Amy Fleming Choking

I, Chen Ming, who just died because my love was rejected (even though I choked on chewing gum), reincarnated in the cultivation world, now in the dragon's lair, beautiful face (even though I'm a man), and have a strange system. Amazing. My new adventure, begins. Bezzzztttt!! WELCOME TO TIAN XUAN CONTINENT

Guts materialized in the absolute center of a maelstrom of destruction. He was the epitome of carnage and destruction given form, his very being molded by the inferno around him. His silhouette, stark against the flames, was unmistakable: clad in the black, demonic visage of the Berserker Armor, its eyes glowing with predatory malice, and the impossibly vast, jagged iron of the Dragonslayer already gripped in his gauntleted hand. From the shattered earth beneath his boots, from the smoke-choked air around him, countless desperate, wailing souls rose. They were the victims of Ohara, their lives brutally extinguished in the cataclysm. They streamed towards him, not as individual entities, but as a collective river of agony and despair, drawn by some unseen force. They flowed into him, a torrent of desperate consciousness, merging with his very essence. He felt their terror. Their pain. Their final regret. Their futile rage. Their lives, denied their full course, now fueled his denial of mortality, binding him to this new existence.

In her first life, Elara Vale was raised for one purpose— To assassinate the most feared creature in the realm: The Vampire Emperor. Cold. Cruel. Immortal. He reigned over kingdoms soaked in blood, his power absolute. Elara trained for years, and when the time came, she drove the enchanted blade deep into his chest— only for him to laugh through the blood, pull her close, and strangle her with his bare hands. That was the last thing she remembered. Until now. Waking in a world of glowing screens and moving machines, Elara finds herself reincarnated into the modern era, in a body that isn’t quite hers— black-haired instead of Blonde . Grey-eyed instead of brown. Still her… but different. She tries to adapt. Blend in. But fate isn't done with her yet. Her new job? Personal secretary to Lucien Thorne, the ruthless CEO of Thorne Tech Empire. And the moment she sees him— Her blood runs cold. He has the same face. The same voice. The same bone-deep presence that once ruled empires. Except now… he’s human. Or at least, he pretends to be. Slick suits. Charming lies. No trace of fangs or blood. Everyone else sees a brilliant young billionaire. But Elara sees the man who once watched the life drain from her eyes. And what terrifies her most… is how he looks at her. Like he knows. Like he’s always known. He never mentions the past. Never slips. But his gaze lingers too long. His presence curls around her like an invisible leash. Elara tells herself it’s paranoia. That this can’t be the same man. That it’s just a face. A coincidence. But deep down, one question refuses to let her go: Does he remember? And if he does... Why is she still alive?

Mort en Héros, rené en Démon... Le plus fort des Héros du monde a tué le Roi Démon, le démon le plus puissant jamais apparu sur Terre. Il a accompli ce qu'aucun autre héros n'avait jamais réussi. Mais hélas, le Héros ne s'attendait pas à ce que sa propre petite amie, ses propres amis et l'organisation en laquelle il avait confiance se retournent soudainement contre lui et tentent de le tuer. C'était le coup le plus cruel qu'il ait jamais reçu dans sa vie. Il ne s'est pourtant pas avoué vaincu et a essayé de tenir bon, mais ils étaient venus préparés, et il fut pris au dépourvu dans leur piège. Il s'est battu jusqu'à la mort pour se retrouver transmigré dans le corps d'un démon ! Mais qui aurait cru qu'il serait le mari de la Reine Démon ! Toutefois, la vie en tant que consort royal n'était pas du tout facile. Alors lisez pour découvrir comment il va surmonter ceux qui cherchent à l'écraser et finalement obtenir sa revanche. ===== Lien Discord https://discord.gg/HjWkd4nB3z =====

Connor McDonald livrait de la nourriture pour son travail à temps partiel. Un jour, il a dû livrer de la nourriture à un hôtel tristement célèbre pour être un hôtel de passe. Lorsque la porte de la chambre s'est ouverte, il n'en croyait pas ses yeux. Sa petite amie était à moitié dénudée, se blottissant contre un enfant riche de leur classe. "Eh bien, maintenant que tu l'as découvert, je suppose qu'il est temps que tu le saches", a déclaré l'enfant riche avec dédain. "Ta petite amie sort avec moi maintenant. "Connor, renonce à moi. Tu es orphelin et tu n'as pas d'argent. Même si tu livres de la nourriture pour le reste de ta vie, il n'y a aucune façon que tu puisses rivaliser avec lui. Tu n'es pas à la hauteur pour moi. Rompons", a déclaré sa petite amie. Connor était totalement abasourdi, se demandant pourquoi Dieu empêcherait les pauvres d'être dans une relation normale. Alors qu'il se lamentait de douleur, son téléphone a soudainement sonné. Il a reçu un message texte intéressant. [Vous avez reçu 1,000,000,000.00 dollars sur votre compte.] "Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça?" s'est exclamé Connor. "Qui diable vient de me transférer 1 milliard de dollars?"

Li Xue ne savait pas comment réagir à la nouvelle. Elle était venue toute prête à passer le test de virginité et à prouver au monde que toutes leurs accusations étaient fausses. Elle était sûre de sa virginité intacte, alors comment sa grossesse était-elle même possible? C'est l'histoire d'une femme, Li Xue, qui a travaillé dur pour construire sa carrière de mannequin. Elle n'était pas issue d'une famille riche où tout venait servi dans une assiette dorée, mais d'une famille de classe moyenne travailleuse, où il faut travailler très dur pour atteindre ses rêves. Son rêve était de devenir le mannequin de mode le plus en vue, mais il s'est brisé lorsqu'elle s'est retrouvée piégée dans un scandale. Personne ne la croyait. Ni ses amis ni son petit ami. Elle a été laissée toute seule avec l'enfant qui grandissait en elle. Alors, elle a quitté la ville, avec la vie qui grandissait dans son ventre. Avec un ange démoniaque grandissant qui lui donnait la force de survivre dans ce monde insensé, pour devenir quelque chose dont elle n'était toujours pas sûre.

After getting hit by a car, Amy wakes up in the body of Lyra Ishen. Now trapped in a world she thought was fiction, Amy is bound by a mysterious red string to a cold, distant man named Cassian… but only she can see it. With her identity at risk and fate pulling her in unexpected directions, can she escape the story—or rewrite it?

Julien de Rothvale was a disgrace. The youngest son of a ducal house—mocked, beaten, pissed himself in his first spar. A coward. A scandal. A noble failure used and discarded. But that boy is gone. And in his place lives something far more dangerous—a soul born of ritual, forged in blood and madness. A dark mage who clawed his way into another world. He came seeking peace. No throne. No vengeance. Just silence. But peace is a lie—and the world made the first mistake. Now? He’ll make them kneel. He’ll choke the maid who dared to insult him. Enslave the princess who used him. Break nobles, bend knights, and remake his legacy through terror, desire, and ruthless domination. He will rule not by title, but by touch. And when he’s done, they won’t whisper his name in shame— They’ll scream it. The Tyrant of Lust & Carnage has awakened.

Adolf Hitler died choking on the ashes of his Reich… only to awaken in a world of magic, monsters, and weak-willed kings. Reborn in a land untouched by blitzkrieg or bullets, he finds no swastikas, no iron crosses — only empires ripe for conquest and sorcerers too soft to rule. Stripped of title but not of hatred, he begins again. Not as a man. As a force. With steel in his hands, fire in his veins, and poison in his words, he sets out to build an empire of blood — one bullet, one spell, one corpse at a time. There is no redemption. There is no remorse. Only war. Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally reprehensible behavior from an unapologetically evil protagonist. It does not glorify these beliefs — it explores their horror through fiction and philosophical conflict. If you’re uncomfortable with dark historical themes or villain-centered narratives, this story is not for you.

Varkai: Ashes of the Shatterworld In the shattered remnants of a forgotten multiverse, Varkai is a world on the brink — a soul-wracked wasteland where Genesis Pulse storms twist land and life, and monstrous Pulse-Eaters stalk the ash-choked wilds. Vrakon, an orphan with no past and no Pulse, was once nothing. But after a brutal raid leaves his village in ruins and awakens something ancient within him, Vrakon begins a slow, harrowing journey of survival, evolution, and self-discovery. With no memories and a heart grown cold from loss, he treads the edge between man and myth — caught in a realm where fractured souls reincarnate endlessly, and power comes at the price of sanity.

In the shadowed halls of the Nether Blossom Sect and the treacherous expanse of the cultivation world, mastery is a dance of power, lust, and betrayal. True enlightenment lies not in forcing the path, but in weaving ambition with desire until the cultivator becomes one with their schemes. Only when the line blurs between ally and enemy, pleasure and pain, does one glimpse the ruthless truth of the dao. Lin Fengyang, a spark in a realm of predators, forges his ascent through cunning and will. His enemies plot in whispers, their blades hidden in smiles, but he’ll carve his legend across sects, empires, and heavens, one step, one scheme, one conquest at a time. In this cultivation world, trust is a lie, and every touch is a gambit. He is the schemer of shadows, the breaker of chains, and the bane of those who underestimate him. Read now to witness a tale of dark cultivation, where ambition burns brighter than any flame. Discord: https://discord.gg/Fq26EjWk [Tags] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Hardcore | Threesome | Milf | Choking | Humiliation | BDSM | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Villain MC | Weak to Strong MC | Cunning MC | Scheming | Dark Fantasy | Cultivation World | Sect Intrigue | Power Struggle | Rivalries | Comedy | Anal | Inverted Nipples

In the smog-choked, clockwork city of Aethelburg, Elias Thorne, a humble archivist, stumbles upon a terrifying truth: humanity is trapped in "Temporal Loops," replaying history under the indifferent gaze of cosmic Architects. When a horrific "Echo" awakens a unique power within him, Elias becomes a Chronos Weaver, capable of perceiving and influencing time itself. But to break free from this endless cycle, he must defy primordial gods, battle a madness-inducing Outer God, and forge a future humanity has never known. Can one man unravel fate itself?

Ami died alone in a cold hospital room--hooked to wires, her body weak, her heart shattered. Betrayed by the people she trusted most. Her parents sold her. Her siblings erased her. Her husband handed her over like she meant nothing. And her best friend smiled while stabbing her from behind. As Ami took her final breath, she made a wish- “Give me another chance… and I’ll destroy them all.” The world listened. Now, Ami wakes up ten years earlier-in her 18-year-old body. This time, she won’t be soft. She won’t be fooled. With all her memories intact, Ami is ready to play a new game---one where she controls the board. Revenge? That’s the only thing on her list. The girl they buried is gone. This is the rise of the new Ami.

Dying is the world of Iverssorn, plunging evermore into despair and chaos with the rising tide of Tainted Magic sweeping over the warring Kingdoms and sowing death by the millions its master Sicelboros who Perished the Sun, when Li Tanrin was summoned from his everyday college life into the Kingdom of Moros Tyr by God, to assume the identity of a young mage called Ewan Sorrenswal, and save the world alongside the other Heroes from his homeland known as the Worldwalkers. Rising to be the Archmage of Moros Tyr, he battled the forces of Sicelboros together with the other Worldwalkers and rode peace across the boundaries of the Human Kingdoms, and he crawled his way to the top and eventually ventured into the Crimson Sands with the forces of man to slay the Titan of the White Tower. All to be betrayed by his fellow Worldwalkers. Murderers all, they stripped him of his staff and his bones they tore from his skin -they had no intention of returning home. Why would they? as they were all but gods in this land, blessed by The God who had sent them here, and so they had worked together with Sicelboros. As Li Tanrin lay there, slowly drowning in his own pool of blood, choking in the body of Ewan Sorrenswal, all his ten years of fighting for naught, he swore only revenge. Upon failure, God sent him back to earth, where he slowly reintegrated with modern society and his own college life and part-time job... waiting... until a second chance arose, to Return.

"Fate is destiny. An unmovable force that chokes the life out of everything and everyone you hold dear. It knows no emotions—neither love nor sadness, not even hate. You cannot run from it, you cannot escape it, and you cannot survive it. You can do only one thing." "What?" "Kill it. Or in your case, find the person who stole your fate and kill them”. Born in a deadly standstill between humanity and the Rache, there weren’t a lot of things that could go wrong in Jace's life. But they did. With his fate stolen and a mark upon his head, Jace will have to fight, crawl and claw his way to the thief of his fate. But fate is cruel. And Jace will be faced with the ultimate choice : Submit to Fate or break free from its chains and suffer the consequences.

In the poison‑choked wreckage of a once‑blue Earth, every breath is rationed, traded, or stolen. Only a scattered few known as Bonders can share their souls with relics steeped in trauma and distill clean air from memory itself. Nineteen‑year‑old Erno Linx carries the last keepsake of his mother: a cracked, war‑era gas mask that whispers with her fading voice. Each time Erno draws on the mask’s power he carves a pocket of purified wind, but the price is a vertigo of grief—he must relive her final breath, suffocating moments. Whispers speak of the White Ring, a glittering citadel where oxygen flows like water and the sky shines the color of forgotten mornings. Erno sets out across the Gray ruins and into the Red Wastes to reach it, hunting hope while hope hunts him. Harvesters flay memories for profit, the Black Lung Guild traffics in bottled anguish, and a phantom called Bleak stitches children’s dying breaths into weapons of song. Allies are no easier to trust: a time‑fracturing street fighter who counts loyalty in seconds, a medic whose sterile pendant is erasing her humanity, a wandering bard whose laughter splinters into fear. Their motives orbit Erno like moons—bright on one side, shadowed on the other. Why do some bonds awaken on the brink of death while others devour their wielders whole? What secret did Erno’s mother seal inside the mask before she fell? And if the White Ring truly is an oasis, why does its oxygen taste faintly of ash? To uncover the truth, Erno must decide whether to shoulder the burden of every memory he purifies or break the chain and watch the world choke in silence.

**** Your pain is my joy**** **** Your laughter is my pain**** **** Your weakness is my strength**** **** Your love is my hate**** **** Your hate is my love**** In the present world where lives of the past are in it Kaden Xavier a thousand year old devil living in the present/ future waiting and biding his time for his revenge against Aria Edward. They once shared a history of love and vows but turns out to hate among the two of them, leading to Aria killing Kaden . Adrian the CEO of Lenornd company is a villain from the past always bound to Aria but fate plays a different role on him. Aria a reincarnation in the modern world and a witch from the past is not aware of her past but comes in contact with Kaden and falls in love with him and her love was the key sole to Kaden's revenge. Check out this story to uncover the strings between Aria, Kaden and Adrian it's a love and hate relationship A game of revenge,love and heartbreak ******** " You don't love me but you still keep me to see me suffering" she said with pains latched in her throat and choking in her tears he chuckles and said " your pains is my joy, your laughter is my pain, your weakness is my strength, your love is my hate and your hate is my love" saying that he left her alone in the room to pour out her sorrows.

"What if the path to becoming a hero starts with becoming the villain?" -- Humanity survives in cities suspended above a ruined Earth—skybound sanctuaries held aloft by dwindling resources harvested from the toxic, Hollowspawn-infested surface below. Only the Awakened—elite heroes blessed with magic—dare descend to keep civilization alive. But behind the glory and sacrifice lies a far more sinister truth. Kael Veyne was never meant to be a hero. Powerless, orphaned, and forgotten, he clings to a childish dream: to become the greatest Hero in history and prove his worth to a world that chewed him up and moved on. But when a mission goes fatally wrong, Kael is betrayed by the very system he swore to serve—and left to die on the ash-choked surface. But death doesn’t come. Instead, Kael awakens something ancient: a cruel power that grants him strength not through talent… but through death itself. Every kill fuels his evolution. Every victory deepens his hunger. As he carves his way through the forgotten terrors of the old world, Kael uncovers the rot beneath the surface—and above it. The war he once believed in is a lie. And the monsters below may not be the true enemy after all.

Flameborn A Myth-Inspired Fantasy Epic For centuries, the Spiral governed the world—not as a god, but as an unbroken cycle of flame, breath, and binding. Those chosen by it wielded its power, bearing the burden of fire and the weight of legacy. But Kael was not born to follow. He was born to break free. When Kael’s gift ignites without ritual, without prayer, and without permission, he is cast out as an anomaly—dangerous, unstable, and unfit to inherit the sacred flame. Yet in exile, Kael discovers a truth hidden even from the Flamebinders: the Spiral is not a gift. It is a chain. From wind-choked cliffs to buried vaults of memory, Kael journeys across a land woven with forgotten powers and fractured myths. Guided by unlikely allies—a silent wind-dancer, a haunted child, a scholar of dying gods—Kael must confront the Spiral’s keepers, unravel its origins, and answer a burning question: What remains when the fire is no longer sacred?

After eons of silence, the Creator himself descends... not as a king, but as a beggar. In the filth-choked gutters of Orivalt, where gods feast on mortals and kings sell souls for gold, a new force rises — a weakling named Ravi, broken, starving, unblessed. But hidden behind those shattered eyes is something ancient. Something... divine. He is the Original. The Architect. The forgotten God who forged reality itself. Stripped of his omnipotence, Ravi must crawl through the grime of his own failed creation. He will feel every cut, every betrayal, and every scream as he delivers brutal, soul-crushing justice — not with sermons... but with slaughter. With each step, he reshapes the world, gaining loyal followers, feared enemies, and a dangerous harem of deadly women drawn to his merciless might and unknowable allure. The age of mercy has ended. Now begins... The Slum God's Decree.

When Amie steps into a new city, he carries nothing but fragments of a broken past-and a faint hope for a fresh start. Amid unfamiliar streets and uncertain beginnings, he meets two girls who will unknowingly change the course of his life. Kiara finds herself slowly drawn toward him. There's a quiet pull in his silence, a mystery that stirs something deep within her heart. But Naaz, fiercely intuitive and guarded, isn't convinced. Something about Amie doesn't sit right with her. Torn between concern for her friend and a growing unease, she begins to investigate Amie's past-only to uncover secrets far darker and more shocking than she ever imagined. And then comes Ash Kay, a stranger to some, a storm to others. His arrival marks a turning point-a moment after which nothing remains the same. As hidden truths unravel and emotions collide, destinies intertwine in ways no one saw coming. Dive into AmieZiel - An Incomplete Story, where every chapter lead more closer to love and make you feel how true love actually look like.

"In a world where rain melts skin and corpses vanish without questions, survival is a privilege bought with blood." Yuki Shirogane was once heir to Japan’s most feared syndicate — a king draped in suits and silence. Now, he's a nameless scavenger choking on ash, chewing on dead crows, and rotting at the edge of a poisoned city. But fate doesn’t offer mercy. It offers a Gate. They say only the desperate see it. The broken. The damned. Those who enter either come back monsters... or don't come back at all. Yuki doesn’t care. He’s already dead. Let the world bleed. Let power cost everything. He's not here to survive — he’s here to conquer. Discord Server: dc.gg/checkzverse --- I hope you like this story of mine :) If you like my story and have some suggestions, or you just want to meet other fans like you, you may join this discord server. I Look forward to welcoming you. [NOTE:] [This webnovel is officially uploaded on Tapas, Royal Road, and Webnovel.] [You can read this story on all of these sites, but they would have a slow-burn upload rate. (2-3 ch/weeks) but tapas shall be the only platform with around 5ch/week]

Cassie Holt lives on the last orchard in a dying town. Her family says the trees are sick. But Cassie knows better. In the thorn-choked rows, something watches her — a fading fey prince called Morrow, exiled and rotting, once King of the Orchard. He offers her beauty. Power. Love. But the gate between worlds is breaking, and blood is what keeps it alive. In this slow-burn dark fantasy romance, love is not only forbidden — it is devouring.

They say if you truly love someone, you would let them go. Not everyone believes that though. in this point of view story a very charming young man who goes by the name of Mark Meadows who finds his true love Amy Heart, wether she likes it or not.

Tout ce que Ewan Giacometti veut de sa femme, c'est un fils. Mais après trois ans de malheur et de désillusion, Athena Moore est prête à quitter son mari glaciale. Lorsqu'elle demande enfin le divorce, le 'meilleur ami' rusé d'Ewan la piège, la forçant à s'exiler de la ville. Maintenant, Ewan est confronté à ses vrais sentiments envers sa femme, qu'il avait épousée dans des circonstances mystérieuses, surtout lorsqu'elle revient de son exil en femme changée.

The world died not with a scream, but with a whisper—suffocated by those who thought they were saving it. In their quest to perfect nature, a group of brilliant students brought about its collapse. Now, ash chokes the skies, the seas have turned black, and life has withered into memory. Most of the architects of this ruin are dead, leaving behind only silence and regret. One of the last survivors—once a mastermind of the project—unearths a forgotten time machine buried beneath a forbidden island. Haunted by what he’s done, he entrusts it to the only soul untouched by their lies: Sahabi. Sent into the past with nothing but truth and grief, Sahabi must face the dream that became a nightmare. Because the world already ended—and this time, he must kill the idea before it’s born.

In a fog-choked city whispering of forgotten gods, Kael, a wanderer with no past, is driven by a pulsing amulet tied to an ancient debt. Guided by a blood-singing blade, he enters a living chamber of bone where a starlit, void-faced figure demands he surrender the amulet or face unmaking. As shadows become clawed beasts and alien memories flood in, Kael must choose: give up the amulet or fight for the truth that could destroy him.

The CEO of Seedtronics died as he lived: mid-strategy meeting, choking on a margarita laced with his own pesticides. Now, Hell’s HR department wants him. Why? Because suffering is just a P&L statement, and he’s a goddamn visionary. But when a disgruntled angel curses him with eternal abstinence—no drugs, no sex, not even a suggestive handshake—he realizes the real Hell isn’t fire… It’s blue balls and sobriety.

My parents sold me off. The scholars experimented. Next is the Imperial Family who wants to own me. But I won't let them. My need for survival owns me. In this game of chess, one plays to survive while the other plays to conquer.

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest. You will know you understand only when you can't tell the singer from the song, dancer from the dance, and the daoist partners from the dao. This is true enlightenment in the art of dual cultivation ... The 'Naked Sword Art' is a personal skill of mine. It isn't perfect yet, but I believe it will one day be the greatest dual cultivation technique known to man. I am the fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the bane of all men and husbands alike. I am a blind dual cultivator. . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . https://discord.gg/SFyWcze **Art work is not mine. If you want me to take it down please contact me**