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"Cutie, I'm starting to like you" What started off as an unexpected guest gradually became so much more. Darren Chu is under house arrest and fretting with a desire to win his case when a man came knocking on his door for a place to stay. “Cutie, I got this. What do you take me for?” Timothee William is flirty, shameless, and sexy. He’s got this laid back aura and mouth-watering winks but a trashy mouth. It definitely didn't help that he was full of hot curses and mind-bending, lust-raising, sexy tattoos that obscure Darren’s view from what he should be really worrying about. When it came to the day he has to choose, he was torn and yet he was moved. A character for a character. A man for a man. A challenge for a challenge. A love for hate and a prince for a prince. Will Darren be able to overcome things thrown in his way? Or will he find comfort in someone he did not expect?

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he specialized in tattooing sinister designs. Tattooing, an ancient art, has flowed silently through the ages. In ancient times it was called "mo" (墨, ink), referred to in classical texts as "ni" (涅) - the process of embedding ink beneath the skin's surface with needles to create permanent patterns. For over 2,000 years in China, people have adorned their bodies with auspicious floral tattoos for blessings and spiritual protection. But there exists another kind of tattoo - one intertwined with the occult and dark arts. These are said to possess mysterious powers: warding off evil, changing fortunes, attracting wealth, enhancing romance, and ensuring safety. The world knows them as the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. Around these enigmatic yin-yang tattoos begins a thrilling tale brimming with vivid stories. What hidden secrets and forbidden knowledge lie concealed within? Where will these dark designs lead their bearers...

It's the year 3045 and the entire world is shrouded in a deadly fog. To escape its grasp, people flocked to New York where the fog couldn't penetrate. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked in the once bustling city. In this morally grey society, cunning, influence, and aspirations dictate this shattered world. With a diverse group of characters each pursuing their own ambitions, there is a variety of personalities to connect with as their narratives unravel, leading to an inevitable conclusion.

In an ancient village, there lived a mysterious tattoo artist who not only held an exceptional inking skill but controlled numerous unspoken magical powers. His name resonated only amongst the cobblestone path and rustic houses. His existence was like his tattoo parlor, nestled right in the midst of the village, yet radiating an aura of mystery, brimming with the unknown and the astonishing. The village leader was the wealthiest man decorated with the gem of his life, his beautiful wife. They seemingly had everything, yet were perpetually troubled by their childlessness. Under this circumstance, a mysterious tattoo story unfolded. The village leader's wife sought out the tattoo artist, pleading for his special power to help her conceive. As the tattoo of the Guanyin was etched onto the wife's skin, the magic sprang, stunning everyone: Not long after, the wife was remarkably pregnant. However, life is always filled with joys and sorrows. Tragically, she died during childbirth, leaving only a newborn baby girl. The village leader, stricken with the loss of his beloved, wallowed in overwhelming grief. Fortuitously, comforted and assisted by the tattoo artist, he slowly stepped out from the agony, striving to raise their daughter.

When restaurateur Hugh Neumann rebukes Oliver Nicholas’s very public proposal to his boyfriend during a Valentine’s Day dinner, the diverted Cupid’s arrow strikes Hugh not in the heart, but in the ass.<br><br>After a media storm of commentary, ironically pro and con, gains national steam, what Hugh begins to refer to as his personal “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre” begins to affect home life with his partner, Dominick Brodie.<br><br>Was Hugh’s overreaction pandering to his largely heterosexual clientele? Or did the incident trigger his own panic about same-sex marriage? Will the public scrutiny threaten his decade-long commitment to Dom?

Prologue – Rui I am the one who pins Kael Valdemar to the inside of my eyelids every night. Not the Kael they all see (cold, perfect, untouchable), but the one who exists only when he thinks no one is watching: the way he rubs the back of his neck when he’s tired, the tiny exhale he lets out before he smiles at something small, the exact second his shoulders drop when the door closes and the crown finally slips. I have memorized the shape of his mouth saying words he never says to anyone else. I have tasted the air he leaves behind in empty hallways. I have pressed my lips to every photograph until the paper tore. People think obsession is loud. Mine is quiet. It is the soft click of a camera shutter at 3:17 a.m. It is the way I learned to breathe in the exact rhythm of his sleep cycle so my heart doesn’t disturb him through the wall. It is the single white rose I leave on his pillow and remove before he wakes, just to know my scent was the first thing his dreams touched. I am not here to rule him. I am here to be the place where all that terrifying strength finally rests. One day soon he will lean down to check if the fragile transfer Omega is okay (because he always checks), and I will rise on tiptoes, slide my fingers into his hair, and kiss him like I have rehearsed in the dark a thousand times. He will taste vanilla and something darker underneath. He will freeze. He will realize too late that the softest mouth in the world just claimed the only throat he was ever meant to bare. I am Rui. And I have been kissing Kael Valdemar long before he ever learned my name. Content Warning: 18+

Aden Waters was left alone with his daughter when she was only two months, when her mother walked out to pursue the life of someone her age as she didn't want to be chained down by a child. Aden, on the other hand, thought differently. He wanted the responsibility of fatherhood and to raise his princess, which he does alone and soon has to pick up an "odd" job to do so. Facing judgement, romance, difficulties on the job and just daily life, Aden refuses to give up on his Princess.

This is a story (Biography) about a fishing trip gone wrong if you don’t like gory stuff then I suggest not reading it, thanks for reading if you did!

Blurb. Having failed to secure a mate, Olivia black was forced to marry Lucien, the heir of Moonblood family who couldn't control his wolf. Fearing that he would never be able to control his wolf, he rejected her after three years out of fear that he would accidentally kill her. Left with no choice, she partakes in the year's bonding ceremony, and for the second time in history ; A wolf bonded two mates. Unfortunately for her, she found herself bonded to the worst mates possible . One is a half human adopted into a powerful pure blood family, the other is a feared Alpha who was rumored to have masscred his entire family. An Alpha and a Lycan. This was the beginning of her journey, a journey she couldn't even see how it would end.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!