Laced

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

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.]

"You're already the mother of my four children," Arsalan chuckled, "and you're about to bring another one into this world. And you say I wasn't romantic?" Sahira stared at him with scornful eyes. "If you want to know how romantic you were," she said, her voice laced with venom, "then listen..." She recounted her experiences in such a poisonous tone that Arsalan's cheeks flushed to his ears. "And if you want to hear about all the things you did to me..." Arsalan's playful demeanor evaporated. He released her wrist, and Sahira wriggled away from him. Arsalan's gaze fell to the ground. "Was I that bad?" "You're far worse than bad, Arsalan. This act of amnesia you're putting on - you could fool the entire world with it. But not me. I've seen your masterful acting before. But I'm not going to fall for your deception anymore, Arsalan Ansari." Sahira was about to turn and walk away when Arsalan's voice reached her from behind. "Hira...can't you forgive me? I don't remember anything about my past. I don't remember anything about who I was, what I did... Please believe me. Forgive me." For a moment, Sahira's heart wavered. Her feet remained rooted to the spot. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with doubt. "Very well. What a splendid performance, Arsalan. You should win an Oscar," she said sarcastically, and walked away. Arsalan let out a deep sigh and stood there, alone. -------- Arsalan Ansari, the ruthless mafia kingpin, operates on a cold, calculated smile. But a glimpse of vulnerability cracks his icy facade. Has amnesia truly buried his past - a past rife with vengeance and betrayal - or is this a masterfully crafted ploy to outmaneuver his enemies? As the line between truth and manipulation blurs, one thing remains certain: underestimating Arsalan Ansari could be your deadliest mistake.

In this modern mythological tale, Dhruv, an unsuspecting mortal, finds himself in Vaikuntha, questioning whether this is truly the end of his journey. Instead of peace, he meets a mysterious man in a suit, who ultimately reveals that Dhruv cannot enter heaven due to "arrows of regret"—a metaphor for his unfulfilled purpose. Offered a chance to return to Earth for 90 days to make amends, Dhruv agrees to the terms, unaware that the mysterious man is none other than Lord Vishnu in disguise. Upon accepting the deal, Dhruv embarks on a chaotic and humorous journey through the underworld, meeting Yamaraj, the god of death, and Gorgo, a nervous demon with horns, who comically reacts to Dhruv's presence as though he's a harbinger of disaster. As Dhruv navigates the strange, labyrinthine bureaucracy of the underworld and the daunting task of creating a "happy ending" for himself, he finds himself in an unusual mix of existential crises, dark humor, and supernatural chaos. With gods in disguise, reluctant demon assistants, and divine missions laced with humor, Dhruv's journey becomes one of discovering the true meaning of life, death, and purpose. This story is a refreshing take on mythology, where the mortal and the divine collide in unexpected and often hilarious ways, challenging Dhruv to find his own redemption and bring fulfillment to his life's story...

There are some gruelling and horrific scenes. Alternate title: In a world where all magic has a price, I can get some else to pay it. The story is focused on the World Building. The protagonist is merely, the lens through which we can explore this "colourful", grim and terrifying world. He is a care-free character that is here to have fun and observe. The will be tales of sacrifice and story of glory and he is here to bear witness. Of course, given the nature of his abilities, he will also become more and more powerful... ultimately tries to save the world. ..... In a world teetering on the edge of madness and despair, twisted magic saturates every corner of existence, bending and breaking the laws of nature that once held the world in balance. The very fabric of reality unravels, as forbidden powers rewrite the order of life itself. When magic can defy every natural law, what hope remains for those who seek to restore order? Desperate, they turn to the very force that threatens to consume them—magic. It is their only hope, yet it is a hope laced with poison. For every act of magic, there is a price to be paid. The cost of power is high, and those who wield it must sacrifice more than they can fathom. The line between salvation and destruction becomes ever more blurred. Heroes and saviors rise in defiance, determined to protect what remains of their crumbling world. Yet even they cannot escape the prison that magic builds around them. The more they fight to save their world, the deeper they fall into its clutches.

LGBTQ+ - BL | All-Ages Version In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

Sophia Bennett, betrayed by her husband and step-sister, faced a gruesome end—burned alive with her unborn child. But fate grants her a second chance. Reborn back to when it all began, Sophia now have the chance to rewrite her tragic story. Haunted by memories of the past life, She refuses to let death quench her hatred and regret. Instead, fueled by vengeance. Reborn at the most critical moment that will change her life, “the arranged marriage with the richest and handsome bachelor Alexander Brooks” which she escaped from in her previous life. Will Sophia get married and destroy Olivia's path to riches? Or finds herself entangled with Alexander Brooks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “ Are you that desperate to secure the position of “Mrs Brooks” that you'll shamelessly throw yourself at me”? Alexander asks, his voice laced with contempt, his deeps eyes looking at the woman squirming under him. His eyes trails her curvy body as his right hand squeeze the soft mound on her chest, he thought he'd find her touch disgusting but his body couldn't help but react to her and he can barely control his actions. “Ummmm” Sophia moans to his touch “ p-please” she murmurs shakingly, her eyes clouded as she rubs her hot and soft body against him. She feels hot all over and couldn't help groping his body to find relief. Loosing all restraint, Alexander leans to her ear, biting it and whispers huskily “since you're so eager, then don't blame me for being unrestrained”. He sucks her neck, bites down, “ahhhh ummmm” Sophia squirms in bliss. His hand roams her soft body, his head leaves her neck as he kiss his way down to her collarbone and down to her twin peaks. He latches unto one of her breasts, sucks and swirls his tongue round her erect nipple. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Rebirth from Ashes” weaves love, betrayal, redemption, and new beginnings into a captivating narrative.

“Trashy ex wants to talk. He has sent a message inviting me to dinner. Should I go?” His reply in hm irking her. "Ouch…. That hurts!” She licked his bleeding lips, "Can’t help. I’m a lip biter--WOW!” Turning over he pinned her hands to the bed, “And I swear I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name forever....... Is this better?” ****** Sitting at the position of Secretary-General at the ministry of women and child affairs, Zhao Suyin was not someone to be messed with. Her razor-sharp tongue laced with sarcasm became her deadliest weapon against the evils. Dr. Wang Shi, a single father, and a renowned surgeon was anything but cold and aloof. His amiable personality combined with his killer looks and enormous wealth made him a dream man. A story of two imperfect people..... one a divorced woman and the other a single father. What will happen when their paths collide? What will happen when Suyin would know the heart beating inside Wang Shi's son belongs to her own son? Will the sparks of affection happen and continue even after knowing the truth? The story where the two falls for each other but the bitter truth separates them..... A journey of fighting against the organ traffickers to bring justice for the dead. A journey of making tough decisions. A journey to make choice between love and revenge. ****** Join me on discord https://discord.gg/RudqR3q The cover is edited by me, but the photo belongs to their respective owners. I have no right over this photo. All credits belong to the owner.

The final, venomous echoes that reached his ears were laced with sorrowful cries, "I shall seek you out once more, and you will atone for the slaughter of my kin. Not even the grave can shield you from my fury." ******* Silas appeared to possess it all: a devoted girlfriend, loving parents, and a steadfast best friend who kept him grounded. He was navigating the labyrinth of college life, aspiring to earn a doctorate. Then, fate twisted its knife. One fateful day, a beguiling figure emerged from the shadows of an alley. A lifeless form lay sprawled upon the frigid concrete, blood trickling from her lips, shimmering like rubies beneath the pale moonlight. Her eyes, a haunting shade of crimson, held a universe of secrets, countless revelations, yet devoid of any trace of humanity. This enigmatic girl, known as Keira, was the last of her lineage, her family brutally extinguished by the hands of a former lover. For centuries, she has wandered the earth, seeking the reincarnation of the one who betrayed her in the most despicable manner. Those aware of the supernatural tremble at her name, for death and despair cling to her like a relentless shadow, a malignant curse. Will they unravel the enigma of their shared, sorrowful history before the sands of time run out, or will Keira thirst for vengeance and her obsession with Silas spell doom for them all? Can they uncover the truth behind the massacre of her family? Was Silas the traitor, or does a deeper tale lie hidden in the shadows?

"Julian, I'm here for you," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper. Julian's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "Emily, you don't know what you're getting yourself into," Julian warned. Emily's heart pounded. "I'm willing to take that risk." ... Julian's face inches from hers, Emily felt the tension build. And then, Julian's lips brushed against hers, sending sparks flying. The kiss deepened, Emily's senses reeling as Julian's lips claimed hers. Time stood still. But suddenly, Julian pulled back, his eyes tormented. "I'm sorry, Emily. I shouldn't have done that," Julian said, his voice laced with regret. Emily's heart ached. "Why not?" Julian's gaze dropped. "You deserve better than me." Emily's hand reached out, her touch gentle on Julian's cheek. "You're worth saving, Julian," Emily whispered. Julian's eyes flashed with surprise, and for a moment, Emily saw a glimmer of hope. ..

Mariëlla’s heart raced as she locked eyes with Amar across the dimly lit room, tension crackling in the air like electricity. “You think you can control me?” she spat, her voice laced with defiance. Amar leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t need to control you. I just need to keep you alive.” What started as a thrilling vacation in Brazil spirals into a nightmare when Mariëlla is coerced into smuggling cocaine back to the United States. Upon her return, she finds herself ensnared in a treacherous criminal web, with Amar assigned as her relentless guardian. Their first encounter ignites fierce animosity; they loathe each other, yet an undeniable chemistry simmers beneath the surface, turning their interactions into a volatile mix of conflict and attraction. When a high-stakes operation leads to a lucrative payoff, Mariëlla and Amar engage in a reckless wager: if Amar is still single by his 30th birthday, he will marry her. What begins as a mocking challenge evolves into a dangerous game where their emotions run wild, blurring the lines between hatred and desire. As they navigate their chaotic lives, both Mariëlla and Amar engage in a toxic game of sabotage, determined to ruin each other's relationships out of spite and jealousy. Whenever one of them gets close to someone else, the other strikes, leaving a trail of chaos and heartbreak. They lash out, never admitting their true feelings, as their rivalry deepens. How long can they keep their feelings buried? And what price will they pay for a love they refuse to acknowledge? In a world where trust is fragile and passion can be deadly, their relentless battle might just lead to the most unexpected outcome of all.

“Where am l?” As my consciousness gradually returned, I found myself struggling with a tremendous sensation of disbelief. The world around me had changed, and I gradually realised that I had been reincarnated in a novel I had read in my past life. “...” “I am marrying... whom you said?” The gravity of my condition became clear when I discovered a surprising truth; I was about to marry none other than the story's wicked antagonist. It felt as if fate had conspired against me, delivering a never-ending torrent of disaster. “A villian?” In the face of this seemingly overwhelming situation, a glimmer of hope crossed my thoughts. Could it be that this twist of fate contained unexpected consequences? Perhaps, amidst the complicated journey that was ahead, I would discover untouched realms of joy and fulfillment. Alas, life is a tapestry woven with both beauty and regret, and the path before me promised no shortage of challenges. “I'm sorry...” “Why are you sorry?” he, the villian spoke, his voice laced with a hint of sorrow.

When the portals between the 3rd physical dimension and the 3rd astral dimension are reopened. ***** "There's no point in living, it's better to die." "Just end it. Throw yourself in front of that train." "I can help you get rich quickly." "Give me your soul, and all good fortune will come your way." At the age of, Fifteen years Saka began hearing sinister whispers. They worsened after the death of his parents and the bankruptcy of the business. Not only did he hear these dark whispers, but Saka also often saw wisps of thick, black smoke that morphed into human-sized, grotesque creatures. Sometimes, their bodies were laced with glowing red veins. In addition, he frequently encountered a lion and a wolf lurking outside his house. Everything Saka saw and experienced was connected to his soul mission. He wasn't alone in this, there was SEKA, a group of individuals who shared the same mission. Together, Saka and the other SEKA members fought to save human souls from demons.

[Warning… Mature content.] Seventeen years old Silja Castemont, a beautiful, prideful, and mysterious princess of Atlanea. The simple life of Princess Silja started to fill with questions a few days before she approached her eighteenth birthday. Series of horrible dreams and unusual events made her simple life complicated. But that wasn't all. She didn't know her act of helping an old guy would turn out to be a ticket to attend a bride choosing ceremony of the prince of the biggest kingdom of North. What will happen when a princess is forced to attend the ceremony by the groom's Father? Will she be able to find a way to escape this marriage? *** Donovan Regalhelm, eldest Prince of the Northern Empire. Handsome, powerful, cold-hearted, Evil. His father forced him to choose a bride before his 28th birthday. What will happen when a cold-blooded prince sees something interesting when he meets Princess Silja for the first time? He forced her to marry him by all means but the reason behind it wasn't love. What was so special about the princess of the small Atlanea kingdom? ***Excerpt*** The bride, dressed in a white wedding dress, was sitting inside the decorated wedding chamber. Soon the door opened and she heard the heavy footsteps coming closer. Silja lifted her head and saw his handsome profile hidden in the shadows. "Stand up." He ordered in his usual heavy indifferent voice. Silja gazed at him for a moment with her misty hazel eyes but followed his order anyway. The dress was heavy, making her movements clumsy. "Striped." He ordered as she stood up in front of him. "Huh?" Silja snapped her head and looked at him in shock. "I said, stripped all the clothes." He repeated The girl was so shocked that she couldn't react. "Ohh do you want me to help you? What a naughty princess we have here." He moved his feet and started to walk around her in a circle. He stood behind her and moved his fingers in the air and with movements of his hand the laces of her dress started to loosen up. Silja felt her dress loosen and hastily tried to secure it. He came forward after opening all the laces from behind. And with just another snap of his fingers the dress fell on the floor. "Nooo" The girl's eyes were filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. And in the next second all the fear disappeared from her eyes and rage took place. In the next second the cloth on his body caught fire and the ashes flew in the air. "Interesting." He smiled like a devil. ### Hello, guys. Please support the book and add it to the library. # Cover edited by ImagineTishaD. The picture doesn't belong to me credit goes to original creat Anna stokes.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. In the blink of an eye, Su Yang's world turned to darkness as a truck staggered towards him, bringing an abrupt end to his life. To Su Yang's surprise, instead of an eternal void, He awakened in an unfamiliar room. As Su Yang stumbled to his feet, He couldn't help but notice the silver strands cascading down his reflection in the mirror—a stark contrast to the familiarity of his former self. A sense of bewilderment filled the air as he took in the surroundings, realizing that this was not the world Su Yang once knew. It wasn't just the change in scenery that caught his attention; it was his huge breasts, beneath the surface of the pink nightgown with a v-neck lace trim highlighting the gap between those huge breasts. He hesitantly examined himself, and there, in the nether region, undeniable alterations had taken place. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Questions flooded Su Mu's mind. "How did this happen?!" she was turned into a beautiful woman with a perfect figure that could make anyone fall for her. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"

Description:* In a world of crime and corruption, Alice Menzo reigns supreme as a ruthless and feared mafia boss. With her sharp mind and brutal tactics, she rules her empire with an iron fist. But when a bloody night of violence erupts, Alice finds herself at the mercy of her enemies and fighting for her life. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of gang warfare and personal vendettas, Alice's loyalty is tested and her secrets threatened. With the help of her trusted right-hand man, Luke, and the skilled Dr. Lewis, Alice must outsmart and outmaneuver her foes to survive. Later, Dr. Lewis walked to the parking lot and was about to get into his car when a gun was pointed at his head. He recognized the voice of the person in the hoodie as feminine and soft. "Don't move," the stranger yelled, her voice laced with haste. After a minute of pause, Dr. Lewis finally spoke, "What do you want from me?" Alice demanded, "Get in the car!" as she pushed him towards the door. He didn't move at first, but she poked him in the head with the gun, and he instantly opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Alice followed, still holding the gun to his head. "Now drive," she demanded.

At 35 weeks of pregnancy, I had an induced labor and the child died. My husband said that I should take good care of my body, and we hadn't had sex for more than a year. During this period, he took meticulous care of me and comforted me, saying, "As long as we live a good life together, nothing else matters." Until I accidentally saw the WeChat messages between my husband and an intern. "Will you accompany me on our anniversary? Today happens to be my ovulation period~" "I bought the lace you love the most. Waiting for you." The last message was a kissing emoji.

Zaroon Khan, 26 years old, hardworking, Workaholic, Introvert, Software Engineer, Kind Hearted, CEO of his Startup. Zehra Shaikh, 23 Year's old, Studying Medicine in the final year, With pure soul, Generous & Lively Person. She is a heavy sleeper. He is insomniac. She is Foodie. He is Health conscious. She is Extrovert. He is Introvert. She is Childish. He is Mature. She is Cheerful. He is Calm. She is Short Tempered. He doesn't get angry easily. Two different personalities, Two different persons, complete opposite of each other. When these two opposite poles will meet will they attract towards each other? If yes will their attraction last for long due to different thinking and personality? This is all game of destiny when they two get married while for one it is arranged marriage we can’t say the same for the another one!what will happen when the problems of life will strike upon them! Will they be able to solve their problems together or they will pull apart? Follow the Journey of Zaroon and Dr.Zehra who will face laughter, sadness, tears, love, misunderstandings all together. Will their love will be greater than their opposite personalities and thinking? ~*~ He made a confused face but when he looked at her face which was Looking like she was hardly controlling her laughter. "You made me a fool?" He asked still confused,on reply she laughed out loud on him. "I am sorry,but your expressions were worth it!" She said removing a small drop of tear from corner of her eyes due to her laughter. He smiled looking at her who was laughing without a care in the world. But he soon came out of his world, his eyes twinkle as mischievous ideas came into his mind. He came in front of her where she was standing and slowly raised his hand, he brushed her hair strands which were on her face, and kept them behind her ear while doing every movement very slowly. Zehra closed her eyes on the feel of his touch. Her skin started to tingle where his fingers touched her cheeks till behind her ears. "Zehra" he said in whisper on which she opened her eyes only to met with Black charcoal orbs which were staring at her intently. "Hmm" she hummed lost in the intensity of his orbs. "Even I couldn't find it!" He said still in whisper,she got confused as in what he couldn't find. ~*~ "Shut up, just shut the hell up." He yelled at her bringing more tears in her eyes and he started pacing around the room. "Listen... Listen to me" She spoke in a whisper making him more furious. His eyes have become red and his body started shaking due to the anger boiling inside him. "If you want to explain your filthy sentence which you just spoke then it would be better if you would not speak at all" He again said in the same voice making her cower back in fear seeing his state, hearing his loud voice his mother rushed to their bedroom. She was shocked to see her crouched on the floor. "What happened? Why are you Yelling Zaroon?" Aabiya shouted at her son and took her daughter in her motherly embrace who was already a crying mess. "Ask your daughter, she has gone mad" Zaroon again spoke, anger lacing his voice making Zehra fear him. "Lower your volume, Zaroon" Aabiya spoke sharply to her son who doesn’t seem to have any kind of effect on her words as he was still pacing around the room while pulling his hair strands. "Handle your daughter, I am going" ~*~

[A Regency Era novel, #vengeance #weaktostrong #heiress #loveaftermarriage #noblefamily #dramatic #betrayal] "Lady Blanchard," the Marquess of Canterbury announced, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he swept off his cocked hat and handed it to the waiting butler. He then stepped into the drawing room, his eyes immediately falling upon her. The cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table suggested that she had been waiting for his arrival for some time. "What a surprise," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you require anything from me?" "Indeed, Your Grace," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her proposition. The Marquess's amusement vanished, replaced by a flicker of suspicion. He crossed his arms in a haughty manner, his posture demanding an explanation. "And what might that be?" he inquired, his voice laced with a cool formality. "I would like to propose," Maggie began, meeting his gaze directly, "a marriage alliance between us." -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Upon her father's untimely demise, Lady Marguerite “Maggie” Delaney Antoine Blanchard was betrayed by the man he loved, Nicholas Cunningham, and the only other relative she trusted, Nicholas' father, Lloyd Cunningham. She found much-needed support in the Marquess of Canterbury, Percival Clement Duane Locksworth, whom she did not care for due to the unfortunate nature of their first meeting, but who turned out to be the lifeline she needed to exact his revenge and regain the Countess of Huntington title. When Maggie offered the Marquess a beneficial deal in exchange for his hand in marriage, would the not-so-charming gentleman say yes? And if he did, would Maggie be able to win the claim for the Earldom of Huntington and retain it within the Blanchard family's ownership? Or would she crumble under the storm of the Marquess's gaze, his presence a churning sea threatening to engulf her whole?

John gets a second chance at life, going back to the time before "The Gate to Another World" appeared. Betrayed in his past life as a pharmacist, he decides he can't trust anyone anymore. So, he opts for a hidden profession, becoming a poison master disguised as a regular pharmacist to everyone else. To the other awakened ones, John is just your run-of-the-mill potion maker. Little do they know, every healing potion he brews is laced with deadly poison. "John, heal me quick... Fuck! John, what did you do to me? Why have I turned bald?" "John!!Why did my penis turn into a mushroom after drinking your potion?" "You guys dare to drink John's healing potions? I saw with my own eyes last time, he threw a bottle of his healing potion and it directly stank a Corrupt Lord to death!" "And that's nothing! I saw a toxic serpent bite John, and guess what? The serpent got poisoned to death by him!" John sneered at the collapsed crowd, "I've said it before, though my potions are free, they come with some minor side effects. Want to get rid of the side effects? That'll cost extra!" ---------------------- Update Daily! 9 AM PST Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Andrew’s voice cut through the stillness of the hallway, sharp and unyielding. “I don’t like you going around with him.” Each word was laced with a fierce determination that Isabelle had never heard before. The timid boy she once knew was gone, replaced by a man of confidence and undeniable strength. Isabelle didn’t flinch, her gaze steady as she met his. “He is my fiancé, Andrew,” she replied, her voice a cool and composed. While her eyes challenged him with a strength of her own. “And you must learn to respect him. He is the crown prince of Labiya.” “Let me tell you, my lady,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath was warm against her lips. His deep, black eyes never left hers, pulling her into his gaze, drowning her in it. His voice was a low, seductive growl as he pressed her even further into the wall, their lips a whisper away from touching. “My crush vanished before I could even tell her how I felt, before I could confess,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “But the truth is, Isabelle, that crush was you. It’s always been you. The one I fell in love with. The one I want to fu#k. The one I want to kiss. The one I want to touch. The one whose calm, collected facade I want to shatter.” This is a slow novel, where the story and character development are given importance. Andrew is a farm boy who lives with his frail uncle, and his life has been a mystery even to himself. He wants to know many things: how his mother died, who Lady Isabelle is, and who he truly is. Has he always been just an ordinary farm boy? What is the motive behind the escort to the Moon Manor? Read about how a kind and helpful boy turns vicious and evil for one woman, and how the darkness he once feared becomes his comfort.

"You think I'm obsessed of power?" He took one step forward towards me, my whole system stiffened. My heart drum inside my chest and my breath hitch with excitement and fear. "Seems like it," "There are two things I'm obsessed of," He held me tightly as he wrapped his rough hand around my wrist. I tried to wiggle free against his strong hold. "I... I don't care," my voice came out ghastly. "One," the thickness of his voice laced through my skin. "You are my obsession," "Two..." He slurs. "Pinning you in my bed, chained, and screaming my name from unbearable pleasure until you past out." And his eyes have become so dark, they would be able to swallow me whole. "You're a nutcase," my lips quivered as his fingers trailed against the small part of my neck. "You, in my bed, legs spread wide open...chained and screaming my name until you beg me to stop." His adams apple bobs in his throat as his hand tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You like that about me, my unhinged mind and how I f*ck you rough my love, let me remind you of that." My breath deepened and I fought the need to kiss him or lick my lips as an invitation. ************** Shiloh battles against her complicated life everyday. Being a part of weak witches in their town she is known to be dumb and mute girl who sells faulty potions for a bag of elixirs while her brother is thriving in the famous academia. Yet one night her peaceful life came crashing down. She was kissed by a vampire! She was intoxicated and addicted to the man's sweet lips. But her addiction is fatally wrong for vampires are being hunt and killed for 'safety'. What will she do when the man in the alleyway was a part of her past? The man who loved...and killed her.

"You want this Viv. Don't you?" He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced. “Stop please,” I cried. I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat. He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris. “Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me. "Yes,I want it" I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?

Enhanced Blurb: Yuan Li, a skilled logistics officer in the modern battlefield, finds himself transported to ancient China. He awakens as the son of a minor official and is sent off by his tearful parents to the Prince Chu's Mansion, where he is to marry the ailing eldest son in a desperate attempt to bring him good fortune. On that fateful day, Chu Hechao, the second son of the Prince Chu, returns from the battlefield in a whirlwind of dust and blood, his armor still unremoved. He takes his brother's place at the wedding ceremony, exchanging vows with Yuan Li under the heavens. Yuan Li, inhaling the scent of blood and earth that clings to Chu Hechao, senses the aura of a dangerous individual. That night, Chu Hechao insists on sharing the nuptial wine with Yuan Li in his brother's stead. Yuan Li, his smile gentle, extends the cup, "General, please." His slender fingers, as pale as jade, grasp the goblet, while his long eyelashes flutter against his handsome face. Chu Hechao regards him with a sardonic smile, then downs the wine in one swift gulp. Half a month later, the eldest son of the Prince Chu succumbs to his illness, and Chu Hechao abducts Yuan Li, whisking him away to the borderlands on horseback. Yuan Li's Contributions in the Ancient Battlefield: Yuan Li's expertise shines through as he transforms the ancient battlefield: • Cultivating crops to ensure a bountiful harvest • Raising livestock to provide sustenance • Clearing roads to facilitate transportation • Establishing medical facilities to care for the wounded Yuan Li's tireless efforts transform the military camp into a thriving hub, earning him the admiration and gratitude of the soldiers, who view him as their lifeline. The Smoldering Tension Between Yuan Li and Chu Hechao: Amidst this backdrop of progress, a simmering tension brews between Yuan Li and Chu Hechao. Chu Hechao, the enigmatic and formidable general, struggles to reconcile his growing affection for Yuan Li with the circumstances that brought them together. "It was I who married you," Chu Hechao grits his teeth, suppressing his anger. "It was I who drank the nuptial wine with you. It was I who shared your wedding night." "Perhaps you should look my way," Yuan Li suggests, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. Their dynamic is a captivating blend of strength, attraction, and unresolved conflicts, adding depth and intrigue to the narrative. Overall, "After Being Abducted by the General" promises an engaging and heartwarming tale of love, self-discovery, and nation-building, with a touch of tantalizing tension.

In the shadow of tragedy, Meredith's world crumbled like a fragile sandcastle, swept away by the merciless waves of fate. With her mother's demise echoing in her soul, a sinister revelation emerged – her father had gambled away their fortune, leaving behind a staggering debt that clawed at the edges of her existence. As if scripted by the cruel hand of destiny, Meredith's father fled, abandoning her to face the financial tempest alone. The burden of survival rested heavily on her young shoulders, and the weight threatened to shatter her resolve. But amid the debris of despair, an unexpected lifeline emerged, weaving an enigmatic twist into the narrative of her upheaval. Paris, the city of love and lights, became the backdrop for Meredith's metamorphosis. Yet, the glamour of the French capital remained elusive as her modest budget clashed with the city's extravagant reality. Shelter, a basic human need, became a luxury she could ill afford. Then, like a subtle melody in the cacophony of her turmoil, Matthew entered the stage. A peculiar proposition danced in the air – he offered her a room in his apartment. However, fate, in its mischievous playfulness, cast Matthew as a central figure in a drama laced with bitterness. Matthew, the ex-flame of her closest confidante Maria, was the embodiment of a past Meredith despised. The lingering embers of their tumultuous history sparked a tension that crackled beneath the surface. Would Meredith swallow her pride, her disdain for Maria's ex-lover, and accept the refuge offered by this unexpected ally? Or, would she face the unforgiving streets of Paris, choosing solitude over the discomfort of cohabiting with her nemesis? As Meredith contemplates this paradoxical predicament, a curious metaphor unfolds – fire and water forced into a reluctant alliance within the confines of a shared space. The sparks of their clashing personalities promise a spectacle, a sizzling fusion of passion and cool detachment. In the heart of Paris, where love and defiance dance hand in hand, Meredith and Matthew find themselves bound by circumstance, fanning the flames of an unlikely companionship. Yet, beneath the surface of this unconventional arrangement lies the question that lingers like an unspoken secret – can Meredith, the fiery protagonist scarred by her past, find solace and redemption in the proximity of her watery counterpart? The streets of Paris hold the answers, echoing with the footsteps of a young woman navigating the intricate alleys of loss, pride, and the unforeseen chemistry that ignites when opposites collide.

"Have you ever lied to me crown prince?" A woman with soft brown waves spread on the grassy field asked. She was staring at the peaceful moonlit sky, enjoying the calm company of the man beside her. If she turned her head to look into his eyes, she would have noticed a momentary flicker in his eyes. "You think I would?" The slender man, caressed her head gently as his husky voice fell into her ears, filling her face with a gentle smile. She raised her hand to touch his defined jawline. Under the Petalwood both of them exchanged a loving look between each other. --------------------------------- "You hate me." He wasn't asking. He stated facing the woman he just couldn't stop loving. He felt helpless as the icicle turned sharper and sharper before finally piercing through his heart. Yet he was unwilling. Unwilling to hurt her. And at this point he couldn't defend himself without hurting her. Her eyes that had always gazed back at him with nothing but indifference and hatred, made him feel clueless. "They say eyes never lie. They must have never seen yours." She spoke coldly, a mocking smile lacing her lips, as she pushed the icicle further with her ice essence. Author's Note - Cover made by AI

**Synopsis:** In the shadowed corners of Sicily's power struggles, a story of love and vengeance unfolds. Pete Chalermchai, the revered mafia boss, rules his empire with a blend of fear and respect. His world is one of unspoken oaths and deadly promises, until he meets the enigmatic Yihwa, his niece-in-law, whose presence threatens to unravel the fabric of his tightly woven life. Yihwa, a woman shrouded in the innocence of youth, carries a lineage soaked in blood—she is the daughter of Pete's fiercest rival, the man who orchestrated the murder of Pete's mother. Yet, destiny weaves a complex tapestry, revealing that Yihwa and Pete were lovers in a past life, their connection unbroken by the passage of time. Their love rekindles amidst a backdrop of silent wars and whispered secrets, a flame that burns too bright in the darkness of their reality. Pete, a man carved from the stone of duty and honor, finds himself at a crossroads where every choice is laced with betrayal. Yihwa, born from the enemy and yet the keeper of Pete's heart, stands as both his greatest weakness and his ultimate redemption. "Fire of desire the series" is a novel that delves into the depths of a forbidden romance, set against the relentless drumbeat of ancient feuds and modern-day mafia politics. It is a tale that questions the very essence of fate and asks whether love can rise from the ashes of a past scorched by hatred and revenge. don't forget to like,vote, and comment instagram account:snuggle_bunny_girl01