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Have you ever wondered what runs in straight pretty boys' minds? Girls, soccer, jocks, buddys, money, cars, watches, fashion, skin care, nightouts, traumas, loyalty, cheating, alcohol, laughter, magazines, guitar, piano, press, daddy's business, credit card, ranks, coffee, strict diet, veggies, gym, workout. Some are 'YES' some are 'MAYBE'. But boys? Awww damn~~

Zack is a nobody, until a tabloid mistakenly publishes a photo of him with rising star Kieran, claiming they’re dating. To control the damage, Kieran’s publicist suggests they fake the relationship, but pretending to be the boyfriend of someone this hot comes with unexpected challenges. From public dates to paparazzi scandals, their fake relationship heats up into something far more real—and sexual—than either expected. Characters: •Zack Williams• Age: 26 Height: 5’10” Hair: Dark brown, slightly wavy, and always a little messy Eyes: Hazel with flecks of green Skin: Light olive complexion, prone to blushing easily (much to his annoyance) Distinguishing Features: A faint scar on his left eyebrow from a childhood accident. His expressive face—his emotions are written all over it, making him terrible at hiding how he feels. •Kieran Knight• Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled, whether it’s in a tousled Eyes: Piercing gray with subtle blue undertones Skin: Fair, with a slight golden undertone that glows under the spotlight. Always impeccably groomed, with a faint five o’clock shadow that adds to his charm. Distinguishing Features: A small beauty mark just above his upper lip on the right side. A confident, teasing smile that makes people feel like they’re in on a secret.

"Ahhhhh…this is the orcs tribe!!!! Abraham was shocked when Mary told him where he was now. " Ehhh…who is this….impossible!!!!.is this me!!!!!" With a loud voice Abraham shouted when he saw a green figure in the reflection of the river water. ###### " What !!! You gave your blood in the transformation potion!!!!" Ramon the leader of the Antilia orcs tribe's voice of disbelief was heard as he spoke to Juana the witch of their orcs tribe. " What can I do, because of the emergency I didn't think much, so only my blood was used" Juana replied with a slightly embarrassed tone but there was clearly no regret visible on her face. ###### " You let him stay near the outer area of ​​the tribe? Are you sure?" Ripley the captain of the Antilia orcs tribe knights asked Ramon. " Isn't that good, if he can survive just think of it as his destiny, but if not, then Juanan's problem will be solved right!" Ramon replied with a calculating tone. " But, what about Juana's response?" Ripley asked confused. "Don't worry, it's better to suffer in the beginning than to suffer longer in the future. Don't you know, the side effects of drinking this change potion, and Juana is our tribe's witch!! So she has to get a candidate from the tribe, not another!!!" Ramon replied with a determined tone. He couldn't possibly give anyone outside his tribe to marry, their witch because it was the same as allowing problems to be nurtured, and he didn't want that. ####### " Ehhh….what kind of house are you going to build Abraham?" Mary asked!! "It's a stilt house" Abraham replied with a smile. "Stilt house, what kind of house is that??" Wall asked Abraham. "I want to know too" Gros also responded. ##### " Come on…come on…you can do it Gros!!!! Abraham's enthusiastic shouts to Gros were heard. " Ahhhhhh...I failed" Gros replied with a helpless tone as he failed to lift the 1000 kg test stone with one hand. ##### "Are you sure Abraham can lift the stone?" Mary asked Wall and Gros. "I doubt it, Abraham can lift it" Wall answered in an uncertain tone "Abraham can definitely lift it, I believe in him" on the other hand Gros said with a different answer. ####### "Wow…..he's amazing!!!!!!!! "He did it!!!!! "This…this is unbelievable!!!! "Abraham….abraham...Abraham…..the sound of cheers echoed across the field, shouting Abraham's name….

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Dr. Srinivasan, a curious and dedicated doctor, stumbles upon a mysterious woman who fell from the sky. Her body appears nearly invincible, with skin like steel, and her blood shows extraordinary properties unlike any human's. Intrigued, Dr. Srinivasan secretly collects a sample and begins researching, discovering that her blood has unique regenerative abilities. As he delves deeper, he realizes she might not be entirely human, leading him into a mystery that could have far-reaching consequences.

I woke up in a strange world. The first thing I noticed? I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t even human anymore. No. Instead, I was... slithering on the ground, my body long and serpentine, glistening in the dim light of the cave around me. I felt the strange sensation of scales on my skin, each one sharp and slick. What, I'm a snake ????

Celeste Featherwind has always dreamed of becoming an Anxoyal, a winged fighter for justice. After decades of training, she was finally allowed to ascend and become one. She will serve her kingdom dutifully, as she had always done, and fight against all outer threats. One day, a mission went south, and she became the prisoner of the Yxals, horned creatures that were known for their bloodlust and their hunger for power. The Yxal warrior Cruxia has been tasked with keeping an eye on Celeste and extracting useful information from her. Will Celeste betray her kingdom to save her own skin, or will she defy her captors?

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

Curses were a rarity in Ethen and most people thought they vanished along with their creators but alas they were wrong, from the northwest of Ethen on a low tier stronghold there existed a descendant of a cursed family, a young boy of ominious origin, from the fallen stronghold of Sol there was Victor the last and only Carnage

Ichiro was a man who had to live through a tragic and awful life. After losing his wife, his only source of happiness, his despair only got worse until the day he died. To Ichiro's fortune, the Goddess of Life, Phelena, decided to send his soul into a new body in another world. His only condition was for the Goddess to send him far away from people. The goddess agreed, but she certainly had other plans for Ichiro's new life. A wholesome story about a man rekindling his love for living and encountering his lost wife in another world! [Story is written in 1st person with a casual tone] ------------------------------------------------------ If you want to see artwork of the novel, check out: caracasm.carrd.co Previously known as: Lost & Found: Rekindled Life

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?"

Everyone in the class was shocked when the news came: Sheena Hathaway married to Stephan Korade. It’s already the fourth year of the university, when every couple was destined to break up at such a moment. Therefore, no one would expect the bookworm Sheena would marry to the rich playboy Stephan Korade. “She must have put a curse on that handsome boy. How could the son of Bee Group, the biggest medical device company, marry a girl of nobody? ” everyone doubts like this. Except Stephan himself. “Sheena, please don’t ignore me in the campus, we’re a couple indeed.” Stephan begged in a soft tone trying to not offend this girl with sparkling eyes under her black glasses. “Stephan, I know our marriage is just a smoke shell, don’t act like you love me.” Sheena smiled sincerely and innocently. “So, for your request, no way.”

For the people who has forgotten everything, with a fragile body made of glass, the cracks of their skin is the first thing to see. A vessel with no memories, emotions nowhere to be sensed. "What makes a human, human? " Hibiki asked as he looked at himself in the mirror. For the people who has been broken, heart shattered beyond recognition. Understanding love through the experience of a lie. He stood up once again, not with will power or bravery, but accompanied by tears and a heart replaced with stone. Kaede answered, "The capability of yearning the impossible." Cover Art Commision by an Artist called: "Vyn" Facebook: vyn

A white-haired boy trudged through the blizzard, each step heavy with the weight of a painful, empty life, carrying his unconscious brother in his arms. The cold bit at his skin, threatening to consume them both. Just as his vision blurred with frost and despair, a figure appeared—a man with jet-black hair and a dark blue coat, holding an umbrella that shielded them from the storm. The boy's world dimmed, and he collapsed into the snow.

*MAJOR UPDATE TO ALL CHAPTERS* In this story we explore the discovery of teleporter technology, origins of the berserker power-up, the circumstances behind the teleporter accident and we dig deeper under the skin of UAC officials. Book 1 in a series of 4.

Growing up in a large family and having very few friends, I've always had problems maintaining friendships. It's either I'm too uptight or too boring or not friendly, like they say your childhood determines how your social life turns out. I was always made to believe that I'm not pretty because I have a masculine and toned body type. So having friends and seeing them slip away even makes me realise that actually I'm not feminine enough to hold on to friendships. But then getting into college and having the very sweetest girls around me was a breath of fresh air until life happened and everything came crushing down once again. This is about life love and friendships.

Hannah is absorbed in her school project when she hears her mother calling her downstairs. However, there’s something unsettling in her mother’s tone, a growing urgency that she can’t ignore. Intrigued yet cautious, Hannah begins to make her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she’s pulled into the nearby laundry room, a hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her reaction. To her shock, it’s her mother—eyes red and filled with terror. With a trembling whisper, her mother warns, “Don’t go down there, honey. I heard it too.” A cold chill washes over Hannah as she realizes that something, or someone, is downstairs, calling to her in her mother’s voice. But if her real mother is here, then who—or what—could be waiting beneath the stairs?

[MATURE THEMES] Never in her life had Celeste thought of waking up in the middle of the night at the horrendous screams of her parents nor finding out the man she had loved to her bone would do the dreadful deed of assisting his dad in killing her parents in the greed of power and wealth.  The grief and heartbreak she had gone through was one of hell and seeing the facade of her ex-partner's father falling before her feet the next night trapped inside the walls of her chamber when he tried to assault her was frighteningly alarming which left her with no way but to flee the Kingdom she grew up in. The palace where she only had the best of memories until that unfortunate night when she unwillingly had to let go of the people who gave birth to her. Who she loved to death.  Then again, never in her life had Celeste thought there will be a moment she will be brought to the kingdom of Elyznh— which she heard about a lot but didn't though one day she will be setting foot there and living a life pretending to be a human when the blood flowing inside her nerves were pure Vampire— living with werewolves nor falling in love with a werewolf. Her secret is her's only, and when she dies it will become mere ashes as she is and rose in the sky, until then no one needs to know.

Fated but their ending is always death, they meet each other in every life time, but their memories are kept in the back of their heads, not a single memory of the past is shown to them, but at every touch, every feel of skin, brings back flashes of memories, like a museum of unkept, beautiful memories.

Marisa never expected that she would bump into a wild party when she went for skin diving, let alone meeting an extremely handsome alien with whom she would fall in love and fight against the galaxy.

Tägliches Update! 9 AM PST ---------------------- Im Zeitalter des Universellen Erwachens auf der Azurblauen Sphäre koexistieren unzählige Rassen und Götter. Teufel, dunkle Götter und Monster fallen über die Welt der Sterblichen her, nur um von den Erwachten bekämpft zu werden. Howard entdeckt während seines Rituals des Erwachens zwei Talente - Mana-Wiederherstellung des Rangs F und das höchste Talent: Höchste Synthese. Er hält sich unauffällig und versteckt sich als "gewöhnlicher Magus". Durch unzählige Akte der Synthese schmiedet er höchste Artefakte, höchste Fertigkeiten und höchste Klassen! Feuerball-Synthese... Ding! Synthese erfolgreich, erlangt Fertigkeit des D-Rangs - Feuerschlange! Feuerschlangensynthese... Ding! Synthese erfolgreich, erlangt B-Rang Fertigkeit - Feuerpython! Feuerpython-Synthese... Ding! Synthese erfolgreich, erlangt Fertigkeit des S-Rangs - Drachenfeuer! Wenn Teufel einfallen und dunkle Götter herabsteigen, werden sie von der azurblauen Sphäre vor ihnen mit offenem Mund zurückgelassen. "Nein, das ist eine Falle... eine Falle, getarnt als einfacher Muffin! ---------------------- WSA 2023 Eintrag! Bitte zeigen Sie Ihre Unterstützung, wenn Ihnen die Geschichte gefällt! Wie kannst du deine Unterstützung zeigen? Verschenke Power Stone! 150=1 Bonuskapitel 200=2 Bonuskapitel 500=3 Bonuskapitel Bonuskapitel werden in der folgenden Woche veröffentlicht!

This story follows a heart broken and tragedy strikken little kid who gathers courage and slowly rises in the world of technology. See him trick, scheme and fight for opportunities and take revenge for everything that happened to him. But as he progresses he discovers the underlying narrative for his misfortune and torture which is related to the secret of an unknown entity who for some reason loathes his mere existence. P/S the prologue and the starting chapters are a bit graphic but the tone of the overall story is only slightly dark. ( It is not angst)

Zayn walked into the castle led by Princess Xantheia, the maids and guards around kept on staring at them, particularly him because he was believed to be from the enemy kingdom. But their princess had made it clear that he could be trusted. Xantheia and Zayn got to the throne room but before they made their way in, Xantheia stopped and turned to him, "My mother is quite the very-hard-to-impress, are you sure you still want to meet her?" Zayn gave a deep chuckle, his chest vibrating because of his laugh. "Believe me, I've been through a lot of very-hard-to-impress kind of people." With that assurance, Xantheia turned to the door and the two guards standing there opened the huge doors. Queen Anaya, Xantheia's mother sat on the golden throne at the other end of the giant room majestically in all her splendor, adorned with jewels and gold befitting of her royal and highest status. Zayn could now see why Xantheia was so beautiful. Immediately she saw Zayn, Queen Anaya stood up from her throne, her eyebrows furrowed in displeasure and her lips twisted in a hard frown as she called out in a cold tone. "Prince Zayn of the Kingdom of Jadovia. How dare you step into my palace?!" She turned to her daughter and asked in the same dissatisfied tone, "Xantheia what is this madness?!" Queen Anaya said in anger. Her eyes then trailed to the guards, about to signal them to take the Prince out when Xantheia stopped them. "Mother please, listen to him. He's Zayna's son." At the mention of that name, Queen Anaya grew quiet as she stared at the prince. He did have her features. Jet black hair and eyes that were as bright as the silver moon. Zayna was her beloved best friend before she was brutally killed by her very own husband because of a mere suspicion. Looking at Zayn now, she could literally see her face in his and tears nearly fell from her eyes. The young lad did not deserve what he went through after his mother's death. His family was just too cruel "Why are you here?" She asked him in a more calmer tone. "I'm sorry if my presence has caused discomfort to your highness." Zayn said with a slight bow. "So I'll just go straight to the point." Queen Anaya stared at him with a suspicious gaze as she waited for him to speak. "I'll help you fight against my Kingdom." The Queen was shocked. "What?!"

SEA OF TIME BY OMOGHENE MARY. Synopsis It all began from a shopping trip, a series of events changing her life forever. .... She tapped Hannah softly on her back and whispered, "everything will be fine." Saying this she dashed towards the door and ran out. ..... She didn't need anyone to tell her that she's been shot. ..... "Help me, please." She said with an almost inaudible tone and a pleading gaze...... .... He stared at his arm where she grasped tightly, a dim light flickered in his eyes. He looked at her," why should I help you?" He asked with a very cold tone that sent a chill down her spine........ ..... "She's here, is she not?" With a surprised look, "Don't tell me you're going to pick her as the one?" "Time would tell."...... ...... This was her new life. The raindrops fell noisily on the rooftop, Every drop crashing loudly, Forming a sharp contrast To the harmonious soothing melody it created The gusty wind blew harshly against her skin Leaving a lasting cold The gloomy sky recognizes her lonely heart The disturbing sea waves,Reflected her chaotic mind. Fate plays tricks on all of us....... A story of love, hate, revenge, family, loss, trust, perhaps redemption. Follow Casey on her journey as she sails the sea of time....

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

"You lie to yourself when you believe that we beat this"soft sobbing escape my throat. I tightened my eyes to fight back tears. I locked my grip on the bathroom sink then i took a deep breath and stare at my face reflected in the mirror."You have to be strong for her " I let out a soul and body shaking sigh. I take this moment.To look at myself my face my chocolate skin is so dull and faded from stress. The dark circles around my eyes tilting the skin under and around dusty purple a stark contrast from the pieceing blue eyes.My hair looks dry and slightly unkempt my dreads .-sigh- I reached and turn the knob after small delay

A collection of BL oneshots I write in my free time. The start of each oneshot will have the basic profile of characters and the overall tone of the oneshot so you can skip something if it's not your cup of tea. I take requests, though I will only write it if I find the prompt interesting. Let me know if you'd like the extended story of any particular one. If I have time and a plot for it, I'll think about it. It has~ Single dad, introverted singer X popular and flirty actor Med student X Law student and captain of the ice hockey team (will continue to update this list as I post more)

This story combines classic enemies-to-lovers and small-town Christmas romance tropes, with a heartwarming, feel-good tone. The snowy setting and holiday traditions add to the cozy atmosphere, making it a perfect read for the festive season.