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By day, Joon-ho runs a discreet, high-end massage clinic in Seoul, specializing in pain relief and body alignment. But behind the soundproof doors, his true gift lies in reading the deepest cravings of the women who walk through his door—and giving their bodies exactly what they need. From overworked executives to national celebrities, no woman leaves untouched—or unchanged. When Harin, his former campus crush turned office worker, reenters his life, one night of pleasure turns into something far more dangerous: connection, obsession, and a partnership that blurs every boundary between business, pleasure, and possession. Now, she’s not just in his bed. She’s in his clinic. His lap. His world. And she wants to watch everything.

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”

~Excerpt~ "What could have happened to him...I mean the man that suddenly appeared screaming," the young girl asked with a face full of curiosity, With a shrug, Miraken replied accepting her money before stashing it in the big tower box on his left, "I don't know but what I do know is that the world is a dangerous place and sometimes, it messes with us and makes us all, a little crazy," he replied giving her, her exit slip before shouting in a loud voice, "Next," A signal for her to leave and for another to take her place, ----------- Kiya Hosten is a strong beautiful woman who has everything she could ever need: Money, Power, houses, cars and the looks to go with it. Men trip and fall, either on their butt or on their Knees whenever she walks by. It's a regular day in the office at Hosten's Enterprise and Kiya sits at the head of a table in a shareholder's meeting ruling and monitoring her company's account with an iron fist when the sky darkens and everything suddenly goes to shit... Can Kiya and Amy survive the unimaginable events that occur? * * * What happens when your world and everything you know burns?

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

Ellie Yeo thought she could escape her one-sided love for her boss, Simon Sa, by accepting an arranged marriage to Ethan Jung. However, just when she plans to leave Simon’s world behind, he pulls her back into a whirlwind of emotions with one last business trip together. Torn between her growing attachment to Ethan and her unresolved feelings for Simon, Ellie faces her deepest emotional conflicts. As secrets unravel and difficult choices arise, Ellie must decide whether to follow her heart or break free from the man who refuses to let her go. Will she finally escape Simon’s grip, or will their twisted relationship trap her once again?

"Stop talking like that," I said. "Like what?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice velvet and threat rolled into one. His eyes, sharp and assessing, flicked down to my lips for the briefest second before finding my gaze again. "You know exactly what I mean," I whispered. He paused for a moment, his gaze steady, unflinching. Then, in a voice so low it felt like it touched every part of me, he said: "Because I can't stop thinking about you, Eve." ****** Eve Callahan never expected was to fall for the one man she could never have—her sister's fiancé. Roman Hayes is everything she's been searching for. Steady where she's broken, gentle where she's scarred. But their love is the kind that can never see the light. One stolen moment becomes a secret they can't let go of, no matter how much it threatens to ruin them. Caught between loyalty and desire, Eve must decide: protect the sister who betrayed her… or fight for the love that makes her feel whole again.

The Catacombs, a place where those whose powers have driven them over the edge reside Cane Barlow, the new therapist and soon-to-be heir of the Barlow family Women lost to insanity, grief, paranoia and the past are given a new light When given a chance at happiness and a respite from the dark depression of their lives what will they do? Kill? Maim? Torture? Love? Obsess? All and More not my art (Yanderes For the lord!) (You can support me on my Pat re on)

“Perhaps we are indeed the main characters of the story, but who is to say we are not the Galactic Republic in the prequel --- No matter how many victories we seize or how many foes we slay, our fate has been sealed from the very beginning.” --- KR043. When a portal to another world was created in the deserts of Nevada, the United States, humanity was faced with a choice. Neglect it, and pray nothing happens. Or confront it, and in doing so, pay a dear cost. Earth chose the latter, and thus, came the heroic tales of the Phasewalker Corps. And thus, came the numberless skirmishes, battles, and wars that would ravage across Humanity's enemies. And thus, came the warcry that would soon echo through countless worlds. "For Earth! For Humanity! For...Victory!" This is the story of the generation that burns.

Earth was plunged into a war against countless monstrosities. They flooded out of gates leading to other worlds, but they knew none of that. All humanity knew was that they now wielded power beyond their natural means. But among the throngs of people rejoicing amidst the tragedy of conflict, a man awoke from a long slumber. His return would herald an upheaval to this changed world and to the endless wars that have plagued their reality. This is the story of the man known as Caelum Grace. This is his journey to become a God amongst gods. **** Quick disclaimer: I'm still learning how to better write action/fighting scenes so please bear with me.

The Gods Are Dying, And I Am Their Therapist Ethan Vale runs a failing psychotherapy clinic in a quiet coastal city. His patients are ordinary. His bills are mounting. He's about to close the doors for good. Then a woman walks in. She's soaking wet. It hasn't rained in weeks. She says she's afraid of the ocean. The ocean she created. She is Marina — the goddess of the sea — and she's sick. Her illness is leaking into reality. Tides are rising without the moon. The deep has fallen silent. Something is stirring beneath the waves. Ethan has never believed in gods. But he's never turned away a patient. To heal a goddess, he must enter her mind — and face the trauma she's buried for millennia. But the deeper he goes, the more he uncovers about himself. A clinic with no founding date. A receptionist who says "welcome back" before he's ever arrived. Damaged portraits of a figure who appears in every civilization, every era. A figure with his face. Somewhere behind the gods, behind the illness, behind reality itself — there is a locked door. The medical record on it says: Patient Zero. And the name on the file is his.