of azrael spicy

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

"I made you cum three times in one night. How did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years. Now that I've found you, Diana, there is no escaping me." DIANA My wedding happened only hours ago. That was before I caught my husband in bed with his boss, desperate to raise money for our honeymoon. I was humiliated. Furious. Broke. So I drank. Then I got kidnapped. I woke up in Las Vegas, in a stranger's house. Cairo Arsher's mansion. He is rich. Powerful. Too handsome for my sanity. And dangerously tempting. Before I can call the cops, he takes my hand and kisses it softly, like I belong to him. Then he says the impossible. Four years ago, I was the woman he loved. Four years ago, I left him a newborn and disappeared. Now he has found me, and he swears he will never let me go again. But the truth is simple. I have never really met this man before.

TRIGGER WARNING This book is STRICTLY EROTICA. It contains taboo themes, age gaps, and explicit scenarios intended for mature audiences only (18+). If you are underage or easily disturbed by extreme, forbidden, or mature content, do not read this book. When desire hits fast and hard, there's no time for innocence. This is a collection of quick, explosive stories where lust takes the lead and consequences come later—if at all. Every tale unfolds in a breathless rush: the doctor who crosses a line he swore he never would, the golden boy with a smile too sweet to hide how wicked he can be, a forbidden affair that starts with a glance and ends with a gasp, and age gaps where experience meets temptation head-on. Told through intimate first-person POV, these encounters dive straight into the fire—raw, modern, and unapologetically steamy. Opposites collide, secrets unravel, and every chapter pushes the pulse higher with drama, tension, and bodies giving in long before minds can catch up. If you crave fast-paced heat, forbidden chemistry, and nights that blur the line between wrong and irresistible— step inside. These stories don't tease. They burn.

My nipples strain against the lace fabric, begging for his mouth while I squeeze my thighs together, slick heat smearing between my folds. His voice alone—calm, commanding—does what my husband's cock never could. "It tightens when I come," I whisper, cheeks burning. "And penetration?" he asks, eyes locked on mine. "Shallow... or deep, with something thick enough to stretch you until you break?" I can't look away. Memories flood back: his grip on my hips, that fat cock slamming home from behind while I clutched the sink, biting back moans so no one would hear. Deeper. Always deeper. Full. Ruined. *** A nun's trembling fingers clean blood from a mafia lord's chest while he whispers exactly how he'll make her scream his name against cold stone walls. A step-sister's jealousy boils over when her brother brings home a girlfriend—until he drags her into the woods and fucks the possessiveness right out of her. A shy girl in the gym mirror watches her beast of a trainer's hands linger too long, praising her curves until "good girl" becomes the only word she can whimper to. And in a billionaire's mansion, a modest maid learns the twins didn't hire her to help clean—they hired her to take them both, deep and relentless, until she's dripping down her thighs. Forbidden touches. Broken vows. Power that bends to raw need. Lust wins. Every filthy time. Some affairs end in regret. These affairs always end with someone begging for more. If you want more breathtaking dirty stories, feel free to click on it.

Mo Chou is the no.1 ranking female assassin in an illusive organization. One day on the way to the organization after completing a mission, she dies. She is shocked when reincarnates into her favorite novel but as a villainess who is the protagonist's step sister and dies a miserable death. She just wants to live a cushy and comfortable life so she decides to completely avoid the red flags aka the main characters and live like a saint (well a saint who is an assassin) But why does she keep stumbling into the main characters especially that infuriating villain and why the heck are they clinging onto her?

——————————————————————————— A certain battle between a big bad wolf and a sly kitten: "Why are you- Don't threaten- my freaking CHASTITY!!!" "Well, I need a witness," the sly kitty replies. "Yeah but you DON'T need to BLACKMAIL ME!" "True, but wow I can't believe you're a vir-" "Ahem!" he glares at her. "? What's wrong with virtuous spirit beast?" A certain wolf's face turns red quickly. He attempts to grab the scroll in her hand. She hides it away, "Oy, even if you take it I can just draw another..." He grunts unhappily. 'Wait 'till I get my hands on you; I'll pay you back ten-million-fold!' …. A lovely innocent princess who has never stepped foot out of the palace knows more than those who've traversed the lands? The seal on the memories of her past life breaks, bringing experience and horror to her... Given a second chance at reshaping her life, she rules above all, playing with her 'toys', burning everyone with her spice, and keeping her distance from a certain big bad 'wolf' or was it a 'dog'? ——————————————————————————— Think author-san’s got the cover wrong? Read to find out. Cover credits: Goes to original artist. (I just edited it) Please notify me if you do not want you art here.

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.

"That's it, baby," he continues, his tone almost soothing, despite the filth spilling from his lips. "Take my cock. Take all of it." Baby. My belly flutters, my heart soaring like a fool even though I know it's a runaway utterance. A thoughtless spill of the moment's intensity. I shut my eyes against the word, as if the action will shield my chest from its impact. Or my pussy. "You like that?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "You like it when I fuck you hard? When I make you feel like the dirty little slut you are?" I can't even respond, my throat is too constricted, my lungs too empty. *** GREY'S ANATOMY MEETS MORALLY GREY MEETS FIFTY SHADES OF GREY... 24-year-old Ramona Lisa Gallo seems to finally be back on track to a normal life...while cruising the financial struggle bus. Returning to college to study music seemed like nothing short of a fantasy six years ago. But when she unexpectedly finds herself under the care of young, renowned oncologist, Dexter Frost, she can't convince herself she isn't dreaming. With eyes as cold as his name, Frost is handsome beyond belief. Accomplished beyond his years. And the medical textbook definition of a "Dreamy Knightmare". The good doctor has a proposition for his new patient; a solution to her money troubles once and for all...for a price. Three weekends. Three sessions. His turf. His terms. One little problem: He's married.

A lonely path, so endless, so wide, Madness reigns on every side. A mist that shrouds all faith and light, Its claws now stretch through the endless night. Oblivion calls, its voice a cry, The dark whisper of a god, a fading lie. The horror draws near, the shadows grow tall, And silence spreads where none dare to call. Oblivion calls, it takes its hold, The mist dissolves, and all grows cold. Follow a path born of hate and revenge,but what remains when vengeance ends? A hollow void, no peace to claim, yet Azrael escapes this fate through a mystery's flame. Could it be their deaths hide another goal? Unveil the truth and seek the soul. Here are a few notes about my story: First, English is not my native language, so I have to rely on translators. Second, what you can expect from my story: The most important thing is probably the slow start. The first volume focuses on the development of my characters—why they act the way they do later and what their motivations are. There will be much more fighting in the later parts. Additionally, the MC is more of a loner. The reasons for this will become clear in the first volume. Third, what you shouldn’t expect: An overpowered MC. The MC is definitely strong, but not invincible. Also, don’t expect the MC to do everything on their own. There are other characters who are very important as well. Books that have particularly inspired me: Lord of the Mysteries, Shadow Slave.

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?"