves of his "Radio Nowhere." Until someone answers back. When a mysterious glowing woman appears and disappears without explanation, Nasir questions his sanity. Is she real? A hallucination? Or something else entirely? As Nasir rediscovers faith he'd long forgotten, he learns there might be a way out—a rescue ferry across the ocean, offering escape from this nightmare world. But reaching it means a dangerous journey across zombie-infested America with only his unusual new companion for guidance. With equal parts dark humor and heart, "Radio Nowhere" follows one man's quest for connection in a disconnected world, where finding purpose might be the most valuable survival skill of all.

The only thing 12-year-old Asher remembers from his early childhood are snapshots, hazy images - dad's laughter, mom's smile and a garden with vegetables in the yard. Picking fresh apples from trees into a wicker basket or eating homemade apple pie. But these memories are nothing but the distant past. When Ash was 7 years old, a civil war broke out - the boy was in the basement at the time, looking for old photos of his mother from the wedding as she had requested. Except that it did not happen - the family home was bombed in a bombing raid by the government - Asher then became the only survivor of his family. Asher was forcibly recruited into the rebel army - since the boy was 8 years old, he fought in war - tears, blood, sweat and death became Asher's companions - and nightmares became a regularity. His team, which includes only adults, is joined by a 12-year-old girl - Beatrice, who, like Ash, was forcibly recruited into the army of revolutionaries. Although at first, these two hate each other, over time they become best friends. Even in such terrible places as the battlefield. (Quick side note - the story is also available on Wattpad but with different cover and under a different nickname: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388784259-market-of-humans)

Light can illuminate a dark room but it will never get rid of the darkness, it’ll only make it seem like it is no longer there. People despise it but what’s so wrong with darkness? That’s where I was born

Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly. I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers. I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?

[10 chapters every day or two day.] I’m a second year high schooler, Tohru Yonekura. I have a childhood friend, Rin Asakura. She has good grades and is quite an athlete. Admittedly, she has a bit of an attitude and is tough to deal with sometimes. I’ve always had unrequited feelings for her, but she always seemed so distant. Every day I would constantly mull over how to shorten the distance between us. However one day, I noticed a change in Rin. She would invite me to the movies, treat me to some homemade cooking and hug me tightly when we hung out at home. With every passing day, I could feel the walls between us starting to break down. Me and my insincere childhood friend: this is our story, our bittersweet rom-com.

Warning: Mature content, very raunchy scenes and harem theme. "You've been a bad girl, time for another spanking!" "Damn you i am a worshipped Goddess" "You are also my maid!" "....." Meet Aaron Star, a college dropout who's traded textbooks for battle axes and exam stress for in-game boss battles. After a tragic car accident claimed his parents, Aaron's life went from ordinary to "respawn and try again." But Aaron isn't your typical basement-dwelling gamer. He's the best in the world—virtually, at least. His secret identity as the supreme video game champion is the stuff of legends, or at least it was. Enter his sister, Alice, a do-it-all dynamo who cooks, cleans, and keeps Aaron from resembling a permanent couch cushion. She's determined to pull her brother out of the digital abyss and into the real world. Just when things couldn't get any weirder, a cosmic megaphone from the heavens announces the apocalypse. Apparently, humanity's penchant for gender-bending and self-deification has ticked off the bigwigs upstairs or perhaps the God simply felt bored?. Follow Aaron as he gets himself entangled with an ever increasing amount of girls and grows so strong no one dared to disobey him again well apart from his troublesome women but he knows how to handle them.

"Having a Human Mate is nothing but trouble." The prince's eyes shifted, darkening a bit as he leaned towards her. She was startled by his sudden movement that she did not notice his hand sliding across the cushion of the couch to touch her hand. Her eyes jumped from his face to their touching hands. The warm feeling she had was the result of his slight touch. "I won't run away." She snatched her hand away, hating the way her breathing had hitched as he peered into her blue eyes. "Why is that, your Highness?" Her upper lip curled up in a sneer. "You might not be scared now, but there's not a single human that doesn't succumb to their fear." "Kiera I've been inundated with kidnapping and assassination attempts since my life began. Trying to scare me off as you did to those noblewomen isn't going to work." His soft dark eyebrows knitted together, and a look of exasperation was beginning to take shape on his handsome face. Kiera scoffed, keeping the sneer on her lips. "We shall see about that." She did not know what had come over her as her hands went up to push on the prince's shoulders. His green eyes widened as he looked up at her, now trapped underneath her. He was held down by her hands as she climbed on top. Her eyes shone a dangerous blue. A predator's gaze. Her hair fell, the tips of her raven hair brushing the prince's face. "I can rip you to shreds." She said with force behind her words. "With a single bite, I can tear chunks of your flesh clean off." She lowered her face down to him. She was so close to him now that she could feel his hot breath on her face. She could hear his crazed heart as it beat against his chest. His breathing became ragged as he stared back into her predatory gaze. "I can, and I am quite capable, of eating you." A playful smile bloomed on his lips, and determined to drive her insane, he brought his face forward and whispered into her ear. "Please do." ———————— Fifty years of peace are coming to a close. The Golden Rose Treaty between Beasts and the rest of the continent brought an era of temporary peace for all the kingdoms. Now, the leaders of the kingdoms must gather to begin drafting another treaty. Deep South in the heart of Wolfcrye Forest lies the capital of the Beast Kingdom and twenty-five-year-old Kiera Blackwater is one of twelve Generals in the Beast Army. All her life she has dedicated herself to punishing the Beasts who lose sight of their humanity, but all that is put on hold when she is chosen by her King as part of the peace treaty delegation. Kiera is then thrown into the confusing world of humans, where women are expected to be docile and kind, complacent and never opinionated, everything Kiera is not. There she meets the equally as confusing Third Prince of the Solomon Kingdom, who is nothing as he seems. Ever smiling and with eyes full of mischief, the prince is every bit perplexing as the human customs she has come to see. She is even more baffled when the prince is determined to become her Mate, proposing a three-month deal that he can win her heart. As trouble spells the end of peace forever, the Beast General will have to struggle against her rising feelings as the prince inches closer to capturing her heart. ———————— Update Schedule: Once every week ***Cover art is not mine***

"She is my dream as real as the horror of my nightmares," Zaid said wiping his tears before his father as it was for the first time in 31 years that Zaid appeared like something different than a stone to him. "And what is your nightmare?" asked the father gulping. "Maa" . . . "I saw the heights of my dream in his heart by looking into his eyes. But my nightmare's depth was also visible somewhere there..." Nuska held the cushion tight against her chest shedding tears of fear and defeat. . . . Zaid Khan, 31, a way too near to perfection businessman, is a heartbroken person with smile on his lips and uneasiness in his heart. His eyes is always searching for a face that can match with the tenderness of his mother whom he lost in a mysterious mishap when he was 9. Nuska Nisthar, 24, a calm yet bubbly girl who seeks a career that can provide her enough space to spread her wings, is also a heartbroken person who was treated gently by her family to forget her horrible past that nearly destroyed her innocence when she was 16. What will happen when pieces of two broken hearts connect to form a world, a life and a reason to trust each other? Will they ever be able to replace the haunted portion of their life by reliving it in unity? . . . You're invited to join the journey to Reliving Connected Hearts with Zaid and Nuska.

The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for.  Callum Facci hasn't always had it easy, but that's never stopped him from working hard for the life he wants. From the bastard son of a traitor to the candidate for the next prime minister, he had come a long way.  Just as he thought he would be the youngest prime minister of the country after winning the coming election in two months, a piece of news leaked out.  Apparently, the current Prime minister of the country was found dead with his balls crushed beyond recognition in his residence.  Callum's wish of becoming the next prime minister was soon replaced by another dire wish; to catch the murder of PM Joseph -- Duchess of Orin, Calliope Wilding. Calliope Wilding, the rumoured cursed daughter of Late Duke of Orin didn't need an introduction. At birth, she lost her mother. At eighteen she was married off to a wealthy older man by her titled father. At nineteen, she lost her father. And at twenty, she lost her husband.  As if she couldn't be more cursed, Calliope Wilding is on run for more than a year now.  Her only wish-- to get her knight in shining armour.  Her wish came true.  Her knight appears not in shining armour but a black suit.  Then again, the devil also comes as everything you've ever wished for. And Callum Facci, the man with the face of an angel and demeanour that of a saint, is nothing but a devil appeared as a knight had come to drag her back to the fiery pits of hell.  But who had ever left unscathed from the sweet and sinful seduction of the devil? Especially the one with the face of an angel and the body of a knight?  ...... Synopsis---2 Callum Facci's life motto used to become powerful, a little bit more powerful and all more powerful.  Then he, he met a beautiful and young painter (His greatest rival in disguise)  His life motto was quickly changed to:  Making Calliope Wilding his wife!  …  Callum Facci: Would you like to go out with me? Calliope Wilding: What for?  Callum Facci: For coffee or a meal? Calliope Wilding: Sorry, I like homemade food the best.  Dense Calliope– 1, All-wise Callum– 0 … Even though Callum knew his Duchess was dense, but she was his, no objections allowed! __ This story is about a woman who found love when she least expected. She is a duchess who had been on run for a year. [Tags: Beautiful Female Lead, Charming Protagonist, Couple Growth, Devoted Love Interests, Doting Love Interests,  Female Protagonist,  Handsome Male Lead, Heartwarming Inferiority Complex,  Love Interest Falls in Love First, Marriage,  Slow Romance Strong Love Interests, Unconditional Love, Wealthy Love interests, Aristocracy, Politics, Business Management.] … Mature Content ahead.  No Rape or Cheating.  This story is set in the same world as the book 'THe Villain' It is a part of the series 'dark horses' but can be read as a standalone.  …  My Other works: The Typhoon's dangerous wife THe Villain Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle. Flash Marriage: I accidentally married a Mafia princess.

A young lady with silver glasses asked the black haired man sitting on the red cushioned chair . " My Lord , how did you and your husband ascended the heavens in such a very quick span of time? Every member of the reincarnation troupe was curious about your achievement . Even surpassing the powers of the realm of heavens . " The black haired man layed on the sexy chest of the blonde man behind him and smirked . " We just died , reincarnated and married . Well , about how we descended the heavens . Others may call our deeds ... running amok within the world we reincarnated at . " The blonde behind him nodded and smiled . " We cultivated and cultivated and didn't realized we became gods . " The young lady's mouth opened in shock. " That simple? " The black haired man nodded. " Simple " Of course , what they experienced was never simple . Kian couldn't help reminiscing those moments . " Tsk , i still could not accept that i was the one who fell inlove first . " The blonde behind him chuckled and kissed his neck . " But i was the one who ate a lot of vinegar . " A triumphant smile flashed across Kian's face .

"ARGHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!" Arissa screamed out loud while burying herself under a pile of cushions on the sofa over and over again when her ears were tormented with erotic moans from her housemates, Cristan Lewis who always bring a different bed partner every night. All of them are incredibly beautiful and sexy bitch. But, behind his selfish and annoying attitude, it turns out that Cristan is the sole heir of Levy Corp. A multinational company which has branches in almost all 3 World countries. Every night, Arissa only could let out a long sigh heavily while she was lying on the couch with a sank heart and pitiful face as she kept counting and hoping the agreement that they both has made before, about sharing the apartment and live in together, will be over soon. Both of them didn’t realize but the fact, their meeting had actually been predetermined and tied by fate from long ago. It was destiny who has united them both in a most peculiar way. And apparently, without her knowing, only Cristan was able to protect Arissa and released her from the demon of the past that was still chasing her.

Follow Malorn on his wicked journey to conquer reality and then the multiverse. Dying as a serial killer to kill another killer with a homemade bomb. He finds out it's not the end, but the beginning

What will you do when you find your fiance is getting married to another girl.And that girl was none other than your own sister. Your family is supporting them not you. Everything is snatched from you. What will you do ? ---------------------- She returned from abroad after five years only to find her world breaks apart. Her Fiance was getting married in front of her eyes with her sister under everyone blessings. Each person turned their back against her ,even her parents.... only one person stood beside her . She wants to get revenge...he will do it for her. She just want to be lazy...he will become her cushion. A heartless devil learnt how to pamper his wife. He looked in her eyes and said- "I'm heartless to everyone...but my heart beats..... only for you".

Now I understand that this is a platform for novels and what not. The thing is I’m not to good at Writing novels. So instead of novels I wrote some poetry. Hope you enjoy.

A car accident causes Yan Chuang to traverse into a martial arts world resembling ancient times, bringing along a 'Purple Mist Palace'. Teaching by Example (Level 1): Your explanations will increase listeners' comprehension efficiency by 50%, and their understanding and thoughts will feed back to you, granting you corresponding 'insights'. The Great Dao Cushions (Level 1): The Purple Mist Palace contains six Great Dao cushions that aid listeners in better understanding explanations and grasping the Great Dao. The effect of 'Teaching by Example' is increased by 1000%. Note: Only two of the six seats can be changed once. Treasure Nurturing Rock (Level 1): You can use 'spirituality' to enhance and nurture items. Method Development (Level 1): You can set up research tasks, gain inspiration, develop martial arts, and complete tasks to gain 'insights' and 'spirituality'. Currently, you can create 2 tasks. Upon reaching the other shore, Yan Chuang laughed and said, "I didn't specifically study martial arts, those were merely insights gained while preaching to disciples."