Sukuna Fingers

“On Nexus—a world ten times bigger than Earth where gods, beasts, witches, and much more run wild—power is everything. And Shiro? He does what he wants… and he’s got the hands to back it up.” Dark-skinned, handsome and grinning with two shining gold fangs, Shiro walks like a king without a crown. His long white dreads swing like a wild mane behind him. His custom wolf-hide gauntlets click softly as he stretches his fingers, ready to crack skulls—or gently grab the thick waist of the next dangerous beauty who tries him.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Damien murmured. “You could have chosen to defy me. Yet, here you are.” His fingers traced higher, a teasing and agonizing path. Chloe shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand pressed forward past the barrier of silk. A soft gasp escaped her lips when his fingers found the space between her legs. “So tell me, what do you want?” he whispered against her skin, his strokes slow and teasing, breaking her breaths. Chloe looked down, watching the way his hands moved—possessive, steady, each motion more intoxicating than the last. “I want you,” she said. “I want you.” Damien Cross only had one mission—revenge. Cold, calculating, and merciless, he’s spent years building an empire and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the man who betrayed him. Chloe Bennett was never supposed to be part of the plan. But when she walked into his life, she became the perfect pawn… and the one temptation he can’t resist. Now the game has changed. She was meant to be leverage. But now she’s becoming his obsession.

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

One of the seven strongest people on the continent, the King of Mercenaries. He started a war to avenge his fallen family and destroyed territory but failed and lost his life. However… “Wow, I’m alive?” I returned to the past, back through time. A perfect opportunity to right my regrets and reverse everything. It doesn’t matter if people around me point fingers, calling me a scoundrel, or dismiss me as tr*sh. Because… “I’ve got a plan.” “What plan?” “A plan to destroy everything.” There won’t be a second failure. This time, I’ll wipe out all my enemies. …But first, I need to rebuild this damn estate.

In the end times, Gu Chengyu crosses over to an ancient and fictional Dynasty, becoming the most cherished peasant's son in the family. Since I have become a boy, let's lead the whole family to earn money and become prosperous! Who knew the old mother insists on becoming an imperial decree wife, how to deal with this matter? This text features a powerful golden finger.

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library. It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill. Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing, To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story. If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition. Keep in mind.

Others transmigrate to the world of cultivation, with a Golden Finger all the way till the end; Jiang Tang, however, gets slapped by reality until he becomes reclusive. After honestly farming for three years, Jiang Tang suddenly discovers that he now has a Spirit Field Space, and the Spirit Field is actually producing rare Spirit Grass, Spiritual Medicine, martial arts manuals, and even ancient treasures that had vanished long ago! Thus, Jiang Tang also gains his own Golden Finger. Years later, Jiang Tang accidentally cultivates himself into an All-Around master and ascends, teary-eyed, he exclaims— “Transmigration has been fair to me, the Golden Finger comes of its own accord.”

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

Ian was an ordinary guy on his way to work when he suddenly found himself in a strange and dangerous world ruled by dark races like vampires, werewolves, and demons. Transmigrated into the body of a lesser vampire, Ian that he must quickly adapt. Just when all hope seems lost, Ian had awakened his cheat golden finger: The Strongest Body Customization System, which allows him to modify and customize his body by consuming biomass. With this golden finger, Ian began his path to power, designing bone claws and other enhancements to give him an edge against the terrifying werewolves and other supernatural threats. But as Ian learns more about the Curtained Imperium and existences of Gods, Aliens, and Outer Gods that can destroy planets. He understood the depth of this world was deeper than he thought. Need to fly? Customize a pair of angel wings! The body is small? Add hundreds meters of height and become bigger than Godzilla! Need a weapon? Customize bone claws and kagune on the spot!

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, shadowy shelves of this somber library. However, I regret to inform you that this book is ill. Your fingers should be able to feel the raised, diseased growths on the surface of its cover. The words, written long ago, cling to the pages like parasites, hoping for someone to observe their writhing, to feel them, analyze them, and touch the diseased core of this story. If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

Rin walks a world that rejects him—its sky too quiet, its people too distant, and his own shadow unfamiliar. He doesn't know why. He only knows this: things break around him. People forget him. Time slips strangely through his fingers. He should’ve vanished long ago. But something keeps dragging him forward. In a land of war, sorcery, and ancient silence, Rin doesn’t seek glory. He barely seeks survival. Yet even the gods seem to watch him too closely… or not at all. This is not a story of a chosen hero. This is the story of someone the world doesn’t understand.

--- His voice was deep. Commanding. Dangerous. My fingers trembled on the door handle. I knew I shouldn't. I knew I should walk away. But when he looked at me like that—cold eyes full of fire—I forgot how to breathe. The moment I sat, he slammed the door behind me and grabbed my chin. "You were smiling at him like your damn teeth don't touch," he growled. "You think I didn't see that?" "I wasn't—" "Don't lie to me." His fingers tangled in my hair, not rough, but firm enough to make my heart pound. "You don't smile at anyone like that but me. You hear me?" My breath caught. His face was close. Too close. "I don't like sharing what's mine," he whispered, breath hot against my cheek. "And you, kitten… you're mine." A sharp shiver ran through me as his thumb brushed my lip—and I stupidly bit it. A dangerous gleam lit his eyes. "Stop doing that," he said darkly. "Doing what?" I whispered. "That thing with your mouth that makes me want to ruin you." My heartbeat slammed in my ears. I knew I was in trouble. --- He was darkness itself — dangerous, cold, and untouchable. She was the light he never saw coming. it's started as a contract. but now the devil was obsessed with her. and he vowed neverto let her go. click the download button and read the dark romance between alora and diago

Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace. Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council’s army, decides to personally apprehend him. “Since when have you been watching me?” Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo’s answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated. “From the very beginning.”

Kidnapped. Caged. Feared. Princess Lunastia thought she was powerless—until they come for her. Now trapped in a palace where even the shadows whisper, she begins to uncover secrets that could destroy kingdoms… including the truth about herself. He steps close, fingers brushing her chin, voice like velvet and fire. "Cry if you want, little star... but remember, even your tears belong to me now." She was never just a girl. And when her true power awakens— he may be the only one who can survive her.

Elara's gloves never come off. Her chambers are lined with lead. Even her tears are collected in silver vials before they can poison the earth. The last living heir to the Veyne bloodline, she was born with "The Withering"—a divine curse that turns her skin to poison. After accidentally killing her mother at birth and her nursemaid at age six, she has lived in solitary confinement, her existence known only to the royal alchemists who study her condition. Her only comfort? The dying things she touches don't suffer. Flowers bloom brighter in her grip before turning to ash. Sick animals find peace under her fingers. Until Kieran, a disgraced scholar sentenced to death for heresy, grabs her bare wrist during an escape attempt... And doesn't die.

Transmigada para uma terra de fantasia, onde pessoas possuem poderes inimagináveis e até deuses existem... Confusa, pelo menos não está sozinha! Nascido do mesmo ventre, o próprio divino dao do mundo marcial??! Renascido o divino dao achou que se tornaria humano, mas acabou preso como minha alma marcial. "OK, quando eu ascender a posição de deusa encontrarei uma forma de te libertar. Agora libera o golden finger para agilizar o tempo de cultivo..." "Golden finger? O que é isso?!" Não há golden finger...

Violet Velmont. A girl raised to be a princess is given away by her father to be bred by 5 lustful princes. Violet is determined to change the brothers, and refuses to back down. But the brothers have a long way to go. They're cruel and cold. With each brother having their own very distinct personalities, poor Violet will have her work cut out for her. With countless trials, they will all be tested. The worst part, just as things start getting good for her, her world crashes again and when a problem with wolf shifters arise, and it will cost her the person she loves most. Violet's whole world hangs in the balance. Can love save her? Can love conquer the princes? Or will loss break her? EX: He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." The Sequel is out now! "I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha" discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

Do we really have a choice in our lives? Can we defy fate? Or are we nothing more than chess pieces for the goddess of fate? What is the difference between love and obsession? *** As her hands moved along the wall, her fingers brushed against a slight dent. Her eyes snapped open. Leaning in, she blew on the stone surface, only for a cloud of dust to explode in her face. She staggered back, coughing. "Ugh—seriously?" She cracked open one eye, blinking away the dust. Through the faint haze, she spotted something carved into the stone. She squinted, running her fingers over the words. "The god of war asked: 'What force bends neither to strength nor will?'" "The goddess of destiny answered: 'Can fate be controlled or prevented?'" Alexia frowned. "Okay, now that actually sounds like a riddle. But what's the answer?" --- What happens when you become marked by Destiny herself?

William Rose. A villain destined to die offscreen—forgotten, erased. And now? I am him, trapped in a story that’s already written me off. In a world where villains die quietly and heroes wear masks, maybe it’s time for someone worse to step up. *** "Damn it." An angry voice broke the stillness, low and bitter. "William Rose. Of all people… it had to be him." A boy lounged on the crimson velvet sofa, posture lazy but eyes burning. One leg draped over the other, fingers drumming a slow, restless rhythm against the armrest. As his gaze drifted to the ceiling, tracing the ornate carvings, he muttered, "Just... Why does it have to be him?"

Zoe Hawkins lost everything in one night — her parents murdered, her twin sister, Chloe, dead, and her home slipping through her fingers. Alone and desperate, she assumes her sister's identity in a high-stakes competition, determined to win the prize money and reclaim her life. But living as Chloe comes with complications — especially when two mysterious brothers stir emotions she’s never known. One offers solace. The other? Heartache and betrayal. Yet her heart refuses to let go of either. As secrets buried in the house begin to surface, Zoe must face the truth: her sister’s death wasn’t just a tragedy — it was the beginning of something much darker.

With a snap of his fingers, they dance to his tune. With the quirk of his lips, they turn numb. With the tap of his toe, they kneel to him. He can control their every thought, emotion, and movement. Manipulate their very lives. None can escape his grasp. *** Ian woke up one day confused to see the unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings. Once this was his home, when it was no more he got lost. He lost everything. Now everything is back. A burning starlight lit in his cold eyes, promising to burn all his enemies. He would never allow his home to be destroyed again. Not this time. He was back. And this time, he would control their lives just like they controlled his.

It was a lie. And he knew Leith must have realized it. But the man did not respond to the lie, did not judge, did not ask any further questions. He just remained silent... and slowly bit his own index finger until a drop of blood appeared. Then, with a movement that was almost inaudible, he reached out his hand toward Liyn. "Drink... Liyn.” Liyn's heart felt like it was being pulled out of her chest. Her breath caught. She stared at Leith's finger in confusion, fear, and… trembling. But something inside her stirred. Slowly, she grasped Leith's hand, her hands so small in that gentle embrace, then hesitantly touched that finger to her lips. She sucked on the tip of the finger, tasting the salty, warm blood. As warm as someone who cares. Yurei Yurelin dreamed of becoming a scientist and exploring the skies above, not the magical battlefield. She hid her Veyra level as a child, managed to get into a technology school, and was almost achieving her dream… until everything fell apart. Betrayed by the retest results, Yurei was forced to enter Syntara Academy, an elite academy for Veyra users. There, everyone had extraordinary talent—except her. But one thing worse than being the ordinary girl among geniuses… is the fact that her new teacher is a legendary former warrior, a man whose face can make anyone submit—including Yurei's heart. As old secrets begin to surface and the hidden power within her slowly awakens, Yurei realizes: she was never meant to be a Scientist… but something greater.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Her wedding becomes a murder scene. All fingers pointed at her, the whole town was ready to hang her head on a spike. Iris Thorvald, the daughter of the Duke, raised in castle walls like a princess became a fugitive in her own home. “Run! As far as your leg's can take you! don't turn back,” Her grandmother had said to her. Off she goes, the unsuspecting blonde princess, falling into the clutches of the bloodthirsty Crown Prince. “The King of Wrath” They called him. The demon of Wrath suited better. He's out searching and plucking the eyes of his enemies out. Little bird Iris happens to fall on his bad side.

Power is everything. It always has been and it always will be. Before the descent of mana onto the planet hundreds of years ago they say money was the highest form of power. Now it is no more than a tool to obtain true power. With enemies surrounding the Hyuman race from all sides only becoming truly strong will save them. Follow Elijah Eneri as he discovers the uses of his incredible power known as…STICKY FINGERS! The ability to stick things together. People may think it is a terrible low tier ability at first but given time Elijah will prove them all wrong and become the strongest Hyuman to ever live, or die trying.

In the infinite universe composed of planes, the number of planes that had gained fame with their might and traversed millions of years was no more than the fingers on one hand. Among them was the Celestial Plane, inhabited by beings known as the Fatihs. A young Fatih named Ülgen had just graduated from the academy of the Celestial Plane and was about to take his first step towards becoming a true Fatih in the infinite universe. He knew that his journey would be filled with countless dangers, and he was ready!

Blood is strong, the most powerful resource with blood life is destroyed and taken for the use of others but there's one problem Akanana is dying out: the powerforce that keeps the world moving around gives blood its power. Those gifted with Akanana bends power beyond any mundane imagination, bending blood to their will elements to their call. Even control things that shouldn't exist with a twist of their finger

“One accidental signature, and now the legendary Shadow Queen is living in my house... wearing my T-shirts and refusing to leave! She claims to be cursed with laziness, but why did I just witness her destroy a monster with one finger? And why does she keep looking at me like I’m her next target? Someone help—I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

"'I want to feel your hands all over me,' Lian whispers, his voice filled with desire. "'Where do you want me to touch you?' Cheng asks, his fingers tracing the curve of Lian's neck. "'Everywhere,' Lian replies, his eyes locked on Cheng's. 'I want you to claim me, to make me yours.' When his twin sister Mei dies, their family forces her identical twin brother to take her place as the bride of media boss Cheng. Trapped in a web of secrets and lies, can he conceal his true identity?

Arka adalah seorang ilmuwan yang mengejar mimpi besar tentang perjalanan waktu. Di tengah perjuangannya, ia menghadapi dilema antara masa lalu dan masa kini, serta arti sejati dari cinta dan pengorbanan