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[The End of Spoiling] On her first day at the new school, childhood heartthrob Zac unexpectedly kissed her in front of the whole school! He even declared that she was his girlfriend! He pampered her, protected her, fought off the riff-raff, and shooed away other suitors, but he stubbornly refused to admit that he liked her. Until one day— [Spoiling√][Childhood friends√][No reposting or rewriting√]

A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression. Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment. [The cub has grown a little.] [Still too weak.] [How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.] Holly Wyatt: ... She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it... * Two years later. Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek. [Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!] [Give her back!!] * As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well. One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate! That was unacceptable! And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings. [The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.] [If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.] [Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.] Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."

Devil’s Bedtime Stories An Anthology of One-Shot Horror Tales > “Not all stories are meant to be told at night. Some were never meant to be told at all…” Behind every nightmare lies a truth that someone tried to bury. In this collection of twisted horror one-shots, each volume opens the door to a different darkness— where hotel rooms rewrite your soul, shadows remember your name, and monsters don’t hide under your bed... they tuck you in. From cursed lakes and haunted towns to devils disguised as bedtime storytellers, every tale in this anthology is a slow, inescapable descent into madness, dread, and the chilling possibility that you were never alone to begin with. Once you open this book, you're already part of the story. And the Devil never forgets his readers. This is not a book for sleep. This is a book for those who want to know what's waiting in the dark... For those who are ready to stop pretending the whisper under their bed was the wind. For those who understand: > Once you start reading… you can’t unread what follows. --- SERIES FORMAT: Each Volume = One Complete Horror Story Every Release = A New Devil’s Bedtime Tale No Endings Are Safe. No Truth Is Entirely Buried. Every Story Is a Doorway You Choose to Open. --- > “Once you read it, it knows you. Once you dream it, it never leaves.”

If hot and steamy adult action is your poison, then this bundle has what you are looking for! Whether your specific delinquency is interracial, cuckolding, or just a variety of explicit action we have you covered! Read a plethora of stories of cuckquean wives sharing their husbands and helplessly watching as they shoot their seed inside other women.

Roy Ashenfell doesn’t need saving. As one of the most feared professional boxers in the ring, he’s built his life on control, discipline, and never showing weakness. But behind the victories and the fame, Roy is falling apart—plagued by sleepless nights, a worsening shoulder injury, and a past he refuses to face. Layla Vesta can’t afford to fail. With her father’s life hanging in the balance and no other job willing to take her, this is her last chance. Hired as Roy’s new physical therapist, she’s determined to do what no one else could—help him heal, whether he wants it or not. From the moment they meet, they clash. He sees her as an unwanted intrusion. She sees him as a disaster waiting to happen. But as tempers flare and walls begin to crack, what starts as resentment turns into something far more dangerous. Because the closer Layla gets to the truth behind Roy’s anger, the more she risks losing herself in it.

I died. Again. [System Notice: You have died.] The message appeared so often that I stopped reading it after a while. The font never changed. The tone was always polite. Death, apparently, had excellent customer service. Fire. Poison. Betrayal. Execution. Death and I had cleared every route together. [Cause of Death: Fatal.] By my tenth death, I was annoyed. By my thirtieth, bored. [Death Count: 876] [Tip: Avoid dying.] By the time I reached my hundredth death, the system stopped offering advice. [Death Count: 9870] [No tips available.] That was when I realized something was wrong. Or rather… Death itself was starting to give up. [System Error.] [Respawn Failed.] …Huh. Even Death, it seemed, gives up.

[On Hiatus, busy with other novel but I will not abandon this novel, thank you for your patience.] *WFP #29: Role Reversal Gold winner* *A BL Slice of life and romcom novel!* Who doesn't know Feng Xiaojun? Tall, handsome, rich, and also the CEO of Feng Group. He is a dream CEO that everybody imagined in that typical CEO romance story. But the CEO holds a deep, darkest secret imaginable... Feng Xiaojun is a hardcore, rotten Fudanshi who loves binge reading BL/Yaoi stories every time, even at work. "Sir, how about our meeting schedule this morning?" - Secretary Shi. "Reschedule it, I'm sick today," - Feng Xiajoun who binge read on Killing Stalking the whole night. *** This story has: - Your not so typical CEO. - Relatable, slice of life comedy about BL readers (Fujo/Fudanshi) - Cute BL romance! *Although slow, I will never drop this story, don't worry!* This is a side, fun project of mine! *** Original cover drawn by my friend, SleepyKola.

AUTHOR NOTE: 1 chapter a day - please leave comments if you'd like to change how the story progresses, as I typically leave a 1 week buffer to cover any extenuating circumstances. The most talentless disciple in the sect can hear every word you don't say. They call Mun-yeong a cracked vessel. A body that leaks qi as fast as he gathers it, a disciple who will never cultivate, the boy you send for water and forget by noon. For three years he swallowed it. He was patient. He was quiet. He was very good at being overlooked. Then the sect's golden prodigy put a boot to his spine and sent him off a cliff, cleanly, the way you throw out something broken. He should have died down there. Instead, in a cave the sect had forgotten, something ancient woke and poured itself into the one vessel empty enough to hold it. Now Mun-yeong hears them all. Every thought. Every lie. Every ugly secret the people around him would never say out loud. There's only one problem. His body is still a ruin. He can hear a strike coming and still be far too slow to stop it. So he won't reach for a sword. Not yet. He'll smile, and bow, and stay exactly as harmless as they need him to be. And while the whole murim looks down on the cracked vessel, he'll listen, and learn, and take it apart from the inside. The deadliest man in the murim isn't the one with the sharpest blade. It's the one who already knows what you'll do next. [ Heart-Hearing Art. First Gate, opening. ] [ Hear all. Reveal nothing. ] He intends to do both.

She felt frozen; the cold nipped at her skin. Her throat was hoarse and her lips were cracked. The air crackled with frost. She looked up, the shadow of the man she hated stood in front of her. A twisted smile on his face. “If I cannot have you, then no one shall,” he whispered. She closed her eyes.