Fnaf Stuffed

1. Uniqueness and Appeal of the Story (Condensed) 1. Worldbuilding: Historical Grit Meets Supernatural Spectacle Setting: 1930s America/Europe: Blends Great Depression realities (NYC soup kitchens, corrupt Wall Street alchemists) with occult threats. Nazi "Lebensborn" experiments resurrect through cursed artifacts, while vampire clans like Sanctum Sanguinis manipulate London's underworld. Core Innovation: Merges noir detective drama, Lovecraftian cosmic horror, and vampire political epics into a cohesive "dark fantasy" universe. Protagonist Wayne navigates gangster-ruled streets and eldritch rituals with equal pragmatism. 2. Plot Architecture: Layered Mysteries & Explosive Payoffs Opening Hook: A seemingly routine infidelity case unravels into a cult conspiracy marked by glowing cat eyes and radioactive mushroom-induced visions. The mundane detective office becomes a gateway to hidden wars. Key Conflicts: Personal: Wayne’s quest to find his sister Gwen—a victim of 1935 Nazi experiments—while battling his own physical decay (corpse-like stench, stopped pocket watch). Supernatural: Vampire dynasties, hellish legions, and secret societies (Mirror Sect) clash over the "Living Grail," a sentient artifact granting control over reality. Historical: Nazi occultists infiltrate America using gold-skull rituals; Federal Reserve corruption fuels supernatural arms races. Climactic Sequences: Holy Grail War: Wayne’s ragtag Vowbound Cross faction battles vampire hordes in London, with alchemically enhanced revolvers firing self-guided silver bullets. Leviathan Rising: A kaiju-like beast emerges from Liverpool’s waters, countered by undead dragons and Vatican light magic. Twist Ending: Gwen is revealed as a Nazi-made proto-vampire, forcing Wayne to sacrifice himself as a vessel to seal an elder god—leaving moral ambiguity lingering. 3. Characters: Moral Complexity & Jarring Contrasts Wayne (Protagonist): Flawed Antihero: A whiskey-drinking PI masking survivor’s guilt with sarcasm. His fake "model citizen" diary clashes with ruthless tactics (blackmail, radioactive interrogations). Duality: Protects street orphans while exploiting clients, embodying Depression-era moral erosion. Veronica & Wilhelm: Noble Fugitives: Veronica’s aristocratic German past and Wilhelm’s swastika-etched knife hint at dark histories. Posing as a secretary/gardener, they manipulate Wayne’s investigations. Comic Relief: Wilhelm’s mountain-like physique paired with cat-obsessed campiness ("sailor outfits") offsets existential dread. Antagonists: Preacher Jacob: A vampiric zealot who views bloodsucking as divine sacrament, mirroring Wayne’s nihilism. Dr. Isaac: A Nazi eugenicist weaponizing vampirism, blending scientific rigor with monstrous ambition. 4. Narrative Craft: Noir Aesthetics & Pseudoscience Multi-Perspective Storytelling: Wayne’s cynical first-person narration intercuts with newspaper clippings (Jack the Ripper Returns), cult parchments, and Veronica’s encrypted journals to piece together the puzzle. Stylized Language: Gritty metaphors: "Wall Street fog smells of rusted dreams," "Veronica’s hair outshines Coney Island neon." Symbolism: Bulletproof doors adorned with Citizen Kane posters critique hollow American idealism; cash-stuffed Bibles mock religious hypocrisy. Sci-Fantasy Systems: Vampire "sun weakness" explained as uranium radiation side effects. "Eldritch whispers" rationalized as infrasound brainwashing; hell reimagined as a quantum dimension. Weapons: Rune-engraved silver bullets, alchemy-modified revolvers blending mysticism and tech.

The vast Dream Sea, atop layers of miracles and magnificence, where Transcendents walk the ascendant path guided by their ultimate longings as if by beacons. The supreme beings wielded power, their greatness shining in all directions, ascending to divinity. But even deities were not the ultimate. They too struggled for greater perfection and ideals, endlessly, within the Void Origin, above the Dream Sea. "So... Your Majesty Ybur, as the most powerful Slime in history, what exactly drives you to become stronger?" Many years later, when faced with the question from a Heavenly envoy, Ybur, who by then stood at the zenith of the Dream Realm as the "World Devourer," recalled the afternoon just after his birth when the Creator had stuffed him down a golden toilet and flushed him into the sewers in one go... After a long silence, he spoke with a heavy tone: "It's the toilet. The golden toilet." The envoy: "???"

Abigail’s only crime in life was being born as the mute daughter of the deceptive maid, who drugged her boss and got pregnant for him… or so she thought. All her life she had to serve her stepsister, Genevieve, attending to her every whim. While Genevieve used every opportunity she got to make Abigail’s life hell, even to the point of seducing Abigail’s boyfriend. On the night she resumes college, Abigail crosses path with Jamal Jonas, a heartbroken elusive billionaire, who leaves behind a stuffed animal that belonged to his first love. Abigail keeps the stuffed animal, which stirs her long lost memories. Five years later, Jamal shows up again, but this time as Genevieve's new live-in driver. Working for Genevieve quickly places him near the supposedly mute and intelligent Abigail who he doesn’t immediately recognize, and soon enough, Jamal finds himself pulled in by Abigail's charms. Jamal quickly realizes there is more to her than meets the eye, and there might be more connecting Abigail to his first love than Genevieve.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

When my daughter was young she owned many stuffed animals, two of them were her favorites, one named Sunshine Bunny and another named Pink Bunny. This is a collection of stories about Floppy Ears that I started writing for her when she was about 3 years old. The originals had hand drawn pictures as well. Each story is short and simple, hopefully with a positive or fun message. It allowed me to read her one or two before bed in the evening. Many of the ideas came from the things she would do and say with her own stuffed animals. Some of these are the original stories without the pictures which were written over 20 years ago, some are newer that I added just for fun. This collection my not fit in any of the categories but if you have a kid, they might enjoy listening to them. The idea is to get them thinking, whether it is about a word they don't understand or how they would handle the situation. Have fun with it.

Marisol never imagined she was anything more than an ordinary, broken girl—until her life fell apart. A family that neglected her, the destruction of her beloved stuffed doll, and a spiraling series of tragedies reveal a darker truth: she is a dark seed, an unwitting fragment of a malevolent force known as the Core. Destined to bring chaos and destruction, she is caught between the pull of her own darkness and the world’s desperate attempts to erase her existence. When Eri, a Gothic Lolita demon born from the Core’s influence, emerges from the shadows to protect her, Marisol embarks on a harrowing journey of survival. Hunted by cultists who worship the Core, pursued by a determined scientist seeking to harness her powers for salvation, and haunted by her growing connection to a cosmic battle between light and dark, Marisol must uncover the truth of her existence. Guided by Aiden, a detective whose unwavering belief in her challenges her darkest instincts, Marisol resists the whispers of the Core. But every step closer to freedom pulls her deeper into the eternal conflict between Sylva, the guardian of the Tree of Life, and the Core’s remnants. As the lines between hero and villain blur, Marisol faces an impossible choice: to surrender to the Core’s influence or carve her own path at a devastating cost.

Time: In the near future of 2035, the "emotional apathy" virus breaks out around the world, and humans gradually lose the ability to love and hate. Core conflict: The multinational technology giant "Eclipse Group" has developed an emotion simulation chip, while the underground organization "Seraphim" advocates using extreme stimulation to awaken real emotions. Madness fusion: Cyberpunk x black humor x neurotic aesthetics, using absurdity to fight nihilism. Seraphina Chen (female lead) Surface: Chief "emotional terrorist" of "Seraph", specializes in throwing crying bombs at rich people's parties/holding rock mass in AI churches Secret: Illegal genetic modification in childhood, emotional fluctuations are 100 times higher than normal people (laughing will shatter glass/causing local rainstorms when sad) Behavior madness: In order to sneak into Evander's press conference, he stuffed himself into a giant gashapon machine and rolled into the venue Kidnapped AI priests to hold a confession ceremony for the sweeping robot Evander Blackthorn (male lead) Surface: Cold-blooded CEO of Eclipse Group, who is willing to remove "emotional pollution sources" to promote emotional chips Secret: Suffering from congenital analgesia, relying on self-mutilation to confirm his presence (the inner layer of his suit is sewn with razor blades) Logical quirks: Using mathematical models to calculate the kissing angle: "37.2 degrees is the most ergonomic" Developed a "breakup probability prediction app" but could not calculate the relationship with Seraphina

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.

Megami is a girl that has always been anything but normal. From her past and her body she is even considered crazy due to her mental state but actually is a once in a generation genius when it comes to technology and magic. Now due to her own choices she has to traverse many universe's and even different Multiverse's as she gains and loses power. She has cursed herself to be someone special in every life with no breaks but she never forgets the memories that make her soul. She will walk many paths but on the bright side she isn't alone. She has the excruciatingly painful company of the fantasy existences most powerful (Powerful as in ran with their tails between their legs at the sight of someone more powerful) Gods in the form of their dying incarnate souls. She just can't catch a break no matter what life it is... or multiverse -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Scene from the Novel~ She is broken but undamaged She walks the path of infinite Importance She is her own misfortune 'Why is there a poem about me in practically every lecture? I didn't make that much of an impact did I? all I did was take over a domain because it belonged to me in the first place. I do kind of remember telling my demon assistant about my past lives... I think. Maybe? I have no way to know.' Megami thought as she sat through history class. She quietly and astutely observed the wome- everyone in class, closely waiting for the chance to pleasu- befriend the gir- them. Befriend them. [*BookInfo: It starts as fast paced and complex but it will become bigger and have more complete lives. Worlds will be revisited and I am open to having Megami visit worlds like One Piece, RWBY, FNAF, and any others that you suggest.] (*AN: This is my first book I have written so please enjoy it! Yuki will be happy if you read it! Yuki will be their best to make a cover worthy of you all.) *AN: This book has parts that seem to be skipped over but will be 'Remembered' by the MC at later chapters. An example of this is the Gods Game. The MC will not remember this fondly but is cursed to remember it vividly for a period of time.

credit to author aaelina Dani carries Lily home from school and meets her horny mother Yuriko for the first time, soon enough they are fucking the shit of Lily and each other. All the girls favorite holes are stretched past their limits.

The martial world always remembers legends. There are songs, poems, and paintings dedicated to heroes whose blades split mountains — and villains whose names still terrify children at night. Every generation has its icons, figures whose actions reshape history itself. It does not, however, know what to do with Yeung Ryo. Raised by a master who openly regrets ever meeting him, Ryo is less a disciple and more a walking catastrophe. Part genius, part pest, and pure trouble, his name spreads not through honor or fear — but through exhausted sighs and repair bills. When not being punished for his latest stunt, he can be found robbing rich clans, stuffing his face with stolen buns, or playing hide and seek with his own shadow clones — because why not? With one foot in greatness and the other in nonsense, Ryo has earned a title few in the martial world could ever achieve: The Scourge of the Martial Alliance. Ryo squinted down at the scroll someone had left behind on the desk of the house he had just broken into. “Who the hell wrote this?” he muttered, mouth still full of steamed bun crumbs raining down onto the paper. “Clearly, they got it wrong — I don’t have one foot in greatness…” He grinned wide, voice full of misplaced confidence. “I am greatness!” And with that, he pocketed the scroll, stole another bun, and jumped out the window.

Celestia Aster always knew her luck was terrible, but learning she’s a cannon fodder in an unfinished novel? That’s a new low. On her twentieth birthday, she regains memories of her past life and discovers she’s doomed to die saving the heroine– all for the male lead’s tragic love story. What’s worse? In her past life, she’d paid to read this nonsense! Determined to change her fate, Celestia swears off her family’s indifference, the male lead’s drama, and the pitiful life of a pushover. But just as she starts to set her life straight, her three worldviews are once again shattered. First, her emotionally-constipated father– who once couldn’t tell her from a houseplant– suddenly starts awkwardly doting on her. Then, scheming Brother #1 flips his villain switch and starts sabotaging people for her. Rude Brother #2, the human thesaurus of profanity, now uses his sailor's mouth to curse out her enemies. Even the youngest, who used to look at her like she’d sprout fangs, has turned into a limpet, clinging to her like she’s his favorite stuffed toy. And just when she thinks things can’t get any weirder? The Crown Prince– the overpowered terror of the protagonist squad– decides he wants her… on his payroll. Mom, pick me up. I’m scared…

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.

"damn i am unlucky" that was what went through Alex's head before he died just as he thought it was over he woke up and was given a new chance in a different world but the god who brought him give him a weird affinity. Alex could bring stuffed animals and dolls to live although weird Alex did not care about it and set his sights high wanting to explore and become the strongest along the way.

Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver

Welcome to our Five Nights at Freddy's musical, a journey through the twisted tale of William Afton. Witness his dream of turning fantasy into reality, and the brutal mistake that transforms his life into a living nightmare. Join us as we explore the dark and thrilling story behind the animatronics and the haunted legacy of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

To all those who feel like they are not where they are supposed to be. To those who feel lost stuffed into a world they can't fit into. To those who are lonely and searching for something more. An outlet for those born into the wrong era. ****** Tyrone was as normal a man as any other. He had a complicated childhood and an even more twisted personality that shaped him into a person with a sharp instinct for survival. He wasn't infallible, and he had his lowest points, but like a reflex, he knew what he needed to do to love. But modern society never gave him the chance to be himself. ***** Tyrone, a young taxi driver, found life suffocating and mundane; he had the desire for more but lacked the will to achieve it due to the crushing weight of depression. Living a simple life, trying to make ends meet, he one day has an encounter that changes his life forever. ***** Thrown into a situation he never asked for, Tyrone found himself excelling in skills he always knew he had but his self-doubt never allowed him to accept. A single decision on a normal day turned all he knew about his life, the world, and the morality that bound him upside-down.

Life is like a deck of cards, we have an ace- the excellent ones, the jack-the constantly bullied one, a queen- everyone's beloved, a king- oh the ruler, queen's sweetheart, or anything you call under breath- the fucking cheater! But, rest we are common cards- yup, the number cards which come and go, who cares?! However... There's one card rarest of all, in a deck of 52 only one to be found- the joker! This card has been a show-stopper, which was be anything- I mean ANYTHING- a king, queen, Jack, ace, or a common number! However, many people underestimate this very brutally! Until they know it's worth... But that's a long way, isn't it?! **** The story of a Joker, but a hidden one! Sleeping 20 hrs out of 24! "How is he even human?! " But... A master inside with a brain so strong and work like horsepower stuffed inside his thick skull, yup, he wasn't human, He was beyond human! The human, the joker who is the missing link in the game of survival in the apocalypse that has been settled 17 years ago, Now it's returning at a greater pace, Wait that's in the game! Well, the game has entered the red human realm, expecting blood and a forsaken planet And he... "You can't be serious with this sleepy head!! " Who said he can't win a game?! "Okay, would you prefer sleep or life, the most?! " "Sleep" he answered in certain confidence rubbing his sleepy eyes. Eh... let's see if he...survive or sleep?!

Leo always thought being an adventurer sounded cool. Fight monsters, save towns, maybe get a cool nickname like "The Unstoppable" or "The Guy Who Won't Shut Up About His Earth Bending." But when a sarcastic 12-year-old country bumpkin decides to leave his quiet village behind and make a name for himself, things don't go quite as planned. Armed with a solid earth-bending talent, a complete lack of maturity, and just enough stubbornness to make bad ideas worse, Leo quickly learns that adventuring is less about glory and more about laws, taxes, and surviving giant monsters with rocks for fur. Along the way, he discovers new ways to bend earth (and the rules), learns about fusing with elemental monsters (it's grosser than it sounds), and repeatedly gets in over his head-because, of course, he does

Olá eu sou Darkss vou lhes explicar algumas coisas. A cada cinco capítulo o quinto sempre será uma explicação ou um diálogo e eu os marcarei assim, F para filers e D para diálogos, ok. Existem mais de 1000 raças e espécies de Zhumans ou demi-humans em Azelym. As idades humanas e demicas são diferentes, mas iguais de certa forma ex: 14anos Humano é 140 anos demicos e os números na última casa de unidade é sempre o estado da idade ex: 0 ao 5 é oque seria equivalente a seis meses no ano humano e 6 ao 9 é o mesmo só que no final. Uma curiosidade: você sabia que esse universo todo só foi gerado por causa de um jogo lançado em 2014 de Animatronicos bolados, sim é fnaf, ele foi a fagulha para isso. Diário de apolo é oque eu posso dizer do universo absoluto do mundo de Azelym. Os cinco lendários e o primeiro Roxy, Mileny, Merlym, Evil e Trixy Foxy o pirata. O planeta Azelym atualmente orbita a Terra de uma forma não natural, ex: ele orbita dando um giro de 360 graus em seu eixo e um órbita de 180 graus na órbita da terra, resumindo azelym nunca entra na frente da terra cobrindo a luz do sol, mas tem vezes que ela fica lado a lado da terra orbitando o mesmo eixo em volta do sol. Azelym é um planeta consciente e tem um corpo físico dentro dele vivendo na floresta. Bom, por enquanto é só isso, agora curta a história e boa leitura.

Once the burning form of karma came striking William Afton down; finally ending his murder spree, something unexpected happened. something horribly went wrong. Observe as Both William and Elizabeth Afton adapt to their newfound predicament, making allies and changing their lives to not just survive, not just thrive, but also fix the new problem that has formed within the outskirts of their new home: The village of Animatronica.

Leon had always been an unlikely romantic. Beneath his imposing frame, tattooed arms, and reputation as a street fighter, he hid a secret: a love for romance novels. In a room cluttered with stuffed toys, bookshelves stacked with novels adorned with delicate covers, and a cozy pink pajama set with pandas, Leon was lost in another world. His rough exterior belied a softer side that very few people had ever glimpsed. For Leon, life was full of contradictions. Despite his soft-hearted nature, he had been caught up in the gritty life of a gangster since he was a teenager. It wasn’t something he had sought out, but trouble always seemed to find him. With a face that looked like it was sculpted for brawls, people tended to assume he was a delinquent. Rejected by peers who feared his intimidating looks, and drawn into a gang when no one else would accept him, Leon had played the role assigned to him, even if it wasn't the life he truly desired. Then, one night, during a gang war that should have been like any other—full of swinging fists, snarling threats, and rules about keeping it to fists and blades—a gunshot echoed. Leon felt a searing pain in his head. The world tilted, then everything went black.

Naegi and 15 other crew mates trapped on a spaceship and try to find a way out, Suddenly, a stuffed cat appeared and claimed him as their headmaster. Will Naegi and the rest of the team survive the killing game?

Fang Cheng was pierced in the heart. Fang Cheng was stuffed with garlic. Fang Cheng was cut off from his head. Fang Cheng was dragged to the sun. Fang Cheng was shattered by the angry enemy. Fang Cheng was resurrected and opened his hands to the enemies: "Actually, I am not a vampire!" The crowd roared: "I believe you ghost! --- I'm not the original author of this, I'm just a translator. change the original title cause I think it's not catchy enough original title "Immortal I had to pretend to be a blood clan" official link https://m.qidian.com/book/1024222253.html

Six weeks pregnant. Shellshocked, I was riveted to the spot by the three words that appeared on my ultrasound report. It only happened once! How did I get pregnant? What should I do now? Should I tell Ashton about this? Will he refuse to divorce me because of this? Nah, I doubt it! He’ll probably think that I’m shamelessly using this child to blackmail him. Suppressing the frustration that was rooted in my heart, I stuffed the ultrasound report into my bag as I made my way out of the hospital.

He Miao transmigrated into a book, becoming the ugly, foolish female supporting character who behaved crudely, no thanks to being raised in a village. She kept hovering around the male lead and eventually provoked the female lead, who had a System, and was cheated into losing her company shares. Her own father married her off to a violent, abusive husband, and she ended her life as cannon fodder due to one of his violent fits. To avoid that tragic end, He Miao made two choices. The first was to escape the He family as soon as possible, while the second was...Asking the male lead out for a meeting, she told him, "I don't love you anymore. Let's annul our engagement." Jing Yan, who was still racking his brains on how he could get away from her annoying presence, exclaimed, "Are you serious?"Seeing that he was distrustful, He Miao took out the engagement gifts and stuffed them into his hands, ignoring his scornful reaction as she turned to leave. The annulled engagement meant half of her previous tragic fate was avoided, which improved her mood considerably. Hugging the little dog she adopted, she peppered it with kisses in her cheerful spirit, ignoring the fact that it stiffened in her arms... Still, it started to act weird recently as it would run circles around her in the morning while throwing a fuss at night and trying to run outside, even succeeding a few times. He Miao consulted many veterinarians and experts on the matter, but she did not know that the dog's rebellious attitude was because Jing Yan's soul had transmigrated into it! Everyone knows that Jing Yan's fiancee is an ugly, stupid, annoying village bumpkin who bugged him every day. But she was at least tactful enough to annul their engagement. And yet, the same Jing Yan who had always acted high and mighty knelt in front of a fairy-like girl to help her put on her shoes as he asked unhappily, "It's already been so long... Can we get engaged again already?"Everyone stared blankly, dumbstruck. Wasn't his fiancee supposed to be ugly and stupid? She's clearly enchantingly beautiful! Who spread those rumors in the first place?!

[Discontinued - But you can still read it if you want to, as it covers the entirety of the first arc with a decent ending] "What?! You want to make ice cream with the breast milk, you sucked out my breasts the other day?!" The Cow Girl with two sets of breasts, asked me in shock, while I was squeezing her chest, to fill up another canister full of fresh breast milk. "No, Luca! There's no way I'm allowing you to cook a sausage, by stuffing it up my secret place! That's too embarrassing!" The Salamander Girl, who's body was made of fire and scales, denied my small request, even though her fiery body was the perfect temperature to cook me up, a good old hotdog. "Okay, fine...I'll let you finger my gills. But do it slowly, since I'm sensitive there." The Shark Girl, who had razor sharp teeth and a long shark tail, agreed to let me have a little fun with her gill slits on her abdomen, that she used to breath when she went underwater. Do you want to know how all these crazy situations came out to be? Then read this damn novel, that transported me into this strange world full of adorable demi-girls, and find out for yourself. [Warning: This is a story made by a Degenerate, to cater towards Degenerates like myself. There will be many intense 18+ scenes, that you never could have imagined to ever exist in any form of media, in this story. So I advice people, who only enjoy the standard erotic scenes you see in every other novel, to ignore this piece of work and move on.] [And also, I highly request you to read the prologue of the story, so that you can understand what you're getting into.]

Description: Isobel, a modern nun and school teacher, works tirelessly to support the aged nuns who had cared for her and her sister during their childhood. When the monastery where she grew up is shut down by the government, she finds herself struggling to make ends meet on an average salary. Her twin sister, Isabel, pleads for Isobel's help in stepping in for her in her matrimonial household, just like when they were children. Isobel agrees to help, but only under certain conditions, and takes on the role of Mrs. Isabel Julius Cza. As she settles into the household, Isobel begins to understand the depth of her brother-in-law's love for her sister, and realizes that his affections are anything but ordinary. She finds herself caught in a web of emotions and desires that she never anticipated, and must navigate a delicate balance to protect herself and her sister's marriage. ****** "Isabel suck on my neck." He gently guides then sucks in a deep breath as he felt the cool shy lips of his wife. He itched for the stimulation. "Isabel say ahh..." He pulled in her retreating form, locking her head in a tight grip. His hands crawled up and grasped the swollen globe on her chest and caressed his wife's trembling breast. As if on cue she gasped, then he pierced his genitals deep inside her mouth. Isobel instinctively gagged as it touched the back of her throat. ---Skip---Skip- .... Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Julius's lips when he heard the sound of gulping and swallowing of s*men. He looked down at his wife's beetroom form under him with her mouth stuffed with d*ck. She looked ready to pass out... "You look divine wifey..." Julius hugged Isobel head tightly,loving how his wife chokes on his manh**d. Massaging her hair as if to pet her. He pulls his hip back a bit to allow her breathe. She holds his thigh for support as she heaves in deep air. He calmly looks at her and whispered lowly as he soothingly wipes the corner of his wife's cheek that were glistening with tears, drool and cum. "Now it's your turn. Baby." ******

In her previous life, Shen Jiao was blinded by love decided to break away from the Shen family. She resolutely married the scumbag and helped him climb to the top step by step. She thought that she was married to love, but she did not expect that she would die in a car accident plotted by the scumbag and his mistress. Before she died, Shen Jiao swore that if she could start over, she would definitely take revenge on the scumbag! When she reopened her eyes, Shen Jiao found herself lying in a soft bed. She had returned to when she was 23 years old and was still the beloved daughter of the Shen family, the largest financial empire in the country! Grandfather put down the rosewood prayer beads and smiled as he said, "Jiaojiao! Grandpa bought you a few hundred gold bars to stock up on!" Her father handed over a few company seals to her. "Jiaojiao, I'll let you manage these two companies! You can do whatever you want…" Her mother stuffed a stack of photos of young and handsome men into her hands. "Jiaojiao! Pick someone you like. Mommy will drag him home and make him your husband!" Shen Jiao looked at the familiar face in the photo. Luo Yu was the person who treated her the best in her previous life, but she had ignored his love for her. Since she was given the chance to start over, Shen Jiao tapped her finger lightly against the picture. "I want to marry him!" The marriage between the Shen family and the Luo family was a grand occasion. Luo Yu knelt on one knee and promised to love her forever. Eldest Brother Shen who was the Best Actor said, "If you dare to treat her badly, I'll make my fans curse you to death!" Second Brother Shen who was a military officer said, "If you dare to cheat on her, I'll flatten your company and your family with gun barrels!" Luo Yu wrapped his hands around Shen Jiao and responded, "Don't worry, Brothers-in-law. I'll never let her slip through my fingers again." Luo Yu held Shen Jiao's hand as they walked further and further down the road of revenge. However, Shen Jiao could not shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Had he gotten reborn too? "You were cold to me before…" "I was blind back then!" "I demand compensation!" "What do you want?" "I want you…"