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The apocalypse has arrived, unleashing monsters across the globe. Jeremy, a high school student with a past life as a mercenary, awakens to an SSS-tier ability known as "The Eye of Omniscience." This power allows him to perceive hidden cues invisible to others. [There's a silver treasure chest in the room to the left. Opening the chest with your foot guarantees a 100% chance to obtain a silver-grade item!] [There's a hidden boss in the girls' bathroom. Defeating it with a sanitary pad will surely drop a rare skill scroll!] [Slapping the job-change statue 99 times during your job change will unlock the hidden class "God Desecrator"!] While the rest of humanity is still living in fear, Jeremy has already obtained various god-level rewards thanks to his Eye of Omniscience. While others are still figuring out how to survive the apocalypse, Jeremy has already reached the pinnacle of humanity, confronting the gods themselves!

〔Congratulations, for mating with a Queen Bee you got a new achievement: ”Not a virgin”! Your reward: “Drone Consort” title.〕 ‘Hey! I wasn’t a virgin even before this, system!’ Imagine that you lived a painfully average life and died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered, giving you a second chance in another world. There, you became a consort of a beautiful, big-chested queen, and your only job is to have mind-blowing sex with her so she could have thousands of your adorable daughters. In return, you can live in peace and luxury for the rest of your days. Which means, for about two months! Because I’m a bee. And my queen is *also* a bee! And bees don’t live for long. The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop and grow my bee colony—a hard task in this huge and dangerous world. There are giant hungry beasts at every turn, other insect tribes—each more murderous than the other—and natural disasters to top it all off. But I have a hundred thousand adorable daughters, some actual brains, and with superior genes given to me by my system, we will be unstoppable! === https://discord.gg/b9Gj8GRQuC Note: no NTR, harem, incest, or outright smut. Updates: 2 chapters/day, right after the reset. Reply to author's pinned review if you have questions. Discord is up! -> https://discord.gg/b9Gj8GRQuC Boosty page to reach discord link easier -> https://boosty.to/garessta

“I, Edwina Streak-Ridge of formerly of Silverstreak Pack…” spoke Edwina. Aaron knew what was coming. “No, no, stop! You cannot.” But Edwina ignored him. “…adopted daughter of Everridge Hounds, reject you, Aaron Silvermaw, the Lycan Prince as my mate,” shouted Edwina, tears streaming down her face. A bright light escaped Edwina’s chest and she fell to her knees clenching her chest to ease the pain. Aaron stood before her completely frozen, perplexed. He couldn’t believe what Edwina just said. She was his true love. How could she reject him and why? “Why? Why? Tell me what my fault is?” begged Aaron. Edwina wiped her tears, stood up and simply walked away from him. ***** Edwina was adopted by Alpha and Luna of Everridge Hounds after her parent were killed in a rogue attack. She is not an ordinary wolf, she is the wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She gave her ‘glow’ to Edwina. Everything was fine in her life, she was the most loved, and everyone thought she would be the best Luna but she rejected Aaron and went away from her wolf life. She returned the day her Aaron was about to be engaged to another she-wolf. It broke her heart. But why did she feel bad? She already rejected Aaron. He was free to choose a chosen mate. He was free to live his life his own way.

Zhao Fan gets reincarnated as a villain thus, the journey starts. Protagonist's mom? :Yes sirrrrrrr!!! His grandma? :Yes sirrrrrr!!! His harem? :Yes sirrrr!! Then, how about the protagonist? :Ok, hear me out, let's turn him into femboy and sell him to a twisted group of bandits. ... Tags: Milfs!!! Gilfs!!! Big booty!!!, jade like skin, moon like hair, mountain like chest and hills like ass, lotus feet and long endless legs— Cuckolding protagonists ( Netori, enjoying their mother and harem) — Harem — Cold Mc — Villain Mc— Cool article - Somehow yandere female leads —a good read — iq boosting article. Discord: https://discord.gg/PY4BVUPyPF

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

Ace has always known he was different, rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf, silent his entire life, stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything, the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body, feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"* ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

Mortal flow, no system, space, fairy pet, "Void Tower" brother chapter] ordinary mountain village boy, was his brother and sister-in-law as a cow as a horse, but also sold to mountain bandits as slaves, good at the critical moment to awaken the baby left by his grandfather, and have a good heart of Taoists to save, out of the sea of suffering, I thought this was flat, but did not think that mortals repair fairy this road is not easy to go... ...

When Jesse McGraw and his gang of outlaws crack open an ancient chest, they expect gold—not a death sentence. Marked by a creeping, unnatural brand, they soon realize the chest didn’t just curse them—it’s changing them. Now, every night, the Ghost Riders come. Twisted figures on horseback, neither alive nor dead, hunting them through the desert with glowing eyes and laughter that chills the soul. They don’t just want the chest back. They want Jesse and his gang to take their place. The longer they hold onto the chest, the stronger their powers grow—but so does the curse. As the gang struggles to control their new abilities, they discover that breaking the curse won’t be easy. Somewhere out there lies the key to their salvation—but it’s buried beneath blood, betrayal, and legends long forgotten. And the deeper they ride, the clearer it becomes: if they don’t find a way out soon, they won’t be running anymore. They’ll be hunting. Night is hell. Morning is mercy. And the clock is ticking.

1918. The Western Front is collapsing. A young German soldier wakes up in the trenches, memories fractured, but with a ruthless ambition burning in his chest. As empires crumble and ideologies clash, he sees opportunity in the chaos. War is only the beginning—true power lies beyond the battlefield. With cunning, violence, and manipulation, he will carve his own path through the ashes of Germany’s defeat. History remembers monsters. He will make sure it remembers him. Warning: This story contains themes of war, political extremism, and moral corruption.

Looking at the hollow building with windows wide open-broken, looking like wide eyes Staring at the destruction. He was weak all over as he fought the dizziness, he wanted to stay alive he truly did but the weight of what has occurred few minutes back seems to wear down up on his soul. looking at himself with blood pumping out from his chest where the iron rod has penetrated him looking down to his legs twisted as if ensuring he wouldn't try to walk again. He looked at the pink colored sky with a single word leaving his mouth. " Why". Before slipping to unconsciousness his life and death unknown

Zou Yue jumped to the side, dodging an extended claw of a growling zombie. A pair of warm hands gripped his small waist from behind and pulled him over to a sturdy chest. The same pair of hands slowly groped his chest. “Brother fan w—what are you doing?!” Zou carefully looked up at him. Fan Xui smirked mysteriously at him and removed the huge shades stylishly. A clear pair of eyes met Zou’s challengingly. “since I saved you just now, why don’t you give me a kiss?” “you... you can see!!! Aren’t you blind!!!” Zou Yue glanced in shock. He pushed himself for of his body. Fan Xui laughed out loud, gently caressing Zou’s long black hair. “are you gonna leave me now?,” he continued groping his barely their chest through his girly tank top. “Fuck yeah!! Let go you poser.” he pushed him away and started shooting the zombies outside with renewed passion. Fan suddenly caught his wrist. “You bastard, what are you doing, let go of my hand. The zombies are coming!!!” “Hmm okay,” Fan Xui let go. He swiftly snapped a fluffy handcuff snugly on his wrist, tying them both together. “Now we are tied together for live and death,” “FAN. XUI!! Get this off of me!” Zou growled at him, but the young man just laughed happily. “Sigh, you are beautiful even when you are angry, dear,” Fan Xui whispered and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He gently bit those soft lips and moaned. “Delicious,” Letting go, he slowly waved his hand towards the upcoming zombies and they are reduced to ashes.

CAUTION: (TABOO) Contains material that may not be for normal readers to consume. Zhang Fei was a degenerate looser back on Earth. He was crowned the Coomer King after jerking his way to victory in a twisted online test, only to get sucked into a void and thrown into a xianxia world of qi, sects, and hmm.....pussies. Reborn as a crippled heir, his body’s fucked—useless limbs, cock barely twitching—he’s stuck drooling over jade beauties he can’t touch, until........a window lights up in his life. “Welcome to the Crippled Heir MILF System." "Host! Ready to fuck your way to the top?” Hell yeah, he is. Task one? Get a hand job. His first conquest? A thick-ass MILF who calls herself “Mother,” her massive tits spilling qi-nourished milk into his mouth while she strokes his cock till he cums hard, fixing his broken ass with every sticky spurt. Now, Fully healed, Zhang Fei’s out to steal every jade beauty, fuck rival sect bitches senseless and claim the fat legacy that he is supposed to have. The system dings with every thrust: “Mission: Bang your way to the top. Rewards: Qi Potion, badass moves, and more pussy.” Will he ascend to fuck the heavens or just fuck everything in his path? Spoiler: he’s doing both. Tags: R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action| Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Taboo|

In the shadows of Crystal City, Marlene's life is a delicate balance between mundane days at FreshMart and moonlighting as a cyberware and weapons fixer. Her ambition? To leave her cramped Megablock flat behind for the innovative world of tech engineering. When Marlene submits a prototype to TriColor Corp, she believes her dreams are within grasp. But the path to success veers unpredictably, plunging her into a web of corporate intrigue and underground challenges. In a city where humanity melds with technology, Marlene faces a crucial question: how much of herself is she willing to risk for a better future?

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

Apollo Musashi, the main character is a hard worker. Training each day to get stronger and stronger. He has aspirations of being above everything and has the will to make it happen. With this story I dream of bringing back old Shounen and characters that are mean in just the right way. I've seen many new shows try to make their characters as nice as possible, and although I'm making my character nice, he going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I'm going to try to make the most realistic characters I can make within the confines of this verse. I watch most things nowadays realizing many of these character are just too unbelievably nice with no outbursts and I find that entirely unrealistic. No, I'm not going to have a harem for the main character, because that too I believe is entirely unrealistic from the real world. Without a further adue, I hope you like it.

Living in her car at her place of work, Imogen’s life was far from being great. With a sick mother, a demanding job and stuggling with being homeless as well as flat out broke from the hospital expenses. She didn’t think much else could go wrong. But fate liked to kicked her while she was down, just when she thought she hit rock bottom, she learn the very men she works for are her mates and she is sucked into a world she want no part of, she values hwr humanity and they refused to give her up, instead they offer to fix all her problems, there is just one catch: humans were forbidden in their world, so, to be with them she must give up the one thing she has left, her life.

After a fatal headshot, an ordinary man awakens in a strange, unfamiliar world, alive but with no memory of how he survived. Trapped in a realm that feels like a fantasy novel, he discovers the "Chest Opener" system, which allows him to claim random skills and items by fulfilling the conditions on floating eggs above people's heads. As he navigates this new world, he must unravel the mystery behind his survival, face dangerous challenges, and grow stronger—before his past catches up with him. But with no plot armor to protect him, will he survive long enough to uncover the truth? ____________ NO YURI, NO NTR (It's poison free so give it a try?)

Twelve-year-old Tunde Adeyemi never expected his life to change overnight. When he stumbles upon a mysterious talking Àdìrẹ cloth (a traditional Yoruba-dyed fabric) in his grandmother’s old chest, he unknowingly awakens an ancient guardian spirit. The cloth grants him passage to twelve hidden realms across Nigeria, each representing a different month of the year. To break the curse on his family and return home safely, Tunde must complete twelve daring quests one for each realm.

Theron and Kael have been inseparable since childhood—a clever, sarcastic gnome and a confident, troublemaking werewolf prince. Together, they’ve terrorized their teachers, stolen cookies from the palace kitchens, and declared themselves “brothers for life.” But when Theron accidentally discovers he’s Kael’s fated mate, he knows the universe must have made a mistake. Why? Because Kael has spent years describing his dream mate in nauseating detail: “Big-breasted, long-haired, and so hot they’d melt snow just by walking into a room.” Theron stares at his reflection. Flat chest? Check. Short hair? Double check. Definitely not hot enough to melt snow. The Moon Goddess must be having a bad day. His solution? Pretend he doesn’t know. Ignorance is bliss, right? Hide, Gnomes were best at hiding. Except Kael eventually finds out. And chaos ensues. “You’re my mate?” “Uh… no, I’m not. You’ve got the wrong gnome. Goodbye!” Theron yells, making a break for it. Kael isn’t having it. He chases him down like a wolf on a hunt. “You think you can outrun me? You’re like, three .” “Four feet!” Theron snaps, before getting tackled. Now, Theron is stuck with a mate who won’t take no for an answer. “You said you like big-breasted girls! Look at me—I’m a twig!” Kael shrugs, grinning. “I’ve decided I like twigs.” “What about long hair?” “Yours is short, but it’s cute.” Theron throws up his hands. “I’m not sexy!” Kael smirks. “Not yet. But give me some time.”

Sitting in class Lenna can only think about how much she wants to rip someones heart out. People have red orbs in they're chests. An unquenchable hunger folows her. She is throughed into a world full of questions and mysteries were she is one of them.

Imagine being a guy reincarnated as a female kitsune living in a xianxia world... I want my money back T-T I was thinking of meeting beautiful women not becoming one of them ;-; Why is chest so large, my poor back can't handle it Q_Q Why is there so many perverts in this world!? ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ --- Imagine writing a xianxia novel having no idea how to write one •-• I'll try my best Also the cover art isn't mine :p [[[Indefinite hiatus]]]

Ding! [The Host has died!] A system message popped up in front of Nell's body after his last dying breath. Ding! [Dark Evolution has been activated to absorb the death essence of the host.] And then he opened his eyes to find himself in the past right before the battle started. 'Ah! Am I back to the past?' Ding! [Please choose a partner to start the Dark Evolution process.] [Partner Condition: Must be a living creature from the Monster category, not the Human category] [Partner Gender has to be Female.] 'Partner? A monster?' Nell's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat coming on. 'A female monster?' P.S. Cover isn't mine.

I was betrayed by the person I loved the most. Her cold gaze remains etched into my chest, a stinging memory that haunts me. Everything we once shared seems to have meant nothing to her. I often wonder: did it really have to come to this? The answer lies in the sword pierced through my chest, a cruel reminder as I face the empty gaze of the one who is supposed to be the love of my life. With every step I take towards her, kneeling and struggling to get up, pain courses through my body like poison. Every movement feels like endless agony; my senses fade and darkness begins to cloud my vision. I take what remains of my sword, a useless piece of metal, and get close enough to stab her chest. With my last strength, I whisper, “I hope that if there is an afterlife, I never fall in love again…” Two bodies lie slumped, a man and a woman, trapped in a tragic fate.

The Eternal Slumber Ends Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness. I had long lost count of the years. Decades? Centuries? Perhaps even millennia. The passage of time held no meaning in this abyss. My name, my power, my very existence—forgotten by the world I once ruled. But fate, cruel yet ever-enticing, had not abandoned me completely. A voice—faint, yet unmistakable—echoed through the void. "Oh great one... please... lend me your strength..." Something within me stirred. A warmth, long lost, flickered in my chest. The chains that bound my soul trembled. And in that moment—after an eternity of nothingness—I awoke.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

[Warning: Mature Content] Zuri King's life changes dramatically when Lorenzo Rossi suddenly asks for a divorce. Despite being truly in love with him, she agrees without telling him she is pregnant. For four years, Lorenzo pretends to be dead in an accident and then comes back as Lorenzo Salvatore, the billionaire heir to one of the most powerful families in the world. Lorenzo is now engaged to the arch-rival of her family, while her family wants her to marry the rival of his family. However, Zuri craves only one thing—her ex-husband back, consequences be damned. He is aware that he cannot escape her. He really doesn't want to. He only wants to protect her because she's unpredictable and never plays it safe. What happens when Zuri falls into his world much deeper than ever after she learns the true reason for their divorce and his disappearance? What happens when Lorenzo learns that they actually have a strong tie that they are going to protect at all costs? ~ Excerpt "What makes you think you can keep me here for two days?" He grabs my chin, tilting my head up, and leans in, his face inches from mine. His hot breath washes over me, sending a shiver of excitement crawling through my veins. "Because I have power over you, Enzo," I press my hand to his chest and tease open the first button of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest beneath. "Power?" he asks, his rough voice barely above a whisper, drawing my gaze back to his beautiful face. He looks so curious. So cute! "Out of all the clubs in New York, you chose Cora's. And let's be real, baby boy, no man ditches his fiancée for his ex-wife." I yank his shirt with a fierce tug, sending buttons flying across the floor.

Warning: Mature content. This is a story mainly about Farah Gilbert ( a young girl from Asia---) who comes from a very conservative family which do not believe in love before marriage yet she finds the love of her life in a Mafia leader Ryan Carter. But can be they together when her family comes between them? He slowly came near to me and sat next to me on his bed, took my hand in his hand, and my heart stopped beating for a second. Ryan: I know you also love me, Farah, please don't deny it because of my profession my love. I don't know what I will do, I saw Ryan's eyes, there were some tears and my eyes were also full of tears. He is so sensitive, he loves me but how can I go into his world, my family will never understand my love for a criminal, oh god what will I do? I was just thinking when he reduced the distance between us and pressed me with my back touching the bed and my chest pressed to his Chest. And he said to me a little louder. Ryan: tell me Farah you love me, tell me, Farah! He said this continuously to me until I said to him. Farah: yes! Ryan, I love you, I love you. Read the full story to find out their love story. Warning: short chapters.

Josep frowned as he looked at the few newspapers spread out on the table. In an instant, he understood Annelie's point. Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Josep waved his hand to the guards who were still in the room. ‘Leave us.’ he ordered. As soon as the guards left and the door closed. The atmosphere in the room became more private. Annelie, who had been watching Josep's movements unconsciously, sensed that something was different. Those orderly and deliberate movements, as if the leader was used to dealing with pressure. However, she could not forget what he was for yesterday. ‘All the commotion in town,’ Annelie said, pointing to a pile of newspapers, ‘has one brain behind it. And as Duke, you must immediately arrest whoever is responsible for this mess.’ Josep leaned back in his chair, his seemingly flat face hiding something that caught his attention. ‘So, you believe that all this social chaos has been organised by one person?’ Josep asked in a flat voice. Annelie nodded before continuing, ‘I've read all this over and over again. Although all of these papers were written by different authors and printed in different presses, their writing styles are suspiciously similar.’ Annelie began to point out some examples that could be used as evidence for her conversation that afternoon through the newspaper. ‘The key sentences used seem like they came from a single thought. This is no coincidence, a person or group must be controlling this information to set the narrative in Eldbourne.’ Annelie's continuation made Josep stare at the newspaper calmly. Although in the back of his mind, he knew that Annelie was off the girl's track. ‘When is Lord Harrington home?’ A question that annoyed Annelie because Josep was trying to divert the conversation from a topic that he thought was very important. ‘He should be home. But, what does that have to do with my father?’ Annelie asked in an annoyed tone. Josep did not answer directly. But the young man got up from his seat and walked over to Annelie before looking at her for a moment and saying, ‘I'll take you home.’ Annelie was surprised by Josep's change in demeanour. However, Annelie should not have delved further into the riots that took place in Eldbourne. The events of that day were the gateway that made Annelie always remember the impudence that changed the fate of her life in the future. Which is full of darkness and gripping secrets.