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Naruto Gets Crushed By A Boulder

Headed by a Snake

I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you. This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?) Give this book a read. I hope some of these stories can inspire you to fight your battles with analytical intelligence, heroic courage, and ruthless lethality. Work is completed as of 9May2024. There's also a few side-stories written in Chapter 1151! The Author is working on a new story called 'I Wish You Were Never Reborn.' After four or so years of writing, my skills have much improved. Highly recommend. Here is my discord: https://discord.gg/NNbAj7N Constructive criticism and corrections welcome. Other Authors extra-welcome. You can find a list of characters at https://snek.fandom.com/wiki/Character_List Cover image credit: Johnabrash at Fiverr
CouchSurfingDragon · 2.7M Views

Summoned by a Pretend Villainess

[Status: Completed /02/14/24] Synopsis: When Monarki found herself tied inside a dark castle dungeon, she merely thought that it was all just a product of her dream. But when knights appeared in front of her and ordered her to be dragged to the guillotine, she realized how intense and terrifying her dream was. Determined to go on and witness where her silly dream will take her, she obediently puts her neck under the blade that screams her death. “Death to the sloth! Execute the lazy bitch!” She was convinced that it wasn’t real, but when the coldness of the blade touched her skin, the heart-wrenching cries and tear-stained faces of her loved ones filled her vision. She finally realized that her lethargic and boring life as Monarki had ended, and her new identity in that unfamiliar world where magic and monsters exist began. However, the lingering soul of the body’s owner, Luna, seemed to have wanted her body back. Will Mona allow her to reclaim her life once more? Or will she fight for her own life, despite the truth that nothing belonged to her in that world? “What can I offer for you to feel belong in this world?” Asked by the Grand Duke who wanted her to stay. The man gave his heart instead, now owned by Monarki. Join Monarki to unravel the mysteries revolving around her transmigration, and find out why her soul, of all people, was the one who got summoned. *** This is my first story so I can assure you that I'll finish it no matter what^^ The novel will focus on Mona's adventure as she unravels the mysteries revolving around her and Luna's identity. Romance is quite slow, but it will gradually focus on that, so please keep reading^^ Thank you! - Cover is mine^^
superAyan · 258.9K Views

Protected By a Mafia Boss

"Carmine... I'm about to...." "Not before I taste you." He delivers me, permitting my legs to drop. "Taste..." He slides down my body and throws my legs over his shoulders with my back squeezed against the chilly metal wall. His warm, thick tongue plunges inside my hot pussy. "Fuck..." I toss my head back, scaling the wall, yet he grasps my thighs, holding me set up. His tongue twirls around my clit, sucking and licking in a way that creeps me out. I curve into him, riding his face, grasping his hair. Sweet delivery is inside my grip, and he keeps sucking, licking, focusing on the areas that settle on me wriggle and decision his name. The stars glint behind my shut eyes, and I open them, gazing at the roof. My shirt is open, Carmine is between my thighs, and give up is torn from my spirit. My climax collides with me like a wave, shaking my entire body and making me pant for air. Carmine clutches me until the last quakes die down before he stands up and kisses my temple delicately. "Much obliged to you," I murmur energetically, resting up against him for help as we both catch our breaths. "That was only the tidbit." Carmine sneers and presses a modest kiss all the rage before at long last squeezing the lift button and getting it under way once more. "Imagine a scenario where somebody saw us." I look at the camera, feeling anxious briefly at the prospect of my own standing and vocation. "They'll be biting the dust to understand how I intend to treat you." With his lips squeezed against my neck, the lift entryways open on the highest level of the extravagant inn, and he ventures out. A dazzling perspective on the city underneath should be visible from the glass walls, the horizon with lights that sparkle and shimmer in the evening. The impression of the actual room is reflected against them, making a wonderful sight. "This is lovely." "Not more lovely than you." He accumulates me in his arms and conveys me inside. He thuds down on the love seat that sets before the lit chimney. With the perspectives on New York around midnight radiating through the windows, he starts to take off my garments. I rapidly copy him, anxious to taste him the manner in which he tasted me. I push his coat off, dropping it to the floor. Then, at that point, I unfasten his dress shirt, tearing his undershirt until I'm holding his solid arms and kissing across his characterized chest, the skin of which I scratched with my nails during my delivery. "You're awesome." "I'm a long way from it, bellissima. Presently, let me see you." He pulls from me and stops to respect me for one minute. The white ribbon bra differentiating against the tan skin and dim twists falling thickly over my shoulders. "Strip for me."
Elizabeth_Solomon · 4.2K Views
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