Gundam Murmur

One thing is known: Lia is a servant in the Valen family, and she is also Lucas's nanny. Since childhood, she has been taking care of everything for him. Later, he said, "You are just a lowly servant, lost to me. Get out! " Lia truly left, but Lucas, confident in her obedient and well-behaved nature, believed she would return without a care. When they met again, she had become the secretary of a rival, passionately kissing another man, and Lucas was consumed by jealousy. "Darling, come back. Will you come back to me?" he pleaded. That rainy night, Lucas knelt on the ground, humbly begging. Cassius wrapped his arm around her waist and arrogantly declared, "Lucas, Darling is mine." ...... Everyone believed Lia was just Cassius's plaything, waiting for the moment she'd be thrown out. That is, until a video leaked, showing the noble heir of the Ravencroft family tenderly comforting her in his arms. "Baby, be good, bite here," he murmured. ...... Cassius never believed in love at first sight, but for her, it was different. No one knew, but the first time he laid eyes on Lia, his mind was flooded with endless, indescribable thoughts. "When you come to me, I will take you at any cost because my happiness is you, Lia," Cassius vowed.

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

"Fayre, Fayre" someone was calling as I ran "Catch me mama" I called laughing "Stop running, you'll fall" ....... And the voice faded away while I kept hearing a loud ring at the same time trying to catch my breath. "What is happening?" I heard a voice but it sounded far away. "She's having a panic attack" someone answered. I am panicking, what was that? I pulled at my hair trying to get the ring to stop. A protective hand wrapped around me stopping my hands from pulling my hair painfully and I knew immediately it was Luca. I didn't even realize I was standing away from the bed until he steadies me against the wall and shield my body with his away from others in the room. "Eyes on me Fayre, no one else, focus on me and breath" he instructs in a low murmur and I look up at him trying to focus on him and ignore the ring in my ear but it was hard. "I can't —" I whimper "I feel like I need to scream" carrying his eyes between the tears in mine, he nods, then he gathers me into his chest and I have no idea what he is doing as he presses my face into his robe. Until his deep voice whispers against the top of my head. "Okay, scream" ......................... This is a tale of King Luca and a nameless servant. A King that rattles the Kingdom with just a glare, alongside with the breath of his very own silver dragon. King Luca, a man feared by a lot of people even if just few truly recognizes him apart from the royals of course. He is ruthless, feared, uncaring and some even called him the devil. But is that really him or it's just rumors created by people who think they know him? What happens when a little slave comes into his life uninvited and together, through different emotions starting from the bottom line of hatred up to the very heart word, they Swalve through all obstacles that seems to be thrown at them.

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)

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes?

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

"Where did he go?" I murmured, realizing I was alone. My heart sank as I scanned the room for any sign of him. But It was just me, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and memories of the night before. I pushed myself up, feeling the dull ache in my body. The alcohol still lingered in my system, and I had no idea how many times we had... well, how many times we had done it. But despite everything, I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. "You're such an idiot Kim!" I scolded myself, running a hand through my messy hair. "You didn't even ask for his name." I sighed, embarrassed at my recklessness. How could I let myself go low with a stranger like that? I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked. "Oh my gosh!" I yelped, grabbing my dress off the floor and quickly slipping it on... ★★ Humiliated and betrayed, Kimberly Fray's life as a powerful Alpha's daughter of the Moon Stone Pack crumbles when Alpha Derrick of the Night Walkers Pack rejects her. But as she uncovers her true identity, Kimberly finds herself caught between two ruthless Alphas who desire her. Torn between Alpha Derrick, who begins to see her worth too late, and the Alpha King, Kimberly's strength and courage are tested like never before. In a world where love, revenge, and power collide, Kimberly must decide who she truly is, and who she's meant to be with between the two Alphas chosen by the Moon Goddess!

Warning: {Matured content} Before I knew it, he lifted me, setting me on his lap. I tried to move away, but his hold was firm. My pulse quickened as I felt his hands slowly move around my waist. The breath I took next was shaky. "Is that your heart beating so fast, little mouse?" Tristan whispered. "Are you nervous?" His fingers slid downward to my inner thighs, and I held my breath. Heat seeped through my veins, causing an ache between my thighs. I sucked in a gasp as his nails dragged over the heat of my inner thighs. I slowly closed my eyes, leaning back into him. Cool air kissed between my legs. "Say it aloud," he murmured. His face was inches from mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "What?" I asked, my breath ragged. "I know you want me inside you. Say it." .... Cover image belongs to me.

Experiencing a suffocating marriage with the man whom she was arranged to marry made Joanna want to leave him. But it was a failure as she died as the wife of the man who abandoned her and her son before they divorced. On the verge of her death, she made a wish to not encounter him again if there was a next life. She wished for the end of their fate only in this lifetime. She wanted to forget everything about him. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the room of the mansion of the man she just married. She was awakened by a dream that seemed to be a nightmare of her past life. She didn’t remember completely everything that had occurred in her past life and the dream was fragmented. But deep inside her heart, she only felt one thing. She was adamant about leaving him, to be far away from him. Therefore, she left his mansion just before she met him in person in the present lifetime. However, what she didn’t expect was that the so-called husband pursued her, not allowing her to leave him. Would Joanna be successful in leaving the man in this lifetime? Would fate play the same tragedy as her past life? --- As he pulled his finger away from her soft, warm lips, he said, “It is good you stopped winding up, Joanna. Otherwise, I would have used the other method to make you stop blabbering over the same, boring topic endlessly.” When he noticed the stubborn woman was about to prove herself to be stubborn, the man leaned forward in a swift movement, facing the woman’s stupefied face which was an inch away from his. “Continue to blabbering, don’t blame me if I apply my other method right now,” the man murmured above her breath, trailing his gaze from her quivering eyes to her lips before moving it back to her now widened eyes. --- *Cover doesn’t belong to the author. Credit to the artist/owner.

"Martial Arts World..." Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn't belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. "Kiernan Hunter..." ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story. I've wanted to do this for a while, and now I had finally motivation to do it.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

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.

***** "And the kiss last night?" he asked, stepping closer until she could feel the warmth of him so near. Katrina clutched the roses, heart pounding, feeling the butterflies rising in her. His eyes held her, intense and filled with an emotion she couldn't name. "I don't regret it," he murmured. "I meant every bit of it, and I'd love to—" Katrina didn't let him finish. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, unable to resist any longer.  He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.  His kiss was slow and deep, full of a passion that set her on fire. ****** King Karl of Xylonia, known as the masked king, is feared by all. Cursed at birth to die at 25, he hides half his face behind a mask, leaving everyone wondering what lies beneath. Ruthless and cold-hearted, he never expected to fall in love—until Katrina enters his life. Katrina, a slave-princess, is treated like a servant in her own home because she was born outside of marriage. When her father can't repay his debt to King Karl, he offers his eldest daughter in placed of his youngest daughter, claiming she has a magical touch that heals with a simple massage. Intrigued, the king agrees. But Katrina was never the chosen one, and the healing power is a lie. As the king starts to fall for her, Katrina is trapped in a web of deceit. How long can she keep her secret before the vengeful king uncovers the truth? And when he does, will their love survive—or will the mask of the king hide a fury that could destroy them both? Contain 18+ scenes detailed explicit content. Hot Romance, Dark secrets. #Not your regular Dark-Romance novel#

“Can I trust that your feelings won't impact this?” he asked, staring at her with a menacing intensity. “I'm here for the job. You require someone to play a role, and I simply need payment. This is strictly a business deal. Let's both wear our brightest smiles," she replied, maintaining a serene expression not flinching a bit at the intensity of his stare. *** “What if a client develops feelings for you?” he inquired. Venessa's heart skipped a beat at his words but she was still able to maintain her composure. “My job forbids it, as long as I'm bound by the contract,” she murmured, just audible enough for him to hear. *** Vanessa, an ordinary college student, lands a job at an escort rental agency after losing her previous one in an unfortunate incident. There, she encounters Jayden, a successful CEO seeking a rental girlfriend who won't fall for him, as he's still enamoured with his celebrity partner. However, despite his intentions, Jayden ends up falling in love first because he can't help but fall for her charms. As their professional arrangement becomes increasingly complicated, both must grapple with their growing feelings and the boundaries of their business relationship. Will Jayden accept his newfound emotions, and will Venessa remain strictly professional or succumb to love? *** This book has a little element of fantasy as the male lead comes from a secret clan of immortals. Seat back a enjoy how mysteries are unravelled and our Ml and Fl fall in love.

"You are my favorite sin to commit, and my greatest punishment to endure." In the shadowed alleys of a steam-choked city, whispers of rebellion stir beneath the elegant facade of the upper society. Rosentine, the flower of the Dukedom, hides beneath a mask of a siren, her heart pounding as she steps into the undercity, a place where secrets coil like smoke and danger lurks in every shadow. Her mission is clear. To find her missing brother, rumored to have been taken by the underworld's most dangerous leader. But the deeper she delves, the closer she gets to the man at the center of it all. He watches her with eyes like molten obsidian, sharp, calculating, a predator in human skin. As the kingpin of the undercity, his reputation is as dangerous as his smile. Yet there's a darkness in him that pulls pour roses closer, a mystery that she's compelled to unravel even as she knows he might be the very key to her brother's disappearance. In their world, alliances are forged in blood, and trust is a luxury neither can afford. When our paths cross, it's in the flickering light of a gaslamp, his fingers tightening around my wrist as he pulls me against a brick wall, his breath burning against my ear. "You think you can play in my world without consequences, little songbird?" He murmures, a wicked smile curling his lips. But my defiance burns just as brightly, my dagger pressed to his side, my lips curling up with the mixture excitement and fear. "Try me, if you can," My voice a whisper of silk in his ear. In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fairy and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and revolution smolders, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will Rosé find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape? Happy reading (: And don't forget to add to your library.

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS!!!] (PS: Read fifteen chapters at least before tossing it aside.) . Penelope Neville is a werewolf turned into an orphan by her first love and ex-husband, Damian Cedar who killed every member of her family and took her father's pack. She finds out he was plotting to kill her too, and tries to escape but is caught by her furious ex-husband who promised to make her beg for her death. She is imprisoned and sentenced to death for treason. On her execution, after all the tortures she was subjected to, her fated mate finds her after a long search and he turns out to be the Alpha king who was obsessed with her and wanted revenge for every hurt she had been subjected to. . # Except 1 "Proceed." This was finally it. My death. I felt all the air squeeze out of my lungs until I heard it - the deep, hoarse voice that sent chills down my spine. "Stop the execution," the king said with a warning edge that even a fool couldn't miss. Damian's face twisted with surprise that barely concealed his fury at the King's words. "Your Highness," he repeated, masking his irritation with a shallow bow, "This is the execution we spoke about a while ago that involved the treason." From his facial expression, I could tell he felt the need to state that. The king's gaze turned steely, cutting through Damian's attempt at justification. "Why aren't your guards backing down?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority that left murmurs in the crowd. "Or have you forgotten who commands this realm, Alpha Damian?" "Penelope Neville will be taken into my custody..." He declared. "Any attempt to go against my order or interfere will be met with swift and severe punishment worse than death." [ IN CUPIDS QUILL COMPETITION. Support book by adding to your library, voting with power stones, gifting with golden tickets, and normal gifting.]

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?"

With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears? Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions. Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

After crossing into the game world, Bai Yi noticed something was off with the timeline. It felt as if it had regressed from version 3.0 to a state just before the public beta. [The Dawn Rising BOSS template has been bound. After testing, the original BOSS Blood Prison Greedy Wolf has died. The new BOSS template is being generated. Please wait....] Bai Yi: ?? [You have created an exoskeleton mechanical device. Experience value +10,000, alchemy technology proficiency +100, skill point +1, additional experience +10,000.] Bai Yi: ??? So, BOSSes can also grant experience? As players arrived, they stared at their city lords, lost in thought. This game shouldn’t feel this real! It’s outrageous enough that the BOSS is the city lord. But what’s with the BOSS piloting a Gundam? THIS IS A TRANSLATION!!! Enjoy

Worlds Apart, Hearts Entwined Fanyin's life was already complicated, but nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate plot twist: being thrown into alternate worlds by a system with a bee mascot. The catch? She has to complete tasks to get back home. But every world has a familiar face-his face-different bodies, same magnetic presence, pulling her in despite her best efforts to stay detached. With every mission, Fanyin fights to keep her walls up, but piece by piece, she's falling for the soul inhabiting these different men. Sexy, hilarious, and brimming with chemistry, Fanyin's journey isn't just about the worlds she's thrown into. Who is behind the system, and what grand design is forcing her to complete these quests? Is there a deeper truth she's being led to discover, or is it all part of a cosmic game? Get ready for a wild ride full of steamy moments, laugh-out-loud banter, and the question of whether love truly transcends worlds. ... Bee Mine Across Worlds Fanyin was minding her own business—until a sassy bee system threw her into alternate realities with one goal: complete the missions or never make it home. Easy, right? Not when every world comes with a man who’s too familiar. Different face, same vibes, and definitely too hot to ignore. She’s here to get in, do the job, and get out. But something about him keeps pulling her back in every world. Is it just coincidence, or is there a deeper reason behind these encounters? With snark, steam, and sparks flying, Fanyin must figure out the game—before her heart loses control. Why her? Why him? And who’s really pulling the strings? There’s more at play than she thinks, and the answers might be closer than she realizes… ROCK YOU WORLD AFTER WORLD © 2024 Kashish Mishra (bliss_incarnation). All rights reserved. Excerpt from RYWAW "Going somewhere?" His voice drops, teasing, but there's a dangerous edge beneath the surface that makes my pulse quicken. The playfulness in his eyes has faded, replaced by something more primal, more intense. I flash him a sly smile, forcing myself to remain calm. "No," I murmur, leaning back into him, though my heart pounds against my ribs. "Just getting comfortable on my lover." He raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. The smirk returns, slow and deliberate, but there's a hint of something else-something darker, lurking beneath his usual charm. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Before I can respond, Wilde moves with swift precision, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The air between us grows heavy, charged, and then his lips crash against mine. It's not soft or slow-it's raw, demanding, and ignites a fire deep in my chest. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his jacket as his other arm pulls me flush against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin barrier of clothing. My mind spins, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm as I lose myself in the kiss. The driver, without a word, flicks on the partition, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment as the car continues to glide down the road, but it's as if the world outside no longer exists.

“The Phoenix Ascendance” The Phoenix Ascendance, a tale to behold, Of a phoenix bound, its destiny untold. To Li Yan, an ordinary youth, Whose path is forged through trials and truth. Hardships rise, like shadows to fight, Schemes of his master cloud the light. The Pavilion Master of Murmurs schemes, A weaver of whispers, a breaker of dreams. If you dare not tread where legends lie, You’ll miss a journey where spirits fly. A story of fire, of struggle, of gain— To pass it by would be your pain.

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..”

It was Micha's first suspicion that the rumors her college friends were telling about her lover might actually be true. Even though she was doubtful at first, endless questions began to creep into her thoughts. However, nothing could have prepared her for what happened when she witnessed it firsthand: So Hyung, her boyfriend, hugging and kissing Hea. Her heart was broken into a million pieces by the sight. She felt as though she had lost her sight from despair and had become mute as the world around her appeared to collapse. She got back home and made her way into her bedroom feeling confused. Tears were falling down her face, uncontrollably, and she fell onto her bed. She was in excruciating pain in her heart, and every cry she let out made her body hurt even more. Micha struggled to accept the truth of what she had seen and felt completely destroyed by the betrayal. All she could do was lie there, tears mixing with the murmurs of her dashed hopes, her once-bright world now black and chilly. She think ,"How can I ever forget him when I once considered him my love and felt he was my entire world? The memories of us together are etched so deeply in my heart. Can I truly live in this world without him? The thought of moving on feels impossible, and the emptiness he left behind seems unbearable. Will I ever find the strength to heal and the courage to face each new day without him by my side?................"

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

An eye for an eye. He wanted revenge. She wanted peace. Those who wronged her were on his blacklist. And because all he wanted was vengeance, she became someone further from his reach. --- Prosecutor Yuan Weisheng gets into an accident, unlocking the ability to see the paranormal entities of the After-Realm. His superstitious mom hires a sorceress to ward off the evil spirits. The sorceress, Ren Xiaoling, diagnoses Weisheng with the Cursed Eye, a rare curse created by the Supreme Demon Lord 10,000 years ago. XIaoling takes Weisheng under her wing, training him to suppress the curse with cultivation. However, Weisheng experiences a split personality similar to the rumored Supreme Demon Lord during their training journey. His split personality emerges as his past incarnation and has some history with Xiaoling - a fated, yet cursed history. Cursed with the memories of his past incarnation, Weisheng's only goal in life becomes vengeance. To exact revenge for the sake of his peace-loving Master, he must go against her wishes and throw himself into the ring of war - A war against the Heavens. --- [Excerpt] Xiaoling’s heart skipped a beat. He rested his head on her shoulder often, but her heart pounded as if this was his first time. “Isn’t it funny?” Weisheng asked as he scoffed in amusement, “I vowed to protect a woman named Xiao Hua with all my life, but here I am, insanely in love with a woman named Xiaoling.” “You…” Xiaoling tried to speak but ended up silent. “It doesn’t matter who I am,” Weisheng murmured, “All that matters is you stay by my side forever.” He raised his head from her shoulder and looked into her eyes, “Because you’re the only one I have in this world.” **** “Then you deserve my forgiveness,” Xiaoling smiled brightly, “Even though you ruined my life, you came back to make it up to me, didn’t you?” “That’s just my selfishness,” Weisheng shrugged, “I don’t deserve you, but I will die before witnessing you with someone else, so…” He rolled his eyes, “You just fell into my trap.” Xiaoling chuckled, “It’s okay. I like this trap.” --- Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ My Linktree: https://linktr.ee/Haru.is.cuter.than.you

Adrian is a Talented Cultivator. He is son of a Duke, grandson of the reigning emperor. He is also a transmigrator which means he is destined to be a protagonist. Wait.. but what about that time traveller who knows which opportunity to always grab. What about that cultivator who was trash but is now beating all geniuses and he has a mysterious ring. There are also murmurs about a reincarnated immortal. Now you are just cheating.. well atleast Adrian has a third rate system

"Hold on..." The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon. Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back. "Wait." She murmurs... "I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress. It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..." The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?" No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead. "Hey! Move over, I can't see!" "See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!" "Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!" "Calm down everyone." Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"

Theon’s lips curled into a defiant smile, though his heart pounded in his chest. “Perhaps,” he replied. “But I’ve learned that losing everything makes a man impossible to break.” *************** Theon Quintin, the Sun-Kissed Prince, once lived a life of grandeur as the beloved heir to the Quintin Kingdom. With golden hair that shone like sunlight and a smile that captivated all, he was destined for greatness. But everything changed when his darkest secret was revealed. “A prince who cannot uphold the pride of an alpha is no prince of mine,” the king declared. “Leave, and never darken the gates of this castle again.” Banished and disgraced, Theon was cast out into a world that viewed him as an anomaly—an alpha who had conceived a child. In a time when alphas were revered as dominant and unyielding, his existence was seen as a shameful contradiction. Stripped of his title and home, Theon rebuilt himself from nothing. Years passed, and whispers of his brilliance began to spread through the kingdoms. But when his path crosses with that of Skye Romanov, the powerful and enigmatic king of a neighboring land, Theon finds himself drawn into a web of politics, power, and forbidden desire. Skye, the King of Eryndale, is as ruthless as he is magnetic. Known for his mysterious aura and commanding presence, he has no equal. When he catches sight of Theon, their connection is instant—a spark that neither can deny. But as they navigate the treacherous waters of alliances and betrayals, they must confront the forces that seek to tear them apart. In a world where their love is forbidden and their positions make them enemies, can Theon and Skye find a way to defy destiny and claim a love that could reshape kingdoms? Excerpt. “You stand before a king,” Skye murmured, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of unspoken challenge. “Do you truly believe you have something to offer me?” Theon met his gaze without wavering, his golden hair catching the dim candlelight of the throne room. He was no longer the prince who trembled at the thought of failure; the years had carved resilience into his soul. “I do,” Theon said softly, his voice steady yet filled with quiet conviction. “You may be the king of this land, but even a king needs someone to stand beside him.” Skye tilted his head, a flicker of amusement dancing in his sharp, dark eyes. “And you think you’re that person?” he asked, leaning forward slightly as though daring Theon to falter. “Yes,” Theon replied without hesitation. “Because unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of the man behind the crown.”

If you blame the victim, then you stand for the perpetrator. — "You say a word and I'll step back. Tell me not to touch you," Louis murmured, his own control slipping as he admitted to his profound yearning for her touch. "Get away from me," she managed to whisper. "Mean it, Verena," he persisted, the insistence in his voice urging her to make a definitive choice. His hand advanced, inching closer to her neck, his touch lingering there momentarily before retreating, a delicate dance of desire. For a second, silence hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken tension. Then, as if her inner turmoil had reached its peak, the words spilled from her lips. "I fucking hate you," she spat out. Without further hesitation, Verena surged forward, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck. In an instant, her lips crashed against his. — Verena Bradbury's life took a treacherous turn after a fateful party. Little did she know that her innocent decision to enter a villa with five strangers would result in her becoming a criminal and spending four years behind bars. Upon her release, Verena was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against Arriana Vandeleur and her accomplices, who had framed her. Determined to tear them apart, she meticulously plans her revenge. However, in a cruel twist of fate, Verena suddenly found herself burdened with heavy responsibilities she never could have anticipated: she was forced to become the wife of Louis Heisenberng, the most handsome and youngest billionaire in their country. Louis, driven by his dark obsessions, kidnapped Verena and enforced their union by forging their marriage certificate without a trace of hesitation. In a chilling race against time, Verena fought against the shackles of her forced matrimony and plotted her daring escape. As Verena delved deeper into Louis's world of privilege and power, she unravelled a sinister web of secrets and deceit. With each shocking revelation, Verena's determination to bring down her captor intensifies, no matter the risks involved. In "Ruins Of The Glory," Verena Bradbury found herself trapped in a thrilling rollercoaster ride of lies, betrayal, and desperation. Will she be able to break free from her nightmarish entrapment and expose the truth, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her? -Author's Books- WILDBLOOD (ongoing) Ruins Of The Glory (ongoing) Thee Spark (coming soon)

In the heart of medieval times, Atika, a tribal slave girl adorned with intricate tattoos marking her heritage, finds herself on the auction block once again. Known for her fierce spirit and unyielding defiance, she has been sold and returned by numerous masters, none able to tame the wildness within her. Atika's life changes when Virgil, a handsome and tall pureblood vampire, attends the auction. Cold, sadistic, and narcissistic, Virgil's reputation precedes him. Yet, he is immediately captivated by Atika's beauty and fiery spirit. Her feral nature reminds him of a wild kitten, earning her the nickname "kitten" from him. Intrigued and seeing potential in her that others have missed, Virgil places a high bid, securing Atika as his new possession. He brings her to his grand estate, a place of opulence and dark secrets. There, he plans to mold her into a perfect servant, but he is also drawn to the possibility of something more—an unusual bond that neither can yet define. Excerpt: The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of Lord Virgil’s estate, casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The imposing figure of Virgil, a tall and handsome pureblood vampire with raven hair and piercing red eyes, stood in the center of the grand hall. His gaze was fixed on Atika, the human slave girl who knelt before him, her tribal attire and tattoos a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Atika's spirit was unbroken despite her circumstances. She was feisty, with a sharp tongue and a sweetness that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. But Virgil was not easily swayed. His narcissistic and sadistic nature made him a master of control, and he relished the challenge she presented. “Kneel, kitten,” Virgil commanded, his voice smooth and unwavering. Atika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion, but she complied, sinking to her knees before him. She hated the nickname he had given her, but there was a strange intimacy in the way he said it, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. Virgil stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, lifting her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Such a feral kitten,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You remind me of a wild creature, untamed and full of fire.” Atika’s breath hitched, but she refused to look away. “I am not a pet,” she said defiantly. “I am a warrior.” Virgil chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You are whatever I say you are,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her lips. “And right now, you are mine.” His eyes flickered to the brand on her shoulder, the mark that declared her a slave. His expression darkened, the amusement vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Who branded you with this mark?” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. Atika’s heart pounded, fear and anger warring within her. She knew that revealing the name would bring death, but Virgil's patience was not infinite. She remained silent, her defiance a silent challenge. Virgil’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her chin. “Answer me, kitten,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Who dared to mark you as their property?” Tears welled in Atika’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “His name is Varek,” she said her voice barely a whisper. “He is the one who branded me.” Virgil’s expression grew darker, a deadly calm settling over him. He released her, turning away with a dangerous grace. “Varek,” he repeated, the name like poison on his lips. “He will pay for this.”