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"Mia sorella minaccia di prendersi il mio compagno. E io la lascio fare." Nata senza un lupo, Serafina è la disgrazia del suo branco—fino a quando una notte di ubriachezza la lascia incinta e sposata con Kieran, l'Alpha spietato che non l'ha mai voluta. Ma il loro matrimonio decennale non è stata una favola. Per dieci anni, ha sopportato l'umiliazione: Nessun titolo di Luna. Nessun marchio di accoppiamento. Solo lenzuola fredde e sguardi ancora più freddi. Quando la sua sorella perfetta è tornata, Kieran ha chiesto il divorzio la stessa notte. E la sua famiglia era felice di vedere il suo matrimonio distrutto. Serafina non ha combattuto ma se n'è andata in silenzio. Tuttavia, quando il pericolo ha colpito, sono emerse scioccanti verità: ☽ Quella notte non è stata un incidente ☽ Il suo "difetto" è in realtà un dono raro ☽ E ora ogni Alpha—incluso il suo ex-marito—combatterà per reclamarla Peccato che lei abbia smesso di essere posseduta. *** Il ringhio di Kieran vibrava attraverso le mie ossa mentre mi inchiodava contro il muro. Il suo calore bruciava attraverso strati di tessuto. "Pensi che andarsene sia così facile, Serafina?" I suoi denti sfiorarono la pelle non marcata della mia gola. "Tu. Sei. Mia." Un palmo caldo scivolò sulla mia coscia. "Nessun altro ti toccherà mai." "Hai avuto dieci anni per reclamarmi, Alpha." Mostrai i denti in un sorriso. "Buffo come ti ricordi che sono tua... solo quando me ne sto andando."

Reina Suzuki era un'impiegata sfinita dal troppo lavoro, finché non è morta e si è risvegliata nei panni di Lavinia Devereux, la famigerata principessa antagonista dell'Impero di Elarion. Lei sa come finisce questa storia: berrà del veleno e morirà. Una morte facile e indolore. Quindi, perché preoccuparsi di cambiare il destino? Cattiveria, vendetta, redenzione... sembra tutto troppo faticoso. Decide di non fare assolutamente nulla e di lasciare che la storia faccia il suo corso. Ma il suo terrificante padre, l'Imperatore Cassius Devereux, non la ignora come dovrebbe. La osserva, la interroga e, cosa peggiore di tutte, inizia a comportarsi come se gli importasse davvero. Lavinia voleva solo un tranquillo pensionamento da antagonista... Quindi perché tutto continua a cambiare?

An appreciation to Mr. Makmur Hendrik.... ---000----- “kau tak akan selamat Saburo. Aku bersumpah akan menuntut balas dari akhirat. Kau akan mati dibunuh oleh Samuraimu sendiri. Akan kau rasakan bagaimana senjatamu menikam dirimu. Kau akan ditikam oleh Samurai yang kau bawa dari negerimu. Ingat itu baik-baik. Aku bersumpah…..” Tikam Samurai bercerita tentang kisah hidup seorang anak muda yang berasal dari desa Situjuh Ladang Laweh, yang terletak di kaki Gunung Sago, Sumatra Barat. Tragedi bermula dengan penyerbuan sepasukan kecil tentara Jepang di sekitar tahun1942 ke desanya. Kebengisan tentara Jepang mengakibatkan ayahnya tewas di tangan Saburo Matsuyama, seorang perwira lapangan dan ibu dan kakak perempuannya ikut menerima dampak buruk dari perlakuan prajurit Jepang. Si Bungsu nama anak muda itu, satu-satunya yang selamat di keluarganya. Samurai yang ditinggalkan oleh Saburo menjadi sarana latihan untuk mulai meretas jalan menuju Jepang untuk menuntut balas. Ia akhirnya menciptakan jurus Samurai yang khas yang dapat memenangkan pertarungan demi pertarungan melawan para penjahat bahkan prajurit Jepang sendiri. Beberapa prajurit Jepang melakukan harakiri untuk mengakui kekalahannya menghadapi si Bungsu. Berbagai peristiwa unik dengan latar sejarah akhirnya mengiringi perjalanan si Bungsu menuju Jepang. Berkenalan dengan anggota pasukan khusus Inggris Green Barret dan bertarung dengan Yakuza. Dia akhirnya berhasil menemukan pembunuh keluarganya, Saburo Matsuyama, musuh besarnya di Kyoto, dan mengantarkan Saburo untuk memilih harakiri setelah dikalahkan dalam pertarungan Samurai sejati oleh si Bungsu.

Avlanıyorum. Aslında, tam olarak ben değil. Birisi A.M.K Pharmaceuticals'ın arkasındaki dahiyi ele geçirmek istiyor. Sadece onun ben olduğumu bilmiyorlar. Herhangi birinin kokusunu, dönüşümcü veya insan olsun, yok etmenin bir yolunu keşfettim. Bunun çok büyük bir mesele olmayacağını düşünürsünüz... deodorantlar da aynı şeyi vaat eder, ama benim ürünüm hiç onlar gibi değil. Benim ürünüm kullanıcılarını dönüşümcüler için görünmez kılar. Hayır, öyle değil. Ama dönüşümcüler bir kişiyi tanımlamak ve bulmak için neredeyse her şeyden çok kokuya ihtiyaç duyarlar. Koku olmadan, avlarını takip edemez veya arkalarından gelen bir düşmanı koklayamazlar. Bunu ilk başta evlatlık babam ve benim dönüşümcü topluluğundan kaçabilmemiz için yaratmıştım. Hiç kimsenin bundan haberdar olmaması gerekiyordu. Ta ki küçük bir kuş, yanlış kişiye söylememesi gereken bir şey söyleyene kadar. Şimdi insanlar peşimde ve dönüşümcüler beni ölü istiyor. Ama sorun değil. Bulduğum tek şey o değildi. Ve eğer bir fare kadar sessiz olursam, çok geç olana kadar kimse geldiğimi görmeyecek. Bu bir RH romanı olacak, FMC seçim yapmak zorunda kalmayacak. MM yok

[COMPLETED] "In Qiyuan, kissing is an act of mutual surrender. To ask for a kiss is to ask someone to be yours, while offering yourself in return. On that note, making love is a common practice and is regarded as deeply romantic." —Book 1 of Romances in Qiyuan— Haruki had no memories prior to his awakening. With only his black katana and his name to ground him in an identity, he lived through every encounter on pure instinct and a great deal of luck. But it wasn't until he locked eyes with Lanling, those sky-blue orbs gazing at him with the stillness of a lake, that he believed his luck had finally peaked. Shamelessly, he integrated into General Lanling Cheng's army, finding the man even more pleasing to his eyes the longer he watched over him. But as Haruki learned more about his new idol, he began to realize just how deep their connection ran, how precious the memories stolen from him were, and how deeply he loved this man. No matter how many times his mind was wiped clean, his feelings seemed to cross beyond the boundaries of memory, for he had long branded the image and name of Lanling Cheng into the very depths of his soul. He could only hope for a day when the curse that plagued them—this curse that relentlessly tested their love—would finally be shattered, and they could live on with their lives in peace. ~#~#~#~#~#~ [Volumes Synopsis] —Volume 1 [1-50] Amidst the war between the Silver Dragons and the Black Pythons, familiar faces and voices seemed to emerge from nowhere, as though fate itself were playing a cruel game, tugging relentlessly at Haruki’s mind—almost desperate to make him remember his past. But to Haruki, the most important thing was meeting and shamelessly flirting with the general, so he couldn’t care less. Besides, Lanling had told him not to remember, and who was he to disobey his future wife? —Volume 2 [51-145] Haruki and his friends find themselves in a typical isekai setting! At least, that's what Haruki originally thought. But soon, he realized the waters in the palace ran deep, and his connection to whatever schemes were brewing here stretched all the way back to before he even came to... Earth? So, he's a local? Oh, and there’s that Lanling Cheng… Haruki: ...God, why is he so hot? —Volume 3 [146-220] Lanling lost his best friend… his boyfriend… his fated lover. And the loneliness brought by the sudden emptiness gripped his heart every day, almost driving him mad, scorching anyone who dared touch his reverse scale. But just as he gave up dodging the oncoming claws of a chimera, the wind swept him away—into a familiar embrace. Haruki had come back. With a new identity, a new family, and a new… fiancé?! Lanling was in tatters. How had his boyfriend become someone else’s fiancé?? Determined to win him back, he appoints Haruki as his knight, keeps him by his side at all times, and climbs into his bed at night… ~#~#~#~#~#~ [M]—Mature Content Server: https://discord.gg/cMqPN7WVbf Art: @minttea5 Best Unca Consultant: Zeriq Haruk [for worldbuilding]

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT ====================== NOVEL KHUSUS DEWASA - BIJAKLAH DALAM MEMILIH BACAAN Novel demi meningkatkan keintiman suami isteri... **************** Kisah wanita-wanita dalam pusaran sebuah rumah kost ekslusif dalam problematika hidup nan rumit yang mereka hadapi. Mulai dari sang pemilik kost, eksekutif perusahaan, pegawai kantor, kapster salon, kasir minimarket, ibu rumah tangga dengan berbagai latar belakang ekonomi, usia, pendidikan dan kedudukan. Di belantara ibukota yang keras dan nyaris menghalalkan segala cara, hanya ada satu cara untuk bisa bertahan hidup dan meraih sukses. Mereka, para wanita serba cantik itu, harus mempertaruhkan segalanya. Kalau perlu dengan keindahan tubuh mereka masing-masing. Ini sulit terhindarkan karena mereka hidup dikelilingi pria-pria predator yang licik dan keras dimana beberapa di antaranya sepertinya terlihat terlalu lugu untuk mengenai dunia yang keras ini.

Sakuto Naokata, an infamous samurai known for his murderous ways, is reincarnated into the body of Claude Rayworth, a young boy practising in the art of cultivation. Cold, ruthless and evil, Sakuto declares himself as the future ruler of the Cultivation World. Pride and honor? You must be joking.. I shouldn't hit girls? B*tch, ever heard of gender equality? Your father is someone influential? Guess I have to make sure no one ever finds your body… God has granted me a second chance, which means he approves of my actions! No room for failure! No time for regrets! Now, watch as I set the world on fire!

Number 69: 69 is slang for when two partners arrange their bodies to perform oral sex on each other at the same time in a way that looks like number 69. Long live France! Slang 69 dates back, if you can believe it, to the French Revolution. The term is found in a French work from 1790, Les catéchismes des putains, attributed to the revolutionary figure Théroigne de Méricour, who described a sixty-nine, or "sixty-nine" in French. English picked up 69 in the 1880s, with its numeric shortcut, 69, familiar in the 1970s. As long as there have been humans, however, there has probably been the practice of a 69. This is described in the ancient Indian Kama Sutra, for example, as the congressional stance of a crow. The position involves different-sex or same-sex partners lying on top of each other - genitals or anus - at the same time, usually achieved by lying on their side or one on top. That is unless those involved take the Standing 69 or Eiffel 69, known variations of the movement. If you are looking for more details from us, well, there are other websites for that. 69 is commonly referenced - and sneered at - in popular culture. R&B singer Rick James released "She Blew My Mind (69 Times)" in 1982, for example, and Bryan Adams 1984 "Summer of '69", which makes puns on the year of peace and love 1969. Rapper Daniel Hernandez is best known by his suggestive stage name, In the 2000s, 69 = inspired something of a meme where netizens comment "kindly" on just about any content online with number 69 (for example, poll shows 69% of Americans approve of the new law). Not that this is new. Almost all of us who know 69 make jokes every time we meet 69 in the wild, from phone numbers and jersey numbers to birthdays and license plates. Number 69: When angel number 69 appears in your life, it is a message from your angels regarding achieving your goals and fulfilling your potential. Angel number 69 can appear in different ways, so it is important to remain open to the messages that the Spirit sends to us. Angel number 69 is a sign from your angels that a cycle in your home and family life is coming to an end, which means another is just beginning. Ghouls: The ghoul is a demon-like being or monstrous humanoid native to the pre-Islamic Arab religion, associated with cemeteries and consuming human flesh. In modern fiction, the term has often been used for a certain type of undead monster. Drinks blood, eats the dead, feeds on young children, seduces humans, morphs into an ostrich, steals coins. 鬼: Japanese folklore, a type of demonic creature often giant in size, of great strength, and frightening in appearance. They are generally considered to be of foreign origin, possibly brought to Japan from China with Buddhism. Cruel and malicious, they can nevertheless convert to Buddhism….

Apollo Musashi, the main character is a hard worker. Training each day to get stronger and stronger. He has aspirations of being above everything and has the will to make it happen. With this story I dream of bringing back old Shounen and characters that are mean in just the right way. I've seen many new shows try to make their characters as nice as possible, and although I'm making my character nice, he going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I'm going to try to make the most realistic characters I can make within the confines of this verse. I watch most things nowadays realizing many of these character are just too unbelievably nice with no outbursts and I find that entirely unrealistic. No, I'm not going to have a harem for the main character, because that too I believe is entirely unrealistic from the real world. Without a further adue, I hope you like it.

First born princess of Goryeo is promised to Silla in marriage. What has begun as a promise between families becomes a pact sealed in blood when her betrothed is mysteriously killed. Now what binds Seol, the lady Ha In of Goryeo to Silla is a blood debt – to turn away from it would be to topple the country into irreparable chaos. Yet, her heart lies with another. Raised from obscurity of illegitimacy, fate of concubine - born last son of northern Kang clan rests on the emperor’s grace. However, being tasked with the guardianship of the imperial princess is the last of his worries. In the whirlwind of emotions that she brings along, it is not just his title that is at stake, but his heart and a secret that he had brought from a grave of a different time. Theirs is a fate from an age gone by, but a love impossible to attain. Theirs is a story written upon dying stars. *** From inside: The snow caressed him in a way she yearned to; fluttering against his lashes, tangled up in his hair. She has always felt home in north, in the valleys that filled themselves with her namesake and with this man beside he, arrows slung over his shoulder and laughter in his eyes. Silla and her betrothed would never take that place. Seol opens her mouth; it is now or never. “Don’t say it,” he cuts her off, a hand stretched out for a lonely snowflake to perch upon. It turns translucent against his roughed palm. “My hand isn’t made for snowflakes,” he sounds joyous, as he always does – when she is weeping within. His eyes remain resolutely elsewhere. “I’ve been summoned to the garrison,” he continues in that same flat tone. “My last duty here will be to deliver your highness to your betrothed.” She is unaware of the tear that has escaped, until an ice cold thumb brushes it off. “Don’t cry,” he says then and she sees the laughing spark in his eyes for what it truly is; longing. “It breaks my heart.” ***