Tauts

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

[Warning: Contains Mature Content] "Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world." Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’. The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed. But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed. However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet. But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods? Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected. Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart. **** Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment. His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected. Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.” The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know… “…today is the day you will die.”

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

She is a practical realist, a lover of science, and a nonbeliever in destiny and magic. He is a demigod King who rules a mythical kingdom with supernatural powers. Evie is a cold and laid-back aircraft mechanic who lives in the urban city, trying to live a mediocre life, just to escape her traumatic past. On the other hand, King Adamos is a conservative perfectionist ruler who maintained the magical Kingdom of Edin in peace and solitude for centuries. What happens when both of their lives get entangled by a playful game of destiny? Would they allow themselves to be entangled in its hands and be transformed by each other’s differences? Or would they try to get out of its clutches and go back to their own fabricated world? ******* Excerpts: His Majesty’s Chamber’s colossal ceiling, which was previously just a bland shade of beige and gray, suddenly transformed into a multi-chromatic one. It appeared like a display of dynamic patterns of brilliant lights that appear as curtains, rays, spirals, and flickers covering the entire sky. The magnificent picture would mesmerize anyone who loves magic and beauty combined into one spectacular scenery. But not Evie. Her suspicious eyes narrowed as she searched for gears in the ceiling edges. ‘The King’s Chamber must be like a convertible car. And that kaleidoscopic display must be the actual color of the night sky here in Edin,’ she analyzed as she scrutinized the structure. She knew how convertible cars work. They have gears with brackets with teeth connected to the primary structure of the roof of the cars. But she could not see any forms of gears. Still, she didn’t believe that this King had powers and that he was showing them off right now. “I know it’s a trick. You cannot fool me.” Evie’s unfazed eyes now darted at King Adamos. He was currently on top of her, ready to take her as was proper for their honeymoon. And they were both lying down on his bed. With his raven locks flowing down his strikingly handsome face and his naked taut chest, Evie couldn’t help but clamp her lips together. If not, they might betray her and speak out her thoughts that for her, he was more beautiful than the display above them. She thought he would get mad at her for sneering at his effort to impress her. But to Evie’s bewilderment, a corner of the King’s moist wet lips curled up. Then he drew near her and whispered in a hoarse and rugged voice, “I don’t care what you think. You are mine tonight, Evie.” ******* Note: Everything written here is purely figments of my imagination. You may find errors, as English is not my primary language. Please bear with me. :’) You can also reach me out here: FB: novelistilia IG: novelistilia FB group: Ilia’s World Thank you for giving this book a chance! Lots of love XOXO

The taut

Technology queen, Victoria Hill, died after a tragic incident where the person she loved betrayed her for money. Luke Edwards killed her mother and tortured her to the brink of death, taking everything away from her. Left with nothing, Victoria swore that one day, even if it’s in hell, she will see him burn for his crimes. However, in a twist in fate she will have a shot at doing the bidding herself when she is suddenly reborn into the body of a 20 year old rich girl disguised as a boy, Rory Hynes. Forced to attend a school for only the richest of the rich, Victoria encounters trouble at every turn. Most notably, her roommate who never seems to be willing to leave her alone. Coming to terms with her new reality, Victoria realized that her mission wouldn’t be as simple as she wished. **** 18+ scenes so please beware. Definitely not suitable for the eyes of little kids, however I will notify before any extremely dangerous chapter.**** ——————— Excerpt- He was sitting on the grey single sofa in all black cotton pajama-wear with his head leaning on his hand. The warm lighting brought attention to his long black eyelashes and the pale blue eyes beneath them. He looked at her with a taut expression. His free hand reached out to pick up a glass of wine and swirled the red liquid around. "Where have you been?" The deep Russian accent, that was tinted with anger, destroyed the silence between them.

lee chanwook is an orphan that is in love with his childhood best friend and employer but thinks he is not worthy of his love and affection , while Rain is heir to a large empire and a model who is afraid of caring for someone too deeply RAIN i ran my hands through his hair the sunlight filtering from the windows highlighted his face and his every feature resembled fine brush strokes of a prodigious artist even the "blemishes"only added to his beauty . his shoulders where taut and his muscles tense as if even in sleep he was never at peace . laying my head down next to his i was overcome with a sense of possesion , this moment was mine and mine only and the thought of someone else laying here next to him made me see red and it scares me that i think that he is 'mine' because i always lose whats 'mine' and he is something i cannot afford to lose LEE CHANWOOK if all things beautiful and flawed were put into a person it would be rain he infuriates the living shit out of me but nonetheless i love every aspect of him , i always have. (ps- i know the writing style may seem kinda morbid and intense at first but gonna make it more lighthearted and enjoyable as the story progresses)

This is a love story between Sotade Olusegun and his first lover, whom he nicknames as Kinky based on the circumstances that revolve around their love experiences. One fateful morning, a rift emerges and kindles the spark of a new love story with unforgettable memories. Kinky is a virgin. A well-trained girl from a fairly blessed family, she is not a neophyte to a recently commenced relationship which she is yet to taste the core flavoured ingredient of it. She is already a graduate of a renowned private university for about two years. Meanwhile, Sotade Olusegun hails from a lower-class background and scripturally groomed to follow the Christ in all his endeavours. The effect of his religious life is evident as this story becomes his first love experience at age 24. He is a Secondary School Certificate Holder and Oracle Certified Professional. He is older than Kinky for approximately two (2) years. Can their different backgrounds sustain the sail of this love to its envisaged coast? Is Kinky deflowered by Sotade Olusegun? This book is taut with suspense, love sensation and sacrifice intriguing enough to make its reader stay glued till the end.

The air crackled with anticipation as Lucas closed the distance between them, his gaze intense yet filled with a hunger that mirrored hers. Charlotte's heart raced, her breath hitching as she felt the heat radiating from his body. "i can't keep my hands off," Lucas murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely any space between them. Charlotte's lips parted as she searched his eyes, finding a mixture of desire and restraint. The tension between them was palpable, each moment stretching out like a taut wire ready to snap. Without breaking eye contact, Lucas brushed his thumb across her lower lip, tracing its softness before leaning in to capture it with his own. His kiss was fierce yet tender, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't contain. Their bodies molded together seamlessly, every touch sending waves of pleasure through them. Lucas's hands roamed her curves, eliciting soft moans from Charlotte's lips. She arched into his touch, craving more of the electrifying sensation he stirred within her.

You have to work hard, they said. You won’t achieve anything if you do nothing, they said You can’t be lazy, they said. In order to achieve your dreams—you have to crush yourself until you’re born anew, you have to trample your enemies till they can’t get back up, and you have to prove to everything and anyone that you are at the pinnacle. If you want to be a King, a Martial God, or a Tycoon, you have to work hard. Patty wants to be the most renowned and celebrated man in the universe, but he doesn’t want to put himself out there. Patty wants to create the most glorious and powerful empire in the entire history of the universe, but ruling over a land was too mentally exhausting. Patty wants to be an invincible immortal capable of destroying galaxies with a single touch, but he doesn’t want to exercise. Patty doesn't want to do anything, but he wants to achieve everything. In a world where everything’s possible due to miraculous Teqx that bestows power and skills, will he be able to achieve his dreams? ——- What to expect? This is a world where Dreams are divided into three categories: Money, Power, and Fame. In the first volume, the story focuses on Power. Patty is just getting stronger and figuring out the powers of the system. In the second volume, it now focuses on Money. It is full blown kingdom building. He will get richer. He will give out Teqx to his employees. He will also inadvertently start his own company which sparks a revolution against big companies who treat student interns as slaves. The third volume focuses on Fame, but since it's spoilers, I'll just say that Patty becomes infamous. —— Join discord if you have any questions or ideas about the novel. You can also get access to chapters early there. https://discord.gg/PUNcUGfsVU —— I will lay in my bed, all words are left unsaid; The days had passed me by, made memories hazy; I’m sleeping, it’s soothing, no way I’ll be cleaning; Cleaning’s embarrassing, it makes me go crazy; Moving is exhausting, so I’ll say it plainly; I want to be lazy… Though I desire for more, my mood’s making me sore; None can force me outside, not even a daisy; Like the plot, put in knot, my plan is tight and taut; Though i ought, should I not, I will remain lazy! This is my destiny, so I beg, please, maybe; Read: “I Will Be Lazy!”

Kaito Fujimoto! Just an ordinary high school student. 'Although I am 18 years old in this world,' Yes a reincarnator who was living a quiet life in world filled with anime-like character. Due to a previous world in which his girlfriend had cheated on him and he had witnessed two of them having passionate sex while strapped to a chair to watch the entire show, he tries to live a normal high school student life in this one without pointing the finger at anyone. After all, he had trained in judo with a taut physique, so something inside of him snapped after that incident. He broke the chair, tied the man to his bed, called her girlfriend at home, and after setting her up there, sexually assaulted her until dawn. He knew he was in the wrong, so he just killed himself after it. While the boy who had sex with his girlfriend became impotent due to his kick, his girlfriend's child birth organ was damaged due to rough and wild sex. He became kind and easy-going in this life. Along with such kind parents, who treasured him dearly, Fujimoto developed a nice personality, which only covered his sinister heart. Until one day. Upon discovering a fallen kind, he received a note from them before they disappeared from his life, leaving behind a stolen note with the unique ability to aid Kaito in rising to the top of the fallen kind. A true evil lord.

The door opens and a man walks out wearing nothing but his baby suit, using a towel to dry his hair. Leaura turns and sees him, her mouth drops wide open shocked. She scans the man's body from his jet black hair that's dripping with water,his face is bent so she can't see his face clearly but she can tell that he's a good looking man, with those taut muscles and his obvious six-pack, wait cancel that, he actually has an eight pack, that perfect body that can make any girl drool. That sexy V-line that looks so yummy,then when you look lower you can see his really strong c**k... Wait Leaura look lower again and screams " ahhhhhhh,... Why aren't you wearing anything, what are you doing in my room,get out get out get out!"she screams closing her eyes and waving her hands indicating for him to leave... Meet Leaura Stone the first daughter of the Stone family, beautiful and bold,kind and delicate,she was doted on by all in her family until when her father comes home with a woman and a girl her age. Meet Corey Andrew a wealthy business man with secrets... Follow them and see how their paths intertwine and finally fall in love. A novel packed with drama,suspense, thriller and comedy...

[MATURE CONTENT] R18 She leaned close, offering him a lop-sided smile as she slipped a hand under his shirt to feel those taut muscles ripping in anticipation. His eyes bored into hers squarely, But, she could see his throat, bob up and down clearly. It made her smile, as dark swirls of smoke that seeped continuously out of her body, enveloped them. "It is just a question," she smiled, "do you want me, or not?" she said, sounding like the deal was nothing big. Pierre continued to stare at her. What was he supposed to say? His body wanted her, His own self needed her. But, how could he? When the Devil was inside him. The person who was supposedly her Father. His voice came out choked when he said, "Cleopatra, why can't you just go straight to the point without protocols?" Her head tilted to the side as she leaned all the more closer. So close, her breath was on his lips, and he could taste what those luscious lips were like if he moved forward, Only a little. But, the person inside of him was highly protesting, growling harshly inside his skin as he felt the resolve of his host weakening. The Devil committed countless of absurd sins, Yet, how could he defile a Daughter he had never had the chance to get close to? "I don't remember adding any protocol to having sex, Pierre," her languid whisper pulled him back from his thoughts, her rough-soft voice soothing, "you know a Lady does nothing without permission-" Pierre blinked through his daze. She had been anything but a Lady ever since he met her! Doing everything without permission! "-but since your answer is obviously a 'no'," she turned away, "you know where to..." "Cleopatra!" He groaned, pulling her down harshly on him, just as she wanted to leave. Even the Devil was getting dazed. This Daughter of his was being a Dare-'Devil', toying with fire. But, who could he blame? Like Father, Like Daughter. ----- Will the Devil really commit this inauspicious sin with a Daughter, who didn't even know he existed in her personal life? Join this wonderful journey to find out the mysteries lurking behind the guise. Read on to find out what happens. Love lots

10th Mountain Division, one of three divisions in the entirety of the Canto Empire's military known as the Rangers, is an elite unit that chose selectively from their infantry. And it was the consensus that out of the three divisions of Rangers, 10th Mountain was the best; every single one of their soldiers was fearless. And for a good reason, the Ranger motto was 'these things we do, so that others may live,' and every single one of their members took that seriously; in whatever major battle, they could be seen on the frontlines leading the charge. This led to the infamous joke that a Ranger's life could be measured in minutes; the average squad had a 68% fatality rate in their first year. An officer strode along the line of Rangers, his white square patch on his shoulder standing out on the black uniforms, identifying him as a captain. "Read! Ready!" the veins on the officer's neck stood up taut like whipcords as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Gyun's leg twitched in anticipation before he nodded to the captain; looking back at his squad; he tapped his helmet. "Check, check," pointing at the ropes attached to their waist; the ropes led to a nail that was driven into the ground. "Check" "Check" "Check" As all 9 of his squad members affirmed their equipment one last time, Gyun took a deep breath; feeling his sword, he took a step, peering down the cliff face to the Aegean Fortress below; it couldn't have been less than a 200-meter drop straight down to the ground outside the wall. Swallowing the fear in his throat, he stepped back, feeling his sword at his hip he gripped the handle tight. Glancing across the line of Ranger squadrons, the air was silent, and the sounds of nature permeated the silence, starkly contrasting to the captain's voice that had screamed at the top of his lungs just moments prior. The captain stood at the ledge, the rope coiled at his feet as he looked over the cliff face, pulling his sword from its sheath; in one hand his sword reflected the noon sunlight; in the other hand was the flag of 10th Mountain, a Mountain with a skull at the top, it symbolized the identity of the 10th Mountain; all eyes were on the captain's back, including Gyun's. "Helmets on!" With the sound of the helmets being pushed down, the line of scared faces of the rangers disappeared, replaced by faceless steel helmets with slits to peer through; Gyun shoved the helmet down over his head. The hot steel helmet was hot and stuffy and narrowed his view but it felt comforting to Gyun on some level, even though the helmet offered little in terms of protection from any sort of Qi-enhanced attack. "Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra!" The chant started with the captain, but soon the rest of the rangers followed; the shouts would attract the attention of the fortress spotters, but it was meant to. They were tasked with distracting and, if possible, taking the Southern Wall and opening the defensive fortress for the rest of the 2nd legion to assault the walls. "RAAANNNNNGGGEEERRRRSSS!!" The Captain screamed swinging the flag of the 10th Mountain. "Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra!" The chants echoed from the top of the cliff, A horn resounded from the fortress below, and shouts could be heard from below the cliff face as the fortress soldiers rushed to man defensive positions against the incoming attack. "WHAT DO WE DO?!" "WE WIN!!!" Taking a sharp inhale the captain turned back to the fortress below, "ON MY ORDER!!!!" "Ra! Ra! Ra!" The chants persisted; Gyun pounded his armored chest, chanting, taking deep breaths, trying not to show the cold sweat running down his back or the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. "GO!" The captain desperately swung the flag, Gyun's legs stopped bouncing in nervousness. Swallowing his fear, he sprinted before jumping off the cliff face; the wind whipped past him, his vision blurring, time seemed to slow, and Gyun could hear the blood pumping through his body.