beauty

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Hessian transmigrates to a parallel world and becomes Elysia's husband. Because Elysia keeps signing beautiful girls, the company is running at a loss and facing bankruptcy, so he has to step in to save it. Wait... why are all the girls Elysia signed actually characters from the original Honkai Impact 3rd? In that case, just directly film Honkai Impact 3rd, and let the people of this world experience "what true beauty is." Kiana: "Wah wah wah... Hessian, you bastard! Give me back Teacher Himeko!" Mei: "Elysia, compared to Hessian, you like me more, right?" Himeko: "Ah? I'm gone? Just like that?" Elysia: "As expected of my most beloved husband, the plot you designed for me is amazing!" As Honkai Impact 3rd begins airing, the worldview-shattering plot unfolds one by one. The audience gains a brand new definition of "beauty," and Elysia and the others even become heroes of the current generation, admired by countless people..

If you are a Destiny lore expert and would like to provide me with counsel, my DMs are open. Destiny fanfic for fun Starting from near the collapse and all the way up to current, maybe beyond if I get some fancy ideas or if Destiny 3 gets made. NO PATREON PAYWALL. COMPLETELY FREE. I will be taking creative liberties, but aim to respect the source material as much as I can. Things that are overtly unnecessary such as major character changes and strange additions bungie has done as I come to them will likely be cut from the story, such as the utter disrespect of brotherhood between Saint-14 and Osiris. Whenever release to keep it from impacting my other projects, just a thing I write on the side when chilling. No I do not play this game, I quit in beyond light because of my bloody guns man. :( But I said I would do this to some friends a while ago and never got around to it. Disclaimer: Guardian screenshot from Destiny 2 Bungie Destiny, Destiny 2, all associated characters, storylines, locations, lore, and intellectual property are owned by Bungie. This is an unauthorized, non-profit fanfiction created purely for the enjoyment of the fandom under Bungie’s generous fan-content policy. The original plot and any original characters belong to the author. No challenge to Bungie’s rights is intended.

The story of a giantess knight. Powerful, beautiful beyond measure. Monsters get trampled beneath her boot. Men jizz in their pants at the sight of her. Her lady kisses her feet. She slays monsters and do workouts. It makes her big and muscular. And it makes her feet sweaty. (updates every mon, wed and sat)

Ethan leaves a comment on a livestream and doesn’t think much of it afterward, because there are too many people watching and too much noise for anything he says to matter for long. Out of thousands of messages, she remembers his. Not what he said, but his name. Raina doesn’t believe in coincidences because, in her experience, people leave and people forget, and she learned early on that most things don’t stay unless you make them stay. When she recognizes Ethan again after years, she does not rely on chance. She creates the conditions for them to meet again. A job request is made. A meeting follows. Then another, arranged in a way that feels natural enough not to question. Everything appears normal on the surface, and that is exactly why Ethan doesn’t question it, even when something in him quietly tells him he should. He tells himself he is overthinking, that she is simply kind, and that the way she shows up exactly when he needs her is nothing more than timing. But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes for him to separate his daily life from her presence in it. Because Raina doesn’t chase. She keeps. And once you matter to her, distance is no longer something that remains an option. This book is a physiological romance themed story told from a dual first person prospectives and a third person prospective ....so we can explore each sides of the story from different view Cover art and character art by : dreamer_zeyrcel Character art by : the slumbering cat Discord : Gloria_Austin_8799 ( I just started another book a fantasy book so I'm hoping you'd give it a try if you love my current book the book is titled HAPPILY NEVER AFTER: I TRANSMIGRATED INTO FORGOTTEN PRINCESSES... It's a fantasy book , with a touch of Isekai and transmigration.. )

He saved her… but never planned to set her free. Aria thought betrayal was the worst pain she could feel until she met Rafael. After discovering Lucas’s true intentions, Aria walks away from love and straight into revenge. That’s when Rafael appears powerful, dashing and impossible to resist. He helps her destroy the man who broke her… but in return, he slowly takes control of her world. What begins as protection turns into possession. Because Rafael doesn’t just want Aria by his side, he wants her completely. And the most terrifying part? A part of her doesn’t want to escape. When Rafael nearly dies saving her from enemies but due to memory loss he remembers everyone except the woman he crossed hell to save. Can a forgotten love find its way back? Or will Aria lose him forever, even after getting him back?

He is a native of the Fairy Tail world! From the moment he was born, he received dual blessings—from the world of Inuyasha and from his Blue Star mother! He is hailed as the Noble Prince of Fairy Tail, His Highness Arlen, the son of a Duke! He is Arlen Viviamilio! To his enemies, he is the fearsome, trembling noble prince. To his family and friends, he is His Highness Arlen, who protects everything with the blade in his hand. “If you dare harm my family, my friends, or destroy the life I cherish—whether you are the Black Dragon or a Dark Mage, even if you are a god, I will slay you.” —Arlen Viviamilio

WARNING: 18+ content story. Mission: 100 power stones. Current: 34 power stones. Double update promised once mission goal has been met. Sold for three grains of rice, Elara was meant to be nothing—a pawn in a game of power she didn’t understand. But the moment she stepped into the palace, her life became a battlefield of desire, obsession, and secrets. King Kaelis, cursed and cold, rules with iron and fire. No one bends his will… except her. She cannot read him, cannot control him, and yet, he dominates her every thought. As jealousy, lust, and dark ambition clash within the palace walls, alliances will crumble, hearts will break, and even the strongest minds will falter. In a world where destiny cannot be escaped and betrayal hides behind every smile, Elara must navigate deadly schemes, forbidden desires, and a love that consumes all reason. To survive… she must become untouchable.

Not every horn can be seen. Not every horn grows on the head — some hide deep inside the soul. Zain was fourteen, yet he hides a mind as sharp and cold as a winter night. Obsessed, possessive, and detached, he sees the world in black and white—emotions either burning intensely or frozen completely. Is he the victim of fate — or the shadow everyone should fear? Guilty… or prey? One day, he meets Gulluna, a girl younger than him, who brings a world of feelings he has never known. Can he understand his possessive obsession? Can Gulluna accept him, darkness and all?

Updates: Mon 7AM GMT In Honor Of Pride Month: Daily Uploads --------------------------- Oh no! The demon king, Talo, has lost his fight with the summoned hero! What to do?! Yuliain, the Incubus King and Sinister Sin of Lust, is the only one who can save him by traveling to different worlds, saving the "Tragic Target" by changing their fate and collecting soul scraps that will aid in making his Lord stronger! At least that is what his system, DK01, told him as he died. However, something strange is happening! Each soul scrap he collects from the "tragic target" seems to affect how he thinks about love. Love to an incubus is practically nonexistent, so how come Yu's heart seems to beat faster and his face gets redder with each "tragic target" he helps? From a domineering CEO to a Yandere ex-boyfriend, to even a zombie king, Yu will help them all if it means it will save his Lord!! Giving birth to their kids??? Of course, he would do that! As an Incubus King, it's only natural he would want to birth the children of a handsome and powerful being! See how a slutty incubus hops to different worlds and learns to love while giving birth! The ML is hot and sometimes a green flag-ish and the sex scenes will be interesting!!

I am a nurse, trying to survive another night shift. Then I saved a man who shouldn't exist. Marcus is a Roman general—wounded, dangerous, and impossibly out of time. One moment, he belonged to an empire that ruled the world. The next, he was in mine… with enemies that refused to stay buried in the past. Now we’re running. From the police. From my ex, who won’t stop hunting us. From a truth that’s starting to unravel everything I thought I knew about myself. Because the longer Marcus stays, the more impossible things become. He speaks of honor like it’s law. Looks at me like I already belong to him. And protects me like I’m something worth going to war for. I keep telling myself he’s just my patient, that I'm merely helping him. But patients don’t kiss you like it’s a vow. They don’t risk everything to stay by your side. And they definitely don’t make you question where—and when—you truly belong. Because if Marcus is right… Then helping him return to his world might not just mean losing him— It might mean losing myself with him.

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.

Having powers is not always a blessing. Being different and confused, a pool of questions swirls in Luya's mind every day. She ends up uncovering something that both mends and breaks her at the same time. Through this timeless discovery, she may finally understand why is she the way she is. But will she be able to bear everything that comes with the truth? Or will the harsh weight of life drag her down...once again? (The story is set in China.) (Genre-blended, with a stronger focus on fantasy.) (This is an original work. Please do NOT copy.) (Do not translate without permission.)

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: 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.

Kim Kiara, a 24-year-old self-made CEO, and Lee Jiho, a famous actor, were once close classmates who drifted apart due to misunderstandings. Years later, fate reunites them at a school reunion and again through a business project where Jiho becomes the face of Kiara’s company. Forced to work together, old memories and hidden feelings resurface. Between professional challenges and emotional conflicts, they must confront their past to decide whether their story deserves a second chance at love.

Beneath the surface of this seemingly mundane and ordinary world lie countless hidden dangers and secrets. From otherworldly beasts and monsters to the very existence of gods themselves—everything is real. As a multitude of ability users and practitioners of extraordinary arts emerge, a group of powerhouses from another world begins to shake the very foundations of reality. A directionally-challenged woman who has lost her memories... A mentally unstable girl who lives for the "elation"... A petite young girl possessing Herculean strength... A phantom-like phantom thief cat-girl... A mysterious hacker who reigns supreme over the internet... When the gods manifest and countless souls fall into despair, a woman carrying a red oil-paper umbrella quietly passes by. A single tear of blood falls. "Dusk's rain...it too shall fall."

A sluts adventure in the body of the busty nico Robin, Read her adventures as she tries out all of her kinks and changes the world of one piece with her choices My patreon is https://www.patreon.com/c/dead_coconut1/membership check it out hehe

“In my last life, I was a corporate shark. I settled million-dollar lawsuits before breakfast. Now? I’m scrubbing the floor of a Prince who behaves like a spoiled toddler.” When CEO advisor Elara dies from overwork, she wakes up as a low-ranking maid in the Palace of Oakhaven. Her boss is Prince Bastian—the infamous "Trash Prince." He’s lazy, he’s drunk, and he’s the laughingstock of the Empire. But Elara’s sharp eyes see the truth: The "Trash" is a mask. The Prince is playing a dangerous game of survival against his murderous siblings. Armed with a mop and the coldest stare in the kingdom, Elara decides to "fix" the Prince. If he wants to be King, he’ll have to listen to her. And if he doesn’t? She’ll just have to slap some sense into him first.

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?! Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check! But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

"Please, I have to go home." That's what I told the man in front of me. I begged him to let me go, but in my heart, I pray he never will.  How crazy is that? How can I feel safer with a stranger I've just met than the man who was supposed to love me until death? Why does he look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world? Does he see the bruises? Is that why he's doing this? I should've never left the house, but I couldn't let him win. Not this time, but I hadn't counted on this. "He'll never hurt you again." I want to believe those words, but I don't know if I can. What if I'm going crazy? What if it's all a dream, and I wake up in the nightmare that's my life? I shouldn't trust him, but gods, why does his voice affect me like this? Why does he smell like lightning storms and heather? "Nefretiri? Do you know what a mate is?" No, he didn't just say that! Life isn't supposed to be this dark. That's what Nefretiri Jordans believed until her world came crumbling down. Her marriage was now a game of slave and master, and she would never win. Not when her husband was cruel enough to bring his mistresses to the house and act like Nefra was nothing more than a servant. She wants to run, but she can't. He'll never let her go, especially not with their new daughter. So, she has no choice but to live in hell and do her best to stay sane. Unfortunately, that line of sanity suddenly breaks when Ricky goes too far, and Nefra makes a stupid choice. After all, it's just a cake. Who cared about that?  Fate has a cruel sense of humor, and Nefra quickly learns that nothing is by chance. So, what started as a painful but necessary trip to the store turned into an unexpected adventure.  After all, she never put mate on her shopping list. Not that it mattered to Ivan. The Alpha of the Sebryanny Kinzhal pack from Colorado who's slowly coming back from a year of hell. All he wanted was to find peace and figure out what he was supposed to do with his life. The moon goddess had an answer, and she set him up to find the one thing he needed to be saved.  So, when Nefra crashed into his truck and he saw her, Ivan knew she was his destiny. Unfortunately for him, she's not on board and seems to belong to someone else. If Ivan wants Nefretiri to be his, he'll need to do more than earn her trust. Dark secrets are waiting to devour both of them, and more than one enemy is watching in the shadows to claim what both unknowingly hold.  Somehow, they must get past their pain to find each other and build something neither believed was possible again. Finally, it's time to put the cards on the table and bet it all. If they win, their lives will be more than either of them could ever dream, but if they lose, the darkness will destroy more than one life.