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As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

'The famous mister truck strikes again.' A joke in her mind turned to reality. She thought that the famous mister truck would remain on those novels and anime's she had read and watched. But when it was her turn to have the chance in going back in time, she made a vow to mister truck. 'Okay mister truck, since you gave me a second chance I will make sure that this time I will succeed.' ***** This is the typical story of her being hated by the male lead. She was hated because he and his love couldn't be together for the fact that she and he ended up getting drunk one night and woke up beside each other the next day, NAKED. Indeed, cliché... It was only later that she found out that it was actually a plot of his mother who didn't like his lover for being poor and believes that she was a heiress. Once again a cliché route... But alas she was not, she was disowned by her family and had lived on her own for long. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a villainess. She was simply trying to fulfill a promise. Now that she has the chance, she still chose to continue trying to fulfill her promise in this second life. What can she do? She was a stubborn person. But this time she has no plans on failing. She will... SAVE HIM... A cliché route? Nope not at all... Because she was not the cliché female lead either... ***** "Yes, yes, I am already tired of that as well. Don't worry I am stopping now, mama's boy." There was mock in her tone and he couldn't help but to turn red in anger. The phone in his hand was gripped tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You-" "Good bye, mama's boy." *BEEP BEEP* This was the very first time he became furiously speechless towards her. ***** When she opened her eyes, she saw him towering over her. "Hmmm isn't it that sleeping beauty will see the seven dwarves once she opens her eyes? Why am I seeing a giant?" He frowned at her words. At the same time she did. "Were there any dwarves in sleeping beauty?" ***** "It's the wicked witch, here to bully cinderella?" Then she muttered, "Oh no, I think that does not match. Was there a witch in cinderella?" The mother was gritting her teeth in anger while she contemplated on the story of cinderella if there was a witch in it. ***** "Do it." A gun was pointed at her temple but her eyes focused on his. She said only two words but her eyes were saying more. 'Trust yourself for you can do it.' She even tilted her head a little to the side without the gunman noticing. Now with only a space with the size of a pingpong ball, he aimed his gun. If he shoot that pingpong ball sized space perfectly, the man will die. If he don't then she will die. When he wavered and turned to look at her eyes, she was actually smiling and mouthed, 'You will be able to save me.' *BANG* *UPDATES DAILY* Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Disclaimer: Cover photo not mine... Please message me if I needed to change it... Please support me on this page as well: https://patreon.com/user?u=52128033&utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

What makes a god? Is it their power? Their renown? Or their legacy and the impact they havw on those who follow them? Crimson Shadow is a story about one boy's struggle against the odds and his eventual rise to the peaks beyond human capability. Set in a world where most of the Old Gods are either dead or wounded as a result of a cataclysmic war, the story follows another victim of loss in Akairo Kivuli Kamaitachi. Born only a few years after the Great War which claimed the lives of billions, he must rise from the ashes and desperately cling to his humanity lest his soul be consumed by nihilism. What to expect: ÷ The Protagonist isn't the Hero. He is just another cog in the cycle of sorrow. That said, he will carve a path for himself through the strength in his fists and his will. ÷ Tense and gripping action that will vary from bare knuckle brawls to showdowns that will dim entire clusters of galaxies! ÷ A cast of unique and interesting characters! ÷ Deep and Expansive lore that spans entire galaxies!

[Wouldn't recommend reading this. I butchered the starting premium chapter pretty badly, now this is just an incomplete memory.] [ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror.     My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too.        I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around.     A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

[One] The first time she saw him, he was just coming out of the theater, holding a cane, wearing a dark gray overcoat with the hem reaching down to his knees, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was tall and straight. His fingers were long, and his knuckles were large and prominent. So much so that she completely didn't notice his grizzled temples and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Later, she learned that he had been married three times and his eldest daughter had already married and had children. He is fifty-five years old. He is an old man who could be her father. [Two] "We are not suitable.I am too old." He said with a smile, lit a cigar, and held it lightly between two knuckly fingers. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over him. Although he was over fifty, he had kept his figure very well. His chest muscles were firm and his abdomen was flat. The most crucial thing was that his eyes were full of maturity and wisdom. Unlike some young lads, he could restrain his smile. He could laugh heartily, but no matter how heartily he laughed, there was always an endearing elegance. Being too old is not his fault. She thought it was that she was too young. Men all like young and beautiful girls, but at this moment, in front of him, being young has unexpectedly become her disadvantage. She is deeply self-abased because of her youth. [Three] If they were just two souls, without age. without gender, without identity, completely disconnected from the outside world, then they could indeed fall in love. One soul is qualified to love another soul. However, an old life does not have the qualification to love a young life. One-sentence summary: Little crazy one x Old man Theme: Love can transcend everything.

"Your options are, either accept your fate and move on to whatever afterlife awaits you, or come with me and live again." Dying was the best thing that ever happened to Sam. After they died in a swimming pool accident, the 23-year-old gender-fluid person met Alpha 7419, aka Alfie, a transmigration system that recruited them in his mission to save the multiverse. Sounds exciting, right? It was for Sam. Not so much for Alfie, who now had to babysit a troublesome host who seemed far more interested in sleeping around than actually completing their assignments. —Excerpt— "You do remember I can read your thoughts, don't you?" the system asked, his voice cracking nervously, hoping that this pervert would have at least some inkling of shame at being caught in her fantasies. He shouldn't have counted on it. Sam grinned wickedly, clearly delighted. Raising her eyebrows and gazing up at him flirtatiously through her thick lashes, she asked, "Hey, what am I thinking now?" The alpha system's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. "N-n-no! I wasn't made to function like that!" "I am a highly advanced AI system!" he insisted, furious, and, he had to admit, slightly frightened by the unfamiliar feeling aroused in him by the image of himself panting and crying out as his knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the sheets. "Hush," Sam crooned at the flustered AI. She grinned wickedly at her soon-to-be partner. "I won't do anything to you that you aren't begging me for on hands and knees." ***ADULT CONTENT WARNING*** This novel contains explicit materials unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

[Mature content] ........ The rough kids were starting to annoy Harley. They should have died yesterday when they wanted to harass a Velvet, the new girl in their school. And today, probably, they would die. Harley was standing behind, and infront of the racks that contained books, when Reid had come to appear from the sides, along with his ugly friends. They gnashed their teeth in frenzy excitement while holding baseball bats. They must have smuggled it from wherever they belong. And they started to close in. “Come to the dark side, Harley. We would make a great team, hm? ” Reid a boy with jet black fauxhawk hair told her. Flame tee shirt , shorts, and reigning shoes, he wore. “ It would only take your feral dog type to join in the team.”were her blunt, dull words, dripping with venom that at the moment, poisoned his heart. Reid's eye twitched again in anger. This was the second time Harley was calling him an insane dog and it made his blood boil. Then, the girl's lips curled,“ What you gonna do? Bark?” That was it!! Reid swatted his bat for a hit, that he missed. The next attempt, and she caught hold of his bat hand to kick the air outta him... Reid flew over to crash into the rack behind him. Books fell and hit him, and were strewn over. “ Yaa!!”Ugly number two turned toward Harley to hit her that he missed with a step at her side, where it hit one of the racks that the impact of the bat to collide with the wood, so mighty that it left a fresh dent mark on it. Now, Harley was sure not to let that thing touch her, or else... Now, the next person was quick to appear at Harley's side so fast that when Ugly number two, had swatted his bat again, it hit him to unconsciousness. “ You'll pay for that!” he snarled. He lunged at Harley who held his arm instantly,that he screamed as she began to twist it, to dislocate his bone from his shoulder. He then sprawled on the floor and wailed in so much agony. “ Eddie!” Reid screamed,he glared at the girl, ” Fucker!" “ Kids!!” Mr Salmon Creek who was the kid's counselor, yelled at the pre-teens who were clawing at each other. Neither of them, however, paid heed to the counselor, as both were driven to the edge to injure, or worst, kill. “ The rest of you, back to class!” demanded the blonde counselor at the kids who were not involved but we're standing idly to watch. They soon, dragged their feet at his command, leaving fewer crowd behind that contained Harley's friends that were naughty. "Enough!!!” Mr Salmon tried to stop the fight. But Harley was madder to think about stopping. Her face was wrapped in rage likewise Reid. Reid slammed Harley to the wall and went down to finish with her. Wrapping his hand round her slender neck for a strangle, Harley felt her breathing hitch. A sudden groan left his lips on feeling the pain of Harley's hit at his groin. And Harley switched their position swiftly to slam his head against the wall. Reid cursed in a little bit of disorientation but yet, got up to fight. Dodging several attacks of the boy, Harley kicked him where he slammed open, the back doors of the library, his back hitting the mirrored glass hard before falling face flat where the impact alone had caused it to crack... As he slowly rose, Harley kicked him in the jaw and pulled him up to his feet before slamming punches at his face till her knuckles were bruised and coated in his blood. The next move had been unexpected as Harley had twirled to kick him, sending him to hit the glass once again before it'd finally shattered open with Ried to fall off through the huge flaw. Silence filled the library after gasps of terror had left the children's lips and Mr Salmon's jaw dropped. Harley had openly murdered someone.

Angelo Verde is a spy who investigates the Mafia's underground business. In the middle of an undercover operation, some unavoidable events leave him no choice but to serve Marvel Yerevan, the Mafia crime boss of one formidable Family. The taste of horrible and peculiar experiences in the underworld does not stop him from stepping deeper into the Mafia's territory, all to gain Marvel's trust. Ready to submit, even become a plaything, he will act subservient while secretly taking advantage of his position for the investigation to complete the tasks he is given. But, can he win the mission when he has never been victorious over a personal battle with the boss? EXCERPT I: "Sir, I think you need to change your clothes, or else you will catch a cold." I suggested Marvel, using his half-wet suit of rain as an excuse to get to know him better. The man in front of me was so tall and well-built, his physique exposed both strength and beauty. It wasn't out of curiosity that I patted his shoulder to sweep the wet dots away, but I wanted to create a connection with him. "If you don't mind, let me help you," I smiled. "It's my responsibility to take care of your health and serve you, so let's go to your room and change-" The coldness of fingers touching my cheek startled me, freezing up the rest of my words. Before I could develop a reaction, the artistic form of a man had turned blurry above my dilated eyes when Marvel reduced our distance. Seizing up the air I meant to breathe in, his lips contrived a way to communicate with mine without the need for words. I always asked myself, what should I do to get closer to Marvel, to step into his territory, to make him trust me? I think I know now. EXCERPT II: "It isn't that hard," Marvel convinced me, sure of it. His knuckles slithered above my cheek. "All you have to do is put it inside your mouth and just let it slide above your tongue." His words were followed by a gesture of his thumb teasing my lips until I felt it in between my teeth. Demanding access, it started to push in deeper, stroking my tongue without any sign of reluctance. When his eyes slightly narrowed to hold a smile, the steel blue marbles glimmered, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from this handsome gent in front of me. "You can do it, right?" At first, I wanted to pretend I didn't understand what Marvel was talking about, but my attempt to be indifferent might not work against someone with a character like his, knowing how much power he had, and I realized what his true intention was. I forced my mouth to open, only later did I know that those simple words would change my fate completely. "Yes, Sir."

Amber is a young girl that has lived 2 lives. The first one is tragic and haunts her in her second life that she wants to live to the fullest yet the darkness somehow always appear wanting to swallow her and take away her happiness... Again. Yet she is always shameless and never scared of danger or any consequences of her actions ~Excerpt~ ‘Ugh! I just want to skip! God, why do you hate me so much! Nothing good ever happens when I try to do what I want.’ Amber whined inside her heart flopping half of her body on the desk with her snow-white wrists sticking out at the front of the desk. Her long silky Midnight-black hair covered most of her body But slid down her stunning face accentuating her small, delicate frame making her look like she was a doll because she looked so still yet beautiful and Ethereal catching everyone's attention. Amber felt everyone’s gaze on her so she propped her pointed chin on her knuckles smiling at everyone who became in a daze when they saw the doll become even more enchanting. “What? Is everyone here so infatuated with how perfect I look that they can't tear their gaze away from me?” Amber said with a provocative look. Everyone who heard her only thought of one sentence ‘Narcissistic Demon Goddess is too Shameless’ they all felt like puking blood from her shameless words. This the first time I have thought of publishing I hope you guys like it.

[Mature Content] A humble shop owner struggling to make ends meet in the modern world, storms into a company to demand her money back for a defective vibrator when she meets the arrogant and dangerous boss, Alaric Draconis. In a twisted tale of rags to riches, love and war; something dark lies just beneath the surface, challenging Ari's world as she knows it. There are things out there that prey on humans, hidden councils that keep mortals oblivious to the bloodthirsty beasts that lurk in the shadowed streets of Seattle Washington. In a world of witches, ghosts, succubus', werewolves, and vampires, Ari is the most dangerous piece in the game: a blood doll that strengthens a vampire's ability. The ultimate weapon between warring supernaturals. —————————————————————- Ari used a single hand to dig into her bra, retrieving her cellphone. "I will not grovel like some sinner in church. Are you secretly some kinky priest?" She waved the device at the door guard. The threat was mostly empty. She couldn't really afford to be involved with the authorities and explain why she'd stormed into the building to begin with. The silence grew as she waited with baited breath. Please let this work. Please let this work. She prayed in her mind. "I don't think you understand, Ms. Ari. A man such as myself doesn't aim for success with the idea of only pleasing some of his genuine audience he appeals to. The goal is perfection, and I've had that for ten years until today. I couldn't care less if you were God," He spoke lowly, then said. "If I can't handle a woman with a mouth I shouldn't run a company." Alaric chuckled lowly beneath his breath and rested a fisted hand against his mouth where he bit on each knuckle slowly. This woman surely had an interesting thought process, especially the vocabulary of words she used in a sentence when speaking about him. "A priest?" His naturally almond shaped eyes seemed to almost narrow more than they had, smooth wrinkles scattering at the corner of each eyelid. Another glint of red light flashed onto the surface of those Grey hues from the various city lights flashing through the large floor to ceiling windows. Dark clouds loomed behind him, and when he stepped forward and crossed the room, he'd seemed like he flew down from them; some fallen angel who'd descended from grace. The speed was quick. In one blink he stood in front of her, his hand coiling around her wrist tightly. "I've been many things in my life, but priest isn't one. I've been an angel, helping those in the community stand on their feet. I've been patient, and I've been the devil to those whom I dislike. Being on my bad side isn't where someone would like to stay if they had any sense. Apparently you don't have that. Let me tell you exactly what would've happened had you called the police. They would've come right in here and ignored everything they saw. Why? Because money and fear keeps people's mouths closed." Yanking her lifted arm downward, he forced her onto her knees before him, his gaze glinting in the darkness. "And only an idiot would forget to apologize when they attempted to swindle someone out of their league. If you want a new product, fine. But you won't be getting your money back. Remove your rude comment off my site and all will be forgotten."

Two supernatural beings, a full team of rogue agents, one deadly organization, all want revenge on TJ Summers. Everything changes when TJ meets a special someone, will TJ and her special someone get through their obstacles to their happily end? “... I walk quietly towards the tied up and terrified girl as she struggles against the ropes. She mumbles words behind the gag while tears ruined her beautiful lightly tanned face, making mascara run wild. I grinned madly at her lowering my body to her level, "What was that ? Please say it louder" I said darkly to her as her eyes widen and struggled to get away. I don't think that is happening anytime soon because she's tied to a chair, gagged. I got angrier when she didn't reply to me when I told her to, resulting to grabbing her hair hard and bringing her face close to mine. "You'll regret not doing what i told you to do" I whisper dangerously low in her ear then let her hair go and hitting her cheek hard with my knuckles...”

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

[]Mature content available Hehe[] Hello there! I'm farihahaha11. English ain't my first language so please consider all my mistakes and help me correct them.This is my first novel writing! A story where Stella, a teenager who has love & hatred for the same person, Zach. Falls in love with another man- her 'Soulmate' who was a gangster. But only before he met Stella. For him love was just nothing but a stupid word and sex was just a boring game which he never wanted to play. He often wondered why people fall in love to break their hearts. He was a bold man whom every girl wanted but couldn't have. This is just two love stories of Stella where there's happiness and sorrow. Love and hatred. Good and bad side of Stella. She's an Aries after all haha. She got everything you want but can't have. But Brandon...made Stella his one and only. Hope you'll enjoy and support. Good wishes! "It was a full moon night! Stella is going to the terrace as Brandon's waiting there for her. Wearing full BLACK! as its their favorite color. Brandon's heart beats faster as Stella puts a step on the stair, wearing heels- 'Tap! Tap! Tap! ' Stella waves her hand saying 'Hii' Brandon's mesmerized looking at her. He declined the call saying ' I'll talk to you later '. He starts wanting to touch her like no one else has ever touched Stella that way. Stella wants the same but they were so nervous...... -I'm sorry I'm late-night she says but Brandon already holds her hands and kisses her knuckles like a gentleman. Then he continues kissing from her hand to elbow to neck. Which obviously brought shivers to Stella. It's been so long since she had felt like this. His hot breath fell upon her neck and slowly she became almost conscious less. Without even knowing what she's doing, she kissed him. He didn't bother asking he also pushed himself to her as a willing of kissing her. He holds her waist and turns her around. He kisses her neck from behind that made Stella shiver. Suddenly she moaned a little. Which brought smile to his lips. "Love me Stella" he said and kept there heads together leaning on each other. Somehow that made her emotional. She sobbed. I love you already, she said ....." Read the story to know further ;)

Sam is monster bait, plain and simple. She’s trying to play it smart, but she’s a college cheerleader with a friendly, easygoing aura. She is watched, admired, stalked, backed into a corner more often than not, and one of these days, she may not be able to escape. Jael, her new off-campus roommate, seems like a solution—at first. He’s protective, but not pushy or presumptuous, and solves Sam’s linebacker problem without bloodying his knuckles. Shirts, of course, are optional, but his girlfriend, Ivy, has him on a tight leash, so it hardly matters. Ivy’s creepy as hell, though, on a level Sam—and even Jael—can’t truly appreciate. By exposing Sam to her, he is soon in over his supernatural head. He’s no saint and has a particularly dark past and stormy present clouding his judgement. While doing what he’s told, busy playing “hero,” and fretting over what’s right and what’s necessary in his new set of circumstances, he loses sight of how selfish, twisted, and deceitful these witches can be…

A superhero story that delves into the mental health of superheroes, villains, and anything in between.

It’s never good news to hear knocks on your door in the early morning hours. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* The rasp of the knuckles against the door had this solemn acknowledgment that I would remember for days to come. It was a normal day, the 6th of October, the early morning breeze of autumn sung across the trees as people hurried to work and children hurrying to get to school on time. However this day was the day everything changed

When you have possessed a character in a novel, even a wicked woman is possessed by aristocratic love. She possessed the final monster the male lead has to kill, the devil’s daughter. “It’s your favorite finger necklace!” The Maas whose basic base is kidnapping and murder. I couldn’t live with these guys for 5,000 years. Hang in there, just play the role as the original and go to the next novel! God, can there be such a coincidence? I can’t believe I’m picking up a man. Besides, what eight-year-old Kiel says is unusual. “You can eat it.” “Hey… I’ll raise you hard, so come and kill the devil’s daughter later.” *** He appeared like a ray of light on the dark mausoleum. You have to kill me like in the original. “I’ll do whatever Bella wants, so… come next to me.” He’s becoming more and more obsessed with me. His slender fingers grazes his knuckles, touching his deep heart.

Street urchin, Nathaniel finds himself in the middle of a power struggle. what he has heard and seen sets him apart. Because of this he is invited to war hero, Henry Rachet's house. Once inside, he finds chaos and trust. As forces emerge against him, his new family rushes to his aid.

Since she was three years old, Marie couldn't sleep at night. At all. She wasn't fully human; she would grow twice as fast and she would die twice as soon as an ordinary person. There were scars between her knuckles, small ugly slits that never healed. She could form long blades of bone between her knuckles if she wished. She had two brutal scars lining her shoulder blades that could sprout shadows and smoke as if they were wings. She used to be scared of what she could do. But all she could do now was embrace it. Long ago, she gave up on trying to save a piece of humanity in her. She belonged to a secretive society, the only people that accepted her, the people that saved her as a child. She had a job, and she would do it.

She was a hot-blooded & fierce cultivator in her past life. After transmigration, she became a useless psychopath and crazy being admitted to a mental hospital. This was the most shocking moment of her life. What's even more, that she became crazy because of her broken engagement to a young heir. Everyone now looks up to her with pity. She is deemed as a crazy woman because of her love for him! Everything is messed up when she took over the body. Su Ci Yi is not a woman who needs to prove herself to others. She will act as hell crazy and trouble those people who have a debt towards her. The mental hospital was her home and the doctors are now her trusted aides. The patients her friends and the mental establishments her entire household! However, even though she acted like a total idiot, there is someone who notices her small actions. Qin Xiao Yu, a business tycoon who recently dominated different industries, has come to declare his domination towards her. ------------------------------------------------- "You want a kiss? Hmph, fight me! You win, I'll give what you want!" Su Ci Yi glared like a ferocious wild animal. Qin Yu was leaning on a hard wall, trapping Su Ci Yi within his arms. Their breaths are not afar along with the rhythmic beating of the chest. One was loud and blaring. The other was calm like the serene waves of the ocean. Qin Yu's deep eyes landed on those thin rosy lips and gulp. Even before he could pluck the peach blossom, he received a heavy blow below. Su Ci Yi cracks her knuckles, lunged a kick and without mercy shifted her position pinning the man on the wall, arms on his back. Now, their position is completely reverse. However, an abrupt military footstep advances towards her. Seven men in a black suit with sunglasses stopped in front, only a meter away aiming a 5.56 mm M-16 head on straight on Su Ci Yi's head. Su Ci Yi: "..." This is a comedy-fantasy romance between an aloof-and-extroverted-inside-female-lead x sadistic-domineering-warm-inside-male-lead:) Reminders: Updates (5-10 chapter/week) Chapter length (800-1200 words) Art is Mine. I am not writing to win an Oscar Award, please don't expect excellent grammar. (Though I'm learning it little by little.) Wanna chat? Add me on my discord: MissTeaPretty#8099 Instagram Account: midnight_dalia (visuals will be posted here)

"i want you to be my girlfriend,...mmm...,not a girlfriend...,what is the term at here? mistress?", Damian seemed so excited about his offer that he didn't pay atention to serena shock expression. "you just have to serve me in bed, satisfy me". his voice turned low and seductive," and you don't need to worry and lose, you know I'm a generous lover, I'll buy you a luxury apartment so you can move from your little boarding house,That way I can freely visit you every night, and I will bear the cost of your life, whatever you want I will give you, expensive jewelry, luxury cars, clothes designed by famous designers, treatments at the most famous salons, I know you like it because your lifestyle seems so expensive that you have to owe tens of millions to the company, maybe even you can please me, your debt will be paid off. How about it Serena? I will fulfill all your requests and you only have to be there when I need you". "why are you silent? you don't need to be shy or pretentious holy, I know what kind of woman you are behind your attitude that pretends to uphold morality" PLAAKKK!!! The slap was so loud that damian's head was thrown behind, the sound of the slap echoing in the spacious room. "How dare you !!,", serena breath was heavy, "how dare you to offer something so disgusting to me !! What kind of woman do you think I am ?? You really are in accordance with what I think, immoral man, depraved and disgusting and ..., "serena voice stopped seeing the expression of damian's. "Disgusting do you say?", If Damian wasn't angry with Serena's slap, now he's really angry, "If you think I'm disgusting ...," the man clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, "if you really think I'm disgusting ...", somehow she knew when the man's self-control was released, panicked and scared as she half ran toward the door. But too late, damian was moving faster than her, she managed to open the door slightly when damian's forcefully pushed it closed again. -------- By :santhy Agatha

"Ding! Cleaning System Activated!" Harry is your average twenty year old, he's nothing but ordinary despite one point; he's obsessed with cleaning, one day whilst dreaming the unimaginable happens and he's woken to the bright screen that so many had described before them, his unspoken prayer had been answered - yet was it the one he was hoping for? "Ding! First Mission: Steal the boss's purse!" "What?! Is this still considered cleaning?!" "Ding! Punishment for not completing the task set: Bare-knuckle boxing against a tiger! Good luck!" "...."

A red head girl named Toni has been through a lot in her life from abuse to being bullied. From fake friends to cyber bulling. The only thing keeping her sane is her best friend Jo'Nay Freeman. A loud mouthed, slightly ghetto, hyperactive, back talking, knuckle head dark skinned girl. How does 'she' keep her sane?? Read to find out...

16 years Azera "Asura" Norl who used to be undisputed in the underground martial arts community, but lost both of his parents in an accident and the culprit is still out there living like there's nothing to worry about. The media, the police, and the government are hiding that incident from the public. He wants to find the truth behind his parents' death and take revenge.

UG WARLORD THE CONQUEROR OF THE SPIRITUAL FIGHTER

Planet Yekem, a once-thriving trading center in the Interstellar Human Alliance no longer bears any resemblance to its vibrant past. When facing a climate crisis threatening extinction it was all but abandoned leaving only the poor and criminals to be stuck on a planet nearing its end. After a bloody 10 years, the Black Dragon group was finally able to assume control over the planet and imposed harsh punishments in an attempt to curb crime and bring back order to society. These punishments come in the form of a mass battle for survival amongst the prisoners, streamed to the alliance's other planets to get relief packages sent down to Yekem. After getting caught stealing, Frank has found himself in deeper shit than he can imagine having to battle for his survival. Chapter Length will be 750 -1000, not sure about the upload schedule as I'm in college and finals are coming up in a few weeks, but I will try to do at least 3 a week until I run out of steam.

Nagashi Kukusho, A Young teenage living a average boring life he spent with his mom and a few friends, Young Nagashi fails high school and is sent to a monastery as punishment where he finds more to life than just staying at home and playing video games and where he soon unlocks a hidden ability that he uses to only get stronger and beat those who stop him from achieving his goal.

"Come here, little one!" "No way!" What to do when the wife is angry? The big-shot CEO is filthy rich, showering her with extravagant displays of love every day! Today a luxury car, tomorrow a mansion, the day after a private jet... In a media interview: "What was the most expensive gift you have given your wife?" "So far, our son!" "You treat your wife so well, she must surely love you!" CEO laughs confidently, "Without a doubt!" Arriving home, his delicate wife throws a divorce contract at him, "Dongfang Yu, sign this!" "Hai Xiaotang, all you think about is divorce. Don't think I can't handle you!" The CEO, full of fury, cracks his knuckles, "A washboard, an abacus, a keyboard, a durian...choose one!" "Durian!" The CEO ends up kneeling on the durian with a thud!

"Tales of a Hustler's Resilience Amidst Challenges" is a collection of stories that highlights the struggles and triumphs of individuals navigating difficult circumstances while striving to achieve their goals. Each story showcases the resilience, determination, and creative problem-solving of these hustlers as they overcome obstacles and emerge stronger. Through these narratives, the book emphasizes the power of perseverance in the face of adversity and inspires readers to find their own paths to success.