asmr dessert

An young girl with a tragic past, she spends the rest of her life tracking, capturing, and eliminating demons(If it comes down to that). As a female hunter she had great pride in her hunting skills, until she encounter a demon that seem impossible to deal with. Fueled by an uncontrollable desire to bring this beast down she was sure he would ceased from breathing by her hands. However, her target had an agenda of his own. He wasn't going to sit by while she ruin his fun. So, he executed every perverted trick he could think of to force her stubborn personality to crumble away. ----------------------------------------------- There will be many abduction scenes, sexual harassment scenes and demon impregnation. This is a story about how demons and humans learn to co-exist.

PrologueUnder the bruised purple sky of a city that never slept, Celine stood frozen in the doorway of her modest apartment, the betrayal unfolding before her like a slow-motion car crash she couldn't look away from. There, sprawled across her bed—rumpled sheets tangled around their naked limbs—was her boyfriend of two years, Jamal, thrusting desperately into the lithe body of her identical twin sister, Celeste, who moaned theatricall y with the kind of fake ecstasy reserved for gold-digging performances. Celeste's designer heels kicked lazily against the headboard Celine had paid for herself, while Jamal grunted like a man compensating for something tragically inadequate.The air thickened with the stench of cheap perfume and sweat, Celeste's manicured nails raking down Jamal's back as she locked eyes with her twin—not with shame, but with smug triumph. "Oops," Celeste purred, not even bothering to cover her perfect, surgically enhanced breasts. "Didn't expect you home early, sis. Guess the pencil dick couldn't wait."Celine's heart didn't shatter; it ignited. Five years of playing second fiddle to her family's golden child—the one with the "marriageable" beauty, the one who landed modeling gigs while Celine scrubbed toilets at Al-Miraj Grand Palace—had forged her into something unbreakable. She dropped her work bag with deliberate calm, the metallic clatter echoing like a guillotine. "Get out," she said, voice steady as desert stone. Jamal scrambled up, his pathetic erection wilting under her dissecting gaze. "Both of you. Now."Jamal stammered excuses, yanking on boxers that did nothing to hide his inadequacy. "Babe, it just happened—""Pencil dick," Celine interrupted, the words landing like lashes. "That's all you've ever been. Celeste can have your three minutes of disappointment." Celeste laughed, slipping into a silk robe, but Celine saw the flicker—envy for her twin's unscarred confidence, untouched by the scalpels that kept Celeste's face "marketable."By midnight, they were gone, leaving behind crumpled lingerie and a eviction notice Celine had printed from her phone. She didn't cry. She showered off their filth, dressed in her tightest black dress—the one Jamal always ogled but never appreciated—and stormed into O'Malley's Bar, the city's underbelly dive where forgotten women drowned ambitions in five-dollar shots.Three tequilas in, celebrating her "five-month anniversary" of fooling herself with Jamal, Celine felt the haze descend. That's when he appeared—a towering shadow in tailored black, hazel eyes burning through the smoke like predator's gold. Idris Al-Miraj, though she would never know his name that night, slid onto the stool beside her, his sandalwood cologne cutting through the stale beer stink."You're celebrating alone?" His voice was velvet over steel, accented with desert winds."Freedom," she slurred, clinking her glass against his scotch.

Four powers divide the continent. The North, where warriors carve legends through sheer might. The East, where assassins move like shadows. The West, where Aura fuels a thousand machines. And the South, where tribes of the desert kneel to no king for they have none to unite them. Born under the light of twin moons, Someone carries an Aura never seen before a power whispered only in ancient prophecy. They who hear it say it devours all that stands between heaven and earth. While empires wage endless war, He grows within the sands a child blessed by the moons, and cursed by destiny. He is no conqueror, not yet. Only a boy with the mind of a tactician and the will to stand against the tide. When the time comes, the desert will tremble. And from its heart, a light will fall.

After dying in a plane crash, world-renowned pastry chef Capri wakes up in the frail body of a sickly orphan named Avril on a forgotten low-class planet—alone, broke, and burning with fever. In this cold interstellar future, food is seen only as survival fuel. Flavor? Pointless. Desserts? Extinct. Armed with nothing but his memories, stubbornness, and sugar-loving pride, Capri refuses to surrender. With a cranky orange cat by his side and barely enough starcoins to survive, he begins his journey to revive the joy of taste—and dreams of opening the first dessert shop in the Galactic Empire. As the scent of sweetness begins to spread across the stars, a mysterious high-ranking commander starts taking notice... watching Capri from afar with unreadable eyes.

gurun...! hamparan pasir dimana mana. terik matahari disiang hari dan angin malam yang sangat dingin. membuat orang yang berada di gurun menjadi keras. 'ting...Ting....' sekelompok orang saling beradu memperebutkan tanah yang subur.

An ASMR Script about a mysterious young man and a very cheery archivist. Set in a sci-fi setting with minor lore and emphasis on emotional interaction.

On a cloudy Saturday morning, Lizabeth Hart bid goodbye to her anxious mother saying she'd be right back for dinner. She just had to do an errand for her best friend at their University. At least, that was the plan before she got herself trapped in hell, or something close to it. When university became life and death, literally, she had to fight with everything she's got to get home or die trying.

The adventure of a boy who has never set foot off the mountain where he and his mother have lived for the past 10 years.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"