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Mansfield Manor Gay

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 · 610.6K Views

The Midnight Roommate

In a remote, ancient manor hidden deep within a mystical forest, Evelyn, a spirited and independent young woman with an urban style, seeks solitude and a fresh start after purchasing the property at a bargain price. However, her dreams of a quiet life are shattered when she discovers that the manor is haunted by the spirit of Lady Genevieve Blackwood, a noblewoman wrongfully accused of murder centuries ago. As Evelyn navigates the eerie and enchanting world of the manor, she encounters Damien, a mysterious and brooding figure who has been tied to the manor’s tragic past. Drawn together by fate, Evelyn and Damien form an unexpected bond as they unravel the dark secrets surrounding Genevieve’s death. Whispers of betrayal and hidden truths echo through the halls, urging Evelyn to uncover the real story behind the manor’s haunting. As the pair delves deeper into the manor’s history, they uncover a web of intrigue involving powerful enemies, jealousy, and a quest for vengeance that has lingered for generations. Together, they must confront their fears, face the remnants of the past, and ultimately decide whether they can rewrite history to bring justice to Genevieve’s name. Filled with elements of romance, mystery, and fantasy, this tale explores themes of redemption, love, and the fight for truth in a world shrouded in darkness. Evelyn’s journey transforms from a quest for solitude into a daring adventure, where she discovers the power of connection, courage, and the enduring strength of the human spirit.
Already_Dead_4 · 3.9K Views

Rogue Romance: The Assassin's Muse

[WARNING: VIOLENT CONTENT AHEAD] Kill, Bloodshed, Revenge, Vengeance is what his world was limited to. When she appeared, his world went limitless. Nilana, hurt and betrayed by her foster family ran away after poisoning them with a sleeping potion. What else could she had done? They were selling her to a brothel to pay her elder sister's dowry! After leaving the cottage on a windy night, she ought to go to the capital of the Kingdom of Windspire, and start a new life there. On her way there, she meets this mysterious rower who was helping her cross the river. Right then, heavy storm and high waves knocked the boat out. She drowned, wondering if this how her life was to be ended. The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself in a bed of a wooden manor in the middle of a forest. Unsure of how she ended up here, she meets the owner of the manor, All soaked in sweat, shirtless, and holding an axe on his shoulders. He was a young man. The most beautiful young man she had ever seen. Follow the journey of Nilana, a runaway with a hidden past, and Ian, a mysterious wood merchant harboring deadly secrets. When fate unites them in a lavish forest manor, they embark on an unforgettable adventure. As royal intrigues and hidden motives unfold, their love will be tested, and their destiny as Assassin, Prince, and King will shape the future of the Kingdom of Windspire. With thrilling plot twists, thought stopping action scenes, found family bonds, and heartwarming moments, it is a captivating historical fantasy novel that will keep you spellbound until the very last page. EXCERPT - "What are you planning to do exactly, Dem Mari?" His voice was low and resonant. "You-" she stammered and stepped back two steps behind, "You!" She pointed out to him in a yell, "Can you not-" Stuttering, she made her posture straight and reached out for the apron hanging on one of the wall hooks behind him. "Can you not do this? And declare your presence then scare me shitless all the time, mister?!" Her words blabbered out as she took the apron and stepped back. "No." Ian replied. Nilana glared at him, her eyes squinted. "What do you mea-" "It's fun." He snatched the apron from her hands. "Fun to witness your myriad expressions every time I appear like a phantom behind you." P.S THE COVER IS NOT MINE
Myura_Rivera · 396.8K Views

The Ice Immortal Prince And His Jaded Beauty

After spending 15 years of her life trapped in her family’s manor due to poor health, Liu Sihua finally sees a chance to escape when a crack forms in the manor walls. Naive and eager to explore the world, she slips out, only to be captured by human hunters and sold at auction. As a rare Qi gatherer, Sihua is forced into slavery, enduring years of captivity while desperately fighting for her freedom. Her relentless attempts to escape lead to a final confrontation on a cliff’s edge, where, cornered and without options, she is slain in the dead of night. With blood spilling from her mouth, Sihua smiles. At least now, she has found peace. But fate has other plans. Sinhua is reincarnated back to her 15-year-old self, just before she ever left the manor. This time, however, she possesses a powerful Qi Gathering System, allowing her to cultivate unimaginable energy. Determined to rewrite her fate, Sihua sets out to forge a new path. Yet peace remains elusive when the Ice Prince, the third prince of the Warring Continent, sets his sights on her. *** "Your Highness... the young madam used up all the money in the treasury!" "I'm wealthy beyond measure. Let her spend as much as she pleases." "Your Highness... the young madam stripped the eunuchs of their clothes and chased them out of the palace!" "If they offended her, they deserve the punishment." "Your Highness… someone upset the young madam again!" "Who dares?" "It’s the cook! He refused to make sweet treats for the young madam..." After a moment of thought, the prince declares, "Let him and every cook in the continent prepare every treat imaginable until her anger is soothed. Let’s see who dares provoke her next." P.S. Sihua’s hidden talents? You'll have to read on to find out.
Little_North_Star · 21.5K Views

Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.
taipan · 66.9K Views
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