what rowan reads

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."

A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression. Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment. [The cub has grown a little.] [Still too weak.] [How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.] Holly Wyatt: ... She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it... * Two years later. Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek. [Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!] [Give her back!!] * As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well. One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate! That was unacceptable! And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings. [The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.] [If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.] [Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.] Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

If hot and steamy adult action is your poison, then this bundle has what you are looking for! Whether your specific delinquency is interracial, cuckolding, or just a variety of explicit action we have you covered! Read a plethora of stories of cuckquean wives sharing their husbands and helplessly watching as they shoot their seed inside other women.

AUTHOR NOTE: 1 chapter a day - please leave comments if you'd like to change how the story progresses, as I typically leave a 1 week buffer to cover any extenuating circumstances. The most talentless disciple in the sect can hear every word you don't say. They call Mun-yeong a cracked vessel. A body that leaks qi as fast as he gathers it, a disciple who will never cultivate, the boy you send for water and forget by noon. For three years he swallowed it. He was patient. He was quiet. He was very good at being overlooked. Then the sect's golden prodigy put a boot to his spine and sent him off a cliff, cleanly, the way you throw out something broken. He should have died down there. Instead, in a cave the sect had forgotten, something ancient woke and poured itself into the one vessel empty enough to hold it. Now Mun-yeong hears them all. Every thought. Every lie. Every ugly secret the people around him would never say out loud. There's only one problem. His body is still a ruin. He can hear a strike coming and still be far too slow to stop it. So he won't reach for a sword. Not yet. He'll smile, and bow, and stay exactly as harmless as they need him to be. And while the whole murim looks down on the cracked vessel, he'll listen, and learn, and take it apart from the inside. The deadliest man in the murim isn't the one with the sharpest blade. It's the one who already knows what you'll do next. [ Heart-Hearing Art. First Gate, opening. ] [ Hear all. Reveal nothing. ] He intends to do both.

[On Hiatus, busy with other novel but I will not abandon this novel, thank you for your patience.] *WFP #29: Role Reversal Gold winner* *A BL Slice of life and romcom novel!* Who doesn't know Feng Xiaojun? Tall, handsome, rich, and also the CEO of Feng Group. He is a dream CEO that everybody imagined in that typical CEO romance story. But the CEO holds a deep, darkest secret imaginable... Feng Xiaojun is a hardcore, rotten Fudanshi who loves binge reading BL/Yaoi stories every time, even at work. "Sir, how about our meeting schedule this morning?" - Secretary Shi. "Reschedule it, I'm sick today," - Feng Xiajoun who binge read on Killing Stalking the whole night. *** This story has: - Your not so typical CEO. - Relatable, slice of life comedy about BL readers (Fujo/Fudanshi) - Cute BL romance! *Although slow, I will never drop this story, don't worry!* This is a side, fun project of mine! *** Original cover drawn by my friend, SleepyKola.

"You will not die here. Not yet." ​The ruins of Black Hollow were supposed to be empty. Instead, they held a secret older than the Kingdom itself. ​When Hunter Rowan Vale touches a buried artifact to save his team, he unwittingly becomes the vessel for the Weeping Hunger—a Crimson Sovereign that views flesh as clay to be molded. ​He survives the massacre with bones that shift beneath his skin and eyes that see the heat of dying things. But survival comes with a heavy price. His partner, Caren, has been taken by the very beast that slaughtered their squad, and Rowan is the only one who knows she is still alive. ​Exiled by the Guild’s fear and driven by a supernatural hunger, Rowan must return to the ruins. But the voice in his head is getting louder, and the mutations are getting stronger. ​In a world where corruption is a death sentence, Rowan is walking the razor's edge between Savior and Abomination.

Seriously, do people these days still appreciate the beauty of poems? I mean, the hidden meaning of each line kept within minimal wordings. The need to not over-explain but get across the meaning just the same. That's how beautiful poems are. This is a poem compilation of a bugged mind, seeking purpose in life. Words you may not put into stories, you'll find here.

Crave it. Feel it. Give in to it. "Tales of Instant Lust" is an enticing compilation of short, passionate erotic stories that are sure to leave you speechless. This story, which covers bare unrestricted lust in all its exciting forms—from sneaky meetups in lifts to wild nights in faraway countries—is ideal for readers who want romance without hesitation. Regardless of your preference for sexy build-ups or intimate encounters, every story puts you right in the thick of things. From gentle groans to rough, unrepentant passion, this collection offers a variety of personalities, appetites, tones, and peculiarities to suit every sensual preference. Each story is fast-paced and is incredibly spicy; it is meant to be read all at once and to stay with you long after the last word. Pure, immediate pleasure in a world where wishes come true—no drawn-out slow burns. Note: These are adult-only stories. Tales of Instant Lust is your guilty obsession waiting to happen.

Nora Connolly is one missed shift from eviction and getting fired when Rowan O’Keeffe pays her back rent like pocket change and kisses her hard the same night. His Cathedral Quarter world of music venues and protection rackets feels like the safety her foster scars have always craved. But every deal costs her something. When rivals torch her café and secrets about his past start cutting deeper, she walks away. Later he’s back battered and begging, and this time she’s carrying his child. Now Nora has to choose between the life she rebuilt alone and the man who ruins her every time she lets him close, while his enemies close in on the family she never thought she’d have.

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.