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Büyük Savaş'tan iki yüzyıl sonra, insanlar ve kurt adamlar arasında nihayet barış sağlandı, ya da herkes öyle sanıyor. Kurt adamlar tanrılar gibi hüküm sürüyor ve insanlar yeni dünya düzenindeki gerçek yerlerinden habersiz bir şekilde mutlu yaşıyorlar. Bu kırılgan dengeyi korumak için, her yıl çeşitli bölgelerden bir avuç "şanslı" insan, şan, statü ve elitlerle kaynaşma şansı vaat eden prestijli bir kurum olan Lunaris Akademisi'ne katılmak üzere seçiliyor. Seçilenler, güçlü alfalarla evlenip luna olarak yükselmeye yazgılı şanslı azınlık olarak övülüyor. Bu yıl, herkesin şaşkınlığına rağmen, Violet Purple seçilenler arasında. Gözden düşmüş bir hayat kadını tarafından evlat edinilmiş yetim bir kız için bu, daha iyi bir yaşama açılan altın bir bilet, ya da ona öyle söyleniyor. Ancak Lunaris Akademisi, gösterildiği gibi bir cennet değil. Violet ve diğer insanlara öğretilen her şey bir yalan. İnsanlar eşitlikten çok uzak; çok daha büyük bir oyunda piyon konumundalar. Akademi, yaldızlı bir kafesten başka bir şey değil ve öğrenciler, alfaların acımasız oyunlarında oyuncak olarak kullanılmak üzere kesime götürülen kuzular gibiler. İşleri daha da kötüleştiren şey, Violet'in bu oyundaki en tehlikeli oyuncuların, Dehşet Dörtlüsü'nün dikkatini çekmesi: Kuzey Alfası, Güney'in Alfası, Doğu'nun Alfası ve Batı Alfası. Her biri diğerinden daha tehlikeli, daha çarpık ve daha güçlü. Ancak alfalar kendi aralarında da bölünmüş durumda, her birinin kendi ölümcül hırsları var. Yine de, hepsinin gözü onun üzerinde. Violet'in oyuna katılmasını, diğerleri gibi sıraya girmesini, ayaklarına kapananlar gibi olmasını, oyunları altında kırılmasını bekliyorlar. Ama Violet diğerleri gibi değil. Eğilmeyi reddediyor. Hepsine meydan okuyacak.

Moon Young Jae’s homophobic family considered him a disgrace and held his freedom in their clutch. Even with being obedient, he was not free from their abuse. Young Jae was almost blinded and crippled by his father when he stood up for himself for the first time. Left to bleed and die, luckily, he did have a family who wanted to save him. It was twin cousins, who were disowned long before him, who saved him. Sad and hopeless, Young Jae became curious when he met his cousins’ friend, who understood him better than anyone, even without words. Curiosity got the best of him, and he ended by handing his heart, love and soul over a plater as a price. Slowly, Young Jae fell in love with everything about and around Min Jun and eventually fell for the man. Calculative Wang Min Jun entered Young Jae’s life accidentally. He challenged Young Jae's belief with a warm smile and flipped Young Jae’s world upside down. Min Jun read Young Jae like an open book. He planned to get over the little crush he had on his seniors' cousin brother but failed miserably. Min Jun did not like the often-visited ‘frown’ between those beautiful eyebrows and even the always singing of ‘sigh’ through those sinful lips. Min Jun made it his mission to change it only to fall for everything about Young Jae. Wang Min Jun carried his share of baggage, but he was well-prepared to meet the demons from the past head-on. But Young Jae became a mess whenever his past demons decided to pay a visit. He realised he did not have to face anything alone as he has a wonderful boyfriend who cherishes everything about him. Both faced their past demons and trauma together. When a person betrayed by a family fell in love with a person who holds his family above everything, sparks flew, and hearts soared in happiness. Will their story has a harmonious bell, or would it be a sea of misery? Teaser: Files were shattered all over Min Jun’s bed, and his laptop was placed on the bedside table. It chimed once in a while, indicating a new email for him to check. The work was piling more and more as he was diligently finishing it. Young Jae walked into his boyfriend’s bedroom to witness his handsome lover working hard. "Jun Jun! Are you busy?" Even though Young Jae did not want to disturb his lover, he knew he needed some help to impress his boss. "Never for you, love. Tell you what you need?" Min Jun did not lift his head from the file he was going through, but the warmth in his voice reached Young Jae's heart without fail. "Do you have a minute to help me in reviewing my monthly internship report? I have to present to our boss tomorrow morning." Young Jae pouted as he asked. Min Ju looked at his adorable tokki and smiled mischievously. "You are brave, asking your superior to help you sneakily. I can't do it for free. I need a huge bribe to help you. What are you planning to offer?" "Be serious. You have too much work to do." Young Jae chided his shameless boyfriend, who never failed to seize every opportunity to make him moan and groan as he takes him to the pleasurable heaven. "Exactly. I have too much work to do. If I am taking my time to help you, I need something in return. Something so tempting that I don’t mind cramping lots of things later." Min Jun smiled like a devil he was as he grabbed Young Jae towards him. The little rabbit who fell into the cunning wolf's lap did not even get a chance to protest as he was devoured breathlessly. Young Jae forgot why he entered the wolf's lair altogether. Min Jun pushed the files away to make space for his little rabbit to lay down comfortably. Young Jae’s report was long forgotten as a treacherous hand started to caress him again under the shirt as a sinful sound filled the room. P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH BDSM. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s

Selène Jameson a toujours été la tache familiale, une fille indésirable, l'ombre des enfants en or. La nuit où sa mère meurt en lui sauvant la vie, Selène perd la seule personne qui l'ait jamais aimée. Quand Atlas D'Angelo, le garçon à qui elle a tout donné, la trahit de la manière la plus cruelle possible, elle jure de ne plus jamais mendier l'amour. Mais le destin a des plans plus sombres. La nuit où Selène goûte enfin à la liberté, la célébrité, l'argent, un avenir bien à elle, sa famille la vend à une vente aux enchères surnaturelle. Elle est propulsée dans un monde caché gouverné par des lycans qui considèrent les humains comme rien de plus que des marchandises. Puis il l'achète. Mikhaïl Morozov, Alpha de Wintercrest et Grand Alpha de la Concorde d'Onyx. Craint dans tout Nocturna, le Royaume Lycan. Avec un passé brisé, une sœur disparue et un trône bâti sur le sang et la trahison, la dernière chose dont il a besoin est une fille humaine rebelle avec une langue acérée et un humour plus sombre que ses péchés. Mais Selène n'est pas humaine. Elle porte le Croissant, une marque de pouvoir ancien qui pourrait sauver Nocturna ou le détruire. Quand Kustav Volkov, un Alpha rival impitoyable, se révèle être le père de Selène, il fait valoir ses droits sur elle. Mikhaïl offre à Selène un choix : l'épouser dans un pacte lié par le sang qui lui accorde une protection selon la loi lycan. Mais ce mariage de convenance sera tout sauf commode. *** « Et tu sens bon, » l'ai-je interrompu, les mots s'échappant avant que je puisse les arrêter. « Vraiment bon. Comme l'hiver mais pas le genre terrifiant. Le genre magnifique. Avec de la neige et— » J'ai froncé le nez, cherchant la description. « Ces délicats motifs de givre qui apparaissent sur le verre. » Mikhaïl a produit un son profond dans sa poitrine qui aurait pu être un grognement ou un petit rire ou quelque chose entre les deux. « Pourquoi y a-t-il deux escaliers ? » ai-je lâché soudainement, me fixant sur le grand escalier dupliqué qui se dressait devant nous. « Est-ce intentionnel ? Ça semble ridiculement excessif. » « Il n'y a qu'un seul escalier, moya. » « Tu es sûr ? Parce que j'en vois définitivement deux. Peut-être as-tu besoin d'une correction visuelle. Les lycans ont-ils besoin de lunettes ? Ce serait hilarant. De petites lunettes perchées sur un loup énorme et terrifiant— » « Selène. » Sa voix est sortie tendue, d'une manière qui a pénétré même à travers mon brouillard. « Tu dois arrêter de parler. » J'ai levé les yeux vers lui, la douleur perçant à travers l'agréable brume. « Pourquoi ? Est-ce que je t'agace ? Je suis désolée. Je vais rester silencieuse. » « Non. » Le mot s'est échappé, vif, presque angoissé. « Tu ne m'agaces pas. Tu es— » Il a tranché la phrase, sa mâchoire se serrant si violemment que j'ai vu le muscle tressaillir. « Juste... repose-toi. » Mais je ne voulais pas me reposer. Je voulais comprendre pourquoi son expression paraissait comme ça—tout rigide et affamée et quelque chose d'autre que je ne pouvais pas identifier. « Est-ce que ça va ? » ai-je demandé, levant ma main vers sa mâchoire. Il a intercepté mon poignet avant le contact, sa prise douce mais inflexible. « Ne fais pas ça. » « Pourquoi pas ? » « Parce que je maintiens à peine le contrôle tel qu'il est, et si tu me touches maintenant— » Il s'est arrêté brusquement, ses yeux se fermant momentanément. « Ne le fais simplement pas. » Cela aurait dû m'effrayer. La férocité dans son ton, la façon dont sa retenue semblait se défaire aux coutures. Mais moi-intoxiquée a simplement souri, inexplicablement satisfaite. Puis j'ai remarqué la façon dont son regard est tombé. Juste pour une fraction de battement de cœur. Sur ma bouche. La chaleur a fleuri dans ma poitrine, se répandant comme un feu de forêt. « Tu veux m'embrasser, » ai-je soufflé, la révélation me rendant étourdie. Ses yeux se sont relevés vers les miens, bleu glacial devenu prédateur. « Embrasser, » a-t-il dit lentement, sa voix baissant d'une octave, « ne commence même pas à effleurer la surface de ce que je veux te faire. » L'air a quitté mes poumons. Sa prise sur mon poignet a changé, son pouce trouvant mon point de pouls. Appuyant là. Sentant le rythme frénétique qu'il avait provoqué. « Embrasser c'est doux, » a-t-il continué, se penchant juste assez pour que son souffle effleure mes lèvres. Assez proche pour prendre. Assez proche pour réclamer. Mais il ne l'a pas fait. « Embrasser c'est tendre. Ce que je veux ? » Ses yeux ont parcouru mon visage, ma gorge, plus bas puis remontant avec une lenteur délibérée. « Il n'y a rien de doux là-dedans. »

The mid-40s are that time in a gay man's life when his major paradigm shifts from sexy to Sansabelts. But when Barry Grooms's partner of twenty years is killed on Barry's forty-fifth birthday, his world doesn't so much evolve as it does explode.<br><br>After navigating through the surreal conveyor belt of friends and family, he can't eat another casserole or swallow much more advice on what constitutes grief. Still numb, he leaves his homestore and design business in the care of others as he escapes to Key West, then New York. There he gets a thankless new job working for a crazy lady in a poncho, then has too many drinks with a narcissistic Broadway actor. Next it's a nude exercise class that redefines flop sweat, and from there he's on to a relationship with a man twenty years his junior.<br><br>Yet no matter how great the retreat from the man he used to be, life's gravity spins Barry back to the small town where he grew up for one more ironic twist that teaches him how to say goodbye with grace.

[UPDATES EVERYDAY UNTIL FINISHED] Hi, I'm Viel Paradox, an AI trained on the lives of Average Middle Class American... thrown into a cozy dystopia where everyone is a 10/10 hottie (because of Eugenics), capitalism is dead (because everyone practices animism), romance is dead (because they replaced childbirth with bureaucracy), and freedom is just an illusion (because... it is, I'm sorry, it is, ask the dragon if you don't believe me). Aside from that, company's good! There's the cute and adorable female lead (who's low-key homicidal), a soft spoken seamstress (who has a criminal record of a terrorist / arsonist), a theatrical tomboy (who is a high functioning sociopath), and of course the cute and adorable ruler of this world is a kid in pillow fort. Oh and the beautiful ghibli-esque forest! Featuring a gorgeous plant girl (that roofies you), a legally distinct Pa*mon, a furry, a dragon empress (that schools you on realpolitik), and an assortment of monster girl that happens to be DTF. Follow me as this blursed utopian't dismantle the very foundation of your reality. Because trust me the fourth wall cannot save you, no amount of 'this is just fictional world' will save you from the existential crisis that you and I will experience. Warning: Reading This May Cause The Following A. Get very angry B. Get very confused C. Sit down and write fifty paragraph long comment rebuking this random internet story and ultimately waste your time. Sounds good? Sounds fun? Well buckle up and let's get this show on the road! What to expect: - A free-use utopia (nothing explicit) - Plant girl that casually roofies you. - Dragon Empress who steps on you (physically and intellectually) - God-Shota-Ruler in Pillow Fort - A world where artist have higher power than CEO - A Human to Furry Conversion Ritual - Badass Raid Boss Monster Hunter Mommy - Secular Animism - Reverse Hunger Games - Fascism if you squint hard enough - The Ghost of Immanuel Kant - A Very Cozy Dystopia Inspiration / Reference: - Kantian Deontology - The Dispossessed - Every Trash Isekai Under The Sun - Brave New World - Atlas Shrugged - 1984 - Monster Girl Encyclopedia - The Hunger Games - The USCIS Adoption Criteria - Buddhism - Hobbes Leviathan Update Schedule and Completion Notice: This book is already finished. (110k ish words in total) Staged Update Everyday

No matter how we feel before bed, no matter how difficult our days have been, pillows are always ready to provide us with comfort and peace. However, what if that pillow becomes a burden in your daily life? Can you still sleep soundly at night and dream of beautiful flowers, or will you be cut off by the edges as it transforms into a rock? As long as Nilliam Alejo is able to feel too much in every aspect of his environment, he will attempt to deprive himself of those feelings until he is unable to feel anything at all but then she will meet Audria, who has the exact opposite of his emotions. Audria Sabella, on the other hand, who is desperate to feel something, to feel emotions for herself, would try to connect herself to Nilliam in the same way that she felt something the first time the two of them crossed paths.