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"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spits, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper falls from the Alpha's lips, Kamil growls and bites his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two men involving light kink & submission . If a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

​The world isn't ending. It's just being rewritten. ​ ​Ehaan Kapoor was a corporate editor who believed life was about structure, logic, and correcting errors. Then, the sky turned violet, giant eyes opened in the clouds, and the world was notified that the "Draft Phase" was over. ​Reality is now a live-streamed narrative for cosmic entities known as the PATRONS. They demand entertainment. They demand tragedy. They demand a story worth watching. ​While others panicked or leveled up as warriors and mages, Ehaan noticed the typos in the code. He saw the strings attached to the monsters. He realized that in a world made of words, the sword is not the strongest weapon—the Red Pen is. ​Unlock the class: [Narrative Architect]. ​Armed with the power to edit physics, reject plot twists, and rewrite the motivations of gods, Ehaan must lead a team of glitches and rejected characters against the Publisher—the cosmic entity determined to monetize their suffering. ​From crashing the economy of a Battle Royale to poisoning the audience of a Gothic Romance, Ehaan is on a mission to do the impossible: ​GET THE BOOK BANNED.

The best spy story; the worst spy. The world's worst criminal vs. the world's worst spy. Literary, there's nothing better. Khalid el Bullít is the most dangerous terrorist on Earth. He deals deadly drugs to children, he feeds guns to warlords in countries where hunger rules, and he dreams of a nuclear attack on a major Western city, probably New York. It's not strange if you've never heard about him: the entire island of Malta protects Khalid's secret identity. But Khalid made one mistake and now the LSD is after him. A manuscript about a maniac leads to a manhunt to save mankind. Is Malik, the writer of that manuscript, a pawn or a player? Does Khalid play with black or white? Sami, The Runner, should leave this mission to The Agent. Noxious Secrets are extremely bad for your health.

Havenport is a city of routine until Daniel Carter discovers a living manuscript that distorts reality. When researcher Evelyn Harper arrives, the two must unravel its secrets while city anomalies grow and unseen forces watch from the shadows. Danger, rivalry, and unexpected sparks of romance collide. Can they survive the manuscript’s power before it consumes everything?

there was a urban legend going around the town about a demon Mistress on the beach to everyone else that was scary but to Bing Ting it was fascinating that is what led to this Tale.

The Forgotten Pattern is a collection of archival fragments, letters, and testimonies drawn from centuries of human history — yet each page reveals something deeply unsettling: the past does not remain past. Faces recur across portraits separated by generations, treaties repeat their promises and betrayals, and names reappear only to vanish again. The pattern is not coincidence. It is law. From a burned children’s primer whose script seems to invade the reader’s thoughts, to fragments of clay tablets whispering of return and erasure, to the obsidian disc inscribed with a chant that lingers unnaturally in memory — the artifacts that survive hint at a reality where disappearance does not mean destruction. Those who vanish are not lost, but gathered. Historians, scribes, and travelers who trace these anomalies find themselves ensnared in contradictions: records doubling back, conversations replaying, corridors walked twice without intent. Journals of the missing reveal no terror, only calm resignation, as if each knew their vanishing was neither accident nor crime, but a summons. As speculation fades into silence, only fragments endure: whispers of dreams that repeat endlessly, of libraries that duplicate their shelves, of portraits that refuse to age. Across centuries, one phrase recurs in ink, in margins, and in whispers: “Claimed, not lost.” The book offers no solution, no closure. Instead, it entangles the reader in the same pattern it describes, leaving behind the lingering suspicion that the text itself is not merely read, but repeated — and that to recognize the pattern is to risk joining it.

Haruki Nao is a Japanese who lives in the village named Shimokitazawa, he studied at high school in Tokyo and grew up without his father and mother. he was educated by his grandmother from a very young age, but at seventeen he received a diploma from his high school in Japan allowing him to go to Fordham University in New York in the United States. However, his life is in danger of changing after he visits the natural history museum with some friends where he feels fascinated by a manuscript in Japanese letters that he will make the mistake of reading in full.

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!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?

Roxanna died in a snowstorm apocalypse after being betrayed by her ex-husband and her best friend. But instead of resting in peace, she wakes up in the body of Roxanna Vixelle, the infamous Pink Fox villainess who tortured her five beast husbands for fun. Worse, the system in her head says: [Mandatory Survival Action: Mate with one of your husbands to gain +5 days of life.] [Failure Consequence: Death in 48 hours.] She thought she would never be able to complete that mission because after all, her husbands despise her. But without her realizing it, all five of them can hear every single thought inside her adorable little head. So when the system gives her that impossible quest again… All her husbands immediately line up in front of her like soldiers waiting for inspection. Dog husband: “CHOOSE ME! I’m the strongest! I have stamina for DAYS!” Fish husband: “I… I promise to be gentle.” Cat husband: “Step aside. She’ll choose who she wants.” Albino Lizard husband: “If mating will stabilize her lifespan, then I will do it.” Bird husband: “HEY! Don’t volunteer yourself first!” From then on, her lifespan would continue to increase, but at what cost? ==== Disclaimer: this is a REVERSE HAREM, meaning the female lead doesn’t need to choose.