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I pressed my palm flat against the door, turned the lock, and let the click hang in the air between us. "Professor," I whispered, stepping closer until my thighs brushed his desk. "I've been thinking about your lecture on repressed desires. About how the most intense pleasure comes from what we're told we can't have." His jaw tightened. His pupils dilated. "This conversation is crossing a line, Mia. You're my student." "Am I?" I uncrossed my legs, let the cool air brush my bare pussy beneath my skirt. "Or am I just a woman who wants her professor to teach her something real?" That one choice changed everything. This is an addictive collection of 50+ ultra-steamy, taboo short stories filled with public pleasure, power play, and raw, sinful sex that will leave you breathless and soaked. Masturbation in lecture halls. Dirty holidays with step-siblings. Job interviews that turn into hard, wet encounters. Professors who teach more than books. And group sessions you'll never forget. This isn't your average romance collection. This is raw, unapologetic, and dangerously addictive, a binge-worthy anthology of forbidden fantasies where every boundary is meant to be shattered.

Courage is graceful pressure. If one is courageous enough to try , he/she can do anything. So, the thing that started just with curiosity, changed her life . She became successful but within one night everything crumbled. She was falsely accused and was ripped of her title . So, will she rise again ? will she start everything from 0 ? or will she give up and live quite life ? NO . She will come again and fight back not becoz of revenge but to live respectfully. She won't give up . So, wait and READ, to know what will happen .

Derrick is your typical fictional fanboy who enjoys playing video games and reading comics of all kinds regardless of what ganre it may be, if he finds its interesting then he'll invest his time to understand it the character, story and general history of the works he's indulging in... Derrick was on his hospital bed in a private hospital, suffering from the early stages of covid 19 and when he was stable enough he would play his favorite games , prototype 1 and 2, this franchise was his favorite due to the main character and his viral abilities. He would fantasize about how he would have pushed the blacklight virus further than Mercer or heller ever could and little did he know his fantasy would become reality as he a fell into a deep sleep never to wake up in the same world and as the same person ever again... When he would open his eyes again he'll realize he's in the world of his dreams and has the chance to finally live out he's fantasy as the new blacklight virus... Fellow Derrick in his journey of power and evolution as the new apex predator.. Derrick "Mercer your days at the top of the food chain are numbered" Alex "Hm you're full of yourself there buddy, careful not to bite off more than you can chew"

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.

In 2020 a child was born. At first she was normal much like the other's around her, but the day she turned ten she accidently toppled a building. And thus this marked the day the first Homo-Validus, a Borrower had been discovered. She wouldn't be the last one either, as ten year olds all over the world with powers like hers began to appear too. A testing facility where these kids could be raised and researched was established, but after they grew and fought for their freedom, they inevitably won independence after a 50 year long war. Now in 2148, Babel city had grown into one of the few places where Borrowers and Humans could coexist on equal footing. And is now the starting point for a certain student.

"Just let me off myself!" "No!" "What if I say please?" "Seriously?" Life wasn't easy for the tragically beautiful Historiah Kurusso, and in an attempt to end it all, she made it harder for herself. She was now stuck like a dog on a leash, specially supervised by someone whom she resented to the point of tears. But little did she know her life was about to be shaken and turned inside out, like a hurricane coming through a city.

High school student Jane Doe was assigned a school project that leads her to call a distant relative, Dr. Anthony Borres. What begins as a simple interview quickly becomes complicated when he recalls a French girl who intruded into his private life. With only fragments of the story to share, Jane is directed to Dr. Kimberly Morales, where the full picture slowly unfolds. Through these memories, Jane encounters a tale of fleeting love, quiet heartbreak, and the small choices that can shape lives in ways no one anticipates. — Credits to the rightful owner of the image used as reference for the book cover.

He can devour anything, absorb the power of all life and matter and evolve endlessly. The Abyss is the nest of his virus. The infinite Abyss births an infinite demon army. These demons are his instruments, bound to his will, spreading fear and destruction across every world. He leads the Blacklight Demons to tear down the barriers between realms, dragging vibrant civilizations into the Abyss. He is the creator of demons. The master of the apocalypse. The ruler of the Abyss and the origin of Blacklight power. “Who are you that would stand against me?” "The realms are born, burn and fade. I am what remains."

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"