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Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." Gu Nianzhi: "!!!" Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

He is S City’s dark and sadistic emperor. During the day he appeared aloof, yet he transformed into a ravenous wolf at nighttime. “Trying to run? I’ll teach you the proper way to run.” The chairman had a variety of ways to spoil his wife. Anna Jadwin let out a devilish baby, “The one who loses runs out of the bund, and mommy is mine!” The next day, little** ran around the bund naked, and cried his eyes out, “Let mommy stay with me for one night, please, my handsome Daddy~”

Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life.  This life, she wants to be a proper actor.  Have a good reputation, rather have nothing than everything and not rely on the words from her fans. The products are quality. Firmly plant her own feet to the ground and only rely on herself to take the throne, step by step.  Yet, she accidentally got entangled with a world-class big shot. Ever since then, the world-class big shot followed her on Weibo. He would gift her advanced technological goods for protection. Create rings that no one else can wear but her. He would glorify her family name so he can go through fire to watch over.  Until he finally embraced her, "It's too dangerous for you. You can only be safe if you become my wife."  Yun Xiangxiang: ...

He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. "Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?" "You are the pet." "…" "Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?" "You are the prettiest." "…" Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive? One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?" Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?" In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

"You're crazy. But I love you" He said to her. ** She swore to never have anything to do with Socialites again. They were all backstabbing bastards and womanizers. She also found it difficult to believe that anyone was actually going to love her for who she truly was... Well, until Muchen came into the picture. He got attracted to her the very first time he saw her two years ago. It was the first time he saw a girl looking like a gangster. She had even beat up his cousin's bodyguards in front of him. And for the first time also, he allowed someone bully his dear cousin. After cunningly have her work for him two years later, she pretended like it was their first meeting since she didn't want her employer to see her as troublesome. 'This is going to be fun' He thought. The more he knew her, the more he got curious about her. But Sara didn't want anyone to ever find out about her past. Especially Mr Li. ** "Mr Li. I think...I know you like me and I'm kind of flattered that you do. But I... I don't like you that way" Sara tried to convince Li Muchen and herself. She had to put a boundary between them now before things become more complicated. He looked at her with an unreadable expression and took a step closer to her. "Its either you don't know it yet, or you know it but you're pretending. You do like me that way" He said in a low voice. "Mister... Mister Li. You are my employer" She tried to focus as she couldn't stand his gaze. "So should I fire you?" He asked. "I didn't say that." She panicked. "What I am saying is.. is.." She stuttered "Heya is like a sister to me. Which makes you like a brother to me" Muchen moved even closer to her and smiled. "You are getting something wrong Sara Wang. I..only have...one sister" And with that said, he covered the remaining distance between them and locked his lips with hers. It was soft, it was gentle. Sara's breath stopped. So did Muchen's. He had not actually intended to do that. Sara's stomach tightened. Her heart raced. She really couldn't process what was going on right now. He pulled away slightly to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were wide open but her focus was on his face. He smiled at her and was gradually lifting his head when he felt her soft hands which had been by her side, around his neck. He was startled when he felt her pull him back towards her. This time, She initiated the kiss. Me: Probably a sisterly kiss..lol Sara Wang is never going to be Li Muchen's sister. *** NOTE: This is a light drama. No rape or too many unclear misunderstanding. It is simple and straight to the point EXTRA NOTE: THE NOVEL IS NOW COMPLETED AND WOULD BE RE-EDITED. PLEASE BEAR WITH THE MISTAKES YOU'LL FIND! The sequel is currently ongoing so add it to your library! Hello, Mr Li: The Christmas trip. https://dynamic.webnovel.com/book/14776018406659805?utm_source=writerShare&utm_campaign=4303567347 THANKS :-) DISCLAIMER: Cover photo isn't mine. I am willing to take it down if the owner wants me to. ♡♡

Adult Romance—Action. “Live must go on, but you don't let me move on.” Meira Aurora, si model majalah dewasa yang namanya terkenal seantero Universitas Malaka dalam predikat buruk, sebab pekerjaannya mendapat stigma negatif dari manusia di kalangan kampus. Bagi semua mahasiswa, Meira terlalu menggiurkan, kalau bagi mahasiswinya Meira terlalu menjijikan. Mereka bahkan mengira kalau Meira sering melakoni make out dengan dosen agar nilainya naik. Ada satu hari di mana seorang mahasiswa pemimpin organisasi Mapala di kampusnya berhasil menarik perhatian Meira, Riska Prakasa namanya. Berkat video kissing scene Riska serta Luna yang Meira dapatkan hari itu, ia bisa menarik Riska dengan mudah ke arahnya. Lambat laun Riska tahu siapa Mey sebenarnya, tentang kehidupan yang brutal serta segudang omong kosong, Riska juga tahu alasan Meira selalu menangis di kolong meja ruang makan. Riska mulai memiliki alasan mengapa ia harus menjaga Meira agar tetap baik-baik saja saat seseorang ingin melenyapkan gadis itu. Lantas, ada hari di mana pekat benar-benar menghampiri Meira dan memunculkan titik terendah dalam kehidupannya. Copyright by aprilwriters 2021.

Boy adalah orang yang sangat tampan dan sangat kaya raya. Boy merupakan pemilik perusaaan yang sangat terkenal yaitu NEBULA perusahaan bisnis besar buku komik. Berbeda dengan Tiara, Tiara adalah gadis cantik yang masih duduk di bangku kuliah dan harus bekerja untuk memenuhi kebutuhan hidupnya dan harus membayar hutang almarhum ayah dan ibunya. Boy menikah dengan Tiara dikarenakan pesan dari almarhum ayahnya untuk menjaga putri dari temannya yang sudah membantunya untuk mengembangkan perusahaan NEBULA. ​Kisah mereka pun dimulai dari pernikahan itu. Apakah mereka akan saling mencintai atau apakah Tiara hanya memanfaatkan Boy yang sangat kaya raya dan atau apakah Boy hanya menikahi Tiara hanya sebatas untuk mewujudkan keinginan almarhum ayahnya.