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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.

No continente de Yunzhou, o talento define o destino. Aqueles com raízes espirituais poderosas são destinados à grandeza, enquanto os sem talento são condenados a viver como mortais comuns. Wei Jian nasceu em uma pequena vila de agricultores e sempre acreditou que esforço poderia superar talento. Durante o teste de admissão da seita, ele descobre possuir uma raiz espiritual acima da média — mas ainda insignificante diante dos verdadeiros gênios. Porém, ninguém percebeu um estranho fenômeno que ocorreu naquele momento. Por uma fração de segundo… o tempo pareceu parar. Sem saber, Wei Jian pode carregar um segredo capaz de desafiar as próprias leis do cultivo. Em um mundo onde o talento determina tudo, ele provará que o destino também pode ser desafiado.

Whore, bitch, hoes; slut. Feeling as if you lost your pride, ashamed; you shouldn't Be. "Who the hell put my pride; my dignity in my Vagina." No one, literally no one wants to be aired naked. Everybody had to have a reason; who made THAT rule? Check out the reasons, tears and desires of MOST GIRLS OUT THERE.

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.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?