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Gay Sucking The Bulge Bathroom

I TURNED GAY AFTER A DRUNKEN NIGHT

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou
Rosel.ly · 623.8K Views

why webnovel sucks.

I was an author on Webnovel and, surprise surprise, they're a fraud. Don't work for that money-hungry pig of a company; stick to Royal Road instead. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° webnovel's biggest issues. Content Quality Issues Oversaturation of Specific Genres - Excessive focus on harem-style narratives - Overreliance on wish-fulfillment storylines - Repetitive power fantasy tropes - Lack of genre diversity Writing Quality Concerns - Prevalent grammar and spelling issues - Translation quality problems - Limited character development - Poor plot structure and pacing - Overuse of overpowered protagonist tropes without meaningful conflict Economic Model Problems Author Compensation - Significantly low payment rates for content creators - 50% revenue share model (comparatively higher than other platforms) - Unsustainable income for most authors - Limited monetization options Contract Terms - Restrictive contractual obligations - Limited author rights - Lack of flexibility in content management - Potential career implications for full-time authors Platform Integrity Issues Authenticity Concerns - Widespread bot activity - Artificial engagement metrics - Questionable review authenticity - Inflated follower counts Structural Limitations - Limited content formats compared to other platforms - Restricted creative freedom - Focus on quantity over quality - Limited development resources for authors Impact on Writing Careers Professional Development - Risk of creative stagnation - Limited growth opportunities - Potential opportunity costs - Career trajectory concerns Alternative Platforms - Royal Road offering better terms - More diverse platform options available - Need for platform diversity in web fiction Recommendations for Authors Career Planning - Maintain alternative career paths - Avoid full dependency on platform income - Develop diverse writing portfolios - Build platform-independent audiences Content Strategy - Focus on quality over quantity - Develop unique narrative approaches - Avoid common trope pitfalls - Invest in proper editing and revision Platform Usage - Consider multi-platform publishing - Build direct reader relationships - Maintain content rights when possible - Develop independent marketing strategies
DaoistaS1n4l · 796 Views

BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
fluffball · 7.3K Views
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