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GOLD WINNER FOR WPC #233 - Rich Daughter Lilibeth Rusells is not only the daughter of the head of one of the four most powerful families of their magical nation, but she is also the top student of the Academy. When it comes to battles of strength and wit, no one equals her except for her sworn enemy, the brilliant and enigmatic Nikolas Kore. But when her sister runs off and escapes from her own marriage that's been planned for ten years, Lily's dreams to become a Templar is crushed as she is told by her parents to pretend as the bride. All to save their family from the wrath of the crown. Thus, the beginning of unexpected storms that have come to spoil Lily's fiery plans--both magical and not. And when Nikolas' frosty schemes get in the way, nothing can stop the two from getting head to head. May the Goddesses of Fate help the citizens of Carnelia from these two troublemakers.

Dante Cross had it all — devastating good looks, effortless charm, and the kind of confidence that made hearts race and tempers flare. Freshly 18, with the world at his feet, he thought the most complicated thing in his life was deciding which party to attend next. But that was before the bite. In a single, blood-drenched night under a full moon, Dante's life is ripped apart. He’s no longer just the cocky young heartthrob of Hollowbrooke — he’s a werewolf. And not just any werewolf. There’s something darker, more dangerous about his transformation, a secret hidden deep within his bloodline. Now, thrust into a world of ancient curses, rival supernatural factions, and seductive, deadly enemies, Dante must learn to control the beast within before it controls him. With his best friend (and secret crush) Ava — a sharp-tongued witch-in-training — at his side, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth about his curse. But not everyone wants him to succeed. From a brooding vampire lord with an unsettling interest in him, to a pack of rogue werewolves with their own dark agenda, Dante finds himself at the center of a supernatural power struggle. Between the heart-pounding battles and the forbidden, seductive encounters that leave him breathless, Dante must balance the thrill of danger with the sting of desire. Because in a world where the line between man and monster blurs, sometimes the scariest thing isn’t what lurks in the dark — it’s the wildness of your own heart.

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A dark, fantasy story filled with the supernatural and containing mild violence and disturbing imagery. And a narrator that likes to change up the order of events. A long perilous journey undertaken by a few and ending with a trip to the underworld, where buried secrets are at last unearthed.

Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly. I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers. I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?

Kimmi is no ordinary little girl, not in her own mind. Plagued by insanity, she speaks to voices no one else can heard and responds to truths no one else dares to hear. Many called her mad, but Kimmi was simply special—special enough to see and understand the enigmatic world of Simix in ways no one else could. In the crumbling world of Simix, Kimmi refuses to stand idle. Determined to uncover the cause of the worlds decay, she sets out on a journey into the unknown. Mocked for her resolve and shunned for her strangeness, she grows stronger—strong enough that no one can ignore her anymore.

-Emptiness—that’s what I feel every time I try to understand; nothing—that’s what I see when I try to remember. https://discord.gg/TeEKujQaw Oberon doesn't remember how he got there. His last memories fade into the autumn chill and a bear hunt that sealed his fate. When he opens his eyes, the freedom of the mountains has been replaced by a suffocating stone cell and absolute silence. To survive in the darkness, Oberon must do the unthinkable: devour the insects that bite him and transform his own life into a tool of destruction through what he calls “Malice.”

Lucas, the third mischievous god, had grown tired of his usual antics. Instead of causing chaos and mischief, he decided to spice things up in a rather unconventional way. "Enough of the same old games. It's time to conquer the realms in a whole new manner," Lucas declared with a wicked grin. His grand plan? To assert dominance across the mortal world, demon world, and even the heavens, not through war, but through a different kind of conquest. Lucas aimed to make every woman his own, turning his mischievous exploits into a scandalous adventure. WARNING This tale is not for the faint of heart. Brace yourself for explicit R18 scenes and depictions of naughtiness. There's no holding back on the lewd details, so if you're not up for the heat, consider yourself warned. However, if you're ready for a wild ride, dive in and enjoy the mischief! NO NTR NO YURI

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"