korone honeyworks

This is a novel about me and my friend Jun Kokoro. It is deep with many motivational or relateble thing in it. Give it a read, It's worth it

Korey Wilson is a ruthless alpha an alpha with no emotions, no heart, damn arrogant, just so cold gets his Luna.... Bentley Janice. Bentley Janice, a pretty young lady gets chosen by the moon Goddess to be Korey's Luna. Korey gets annoyed because he would be having a human as his mate and there is nothing he could do, his weakness is her weakness, he became super arrogant towards her, but that never stopped her from loving him. **** "you're making me weak Jan" korey said lowly "I am?...But how?" She asked but he kept mute "Korey?" She asked "You're not giving me a reply...Or did i——" she trailled off as he interrupted her "Ever since the night I kissed you... I find it hard to concentrate at work I tried my best but all I could find myself doing was thinking of you, craving to hold you, to touch you, to feel your lips once more... But I don't know what's stopping me" he rushed taking his last statement calmly " if anyone ever told me I'd fall in love with you.. I'd disbelieve, but now I think I am" he said breathlessly " what are you going to do about it? " Jan asked "Jan please.. please...stop oppressing me!" he said as she walked closer to him, his eyes were fixed on the floor avoiding her eyes. "Korey... I Love you, and I'd keep loving you no matter what" . .

The tale of a few groups of Adventurers that eventually combine together. Filled with action packed sword fights and enemies.

In a world governed by the Celestials and enforced through the Order of Divine Enforcement (ODE), human life follows a quiet, unspoken limit. Few live to see their fortieth year. It is not a law, nor a single act of cruelty that defines it, but something more gradual—an unending hunger for power, for resources, for a place that can be held without being taken. People turn on one another long before anything else does. The ODE does not create this condition. It does not need to. It simply allows it to continue, narrowing the paths people can take until conflict becomes inevitable, until survival itself begins to sustain the system that confines them. And so life goes on. Clans rise and fall. Strength decides most things, and the rest learn to live beneath it. Somewhere within that order, something else has begun to move. Yamiji. An organization, small in number and rarely seen. It has no clear allegiance or shared purpose. Each of its members follows their own reasons, but their actions seem to lead in the same direction—toward something that will repeat a history long buried by time. Vorian Caelrin lives on the edge of all this. He does not search for meaning in the same way others do. He observes, endures, and continues forward without expecting much from what lies ahead. But even for someone like him, there are limits to how long a person can remain untouched by the world around them.

el que lea esto, solo quiero pedir perdon por lo que van a leer, pero bueno, esto solo es una prueba de algo

Menjadi seorang korban dari orang dipercayai, menjadi korban akan keganasan maupun juga peristiwa. Bagaimana kisahnya?

SINOPSIS DE ORROMOKO Toru Kagutsuchi es un joven que vive en Kiorinko, un pueblo sometido por la tiranía de Gron Urokoris. En un lugar donde el miedo y el silencio gobiernan, Toru hará todo lo posible por proteger a su hermanita menor, Hinata, y a las pocas personas que aún aprecia. Mientras los hombres de Gron controlan el pueblo y misteriosas figuras se mueven desde las sombras, Toru se verá arrastrado a conflictos que lo superan, convirtiéndose sin quererlo en una pieza clave dentro de planes mucho más grandes que él. Así comienza la historia de Toru, un joven obligado a enfrentarse a enemigos poderosos, a la verdad oculta sobre su familia y a un legado marcado por tragedia, misterio y decisiones que cambiarán el destino de Kiorinko para siempre. — AVISO AL LECTOR: Esta historia cuenta con el apoyo de una IA únicamente para corregir algunos errores de ortografía y gramática. El desarrollo de la trama, los personajes y la historia en sí son completamente de mi autoría. Orromoko es una historia extensa, dividida en distintas partes. Aún sigo aprendiendo y mejorando como escritor, por lo que daré lo mejor de mí en cada capítulo para crecer y ofrecer una historia cada vez mejor. Dicho esto, espero de corazón que disfruten la historia

Sora, do you remember the time when we first held hands? It was during a spring festival that our highschool was hosting. The sun was just beginning to set, and the phoenix orange light was trickling in through the leaves of the trees. I remember you grabbing my hand, and off we ran away because you didn't want to help our classmates clean up the rest of the booths. You probably don't know this, but that was the time it felt as if I could breathe for the first time again. As you held my hand softly, anxiously dragging us both into the light patch of trees just behind the school as you were trying not to get caught. You let go, and started giggling, and began speaking about random things about our classmates and about yourself. I only sat quietly beside you, listening to your low voice, and staring at the light that wiggled it's way in through the leaves of the trees. And as I sat there, enjoying the warm heat radiating from you as we sat side by side. And I realized, I really did love you back then. So tell me, Sora, tell me how did things end up like this 10 years later. ------------------------------------------------------------- Enjoy this heart breaking story of a women, 10 years later, who looks back at her life in highschool and analyzes her relationship with her husband as it slowly falls apart.

Konoka is an adult woman suspended in a quiet limbo — the space between what was and what’s yet to come, just before college begins. Soft-spoken and painfully shy, she moves through her days with quiet restraint, hiding a world of intense desire beneath her gentle demeanor. Her nights are filled with erotic manga and compulsive fantasies, where she imagines surrendering control, being touched by strangers, and exposed in ways that both terrify and thrill her. She doesn’t understand why these cravings haunt her, only that they do — and that she’s powerless to resist them. Her submissive nature makes her vulnerable to dominant energy, and though she fears being judged, she longs to be seen, claimed, and undone. When an unexpected encounter begins to blur the line between fantasy and reality, Konoka must confront the truth she’s buried for so long: that shame and desire often share the same skin. A provocative and intimate journey into repression, awakening, and the fragile beauty of submission. Content Warning – Fictional Work Featuring BDSM Themes This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains depictions of consensual BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadism, and Masochism) relationships and scenarios. All characters, events, and interactions are entirely fictional. >Important Disclaimers:

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—"