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Leia Solayne is the last remaining omega she-wolf. She is unmarked, untouched, and hidden among humans for years, until one day she was discovered, captured, and sold at an underground auction to Lucien Calandrino, the ruthless Alpha of the Darkmoor Pack. But the true shock comes when Leia learns her fate. She is expected to bear heirs for not just Lucien, but his two brothers as well: Ronan, the fierce warrior, and Kieran, the deceptively gentle youngest brother. Refusing to submit to them, Leia devises a plan to turn the three powerful Alpha brothers against each other, using their own dominance and desires to secure her freedom. Yet, as she navigates the dangerous game of power and seduction, an even greater threat looms. Her own heart starts beating for all three of them. Why is she drawn to all three of them? And why are they suddenly willing to fight for her, not as a breeder, but as their mate? Can Leia truly escape, or will she find herself bound to not just one Alpha, but all three? ~~~~~ “Why did you let Ronan and Kieran mark you before me?” Lucien's intimidating voice fell into my ear as he pressed me against the wall. The entire room was dark and I tilted my head to only see his red eyes, gleaming in possesiveness. I felt the gentle brush of his lips on my earlobe and his hand on one of my curves. “Are you jealous of your own brothers?” I asked. “I'm going fucking crazy, Leia. You seduce me, put my entire body on fire, then ignore me as if nothing has happened,” he whispered and buried his face in the crook of my neck as if he would brand me tonight. **The Story is purely a fiction. Names and places used have nothing to do with reality.**

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds. Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here— Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam; Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts. Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger; Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light. The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings. And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

In this apocalyptic world, human society collapsed under the weight of an unforeseen catastrophe. Zombies roam unchecked, resources are scarce, and survival has become everyone's most urgent priority. In this chaotic new reality, the strong rule while the weak are prey. The protagonist, Tang Ze, is an enigmatic figure. Not only does he possess immense physical power, but his mind is as intricate and unpredictable as the world around him. Whether facing the relentless onslaught of zombies or navigating the treacherous politics of rival factions, Tang Ze exhibits remarkable intelligence and ruthless efficiency. He deals with provocations from enemies and betrayals by friends alike with swift, decisive action. Yet beneath his hardened exterior lies a sliver of warmth—especially when it comes to protecting his family and true companions. When challenged, Tang Ze drew a massive saber from his waist—a weapon known as a "horse-cutting blade"—and with a chilling smile, brought it down in one fluid motion. A grotesque, charred hand thudded to the ground, followed by the rest of the body splitting cleanly in half at the waist. Entrails spilled out onto the dirt, painting a gruesome scene. The crowd was stunned into silence by the sheer ferocity of the act. Such raw strength! To split a man in two with a single blow… "He’s no ordinary fighter," someone muttered. "No wonder he dares to travel with two beautiful women." With a flick of his wrist, Tang Ze shook the blood from the gleaming blade, leaving streaks across the ground. His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge: “Touch my supplies, and you cut off my lifeline. The punishment for that is death.” The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances before finally settling their attention on Dong Fei. “If we take care of this delivery guy,” one whispered, “maybe we can have a little fun with those two women. Better to die a satisfied man than starve like a dog.” Sun Ting exhaled softly, relieved. She had always known Tang Ze wasn’t one for unnecessary bravado; if he were, he would’ve taken her along long ago. Still, the sight of the mutilated corpse beside her made her stomach churn with disgust. But just as the tension seemed to ease, Tang Ze let out a cold laugh. “It seems some of you still don’t understand the situation,” he said, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Who wants to be next?” ... The novel’s plot twists and turns, weaving intense battle scenes, complex interpersonal relationships, and heart-stopping moments of suspense. It celebrates the brighter aspects of humanity while unflinchingly exposing its darkest desires. Through a series of gripping stories, readers are invited to witness how humans struggle to survive in the harshest conditions—and how they find hope even in the depths of despair. This is more than just a tale of survival in a post-apocalyptic world; it is a profound exploration of humanity, family, friendship, and love. If you enjoy thrilling plots, richly developed characters, and thought-provoking themes, step into the world of Tang Ze.

Check out my new novel: My Seven Beautiful Sins! °°°°° Alexander Kael Touch, a self-made young billionaire, found his meteoric rise tragically cut short on a school trip. But fate had other plans, whisking him and his classmates away to a realm of swords and magic – a world where power manifested as unique: ''Gifts." While friends awoke to magnificent Gifts, Alex's Gift yielded only two enigmatic guns: one gleaming silver, the other shrouded in black. Worse, he couldn't use magic like his peers, drawing scorn and derision. Yet, fueled by an unyielding spirit and a burning dream, Alex refused to falter. In this new world, he craved not wealth, but the strength to forge his own destiny. One goal burned bright: to rise once more, not to the peaks of financial power, but to the pinnacle of strength and control. This is the chronicle of Alexander Kael Touch, the boy with two guns in a world of wonders. A tale of relentless struggle, forged in the crucible of mockery and doubt. A journey to the apex, where the scorned student will become the ultimate warrior. Whispers of the "Death Guns Master" stir, echoes of a legend rising from slumber. The world may have forgotten them, but they are coming back. †††††††††††† Nickaido's here with D-Guns, do not expect the smartest MC because he was once a billionaire, is still young, he has his flaws, he will learn and grow, so will the other characters. At the beginning other characters are stronger but worry not everything will change starting from around chapter 80 onward. Also sorry in advance because some of the female characters have strong backgrounds but it's for the sake of the future story, this book is just the start, I'm still improving. Sorry in advance, English is not my first language, so they may be grammatical errors and misspelled words. Please bear with me. I'm trying to improve to provide a better story. Starting from chapter 200th, I have started using Grammarly premium to help me with the English, so I think it's become better. As for the earliest chapters, I have started to re-edit them slowly; I will do more as I get more time. Maybe hire a professional editor when I can. Once again, this is not some sophisticated story; it has many flaws, which I'm trying to learn from; however, this doesn't make the story less enjoyable. Would you please give it a try? Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7MRsHg33tv

"I hate my old world. No matter where I turned, misfortune followed me like a curse. In this world, I will be free. I’ll rise to the top and enjoy life with beauties... but to do so, I must destroy everything that stands in my way." Ryan was a simple construction worker, trapped in a boring routine, weighed down by gambling and loss. Until one day, his life ended when a rogue steel pole crashed into him—right in the middle of his important gacha pull. Everything went dark… and then bright again. He found himself face-to-face with a goddess. Seraphina, the Goddess of Life, stood before him with an air of indifference. "Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could explain your life and death, but I can’t be bothered. I’m Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be a hero... whatever." Ryan lashed out. "What kind of shitty goddess are you? I don’t want to be a hero!" "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Seraphina’s fury was palpable. She had never been spoken to like this before. Ryan scanned the endless white room, muttering, "So, I’m dead, huh? This is a new world… First thing, get strong. And maybe get some beauties..." "Listen, we’re not done talking—" the goddess started, but Ryan cut her off. "Shut the f**k up! I’m thinking here!" He was beyond thrilled to escape his miserable old life. This felt like a second chance. "Hero? F**k that! Make me a villain," Ryan growled. "Give me powers like in those anime shows! I want to burn the world down and make them kneel to me!" The goddess paused, clearly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, sending a flash of light toward him. Unseen by her, a shadowy presence entered with the light. "I shall grant you one wish," the goddess muttered bitterly. "Name it, and it will be done." Ryan’s eyes gleamed. "Anything?" His grin widened. "Make me someone who can f**k countless women and have a hundred wives. And you..." He leered at her, "You’ll be my first." Before Seraphina could react, a system window appeared before Ryan’s eyes, glowing crimson. [Welcome Ryan Wood] [You are reading a message from the system of the chosen ones] [You are offered to become the Harem God] [Will you accept your fate?] [Yes/No] Ryan’s excitement surged. "F**K YES! I ACCEPT! GIVE ME THIS POWER!" Follow Ryan on his journey to becoming the true Evil Harem God. He’ll conquer beauties, battle enemies, and reshape the world in his image. In a world where only the strong survive, Ryan will stop at nothing to become the ultimate villain—the man who controls all the women and rules over all. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● The MC? He’s evil, ruthless, and sure as hell not a coward. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Bonus tags(Netori; OP; MILF; Monster Girls; Large Harem) No NTR. No incest. No pegging. No femboys. No direct rape(Only brainwashing that leaves the woman feeling good). No YURI. Discord server: https://discord.gg/wNf3hqnU4z Magic Castle: 10 bonus chapters in 5 days after receiving the gift. Spacecraft: 20 bonus chapters in 10 days after receiving the gift. Golden Gachapon: 30 bonus chapters in 15 days after receiving the gift. Power Ranking Top 5: 2 bonus chapters at the end of the week.

Incense, thick and cloying as a shroud, mingled with the gritty tang of dust motes dancing in the erratic candlelight. Ari and Eric, twins sculpted from midnight itself, stood bathed in the flickering glow. Their stillness was a deceptive calm; a raw, ancient power thrummed between them, a silent pulse vibrating through the temple's aged stones. Ari tasted ash and iron – a familiar metallic bite. "Ready?" he rasped, his voice the scrape of granite. Eric's gaze, unwavering, snagged on the swirling shadows that licked at the temple's edges. The faintest whiff of blood – a spectral fingerprint of their heritage – clung to the air, a physical weight pressing against his ribs, a legacy etched into his very soul. The stone floor trembled. A shudder, visceral and deep, ran through the air itself, heavy with unseen energy. This wasn't legend; this was the Akin-Soul Style – a martial art forged in the fires of oppression, its movements as lethal as obsidian. Ten levels of cultivation – ten scars etched onto their flesh, each a testament to the pain that had shaped them into weapons. Ari, a coiled spring of controlled rage, moved with a predator’s grace. Yet, a flicker of doubt – a reflection of the prejudice that had dogged his life – shadowed his eyes. Eric, his brother's mirror image, stood in tense stillness, a volcano veiled in brooding calm. A subtle twitch in his jaw, knuckles bone-white, betrayed his inner turmoil. His protectiveness for Ari was a tangible force. *“They will not break us,”* he ground out, the words a low, steady reassurance, as much for himself as his brother. Outside, the night pressed in, a suffocating blanket pierced only by the malevolent gleam of eyes in the darkness. Their enemies – figures draped in shadow, skin the color of midnight, eyes burning with a hatred stoked by the regime that sought to extinguish the Akin-Soul Style – waited. The political landscape was a treacherous mire of deceit and whispered betrayals. Every shadow held a threat; every smile, a hidden blade. But this wasn't a fight for power. This was a fight for survival, for the right to exist, for the reclamation of their birthright. This was rebellion, a bloody reckoning against a world determined to erase them. This was the storm, the fury, the awakening of the Akin-Soul.

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

Tang Yan's eyes snapped open, his gaze piercing through the veil of time. Ten thousand years had passed since his downfall, orchestrated by the woman he loved and the enemies he had amassed. His own indulgent nature had sown the seeds of his destruction. Now, he found himself reincarnated in a teenage body, eerily reminiscent of his original form. A sly smile spread across his face as he vowed, "This time, I'll indulge in life's pleasures, but with a twist. I'll be more cunning, more ruthless, and more calculated." His eyes gleamed with determination, for he knew that his past mistakes would be repeated but with a decisive get away plan. The enemies he had made, the betrayals he had suffered, and the lessons he had learned would all serve as fuel for his ascent in this new life. As he rose from the depths of his memories, Tang Yan wondered what lay ahead. Would he find redemption, or would he succumb to the same temptations that had led to his downfall? The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but one thing was clear: Tang Yan would not be ignored. Join me on this journey as we delve into the world of Tang Yan, where the lines between good and evil are blurred, and the stakes are higher than ever before. This is a novice work, and I welcome any comments or feedback that can help shape this story into something truly unforgettable.

In the soot-choked gutters of the Foundry District, survival isn't guaranteed, and dreams are a luxury no one can afford. Vino Mifilder, a scarred orphan with no family, no future, and no options, scrapes by in the industrial underbelly of a world ruled by the gleaming tyranny of the Empire. Towering above him are the idols of the arena-champions of Bloodsport, the brutal, televised battleground where violence is currency, and death is entertainment. But Bloodsport isn't a fantasy to Vino. It's a whisper in the smoke, a way out, a suicide mission disguised as salvation. When hunger, desperation, and fate force his hand, he registers for the games-not for glory, but for a chance to be seen in a world that's forgotten him. What follows is a slow, visceral descent into a system built on agony. Each battle, spaced weeks apart, scars deeper than the last. Vino must learn to adapt or die-facing cybernetically enhanced killers, propaganda-fueled stars, and the twisted politics of an empire that uses fighters as both weapon and spectacle. With every drop of blood, he inches closer to the truth behind the sport... and the rot at the heart of the Empire.

Among gleaming offices, unfinished coffee cups, and million-dollar campaigns, alphas rule, omegas dazzle... and betas? They’re invisible. Disposable labor. But two betas are no longer willing to play by rules they never wrote. If they can’t win the game, they’ll remake it from the shadows. Warning: This is not a story of clichés. If you’re looking for a typical, fast-paced omegaverse, this is not for you. You’ll question what’s real or fiction, and it’ll hit like the real world. The wounds run deep. The answers, often uncomfortable.

Ren Jiang, an introverted architect, died. He found himself transmigrating into a psychotic villain of the novel he read. Thinking about gaining new martial powers, he excitedly stepped out of the door. He did not get the powers but ended up face to face with a childhood friend who was obsessed with the original body. Ren, "..." Trying to get rid of the obsessed friend he found himself entangled in life and death situation with none other than the male lead. Ren, "... Please, leave me alone!" With the help of his system, Ren, now, Dorion, tried warding off the evil people and correcting original's evil ways. He finally achieved a peaceful life.... Not really. Even, when he carefully avoided any troublesome interactions with the main leads, he still, ended up catching the eye of the male supporting character. A person who appeared at the end of the novel, just to torture the original Dorion. Even when the original owner begged for death, he was cured to be tortured again. Ren, "..." Looking at the tall figure coming towards him, Ren sneakily tried to wiggle his way out, "I'll l-leave right now. I-I didn't m-mean to come here…” Kade Death laughed, his wine-red eyes gleamed with amusement. He easily trapped the beautiful person in his arms, "You didn't actually think that I would let you go, right? The scared Ren, "..." I did, But I dare not say! "I let you go once, my sweet, not anymore..." Ren, "...System, H-Help!" System, "Why don't you help me?!!!! Save me from the claws of this nine-tailed fox!!!!" ---------------------------------------------------------- This was my first novel. And I realized that... To some readers it came off as a bit erratic at some points. Is it hilarious? Yes, absolutely. Is the story different than other transmigrations? Yes. Is it hard to grasp? Maybe, for some readers. I have learned so much after writing this. So, I am glad that I did. I may or may not edit it in future for better readability. If you are reading this, I am glad that you did. If you find it erratic... you can check out my other novel (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠). .............................................................

Irena looked at her, then glanced down at the cake that had accidentally spilled onto her shoes. "You know how costly it is?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice. Erin shook her head fearfully, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'll clean it." Irena grinned, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Clean it, you say?" She raised her foot, gesturing for Erin to clean the mess. Erin used her hands to wipe away the cake, still crying. "I'm sorry..." Suddenly, Irena kicked her with the same foot. "Don't touch my feet with those filthy hands," Irena spat. Erin was shaking, but she nodded obediently. "Lick it." Irena's voice was icy. "I said, lick it." Erin hesitated for a moment before nodding and continuing to lick Irena's feet, humiliated in front of the entire crowd. "Remember, never enter a ball again," Irena sneered. ERIN, SHE'S AN OUTCAST PRINCESS. BUT ONE DAY AFTER MEETING PRINC ARTHUR, SHE DECIDES TO SUBMIT HER LIFE TO HIM. BUT FOR THAT SHE HAD TO LEARN, HOW TO FIGHT, AND TAKE OVER THE DUKEDOM. HER BIGGEST OBSTACLE IS IRENA HER ADOPTED SISTER AND DUKE EDWARD HER BIRTH FATHER. WILL SHE EARN HER FATHER'S LOVE? OR SHE WILL KILL HIM HERSELF? WHAT DOES FATE UNFOLDS FOR IRENA, A PEASANT GIRL? JUST WHO GAVE HER THIS COURAGE? //WATCH THE DRAMA UNFOLDS// #DARKROMANCE #FANTASY //T/N// COVER ISN'T OWNED BY ME

Kael Kaladril had once been the prince of Winterpeak, a boy with simple dreams—none greater than marrying the girl he loved. But fate had other plans. On his fifteenth birthday, his rightful claim to the throne was shattered when his own uncle, Jonathan Kaladril, sought to end his life. Bleeding out against a snow-covered rock, Kael’s vision blurred as he watched his uncle turn away, indifferent to his pleas. The assassin’s blade arced toward his neck, death mere moments away. Then—time stopped. The world stood frozen, save for Kael and the enigmatic figure before him. A god of mischief, hand outstretched, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who… who are you?" Kael rasped, blood filling his mouth. "Who I am is of no importance, boy," the god replied, his voice layered with something strange, something unsettling. "Then… what does?" Kael forced the words past his pain. The god’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "A bargain." His outstretched hand beckoned. "Give me your soul, and I will give you the power to seek vengeance." Kael hesitated, staring at the god’s palm. A choice lay before him—one that could never be undone. But hesitation was fleeting. Summoning what little strength remained, he bit his lip and forced his trembling hand to rise. Fingers slick with his own blood, he grasped the god’s hand. "I accept your bargain."

In the luminous chaos of 2230, Davina Astralys and Ludovic Di Cortesi are two souls bound by bloodlines, betrayal, and a city split between gleaming skyscrapers and shadowy undergrounds. Davina, a university student with a cybernetic edge, has spent years evading the criminal world that shaped her, haunted by the death of her first love, Leocade. But when an undercover mission drags her into the orbit of Ludovic, the fierce and brooding heir to the rival Di Cortesi Syndicate, sparks ignite amidst their clash of loyalties. Their first encounter is a volatile mix of hostility and intrigue, yet as a fragile truce forces them to work together, Davina and Ludovic discover a connection neither can ignore. Beneath his cold exterior lies a man grappling with the weight of his lineage, while Davina’s defiance and sharp intellect challenge everything he believes. Together, they must navigate a labyrinth of shifting alliances and shadowy conspiracies, even as forbidden passion threatens to consume them. When the Obsidian League emerges as a deadly threat, old wounds resurface with devastating consequences—especially when secrets that could shatter her world are slowly revealed. Torn between past and present, Davina must choose where her heart lies while fighting to dismantle the power structures that control her city. In a world of steel and shadows, love might be her only chance at redemption—or her ultimate downfall.

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]

Suzy Watson, a woman of charm and elegance, has carved her own path to success that many young women could only dream of. But when her own mother becomes the root of her downfall, Suzy finds herself at a crossroads. Desperate to salvage her years of hard work, she turns to the most powerful and influential family in the business world—the Onettis. Little does she know that seeking their help will entangle her in a contract marriage with the most infamous bad boy of them all. Chris Onetti, the sole heir to the Onetti empire, is both a heartthrob and a heartbreaker. To him, love is nothing more than a game, and women are fleeting distractions, mere outlets for his desires. But beneath his playboy façade lies a heart once shattered beyond repair. When Suzy and Chris, two people from opposite worlds, are thrown together in a marriage neither of them wants, the clash is inevitable. Will their arrangement mend their hidden scars, or will fate deal them a hand neither of them expected? ~~~~ "I have satisfied countless women in this bed, even the older ones," Chris murmured with a smirk, his gaze locked onto Suzy. "Yet, you're the only one who refuses to set foot here." "That only makes me the luckiest of them all," Suzy shot back, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Because I will never share a bed with you." Chris chuckled, the curve of his lips darkening into something more mysterious. "What if I make you beg for me to worship you?" he asked. "That will never happen," Suzy declared. Chris leaned in, his fingertips tracing an unhurried path from her forehead down to her jawline, lingering at the delicate slope of her collarbone. His breath fanned against her lips as he whispered, "Breaking down your walls will be quite fun, Suzy. I wonder how you'll sound when you moan my name with that pretty mouth of yours." ~~~~~ Story co-authored by Light_ray and Emma Wales. Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy Emma's Instagram: @mysterious_itself

“In the absence of gods, only blood remains to shape destiny.” Mankind stands at the brink of extinction. The gods have gone silent. Blood is fuel. Hell is full. The war for survival rages on. ⸻ Aldric Crimsonforge was meant to die. He watched his village burn, his parents cut down, and his sister’s blood drained before his eyes. And the man who betrayed them? The village chief—a man he once trusted. All for power. All for greed. But as the darkness closed in, a crimson screen flickered before him, gleaming like fresh-spilled blood. [You have met the requirements.] [You have awakened the Bloodforge System.] [Binding to host…] Born with a weak bloodline, Aldric was destined for nothing. But now, with the Bloodforge System, his limitations are no longer chains—they are fuel for something greater. Through blood and steel, he will rise. Through vengeance and war, he will carve his name into history. And those who took everything from him will drown in an agony far worse than what they once bestowed upon him.

"Get off me!" Tessa gasped, struggling beneath Vernon's broad frame. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable—a hunger, a craving. When he didn’t move, panic surged through her, and she screamed. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat, his grip unyielding. A breathless gasp tore from her lips. "You can't run from me, Peach." His voice was silk and steel, lethal in its promise. "I own you." — Tessa had lost everything—her home, her wealth, her love. The man she once adored, Tamlin, had not only betrayed her but stripped her of everything she owned, tossing her aside like she meant nothing. Heartbroken. Weak. Shattered. And then, things got worse. Tamlin didn’t just ruin her—he sold her. As collateral. Now, she belonged to the devil himself—Vernon Carter. Cold. Dominant. Cruel. A man who didn’t know the meaning of mercy. But if Vernon thought she would break, he was wrong. Tessa wanted vengeance. She wanted Tamlin to suffer. And to do that, she needed power. Wealth. Someone more ruthless than Tamlin ever was. Vernon was the perfect pawn. She made up her mind. She would seduce him. Make him crave her. Make him hers. But what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? When Vernon discovers her true intentions—and the game of love and revenge spirals into something far more dangerous?

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

In the depths of the Abyss, where the screams of the damned wove a twisted symphony, a lone figure knelt in the black sand. His silver chains gleamed under the pale light of a shattered moon. His name was Kael Draven, once a noble warrior of the Radiant Order, now a forsaken exile, branded as a traitor, and cursed by the gods themselves. Betrayed by those he had sworn to protect, Kael had been thrown into the Abyss as a sacrifice, left to perish among the demons. Yet, he had survived. The abyss had not broken him; it had reforged him. And now, he would return—not as a hero, but as something far worse.

In a world where the gods dictate fate, a nameless boy lives a life of misery, destined to serve the wealthy and cruel Gleam family. With no sub-word to define his purpose, he is cast aside, considered less than human, and forced into a life of enslavement. But as he embarks on the fateful journey to his new masters, an eerie voice beckons him into the dark forest, shattering everything he thought he knew about his life. As the night grows more terrifying, he stumbles upon a mysterious woman who grants him an impossible blessing and curse, changing the course of his fate forever. Thrust into a world of gods, curses, and forgotten powers, he must navigate the chaos of his new reality and uncover the truth behind the forces that have bound him. But in a world where good and evil are mere illusions, can he ever truly escape the cycle of despair?

In a world brimming with life and progress, yet shrouded in mystery and hidden truths, continents intertwine, kingdoms clash, and the Nine Ancient Sects wage an unending struggle. Amidst this turmoil lies the outskirts of Athenos, a city known as the ‘City of Happiness,’ where people from all over the world gather—seeking prosperity… or fleeing from their pasts. But beneath its radiant glow, darkness and oppression creep in, suffocating the souls longing for freedom. A young boy stood still, gazing at the horizon with eyes burdened by sorrow, before whispering: "I want to leave this world..." Beside him, a man of imposing presence turned to him, his voice calm yet piercing: "And why is that?" The boy hesitated for a moment before letting out a bitter laugh, averting his gaze. "Can't you see? Do I look like someone who belongs in this world? Do I seem like someone who wants to live?" The old man smirked—not out of pity, but something else… something the boy couldn’t quite grasp. Then, in a tone filled with certainty, he said: "Don’t say something so dull… Instead, come with me. I’ll show you what this world truly is." The boy eyed him warily, hesitating for a moment before asking: "Who are you?" The old man turned slightly, as if the answer held little importance, then replied with a teasing tone: "Me? Just an old man… My name is Rikudo, but they call me the Ruler of Paths." He paused, then looked back at the boy, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "And what is your name, boy?" The boy clenched his fist as if confronting himself for the first time, before answering in a quiet yet profound voice: "My name… is Ashura." The old man raised an eyebrow, as if he had just heard something interesting. The boy then spoke again, this time with unwavering resolve: "Ashura Tekah." ---

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.

{Warning: Mature content} To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots! ---- "So, I am dead for real?" Her brows wrinkled. "Yes, sort of. But you can return if you accept my offer-" "No" Without listening to the rest, she declined promptly. Stunning the man. "At least, hear me out-" "No" The woman shook her head. "I don't even know if I were poor or not. Why would I want to live the unknown life again? Sorry, I am not playing your little game" She scoffed. Giving up on the opportunity, which left the man at a loss for words. He sighed. "All right. You will get your life back, including the ten million dollars. Are you in or not?" The woman's eyes gleamed with bliss right away. "Yes! I am in!" A quick change of mood shocked the man. All she cared about was money! ~~~ With no memories of her life, she wakes up to a man offering the chance to live again; but under one condition where she has to succeed the missions in the system he created. He calls her 'L' and vows to give the share of money if she achieves the task which is to charm big shots and swindle them! {The novel is pure fiction. It contains no intention to ruin the image of organizations mentioned in the novel. My first language is not English. There may be mistakes in the chapters. I apologize for those in advance}

***Together, they were like fire and ice.*** Damon pursued, ready to conquer while Alexander ran, trying so hard to remain cold and guarded. Alexander had thought guarding the sick crown prince was something so easy until he found himself cruelly yet so innocently tempted. ***excerpt*** "You will stay the hell away from me." Alexander threatened, his voice hard and tortured as he tried to recover from his emotional rollercoaster. "Oh really?" Damon drawled as he held up a wine glass to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes looked at the man that was standing quite a distance from him, ready to bolt. "Yes and I mean it your highness." Alexander replied and he watched the mischievous gleam that entered the prince's clear blue eyes that were quite a welcome compliment to his thick silver hair. "Alright." he relented and Alexander blinked, surprised but his relief lasted for seconds. "We will see how far you can run my honorable knight. Oh and just so you know, I love a good chase." Damon assured and it didn't take Alexander ages to know that he had close to no winning chance when it came to this one man. Oh yes, he was doomed...so sweetly doomed.... ... Hey guys, I have decided to try writing something new, a genre I haven't tried before but one that I find interesting enough to explore. This book is a romance BL novel and if you are one that likes the genre or loves to try new things, please don't hesitate to try out my new book. Also, feel free to check out my other novel... The heiress's revenge: A rise from the ashes. Thank you!