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**cover credits to the real owner** *** Born into a long line of villains, Drake didn’t grow up like one. He knew nothing about his families’ sins or the destiny he was bound to, brought to light by a car accident three years ago. It took everything but gave him something he never asked for...Powers. What would he do with these abilities? What could he do? Would he carry on the family tradition? Or turn to justice and become a hero? ** Pearl would do anything to be normal again. To go back to when life was easy, and her only worry was what to choose for dinner would be. Even if it meant faking a bond with a mate? Just long enough so she could escape this hellish nightmare? But what would Pearl do when she realizes she’s responsible for someone else’s wellbeing? Could she risk another for her own selfish desires? *** Would she be able to get her old life back? The life before these things humans only fantasized about became real? Or would she end up falling in love, giving in to this bond she intended to forsake, and choosing to stay with the love of her life? Even if it means leaving everything and everyone she ever cared about? ****

Su Qinglan estava sentada de pernas cruzadas na grama, segurando o filhote de tigre mais gordinho que ela já tinha visto. "Aww... Olhe só para você", ela sussurrou, tocando seu narizinho. "Tão fofo que eu poderia te devorar..." Uma sombra repentina pairou sobre ela. "O que há de tão bom nesse filhote fedorento?" perguntou uma voz profunda e divertida. Ela piscou os olhos... e congelou. Erguendo-se acima dela estava um alto homem-fera tigre, seus olhos dourados estreitados em um sorriso preguiçoso e predatório. "Vamos ter o nosso", ele disse. O cérebro de Su Qinglan entrou em curto-circuito. ... Nosso? NOSSO?! Antes que ela pudesse processar, no momento seguinte foi içada sobre o ombro largo dele como um saco de grãos e carregada diretamente para a caverna. Su Qinglan ficou tão sufocada com a rapidez de tudo aquilo... que esqueceu até mesmo de reclamar. *** Os joelhos de Su Qinglan batiam um contra o outro enquanto ela olhava fixamente para a enorme serpente. Seus olhos vermelhos e frios se estreitaram, o movimento de sua língua provando o ar entre eles. "N-Não me coma", ela gaguejou, abraçando a si mesma. "Eu... eu não sou saborosa... sério, sou dura e cheia de... hm... colesterol ruim." A cabeça da cobra abaixou até ficar a centímetros de seu rosto. Suas orelhas de raposa tremeram freneticamente. E então, antes que ela pudesse piscar... seu corpo enorme cintilou, escamas transformando-se em pele bronzeada e músculos definidos. Diante dela estava um homem tão incrivelmente bonito que os pobres olhos de raposa de Su Qinglan lacrimejaram só de olhar para ele. Su Qinglan engoliu em seco, seu rabo ficando todo arrepiado em pânico. "Eu... eu..." Sua voz falhou. Okay, novo problema... a cobra é gostosa. Ela apertou os olhos fechados. "Se você... se você realmente quiser..." Ela soltou, com o rosto ardendo, "...v-você pode... me pegar." *** Em um momento, Su Qinglan estava lutando com todas as suas forças contra o rei zumbi. Boom! No momento seguinte, ela acordou em um bizarro mundo das bestas... dentro do corpo de uma tirana local preguiçosa, mimada e gorda que todos odiavam. A Su Qinglan "original" tinha sido uma vilã arrogante e manipuladora que passava seus dias intimidando mulheres-fera mais fracas, perseguindo machos bonitos e aterrorizando as crianças da tribo. Agora, graças ao senso de humor distorcido do destino, Qinglan havia herdado o corpo e a má reputação. Mas, sinceramente? Ser gorda em um mundo das bestas ainda era melhor do que passar fome no apocalipse. Pelo menos aqui, ela podia comer. O único problema? Neste mundo, os homens não eram apenas homens, eram homens-fera. Altos, fortes, perigosos... E aparentemente, esperava-se que cada mulher-fera tivesse vários maridos. O problema? As palhaçadas da Qinglan "original" haviam espantado todos os machos decentes num raio de dezesseis quilômetros. Armada com seus instintos de sobrevivência apocalíptica, uma língua afiada e um misterioso sistema que de repente se ativou... "Vinculando com a hospedeira..." "Parabéns, hospedeira, por chegar com sucesso ao mundo das bestas." Qinglan decidiu que não iria chorar sobre o destino. Se ela tivesse que viver aqui, então viveria grande, literalmente.

Transmigration never crosses his mind until he met his death by a sudden turn of events. Traveling with an orange fox kit that told him his new reality, and 'using' his soul to fix the corrupted mission worlds. He Ming apathetically followed the fox kit to face-slap and kick the scam characters off their so-called throne and raise the rightful characters to heaven. Just when he thought he was already done, those characters started to chase after him instead! Will He Ming be able to finish his tasks smoothly, or will the troublesome Male leads be a hindrance to his efficiency? Find out more and read the book! It's worthwhile I promise *wink wink*

After finally meeting his end as a indentured mercenary in service of the USIE civil cooperation bureau, Tom finds himself in front of what he quickly comes to terms with is a god. This god has one question from him: Name 3 things you would need to fix my world. Finding himself under new employment after his death, Tom finds himself transported to a world of magic and swords, there he must complete the tasks of his new patron, but for the first time in many years Tom starts finding enjoyment in his work, afterall, there’s nothing better than ending slave traders and other scum that take advantage of people and sell them like goods. Although faced with overwhelming odds, Tom still has his preferred rifle, so he begins a journey, tasked to save this world from dark forces and corruption. Along the way, he might also start regaining all he lost. This story will also be available as a set, get the volume 1 from the link in my profile

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

Kazuki died doing what he loved most: absolutely nothing useful. But instead of peace, he wakes up in a broken world where gods gamble on mortals, monsters scream in ancient Latin, and everything he touches turns mildly cursed. Now branded as “The Vessel” and dumped on the infamous Infernal Path, Kazuki gains EXP every time he suffers—and boy, does he suffer a lot. Armed with a soup ladle, a sarcastic talking cat named Mistral, and a system that raises his corruption faster than his stats, Kazuki must navigate deadly dungeons, soul-eating relics, and a prophecy that claims he might be the reincarnation of an ancient cosmic disaster. Or maybe the disaster itself. Surrounded by a reluctant elf archer with emotional range issues, a battle-happy himbo, and a mage whose trust levels are permanently set to “knife,” Kazuki doesn’t know whether he’s destined to break the cycle… or become it. One thing’s for sure: he’s not the hero. He’s just the problem no one can fix.

[Mature content 18+ No rape] She didn't expect to change! She didn't expect to be dark and different from the angel she thought she was! Why has she become this way?! Did the world turn her into such a person?! No, she wanted and had to be such nperson!

This is Nikolai and Elara’s daughter, Nova’s love story from Love me or Break me. -------------- Eighteen, unfiltered, and painted in chaos—Nova Volkov doesn’t follow rules. She rewrites them. Daughter of Elara, the design queen, and Nikolai, the Bratva legend, Nova is a storm in designer boots with a paintbrush in one hand and sarcasm on her tongue. She’s untouchable. Unapologetic. Unhinged. And absolutely adored—especially by her mafia father, who gifted her an art gallery under someone else’s name. Because, you know, privacy. Then she meets Andrew. A quiet barista with kind eyes and a tragic past, Andrew is everything Nova isn’t—soft, gentle, real. He doesn’t care about her last name. He just wants to design beautiful spaces and breathe without looking over his shoulder. She falls. Hard. But just when Nova thinks she’s found something untouched by her bloodstained world, the truth surfaces: Andrew’s parents died in a fire set by none other than her father. Now he can’t look at her without seeing flames. And she can’t look at herself without feeling like the villain. Can love survive the sins of a family? Or will the fire that brought them together… tear them apart?

In a city divided by power and rebellion, the streets are dangerous. What started off as a peaceful protest against the absurd traffic laws became a full on revolution. Now, rebellion is the norm. The cops stopped enforcing justice they started enforcing fear into the rebels. Raised during this chaos a new generation of riders rose. they don't know what life was like before the fight all they know is rebellion. United under a masked symbol these kids have never seen, these young rebels ride not just to survive, but to bring back what this city lost. In this story, don't ask who? ask why?.