the passion and the surrender

He is a powerful, gallant, aloof business tycoon. It is said that he's ruthless, kicking away women who throw themselves at him, but carefully cherishes her with unlimited affection, earning him the nickname "Wife-Protecting Fanatic". She, on the other hand, is just a notorious bad girl. She was on the verge of falling into the abyss when he saved her. Unfortunately, due to the disparity in their statuses, she was forced to leave with the little balls in her belly. Luckily, she obtained a dimension trading system that was beyond extraordinary. With this, the bad girl embarked on a path of counterattack and wealth, step by step climbing to the peak, becoming a grand winner in life. [Note: Set in a parallel modern world, 1V1, sweet pampering, refreshing plot, includes adorable babies.]

[ MAIN STORY COMPLETED ] In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride! Except: My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away. “Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereens. “Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar. “Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail playing over the tip of my finger. I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.” He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licking it with passion. His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?" Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired. I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.” Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered. My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin. "You're not just a mere human... you are my human." He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin. Cover not mine. *** Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

(HAUPTGESCHICHTE ABGESCHLOSSEN) Im Königreich des Herzens, einem Reich, in dem Vampire herrschen und Menschen nichts weiter als Vieh sind, wurde Lilou, eine Bäuerin, von dem schlimmsten wahnsinnigen Vampir seiner Art gejagt. Doch so furchtbar, wie er sie als seine "reservierte Mahlzeit" bezeichnete, nannte dieser Vampir sie auch seine Braut! Außer: Meine Augen blicken voller Angst auf das noch immer schlagende Herz in seiner Hand. "Mein Herr, verzeiht mir, aber ... ist das der verdammte Beweis, den Ihr mir zu zeigen versprochen habt?" fragte ich mit zittriger Stimme, während ich mit zitternden Knien dagegen ankämpfte, aufzugeben. "Mhm ... glaubt Ihr jetzt, dass ich gut darin bin, Herzen zu erobern?" Der silberhaarige Mann mit den bedrohlichen tiefroten Augen starrte mich nach einem Nicken stolz an. Ich schnappte nach Luft, als er seine Hand zu einer Faust ballte und das frische Herz zerdrückte. "Ja, Mylord. Ihr seid gut darin, buchstäblich." Beschämt sah ich zu, wie die Teile des Herzens fielen, als er sich näherte. Bei jedem seiner Schritte wich ich einen Schritt zurück, bis ich mit dem Rücken an einer festen Säule stand. "Hm", kicherte Samael kurz und blieb vor mir stehen. Seine langen, spitzen Nägel, die mit Blut bedeckt waren, zeichneten meinen Ellbogen bis hinunter zu meiner Hand nach. Sanft klemmte er meinen Zeigefinger zwischen seine und führte ihn vor seine Lippen. "Aber habe ich deinen Test bestanden?" fragte er, während die scharfe Spitze seines Nagels über die Spitze meines Fingers strich. Ich starrte in seinen durchdringenden Blick, als ich zögernd antwortete: "Gerade so." Er grinste und nickte zufrieden, bevor er seinen Nagel auf die Spitze meines Zeigefingers drückte, aus der sich schnell ein Blutstropfen bildete. "So ein süßes Aroma." flüsterte er, nahm meinen blutenden Finger in den Mund und leckte ihn leidenschaftlich ab. Sein bedrohlicher Blick verließ meinen nicht, während er ein wenig von meinem Blut verzehrte. "Heißt das, du nimmst meine Einladung an?" Samael hielt meinen Finger zwischen seinen Reißzähnen und erkundigte sich. Ich biss mir unbewusst auf die Unterlippe, mein Herz in der Brust trommelte, während mir der Schweiß den Rücken hinunterlief. "Aber ... ich bin nur ..." Ich hielt inne und hoffte, dass meine Antwort dem Ganzen ein Ende setzen würde. "... ich bin nur ein Mensch." Samael schnalzte mit der Zunge, verärgert über meine Antwort, als er meinen Finger losließ. "Nein", flüsterte er. Mein ganzer Körper versteifte sich, als er sich vorbeugte und mit der Nasenspitze meine Schulter bis zu meinem Hals streichelte, während sein heißer Atem meine Haut kitzelte. "Du bist nicht einfach nur ein Mensch ... du bist mein Mensch." betonte er, bevor ich spürte, wie sich seine Lippen teilten und die Spitze seiner Reißzähne meine Haut berührte. Cover nicht meins. *** Original Story von: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM für originelle Charaktere: @authoralienfrommars Discord-Server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

Dans le Royaume du Coeur, un royaume où les vampires règnent et où les humains n'étaient rien d'autre que du bétail, Lilou, une paysanne, se retrouva chassée par le pire vampire maniaque de son espèce. Cependant, aussi terrifiant qu'il soit de l'appeler son 'repas réservé', ce vampire l'appela aussi sa fiancée ! Sauf: Mes yeux se gonflent de peur, fixant le cœur encore battant dans sa main. "Mon Seigneur, pardonnez-moi mais... est-ce là la preuve sanglante que vous m'avez promise ?" demandai-je, ma voix tremblante alors que j'avalais ma salive tout en luttant pour empêcher mes genoux tremblants de céder. "Mhm... croyez-vous maintenant que je suis bon pour capturer les cœurs ?" L'homme aux cheveux argentés, portant cette paire d'yeux cramoisis menaçants, me regarda fièrement après avoir hoché la tête. Je haletai quand il serra sa main et écrasa le cœur frais en miettes. "Oui, milord. Vous êtes bon à cela, littéralement." Je suis mortifiée, regardant les morceaux du cœur tomber alors qu'il s'approchait. Chaque pas qu'il faisait me faisait reculer jusqu'à ce que mon dos atteigne un pilier solide. "Huh," Samael ricana brièvement en s'arrêtant devant moi. Ses longs ongles pointus couverts de sang tracèrent mon coude jusqu'à ma main. Doucement, il pinça mon index entre les siens, le guidant avant ses lèvres. "Ai-je réussi votre test, alors ?" Il demanda, la pointe aiguë de son ongle jouant avec le bout de mon doigt. Je fixai son regard pénétrant en répondant à contrecœur, "À peine." Il sourit, hochant la tête en signe de satisfaction avant d'appuyer son ongle sur la pointe de mon index, ce qui fit rapidement apparaître une goutte de sang. "Quel doux arôme." Il chuchota, plaçant mon doigt saignant dans sa bouche et le léchant avec passion. Son regard menaçant ne me quitta jamais des yeux alors qu'il consommait un peu de mon sang. "Cela signifie-t-il que vous acceptez mon invitation ?" En gardant mon doigt entre ses crocs, Samael demanda. Je me mordis inconsciemment la lèvre inférieure, mon cœur battant dans ma poitrine alors que mon dos se couvrait de sueur. "Mais... je suis juste..." Je m'interrompis, espérant que ma réponse mettrait fin à cela. "... je suis juste une humaine." Samael cliqua de la langue, mécontent de ma réponse alors qu'il lâchait mon doigt. "Non," Il chuchota. Tout mon corps se raidi lorsqu'il se pencha, caressant mon épaule jusqu'à mon cou de l'apex de son nez, alors que ses souffles chauds picotaient ma peau. "Vous n'êtes pas simplement une simple humaine... vous êtes mon humaine." Il souligna avant que je ne sente ses lèvres se séparer et la pointe de ses crocs contre ma peau. La couverture n'est pas la mienne. *** Histoire originale par: alienfrommars SUIVEZ-MOI SUR INSTAGRAM pour des illustrations originales de personnages: @authoralienfrommars Serveur Discord: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

Elle était la fille d'un ploutocrate, une élite aux multiples identités, connue et respectée de tous; elle était une jeune fille issue d'une famille riche, qui était prétentieuse et sans honte, détestée de tous. Après être revenue à la vie en tant qu'elle, elle a vaincu le mauvais homme et la garce angélique, s'est vengée du méchant qui l'a tuée, a épousé l'homme le plus noble, est entrée dans la relation la plus douce et a stupéfié le monde! Reporter, "M. Leach, quelle est votre chose préférée dans le monde?" Benson, "Jill." Reporter, "M. Leach, qu'aimez-vous le plus faire chaque jour?" Benson sourit, "Dormir avec Jill dans mes bras la nuit." Juliana: ...

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

Zoe Bell was the foster daughter of the Bell Family. On the night she was thrown out, her fiancé was already wrapping his arm around his new love, making headlines in the entertainment news. Afterwards, Zoe found herself caught in one scandal after another, all because she was seen with the most powerful man in Capital City. Everyone sneered, convinced she was nothing more than a fleeting plaything for Mr. Hale. But little did they know that from the very first moment when he laid eyes on her, Mr. Hale had only one thought - He was going to seize love with boldness! - People were all waiting to find something to mock Zoe about, so they intentionally asked William Hale what relationship he was holding with Zoe Bell. Mr. Hale merely laughed and said, "Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough, because after being married for so long, Mrs. Hale still refuses to announce it publicly or give me my rightful title." It was a night with thick, humid air, Zoe was left breathless as William kissed her with arms firmly wrapping around her waist. His voice was low and scorching, “Mrs. Hale, am I trying hard enough?” Zoe gritted her teeth - He was trying way too hard! 【See how the aloof CEO falls for love】 【Love After Marriage】

Mingshu was so addicted to a novel that she forgot to eat and sleep; she had taken to heart the plight of the villainous emperor within, whose fate was appallingly tragic! After angrily writing a thousand-word negative review, she woke up to find herself transmigrated into the book, becoming the freshly minted, unfortunate Noble Consort of the Tyrant. Confronted with the living and breathing emperor before her, Mingshu's mind was a whirlwind— Isn't this my kid? 〣( ºΔº )〣 In the eyes of everyone else, the emperor was bloodthirsty by nature, ruthless and cruel, a Living Yama whose very name sent shivers down spines! Through Mingshu's eyes, the emperor was: afraid of the dark, terrified of thunder, loved to act spoiled, lacked a sense of security, was inherently kind, and had a life-or-death need for sweets... What kind of supreme cutie is this?! Wahhh, baby, mama loves you!! In order to change her son's dreadful ending, Mingshu, overflowing with maternal love, transformed into a child-protecting demon! She brazenly confronted the Empress Dowager, furiously scolded court officials, and fought imperial consorts with her bare hands... But wait, why were the kid's glances at her becoming more and more peculiar? —— As a child, Si Chu always dreamt of a young girl who taught him to read and write with patience, tended to his wounds with care, and gently soothed him to sleep on every stormy night. Then one day, the girl disappeared. He searched high and low but couldn't find her. So, obsession turned into a demon, his eyes blood-red and crazed, he went mad. Just when he lamented the world's boredom and contemplated destroying everything, He came across a pair of bright, sparkling, talking eyes. With a gloomy and obsessive look, the emperor's lips curled into a cold smile: Fine, you've come to me of your own volition. —— Everyone knew: The emperor detested beautiful, delicate, and arrogant women most of all. No one knew how long the dainty Noble Consort would last. ＊ When you visit this world, remember to take a look at the sun.

Five years ago, Ruby Sullivan was a 160-pound fatty, despised by her husband, slandered by her sister, her child beaten, her company taken away, and she endured endless humiliation. Five years later, she returns in grandeur, exuding confidence, with a graceful figure, and a child by her side in her role as a chief perfumer. Upon meeting again, her heart is filled only with hatred. Yet unexpectedly, that man insists on being a dad for the baby? Ruby Sullivan gives a wicked smile, saying to him: "You can, but I need to take something from you." The man brings out another little bun: "Is this what you mean?"

The first time she bumped into him, she wiped her sweat on his suit, and he took it off and said to throw it away. The second time she knocked over a bucket of water, splashing his shoes and pants, he actually threw away his shoes and socks! Gu Yan was thoroughly unsettled, a germophobic fussiness is an illness that needs treatment! What happens when a man whose cleanliness drives everyone crazy meets a carefree woman? One day, Young Master Tang cornered Miss Gu against the wall, "Let's talk about the question of taking responsibility!"