Sabine Barefoot Adult

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

In a world that's overwhelmed by technology, noise, and a kind of spiritual forgetfulness, a barefoot man in a hoodie wanders through the bustling streets of Mumbai, almost invisible to those around him. His mere presence disrupts the cameras, hushes the chaos, and awakens long-buried memories in the people he encounters. He’s unsure of his own identity, but slowly, the world starts to remember. He is Shiva. The god of transformation, reborn in this age of algorithms. As he stirs to life, so does Anika—a sharp-minded hacker who feels disillusioned with the modern world. Plagued by dreams and an unexplainable connection to the mysterious man in the hoodie, she finds herself pulled into a reality that challenges everything she thought she knew. She’s not merely a bystander in this divine comeback—she is Sati reborn, the goddess who once walked into flames and now must rise from them. But their reunion isn’t a fairy tale. Corporate giant Daman Raut, armed with an AI network known as Project Narak, ignites a global conflict—not with guns, but through manipulation of perception. Truth gets twisted, memories are erased, and divinity is ridiculed. As faith turns into a threat to power, Shiva and Anika must awaken the dormant spirit of humanity—not by conquering the world, but by helping it remember. From the quiet echoes of Kailash to the rebirth of the sacred Ganga, from the cosmic Tandava to the digital battleground, Shiva and Sati spearhead a revolution rooted in stillness, breath, and balance. In the ultimate choice between returning and staying, the flame doesn’t retreat into myth. It transforms into the world.

A dying man from modern Earth, bedridden with an incurable illness in his late twenties, is offered one final wish by an unknown force. He chooses to experience a game he’d been waiting to play—War of Demons and Heroes, a rich, character-driven adult action RPG. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself not as the main character, but in the frail, half-starved body of a 14-year-old brothel servant boy in the slums of the imperial capital, Utopia. His name? Kayle. **** Disclaimer 1. "Is this a harem?" A common question from my previous novel, so I'll address it upfront. No, it is not. At least, not in the traditional sense. He'll have relationships with many girls, but most of them will be a fling. There will only be one final heroine. 3. If you decide to give my novel a try, first, thank you! Second, I would love if you could leave a few comments or a review. The feedback and confirmation that people are reading my book helps to keep me writing. 4. There is no smut in my book. I repeat, there is NO SMUT in my book. I know the title can be misleading, but I assure you, there is no smut in my book. (Important things should be repeated three times.)

Lin Feng thought he'd just fallen asleep during a movie night. Instead, he woke up in a world of spirit beasts, qi cultivation, and ancient sects… with his mom standing beside him—barefoot, smiling, and cuddling a rabbit plushie like this was a family picnic. Welcome to the Eastern Realms: where teenagers throw mountains, clans fight over bloodlines, and everyone seems weirdly obsessed with sword techniques and destiny. Lin Feng doesn’t care. He’s got one goal: keep his mother safe. Even if that means punching geniuses, glaring at princesses, and carrying her up sacred staircases like it’s just another Tuesday. Li Meixiu, meanwhile, is just trying to understand why strangers keep calling her "divine" and why her son now breaks stone with his abs. Also, tea. She’d really like some tea. As sects scheme and heirs flirt (with both of them), one thing becomes clear: This world may have spirit beasts, sword saints, and trials that shatter minds… But it’s not ready for a mother-son duo like this.

I was adopted into a succubus mansion. Now, ten years later, I’ve finally become an adult. At last, I can savor them. A story that delves into the preferences of the succubus family. R18 | Harem | Succubus | PseudoIncest | MILF

Reincarnated into the AV world after offering 100TB of adult videos to a deity, where countless erotic events unfold! AV | Harem | Exhibition | Slave | SMUT

[Trait: Protagonist's Desire] [Acquire one trait possessed by the protagonist you reincarnate into.] A killer physique, a hypnosis app, becoming a shota... The protagonist has gained the ability to reincarnate into characters from adult games and make their traits his own. NO NTR Romance | Fantasy | Harem | Multiverse | SMUT | R18 | Reincarnation | NTL

[Warning: Mature content for adult audiences only (above age 18)] To be a superhero, you don't need misfortune, forced experiment, second chance after death or death of your loved ones. All you need is to listen to your heart. Eron Moon was one such super who became a superhero with his superpower "fantasy" and mechanical skills, only to build his harem full of superbabes. But, will he be only a selfish playboy? Or the best superhero ever? Peek in his adult tale in a world of supers. [Please read the complete synopsis so you can find reasons to read this book.] ... [Special note: There will be mmf and ffm type mature content too. Search it if you don't know. Then decide to read this book.] Other Tags: Harem, polyamory, superpowers, MILF, adult dialogues, R18, symbiotes, vampires, wolves, witches, magic, cultivation, consensual, metaphysics, action, demons, elves, dwarves, monsters, mutants, etc. The cover is devoted to MC's super mom. A/N: All characters above age 18. No manipulation, mind control, or forced sexual activity.

In the forgotten village of Derenval, a barefoot orphan named Eritrea lives a life of hardship and solitude, unknown and unloved. Her days are filled with hunger and toil—until a dying stranger with a royal seal collapses at her doorstep, shattering everything she thought she knew. Within hours, Eritrea is thrust into a world of palace conspiracies, ancient prophecies, and bloodstained secrets. As whispers of a lost heir echo through the kingdom, Eritrea finds herself hunted by shadowy forces who see her not as a girl—but as a threat to their throne. Haunted by visions, guided by a fading prince, and pursued by the deadly Red Crows, Eritrea’s journey takes her from cursed woods to royal halls. But as she tastes the luxuries of royalty and feels the sting of betrayal, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: she may not be just a part of the prophecy—she may be the key to the kingdom’s fate. Will she rise to claim a destiny written in the stars? Or be destroyed by the very crown that calls her its own? Eritrea: The Accidental Princess is an epic tale of identity, sacrifice, love, and rebellion—where every truth hides a lie, and every ally may become the enemy.

Adult 17+

Abigail is obsessed with K-DRAMAS and finally gets her chance to visit Korea when she suddenly finds herself on the midst of her own personal K-Drama after being sucked through a portal to what seems to be ancient Korea.

They say long ago, Bathala and the other gods walked the archipelago. Not in temples. Not in dreams. But on the soil, barefoot, bloodstained, breathing. They ruled not with mercy, but with memory. Each river bore their voice. Each mountain, their wrath. Offerings were made. Oaths were broken. Kingdoms rose and rotted in their name. Then came the silence. A silence too heavy, too sudden. Like a scream swallowed by the sea. The old names were buried. The sigils burned. And the gods... forgotten. But the islands remember. Beneath the fields, something still breathes. In the farthest provinces where the stars shine brightest, the old blood still stirs. Children vanish on moonless nights. Creatures crawl from the mangroves with bone in their teeth. And in the silence between lightning and thunder, some swear they hear voices. Ancient, mournful, waiting to be worshipped again. And on nights when the stars vanish, the old blood rises again. Maybe the gods never left. Gone, they are not, but only hidden behind the faces of men. Written by: Cadlaon Copyrights2025

When tensions between global superpowers reach their peak, the world descends into the chaos of World War III. Realizing that civilization might not survive the coming devastation, a few governments launch Project New Dawn-a last-ditch effort to preserve humanity by cryogenically freezing a select group of individuals, hoping they might one day rebuild a better world. Ren, 16 years old, is one of the rare teenagers chosen, surrounded by elite adults-scientists, strategists, engineers-tasked with guiding humanity's rebirth. As he falls asleep, Ren believes he'll wake up to a new future shaped by those experts. But when he opens his eyes, nothing is as expected. No laboratory. No familiar faces. Only silence, a cold bunker, and a group of other teens-like him-confused, from once-enemy nations, and completely alone. No adults. No instructions. Just a locked facility, dwindling resources... and a world that may no longer exist. As suspicion rises, so do the questions: Why were only teenagers awakened? What happened to the adults? And above all-what's left of the world outside? Caught between mistrust, survival, and forgotten truths, Ren and the others must confront the legacy of a war they never chose. Will they repeat the mistakes of the past... or become the last witnesses of a fallen world? --- A quick note before you begin: This post-apocalyptic fantasy novel will not include harem, NTR, yuri, or yaoi content. Topics related to gender identity, such as transgender themes, will also not be explored. To avoid any controversy, no specific religion will be featured in the story — however, certain cultural traditions will still be present to enrich the world-building. With that said, enjoy your reading!

I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com In a quiet mountain village forgotten by the world, a barefoot beggar named Long Wei lives each day chasing scraps and warmth. Born with nothing, he expects nothing—until the day he hears a voice that cuts through the silence like thunder: "When your breath and blade become one, the world bows before you." It is the voice of a martial master from the nearby Blue Mist School, speaking to gathered villagers. But to Long Wei, it is something more. In that instant, he witnesses a Martial Artist move with grace and power beyond comprehension—and his soul ignites. For the first time in his life, Long Wei wants something. Not bread. Not pity. He wants strength. Armed with nothing but obsession, curiosity, and a body hardened by hunger, Long Wei begins a perilous climb toward power—a journey fraught with brutal trials, cruel sects, ancient secrets, and the unyielding laws of the martial world.

Elliot and Sheree are the weakest super humans at their university. Because of their very unique genetic makeup they cant gather energy like other people. That all changes on one unfortunate morning when they touch each other for the first time. What will happen now that they know about their "very physical" cultivation style? Is it even allowed to cultivate in that way? Warning!! this story does contain adult content and erotic scenes!

[Warning +++18 Content. Only read if you are an adult.] One day, Kuro became the owner of the Cursed Vending Machine. Cursed Vending Machine offered a wide variety of erotic items, but its contents changed every single day. And Kuro could only purchase three erotic items each day. From that moment on, his life began to take an unexpected turn.

"A rebellious and spoiled teenager, Zhan, lives a life of excess and recklessness, often sneaking into adult clubs and spending nights in hotels with his friends. However, his world is turned upside down when compromising images and videos of him with unknown men surface online. In a desperate attempt to salvage the family's reputation, Zhan's father forces him into an arranged marriage with a stranger, leaving Zhan feeling trapped, desperate, and unsure of his future."

A story about a young female adult who slowly comes to terms with their aromanticism.

Sin to Priest MLM • Angst • Slow Burn • Adult He was taught to pray the desire away. But now desire lives next door- and it smiles like the devil himself. He begged God to save him from temptation. Then he moved in next door. One of them clings to the holy lie that love only comes in one form. The other? Has never followed any rules, especially the ones about love. A story of guilt, lust, identity, heartbreak, and finding peace in your own damn sin.

I’m Akane Kirisaki—18, broke, and pretending to be 22 so I can work at Shizuoka’s most notorious host club. By day, I’m your average high school student barely scraping by. By night? I’m a smooth-talking “host” serving drinks, fake smiles, and a dangerous amount of charm to lonely onee-sans twice my age. My job’s simple: flirt, entertain, and survive without getting caught by my school… or my mom. But when two ridiculously gorgeous and powerful women—Ayase and Mitsuki—start clinging to me like I’m the last boy on Earth, things get way more complicated than I signed up for. Money, secrets, seduction, and drama? Welcome to Shizuoka's Host Club for Frustrated Adult Women!

Friends reuniting again as adults, as they seek love. With some reuniting a spark. (Story is between 2 writers and will take time. Me and my female friend M)

Saram was a normal teenager. He experienced a breakup, and his friends became distant, but he still had his mother. Then everything changed... in a perverted way.

It should have ended. After losing his daughter, his people, and a war that claimed thirty billion lives, Alaric Veyne — a fallen demigod — was ready to disappear into oblivion. But fate had other plans. He wakes up in a foreign world, alone, broken, and barefoot in a back-alley — rain pouring, armor shattered, soul quiet. No memory? No. He remembers everything. And that is his curse. He doesn’t ask where he is. He doesn’t care. Until a tired old man finds him collapsed outside a bar and takes him in — no questions, no judgment, just kindness. A roof. A meal. A place to rest. Now, Alaric lives in a world of dungeons, guilds, and hunters. A world that doesn’t know who he is — or what kind of storm has just walked in off the street. He is not searching for revenge. He is not seeking redemption. He’s just… breathing. But the past always finds its way back. And when it does — this peaceful world will learn what it means to carry the burden of one.

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---

Content Warning This novel contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult readers. My stories delve into the darker facets of human nature and explore unconventional fantasies and power dynamics within fictional narratives. I believe in the freedom of creative expression, and my work reflects my personal exploration of these themes. While the content may be intense for some, it is crafted to provoke thought and provide a unique reading experience. Reader discretion is advised.

The sky split open. Thunder didn’t roll—it roared, howled, like a beast wounded by fate. The heavens bled crimson as celestial lightning arced through the skies, searing the firmament. Rain poured down, not water, but something heavier—mixed with ash and divine residue. Olympus itself trembled. High upon the *Altar of Judgement*, chained by glowing celestial runes, knelt a boy. *Kyrillos*. Barefoot, beaten, and broken—not by combat, but by betrayal. His once radiant robes were in tatters, his body scorched with marks of restraint, divine bindings pulsing against his skin. He was seventeen. The boy once praised as the Prodigy of the Silver Flame, the Heir of the Celestial Phoenix Sect… now a heretic, condemned by those who once toasted his victories. Around him stood the *Twelve Grand Houses*, their banners flapping wildly in the divine storm. Faces half-shadowed under golden helms and jeweled crowns, yet none dared look him in the eye. Only one figure, hidden in the rear, wept silently behind a silver veil—*Aphrodite*.

An unexpectedly opened fairy-tale world draws school friends into a whirlpool of adventures and amazing events into which their parents and some adults who did not want to get involved in all this will unwittingly be drawn.

this book is about a 17 year old girl Camila who venture into the world of deep romance and adult life as she borders her 18th birth day

warning! ⚠️ it's an adult novel" kids stay out of it

Once the main hero of this story, was an young adult. When he saved a child from getting hit by a car, he died. But Death, granted him a wish, he can chose as what he would like to be reincarnated as and he chose to be reincarnated as a Giganotosaurus. What he was asuming, was that he would be reincarnated in the past, as a dinosaur. But little does he know, what his new life would be like and what adventures he will have to face...