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Soaking in lava, sleeping in an Ancient Killing Formation; Traversing alternative worlds in a heavy armored vehicle; Riding a Gundam Sentinel and slaying immortals with Godzilla... I got myself a stat system, and from then on, I only beefed up my defense! I just can't help it, I'm afraid of pain! The Daluo Golden Immortals of other worlds are all really fierce, and all of them know super ultimate move with infinite power. They have little meetings every day to discuss how to break through my defense. I really don't know why they're so obsessed...XD

[Completed] Nine years ago, Soo Xinyi fell in love with the heir of Han Corporations, Han Zhiyuan. He was everything she ever wanted in her life. Unfortunately, it was a one-sided love as Zhiyuan already had someone else in his heart. But two years later, due to a series of strange circumstances, she was forced to marry Zhiyuan by his grandfather, Han Huizhong. Thus from Soo Xinyi, she became Han Xinyi. Xinyi had hopes that things would slowly get better one day, but she was wrong. Fate played a cruel game with her and in an instant, her heart was crushed forever. But what will happen when Zhiyuan's past love re-enter their lives? Will she be a threat to their marriage? And when a best friend turned enemy returns with her, every buried secret will bubble to the surface once again! "I love you. I love you so much that I cannot bear to hurt you. And because I cannot hurt you, I chose to bear that pain myself." - Han Xinyi. Sometimes, it's not about spending your life with the one you love, but with the one who loves you… **Cover is designed by artist Vatarison. Insta - vatarison.art** ----------- Discord - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r Follow me on Insta - enthu_reader7

Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me. Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood. Yet none knew the truth of my torment. The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood’s Luna—but it never made me his choice. For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack’s scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed. And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered. Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom. That’s when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles? Aren’t worth fighting. For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave. But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?

“She dreamed of love all her life… but feared the scars it might leave.” Mariely has always been a hopeless romantic — the kind of woman who believes in love stories, even if she’s never lived one herself. A dedicated teacher, a loyal sibling, and a caring daughter, her life revolves around responsibilities and the people she loves most. But when it comes to her own heart, she has always kept it locked away. She wonders what it feels like to fall in love — to laugh with someone who sees her, to share secrets in the quiet of the night, to feel her heartbeat race for reasons she can’t explain. Yet fear whispers louder than her longing. What if she gives her heart to the wrong person? What if love hurts more than it heals? Still, destiny has a way of testing even the most careful hearts. If Mariely meets someone who stirs feelings she has never known before, will she find the courage to risk it all for love? Or will she keep her guard up and let the moment pass, never knowing what could have been? A story of quiet yearning, emotional vulnerability, and the courage to believe in love — Why Does Love Hurt? asks: Is protecting your heart worth missing the chance to feel it beat for someone else? Author’s Note Hi readers! Thank you for checking out Why Does Love Hurt? I update one chapter every weekday and two chapters every weekend. Your collections and comments inspire me to keep going.

" I've never done this before. but I want you to be gentle with me at first and then f*ck me hard and make me beg. Please, I need this. '' He stared at me with wide eyes. he studied me, taking my hand in his as he felt my fingers against his own. ... BLURB To everyone else, Lucas is untouchable, cursed to live without a mate or family. But then he finds Elara—a girl who’s seen hell and survived it. Betrayed by the Alpha who was supposed to be her mate, Elara’s done with promises and done with packs. But Lucas isn’t about to let her slip away. He’ll protect her, fight for her, and push anyone out of his way to keep her safe. But in a world where love meets supernatural obsession, is there really such thing as free will? A darkly romantic tale of possession, protection, and the thin line between the two.

[New Season Of Hurt Me Like You Mean It Has Begun. New title for season 2 is Throw Me Away Like You Mean It, But You Can't, the synopsis will be placed in the one of the chapters. It begins at chapter 91] [This book contains, explicit and mature scenes—no r*pe. Not advised for viewers under 18, protect thy purity] Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”

You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

Michelle Kent—famously known as MK—has never believed in love. To her, love is overrated, impractical, and unreliable. She marries her best friend not out of romance, but out of duty—an arrangement shaped by expectations, community, and convenience. Her life is orderly, successful, and emotionally untouched. Until Shriya enters it. Shriya is assigned a single task: ruin MK’s reputation. What begins as a task quickly turns into guilt when the truth becomes impossible to ignore. MK is accused of infidelity—but the irony cuts deep. Despite being married, MK has never been with anyone. Not emotionally. Not physically. Not truly. Haunted by what she’s done, Shriya approaches MK to make amends, believing a conversation might ease her conscience. Instead, it ignites something neither of them was prepared for. Their connection grows quietly, intensely—built on honesty, longing, and the unfamiliar warmth of being truly seen. For MK, it’s her first experience of love. For Shriya, it’s the one thing she was never meant to want. But the world around them is unforgiving. Circumstances tear them apart again and again, each separation deeper than the last. MK, new to both love and heartbreak, begins to wonder if the pain consuming her is simply because she doesn’t know how to endure it—or if love itself is always this cruel. As everything she believed about herself begins to fracture, MK finds herself clutching her chest, breath uneven, one question echoing through the silence: How much does it hurt?

For each of us, things and events present themselves differently. We cannot afford to be envious of the happiness of others. Happiness comes in different forms; we need to be attentive and know our needs to seize the opportunity when it arises. Do we know what it's like to love and be loved when we are young? Are our choices considered? We will never know if we never try it, and love does not wait for age. It falls on you. And fate? Does that mean anything to you? So no matter how hard you try to change it, it remains unchanged. What is written cannot be undone. At Woodhill, a private high school located in the heart of New York, the elites of this society come together to receive the best academic training of all time. All these teenagers are descendants of responsible and prosperous families. But as it is written, there are always exceptions when there are rules enacted somewhere. Among the rotten-spoiled petty-bourgeois, a few children from the small society are accepted as little geniuses. They all have brilliant brains; that's the only thing they have in common with New York City's future leaders. Again, there are a few exceptions among those who can afford academic training worthy of their social rank but do not have the required level. But as they say, between friends, we support each other. Money makes the law. Of course, you can be brilliant but can't afford to access Woodhill. On the other hand, if you are part of this bourgeois elite, you are unlikely to be denied access. There is a boy with the most interesting personality in this category, who is intelligent but does not have sufficient means. Some say that he is bipolar, others say that he has schizophrenia, and so many stories circulate about him, but no one really knows who he is. Howie is the name of this mysterious boy who is being chatted up in Woodhill. A god-sand-beautiful, intelligent, and talented boy who, unfortunately, is poor and disturbed. Some see him as a waste because of that.

In the blazing finals of the Miyagi Prefecture Junior High tournament, the gym roars as Chidoriyama’s ace, Akira Tōru, takes the court. With silver hair catching the lights and a confident grin, he faces Kitagawa Daiichi—and their “King,” Tobio Kageyama. From the first serve, Akira’s elegant spikes and impenetrable “Holy Wall” blocks dismantle Kitagawa’s offense. Thud! Every block shakes the court, drawing gasps from the stands. In Karasuno’s section, Hinata Shōyō leans forward, eyes wide. “He’s amazing…” Daichi folds his arms, impressed. “That’s precision. And power.” Tanaka whistles. “He’s a demon up there.” Even Nishinoya, now a graduate, punches the air. “That’s my junior!” Desperate to break through, Kageyama sets lightning-fast balls, but his teammates can’t keep up. Frustration builds; Kitagawa’s rhythm shatters. The scoreboard climbs—25–18, 25–15. Chidoriyama claims victory, and Akira, sweat glistening, simply smiles as if it were just another day. Rumors swirl. A three-time national champion in junior high, courted by elite volleyball powerhouses, Akira shocks everyone by choosing Karasuno—not Shiratorizawa, not Aoba Johsai. Oikawa sulks in disbelief, while Karasuno’s veterans wonder what this prodigy will bring. When Akira steps into Karasuno’s gym for the first time, the atmosphere shifts. His playful jabs in practice hide a razor-sharp mind, picking apart defenses and reading opponents with ease. But when he turns serious, his presence is overwhelming, almost unbeatable. For Hinata, he’s both best friend and rival. For Kageyama, he’s the wall to climb. And for Karasuno, he may just be the spark to take them back to the top.