lemon pie pulp fiction

smut. Disclaimer i don't own the right of this storys.

otv smut. Disclaimer i don't own the right of this storys.

Eight years after parting ways, they meet again—this time as respected professionals in the same hospital. Xun Yuming is a celebrated neurosurgeon whose hands can navigate the most delicate corners of the human brain. Calm in the operating room, precise under pressure—at least in theory. Zhuang Yi is a well-known psychologist who specializes in understanding what people refuse to say out loud. One works with scalpels. The other works with silence. When hospital policy brings them back into each other’s orbit, the surgeon who fixes everyone else finds himself facing the one person he can’t outmaneuver. After all, you can operate on the brain. But who gets to operate on the heart?

Mia Izabelle never asked for a second chance—especially not in the body of a villainess. At thirty, Mia awakens in the world of a tragic novel, inhabiting the body of the infamous younger daughter of a powerful tycoon family. Known for her cruelty and arrogance, the original "Mia" was loathed by all—her four older brothers, her ex-fiancé, and the very world that once revolved around her. With one catastrophic mistake looming that could ruin her family's name forever, the new Mia is determined to right the wrongs and change her fate. But redemption doesn’t come easy. Haunted by the original Mia’s past, Mia faces hatred, suspicion, and betrayal from those who should have loved her most. Her domineering CEO first brother, Martin, despises her for firing the woman he once loved. Matteo, the cold and brilliant neurosurgeon, secretly poisons her, believing she caused the death of his girlfriend. Mikael, the unforgiving ex-soldier turned police officer, throws her into jail on false charges. And Mike—her beloved twin—turns away from her in favor of Lilianna, the "real" daughter who reappears like a vision of grace and perfection. As Mia endures poverty, isolation, and heartbreak, even the men who once held pieces of her heart betray her: -An ex-fiancé who loathe her down to the core. -A childhood friend whose love curdled into resentment. -A neighbor brother and secret crush who left her for his white moonlight. -And the male lead who woos her with sweet lies while plotting with Lilianna behind her back. When she is falsely accused of attempting to harm Lilianna and is nearly sent to prison, her family seals her fate—disowning her and abandoning her to suffer alone. Sick, weak, and slowly dying from poison, Mia collapses in a cold, forgotten room, whispering a prayer no one hears. Until it’s too late. Only when her body begins to fail do the brothers and former lovers uncover the truth. The lies. The betrayals. The manipulations. And their guilt becomes a sentence none of them can escape. But can a heart still learn to beat again after it’s been shattered? Lemon Mulberry is a powerful tale of second chances, unbearable loss, and the fragile hope that lingers even in the darkest moments. For readers who crave redemption arcs that sting, betrayals that scar, and heroines who burn before they bloom—this story will stay with you long after the final page.

Mellow, as in Melloriew was instructed to look after a young boy who was seventeen years younger than him. Although the two aren't blood related, words couldn't describe the bond they shared.

Camila Oleja e Agnes Velazco se conheceram na escola, mas elas não puderam seguir com o relacionamento que tinham por conta de suas mães que passaram a serem rivais por conta da competição de tortas. Camila passou anos o mais longe possível da cidade, voltando apenas quando fosse de extrema necessidade, mas em determinado momento ela precisa voltar para cidade e acaba se encontrando com Agnes Velazco e relembrando a paixão de adolescência pela mulher, como uma idiota e sem saber como, Camila vai parar no lugar mais abominável para si: em uma confeitaria, com especialidade em Tortas. Camila se vê presa entre aborrecer sua paixão de adolescência e contar que tudo que ela mais odeia no mundo são tortas, que por acaso são a paixão de Agnes e esse nem é problema principal. O que suas mães achariam de uma união de suas entre 'famílias rivais'?

warning: Not my own work, I just copied it from DragonsFics

smut. Disclaimer i don't own the right of this storys.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"