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The Quiet Man Turn Of The Century

Century Of Love [BL]

And then the door creaked open. Startled, Mack’s eyes flew open, and his heart nearly stopped when he turned around. Standing in the doorway, completely unapologetic—and completely naked—was Fred. "Mind if I join you?" Fred’s voice was low, teasing, yet undeniably commanding. Mack’s face flushed scarlet, his hands instinctively pulling up to shield himself. "What the hell are you doing?" he stammered, his voice cracking. Fred stepped into the room with a languid grace, the steam curling around him as if it were drawn to his presence. His dark eyes locked onto Mack’s, a mischievous glint playing in their depths. "You didn’t lock the door," Fred replied, his tone shameless as he stepped closer. "That doesn't give you the right to enter," Mack argued. "Calm down, Mack. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” "Y-you haven’t!” Mack’s voice pitched higher, but his protests were drowned by the heat creeping up his neck and the rapid pounding of his heart. Fred moved closer to him, his proximity intoxicating. Mack’s breath hitched as Fred reached out, his fingers grazing his shoulder before trailing along his arm. "Relax," Fred murmured, his voice smooth as silk. "You’re wound up too tight." Mack’s body betrayed him when he felt his touch. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Fred. Fred’s gaze softened for a brief moment, his smirk fading into something more intimate. “Do I make you nervous, Mack?” Mack’s lips parted, but no words came out. He couldn’t answer, couldn’t think—not when Fred leaned closer, his breath warm against Mack’s flushed skin. "What are you doing, Fred? I-I am your teacher. At least, have some res..." Fred silenced him with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Mack's wet body and moved his hands to his naked butts, pressing them softly as he could, his desires almost coming to the surface. He broke their kiss and with a teasing smile on Fred's face, he said "Well, see who can't resist my touch." Mack became embarrassed and playfully hit his shoulder as he tried to hide his face. . . . . [The picture was taken from Pinterest. If you're the owner and you would like to take it down, kindly contact me on IG: novar_ei. Thank you.]
NovaRei · 648 Views

Last Spear of The Zulu Empire : Bringing the 21st century to Africa

When Major Vusi "Iron Jackal" van Doodmaak, a battle-hardened South African Special Forces officer, meets his untimely end during a covert operation in Mozambique, his death marks the beginning of a new journey. His soul is pulled into an enigmatic abyss, only to be reborn centuries earlier as Senzangakhona, heir to the Zulu throne—a lineage destined to shape the history of Southern Africa. Trapped in the fragile body of an infant, Senzangakhona retains his memories, military instincts, and an unyielding resolve to survive. But whispers of betrayal and supernatural possession swirl around him, endangering his fragile existence. When an ancient power awakens within him, Senzangakhona discovers he is the Core of the Nexus, a mystical hivemind that connects loyal followers to his thoughts, granting him influence but binding him to an unprecedented destiny. Determined not to let history define him, Senzangakhona sets his sights far beyond his tribal homeland. Armed with his modern military knowledge, the wisdom of a soldier, and the supernatural power of the Nexus, he plans to unite the fractured Zulu tribes and elevate them into a global superpower. As political intrigue brews in the royal court and external threats loom large, Senzangakhona must navigate ancient traditions, betrayal, and a world on the brink of transformation. Fusing African history, supernatural elements, and military strategy, The Last Spear of the Zulu Empire : Bring the 21st century to Africa is a gripping tale of reincarnation, loyalty, and ambition. Will Vusi’s second life rewrite the fate of the Zulu, or will the dangers of power and betrayal bring his plans crashing down?
Starsign · 9.5K Views

In the quiet

The heavy rain pounded against the windows, a relentless reminder of the storm raging outside. Inside, Elena stood at the edge of the living room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if the cold could keep the memories away. She had heard the knock at the door, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she could. “Elena.” The sound of her name broke through her thoughts, soft but insistent. She turned, and there he was—Liam, standing in the doorway, drenched from the downpour. His eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn’t name, and his lips parted like he had so much to say but didn’t know where to start. “I didn’t think you’d show up,” Elena said quietly, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. She didn’t want him here. Not now, not after everything. Liam took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to. I couldn’t leave things like this between us.” The words stung more than they should have, but she held her ground. “Things ended between us, Liam. You made sure of that.” He flinched, as if the words were a slap. “I know I did,” he said, his voice tight. “I was stupid. I pushed you away when I should’ve fought for you. And I... I didn’t trust you when you needed me to.” Elena’s heart twisted at the raw sincerity in his voice, but she couldn’t let him in that easily. “Why now, after all this time? After everything that’s happened?” “I don’t have an answer for that,” he admitted. “All I know is that I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you. I never stopped caring.” The silence between them was thick, a chasm neither of them knew how to cross. The world outside continued to rage, but in that moment, it was just the two of them. Elena’s pulse raced, her mind torn between wanting to believe him and fearing the hurt that would come if she let him back in. “I don’t know if I can trust you again, Liam,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. He stepped closer, reaching out like he was about to touch her but hesitated. “Then give me a chance to prove I’m worth trusting.” Elena’s breath caught, her chest tightening as something inside her wavered. For a moment, she could almost believe him. But the scars ran too deep. “I need time,” she said, finally looking away. “I need time to figure out if I can even forgive you.” Liam stood still, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” And for the first time in a long time, Elena wondered if maybe—just maybe—she could let the past go and start again.
Julia_Nbete · 4.1K Views

The Karmic Comeback: Capture the Beast and Turn the Tides

After enduring three lifetimes of hardships and bloodshed, Bai Feiyin was promised with glitters and rainbows in her fourth life by none other than her contracted beast after it ascends. But before she could even achieve her goal, everything went down the drain as she decided not to fall victim into what...? A con-artist's trap?! "What a bull!" Thrown into a backward existence, she can only grit her teeth and pull a hankerchief in rage. Since she can't directly blame the gods, Bai Feiyin swear to get back with her so-called companion beast. "Argh! Y-you treacherous snake! I knew from the start that you couldn't be trusted! I should have roasted you when I saw you dying the first time we met, not signing that sham contract and work with you to ascend!" The anger in her system didn't subside. "You sent me back to my first life? For real? Wow, wow fantastic! What perfect shit!"  She specifically told him not in this life, that despicable man! "So you want to toy with me? Then be it! I will scour the mountains and hunt you down! I don't believe that I go back in time, you, my contracted beast won't go back as well," she uttered resolutely. Face beet red, burning in rage, she stared intently at the pigeon bloodstone inside her palms with a mark of a serpent's slitted eyes. "Those two other lives filled with war and bloodshed weren't lived in vain. Since you've sent me here, I will bury you along with those greedy pigs from the Bai Main Branch who owe me and my family four lifetimes' worth of debts!" Not long after she bemoaned, "Hmm, no hold on." Revealing a bit rather conflicted look, she tried to suppress her ire upon cooking up something like a shrewd mastermind. "On the second thought, just burying Hong with that regretfully good-looking face of his would be such a pity..." she pondered, but very soon snapped with glee. "Fine, it's a wrap! I will capture that little snake and work his ass like he did to me!" Bai Feiyin, looking like a greedy hyena, found her resolved with bright twinkling eyes that casted away the shadows under her swollen eyes. "Let's sell him off to some rich aunties and get lots of dowries!" *** This will include beastmen but in the form of spirit beasts. There's a hint of cultivation but just subtle that's why I didn't add it as a tag. Please support me thank you!
Cloneheart · 37.6K Views
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