Tatsumaki Hip

the journey of a Tahtah seeking redemption from his resting place in mictlan. a fusion of hip hop and folklorico style as well as Mexica (Aztec) and Mayan mythology and the fantastic creatures and myths of Mexico. A birth blessed by a God to ultimately be cursed by another God. which leads to a journey from the underworld back to the realm of the living. Once a slave seeking freedom, to a cursed being given the role of guide and protector. when will his journey and end and how long can he keep his sanity through an eternity? we will have to see if he will learn his lessons or stay in the same cycles while death dances awaiting his libiration.

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

On their third wedding anniversary, Hope excitedly told Waylon about her pregnancy, only to receive a 1 billion yuan check, an order to abort the child, and divorce papers in return. To protect her child, she fled. Five years later, she returned with her adorable twins and had become a revered miracle doctor in the medical field, with countless admirers. He regretted it. Hope coldly watched as Waylon, the CEO, apologized publicly on a live stream, "Weren't you the one who wanted a divorce and didn't want the child?" He humbly begged, "Hope, I want to remarry and have the child." "In your dreams." "Hope, the kids need a father." The adorable twins stood with their hands on their hips in unison, "We don't need a daddy who bullies mommy." Waylon, who had even his bedding and luggage thrown out of the room, didn't dare lose his temper, "Take a good look and see who's really bullying whom!"

El soldado retirado Han Yu nunca soñó que simplemente ir a un hotel para una entrevista de trabajo como guardaespaldas lo llevaría a............ Han Yu se sintió impotente, "Señorita Lin, lo siento....." Lin Qingya estaba avergonzada y enojada, "¿Lo siento? ¿De qué sirve lo siento? ¡Arrodíllate ante mí!" ...... Al día siguiente, una foto de la Señorita Lin de la Corporación Lin besando apasionadamente a un extraño explotó por toda la ciudad. Todas las calles y callejones zumbaban con comentarios sobre cómo la Directora Ejecutiva de Hielo no era más que una hipócrita en público, manteniendo en secreto quién sabe cuántos amantes. En la junta directiva de la Corporación Lin, los directores se unieron para presionarla, exigiendo su renuncia de la empresa debido al daño a la reputación de la corporación causado por Lin Qingya. Por su propio honor y la reputación de la Corporación Lin, Lin Qingya marcó el número de ese hombre. "Hola, Han Yu, soy yo, Lin Qingya." "Encuéntrame en la oficina de asuntos civiles en media hora, ¡voy a casarme contigo!" Con su diagnóstico médico en mano, Han Yu dijo, "¡Lo siento, pero me niego!"

O soldado aposentado Han Yu nunca imaginou que simplesmente ir a um hotel para uma entrevista de emprego como guarda-costas o levaria a............ Han Yu sentiu-se impotente, "Senhorita Lin, me desculpe....." Lin Qingya estava envergonhada e irritada, "Desculpe? De que adianta pedir desculpas? Ajoelhe-se diante de mim!" ...... No dia seguinte, uma foto da Senhorita Lin da Corporação Lin beijando apaixonadamente um estranho explodiu por toda a cidade. Todas as ruas e becos comentavam sobre como a CEO Gélida não passava de uma hipócrita em público, mantendo secretamente sabe-se lá quantos amantes. Na reunião do conselho da Corporação Lin, os diretores se uniram para pressioná-la, exigindo sua renúncia da empresa devido aos danos à reputação da corporação causados por Lin Qingya. Por sua própria honra e pela reputação da Corporação Lin, Lin Qingya discou o número daquele homem. "Alô, Han Yu, sou eu, Lin Qingya." "Encontre-me no cartório em meia hora, vou me casar com você!" Com seu diagnóstico médico em mãos, Han Yu disse, "Sinto muito, mas recuso!"

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

A fourth chance at life. The last chance. One would think that Rebirth came with a get out of jail free card, but not when you weren't the only one. Thrust into a world with other Rebirthers hidden in plain sight, the reset button wasn't as convenient for Zarek to use. Worst yet, this comedic system attached to his hip didn't seem as friendly as its banter suggested. Almost like a lurking demon breathing over his shoulder, it steered things from the shadows, pulling on his life in ways even his sensitivity to twists in time couldn't allow him to account for. Even so, Zarek pushed forward. With his third Rebirth Talent used up, his Talent Slots were empty and his other stats had regressed as time ebbed away at who he was little by little... But he had a plan. Somehow, he had to keep it hidden from the other Rebirthers, taking paths they would never expect, and adjusting when their Rebirths interfered with his own. This time, though... on his final shot... he would definitely succeed. For the sake of finding out the truth behind this antagonistic system... For the sake of protecting the girl that had given up everything to remain by his side... For the sake of himself.

- That Time They Reincarnated a Rapper - You’d think dying would be the worst part. Not for Jean Vinson. After a brutal end in his previous life, Jean wakes up in a wild new world where music is magic, souls are power sources, and gods walk among mortals. Now known as Xiro Mikazuki, he finds himself on the outside of Gaia’s cutthroat society, armed with only old memories, a mental disorder-turned-power up, and a smart-ass attitude that just might get him killed—again. Thrown into deadly trials, divine politics, and twisted battles that remix soul, genre, and grit, Xiro must navigate a world where faith empowers, fame kills, and failure means eternal silence. The system’s rigged, the deities are watching—and they’re betting on him to lose. But they clearly forgot: He’s not here to play fair. He’s trying to create his paradise by any means necessary. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The 13th Kingdom: Reincarnation is more than just another isekai — it’s an evolution of the genre. It refuses to follow standard tropes and instead blends the music industry’s highs and lows, Black cultural identity, divine spirituality, and shonen-style power systems into something deeply personal and original. At its core, this is a story of healing through power, rage, and love, driven by the ghost of the past and the burdens of greatness. Xiro’s arc — from lost, damaged artist to rising Godlike force — is never clean or idealized. It's traumatic, hilarious, angry, vulgar, and transcendent. What to expect: - A Love Letter to Hip-Hop, Anime, and Fantasy Games. - OP Protagonist with infinite potential and a savage attitude. - System Mechanics wrapped in magic and science. - Divine Politics & Soul Wars that upend every trope. - Witty, Smart-Mouth Narration in full AAVE effect. Patreon.com/CreativeZoneComics - Read ahead a week when you join for free or one of the support tiers. 10 chapter advancement, bonus chapters, artwork, character design, and a community chat with more to come can be found here. Learn more about Gaia and the Prime Realm System with behind-the-scenes insight and posts, and access to the publicly released chapters a day early. - Weekly Chapter Release - Every Friday. Join the support tier to avoid the wait for the public release.

Head over heels in love, Ayla Caddel marries Silas Locke, a wealthy entrepreneur in Maple County, believing she’s secured her happily ever after. Eight years later, she’s living a nightmare, but still refuses to see it. Despite being constantly mistreated by her in-laws and repeatedly cheated on by her husband, Ayla forgives him, believing it’s simply in a ‘man’s nature.’ Even when Silas infects her with an STD that leaves her infertile, she still forgives him. She sacrifices a high-paying job to ease his insecurities, cooks, cleans, and contributes to household expenses… all while enduring daily humiliation. One night, Silas brings home his pregnant mistress, Elena Simmons along with a major business partner and serves Ayla divorce papers like she’s yesterday’s trash. Shattered, she runs to the rooftop to catch her breath, but that’s when it happens. She overhears a cruel phone call Elena makes and confronts her about it only to be shoved off the roof. As she falls, she locks eyes with Elena’s cold, smiling face. Tears slide down her cheeks and she unwillingly embraces death, full of regret. As her skull hits the pavement, the last flickers of life flashes before her eyes. And with searing clarity, she realizes: she was never the problem. If only she could turn back time… she would do everything differently. But then… Ayla Caddel wakes up the next morning, not in a hospital, but seven years before her death. This time, she plans to burn her fairy tale to the ground, starting with divorcing her ‘perfect’ husband. She vows never to get entangled with a man until a certain man suddenly clings to her hips, refusing to leave. . . . Ezra Hale, the man Silas relied on for business, was never interested in Silas. He was rather drawn to Ayla, but never approached her and patiently waited for the scales to fall off her eyes. That was until he hears of her sudden death while driving to work. Heartbroken and guilt-ridden, he crashes into a truck and dies instantly. Only to open his eyes seven years earlier. On this day back then, Ayla had brought Silas lunch at work, only to be embarrassed and shouted at to leave. But this time, as Ezra walks by… he doesn’t care that his entire staff is watching and directly pulls the woman he never thought he’d see again into his arms.

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength. Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world. //A chapter a day guaranteed. 3k+ words each. I'll try to avoid info dumps, but it's a BIG world so it's hard to avoid since there's a LOT to unpack. For extra content, including art pieces and official character designs, Manga panels, and more, got to my Patre0n. In the midst of creating a physical Manga. Patre0n.com/ShadowDrev Discord: https://discord.com/invite/kBR243rUB2

[ MATURE CONTENT ] "Craig," she whispered, breath shivering, "please…" It didn't matter what she was asking for…more, less, everything. The plea alone made them press hard against each other, like their bodies were trying to make up for all the time they'd been apart, like they could consume each other if they touched harder. And still, she ached. For all of him. And he did too. She could tell by the way his grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like he was holding on for dear life. His breath warm and uneven against her neck, as her hips rolled again, slower this time, more deliberate. Then he groaned, head falling to her shoulder as his body pressed in, hard and hungry. "Shit," he whispered, voice ragged. "Merlina," And just like that, his mouth was gone. She blinked, dazed, lips swollen, skin tingling everywhere he'd touched. He stepped back, slow and heavy with restraint, hands gripping the edge of the sink on either side of her, like he needed to hold something that wasn't her. Her voice came out in a whisper. "Why'd you stop?" His eyes met hers, dark and wrecked. But then, he smirked. "Not with your siblings next door." She stared, barely able to think. He leaned in like he might kiss her again, then stopped just short, brushing his thumb over swollen bottom lip, "PG-13 remember?" SYNOPSIS: At an elite college, falling for the cold, narcissistic son of a bi-llionaire wasn’t part of the plan, especially when his brother is tied to her mother’s mysterious death. But from the moment Merlina steps into campus, the chemistry is undeniable. He’s detached, arrogant, and everything she should stay away from. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she can’t ignore the pull. She’s here for a degree, but her real mission is uncovering the secrets of her mother’s past at this very school. As sparks fly between her and the guy she should keep her distance from, she’s torn between two things: exposing the truth and protecting her heart from falling for him. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous things get. Anonymous threats, dark secrets, and a guy who’s starting to think her obsession with the past could ruin everything. TikTok | @officialffmeb

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.

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.

TRIGGER WARNING: 18+ I heard a loud hiss, and then shortly afterward, cold, scaly hands roughly grabbed my own, and instantly, amazing tingles erupted throughout my body, making the nausea I felt subside. The elder went on to tie a red ribbon tightly around our hands and then took a few steps back. I stood still, praying to the goddess for something to go wrong so this ceremony could be canceled. But when the ribbon vanished from our held hands, I knew there was no way out. It was finally done. I was now wedded to the very monster I feared. As everyone celebrated, I sat there in fear, blaming myself. I blamed myself for being weak and for being an omega like my little sister. I hated the moon goddess for letting my mate be a half-serpent, half-man, but above all, I hated myself for being born. ………………. PREVIEW ………………… I gasped when his foot hit each side of my feet, making me spread my legs apart. I understood what was going to happen, but it terrified me more than I had ever been in my life. I tensed when I felt claws trailing along my spine, slowly sending a shiver throughout my body. When the hand stopped at my hips, I took deep breaths to steady my stance while the claws slightly pierced my skin.

Tubo has always loved big, bold, beautiful granny panties — a symbol of her heritage, confidence, and unapologetic Black womanhood. But every time she opens her heart, the world tries to shrink her. Two boyfriends walk away because she refuses to tone down her style. A close friend betrays her trust, exposing her love for granny panties in a public scandal that haunts her at work and in her soul. Torn between shame and self-love, Tubo nearly burns her entire collection — and a part of herself — in a desperate attempt to fit in. But through pain and deep reflection, she rediscovers her power. Inspired by a powerful commercial celebrating real women unashamed of who they are, Tubo has a breakthrough: she’s done apologizing. Embracing her truth, she launches a blog sharing her journey of broken hearts, betrayal, and self-acceptance — proving that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is wear your heart on your hips and love yourself out loud. This is a story about identity, healing, and the freedom that comes when you finally stop shrinking to make others comfortable.

En el barrio más antiguo de la ciudad, en el número 13 de la calle Olmo, se alza una casona abandonada que muchos creen maldita. Según las leyendas, aquel lugar fue el epicentro de rituales oscuros, desapariciones sin explicación y manifestaciones paranormales que marcaron el destino de varias generaciones de la família Olmo. Sofía Rivera, una periodista de lo paranormal, recibe una llamada anónima que la conduce hacia esta mansión en busca de pruebas que respalden sus hipótesis. Acompañada por sus colegas, el camarógrafo Andrés Rivera y el sonidista Mateo Díaz, se adentra en el lugar sin saber que aquel paso despertará algo que estaba dormido, algo que va más lejos de lo que el razonamiento puede entender. A lo largo de esta investigación, Sofía descubre que aquel lugar fue utilizado como laboratorio de criaturas creadas bajo rituales de magia negra, que el alma de algunos de sus moradores continúa presa en el lugar, y que el hombre sin nombre que la guió hasta ahí tiene un pacto siniestro que podría llevarla tanto a encontrar la verdad como a perder definitivamente todo lo que más valora. En un descenso hacia el horror más profundo, Sofía se enfrenta a sus miedos, a sus sueños más oscuros y a una fuerza que podría dejar una huella indeleble en el alma de todos los involucrados.

Royals were a gifted people. The King of Royals had to be the strongest of them all. The Royal Guard was where the most powerful thrived. The Royal Guardians made certain gifted Royals throughout the Royal Kingdom did not abuse their gifts. Making The Royal Guard was Reyna's goal. Reyna was the first female lighter in generations. Lighters were often unable to control their gifts, known for hurting those around them when they exploded with emotion. Most lighters were cold, emotionless and clinical. She is a lighter who will take on boys older than herself as long as she can be on the Royal Guard. Reyna has been shunned, undermined and neglected yet her spirit is blazing. Her gift is rare and feared yet she's unafraid and proud. Being female on a male dominated Guard meant she fought harder to keep up. To make things worse the future king of Royal is her training partner, strong, powerful, absolutely gorgeous and her best friend. Or at least he was... ****** The tenuous training, immensely growing power and rigorous studies hardly left any time for Eric to be a child. His abilities manifested too soon, making it impossible for him to normally relate with others. His understanding of emotions is inhibited and faulty. Due to this fact, he misses so many clues. Young Eric knew she was going be a problem for him, more than a problem. He wanted to protect her yet she was more than willing to fight him. She beat him in physical and magical combat so he let his true power loose just to see her surrender. When the future King of Royal returns years later, he discovers that his childhood best friend is weak and incapable of so much. Unexpectedly, he realizes he is the cause of all Reyna's wounds which he rips open once again just by returning into her life. When powerful Royals deal with conflicting emotions, everything changes... ************* Excerpt. Eric. Her scent had changed into something intoxicating, addictive. Strawberries, cream and Royal Orchids, the kind that glowed when she was close. Reyna was my partner, best friend and yet I wanted more. "I can't be yours Eric…", she whispered as I inhaled her scent and kissed her neck. "You don't believe that," I murmured as I brought my lips closer to her mouth. She was glowing, trembling as I grabbed her pony tail and let it loose. she gasped at my audacity giving me the chance I needed. I claimed her mouth pushing her against the wall. Arms tightened around my shoulders as I deepened the kiss. I placed a hand on her bare waist and a blast of heat consumed me. She moaned deep in her throat as I brought her hips closer to mine. "You're mine Reina, only mine", I drawled against her neck.

***“Drakon—” “Say it again,” I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her real name for me, the one she’d whispered the night we'd spent together in New Orleans—not “Dragon,” but the Creole curse that meant storm-bringer. She gasped, her hips grinding against me. “Asshole—” I groaned, capturing her mouth once more. The kiss was a match to kerosene, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Her hands fisted in my hair, lips parting with a gasp I swallowed whole, a taste of lemongrass and rebellion. She tasted like rage and every bad decision I’d ever craved—and Dios mío (My God), I was drowning in her. *** --- In the swamp-rotted heart of Alabama, Drucilla Drakes survives by two rules: stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise—her Bible-thumping, belt-wielding captor—catch her hoping for more. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales, New Orleans’ most notorious runaway—a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with gasoline-stained knuckles and a bounty on his head. He doesn’t do heroics; he does survival. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—wants Dru dead. Louise, armed with voodoo rituals and the wrath of Marinette, the loa who feasts on chaos, wants her broken. The only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a deal: “Her soul or yours.” But the bayou’s traps are relentless: - Dragon’s father hunts his son with a price on his head. - Big Danni, Dru’s estranged uncle and Lou Nwa leader, demands loyalty as his gang fractures. - Marinette’s magic twists allies into puppets, their strings slick with swamp rot. And then there’s Dragon—hands that mend engines and break bones, lips that taste like whiskey and run. He swears he’s too ruined to love her. Dru knows she’s too shattered to let him. But in the swamp’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither one can dodge. As they blaze through the Deep South’s underbelly—cursed bayous, cartel blood feuds, and safehouses reeking of betrayal—they’ll face more than bullets. Dark magic seeps into old wounds. Family secrets unravel like nooses. And the line between protector and predator shatters. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. **Warning:** This is not a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. Contains graphic violence, explosive passion, and a love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab. Will they raze the South to ashes? Or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands?

Your class has always been known to be notorious so it wasn't much of a surprise that you guys decided to form an even more notorious gang called THE EMPIRE right? Been friends and classmates for more than a decade and half so running a criminal empire together shouldn't be a problem right? But are they prepared for all the Love, Hate and Romance all while still remaining friends and running an empire together, well we'll find out in THE EMPIRE. Well and if the the Amazing triplets and their friends can make it through all the obstacles that lie ahead. Running an empire with your family should be a piece of cake for siblings who've been attached by the hip since day one.

Damien’s hands were rough on my hip, his hot breath against my ear, a small growl escaped those perfect lips. “Ride me,” he commands. Like an addictive drug, my body trembled but obeyed, sliding down slowly inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside me, stretching my core. My fingers dug into his thighs, my lips parting with a choked moan. “Ahh—hmm…” A choked-out moan escaped. From the doorway, Luca watched, his eyes dark and hungry. Somehow his presence ignited something darker within me. My heart pounded hard and my skin flushed. I gasped, panting, as I sank lower onto Damien, swallowing every inch. But it wasn’t enough. I leaned back against Damien’s chest, my voice a trembling whisper: “I want both of you.” Luca stepped forward, answering the call. The world blurred around me, the heat crashing into a frenzy. My fingers tangled in Luca’s hair, pulling him closer—even as I continued to ride Damien beneath me. This was what my body craved. A dangerous dance of control, surrender, and forbidden desire.

The wind carried the scent of incense and blood as the once-quiet halls of the Vermilion Palace echoed with whispers of treachery. At its heart stood Queen Lian Yuhua, a woman born of divine blood, her beauty as ethereal as the moon over a jade lake. Yet, her throne was steeped in peril, her life threatened by unseen hands lurking in the shadows. Her fate was now bound to Wei Zhaoyun, an exiled warrior of the Xuanhua Sect, sworn to guard her until death or destiny claimed them both. Zhaoyun was a man of iron will, his presence akin to a silent storm. Garbed in dark robes embroidered with the sigil of a coiling dragon, his blade-Frost bane-rested ever at his hip, its steel humming with suppressed power. His past was shrouded in dishonor, a fallen disciple once meant for greatness, now tethered to a ruler who saw him as little more than a blade for hire. Yet, where distrust once reigned, necessity wove an unbreakable thread between them. The assassins of the Ghost Lotus Sect sought Lian Yuhua's life, and only Zhaoyun's skill in arts and spiritual cultivation could shield her from the daggers of fate. Through perilous nights and shadowed corridors, their partnership was tested-by demons, by duty, and by the unspoken emotions neither dared acknowledge. As the heavens waged war over their destinies, one truth became clear: neither was meant to stand alone. In a world of celestial beasts, forbidden techniques, and fractured loyalties, the Queen and her reluctant guardian would carve their own legend-one written in blood and bound by fate. "You expect me to kneel?" Zhaoyun's voice was like unsheathed steel, cold and cutting. "You are my guard, not my master," Lian Yuhua countered, her golden eyes unyielding. "You will protect me, or your life is forfeit." He hated her arrogance. She hated his defiance.

“Ahhhh stop!I-I can’t ta-take it anymore!”Seirra says whimpering as her body is overstimulated Slap*Slap*Slap “Shhh,You are taking like such a good girl.Dont worry, you can handle me just fine!”Celix says ramming into her heat from behind. His hands grip her hips tightly,holding her up,as he pounds into her to his heart’s content. His eyes roll back as her walls clench around him ,refusing to let go and begging to he filled with his cum Her whole body is marked by hm and her white pearl like skin has turned red from all the assault. “eahhhh ughhh I-I can’t!Please!”She whimpers begging him to stop Celix has been fucking her like an animal after they did it for the first time a few weeks ago. Every time she says that she wants to leave,he fucks her into obliviation ,refusing to let her go. “You can and you fucking will!Now spread your legs wide open for me and scream while i fuck this pussy and fill it with my cum”Celix says pulling out and making her lay on her back. “Wa-Ahhhhhhhhh”A loud seductive moan leavs her mouth as Celix pushes his cock all the way inside her . “Fucking mine!You aren’t going anywhere!I will fuck a few babies into you if i have to!”he says kissing her roughly as he drives inside her relentlessly. ~~~ Celix Magnas is the heir to one of the most powerful and wealthy companies in the country. Known for his cold, distant personality, he keeps everyone at arm’s length, connecting only with a few. His world shatters when a tragic accident claims his mother’s life, leaving him lost and drowning in sorrow. Grief-stricken, Celix finds himself on the beach, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. In a haze of despair and alcohol-induced hallucination, he thinks he sees his mother by the water. Driven by desperation, he stumbles toward the ocean, only to lose himself in its depths. But death doesn’t come. Instead, a mysterious figure—a girl, but not quite human—pulls him back from the brink. The encounter is fleeting, yet it ignites something within him. Haunted by the memory of the girl who saved him, Celix embarks on a relentless search to find her again, to understand who—or what—she is. Seirra Avany is no ordinary girl. As a princess of the merpeople, her life beneath the waves is one of duty and tradition. Yet, her heart has always yearned for something more—curiosity about the human world, a desire to see beyond the confines of her ocean kingdom. One night, drawn to the shore, she saves a man from drowning thinking that would be the end of their brief encounter. But despite herself, she can't stop thinking about him. Seirra uses ancient magic to disguise herself as human. She ventures into the human world,It isn’t long before she crosses paths with Celix once again. This time, he doesn’t just glance her way—he recognizes her. Slowly, a friendship blossoms between them, though Seirra knows it is dangerous to linger too long in his world. When Celix uncovers the truth—that Seirra is not human, but a creature of legend—he is shockingly unshaken. He vows to protect her secret, But Celix’s feelings are far from innocent. Celix is a man driven by control, and as his feelings for Seirra intensify, so does his obsession. In a moment of weakness, or perhaps madness, he kidnaps her, imprisoning her in his secluded villa by the sea. There, he confesses his love—dark, consuming, and possessive. He cannot let her go, not now that she has become the one bright spot in his otherwise hollow existence. Despite the darkness in his soul, Seirra begins to see beyond Celix’s cold exterior. She glimpses at the vulnerability in him, at the man hidden beneath the scars of grief and power. Against all reason, she feels herself softening toward him. However, their love is far from simple. They come from two different worlds that were never meant to collide. As Seirra’s true identity comes closer to being exposed, Celix makes the painful decision to let her go for her own safety. He realizes he cannot protect her in his world.

A young woman's life is turned upside down when her ex, Chris, suddenly reappears. Chris is the ruthless and cunning boss of a powerful mafia organization, with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. As they rekindle their intense and passionate relationship, she is drawn back into a world of luxury and danger, where the lines between loyalty and obsession are blurred. But as Chris's true intentions are revealed, she must decide whether to surrender to her desires and become embroiled in his criminal empire, or to fight for her freedom and risk everything. With her loyalty to her friends and her own sense of self-worth hanging in the balance, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of Chris's world and confront the secrets of their past in order to survive. Excerpt: "What are you..." I started to ask, but Chris locked his lips with mine, cutting off my words. It was an angry kiss, like he was pouring his frustration into me. I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter and deepened the kiss. I eventually gave up, knowing it was futile. He let go of my lips, and I could feel a sting on my mouth. I saw a bite mark on his lip as well. We looked at each other, and I could feel the tension growing in the car. We were alone, with me on top of him, and our faces inches apart. Before I knew it, our lips touched again, but this time it was different - it was slow and sensual. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my mouth, and the kiss inevitably deepened. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my hands roaming his chest as his hands went under my shirt and rubbed my bare back. I started to feel hot all over and pulled my jacket away. He trailed his lips to my collarbone and sucked on it. When I started to move my hips over his already hardened bulge, he held my legs to stop me. "No," he said, his voice restrained. Still in the fog of the moment, I asked in a whisper, "What?" My breath came in pants, just like his. He replied, "Let's stop here, princess, or we'll do the other thing you talked about." It took me a second to understand, and when I did, I immediately got off his lap and returned to my seat. My mind went to Sarah, and I realized I couldn't come clean to her now. I glared at Chris, who smirked at me and started driving again.

Jesukobiruo Gbagbeke, popularly known as Lil Kobiz is a young rapper with raw talent. He hails from Ughievwen kingdom, Delta State. He has a unique hip hop rap style of music and his role models are Kida Wonder, El Corizo and Erigga

“Tell me to stop.” Nyra’s back hit the cold stone wall, breath stolen as Ares loomed over her, shirt half-torn, his fingers already wrapped tight around her throat—not enough to choke, just enough to make her feel owned. “I won’t,” she whispered, voice wrecked with anticipation. In a flash, her legs were around his waist, and his mouth crashed into hers—tongue demanding, desperate, dangerous. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against the soaked heat between her thighs, dragging through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. “So fucking wet for a god you claim to hate.” He didn’t wait for her sass. One brutal thrust and he was inside—stretching her, splitting her open like a blade through silk. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—” “That’s right,” he growled into her neck. “Say it. Scream it. I want Olympus to hear what they’ll never touch.” He fucked her like she was his battlefield. Each thrust was war—slamming into her with punishing rhythm, her body clapping against stone as her moans turned to cries. Her orgasm hit fast, violent, hips jerking, thighs trembling. But he didn’t stop. He flipped her over, bent her against the altar, ripped what little fabric remained. He growled as he slid back in—deeper this time, rougher, his hand in her hair, the other on her hip, dragging her back to meet every ruthless thrust. “You think the gods want you?” Smack—his palm landed across her ass. She yelped. “They can beg. But your pussy’s mine now.” She whimpered, melting under his touch, her second climax already building.

This was supposed to be just a dance, but the way he held me said otherwise. His grip on my waist was firm, almost possessive, pulling me flush against his body.He spun me around effortlessly, my back now pressed against his solid chest. A deep chuckle rumbled from him, his breath warm against my neck."Are you trying to tempt me?" he asked, his voice thick with something dark and unspoken. I barely had time to process his words before I felt it-hard and pressing against me. My breath caught, heat spreading through me as realization struck."What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. His hands slid down, gripping my hips as he pulled me even closer. "Because it's working," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear, sending a rush of electricity through me. Bella Smith never imagined betrayal would be the least of her worries. At twenty-two, she walks in on her best friend in bed with her boyfriend-a heartbreak that sends her running. But fate has something far worse in store. Sold by her aunt's husband to ruthless traffickers to settle his gambling debts, Bella is shipped to Russia, her freedom ripped away. Desperate to escape, she seizes a chance-only to witness the tragic suicide of Vladimir Ivanov's only daughter. Now, the merciless mafia lord sees an opportunity. Bella is forced into an unthinkable deception: assume the dead girl's identity and marry Alessandro De Lucas, the most feared mafia boss in Italy. A man known for his cold brutality and unforgiving nature. Caught in a web of lies and surrounded by monsters, Bella knows one truth-if Alessandro discovers she's an imposter, she won't live to see another day. But the more time she spends in his world, the more dangerous the game becomes. Because deception isn't the only thing burning between them.

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

Lola knew her perfect marriage wasn’t perfect anymore after her husband of three years suggested they start having threesomes. She only consented to it in order to please him, but she soon regretted it when she slowly began to get forgotten and sidelined in her own marriage. After he refused to stop the theeesome per her request, she threatened to file for divorce, but he reminded her it would be pointless since everything was in his name- including her company. His true colors were revealed and Sia realized she had been a fool this whole time. She tried taking charge her life once again by stealing her husband’s documents and fleeing, but after her crazy husband went for her sister, she’s forced to return back. After everything, the documents along with her sister were taken away by her husband, and after frantically running after them, she got hit by a car. That ended up being Dexter Gray, a biker leader and someone she didn’t realize she shared a past with. After he suggested she get into a contract marriage with him since he needed a bride, and in turn, he’d help her get revenge on her husband and also help her get her sister and her company back, although Sia was skeptical, having no other choice and being very desperate, she ended up agreeing to the deal. And that sealed up her fate. ### “I’ll protect you from everyone and anyone that dares to hurt you. I’ll kill them and feed them to my dogs.” He swore, his breath ghosting over my parted lips while his eyes boring into mine. I shuddered, legs tightly wrapped around his hips. “I’m the only one who gets to hurt you– the good kind that makes you let out those sweet, delectable sounds which you always try to muffle.” He continued and my cheeks burned brightly.