dessert story

An young girl with a tragic past, she spends the rest of her life tracking, capturing, and eliminating demons(If it comes down to that). As a female hunter she had great pride in her hunting skills, until she encounter a demon that seem impossible to deal with. Fueled by an uncontrollable desire to bring this beast down she was sure he would ceased from breathing by her hands. However, her target had an agenda of his own. He wasn't going to sit by while she ruin his fun. So, he executed every perverted trick he could think of to force her stubborn personality to crumble away. ----------------------------------------------- There will be many abduction scenes, sexual harassment scenes and demon impregnation. This is a story about how demons and humans learn to co-exist.

PrologueUnder the bruised purple sky of a city that never slept, Celine stood frozen in the doorway of her modest apartment, the betrayal unfolding before her like a slow-motion car crash she couldn't look away from. There, sprawled across her bed—rumpled sheets tangled around their naked limbs—was her boyfriend of two years, Jamal, thrusting desperately into the lithe body of her identical twin sister, Celeste, who moaned theatricall y with the kind of fake ecstasy reserved for gold-digging performances. Celeste's designer heels kicked lazily against the headboard Celine had paid for herself, while Jamal grunted like a man compensating for something tragically inadequate.The air thickened with the stench of cheap perfume and sweat, Celeste's manicured nails raking down Jamal's back as she locked eyes with her twin—not with shame, but with smug triumph. "Oops," Celeste purred, not even bothering to cover her perfect, surgically enhanced breasts. "Didn't expect you home early, sis. Guess the pencil dick couldn't wait."Celine's heart didn't shatter; it ignited. Five years of playing second fiddle to her family's golden child—the one with the "marriageable" beauty, the one who landed modeling gigs while Celine scrubbed toilets at Al-Miraj Grand Palace—had forged her into something unbreakable. She dropped her work bag with deliberate calm, the metallic clatter echoing like a guillotine. "Get out," she said, voice steady as desert stone. Jamal scrambled up, his pathetic erection wilting under her dissecting gaze. "Both of you. Now."Jamal stammered excuses, yanking on boxers that did nothing to hide his inadequacy. "Babe, it just happened—""Pencil dick," Celine interrupted, the words landing like lashes. "That's all you've ever been. Celeste can have your three minutes of disappointment." Celeste laughed, slipping into a silk robe, but Celine saw the flicker—envy for her twin's unscarred confidence, untouched by the scalpels that kept Celeste's face "marketable."By midnight, they were gone, leaving behind crumpled lingerie and a eviction notice Celine had printed from her phone. She didn't cry. She showered off their filth, dressed in her tightest black dress—the one Jamal always ogled but never appreciated—and stormed into O'Malley's Bar, the city's underbelly dive where forgotten women drowned ambitions in five-dollar shots.Three tequilas in, celebrating her "five-month anniversary" of fooling herself with Jamal, Celine felt the haze descend. That's when he appeared—a towering shadow in tailored black, hazel eyes burning through the smoke like predator's gold. Idris Al-Miraj, though she would never know his name that night, slid onto the stool beside her, his sandalwood cologne cutting through the stale beer stink."You're celebrating alone?" His voice was velvet over steel, accented with desert winds."Freedom," she slurred, clinking her glass against his scotch.

Four powers divide the continent. The North, where warriors carve legends through sheer might. The East, where assassins move like shadows. The West, where Aura fuels a thousand machines. And the South, where tribes of the desert kneel to no king for they have none to unite them. Born under the light of twin moons, Someone carries an Aura never seen before a power whispered only in ancient prophecy. They who hear it say it devours all that stands between heaven and earth. While empires wage endless war, He grows within the sands a child blessed by the moons, and cursed by destiny. He is no conqueror, not yet. Only a boy with the mind of a tactician and the will to stand against the tide. When the time comes, the desert will tremble. And from its heart, a light will fall.

After dying in a plane crash, world-renowned pastry chef Capri wakes up in the frail body of a sickly orphan named Avril on a forgotten low-class planet—alone, broke, and burning with fever. In this cold interstellar future, food is seen only as survival fuel. Flavor? Pointless. Desserts? Extinct. Armed with nothing but his memories, stubbornness, and sugar-loving pride, Capri refuses to surrender. With a cranky orange cat by his side and barely enough starcoins to survive, he begins his journey to revive the joy of taste—and dreams of opening the first dessert shop in the Galactic Empire. As the scent of sweetness begins to spread across the stars, a mysterious high-ranking commander starts taking notice... watching Capri from afar with unreadable eyes.

gurun...! hamparan pasir dimana mana. terik matahari disiang hari dan angin malam yang sangat dingin. membuat orang yang berada di gurun menjadi keras. 'ting...Ting....' sekelompok orang saling beradu memperebutkan tanah yang subur.

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Aurelie Engel is a stunning model who has a hidden motive. She wants to seduce and destroy Nicolas Leroux. He is a famous designer and she believes he caused her best friend to overdose. As she gets involved with Nicolas, she starts to feel an unexpected attraction to him. She also begins to doubt her mission. He seems to be nothing like the monster she was told he was. There’s more to what happened to her friend. Will she discover the truth before she ruins his life? Or will she fall victim to her own revenge plot? Find out in this exciting and romantic story of love, deception, and decadent desires. Warning: There are mentions of suicide.

Reeling from a breakup with her unfaithful ex, Eliza Harris boards a luxury cruise seeking escape. But when a violent storm forces passengers into lifeboats, she finds unexpected solace in the enigmatic Adrian. As their bond deepens, Eliza uncovers unsettling secrets about Adrian's mob-connected family and her own past, unraveling a dangerous conspiracy. Stranded at a luxurious resort and caught in a web of betrayal, Eliza and Adrian must navigate shifting alliances and personal betrayals. Amid storms, passionate encounters, and hidden agendas, they confront the dark truth behind Adrian’s brother’s death and their families’ entangled fates. In a high-stakes battle against a powerful enemy, Eliza and Adrian’s tumultuous journey reveals shocking truths and tests their love. As they face the ultimate revelation, their future hangs in the balance, poised on the edge of mystery and desire.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.