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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

Doing this for fun First timer so I'll try improving Hope it staves off some boredom This is a fanfic so I only own my mc and his system all other characters are to their original owners Meet Odin a guy that has existed since well ever. after he died on earth he returned to being the strongest existence in all reality. deciding to take a break before he continues his goal he makes a cafe connecting every universe. there will be many people some from worlds no one knows to others that many of you know. since he has gone through multiple Life's he might end up as one of the characters in that world maybe even the main character. This is a weak to strong story as in he goes from a normal man that could destroy reality with his soul to a man that can just erase everything because he accidentally forgot about the thing he destroyed Also, many systems might be involved but they aren't as important

Surrendering her life to copywriting for the biotech wing of a multinational corporation was not what Eliza Latimer had had in mind for herself when she graduated from college with a degree in English. Seized by a sudden impulse to defy her fate, she sends a series of incendiary e-mails to the higher echelons of the company. Eliza is certain that she will be fired. But, why would a huge corporation like Monte Salute bring one of its lowliest employees upstate to meet the gorgeous sole heir and owner, if he was just going to fire her? Alessandro Neroni has a secret that Eliza is about to find out. But, she has a secret of her own. On the other side of the country, Nick Assenzio was working with a team of physicists on the verge of a revolutionary break-through. His life is plunged into disarray when he is implicated in a terrorist plot and must run from a fate worse than death. With his world turned completely upside down, Nick must ally himself with an alcoholic, chain-smoking, semi-immortal magician named Beau. How will a shadowy religious cabal, an extradimensional bar, the scientific manifestation of hell, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night eventually weave the fabric Eliza's destiny to Nick's? Who will survive? Can they, along with their unlikely allies, save the world from the Pandemonium Dream? Drink Deeply is created by Emile Bienert, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

a lonely vampire wandering in the black forest, meets a human girl who was looking for a vampire that will drink her blood, so she would become immortal.

*Mature Content Born as the prettiest daughter of a Duke made Triana grew up to be an innocent, spoiled girl. However, she realizes that her beauty is the reason for all the happiness she has gotten so far. Thus, she asks a witch to make her beauty immortal. Giving a torture potion to a vampire who has been confined in a hidden castle is a condition from the witch to Triana for her eternal beauty. The last Dracula’s descendant - He, who survived the war, was chained in magic, forgotten, and starving. Deceiving the vampire allows Triana to have a timeless beauty. But that way, she also realizes that she has been framed by the witch. The vampire's chains fell off and the girl in front of him should be his appetising prey. However, he realises something is wrong with his body when the girl almost died at his hands. “You two have the same arrogance. Isn't ‘eat or be eaten’ a principle of your lives? Now, suffer together in my curse!” Triana's and Vlador's hearts beat at the same time. Both will die if one of them dies. And Triana has to drink Vlador's blood if she wants to stay alive – While Vlador has to hold his huge craving for Triana's blood. What should they do? And how do they continue their lives in this circumstance? --- * Follow my insta @kalong_ungu_eng *This novel is rated 18+ and the author takes no complaints about the dark and explicit content. *The cover is mine. Do not use.

I knew alcohol had a weird effect on the body but what I didn't expect it to do was make me tear up the dance floor with Lizzie by my side. The alcohol made me feel as feel as though I had just been injected with some powerful chemical. I felt different and I couldn't categorize it. If it was the good different,I didn't know. If it was the bad,I couldn't tell. "I didn't know you partied." And it was at that exact moment I froze. Usually,when someone sneaks up on me, I'd turn around and kick them in the shin or punch them. Trust me, those were very important reflexes reflexes even though my hands were made for writing or chopping carrots and not for punching. I grew up being close to people who loved to play pranks on people. 'People' meaning 'me'. My older brother, my cousin Jacob and he who shall not be named. Those times I could tell if it was Mg or Jacob or Mr nameless. But this time it felt different. I knew who was behind me, heck,it was the person who has been around me a lot these past two days but my reflexes wouldn't work. I urged them to, played the actions out in my head but nothing happened. The party all around us disappeared and it was at that I knew, that moment that I felt, something deep inside me that I have never felt before. Maybe it was that feeling, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just me acting on impulse that made me do what I did next. A tale as old as time, where popular meets average but through a night of persuasion, alcohol and a quite blank state of mind.

Zhou Zi. Destiny binds him to the Winemaster System, a relic of immortal design born from a cosmic accident....a result of the collaboration of the two immortal zanoas, 5 immortal bontas, 18 immortal zenis, and several immortal gods. What begins as a dying pub is reborn as Immortal Drink — a tavern unlike any other, where drinks whisper purpose, atmosphere bends reality, and even ordinary ingredients carry echoes of cultivation. A single tavern becomes a seed. A single seed, the whisper of a world’s future. Higher Dimensions, Planar Worlds, Origin, Cosmic Entities, A Project Ongoing, Gods, Zenis, Bontas, Zanoas...

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?...

In a world where the supernatural hides behind fragile veils of order, Elena’s life changes the night an ancient fracture responds to her blood. Raised in the mortal world under the guardianship of her calculating uncle, Adrian Vale, Elena never knew her lineage carried something older than divinity itself. When a ritual disturbance tears open a forbidden threshold, she draws the attention of the enigmatic Ghost King, Lucien, ruler of a shadowed realm that exists parallel to humanity’s world. What begins as a collision between a mortal girl and an immortal sovereign slowly unfolds into a dangerous revelation: the fracture between realms is not merely a sealed gate—it is a crossroads. And Elena is its living axis. As celestial forces led by Commander Seraphine establish a tense perimeter, and unseen entities stir beneath the foundations of both realms, Elena discovers that her bloodline does not simply unlock power—it stabilizes balance. Each disturbance accelerates synchronization between worlds. Each choice shifts orientation. Above them, divine authority tightens its grip. Below them, something ancient counts patiently in the dark. Lucien, bound by sovereignty yet drawn irresistibly to Elena, must decide whether to protect the realm through control—or trust the one person who can reshape it. Their connection deepens with every crisis, intimate yet restrained, built on tension rather than surrender. Meanwhile, Adrian’s ambition entangles him with forces far beyond comprehension, turning him from opportunist to unwilling conduit. This is a romance threaded through cosmic politics, a fantasy rooted in engineered containment, and a slow-burning saga where power is not seized—but weighed. Because the fracture is not waiting to open. It is waiting to see who deserves to decide which way it faces.

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!