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Dicen que es un monstruo. Un mito. Un demonio envuelto en piel humana. La llaman la Bruja del Bosque. Deberían haberla llamado una advertencia. Hazel-Anne Davis fue criada en El Patio del Diablo para el fin del mundo—parte humana, parte demonio, completa superviviente, y absolutamente harta de todo. Cuando despierta en el cuerpo moribundo de una niña en un mundo extraño, no llora ni entra en pánico. Construye. Mata. Sobrevive. Las montañas se convierten en su hogar, y ella se convierte en la pesadilla susurrada en tabernas ebrias y consejos de guerra atemorizados. Ningún ejército jamás regresa. Ningún intruso vive. Hasta que los conoció a ellos. Arrastrada de su montaña, drogada y atada en un baúl como algún trofeo bárbaro, Hazel-Anne es forzada a entrar en la resplandeciente prisión de la corte real—un lugar donde las dagas se esconden detrás de abanicos, el veneno se vierte en tazas de porcelana, y se espera obediencia de mujeres que deberían conocer su lugar. Hazel no conoce su lugar. Y si lo conoce, se niega a quedarse en él. Cinco hombres poderosos—cada uno peligroso a su manera—están a punto de aprender que la "bruja" que robaron no es ninguna salvaje. Es más inteligente que ellos. Más letal que sus peores enemigos. Y ha terminado de jugar según las reglas de cualquiera. Ahora todos ellos—el príncipe guerrero con cicatrices, el genio Príncipe Heredero, el general de ojos demoníacos, el asesino en las sombras, y el mercader envuelto en seda y mentiras—tendrán que decidir: ¿Intentarán controlarla? ¿O se arrodillarán ante la tormenta que han desatado? De cualquier manera, al final del día, la Bruja tendrá su venganza.

Ils disent qu'elle est un monstre. Un mythe. Un démon enveloppé dans une peau humaine. Ils l'appellent la Sorcière des Bois. Ils auraient dû l'appeler un avertissement. Hazel-Anne Davis a été élevée dans le Terrain de Jeu du Diable pour la fin du monde—mi-humaine, mi-démon, survivante accomplie, et absolument lasse de tout. Quand elle se réveille dans le corps mourant d'un enfant dans un monde étranger, elle ne pleure pas et ne panique pas. Elle construit. Elle tue. Elle survit. Les montagnes deviennent sa maison, et elle devient le cauchemar dont on chuchote dans les tavernes ivres et les conseils de guerre effrayés. Aucune armée ne revient jamais. Aucun intrus ne survit. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle les rencontre. Arrachée de sa montagne, droguée et ligotée dans un coffre comme un trophée barbare, Hazel-Anne est forcée d'entrer dans la prison étincelante de la cour royale—un lieu où les poignards se cachent derrière les éventails, où le poison est versé dans des tasses en porcelaine, et où l'obéissance est attendue des femmes qui devraient connaître leur place. Hazel ne connaît pas sa place. Et si elle la connaît, elle refuse d'y rester. Cinq hommes puissants—chacun dangereux à sa manière—sont sur le point d'apprendre que la "sorcière" qu'ils ont volée n'est pas une sauvage. Elle est plus intelligente qu'eux. Plus mortelle que leurs pires ennemis. Et elle en a fini de jouer selon les règles de quiconque. Maintenant, ils devront tous—le prince guerrier balafré, le Prince Héritier génie, le général aux yeux de démon, l'assassin dans l'ombre, et le marchand enveloppé de soie et de mensonges—décider : Vont-ils essayer de la contrôler ? Ou s'agenouilleront-ils devant la tempête qu'ils ont déchaînée ? Quoi qu'il en soit, à la fin de la journée, la Sorcière aura sa vengeance.

Sie sagen, sie ist ein Monster. Ein Mythos. Ein Dämon in menschlicher Haut. Sie nennen sie die Hexe im Wald. Sie hätten sie eine Warnung nennen sollen. Hazel-Anne Davis wurde im Spielplatz des Teufels für das Ende der Welt aufgezogen—teils Mensch, teils Dämon, vollständige Überlebenskünstlerin und absolut fertig mit allem. Als sie im sterbenden Körper eines Kindes in einer fremden Welt aufwacht, weint oder panikt sie nicht. Sie baut. Sie tötet. Sie überlebt. Die Berge werden ihr Zuhause, und sie wird zum Albtraum, über den in betrunkenen Tavernen und verängstigten Kriegsräten geflüstert wird. Keine Armee kehrt jemals zurück. Kein Eindringling überlebt. Bis sie ihnen begegnete. Von ihrem Berg verschleppt, betäubt und in einem Koffer wie eine barbarische Trophäe gefesselt, wird Hazel-Anne in das glitzernde Gefängnis des königlichen Hofes gezwungen—ein Ort, an dem sich Dolche hinter Fächern verbergen, Gift in Porzellanschalen gegossen wird und von Frauen Gehorsam erwartet wird, die ihren Platz kennen sollten. Hazel kennt ihren Platz nicht. Und wenn doch, weigert sie sich, dort zu bleiben. Fünf mächtige Männer—jeder auf seine Art gefährlich—sind dabei zu lernen, dass die "Hexe", die sie gestohlen haben, keine Wilde ist. Sie ist klüger als sie. Tödlicher als ihre schlimmsten Feinde. Und sie hat keine Lust mehr, nach den Regeln anderer zu spielen. Jetzt müssen sie alle—der vernarbte Kriegerprinz, der geniale Kronprinz, der dämonenäugige General, der Assassine im Schatten und der in Seide und Lügen gehüllte Händler—entscheiden: Werden sie versuchen, sie zu kontrollieren? Oder werden sie vor dem Sturm knien, den sie entfesselt haben? So oder so, am Ende des Tages wird die Hexe ihre Rache bekommen.

They say she’s a monster. A myth. A demon wrapped in human skin. They call her the Witch in the Woods. They should have called her a warning. Hazel-Anne Davis was raised in the Devil's Playground for the end of the world—part human, part demon, full survivalist, and absolutely done with it all. When she wakes up in the dying body of a child in a foreign world, she doesn’t cry or panic. She builds. She kills. She survives. The mountains become her home, and she becomes the nightmare whispered about in drunken taverns and frightened war councils. No army ever returns. No trespasser lives. Until she met them. Dragged from her mountain, drugged and bound in a trunk like some barbaric trophy, Hazel-Anne is forced into the glittering prison of the royal court—a place where daggers hide behind fans, poison is poured in porcelain cups, and obedience is expected from women who should know their place. Hazel does not know her place. And if she does, she refuses to stay in it. Five powerful men—each dangerous in their own right—are about to learn that the “witch” they stole is no savage. She’s smarter than they are. Deadlier than their worst enemies. And she’s done playing by anyone else’s rules. Now all of them—the scarred warrior prince, the genius Crown Prince, the demon-eyed general, the assassin in the shadows, and the merchant wrapped in silk and lies—will have to decide: Will they try to control her? Or will they kneel before the storm they’ve unleashed? Either way, at the end of the day, the Witch will have her revenge. Other Novels: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Part Of Your World (Completed) Dancing with Monsters (Completed) As Silent As A Mouse (Completed) Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel (Completed) The Witch In The Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis (Ongoing) Seraphina's Revenge (Ongoing)

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT ====================== NOVEL KHUSUS DEWASA - BIJAKLAH DALAM MEMILIH BACAAN Novel demi meningkatkan keintiman suami isteri... **************** Kisah wanita-wanita dalam pusaran sebuah rumah kost ekslusif dalam problematika hidup nan rumit yang mereka hadapi. Mulai dari sang pemilik kost, eksekutif perusahaan, pegawai kantor, kapster salon, kasir minimarket, ibu rumah tangga dengan berbagai latar belakang ekonomi, usia, pendidikan dan kedudukan. Di belantara ibukota yang keras dan nyaris menghalalkan segala cara, hanya ada satu cara untuk bisa bertahan hidup dan meraih sukses. Mereka, para wanita serba cantik itu, harus mempertaruhkan segalanya. Kalau perlu dengan keindahan tubuh mereka masing-masing. Ini sulit terhindarkan karena mereka hidup dikelilingi pria-pria predator yang licik dan keras dimana beberapa di antaranya sepertinya terlihat terlalu lugu untuk mengenai dunia yang keras ini.

Number 69: 69 is slang for when two partners arrange their bodies to perform oral sex on each other at the same time in a way that looks like number 69. Long live France! Slang 69 dates back, if you can believe it, to the French Revolution. The term is found in a French work from 1790, Les catéchismes des putains, attributed to the revolutionary figure Théroigne de Méricour, who described a sixty-nine, or "sixty-nine" in French. English picked up 69 in the 1880s, with its numeric shortcut, 69, familiar in the 1970s. As long as there have been humans, however, there has probably been the practice of a 69. This is described in the ancient Indian Kama Sutra, for example, as the congressional stance of a crow. The position involves different-sex or same-sex partners lying on top of each other - genitals or anus - at the same time, usually achieved by lying on their side or one on top. That is unless those involved take the Standing 69 or Eiffel 69, known variations of the movement. If you are looking for more details from us, well, there are other websites for that. 69 is commonly referenced - and sneered at - in popular culture. R&B singer Rick James released "She Blew My Mind (69 Times)" in 1982, for example, and Bryan Adams 1984 "Summer of '69", which makes puns on the year of peace and love 1969. Rapper Daniel Hernandez is best known by his suggestive stage name, In the 2000s, 69 = inspired something of a meme where netizens comment "kindly" on just about any content online with number 69 (for example, poll shows 69% of Americans approve of the new law). Not that this is new. Almost all of us who know 69 make jokes every time we meet 69 in the wild, from phone numbers and jersey numbers to birthdays and license plates. Number 69: When angel number 69 appears in your life, it is a message from your angels regarding achieving your goals and fulfilling your potential. Angel number 69 can appear in different ways, so it is important to remain open to the messages that the Spirit sends to us. Angel number 69 is a sign from your angels that a cycle in your home and family life is coming to an end, which means another is just beginning. Ghouls: The ghoul is a demon-like being or monstrous humanoid native to the pre-Islamic Arab religion, associated with cemeteries and consuming human flesh. In modern fiction, the term has often been used for a certain type of undead monster. Drinks blood, eats the dead, feeds on young children, seduces humans, morphs into an ostrich, steals coins. 鬼: Japanese folklore, a type of demonic creature often giant in size, of great strength, and frightening in appearance. They are generally considered to be of foreign origin, possibly brought to Japan from China with Buddhism. Cruel and malicious, they can nevertheless convert to Buddhism….

First born princess of Goryeo is promised to Silla in marriage. What has begun as a promise between families becomes a pact sealed in blood when her betrothed is mysteriously killed. Now what binds Seol, the lady Ha In of Goryeo to Silla is a blood debt – to turn away from it would be to topple the country into irreparable chaos. Yet, her heart lies with another. Raised from obscurity of illegitimacy, fate of concubine - born last son of northern Kang clan rests on the emperor’s grace. However, being tasked with the guardianship of the imperial princess is the last of his worries. In the whirlwind of emotions that she brings along, it is not just his title that is at stake, but his heart and a secret that he had brought from a grave of a different time. Theirs is a fate from an age gone by, but a love impossible to attain. Theirs is a story written upon dying stars. *** From inside: The snow caressed him in a way she yearned to; fluttering against his lashes, tangled up in his hair. She has always felt home in north, in the valleys that filled themselves with her namesake and with this man beside he, arrows slung over his shoulder and laughter in his eyes. Silla and her betrothed would never take that place. Seol opens her mouth; it is now or never. “Don’t say it,” he cuts her off, a hand stretched out for a lonely snowflake to perch upon. It turns translucent against his roughed palm. “My hand isn’t made for snowflakes,” he sounds joyous, as he always does – when she is weeping within. His eyes remain resolutely elsewhere. “I’ve been summoned to the garrison,” he continues in that same flat tone. “My last duty here will be to deliver your highness to your betrothed.” She is unaware of the tear that has escaped, until an ice cold thumb brushes it off. “Don’t cry,” he says then and she sees the laughing spark in his eyes for what it truly is; longing. “It breaks my heart.” ***

【เลี้ยงลูก+ชายแย่งชิง+สมรภูมิชิงรัก】 ลู่โย่วทะลุมิติมายังโลกอสูรระหว่างดวงดาว ที่นี่มีระบบการลงทะเบียนที่เข้มงวด ประชาชนทุกคนยกย่องสายเลือดบริสุทธิ์เป็นสิ่งสูงสุด เธอกลายเป็นคุณหนูตัวจริงของตระกูลขุนนางชั้นต่ำที่พลัดหลงอยู่ภายนอก ถูกรับกลับบ้าน ก็เพียงเพราะอยากให้เธอไปแต่งงานเชื่อมสัมพันธ์ แลกกับราคาที่ดีกว่าเท่านั้น เดิมทีลู่โย่วทะลุมิติครั้งแรกก็ค่อนข้างตื่นตระหนก แต่กลับผูกมัดกับ "ระบบเลี้ยงลูก" ขอเพียงมอบคุณค่าทางอารมณ์ให้เจ้าตัวน้อย ก็สามารถได้รับรางวัลอันมากมาย ถ้าอย่างนั้นปัญหาก็คือ ลูกของเธออยู่ที่ไหน? * ในพิธีเปิดภาคเรียนของสถาบันขุนนาง เจ้าตัวน้อยวัย 3 ขวบที่มีเขามังกรแหลมคู่หนึ่งบนหัว ผมสีทองตาสีทอง ตะโกนเรียกแม่ต่อหน้าสาธารณชน ทั้งเผ่ามังกรตกตะลึง องค์ชายซีซาร์แห่งเผ่ามังกรทองทอสายตาเย็นชามาว่า: "เธอคลอดลูกของข้าตั้งแต่เมื่อไหร่?" ในวันงานแต่งงาน เธอเพิ่งจะเดินขึ้นพรมแดงท่ามกลางสายตาของทุกคน มือยังไม่ทันวางลงบนมือของว่าที่คู่หมั้น องค์ชายมังกรทอง เจ้าตัวน้อยที่มีผมยาวราวสาหร่ายทะเล ดวงตาสีเขียวเข้ม มองเธออย่างน้อยใจ พูดว่า: "แม่ครับ แม่ไม่ต้องการหนูแล้วเหรอ?" ทั้งเผ่าไซเรนตกตะลึง! ทายาทราชาปีศาจผู้โดดเดี่ยว เดินขึ้นพรมแดงอย่างไม่รีบร้อน: "ดูเหมือนงานแต่งงานของพวกท่านต้องหยุดไว้ก่อนแล้ว แม่ของลูกข้า เธอไม่ให้คำอธิบายกับข้าหน่อยเหรอ?" กว่าจะปลอบใจองค์ชายทั้งสองจากเผ่ามังกรและเผ่าไซเรนได้สำเร็จ ลู่โย่วคิดว่านี่คงเป็นขีดสุดแล้ว ผลปรากฏว่าราชาอสูรเสือขาว อุ้มเจ้าตัวน้อยผมขาวตาสีน้ำเงินคนหนึ่งปรากฏตัวขึ้น: "แม่ของลูกข้า เธอกำลังคิดจะทิ้งข้าไปหลังจากเล่นสนุกแล้วใช่ไหม?" ไม่ใช่นะ ระบบก็ไม่ได้บอกนี่ ว่าเลี้ยงลูกแล้วยังแถมพ่อมาด้วย?

Something dark is awakening in the city. An ancient horror that if unleashed will spell disaster for humanity and all the non-humans of the world. Danica Logan is a survivor but lacks direction in her life. Born without a Pack or a wolf she has survived in the city through sheer stubbornness. Now her secret double life is about to be exposed as she is thrown into not only a new pack but becomes the target of the ancient horror for her unique talent that she has yet to discover. WARNING : this book has strong language from the start, a lot of scenes of violent or adult nature. And twists a lot of generally accepted rules. If you are of the sensitive disposition look away.

She ain't no genius and only knows the language of fight, but what'll she do when fate decides to entangle her with a brilliant CEO of the company she works in? Would they make a match or would their secret love story will only get limited to 'close friends'? This sweet and spicy story consists of our protagonists Ayana, an ordinary office employee in disguise, and Eric, a genius cold hearted CEO of the company she works in. It was in the bar of an office party, when they both met each other for the first time. But as time progressed, their connections grew deeper and slowly things began to change. With Eric's help, she got to see the true face of her ex-boyfriend while he on the other side got to explore multiple emotions within his heart that he has been suppressing for so long. They were a perfect match for each other, but will that day ever come when they'll confess their feelings and truly become a couple? Unfortunately, the thought seemed impossible as what intervened within was their polar opposite world. While one shined bright in the sky, the other lived in the dark burrows underground. Will this relationship ever be called successful? Or just like her past, Ayana will once again have to suffer from a broken heart. Indulge yourself in this fluffy novel and explore the characters with your own thoughts. PS: this is a slow paced novel with very little R-18 scenes at beginning, but as the story progresses the steamy scenes will soon come to a rise. I request your patience. Note: the credit of cover goes to their respective artist(s) Please do leave some traces of your support, be it the PS/comments/etc. so that I know you are reading this novel Toodles! ฅ°(⁠^⁠ﻌ^)°ฅ