Dry Humping Hermione

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side. He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man. Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer. From "archery (entry-level)," he worked tirelessly up to "operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged," taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away! From "basic soldier's spear technique," he worked tirelessly up to "National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle," standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million! Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry. Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: 'You... you have really caused me trouble!'

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

When they first met, Tang Wan sighed, “The fifth young master of the Jiang family is just as the rumors said. He’s celibate, aloof, prideful, and is a man to be revered. Unfortunately, he’s so smart that he no longer has any will to live, which made him sickly, and he’s going to die soon… Later on, the fifth young master brought her into his room. When she came out, everyone stared at her in shock. Why was she crying? …… Later on, it was said that the fifth young master returned after he recovered from his illness, and he brought a girl back. She appeared pure and harmless, but underneath that harmless appearance, she was actually a spitfire that offended quite a number of people. But the fifth young master just said, “I brought her back, so I’ll let her do whatever she wants. If… anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.” His best friend gave him a reminder. “You’re going to be responsible for someone from the Tang family?” “Since she came back with me, she’s mine. She’s just a young girl and is spoilt. I have to take responsibility.” After Tang Wan married into the Jiang family, she only had one mission. She must give birth to his children before he died! Meanwhile, the fifth young master was puzzled. “You’re a gentle and shy girl during the day, so why are you so different during the night?” Tang Wan thought. ‘I have to make every second count. He won’t be able to live long.’ After she gave birth to his son and he became one year old, Tang Wan was prepared to become a widow. However… ‘Why isn’t he dead yet?’ Much later, the fifth master of the Jiang family asked her, “I heard that you’ve been looking for my death every day. Do you want to kill me by sucking me dry?”

【Su Shuang, pet literature, abuse of scum, pendulum, strong male and female leads!】 Eighteen-year-old Su Xiaoyu went from being a farm girl from Hua Mountain to overnight, miraculously transforming into Mu Qingli, a wealthy heiress envied by everyone in the village. For her initial return to the wealthy family, Mu Qingli concealed her sharp edges, staying low-key in both her conduct and actions. The six younger sisters born after her rebirth stole the identity and status that originally belonged to her. Her greedy and worthless father, in order to save his biological son, actually conspired to have her heart removed! After her rebirth, Mu Qingli took a high-profile approach to life and to her dealings! Meeting Buddha, she would slay Buddha; encountering a god, she would slay the god! She carved out her own empire! A scheming younger sister? Then let her scheme to the absolute fullest! This life, I'll make it so she would rather die than live! When rebirth meets rebirth, it's either your death or your disappearance! A father who steals hearts? This lifetime, I will personally reclaim yours and return the torment a hundredfold! From then on, the underworld saw the rise of Lord Lili! Treading over bloodstained bones, each step she took was elegant. Lord Lili's methods were admired and appalling to others. The feng shui circle gained a great pendulum master! With a pendulum in hand, she subdued everyone at her feet, regardless of their age or gender. The business world saw the arrival of Boss Mu! Investing, starting businesses, she would manipulate the entire business landscape with a mere clap of her hands. The world of traditional Chinese medicine added an unparalleled genius! With her delicate hands, she could revive the dead and mend bones with her touch. In this life, she would live unrestrainedly and arrogantly! I do as I please! Challenge me if you dare! —— He was rumored to be the most noble man in the whole of China, handsome and exceptionally refined, putting contemporary young celebrities streets behind him, and also the fantasy of countless young women. He was richer than some countries, extremely wealthy, but unfortunately— He was gay! Even China's number one beauty couldn't get close to him. No female creature has ever appeared beside him. Until one day. After returning from Hua Mountain, a gender-unknown little milk dog started following him. From then on, he brought the little milk dog with him to eat, sleep, and attend various parties, where the dog gained fame and esteem in both private and public. Everyone sighed that in this world, one might be inferior even to a dog! Just as everyone was speculating what top-tier prestigious breed the little milk dog was... A renowned zoologist spoke after an appraisal, "Chinese Rural Dog!" The crowd: Sweat! This most noble man once declared loudly: I shall never marry! He said, "A man should have the dignity of a man. How could one stoop beneath a woman's skirt?" When a lifelong bachelor meets a woman who vows never to marry— Sparks fly like dry kindling meeting a flame! An explosion was imminent! Consequently, the face-slapping routine began— "Lili, stop being angry, okay? Shall I be your ride? Shall I sing 'Conquest' for you?" "Lili, I can't live without you." 【Proposal Chapter】 A certain man knelt on one knee, offering a ring and flowers, "Lord Lili, marry me!" A certain woman smiled gently, "Sorry, I vow to never marry." The man with a look of earnest devotion, "Then let me marry into your family. With your surname and my given name, allow me to be your subject under your skirt." The crowd: "......" Dead! Lord, your male dignity is on the ground. Could you please pick it up? Recommendation for De Yin's completed work "National Goddess: Rebirth of an Ace Heiress"

In the distant realm of Shadowfell, a land of ancient harmony between humans and werewolves, the Shadowfell Kingdom flourished under the wise rule of human King Maric and the cunning Alpha King Wulfric Lupercus. Wulfric Lupercus, alongside his Luna Queen Nyla, had four children: Thane the Cunning, Boris the Coward, Dantina, and Remi the Cursed, the youngest and most troubled of the brood. Remi's birth was marred by a deformity and frail health, condemning her to a life of suffering and rejection. Remi's family, including her parents and siblings, treated her with cruelty and disdain, eager to be rid of the ailing child. Her existence was a constant reminder of shame and weakness, leaving her vulnerable to the whims of those who sought to exploit her. The arrival of Kato the Ruthless, a rebel Alpha King determined to usurp Wulfric's throne and wage war against King Maric, presented an opportunity for Wulfric to sacrifice his unwanted daughter. In a desperate bid to forge a peace treaty, Wulfric offered Remi to Kato as a pawn, forcing her into a life of servitude and submission. Yet, Remi's true nature remained a closely guarded secret, hidden even from herself. The only clue to her mysterious past lay in an ugly iron ring bearing the name 'Odessa', given to her by Boris the Coward before Kato dragged her away to an uncertain fate. As Remi navigated her new life under Kato's rule, she began to unravel the mysteries surrounding her past. Sidestepped by her new Alpha, Remi discovered a shocking truth: her hunchback was not a birth defect, but a curse. This revelation marks the beginning of Remi's transformation, as she sheds her weaknesses and depression to forge a new path. As Remi's eyes unlocked the secrets of her past, the shadows that had shrouded her existence began to recede, it is revealed that she is not just a Tribrid wolf, but the Lost of the Last Moon King. The cursed child, once discarded and forgotten, rises to reclaim her rightful place among the wolves. With the weight of her true identity and her power settling upon her shoulders. Kato the Ruthless, begings to fall in love with Remi. But she is too drenched in her quest for revenge against the Lupercus family, who had stolen her heritage and buried it under curses and lies, ready to unleash a fury that would shake the very foundations of Shadowfell and forever alter the course of her destiny. *** "This is my offering to you." Wulfric said. Kato scoffed, disgusted, looking at the young, dead-faced girl in chains, hunching. "Is this some sort of joke? A HUNCHBACK GIRL? What am I going to do with her? Can I even hump her? This is not a gift, this is an insult!" Kato fumed. "She is still a princess, no matter how awkward she might look. She is still my daughter, and i am giving her to you as a gift because she is just as precious to me. " Wulfric said, her brothers and sister behind him snickered. "Even better," Thane began. "She is untouched, chaste. A virgin." "Of course she is. Who would touch her? She looks wretched and disgusting." Kato said through clenched teeth. "Careful now!" Dantina scolded. "She is still my father's daughter. You will not disrespect him this way. " Dantina said. "Take her. Fuck her, sell her, skin her, and make her your slave—any type of slave. I don't care. But just take her; she is yours now, Alpha Kato. The Hunchback princess of the Lupercus Pack is yours. And thus, our friendship." Wulfric smiled. Kato looked at her one last time; she dared not raise her eyes to meet him. ‘Cursed thing’, he thought. “Carl, bring her along.” Kato signalled to his beta. “Father! Father!!" Remi’s voice suddenly burst through. “Please, please. Don’t do this to me.” She sobbed. “Please, da.” But they all just stared at her with smiles. Note **This narrative includes explicit R18+ scenes of non-con, BxG pairings, masturbation, group orgies, harem. Discretion is advised.

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

Yang Qing sighed as he gazed upon the black building that stood tall piercing the skies above with an inviolable aura around it. "The Order sure is black-hearted," he angrily thought as he made his way into the building begrudgingly. The building could be considered his home away from home and a source of endless grief for him due to its unforgiving working hours. The building housed the courtrooms of the Cultivation Order Society, an organization founded to maintain a semblance of order in the ruthless cultivation world of the southern continent who if left to their own devices would sink the whole continent to the ground. Due to how impetuous cultivators were, the cases never stopped. "Yi Jie, what do we have today?" "Two cultivators at the palace realm fought over a treasure and destroyed half of the territory of the blue deer kingdom in their fight, A rogue cultivator is suing the owner of the falling meteor blacksmith shop for selling him a faulty saber that keeps attracting lightning tribulations. A cultivator suffering from pill poisoning is blaming it on the white hilltop restaurant as he suspects they are feeding their spirit beasts pills to make them bigger and fatter. And the last case is 500 families are suing a cultivator by the name of Ren Fu for being negligent as a husband and a father whilst also pilfering their resources dry as he moves from place to place.," Awkward silence ensues........... Join me as we follow Yang Qing in his role as a judge in the Cultivation Order Society with cases and troubles that never seem to end. Fair warning the story has multiple POVs. Re-edited chapter (50/50) Second milestone (62/150) All support matters whether it's power stones, comments, reviews, golden tickets, subscriptions, or those who buy privilege chapters or even lurking readers..I welcome all your support in whatever format it comes in and I thank you for it, It really does mean a lot, especially to rookie authors like myself.

The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured. All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

"Bound by Obsession" Genre: Dark Romance | Billionaire Romance | Obsession Hermione Isabelle Vale, a sharp, ambitious lawyer, never expected her life to be upended by a billionaire with a dangerous obsession. Dylan Alexander Voss, the enigmatic CEO of Voss Enterprise, becomes fixated on her after their first charged encounter at an exclusive party. But Dylan isn’t the type to let go. He wants her—body, mind, and soul. When he offers her a powerful position within his company, Hermione finds herself drawn into a web of power, control, and undeniable attraction. As Dylan’s obsession grows, so does the tension between them, blurring the lines between business and desire. Hermione’s fierce independence is tested, but Dylan is relentless—he’ll stop at nothing to make her his. In a world where obsession is the ultimate power, will Hermione be able to break free—or will she be bound to him forever?

written by help of ChatGPT Albus Dumbledore was her father, or rather, he had adopted her when she was just an infant. She never questioned how she came into his care—until the memories of another life surfaced. She remembered being someone else. A girl from another world, a world where Harry Potter was merely a book series. She had died young, and when given a second chance, she had been granted three wishes. She had wished for magic, the ability to shape her own destiny, and a loving family. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Rosabelle was a Metamorphmagus, gifted with the ability to change her appearance at will. It was a rare and powerful magic, one that set her apart even in the wizarding world. But more importantly, she was Albus Dumbledore's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beloved by the greatest wizard of the age. Growing up in the castle had been a dream, but she quickly realized that being a Dumbledore came with its own expectations. While Albus loved her dearly, he was often busy, leaving her in the care of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. She learned magic swiftly, surpassing her peers with natural talent and a sharp intellect. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a secret she guarded closely, using them only when necessary. When she was old enough to understand the world around her, she realized something chilling—she was living in the story of Harry Potter. A world she once read about was now her reality, and she knew what was coming. The rise of Voldemort, the trials Harry would endure, and the pain her father would suffer. She decided then and there that she would change fate. She would not allow things to unfold as they had before. As the years passed, Rosabelle kept a close eye on the events around her. She befriended Severus Snape when she was just a child, seeing the broken, lonely boy beneath the cold exterior. She tried to guide him toward a different path, hoping he would not make the same tragic mistakes. When Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, she watched him carefully, ensuring he stayed on track without interfering too much. But sometimes, she couldn't help herself. "Rosabelle, why do you always show up when things get complicated?" Harry once asked, frustrated after she had pulled him out of trouble with Peeves. She had merely smirked. "I have a knack for knowing when to be in the right place at the right time." But it wasn't just about protecting Harry. She wanted to make sure that people who had suffered in the original timeline found happiness. She subtly nudged Neville Longbottom toward confidence, helped Hermione Granger embrace her brilliance without isolating herself, and kept Draco Malfoy from falling too far into his family's dark legacy. And then there was her father. She knew what would happen to Albus Dumbledore. She knew about the cursed ring, the painful sacrifices, and his eventual demise. She refused to accept it. If she had been given this life and this knowledge, she would use it to protect the ones she loved. One evening, she confronted him in his office. "I know you're hiding something from me." Dumbledore sighed, his blue eyes twinkling with sadness. "My dear, there are things that even I cannot change." Rosabelle clenched her fists. "That's not true. You always say that the future is not set in stone. If that's the case, then I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself." He smiled at her, pride evident in his expression. "You have your mother's fire." She didn't know who her biological mother was, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Albus Dumbledore was her father, and she would do anything to save him. As the war loomed closer, Rosabelle realized that despite all her efforts, fate had a way of fighting back. Some things seemed destined to happen no matter what she did. But she wasn't afraid. She had magic, she had knowledge, and most importantly, she had people who believed in her. For rosaBelle Dumbledore was not just another piece

Saving people wasn't exactly Shen Yuan's thing, but if you paid him enough to do it, then you'd get yourself a deal. Whether someone lived or died was never his concern, but what end it brought was his job to direct. He was the perfect agent for the military to commission. His job: To wake the great war hero out of his coma. Of course, only after he squeezed their pocket dry did he finally accept. But what would happen if he met his destiny there? And that destiny was the exact thing he was ordered to terminate. Alternate Title: ‘Die for Me’ Schedule: Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at 21:00 GMT+7 A/N: Full story is available at my ko-fi shop page (ko-fi: K_Jira). Your support will help me continue my work as an author and is greatly appreciated!

Petunia married a biochemist, and Harry grew up reading science and science fiction. Then came the Hogwarts letter, and a world of intriguing new possibilities to exploit. And new friends, like Hermione Granger, and Professor McGonagall, and Professor Quirrell...

[Apocalypse x Food Hoarding x Sweet Romance x Female Zombie Protagonist x Super Alpha Male Lead] Torrential rain, typhoons, tsunamis, thunderstorms, geomagnetic disappearance, zombies, monsters, supernatural abilities, and more... Congratulations, you've unlocked the apocalypse storyline! The world is reshuffling, and your survival journey ahead depends on fate, luck, and your own abilities. - While others are still screaming in panic, Xu Duoduo, a survival fanatic, has already stocked up her food storage to the brim! From meat, eggs, and dairy to various canned foods and dry rations, from weapons to all kinds of tools. With her thousand-faced Rubik's Cube space at hand, all supplies are packed and ready to go! However—why did she, despite being fully prepared, turn into a babbling little zombie right from the start?!

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?

Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King. He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built. Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start. Or so fate decreed. As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration. Yet such power comes with a terrible price. How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms? Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew? * "Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience. The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms. "I see dead people,"

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James was a hustler who'd succeeded in retiring early, only for the pandemic to ruin all of his plans. He spent two years locked up inside playing video games and watching movies, only to be spiritually abducted just as the situation started improving. Now his name is Jin and he's a part of the Illusion Room Sect. A cultivation sect that creates scenarios for combat-focused cultivators to hone their skills. In other words, fully immersive video games. Will the gaming knowledge of his past life help him succeed in such a cut-throat world? Will he manage to break his two-year pandemic induced dry-spell? And most importantly, will he ever manage to surpass the rank of cannon fodder?

Have you ever wonder about a myth of dragons, if you haven't , then this is the best novel of you Kyle was cursed with the vampire thing which is a taboo on the society hence he was bound to hide forever and pretend to be a normal person to gather necessities for his family, but lucky run dry on the day his family was murdered by the earth clan that made him loose every string that was holding him up from giving up hence he become an empty book with annoying cover, a book to be laughed at the sight i wish you a nice moments and all i need is your support....IN CASE you loved IF you don't love it, don't insult me, cause it won't change the fact that i am a new comer on this field so please support me and correct me, i am not perfect

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

In the ethereal lands of Elnervale, where the winds had gone twisted through the woodland, Milena Ferlin lives a quiet and graceful life at the farm with her humbling Grand Aunt Dawn, and her curious little cousin Alena. The farm nestled by a short distance from the palace, providing food and supplies for the towering Duke Laurus de Vanstein -a man who values respect, perfection and equality. Milena's days are spent caring for the crops, devouring pages, caring for her little cousin Alena, and visiting the orphanage once a week. Life may be simple yet it was beautiful for Milena. Then the crisis suddenly went crawling in at the Ferlin Farm. Meat suddenly went dry, crops had withered, slowly decaying the farm faster than nature should allow. Until then, the duke himself sets foot in their farm to take care of the crisis -when suddenly he is fascinated by the captivating beauty of Milena which will soon become an obsession of the great duke. Then on, Milena slowly becomes closer to the palace due to the duke's commands, but in return - dark truths starts unravel making Milena confused to whether claim justice or to run away from the web of the duke's manipulation. This stories tells about a conflict of possession and genuine feelings whilst fighting for retribution of Elnervale's Legacy.

Heat, drought, the desert everywhere exuding the smell of death. Under the eerie sunlight, a nearly dried-up puddle suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to emerge, but in the end, it only released a string of bubbles. "What’s this? I’ve transmigrated!” “I’ve turned into a lake? No—a puddle!” “A puddle in the desert, about to dry up!” Oh……No……!

Beep Beep An unfamiliar mechanical sound wakes him up. The silvery orb appears under his almond-shaped eyes. His irish gleam in warm light streaming into the hospital room through the big window. "Ugh" The boy with a thin body, felt a little dizzy as he regain consciousness. His obsidian hair looks a bit messy after being unconscious for three months hospitality. But the one who'd just come out of the coma only felt it's only a split second after his heart stabbed by icy-cold sword. Wait, I'm still alive? As he began to realise that he was still alive, Yue Lian's hand reached to his left chest. Badump The sound of the heartbeat on his chest made him hard to believe. This is unbelievable! Yue Lian began to recall the moment he died. He still remembers vividly, how the sword pierced his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his grayish-dry lips. Although the man face covered with blood and looks like a living corpse with pale bluish skin, but this cannot hide the remaining beauty on his face. It can be said that his face is soft, but not overly delicate, and at the same time exudes an unknown misty allure that would make even a god envious. As the crimson red sky emitting huge orange flame, Yue Lian looks up. His silver orb eyes tremble slightly looking at familliar face. After a moment of silence, he laughs out loud as if his heart had never been stabbed to begin with. "■■■" "■■■" He knew they had a conversation about something at that time, but he didn't know what was said. But even if he can't recall what was he said, he can still feel the deep of sadness in his chest. As if his heart was broken not by other party's sword, but by some unknown reason. Yue Lian tries to recall his memories, but they remain the same. It is as if a mysterious mist blocked half of his memories. And after his death, his soul was somehow trapped in Yue Mian's body. Yue Lian adjusts his thoughts, as he can roughly guess what happened in the past. In his previous life, Yue Lian was once a supreme God who managed the worlds with two other supreme gods. He is the God of Death, who controls the death of mortals, demons, cultivators, or even gods. Because of this power, he's made another god fear and envy him. After remembering his background in his previous life, he was sure that the one who killed him was one of the other two supreme god or even both. He still not sure if the two of supreme god join forces to killed him "Uhm, may I know who are you?" The middle-aged man trembled at his son's polite gesture, as if he was unfamiliar with them. "Don't joke around! I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm different from your father. I won't fall for your tricks, kid." "Father, please don't said that! Mian-mian already in coma for 3 months! How can it be fake?!" "You fool! This is not the first time this brat done this kind of ridiculous ploy" After the conversation between father and son, which was more of a debate, Yue Lian was sure that the original owner was a troublemaker who often played tricks on his family. But still, it's impossible for human personality to be that superficial, isn't it? Like a fire that cannot burn without smoke. Yue Lian still needs to investigate the reason why his soul didn't go to the reincarnation circle, but was sucked into Mian-mian's body instead.

Accidentally becoming a terrorist wasn't on my college bucket list, but here we are. One anonymous post, a bit of dry ice, and a suspiciously trusting browser later, I'm the government's newest "criminal mastermind." Spoiler: I'm just a broke student who failed 11th grade. Now the internet thinks I'm Moriarty's long-lost cousin, my parents are questioning my life choices, and I'm starting to wonder if Nietzsche was onto something about chaos and power. It's not easy juggling tuition, intrusive thoughts, and a reputation I didn't mean to build-but hey, at least I'm trending! If you've ever thought "This can't get worse" and life said "Hold my coffee," welcome to my world.

Alex Lavaigne is the second prince with a thirst for adventure but his social life is a little bit…dry. One day coming back from his (forced) engagement party he encounters a handsome bunny “cosplayer” with a few tricks up his sleeves. Will he follow the handsome bunny or will he be forced to participate in his never ending game?

*"Yet again," Lui Feng thought to himself as the countdown to the new year began. Japan had shown him nothing but hell during his short stay. As a Chinese man living in Japan, he simply did not fit in. *10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1* *"Happy New Year!"* Celebrations erupted around him. People hugged, kissed, and indulged in all sorts of intimate interactions, leaving Lui Feng standing awkwardly in the middle of it all. He forced a fake, embarrassed smile. he was the only one without a partner. "Fuck this," he muttered, slipping away before the loneliness could set in any deeper. After what felt like an eternity of walking, he finally reached his home. For four years, he had lived in this building. The walls were subtly cracked around the edges, the decorations were outdated, and the roof barely shielded him from Japan’s unforgiving weather. He checked his phone and let out a dry chuckle. *"Not like I expected anyone to wish me a Happy New Year,"* he scoffed before hurling his cellphone across the room. But the instant it left his hand, regret hit him, and he rushed to retrieve it, he couldn’t afford a replacement in his current situation. With a tired sigh, he collapsed onto his bed, letting exhaustion and frustration pull him into sleep.

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

Azamir Ternum was stuck early in life at a young age, his father contracted the Vrax plague while on leave of his deployment and his mother took over the family support in his father's declining health. Left with few options to make a living after his father's pension and state loan funds suddenly drying up he is forced to make a decision that will unknowingly put him at the center of planetary strife. He must use his wits, charm, and a bit of sheer luck just to survive life on his own.

# Arranged marriage #Paranormal Romance -She was his sweet peach. His wish. His eternity. His redemption. His to corrupt and his to command. He has and would never love any the way he loved her- Hermione Barclay, an attractive princess suffered a tragic past which caused her to isolate herself, frightened by the presence of people, poor constructions of words... The memory of the vampire boy whom she had once felt safe around remained etched in her innermost self and she fantasized about nothing but him. Years later, a marriage proposal arrived and she was to wed the same man she had always dreamt about, unfortunately, her expectations of him were crushed. He only cared for her because he was asked to, not because he wanted to. Dark and Tragic twists awaited her in her new home, how was she going to survive?