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Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Olivia, just a girl from the province trying to survive Asteria University. But everything changes the moment I crash into Ryan Vale—the rich, arrogant, impossibly charming guy who thinks life revolves around him. My phone? Crushed. My pride? Challenged. My heart? Confused. He’s everywhere—campus paths, milk tea shops, even group projects—teasing, testing, and refusing to back down. Olivia isn't not about to let him win… but maybe standing my ground will lead to something neither of us expected. No games. No pretenses. Just us.

“Only those who have suffered know what true pain is.” Those were Silence’s words to me. At the time, we did not understand the weight of that sentence. And because we did not understand it, we chose to return to the past. Again. And again. We believed that if we relived that pain, we could reclaim what had been taken, that we could exchange suffering for the ones we lost. It was only when we stood in that place once more that we finally understood— Beneath pain, there is not always hope. Sometimes, there is only another choice that was already wrong. The Veil’s Mark — Book II begins.

Look, I’m Riven Kael. Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see. Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank. I touched a cursed amulet. I just touched it. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek. Yes, that Azryth Valek. The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free. He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully. Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not. Shut up. So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both. Brain, we are not doing this. I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me. But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love. Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent. It just hands you the ring. And damn it, I’m keeping it.

“I don’t date idiots.” he said “Oh,” she says calmly. “Then I’ll stop being one.” At Haneul Private High School in Gangnam, Han Ji-woo is untouchable. Star basketball captain. Academic rank #1. A future already written in trophies and acceptance letters. He doesn’t make mistakes. He doesn’t fall in love. Until Choi Seo-ah. She’s rich, loud, affectionate and everything his world doesn’t allow. When her devotion becomes public, Ji-woo does the only thing he believes will protect them both. He humiliates her. In front of everyone. He calls her stupid. He says she’s embarrassing. He tells her to leave. She doesn’t cry. She asks for time. Three months. Ji-woo gives her rules designed to break her perfect grades, no money, no makeup, no him. What he doesn’t expect is her answer. “Okay,” she says. “I’ll prove it.” Everyone thinks Han Ji-woo is heartless. Only he knows the truth.

In the feudal dukedom of Parravon, a peasant’s life is cheap—and a woman’s is worth even less. When a savage Orc raid slaughters her village and burns her world to ash, Geneviève is left broken in the mire. The noble knights meant to protect her people were nowhere to be found. But where others would see an end, she finds a new beginning. Defying the strict laws of Bretonnia that forbid commoners from bearing arms, she rises from the wreckage with a single, dangerous resolve: to become strong.

SYNOPSIS : They say power runs in blood, but so does pain. Elizabeth Ashford was born with everything—wealth, beauty, legacy. But the moment she came into the world, her mother left it. Then her grandparents were taken by a car crash, and the only person she had left—her father—slowly vanished behind boardroom doors and corporate burdens. Night after night, she waited at the dinner table with a tiny plate and wide eyes. But "next time" never came. Now at 21, she’s the future of the Ashford Conglomerate and a top student at the prestigious Valcrest University. Cold, graceful, untouchable. Her heart, once soft and full of hope, has turned to ice. Because she learned the hard way—depending on someone only leaves you alone in the end. But ice can crack. Especially when fire walks in with a smirk. Niklaus Devilson isn’t just another elite. He's the heir to the Ebon Court, the secret organization that controls the underworld—politics, mercenaries, medicine, hacking, science. A living ghost. Feared by nations. Worshipped in shadows. Known only by his alias: Mr. X. With snow-white hair, electric blue eyes, and a wicked grin, Nik is chaos in silk. A genius hacker. A master fighter. A playful storm wrapped in charm. Mischievous, unpredictable, and fiercely protective of those he loves. He lives to break rules—until he meets the one girl he can’t crack. She's ice. He's wildfire. And when their worlds collide, the game begins. EXCERPT : The grand gates of Valcrest University swung open with their usual drama, letting in the rich, the brilliant, and the obnoxiously fashionable. Elizabeth Ashford walked through like she owned the place—because, well, she kinda did. Long silver-blonde hair flowing, grey eyes sharp enough to slice egos in half. Her heels clacked like warning bells, and students parted like the Red Sea. Until someone didn’t. WHAM. A coffee cup went flying. She froze. A soft "Ow" followed. “I’m alive,” a voice groaned dramatically from the floor. “But my coffee’s dead. Rest in peace, Mocha Supreme.” Elizabeth looked down at the sprawled body in front of her—a tall guy with ridiculous white hair, sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, and the most annoyingly amused smile she’d ever seen. Niklaus Devilson. He blinked up at her from the marble floor. “Wow. Are you always this… aggressive on first dates, or am I just special?” She narrowed her eyes. “You walked into me.” He gasped, placing a hand on his heart like she’d insulted his ancestors. “You walked into me, Ice Queen. With malicious elegance.” A soft snort escaped her. Unfortunately. Nik sat up like he’d been struck by lightning. “Oh my god. You laughed. Was that a laugh? Should I call a doctor? Or my lawyer?” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “It was a nose exhale. Don’t get excited.” He stood up, leaned in, and whispered dramatically, “Too late. I’m emotionally invested.” She blinked once. “Seek therapy.” He grinned. “I would, but apparently you’re not taking new patients.” As he strolled away with a wink and no dignity, Elizabeth stood still for a second longer than necessary. Her lips twitched. Just a twitch. Maybe today wouldn't be so boring after all.

MalexMale hot hot hot scenes alert!!! Genre: Guide verse, Action, Romance, R18, LGBT, Boylove Blur: “If you’re a student, then go to school properly. Stop talking about saving the world all day long, even if you’re an S-rank Esper!” Once again, it was a day where I kicked Jo Hyun out of Team 7’s office. The kid wasn’t even eighteen yet, but he kept insisting on becoming an Esper. “But I have to become the strongest Esper. Only then can I become your Partner, Kim Jun-Hyung!” No matter how adorably you look at me with those sparkling eyes, it won’t work. I’m an S-rank Guide who can sleep with anyone I like, but I will absolutely never touch a high school student! “Hyung definitely belongs to me! I’ll never let anyone else touch Hyung!” And this kid has even started demanding exclusive possession of me! Jo Hyun, at the very least, graduated from high school first!!! … “Kim Jun-Hyung, I thought you were just going to let me die…” “Shut up and let your waist do what it’s supposed to do!” “Damn it, don’t bite like you’re a dog!” “Hyung, woof woof!” Tag: Seductive Bottom, Free-spirited Bottom, Older Bottom, Powerful Bottom, Younger Top, Puppy-type Top, Possessive Top, Powerful Top, Guide Verse, Top pursuing Bottom

The story follows Benedict, aka Ben, a gifted but hesitant dancer who has long buried his passion beneath the weight of family expectations and societal judgment. Everything changes when he enters KPT University and crosses paths with Park Daniel, a campus legend and a force of nature in the world of dance. Daniel storms into Ben’s life like a whirlwind, bringing chaos, laughter, and an awakening that Ben never expected. Alongside new friends: sharp-witted Terrence, free-spirited Kai, and the grounded Sean, Ben is swept into the eye of the National Dance Competition, a high-stakes event that throws their lives into beautiful disarray. Amid rehearsals, rivalries, and emotional upheavals, Ben embarks on a transformative journey of self-discovery, love, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship. ***** It is a heartfelt, slow-burning journey of friendship, self-discovery, and first love. What begins quietly with five students finding their rhythm soon crescendos into laughter, rivalry, and romance. DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction. While it is set in Seoul, South Korea, all characters, competitions, institutions, and most places mentioned are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. I am not Korean, but I have done my best to research and portray the setting with care and respect. That said, I may not capture every detail perfectly. If you are a native Korean reader and notice any cultural or factual inaccuracies, I would greatly appreciate your guidance so that I can make the necessary corrections. Your insight will help me improve both this story and my writing. Thank you. This story includes homosexual romance as a central theme. If this is not to your taste, you are welcome to skip it. I kindly ask that readers refrain from leaving unnecessary, hateful comments and instead respect the story and the community.

I lost my memory, and the only thing I know is that something inside me keeps pulling me toward that girl. The first time I saw her, it felt like reuniting with a lover I’d been separated from for a thousand years. The first time I touched her, some sealed, primitive instinct in my body was ripped open. I didn’t understand anything— not until the war truly began. She isn’t human. She’s the last bloodline of the elves, the one both humans and the undead are fighting to claim. And I— I’m the vampire who lost her with my own hands a thousand years ago. I forgot her. But I’m still drawn to her. She becomes the prey… and the eye of the storm. With the frontline closing in from both humans and the undead, there’s only one thing left for me to do— take her back, no matter the cost. “If being with you means standing against the world… then I’ll just destroy the world.”

Our childhood was a masterpiece of laughter and adventure – until puberty painted a new reality. We were the dynamic duo of our neighborhood, inseparable partners in crime. Summers danced with fireflies and midnight secrets shared in woods behind our houses. Winters warmed with hot chocolate and snowball fights that left us breathless. Our bond seemed woven with unbreakable threads – until high school unraveled everything. Sophomore year's welcome party still echoes in my mind like a haunting melody. Alcohol flowed like truth serum, and our inhibitions dissolved like sugar in water. Then, the moment that shattered our friendship's innocence: our lips collided in a soft, bewildering kiss. Your eyes searched mine for answers I didn't have. My heart thundered in my chest like a confession. We fled the scene like criminals – and avoided each other ever since. Countless nights I've relived that kiss, wondering what you felt in that moment. Did my lips spark something real, or was it just alcohol-fueled curiosity? The not knowing gnaws at me like a restless spirit. Now we're juniors, and fate seems determined to collide our worlds again. Mutual friends push us together, oblivious to the tension simmering between us like a slow-burning flame. School hallways feel like battlefields where we exchange fleeting glances instead of bullets. I notice everything – the way your hair curls slightly at the nape of your neck, your bright smile when talking to others (but not me), the faint scent of your cologne lingering in empty spaces you once occupied. Do we dare confront the kiss that blurred the lines of our friendship – or keep pretending that night was just a drunken illusion?

Soo Jin thought his life was boring until he discovered a shocking truth: his mother was murdered, and his father married to his mother's killer. Soo Jin wants revenge, but as a high school student, there's little he can do, until he learns that the murderer has a son: Mi Young. Soo Jin then enters his school with one goal: destroy him. But he would never know that, Mi Young's best friend, Ji Woo, would becomes the only light in Soo Jin's dark world. Will Ji Woo still choose him after discovering he was trying to ruin Mi Young's life?”

The Avatar stood on a tall hill, looking at the gate of Ba Sing Se slowly being opened. Armies poured out of the gap, with endless soldiers and steeds readied to march upon the corpse of a fractured realm. If a divided Earth Kingdom must bleed to rectify the mistakes of a nation torn asunder, so be it. -Special thanks to Kkachi95 for the cover art! -Feel free to visit (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12974291/1/The-Mandate-of-Heaven) for earlier notifications on latest chapters.

Some people simply need a long time to truly let go of someone who was once their sanctuary. ​For Nazma Xanthe, letting go isn't just about forgetting a name; it’s about escaping the shadows of her own failure. Choosing a junior high school far away from her childhood friends was Nazma's way of "dying" to be born again. She wants to erase the traces of the girl who once hurt those she loved—the girl branded as 'mentally unstable' by the one person she trusted most. ​Harvey. ​The ex-boyfriend who left behind both a scar and a burning grudge is now the sole target in Nazma’s sights. She has vowed to shatter Harvey’s arrogance and surpass his English skills at her new, prestigious school. ​However, amidst her ambition to build a new fortress upon her torn pink carpet, Nazma is met with an unexpected glitch: Zemiro Guilherme. A boy with a name that’s impossible to spell, a quiz score that threatens her rank, and a smile that slowly begins to dismantle her escape plan. ​Will Nazma succeed in her revenge against Harvey, or will she find herself trapped in a new kind of "battlefield" called feelings?

"What happens when your one-night stand plans to become your stepdad?" It's been two weeks since that night, but I still can't forget him. It was so enthralling that the thrill stuck to my bones till now. It weighed on my mind like a dumbbell and cost me my concentration. A man so hot... Ah, how could I forget him? I wanted to see him again. I wanted to feel his warmth, his aggressive arms, and the way he smirked ever so often while I moaned like a messed-up recorder underneath him, sounds he seemed to favor. But it was just a fling between two strangers. No strings attached, and no names involved. I thought I would never see him again, until he showed up in my living room with his arms around my mother. And she said, "Ha-Joon, this is Tae-Hyun, my fiancé. We're getting married in a few days, so get ready." My heart stopped for a moment as my world shook. And then he looked at me, his devilish eyes met mine. I gulped. They were those same eyes that had seen too much of me. He remembered me, that was certain. And judging by the way he smirked at me, he wasn't done with me yet. Just how did that handsome, no, how did that hot man suddenly gain the identity of my stepfather? (A curious naive college student who wanted to have sex for the first time took his first dive into danger, only to find out the tiger he slept with was about to become his family) Note: this isn't an incest story so read the auxiliary chapter to know more before coming to your conclusion.

After years of running from his abusive father, Jessie Humphrey returns to New Orleans—not for nostalgia, but because his father has just died. Leaving behind his life and boyfriend in New York, he comes to bury him, confronting a past he thought he’d escaped. While there, he reconnects with his best friend—and former lover—Sebastian De La Rosa. Old sparks ignite the moment their eyes meet. One night, drunk on memories and wine, they reminisce… until Jessie is attacked by a massive beast and killed. But Sebastian refuses to lose him. With a desperate, fateful kiss, he brings him back—but Jessie is no longer human. He has become a Nytheri, a supernatural werecat, gifted with extraordinary strength, speed, and agility. Sebastian introduces him to a hidden world he never knew existed. But danger lurks: a deadly beast is hunting Nytheris across New Orleans. Together, Jessie and Sebastian must uncover the creature’s origin and stop the slaughter—while navigating the intense, unbreakable bond that now ties their lives together forever.

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Heloise, the Brook family's adopted daughter, was merely a pitiable tool they used to shield their biological daughter, Coral, from harm. She suffered abuse in the Brook household from a young age and was eventually discarded and left to fend for herself in the harsh and hellish slums of BlueWolf Mountain, teeming with mentally ill, disabled, and sinister individuals. Then one day, Reginald Wordsworth, the enigmatic and domineering CEO of the PHOENIXFELL Empire's first conglomerate, Reginald Wordsworth chose her, and brought her out of the slums. Her fate took a dramatic turn as she embarked on a quest for revenge. She pretended to be a mental patient and engaged in a battle of wits with Reginald, unraveling the mysteries surrounding the enigmatic head of the first financial conglomerate. At the same time, Reginald also discovered that she was not an ordinary person. ******** she had ever been penniless, but Reginald, the big cheese, was irresistibly drawn to her and highly pampered her. ******** " Heloise, an abandoned baby, a dirt poor!" Someone said before he saw Heloise signing dozens of real estate agreements, while dozing off. " Heloise, has no backing. Why is she so arrogant?" Someone said, and then he saw Phoenixfell's first conglomerate's tycoon Reginald Wordsworth publicly announced his marriage to Heloise. "Heloise, I know, she couldn't give birth a long time ago!" Another person said, and then he was beaten by Wordsworth's little young master, "Mommy can't give birth, so where did I come from?"

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Undefeated Soldier King In the field of war, there is a legendary figure, the “Undefeated King of Soldiers”. He has traveled through countless battlefields, each of which is a test of his will. From the desolate deserts to the steep mountains, his footsteps have left indelible marks. This king of warriors not only possesses extraordinary physical strength, but also has a sharp strategic thinking. In the heat of battle, he was able to remain calm and collected, making quick and accurate decisions to turn the tide of battle. His swordsmanship is unrivaled and his fighting skills are the envy of all. He has faced countless foes and has never been defeated. His unshakable determination and indomitable spirit are the driving force behind his victories. He did not fight for personal glory, but to protect his home and people. The story of the invincible King of Fighters has been widely told and has inspired generations of people. He is a symbol of courage, strength and perseverance in the face of adversity. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)