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Sullivan's Girl

“Are you hiding, little bird?” His tone was different from the usual. It wasn't the coo she knew, neither was it the song of calmness that often emanated from him. It was vibrating. An allure that in a dark and dangerous way promised a touch that would drift her alive. Annabelle kept her hand to her mouth, her heart racing past its usual rate. She wondered in that moment—now that she knew what he was—if he could hear her heart beat. As if the universe was sending her a response, she felt him stop. Right above where she hid. Holding a shaky breath, she raised her head, feeling the pressure of his feet on the wood that obscured her view from him. Surely, his ability can't go underground. Surely, the scent of watermelon and potatoes would mask her. Yet…the low chuckle that sounded like a sinister laughter made her heart jump, as her legs gave away. He lifted the wooden pallet, their gazes colliding in a fit of what seems to be prey and predator instinct. A tiny smirk was playing on his face now, the same one she was used to. And the evidence was as glaring as daylight. Blood streak marked his crisp white shirt, drooling down the side of his face to his lips—his hands, a crimson bloody mess against rich skin. The stale of another man's death lingering around him, morphing his aura and forever confirming what he is. What he will always be. “Little bird…” “Please…” A huge palm reached out to pat her nest of hair, definitely leaving behind strokes of blood. The metallic iron scent assaulted her nose in the small space she hid. He was after her heart—an organ she feared he might mean in the literal sense. As she remained in the squatting position, watermelon threatening to squash beneath her knees, she felt his pat. Once. Twice. As soothing as always for a creature like him. “I wished upon you little bird. You cannot run from me.” His words were a promise, a seal that bounded them together. Forever. Annabelle takes pleasure in Sullivan's attention and interest. Yet, the knowledge she lacked was that peculiar interest is often overwhelming. Unhealthy. Obsessive. And a path of thorn that tears at the most precious secrets. ■■■■■■■ !!!This book will contain some dark smut chapters but a series of warnings will be issued beforehand. So…you will be fine ^.^
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Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 18.1k Views
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Earth’s SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World

[40,000 Words Before Lock-In] [R-18] [No NTR] [Smut] [Legal Teens] [Single MILFs] [Feisty GILFs] [Dangerously Funny] Renowned worldwide as Everyman, Joji Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his dirty reputation. Thirty years later, Joji is seventy seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power instead, directing the scenes himself and still going strong. On the side, he even earned a proper medical license and became a real doctor. Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that almost snapped wrong. The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished. His stomach grumbled after being in such a gloomy environment. A hotdog for a dollar across the road. Not too bad of a deal. After almost getting hit by a rearing armored truck, he got his change from a fan. Fucking finally you thought? Wrong. A runaway truck hurtles toward him. Joji breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin. Then something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby. "Mother fu..." ... Joji gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache. Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes. {Welcome, good Sir Joji of Sins.} Link to NSWF HD photos: https://www.reddit.com/r/Porn2CombatGod/
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A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

"Battling young masters for some treasures in mysterious caves? No, thank you. What's so special about a ring containing an old sage's trapped soul? I'll just toss it away. Becoming a direct disciple of some big expert with many enemies? Count me out. I'll flip the bird to the pointless struggle in prestigious sects that only attract calamity. What I have here, this opportunity I've seized, is plenty for me. I'll choose safe and steady methods of progress, even if they're slow. After all, I'm just a simple farmer seeking peace through cultivation. I'll rely on myself to pave the way." - Aksai Everwood (Chapter 7) ============ Aksai Everwood was a terminally ill man in his past life who signed up for one last experiment and accidentally made history by merging his mind with an AI. Instead of dying, he woke up in another world with a new name, new body, and a magical farm. But this isn’t your average pastoral paradise. Spirit farming here means dealing with dangerous cultivation, chaotic realms, and the occasional reality-bending headache. Armed with neural tech, an enchanted farm that grows mystical resources, and the ability to travel between worlds, Aksai skips the usual sect life to blaze his own trail. From druidic powers to martial arts and body cultivation, he’s on a path to conquer many realms. ============ Additional Tags: #druid #bloodlines #Martialarts #worldhopping #artificialintelligence #coldmc #battlenovel #calculatingmc #villain #farming #spiritcultivation #mindcultivation #bodycultivation #worldhopping #rpgelements #low-keymc #sliceoflife #nonarrogantmc
Grayback · 2.4m Views

Stepmom's Secret

In the rain-drenched luxury of a Seoul penthouse, 22-year-old college student Min-jae returns home to a house that feels both familiar and dangerously new. His real mother passed away when he was just 12, leaving him in the shadow of his father's endless business trips. Years later, his father remarried Ji-eun, a stunning 38-year-old Korean beauty with an elegant exterior and a body that hides insatiable desires. Raised alongside his stepsister Yumi, Min-jae has always seen Ji-eun as "Eomma"—the woman who filled the void with warmth, home-cooked meals, and gentle care. But as he matures into a strong, handsome young man, the lines blur. Late nights, accidental touches, lingering glances, and the intoxicating scent of her jasmine perfume awaken something forbidden. With his father away for weeks, the apartment becomes a pressure cooker of tension. Ji-eun's teasing smiles, the way her silk robe slips just enough to reveal soft curves, and her husky whispers calling him "son" push Min-jae to the edge. What begins as innocent guilt spirals into raw, obsessive lust—secret touches, stolen kisses, and nights where boundaries shatter completely. This is a dark, addictive tale of taboo passion, emotional conflict, and unstoppable craving. Will Min-jae give in to the woman who raised him? Or will the risk of discovery—by his father, his stepsister, or society itself—destroy everything? One thing is certain: once the door closes, there's no turning back.
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BLOOD OF LEGENDS: RESURRECTED WITH OVERPOWERED TO REVENGE HUMANITY

Ander was a teenager who every day attended school, learning about the ancient world that he could never know. He lived in one of the only seven cities protected by walls that still remained standing. One hundred years ago, the world changed forever. An unknown species of creatures, called “Hostiles”, appeared on Earth, unleashing an unprecedented plague: their bite infected and caused death in less than twenty-four hours. Humanity was taken by surprise and, in a matter of little time, the majority of the population was eliminated. With the passage of time, society advanced along with technology, raising walls that protected the cities and armored trains that connected them. One day the Hostiles, in an unknown way, managed to invade the city of Ander and bit him. However, upon dying, Ander resurrected with new abilities and a hidden power that allowed him to face them. Humanity still carries unknowns: the cure of the infection, the origin of the Hostiles… and now, the mystery of Ander. Ander will have to train to master his abilities, protect his friends, find his missing mother and show the world that he is not an enemy, but an ally. Together with other survivors, Ander finds himself in the middle of a desperate struggle for survival. But this will not be the end of his story, but the beginning of a legend. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DAILY CHAPTERS!!!!
TheWOLFZeta · 5.5k Views