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He loathed her. So much so that he was numb from the hatred. He wouldn't kill her~maybe not yet. She glared at him from where she sat on the bed. "Glare all you want since that's what you would be doing from this moment on". "What do you want?" "I will be the musician and you'd be the dancer. Whatever song I sing, you must dance to it. I don't need your will, you just have to obey me". He was the devil himself and this time, she has to be a dancer for him.

Come join me as I suffer,writing about my Oc's story as she works towards her goal,the only user of Lava breathing and the last member of her clan. Note:I am new to writing so don't expect anything big from me please. Also,I may be a simp for Shinobu.But heck is that going to stop you from reading my trashy book? This is also on Wattpad if you rather read it there. Update:Imagine getting #1 for the Shinobu tag on Wattpad lol haha(14/6/2021) I will be uploading one chapter per day now since I completed the book :D Update:I finish writing my first book wooo! I just need to upload it

Because of a deathbed promise to his father, Elijah Peck reluctantly left his friends and successful career in Bridgeport to return to Willowby, Connecticut, the small town of his upbringing, in order to run the antique shop that had been in his family for generations. Now, in just the span of two years, Eli has morphed into a social recluse, isolated in what he believes is a stuffy, suffocating nowheresville. With no thriving gay community at his disposal, and with his entire existence wrapped around the store he never really wanted, Eli's devoted little time to his personal needs. As a result, instead of acting like a man in his mid-thirties, living out his own dreams, maybe even finding love with the right guy, he often feels like just another item in his shop -- a dusty, moldy antique that has seen better days.<br><br>But all that starts to change when a stranger moves to Willowby.<br><br>One night outside his shop, Eli has a chance encounter with Neville "Gray" Grayson, a wickedly handsome musician who's purposely left the bustle of New York City in favor of quiet country living. Eli is instantly drawn to Gray, and the flirtatious jazzman stirs dormant feelings inside Eli, reinvigorating his hopes for a brighter future. Not only does Gray make Eli feel attractive for the first time in years, but also makes him appreciate small-town life in a way he never has before. And Eli can't help but wonder if Gray's presence also offers the promise of finding much-needed companionship, sexual fulfillment, and perhaps even love ...

29 year old Rosabelle has a strange friend whom asks her for a favour after a tragic accident that had stilled the lives of her dear ones. With nothing to do, she accepts..... and disappears from both time and this very dimension. But soon another replaces her and she replaces this other. https://discord.gg/5XWjpJ

A soul, designed and created by no one else but himself to survive and free of prior memories, seeks only a normal existence. However, a high-ranking angel attempts to seize control of this entity,he could tell this was no ordinary soul.

I was in my art gallery, finalizing preparations for an upcoming charity auction, when my husband, Brady Fitzpatrick, called. "There's a problem with the security system at Fiona's place. Go handle it. She's a widow, she can't deal with this kind of situation." I put down my paintbrush. As the lady of the Fitzpatrick house, it was my duty to handle such things. I drove to Fiona's mansion, where I calmed the frightened servants and managed the security breach. I dragged myself home, exhausted and spoiling for a fight. Through the half-open study door, I saw him. He was showing Fiona the tattoo on his wrist. It was the rose I had designed to commemorate our daughter, Rosalie. And now, etched beside it, was the letter "F." For Fiona. I stared at the defiled ink, my blood running cold. I shoved the door open, my voice cutting through their quiet moment. "Brady, we're done." He looked at me, disbelief twisting into a cold sneer. "You're tearing this family apart over a little ink?" "Yes," I said. "I am."

Levi is a thief with no remorse and an unending hunger for gold. The world took his voice so now he takes from the world. Ristelle's a knight with her honor on the line. She won’t stop till she finds the truth. Even if it drags them both into a mystery steeped in blood and screams. In a country divided in two, the poor fester in conditions worse than death. The rich live behind the rolling hills of the Emperor’s white palace. Within this world, there is a box that can tip the scales of power. Read more to find out where a thief contracted by a demon and a knight bound by morality and righteousness go when trapped by a corrupt empire.

As the Principessa of the Costello family, I found Angelina, the goddaughter of our family's Consigliere, wearing my heirloom necklace. This necklace was a symbol of our family’s power, one I was supposed to wear for the first time at my birthday gala tonight. I was about to make her regret it. Suddenly, a stream of live comments materialized before my eyes. "This pathetic side character is just jealous the female lead rocks that necklace better than she ever could!" "Don't worry, the male leads are coming to save the damsel in distress!" "Just you wait. Let's see how arrogant this side character can be after her family is destroyed!" Right on cue, my brother and my fiancé appeared. They shielded Angelina behind them, staring at me as if I were some unforgivable tyrant. I sneered and ordered my bodyguards, "Seize them. All three of them."

The story explores the intricate and ambiguous relationship between Natalie, a elite New York businesswoman, and Chloe, an escort at an upscale club. Natalie, born into wealth and success, carries herself with an air of reserved detachment. Chloe, effortlessly alluring, possesses an unexpected sincerity that sets her apart. Their first encounter at the club begins as a transactional arrangement—money for companionship. But what starts as a physical exchange gradually deepens into something more volatile: a tangled game of affection and calculation, where genuine emotion and hidden agendas collide.

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?"