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I pressed my palm flat against the door, turned the lock, and let the click hang in the air between us. "Professor," I whispered, stepping closer until my thighs brushed his desk. "I've been thinking about your lecture on repressed desires. About how the most intense pleasure comes from what we're told we can't have." His jaw tightened. His pupils dilated. "This conversation is crossing a line, Mia. You're my student." "Am I?" I uncrossed my legs, let the cool air brush my bare pussy beneath my skirt. "Or am I just a woman who wants her professor to teach her something real?" That one choice changed everything. This is an addictive collection of 50+ ultra-steamy, taboo short stories filled with public pleasure, power play, and raw, sinful sex that will leave you breathless and soaked. Masturbation in lecture halls. Dirty holidays with step-siblings. Job interviews that turn into hard, wet encounters. Professors who teach more than books. And group sessions you'll never forget. This isn't your average romance collection. This is raw, unapologetic, and dangerously addictive, a binge-worthy anthology of forbidden fantasies where every boundary is meant to be shattered.

Courage is graceful pressure. If one is courageous enough to try , he/she can do anything. So, the thing that started just with curiosity, changed her life . She became successful but within one night everything crumbled. She was falsely accused and was ripped of her title . So, will she rise again ? will she start everything from 0 ? or will she give up and live quite life ? NO . She will come again and fight back not becoz of revenge but to live respectfully. She won't give up . So, wait and READ, to know what will happen .

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.

What can possibly make the heart work a hundred times harder than it normally does? No, this isn't about medical awareness, hospital drama, or learning about what doctors have to say. It is simply a question of whether love could be the drug that keeps the heart alive, or the poison that slowly wears it down. Amid the high energy of an eagerly awaited debut, Janine Martin catches a glimpse of sides of humanity she was never meant to witness. It might have been just another night in her life, one where the world briefly flashed its opinions on someone's identity before moving on. And perhaps, when morning came, she would wake to find herself living in a different reality. An amateur exploration of the workings of the human mind and its effects on how we perceive the world, Janine continues with her life as though time had never stopped for her. Yet the ghost of the past remains, returning to haunt the present. What happens when we are introduced to something far different from what we have been taught to believe? About love. About relationships. About humanity. About one another. What happens when the heart is pushed to its limits? — Credits to the rightful owner of the image used as reference for the book cover.

Mark struggles with autism. As he grows older, he blames himself for the cracks in his relationships. The walls of his life begin crumbling down, crushing him. Sean struggles to be seen. As he grows older, he becomes busier and busier trying to balance his life. The weight on his shoulders begins to press down, crushing him. As their lives intertwine, can they save each other from suffocating?

It is a story about the consequences of the sudden rise of atmospheric pressure. Due to the man made mistake. it's affects in human health, flora, fauna, insects, weather, surroundings, technological change, culture and in modern society. But, Is it a disaster or a blessing? Is it an accident or a plan? if Is it's plan? Then what's the purpose of a plan. highly recommen you to use audio format come and experience my fantasy sci-fi world.

The chapters are short... Why? The book is being rewritten...

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

[Irresistible MC + Farming & Entrepreneurship + Strong Female Lead + Cute Baby + Love Rivalry + Farming System + Male Competition] Deng Yuyuan wakes up to find she has transmigrated into a period novel about a "pampered group darling" — as the biological mother of the vicious female villain. The female villain has a biased grandmother, a mooching uncle and his family, a blindly filial father, and a spineless mother. She was a small-time thief as a child. As an adult, she committed every kind of evil — constantly framing the female lead — and ultimately met a miserable end. The female lead is the only daughter in another family, doted on by her older brothers. The villain targeted her out of pure jealousy. And now, Deng Yuyuan has become that villain's cowardly mother — and the villain herself is currently just an ugly, wrinkly-faced infant. The blindly filial father loves his wife, but gives all the good things to his own mother. He says to his starving wife and daughter: "Xiao Yuan, come drink some water. I specially heated it for you." Deng Yuyuan looks at her own bony frame and her tiny child — and decides to get a divorce. Goodbye, useless husband. She's going to raise this little cub with an abundance of money and love. No way she'll go astray this time. Lost one husband, gained a crowd of suitors. A beautiful sent-down youth coveted by many — she knows some self-defense and burns the midnight oil studying. With the reinstatement of the college entrance exams, she takes her child toward a much wider world. Riding the wave of the times, Deng Yuyuan works her way up to become a gaming tycoon and a cutting-edge scientist... Except — why are so many men fighting to be her cub's stepfather?