Yachiru Spits Ikkaku

"Ruin me. Haunt me. Break me, Maeve. Just... don't leave again." * Maeve was the scrawny mate Alpha Ivan never wanted. He was unfeeling. His family mocked her. His pack shamed her. And when she miscarried their child, he called her careless—then made her best friend his breeder. Maeve left that night without a word. But what no one knew? She was still pregnant. A miracle from the goddess. Years later, Ivan is seconds from crowning his breeder as Luna and claiming the Alpha throne… when Maeve walks into the ceremony. Not the weak girl he threw away—but the kingdom’s most famous healer, rivaled by none, with a child who looks just like him. The bond he thought was dead still exists. The mate he rejected? Stronger than ever. And the heir he thought he lost? Still very much alive. Now Ivan wants them back. But Maeve didn’t return for love. She came to destroy the empire that spit her out. And this time, she’s not alone. She has his greatest enemy by her side.

Apocalypse Rising: Brains Before Brains Genre: Zombie Apocalypse | Dark Comedy | Female Lead | Strategy + Survival | Found Family Tags: Strong FL • 50+ Zombie Types • Mutant Virus • Base Building • Emotional Damage • Gen Z Humor • Slow Burn Leadership Arc Synopsis: Xenia Alderidge was supposed to give the best speech of her academic career. Instead, she gave birth to a survival plan while zombies chewed through the dean. Now she’s stuck on an island with a baby, a katana-wielding gym rat, a suspicious ex-soldier, and a band of chaos survivors who somehow elected her leader. She doesn’t have Wi-Fi, but she does have color-coded plans, mental breakdowns scheduled like calendar events, and a burning desire to un-zombify what’s left of the world. And the zombies? Oh, they’ve mutated. Some run. Some climb. Some spit acid. Some mimic cries to lure victims. Nobody knows what caused the mutations—only that they’re spreading fast, and every region has its own breed of nightmare. But Xenia isn’t giving up. She’s stubborn, petty, too sleep-deprived to be scared—and deeply committed to the insane idea that they can reclaim infected lands, one hellscape at a time. Yes, she cries in supply closets. No, she will not stop until they build something that lasts. Brains Before Brains Because when the world falls apart, the girl who always overachieved… overachieves again. Except this time, she’s fighting monsters, managing trauma, and maybe saving humanity. One color-coded map at a time.

[1V1, sweet doting, pure in body and mind] After one night of indulgence, she took on a mysterious bigshot. Afterwards, she slipped away, but he became addicted from just one taste. Rumors had it that he was a financial heir who could cover the sky with one hand, a beast that would devour people without spitting out their bones, yet he doted on her to the point of obsession. "BOSS, the young madam has been taken advantage of." "Oh, acquire that company." "BOSS, the young madam beat up a Hollywood A-list star." "Oh, send over some medicine, her hand must be hurting from the punch." "BOSS, the young madam was confessed to." With a cold laugh, he carried her straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Finally, one day, she was cornered in bed and fought back fiercely, "Why are you everywhere? I can't live like this anymore, I want a divorce!" He pinned her down on the bed, "If you want to divorce, fine, the house is yours, the car is yours, the buns are yours, I, too, am yours."

What's it like to be wrongfully killed? Cheng Su felt she'd really hit rock bottom when she was yanked out of a building by someone who jumped. Talk about a true miscarriage of justice! But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the eighties, replacing the 'culprit'? In her last life, she was clear and alone, but in this life, she had a promising, dazzling military husband, as well as a cocky and domineering third child? Ugh, spit on that! She had died with cheats, so since the husband was hers, she'd beat anyone who dared to snatch him—pummel one, annihilate two. She'd make gourmet food to sell at a stall, start a chain of restaurants, and earn the money herself. She'd have the children, flirt with her husband, and fight off any mistresses; as long as her military husband doted on her, all was good. With this cheat-code life, she wanted to eat well, drink well, gain both fame and fortune, and together with her husband, make a home anew! "This story is purely fictional. Please do not take it seriously or imitate it. Any similarities are purely coincidental."

this is an mafia love story enemies to lover and Italian mafia love story not an ordinary love story it's a love story which contains : obsession , power , high love standards --- **He proposed at gunpoint. She said yes with her silence. Now the world burns beneath their names.** --- When AIRA SINGH — daughter of a fallen mafia bloodline — arrives in Rome, she wants nothing but peace, her degree, and a life untouched by violence. But peace ends the night she locks eyes with **YUVRAJ MALHOTRA** — the enemy heir. Brutal. Brilliant. And absolutely obsessed with the girl who should've been off-limits. He proposes in public. She spits fire in private. But mafia rules are older than desire… And when marriage becomes strategy — she becomes his queen. What begins as revenge becomes something else. He doesn't want her obedience. He wants her **rage**, her **loyalty**, her **love** — even if he has to bleed for it. Even if the world has to kneel. From black sarees and blood-red roses to vows made with loaded guns, this is a love story written in bullets, betrayal, and the slow, burning undoing of two enemies who should’ve destroyed each other… **but built an empire instead.** --- > “He didn’t fall in love with her smile. He fell in love with the fire she tried to hide. > > “She didn’t love his power. She loved that he gave it to her.” --- Genre: Dark Mafia Romance | Enemies-to-Lovers | Possessive MMC | Queen Rising Themes: Obsession, power, loyalty, love without apology Warnings: Contains mafia violence, mature scenes, and dangerously high love standards ---

Grapple & Grind is a dark, R-rated LitRPG where survival means getting mean, getting clever, and using gravity as a weapon. Kevin wasn’t supposed to be here. One minute he was on a road trip. The next? Abducted by aliens and dumped into a dungeon death game with no explanation, no teammates, and no way out. Where most contenders swing swords or sling spells, Kevin’s running pure brute force—leverage, momentum, and the fine art of smashing things until they stop moving. The dungeon noticed. So did the AI running it, and it’s way too amused. His allies? A washed-up emo bard. A goth warlock with anger issues. A combat system that rewards speed, aggression, and creative violence. Survive, adapt, climb—or die trying. Because the dungeon doesn’t wait. It doesn’t care. And the deeper you go, the worse it gets. No chosen-one cheats. No OP bull-spit. Just fists, grapples, and a really bad attitude. -Momentum-based physics combat -Grappling and striking mechanics -Game-ified dungeon climb with real stakes -A foul-mouthed AI, a dungeon that hates you, and teammates you definitely didn’t ask for

"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave. "Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?" Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings. Now, he's Kenji, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read. Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely. They are the unstoppable force. He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list. While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Kenji optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line. He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence. Because cultivating like crazy is optional,but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

He was once a kind boy — loyal to family, faithful to love, and full of hope. But kindness means nothing in a world that spits on your loyalty. Roman died betrayed. His stepbrother beat him. His girlfriend cheated. His family used him like a slave — and when the world ended, they threw him to the undead. But death wasn’t the end. Roman was reborn — weeks before the apocalypse that would erase humanity. And this time? No more mercy. No more weakness. This time, Roman builds his empire in the shadows, manipulates nations, steals resources before the collapse, and creates a stronghold while the world sleeps peacefully — blind to the hell that’s coming. > What?! A supermarket in New York is completely wiped out overnight! Japan’s largest food storage warehouse was found empty — zero inventory, massive losses. Similar cases in South Korea and Australia? No trace, no witnesses. Just... gone. One man is preparing. One man is rising. Roman. But just when he thinks he's the only one pulling the strings in the dark... Others begin to move. Reincarnated. Ruthless. Just like him. The game is no longer survival. It's domination. In this new world, only one king can rule from the shadows. And Roman will burn the world before he kneels.

Earth shatters under a cosmic System. Prisons collapse. Monsters claw through broken streets. Charles, once a CIA analyst and now a branded fugitive, drags himself free with a battered baton he took off a dead guard. The System never drops loot for him. It only spits out Shards he can spend in a shop that reshuffles at every sunrise. Each dungeon he seals buys humanity one more dawn and pulls him closer to the mafia that killed his family. From swamp ruins to frostbitten peaks, he swings, climbs levels, and forges his own Dao one fight at a time. Chapters everyday. For more, visit my website : https://certherverse.com/ POWER STONES APPRECIATED!

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Veyra Halden was a bastard daughter in her last life—nothing but a filthy stain on their pristine reputation, an embarrassment they hid behind luxury curtains and fabricated smiles. But she fought back, clawed her way to the top, and made them kneel for forgiveness they never truly meant to give. Just when the world finally bowed to her name, fate played its cruelest card—she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. On her deathbed, she got hooked on the most popular, most dog-blooded, addictive web novel about fame and power. A story so infuriating it nearly made her spit blood. In it, the weak were trampled, and cannon fodder were nothing more than sacrificial lambs. Then she woke up… as one of the cannon fodder characters. Erisia Wrenford. The forgotten lastborn of a prestigious family. The real daughter abandoned for a fake. But this time? She’s not playing by their script. If the universe thinks it can turn her into a joke again, she’ll drag the stars down with her. …So why is the family of the country’s wealthiest bachelor suddenly asking for her hand in marriage? That definitely wasn’t in the plot. Now, watch her rise. Watch her burn. Watch her become the brightest star the world’s ever seen. This time, they’ll all remember her name.

Three years ago, Rachel was dragged into a nightmare she didn’t create. A woman named Camila died in a car crash, and Rachel took the fall. But Camila wasn’t just anyone, she was the fiancée of Jeffrey Gray, the cold, powerful man who controlled Shen City like it was his personal chessboard. That night, everything shattered. Her boyfriend, Ralph Patel, ditched her like she was nothing. Her own family treated her like dirt. Her name was ruined. Her heart broken beyond repair. No one even cared if she was guilty or not. She went to prison without a single word of defense. Three years passed. She got out with no money, no help, and no one waiting for her. But she didn’t cry. She didn’t complain. She became a sanitation worker, quietly cleaning the streets of the very city that once chewed her up and spit her out. Then came the night it all changed. Rain poured. She was soaked and exhausted. That’s when a man in a black suit stopped in front of her. His voice was cold enough to freeze her in place. His eyes sharper than knives. Neither of them knew the truth. She didn’t know he was that Jeffrey. He didn’t know she was that Rachel. But fate doesn’t forget. And it never plays fair. When secrets start to unravel and old wounds are torn open, the entire city is shaken. Because the girl they trampled on isn’t the same anymore. This time, Rachel’s not here to beg. She’s here to rise, from the ashes, from the lies, from everything they buried her under. And the people who betrayed her? She’ll make sure they remember what they did. He once destroyed her life. Now, he can’t stay away from her. But Rachel... Her heart’s already frozen.

***Warning: Extremely smutty. Contains taboo. "Kael, what do you want to be when you grow up...? I'm sure it's a doctor." "No—an engineer." "You’ll make your family proud." Kael was just an average high school student—nothing special, nothing extraordinary. His life had one aim: to become a successful. Not because he wanted to, but because that was what everyone expected. His family, his teachers, even his friends—they all had the same dream in mind: doctor or engineer. So he followed along, silently, diligently. But the deeper he walked that path, the more hollow he became. And then, one day, without warning, everything ended. He died. Yet fate had other plans—he reincarnated. Reborn in a world of magic and swords, Kael found himself in a simple household, tucked away in a faraway village of the Ernia Kingdom. He was given a second chance but he seemed destined for the same mediocrity... until the day he met her. Nyx, the seductive Goddess of Lust. She offered him power—power fueled by desire, domination, and intimacy. One kiss from her, and his world shifted. "Welcome to Lust System." "Engage in Lustful intimacy and gather lust points. These lust points can be exchanged for items and other interesting items." "Host, remember this—on the path of Lust, there is no sin, no taboo, no morality that binds you. Love, lust, seduction, domination… all of them are tools, weapons. Your desire is your sword. Your charm, your shield. This world labeled lust as a sin because they feared its true power. But you—” The voice grew deeper: “You will become the one who proves that lust, in its purest form, is divine.” *** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some smut scene may contain: [Spitting] [Slapping] [BDSM] [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY **CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOO, Julian, the son of Duke Alden and the grandson of Grand Duke Augustus stood Infront of the crystalline ball that emanated mana. The crystal absorbed his mana and started glowing with purplish hue, with a sparks of lightning. "Yes, I have unlocked Lightning Affinity," Julian said, a spark of excitement lighting up his blue eyes. Suddenly, the ball began absorbing too much mana, Julian's eyes widened in horror as the energy swirled out of control, crackling with an intensity that was and terrifying. Just as he realized the danger, the ball erupted in a blinding flash, a shockwave of power surging outward. Julian wasn't hurt, but he felt a strange sensation as a dark mist swirled in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a strange entity, a shadowy figure, slip into his forehead. Then, Julian heard an unfamiliar sound echo in his head: “WELCOME TO THE MILF SYSTEM.” Connecting....Success Initializing.......Success “FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.” , The voice said Curiosity piqued, Julian quickly asked, "Can you tell me more about the MILF SYSTEM?" The voice continued, "Sure, The MILF SYSTEM will help you reach unimaginable power as a mage. You will need to complete the tasks assigned to you and earn points." ********************* MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHART Handjob - 10 Points Blowjob - 20 Points Sex - 75 Points Creampie - 100 Points Threesome - 200 Points Spank - 15 Points Anal - 150 Points ********************* Julian grinned, excitement bubbling up inside him. “Well, if that’s what I should do to be stronger, I guess we don’t have any other choice,” he declared, determination shining in his blue eyes ************** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some smut scene may contain: [Spitting] [Slapping] [BDSM] [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

He was born a reject in a world ruled by qi. Destined to toil in darkness, Bu He discovers a secret within his own blood—a forbidden core that defies the heavens. Every pain becomes power, every tribulation a step closer to immortality. But with every breakthrough, Bu He’s path grows more dangerous. Hunted by prodigies, haunted by fate, and facing lightning that should kill him—but instead only makes him stronger—Bu He must carve his legend in blood while the heavens rage above. This is the journey of the “Heaven-Condemned”—the boy who eats tribulation and spits out destiny!

In the ash-choked ruins of the Blightlands, where forgotten gods whisper from shattered temples and crimson moons watch from broken skies, mercenary Silas Mar takes a blood-bound contract he can’t refuse. His task: escort Virelle — a sharp-tongued, half-demon woman with cursed blood and more secrets than scars — across a land that chews up the living and spits out the dead. But nothing about this job is what it seems. Their journey will drag them through haunted cities, unraveling oaths, vengeful memories, and ancient horrors that refuse to stay buried. As Silas and Virelle inch toward the Hollow Coast — and the door that screams beyond it — they’ll uncover the truth behind a forgotten pact, one written in blood, betrayal, and names that were never meant to be spoken. The only thing more dangerous than the creatures hunting them... is the price of keeping their word.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Mae was just an ordinary office worker—broke, exhausted, and one sarcastic comment away from snapping. So when she cursed her awful, tyrannical boss under her breath… she didn’t expect fate to take it personally. One freak accident later, she wakes up in a strange, ancient world. Same face, different place. But things get even weirder when she sees him: the crown prince of the kingdom, cold, powerful—and the spitting image of her boss. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she’s mistaken for someone else: Lady Marianne, a noble girl who’s mysteriously fallen into a coma. Even worse? Marianne’s powerful, filthy-rich parents—who look exactly like Mae’s actual parents—offer her a deal: pretend to be their daughter, keep Marianne’s engagement with the prince intact, and in return, they’ll pay her generously. It’s supposed to be a simple gig. Act like a noble, survive the palace, and stash away the gold. But things start to spiral fast. The prince is watching her too closely. Their fake romance feels dangerously real. And Mae starts to wonder… If she will be able to finally live an independent rich life in this life time or not?

Gu Nian woke up to find herself a baby born to a poor family. Her mother was killed, her brother missing and she was homeless. Thankfully, there were many good people in the world. Still, everyone in the village told the Lin family was stupid—they could not even afford to make a living for themselves, but they had to adopt a baby from another family. They did not know that the baby had a pocket dimension and was blessed with good luck, and the Lin family soon rocketed to riches. Later, restaurants would fight over Gu Nian's recipes, and the silkworms she reared would spit silk of all collars, while her crops would weigh tons. All at once, she becomes famous. Everyone says that Gu Nian would never marry nobility no matter how much she earned! Her brother and father then returned to her, and she became the daughter of a duke! Noble son: Watch your tongue. I'm the one who doesn't deserve my wife!

From love, marriage, heartbreak, pain, to divorce- Mu Chuqing has been through it all in a few years with Sheng Yuchen. After not seeing each other for years, she imagines that they would be like strangers. But why is that man looking at her with anger even when holding his fiancée in his arms? Why can’t they be like strangers? Will he forever humiliate and torture her? Why can’t Sheng Yuchen let her go? Just what kind of cruel man is her ex-husband? … Ever since that night three years ago, Sheng Yuchen has not slept peacefully. Every time she cries, her tears fall like acid on his heart. His blood boils when he sees her smiling at other men the way she used to smile at him, and the beast in him might as well destroy everything around. He can’t let her go. He won’t let her go. Even if his heart gets charred with her tears. … This isn’t a love-at-first-sight story! “Boss! Miss Mu is back!” “Got it.” The man responds indifferently. “Boss, someone gave Miss Mu a bouquet of roses!” “Adulterer! Humph!” The man finally raises his head, narrows his eyes, and snorts. “Boss, Miss. Mu and that man watched a movie today, had a candlelight dinner, and…” “And what…” “They kissed!” The man’s eyes spits fire, and he can’t sit still anymore. He suddenly stands up from the sofa. “B-Boss, bad news. Miss. Mu and that man are going to get married in the Netherlands!” The man slams the table. “Which plane? Shoot it down!” “Yes!” “Wait!” The man suddenly stops him. “Boss, do you have any other instructions?” “Blast the male adulterer. If she loses even a hair on her, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle what comes next!” “…”

Roger thought he’d seen enough horror and slaughter. But nothing prepared him for the day his mentor—an elite swordsman was ripped in half by something not even the gods should have created. Terrified, alone, and soaked in cold sweat, Roger fled deeper into a jungle that had swallowed countless heroes before him. But what awaited him wasn’t death. It was something far worse. A succubus. The succubus who drained him to his bones. He thought he would never woke up, but he found himself not dead, but reborn... in a temple carved from white stone, beneath the towering gaze of a statue unlike any god he had ever seen or heard. Then came the voice—deep, commanding, and ancient. "I am the God of Chaos. The ruler of the new world. The supreme— Hades." With those words, Roger’s world unraveled. He was shown visions of a forgotten truth: the Ragnarok of the Gods was never an end, but a transformation. The six most powerful gods—righteous and evil—had not died, but merged. Their remnants gave birth to a being that defied all divine logic, a god born from contradictions: justice and malice, order and desire, light and destruction. Hades. Now, with a wicked grin stretching across the fabric of fate, the God of Chaos has made Roger an offer no sane man should accept... but no ambitious fool can resist. "So you want me to be your messenger? But what can I gain from it?" Roger asked with an expectant look. "Become my messenger I shall grant you the power to stand above all life—save for me." But Roger is no noble hero. He’s a rogue, a pervert, a coward who cries when death knocks at the door. Yet he's also cunning, curious—and fatally tempted by power and the chance to live without ever bowing again. Now Roger a selfish bastard with a broken sword, a sharp tongue, and the spine to spit in a god’s eye must choose what kind of man he will become: pawn, parasite… or prophet of chaos. Now it looks like one bastard adventurer might just rewrite the fate of Nirn. ___________________________ Schedule: 14-28 chaps every week each 2000+ words. LOT'S OF SNUSNU SO DON'T COMPLAINT LATER! Discord: https://discord.gg/GcsXh8XM6c [Characters, monsters, weapons, places, etc. images are already available in my little server.] ___________________________ Tags: Action, Monsters, Demons, Gods, Mystery, Myth Romance, Slice of life, Pregnancy, Adventure, Divine, Mercenary, Academy, Travelling, Guild quests, Mercenary missions, etc .. No NTR, No YuRI, No Incest!!! MC won't be op from start. He'll learn from his mistakes and bad decisions. He won't be best from the start nor will he be a horndog ever.

[WARNING R18+, Extreme Smut Every 3-5 Chapters] ----------- The loser Li Long thanked God for giving him another chance to be reborn with his memories. And in an accident Li Long got a legacy left by a dual cultivator. So Li Long decided that from this life on, he would be good to himself and others, and vowed not to suppress the dark personality of his previous life. No matter if he was spit on by thousands of people or was not tolerated by the world, he would live only for himself in the future... 【 Additional Tags: Harem, DUAL CULTIVATION + MILF + URBAN + CULTIVATION + INCEST + R18 】 【 Disclaimer: There could be mistakes in the chapters, when one has to write 10K a day, the chances of things being left out are pretty obvious. So, if you understand what that sentence means, just ignore the minor mistakes, but if you want to point out grammatical mistakes, please do so. I will correct them as soon as possible.】 【 30 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter 】 【 5 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters 】 【 Magic Castle = 20 Bonus Chapters [Release within next 30 days] 】

[mature content] "On your knees baby girl" he ordered,kira looked at him in confusion,what exactly was he trying to do? She couldn't calculate his motive,but she sensed something bad. "On your knees girl, I don't like repeating myself" he commanded,kira immediately scrambled up and kneeled in front of him,her face was below his waist and her face was directly facing his crotch, and that felt even more weird. "Take off my belt baby" he ordered,kira almost choked on her spit, why on earth would he..... She now understood why he asked her to kneel,she couldn't imagine what was going to happen next. She hesitated,she couldn't take of his belt,how can a human make his own specie feel so disgusted? She couldn't imagine herself doing what he wanted her to do,she was still contemplating on what to do when her hair was grabbed aruptly,she winced in pain holding on to her hair, she didn't want to be rendered bald. "You should do what you're told to do babygirl, don't you know that?" Alex grabbed her hair harder and watched her scream in pain "please sir, my......" He immediately let go of her hair and said "you should be more cautious darling, I don't like repeating myself " kira rubbed her scalp in pain,she was terrified of this man,he could easily kill her if he wanted to and would walk away freely,she needed to get this done and make sure she never crossed his path again,she didn't need him to repeat himself again,she already learnt the hard way,she didn't want to end up with a burning scalp,she balanced herself on her knees and grabbed his belt buckle. She removed his belt as quick as she could avoiding getting her hair pulled again, Alex watched in amusement,she did know how to take corrections. She removed his belt and looked up at him confused on what to do next,for a split second Alex could notice the Innocence in her eyes, but he didn't care,he was paying her a good amount of money,and she had to serve him well. He smirked and immediately said "take the trousers off baby" She gently removed his pants at his command ignoring his bulge,she swallowed hard biting her lips, trying to ignore the weirdest feeling she was getting for the first time, she had earlier thought removing His pants was the weirdest thing she had ever experienced,but then it got to the stage where she had to remove his underwear. She did as he had commanded, trying her best to be loyal,she hated the fact that she had to be the one to undress him. She looked into his eyes,wating for his command,she was so nervous on what they do next,and the fact that his bulge was touching her cheeks made it worse. "Put it in your mouth baby girl" he ordered,she almost pleaded for him to change his mind,she couldn't ignore the weird feeling, neither could she disobey him,he looked down at his feet almost in tears,she felt so disgusted,but she had to do as he told her. kira is a young highschool dropout, working as a part time waitress to make ends meet for her grandmother, brother and herself,she falls into a tragic situation where she unexpectedly crosses path with the ruthless engmatic billionaire Mafia,after having a one night stand with him, she hopes she would never cross his path again, but Fate has other plans and Alexander feels attached to her, she gets trapped in his dark world, and discovers hidden secret on his part of life. a tragic forbidden love story between kira and Alexander. erotic and alluring.

Act II - Eternal Night: After the events of The Heaven's War, Elise descended further into the dungeon to find that there were actually more vampires in the world besides her, where Enigma, alerted by the fact that she was the owner of the dungeon, descended in haste, where she encountered the greatest joke of fate. Hate surged within Enigma's heart, for she could not believe that the girl in front of her was the spitting image of her late lover. To which Enigma, in an impulse of anger, lets herself go and kills Elise in such a way as to ensure that she will not return. It is here that Enigma remembered. She remembered her past. And all the hatred she felt towards humanity the day Elise died, to which she required a way to make them all pay for their sins, so she decided to release the "Eternal Night". Inconsistent publication in this platform. Monthly in ScribbleHub.

"You can cage me, but you can never tame me." She moved closer to him, her eyes wide as she glared at him prepared to spit her venom, "I Althea Williams will never love you." *** Meet Althea Williams, a brazen but naive human girl who only came of age recently and was ready to wed her beloved. As a young girl, all she was taught was how to be a good wife to her betrothed, the prince. An idea she hated but have come to accept as she had fallen madly in love with him just like every other girl in Ravenshore kingdom. Her dream was simple. Get married to the prince, become the next queen of Ravenshore, have as many kids as her womb could carry, and live happily ever after with her king by her side. Never did she imagine a day will come when all the beautiful dreams she had would crash in front of her when the most powerful alpha will claim her as his mate. Worse he already had a mate, which means she was the SECOND WIFE. Unacceptable! He must let her go, she would do everything to make that happen. He should better be prepared, for all those years she spent learning decorum will be thrown out the window and she would unleash the very demon her mother always termed as "unlike lady-like" on him. *** To avoid his mate, Alpha Nathaniel journeyed to the human kingdom for a festival. He was getting bored with the number of people sucking up to him and was about to leave but then… MATE! His wolf jumped excitedly. His wolf was barely excited when they recognized their first mate. So there you have it, your first polygamous Alpha or is there more to it than what meets the eyes? *** He wanted her, she hated him. Watch as Alpha Nathaniel tries to win the heart of his second mate while she makes things difficult for him in the worst way possible.

After being kicked out of her home, Sophia planned to raise pigs to survive. She found an old pig trough, a container used to feed pigs, and brought it home. But after using it, her pigs grew thinner for no reason. One day, she noticed the trough could swallow anything she threw in and then spit out treasures like gold, jade, and ancient items. She soon discovered the trough was connected to the past, to a powerful war general named General Yves who nearly conquered the Western Land before dying young. His kingdom collapsed, but through the trough, things from his world kept reaching hers.

Synopsis 1: What came first? The chicken or the egg? Those questions were one of the most mystical and debated topics to have ever existed. Pulling in the most narrow-minded people to fistfight and barrages of spit lacquering everything around. But that wasn't of any concern to Fu Wen. Such thoughts were lost to him for now. Snagging his attractive neighbor was just one of Fu Wen's accomplishment at the moment. So he was having a great day—no, the PERFECT day, rather. Because not only had he the fruits of six months bore a hot boyfriend. Tonight, he's gonna warm up bed for the first time in his life. But of course, a perfect day doesn't include accidents. But it also does not include that the said perfect day was just a hatched plan to make it seem perfect. For all the imagination he had in mind, Fu Wen never expected death. Synopsis 2: No one knows whether death was truly the end. The beginning. Or simply the void itself. Fu Wen's definition never had any of that. Having been ensnared in the pits of debts, such philosophical outlook was really unneeded. But now that he died, one thing that Fu Wen has proved is that life exist. Magic exist. And to make it even better, local folks here were like morsels. Something to salivate at. The only problem is that he isn't up to par to strike a conversation with them. Synopsis 3: Fu Wen never played games. Well, he did. But working to settle all the unwarranted debts burdening his teenage life to his mid-twenties made him forget the essence of that word. But now that he died, Fu Wen considered that the floating words must be his retribution for not playing games at all. Ah, absurd. Fat chance. A shallow reason and a shallow depiction of life. Fu Wen died and reincarnated for a reason. He didn't know why, but when he finds out what for and with whom, a variety of splendid and macabre words would overflow his mouth. For starters, fuck it. Girthier than Zou Yun's.