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Avvertenza: Contiene contenuti di natura sessuale. Ho aperto la bocca per urlare, per supplicare, ma la mia voce è uscita come un rantolo disperato: "Ti prego... non lasciarmi così... finisci..." In quel momento, mentre il mio corpo bruciava d'attesa, ho sentito qualcosa di completamente diverso. Non era il tocco delle sue dita questa volta, ma un freddo pungente che ha scioccato la mia pelle accaldata sul collo. Era un pezzo di ghiaccio, tenuto abilmente tra le sue labbra, che scendeva con una lentezza straziante verso il mio petto. Il contrasto era terrificante e follemente eccitante; il ghiaccio gelido che mi faceva contrarre i pori, seguito immediatamente dal calore delle sue labbra che inseguivano la scia d'acqua. Potevo sentire la frizione umida delle sue dita dentro la mia figa e il suono di lui che mi succhiava il seno. Sentivo come se il mio corpo non fosse più mio; ero solo un ammasso di nervi infuocati alla sua mercé, desiderosa che ponesse fine a questa tortura e mi riempisse completamente con tutto il suo essere. Ma questa volta si è avvicinato fino a quando il suo respiro rovente mi ha colpito l'orecchio, e ha sussurrato con una voce roca e carica di lussuria: "Vuoi che ti metta il cazzo dentro?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." Ho sentito la punta calda del suo cazzo toccare l'apertura della mia figa. Ha iniziato a stuzzicarla, scivolando su e giù, muovendosi facilmente grazie all'abbondante umidità che mi bagnava. ----------- In una sola notte, è cambiato tutto. Mi sono concessa a un misterioso sconosciuto, un uomo di cui non ho mai visto il volto ma il cui tocco non potrei mai dimenticare. Ora sono incinta e lo scandalo minaccia di distruggere la reputazione della mia famiglia nella nostra piccola città. Per coprire la "vergogna", la mia famiglia si è affrettata a darmi in sposa a un vecchio depravato. Ma il giorno del mio matrimonio, le porte della chiesa non si sono semplicemente aperte: sono andate in frantumi. Un assassino a sangue freddo ha fatto irruzione durante la cerimonia e ha sparato un proiettile in testa al mio sposo prima che potesse anche solo toccarmi. Sono stata rapita e portata via su un'isola privata, simile a una fortezza, dove ho finalmente incontrato il mio rapitore. Si scopre che lo "sconosciuto" di quella notte fatidica non era una persona qualunque. È uno degli uomini più pericolosi della malavita: il Diavolo della Mafia. Ed è venuto a reclamare l'unica cosa che per lui vale più del potere: il suo erede non ancora nato. "Ora mi appartieni", ha sussurrato contro la mia pelle. "E nessuno, vivo o morto, prenderà mai ciò che è mio." ----------------- #RomanzoMafioso #RomanzoDark #FiglioSegreto #ProtagonistaPossessivo #Rapimento

When Dante turns eighteen, he begins having dreams of a power-using fashion model from 500 years ago, Giorgio Valentine, and his journey to stop Nero Leonelli from opening the Apostles' Cabinet and becoming an immortal Thread: a person who lives between the land of the living and the dead. But the dreams are just the start for Dante. His legacy entails mortal fights against deadly power-users and joining the Midnight Spire Conspiracy, a group determined to protect the public from Yokai. Dangerous plots are all around, and the name Nero Leonelli has resurfaced, along with the location of the Apostles' Cabinet, which has the power to unleash chaos onto the world.

After getting rejected from a hundred job applications, my only escape was an afternoon Indian soap opera called Winds from the West. I thought watching it was harmless. I was wrong. The next thing I knew, I woke up inside the story as an extra, a character with no important role, no memorable lines, and absolutely no plot armor. My plan was simple: - Stay out of the main story. - Avoid attracting attention. - Find a way back to my own world. But how am I supposed to do that when the male lead keeps noticing me? I'm just an extra. I'm not supposed to matter. He's supposed to be busy with his own storyline. So why does he remember my name? Help!!! Translation Note: This story was originally written in Indonesian. This English version is translated by the author with the assistance of translation tools and may be revised over time to improve readability and quality.

Running late, the young Lionel Shepard just about made it onto his train for his Summer holiday. However, his lateness didn't sit quite well with one of his fellow passengers, a businessman who sat right beside him. With them both getting off on the wrong foot and with their journey to Porto Biondo taking a total of two days, how would they two learn to accommodate themselves to one another? Would their journey end in an awkward departure, or would their 2-day journey to Porto Biondo be the one they'll remember for the rest of their lives?...

After reading the upteenth Chinese cultivation novel, tired of the repetitive cliches, I thought to create a fan-fic of a cultivation world I would prefer. I then realized that would be a great disservice to both you and me because a.) I don't nearly have enough imagination juice to put forth a decent cohesive story. b.) It would be a waste of both your and my time aka life. So apologies to both @KingofEveryone and @whydoineedanamerly, no story from me. Also an apology about the title, it was literally the first thing I saw when I was thinking of a title. You may be thinking, "So.. if this isn't a fan-fic, what is it?" I dunno.

"In a world where love defies death and soap defies rain, follow two sisters through supernatural trials in a gripping tale of sacrifice, resilience, and unwavering sisterhood."

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Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.