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Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Mature Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

In a distant dystopian future, Caleb, a frail and impoverished boy, is taken care of by his resolute older sister, Kiara. The city they live in shows no mercy, and tragedy strikes the sibling duo. Now, with a mysterious crystal fused into his torso, Caleb is gradually fueled with mystical power. With his new found abilities, Caleb is able to grant others unique abilities and fight back against the world that has beat him down.

La muerte recorría su muñeca, rastros de sangre aún por sus uñas. Nadie podía negarlo, estaba huyendo. Su vestimenta representaba poder, un hombre de posición y habilidad. Su rostro el de un soldado, cansado de la guerra y rencoroso con lo que le obligaron a crear. Aún así, no era un hombre, no era un soldado, ni siquiera un héroe. Era un niño, un crío en el cuerpo de un hombre que debió afrontar la guerra y ser la llave para terminarla. Todo culminando en la deserción de lo creó, y sobre todo a su título de héroe. Ahora en camino a un nuevo hogar, un nuevo inicio. Confiado en su habilidad para sobrevivir, la magia en su cuerpo ansiando salir para provocar emoción, tratando de mostrarse al mundo y ser reconocida. Pero no podía mostrarla, no otra vez. Quién podría saber lo que le harían si vuelve a revelarla otra vez. Ella muy diferente a su compañero. Un rostro sin alguna preocupación o temor de lo que le esperaba. Su informe sin rango pero sus habilidades pulidas como nunca. Apretaba el torso de su compañero con amor, sin querer volver a soltarlo. Su largo cabello bailando con el viento y su sonrisa tan cálida como el dragón que montaba. Su vestimenta formal no encajaba con ninguna escama de su montura, su cuerpo lleno de historia pero oculto por la tela. Si el mundo pudiera recibir una pizca del amor que le entrega a él quizás no habría tanto sufrimiento, quizás tanto dolor se pudo haber evitado si ella lo hubiera recibido de niña aunque sea un sola vez. Pero, ¿Quién la culparía? ¿Quién podría sobrevivir a ella una vez se le acusa por lo que ocurrió en Iera? Nadie, nadie vivo. Ambos huyendo. Él tratando de olvidar. Ella alejándose de su nación. Pero Neris no será su paraíso, y no sería su escondite. La guerra no era única de Iera. El sufrimiento no pararía fuera de su continente. Y Iera no era fácil de olvidar, no podías simplemente alejarte de su agarre. Él jamás podrá escapar de la nobleza pues se atraen sin control. Y jamás podrá olvidar con su compañera a su lado. Ella jamás podrá encontrar un momento donde alguien no querrá usar su habilidad. Y jamás podrá lograr que él tenga paz.

Eldritches, Abominable creatures that originated from the deepest depths of the earth, they were dark creatures that hid and lurked under the cover of night searching for prey, they devoured anything who dared to roam the world under the light of the moon, they would slowly creep towards you and sneakily spread their long, noxious, tentacles around you and strangle you as they slowly moved you toward their maw, then they'd pull their tentacles back and little ridges on them would tear your body apart and you would fall into deep into the abyss that was their large, miasmic maw. Humanity prayed to their gods for millennia yet their gods had not answered, not until one day, when mankind was at the brink of extinction did they finally receive their blessings. From Zeus, The Authority Of The King From Poseidon, The Will Of The Creator From Adonis, The Soul Of Rebirth From Apollo, The Spark Of Liberation From Heaphestus, The Seal Of Confinement From Hercules, The Emergence Of Unembellished Power From Hestia, The Seed Of The Hearth From Artemis, The Bestial Sapien From Hecate, The Soul Of Mysticy From Hades, The Woke Of The Soul From Athena, The Spirit Of Conquest From Ares, The Body Of Savagery These 12 blessings were the cornerstones of the Eldritch Slayer path, a path forged by the hands of both mortal and divine, with these, humanity would be able to combat their foe, however, this was many many years ago, nowadays, Eldritch were the least of problems. --------------------------------------------- "Trixion, from behind you!!" A deafening scream resounded through the continent of war like the clap of thunder, though the noise did little to put a stop to the endless bloodshed occurring on the crimson continent. The one who had been alerted of an incoming attack, Trixion tried to look back at the perpetrator of said attack however the attack had already reached him and he was unable to react to it anyway. "You were a worthy opponent, Krimson Khaos...." To be a worthy opponent to the Scaled Prince, The Golden Dragon, of the Empyreans was truly commendable, yet to Trixion who looked down at the scaly arm piercing through his torso it seemed like more of an insult, an insult that brought him rage. Trixion attempted to move however the poison within his body wouldn't let him, after all, what led to him managing to get pierced like this. As Trixion slowly passed he started to accumulate his energy within his body, within a second his body was full to the brim with energy, soon he would burst into a bunch of blood pieces, and burst he did. "W-what are you doing?!?!" The Scaled prince hastily removed his arm and attempted to dash back but it had already been done. Trixion busted into hundreds of little pieces each piece of his body was supercharged with energy and thus was incredibly durable, it would pierce through many Empyreans and go undamaged, even more, he made it so that when it came in contact with anything it would burst even more it was like a bomb with shrapnels that that acted like a bomb. That act had killed nearly 10 million Empyreans and from then on out he was known as a hero to the whole world, he was someone who even in his final moments managed to bring the enemy to their knees. They were correct however it was not in his final moments it was in the final moments before the end that led to his new beginning. However, Trixion wasn't the only one who would begin once again, for Dendracove, The heir to the Driconite Empyreans would accompany him in his journey, as this was the story of both the Krimson Khaos, The Lord Of Strife, And The Golden Dragon, The Scaled Prince Of The Empyreans.

Yu xao was your everyday 18 year old walking genius college student who was always at the top of the class and praised by teachers She had quite a lot of friends because of her kind personality And her beautiful looks as she had silk black hair that reached her torso and snow white skin with redish brown eyes however...she was too confident in her abilities..she believed that she could do anythng and everything on her own without anyones help which lead to her downfall As she overworked herself and fainted doing a group assigment all by herself So when she came to her senses She found herself lying in the Middle of a forest.. confused and scared She tried to think of salutions I remember and blacking out while doing a group assignment in my room... Did I fall asleep? am I dreaming right now?.. but it feels to real to be a dream. what's happening!? Just as awful thoughts were feeling her head.. she heard a sound.. *Ding* Just what could it be? {¡Cover does not belong to me it belongs to its rightful owner i just made little changes i hope thats ok¡}

I gazed upon the horrific scene before me, my heart sinking as I took in the sight of Michael's lifeless body, crumpled amidst a pool of crimson. Emily and Jack, still trapped in a nearby cage, wailed and shrieked, their innocent eyes transfixed on this nightmarish tableau. Robert, restrained against the wall, wept openly, his naked torso marred by the seeping wounds that mirrored his anguish. With tear-filled eyes, he bellowed, "No!" and directed his desperate gaze downward, locking eyes with me. "It's just you and me now, Isabel," I whispered, my voice a mere tremor in the air. Months of relentless torment and suffering had transformed me into a person unrecognisable even to myself. Anger coursed through my veins, fuelled by the physical agony I endured and the emotional anguish inflicted upon my family for no justifiable cause. These myriad pains melded into an insatiable rage, unyielding and unquenchable. And before me stood the woman responsible, her posture radiating a sense of smug satisfaction. "That's it, Isabel! I've endured enough!" I bellowed at her, my voice reverberating with defiance. Her obsidian eyes widened, a chilling smile stretching across her pallid face, reveling in her perceived triumph.

In the near future, the world becomes a dystopian landscape. Due to the discovery of a life-changing mineral, Enhanced individuals began to spring up. The world fought each other for the right to own this strange mineral, leaving the world a wasteland. Now as the world attempts to put itself back together, Arava is taken to a place where she is made to fight for the sake of her life. In a place where rules are made by one person, she has to figure out how to survive against the entire world. How will Arava survive in this new world? -oOo- “Arava, I've warned you countless times to not test me. Now here we are.” His shirtless torso glimmered in the candlelight. His blue frosty eyes devoured her naked body. “You look so lovely tied right now baby girl.” He smirked as he tugged on the ropes holding her hostage. She should feel humiliated, but her body called out to be touched by his. Her nipples puckered against the warm air. “You just don’t know how to take a joke.” She bit out, wanting to provoke him. She should be trying to get away, but the last few weeks with him teasing her has been driving her wild. She wanted so much more, to fulfill all her fantasies and let him take her completely. He chuckled as if he was reading her mind. “I know what game you're playing sweetheart.” The feel of his hand running down her inner thigh had her heart racing with anticipation. “Just be patient, you'll be sure to enjoy your punishment.” He held promise in his voice and she was ready for it to be fulfilled.

[COMPLETE - Bronze $2,000 Winner WSA 2021] Elreth is a Princess in the world of Anima—where humans can shift into the form of their animal ancestors. As the Lion King's daughter, Elreth breaks a thousand-year tradition when she challenges her father for dominance—and wins. But as the first known dominant Alpha Female, she faces a lonely, and dangerous Rule. Aaryn, Elreth’s best friend, has always secretly loved her beauty, and her strength. But as a member of the wolf-tribe, and unable to shape-shift, he is not viewed as the right Mate for Anima's first Dominant Queen. When events force Aaryn to admit his feelings, for the first time, Elreth's eyes are opened to Aaryn not just as a friend, but as a male--and her True Mate. But Aaryn also has secrets. Secrets spanning decades, that open Elreth's eyes to the threats against her people, and threaten to tear down the royal family, and the Anima as a whole. Can love really conquer all? Can Elreth convince a prejudiced people to accept Aaryn as her mate before these secrets threaten not just her rule, but her life? [Mature Content: No sexual violence] ***** Then, as Aaryn stared at Elreth, his scent changed. Which only confused her more, until something flashed behind his eyes. Something she’d only ever seen in her father’s face when he was staring at her mother. Desperation. Joy. Hunger. But that was crazy. Why would—? And suddenly, like a cub tumbling down a grassy hill to land on its feet, everything fell into place. Everything. Her mouth dropped open. She blinked. And blinked again. And for the first time in a very long time, she looked at him. Not at her confidante. Not at her closest ally. Not at the friend who’d been present for every major milestone in her life. She looked at Aaryn. The male. The wolf. She stared at his silver-white hair, that scattered over his ice-blue eyes, fixed on her, and created a barrier between them. She looked at the strength in his jaw, shadowed because of the late hour. She let her gaze drift down the cords of his neck, and his broad shoulders and the wide, smooth expanse of his chest that rose and fell rapidly. And she let herself remember the ladders of muscle that painted his torso—hidden by the white shirt he wore. She swallowed. She’d seen every inch of him at some point. Well, almost. Her mouth went dry. (Cover Art used by paid copyright permission. Illustrated by Aenaluck--see more gorgeous art and support them on DeviantArt and www.patreon.com/aenaluck)

This story… this story…. Belial is extremely powerful but just doesn’t know it yet, with his hued colored eyes and long brown silky hair and well built abs and torsos and dashing yet stubborn personality, you can say he’s the perfect man I’ve built for myself in my mind. Betrayed by his not so biological brother is stuck on Earth and is saved by a wolf named Layla. Layla is very pretty young 19 year old wolf, with grey colored eyes, also powerful and stubborn personality. Two stubborn lovers, this ought be interesting, how would a demon and a wolf being in love create a love so beautiful? And a story that’s interesting? Find out. All you have to do is start by reading Chapter one.

Ozark Erebus was 16 winters old, a slave whose hair was dark as the night sky, whose eyes shone bright gold, and a pale unblemished face. Being a slave-borne he knew no kindness towards himself until he was roomed with Ara, a pregnant young lady with wild red hair, eyes of pure silver, and a smile that comforted Ozark. They quickly bonded and Ozark slowly saw her as the only Good in the world so he gave all he can to give her some semblance of comfort: from giving her parts of the sparce meals given to them, to taking lashes on the back and torso to secure her a tub of warm water and clean towels when she was at labor giving birth to a toddler Ara named as Mia. Ozark never noticed the smile he had as both were safe.... Until the day came of the auction... Ozark was chosen for his rather unique appearance and temper. He would unwillingly leave Ara and Mia but he swore he would get them back and that he'll do anything. . .  Even deal with a Demoness whose eyes never cease to stop grinning even if it costed his Humanity then so Be it.

Standing under the big chandelier, both of them stared at each other. The calmness of the church couldn’t conceal the cold atmosphere. The priests’ words ringed in her ears. She batted her eyelids of boredom as a small sigh escaped her lips. ‘For all the efforts I made to have you in my life, you called me a Villainess. But you never realized, all I ever wanted was a happy ending for you. I gave up. When I look back, I realized I never fought for you, and I never tried to be the happy ending for you. Now that I know, I will have you no matter what it takes.’ She thought to herself as she stared at his dark orbs. Her heart tingled with mixed feelings. She raised herself and pressed a kiss against his lips. His usually stoic expression was rather a sad one. His dimmed eyes fluttered with weird emotion. *** She was serious when she kissed the man she loved goodbye and that marked the start of a new journey for her. She was sure that this time, It was all going to end on a happy note for her. No drama, no hate. It was meant to be simple and sweet romance but expectations could only disappoint her. Instead of a new sweet romance she was brought back to the square one with her first love. Was she sure she had moved on? YES. *** Sang Qian sighed. “Ugh!” She let out an annoyed grunt. Before he could step away. She held the collar of his shirt and pulled his torso closer. Wang Zhao was careful of her moves. Her eyes had a cold glint in them. She leaned in, her acting bossy was something that made his heart skip a beat. She was so close to him that he was ready to kiss her. She brushed her lips against his. Their lips touched. He leaned forward to press them together but she leaned backwards. He paused and looked up. He saw her smirk. “You’re not the only one who can play with me..” she sighed. Wang Zhao held a sudden urge to take her down. He gulped the lump in his throat. [NO CLICHES & NO LONG BORING CHAPTERS GUARANTEED] Add it to your library!! Read my other book - Totally opposites? (Volume 1- free, with 134 chapters) completed.

[COMPLETED] "Andy, I love you so much." The man said while taking a breather after a long kiss. Andrea closed her eyes and held his face giving him small kisses before answering. "I love you too." "Babe, I know I said I'd wait till we get married, but… - " "Shhh…" She interrupted him and teasingly bit her lip before smiling. She gave him another set of kisses before finally adding, "I never asked you to wait… I want you too…" *** "Andy, tell me about your family? What have you been up to before we met?" Andrea's head was leaning against his torso thinking of what to say to him. She was suddenly silent and began sorting through a pile of secrets in her head, trying to decide where to start. She then turned to the side and hugged him tightly. "Andy?" "Sometimes, I wonder if I am that really important to you." *** BANG! BANG! Lu Fang closed his eyes anticipating pain to follow but as he opened his eyelids, he felt nothing. “Andy! Andy!” He screamed at the top of his lungs when he realized it was Andrea and not him who received the bullets and fell off the cliff. **** Inside a private facility, a woman woke up from a coma and the first thing she did was to call her sister. “I want you to arrange a marriage for me. Marry me off to the CEO of Lu-Wei Enterprises, Lu Fang.” **** Andrea Li was heartbroken and left her foster family. Since then, she commissioned herself as a bodyguard, hoping to forget her failed relationship while preserving her combative skills. By accident, she met Lu Fang, the CEO of Lu-Wei Enterprises, and the same man she was meant to protect. In order to keep him safe, she got caught in a pretended relationship until both their feelings turned real. As they got closer to the truth behind his assassination attempts, Lu Fang and his family speculated on Andrea’s identity. What secrets does Andrea have? Will Lu Fang Accept her dark past? I hope you stay with me on this romantic journey as we unravel the mysteries of Andrea’s life and put Lu Fang’s love to the test. *** WARNING: This novel contains content of a very adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, you may opt to skip this. *** I have three covers, the animated one is mine, made with love while the picture is from yanalya of freepick.com, and one is a licensed photo I bought. Join me on my server: https://discord.gg/mGDZ6aH IG: https://www.instagram.com/authorlilhyz/ FB: https://www.facebook.com/LiLhyzwithlove

Onlookers gasped in horror at the red streaks of blood etched into the pavement, and the tangle of limbs, torso, and head. What was once the infamous Raging Demon, the legendary speedrunner of all game genres, lie dead in the road. In a rare stroke of heroism, he pushed a young girl out of the way of an oncoming bus that lost control of its brakes. The speedrunner's last moments were agony; his last thoughts on the games he hadn't a record in, and the worthless life he lived in the shadows of his talented siblings. Just when he believed his last chance at redeeming himself was lost... "Welcome to the gates of Heaven, Johnathan Rivers... Before I can allow you to pass through the Gates of Heaven, there are two tasks you must undertake." A faceless goddess materializes before Johnny on a throne of gold. Lesser gems laid at the foot of the throne, while those of diamond, ruby, emerald, and sapphire adorned the right and left arms. Behind this magnificent seat and the personage perched thereon were the towering gates of the afterlife, shut tight. Their gilded bars stretched endlessly into an azure sky sparkled with the silver dots of stars, the sides of which were obscured by the rippling gold surface of the Barrier of the Beyond. What could these two tasks be?

Volume 1 - Completed  Volume 2 - After 212 chapters (Book status: Completed) "You can't cage me here like this, I'm going!" Renna Amaryllis yelled at him and approached the knob when a six spiked blade flew past her cheek and hit the door. "You can't, unless I find the truth about you." Ronan's serene orbs flickered evil as his right hand man standing nearby trembled, while Renna smirked meaningfully playing vulnerable card. _._._._ "Hey, I've brought you food and meds." Renna stepped inside the room when Ronan leaped to hold the tray when the duvet slipped from his naked body revealing a hardened bulge. "Face, torso or my sexy dick?" His narcissistic question heated a passion within her. _._._._ A woman gave a lopsided grin while swirling the wine glass, reading the headlines on the TV.  "Checkmate! Ronan Ross is dead." Renna Amaryllis was assigned to shot her doting ex-husband dead, while he struggled to win his 'dead wife' back. It's just a pity that she wanted his head, after falling into his hands intentionally.  As she proceeded with her strategies, the underworld Lord grew suspicious.  Finally acknowledging that it was a wrong move and that she had already triggered a war within three mafia rulers!  ••• https://discord.gg/4FW69JpcVA (for spoilers and to chat with me.) _._._._ TAGS: #mafiaKing #CEO #StrongLeads #technology #action #cleverFemale #gunsAndbullets #killing #deadWifecomesBack  ._._._._. • Must read the introductory auxiliary chapter first.

After a tragedy, Jack Hommens loses his life under the pressure of gravity. Yet, before his body was smushed, incredible coincidences forged his very existence into a material at the same level as a singularity. When he finally came to, everything has changed. Feeling all sorts of phantom pains, he lost his limbs, torso, and even head. Drifting into the emptiness of space as a piece of white stone. After awakening, he began to recall everything that happened. He began to make plans: planetary armies, galaxy breaking level weapons, even worlds beyond the universe. Nothing is out of reach.

WARNING - There are some adult scenes. “What would you choose; your soul mate or saving the world?!?" Selena is a young married virgin vampire Queen. She was forced to marry a man she did not love as she has no family to protect her. During her wedding night the castle is attacked by werewolves. Selena takes this opportunity to flee from her arranged marriage. Whilst she is fleeing, she meets a handsome werewolf, Lowe. Lowe lives in the forest with his pack, staying out of the way of civilization. He is cold, aloof and single. Selena finds herself strangely drawn to this man. Will Selena’s husband find her, or will she melt the heart of the cold but handsome werewolf? Excerpt: Selena woke up her body aching from the night before, she was covered in scratches too tired to stand. She looked around the room, the sunlight shining through the unfamiliar bedroom. She was completely naked. Her clothes tattered on the floor. How did I get here? She wondered. Just then the door creaked open and there stood Lowe. He had just a town wrapped around his torso. Selena couldn’t keep her eyes off this man’s sculpted chest. Water dripped down from his wet hair, down his six pack, to the top of the defined v line peeking out of the towel. He smiled at her with his mischievous smile. His beautiful green eyes shimmering from the sunlight which peeked through the curtains. Selena gulped at the fine specimen of a man, completely forgetting where she was or the fact that she was wearing nothing. Only a blanket covered her naked body. “You are finally awake” Lowe said with a subtle smirk, the sides of his lips raised slightly. This rendered Selena speechless as her cheeks became flushed and she lowered her head to avoid his gaze. He walked closer towards the bed where she lay…

Luna Santos just wants a steady job and to move out of her parents place. Luna’s going to get all of that...just maybe not how she imagined it. After a job interview goes wrong, Luna gets transported into another world at war. To survive, she must try to please the most powerful (and hottest) warlord of the realm by becoming his most precious pet♥ — In front of me, stood a man almost twice my height. His sharply sculpted face and topless torso glistened in the moonlight. I scooted back as he slowly approached me. A cold gaze met mine as he assessed what he should do with me. When his hands slowly passed over his sword, my survival instinct took over. My lower lip protruded into a pout, my head tilted at a 45 degree angle and my hands lifted up like a puppies as I whimpered: “Please pet me, Mr. Warlord!”

I looked down to my body. And there, I saw a masculine torso. He’s not wearing anything but a boxer with CK on its garter. And there, I saw a hump. “Oh gosh, please don’t let it be that...that thing,” I whispered nervously. I slowly reached for the hump with a trembling hand. "AUGHAAAAA!"

Turning thirty is like a big sale at the meat market. You have to go on a discount before someone starts considering you. And that's not the only problem Evonne Willard has to deal with, because right now her biological clock is ticking and she realizes that one morning she might wake up with white hair and a walking cane as her only companion. So to soothe her problem, Evonne has resolved to have a baby. Enter Ulysses Bloembergen, the man that possesses all the traits Evonne has ever wanted in a mate: tall, hot, smart, and an overall gentleman--all the perfect genes for her baby. All she has to do now is ask him nicely to donate a little sperm so she can conceive. But damn Logan Bloembergen-- Ulysses's smart-mouth, no-good cousin with the title of number one Casanova in Malaysia--has to come stirring up trouble. And now, under the influence of hormonal imbalances, Evonne finds her craving for a baby might not be enough, for she is beginning to crave the love of one of these men. Excerpt: When the door opened, a naked torso faced Evonne. Not just any old torso, but a hot, muscled, six-pack naked torso. She blinked and blinked, and then she blinked some more. She couldn't understand why a grown man would be wearing a towel, just a single white, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, to answer the door. He was leaning against the doorframe, one hand supporting his tall, lean, muscular body that, Evonne noted, any female would want in her bed, including her. Not that she'd bedded any male, of course, since she was still a bloody virgin, for Lord's sake.

“Don’t…open the door……please” I sobbed. Alexa nodded vigorously and yelled at Sam not to open the door, but it was too late; she had already done so, and there he was, standing at the door. His long hair was wet and the water or whatever it was, was dripping on the floor, and his grey eyes were still dark. His torso was revealed but also covered with something that my mind couldn't make out. His gaze fell on me, and instantly I was out. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The story of a human chef and the King of beasts.

Ava is a beautiful young girl who has faced more than a fair share of hardships, she was terrorized and ill-treated by her father who accused her of the demise of her mother, she works day and night to pay off her father's debt, but she was jinxed as she was being sold by her own father to a sex-slave master to pay off his gambling debt. She was ruled by her harsh master. “Slave, you should know your place and who you belong to. Slaves are meant to satisfy their masters. You are my property, my chattel, your life is owned by me. You are my slave, you have to be submitted towards your master. Mine to Beatrice. Mine to take advantage of. Mine to possess. Mine to command. Mine to fuck or mistreat anytime I desire. Mine to rule and control. I am your master, your supremacy, I will mount and dominate you. Do you understand?" You are impelled for me, your torso is only meant for me, your cunt is meant for my plaything, your torso is meant for my shaft. My rod Is meant to fucked you, day and night any time and whenever I want to, and you have no say in it, just make your master happy?

Matthew dragged himself home. Bruises covered his torso, each one aching as he moved. As he entered through his door, he managed to avoid his mother seeing the state he was in and moved upstairs to his room, closing the door and slumping onto his bed, falling asleep. Matthew was woken by the sound of wind blowing into his ears. He reached for his window only to touch... nothing? His eyes shot open and he looked around at the field of grass he was suddenly in. "Where in the hell?"

“Saras, wangi tubuhmu tidak pernah berubah bahkan kesintalannya tidak lekang oleh waktu,” bisik Wira menelusuri dengan lembut setiap lekuk torso teman tidurnya dengan labiumnya yang basah. “Kamu juga masih pria kutu buku paling tampan yang selalu buat aku enggan berpisah. Meski, kamu menghilang begitu saja, selalu ada kesempatan untuk reuni.” Saras singkirkan untaian rambut yang jadi penghalang rasa nikmat yang Wira suguhkan. “Apakah, hubungan kita masih sama seperti pertama kali kita berjumpa?” “Ya, tanpa status dan tidak libatkan hati dan perasaan.” “Tidak peduli siapa pun diriku yang sebenarnya?” “Aku tidak ingin pikirkan hal yang rumit. Kebersamaan kita saat ini, yang terpenting bagiku.” “Permainan kali ini aku ingin tanpa pengaman. Aku ingin merasakanmu tanpa penghalang apa pun?” “Tidak akan ada yang kusesali dan kutuntut darimu. Vonis dokter untukku sudah jelas. Aku milikmu seutuhnya, Wira.” Dua insan yang tidak ingin memberi arti pada relasi mereka tapi sama-sama berat untuk melepaskan diri. Seperti apa ujung dari kisah Saras yang harus bersembunyi dari Wira yang ternyata juga punya topeng pribadi? Cover sampul di desain oleh Lanamedia.

“Are you sure this monster is right for us?” Siz feels tired "Let's me open handbook” Q Breathing strength “again” Monster: Desert Snake (Mini Boss) Level: 5 Location: Easily found southern desert If you look carefully, the sand will loop in a triangle. Featured Items: Golden Snake fangs, Snake Skin, Yellow Stone Level 1 How to Fight: Win it * Advice: For adventurers under level 10 and for adventurers at least level 9 "Five thousand gold price book doesn't seem to be worth price" Q Shook his head “level five? Monster and win it” "Win it” Siz speaks with laughter " ridiculous" "Yes, in the book says, way to fight is to win it" Q said again “It's easy to say. That’s a crazy book” Siz grabbed the sword attack again Siz strikes the sword to the torso of the desert snake, but it does not work “The skin is really strong" he said The desert snake turned to bite into the torso he’s using a sword block, but the fangs are too long to handle. It breaks through his arm. Blood gushing out. Siz uses a sword to attack back between the mouths of the snake and jump out, Squeeze Red potion to two bottles and he try to coated sword with blue magic "Another bomb ready” Q Throw bombs to attack desert snake but it's dodgy “Oh, no” The explosion was in the air the smoke is floating the desert snake opened its mouth large Bite into Siz's head He stabbed a sword on the palate It's full of snake saliva The sword hit the solid palate, making a sound ‘Cackk...Cakk...’ Long fangs pierced into his arm black venom flows through his veins He's getting tired try to reach out to green potion in the waist bag.

This is a fictional story for adult for adult enjoyment as fantasy, it contains potrayals of female sexual torture, if you are offended by that, pls do not read on. Adults only When I arrived at the resort, I was introduced to two lovely, beautiful and very naked young charming women. Amber wore long hair down her back extending just over the upper curve of her buttocks. Her breasts were kind of tiny, less than A cup in size, with small, but markedly erect pointy and very sensual looking nipples. Her vulva was very hairless with no visible hint of her inner labia. (which I would later discover were tiny Next to her was her polar opposite. Jane had very short hair, an hourglass figure and the very largest breasts I had ever seen on a woman her size or kind. They dominated her chest and torso like two oblong basketball sized but oblong spheres, topped with wide-spreading areolas and perky nipples. Her vulva too, was completely veey bald with large inner labia protruding visible.

Pablo Escobar was born on a cattle ranch in 1949, the second year of The Violence, a civil war that saw millions of Colombians flee their homes and left hundreds of thousands dead. Slicing people up with machetes was popular and led to a new genre of slaughter methods with ornate names. The Flower Vase Cut began with the severing of the head, arms and legs. The liberated limbs were stuffed down the neck, turning the headless torso into a vase of body parts. A victim stabbed in the neck, who had his tongue pulled out through the gap and hung down his chest was wearing a Colombian Necktie. The turmoil affected nearly every family in Colombia. It accus- tomed Pablo's generation to extreme violence and the expectancy of a short and brutal life. Pablo's parents were Abel de Jesús Dari Escobar, a hard-working peasant farmer who traded cows and horses, and Hermilda Gaviria, an elementary-school teacher. As her husband was mostly absent due to work, Her- milda cooked, cleaned and took care of her family. Pablo was the third of seven children. ———————————— Discord:- RAJABHIDIXIT#5608 Instagram:-THE_DEVILS_LORD_777 SNAPCHAT:- RAJABHI046 If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is :-RAJABHIDIXIT#5608

on a very unusualy a quite and cold day, in the backalley of a street, heavy panting along with a few occasional curses could be heard. their lied a boy with stab wound on his torso .he was on the brink of death, when he felt like his body was being torn apart, before he could do anything he felt like he was floating and after a few moments got sucked into the ground at incredible speeds. after a while our mc aka Lucas Hendrix opened his eyes to find himself in a crimson red room which was seemingly endless. Lucas thought to himself " It seems I real did die.well judging from this place atleast" after some contemplating Lucas asked himself " but where exactly is this place". he knew that he wouldn't go to heaven because of his past actions,but unless this was going to bore him for an eternity it seemed rather plain for hell. while Lucas was in middest of thinking he heard a low husky voice saying "why, hello there".

In the small city of Haverfall, lived Caspian, a renowned detective. He was just an ordinary person until one day, a mysterious incident happened. "Can you please move out of the way?" said Caspian as the crowd moved to let him pass through. He parked his car and entered the house of the incident. As he entered the room of the crime scene, he could only gasp at the sight, "What the f—" It was a bloody mess. Guts were all over the place, even the ceiling. As he looked at the body, he saw that the torso of the victim was utterly obliterated. There were no clues... not a single one. But Caspian is a stubborn man, so he tries to find everything and comes across a mysterious group. He warned them not to move, or he'll shoot, but without a care, they didn't listen. Caspian shot, but to his surprise, one of them even laughed. He didn't know what had happened, but he was knocked out. Just after that day, his mother, an agent from an unknown organization, told him to stop investigating and that they'll handle it. He was angry, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, but he planned on investigating regardless of the consequences. A few more murders happened, and Caspian eventually got caught investigating something without proper permission and was suspended. That's where it all happened, an encounter with the unknown, something that didn't die no matter how much he tried to kill it—the encounter with the supernatural. Mysteries begin to unsolve as the dark secrets of the world hold true. The fate of the world bides within him... the oath sworn by the apocalypse. This is the path of the Condemned. (It's pretty light-hearted, so you don't have to worry. No NTR, No cuckoldry, No UB, No bad tags. Just good old harem with a plot instead of pure harem. Small warning though, the MC won't be immediately strong since that would make no sense storywise. He will still need to train to be able to reach the strength everyone else has. [I could just make him gain a power-up but that would be too easy, LMAO]. Also, English is my third language, so I'm sorry if I have a lot of typos/grammatical errors.) Uploaded Rate: 3-4 Chapters per week Upload Schedule: M-T-T-F Words per Chapter: 1500 Minimum Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, so if you own it, please inform me, and I'll gladly take it down.

He stood there six feet tall, bare chested in nothing but sweat pants like if nothing were wrong. His hair was tousled in the hottest way, making my core wet for him. I couldn't stop staring at the v that led down his torso to the great beyond. My mouth watered at the thought of what layed just beyond the boarder line of the top part of his sweats. The sound of his throat clearing caused me to practically jump out of my skin from embarrassment. Averting my eyes further north, as a sly smirk spread on his perfectly pink lips. "Like what you see little wolf?" his voice deep and husky, making my knees buckle under me. "No." I squeaked all to fast. In one quick step he was behind me his lips at my ear. He was too fast way to fast for me to react. "Your body says different." He whispered while his teeth grazed my ear as he spoke, his warm breath fanned my skin, making me shiver.