Xu ChengYan lleva cinco años con el maestro más joven de la familia He, a su entera disposición y complaciente en todo momento. Aunque He Yang siempre lo tratara con frialdad, Xu ChengYan seguía dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa, pensando que mientras fuera lo más especial para He Yang, algun día sería capaz de derretir este iceberg. Hasta que un día, la luz de la luna blanca de He Yang volvió al país. Xu ChengYan vio con sus propios ojos que el hombre que siempre se mostraba frío a sí mismo era extremadamente gentil con esa persona. Fue también en ese momento cuando Xu ChengYan se dio cuenta de que sólo era un suplente. El iceberg se derretiría, pero el que lo derritió no fue él mismo. Xu ChengYan finalmente despertó y optó por dejar de lado su amor, hizo las maletas y se marchó solo. Cuando He Yang regresó y vio el piso vacío, sólo se rió e hizo una apuesta con sus amigos: en menos de cinco días, Xu ChengYan volvería. Pero lo que He Yang no esperaba era el frío cadáver de Xu ChengYan, que nunca podría ser salvado.

Milo loves sex, parties and alcohol. He adores the thrill of being young, wild and mateless. He has witnessed his family and friends find their mates, settling down and living happily ever after. But this has never appealed to Milo. He wants to be a free spirit forever. That's until Milo's mate walks in on him at a sex party. Not only is Milo getting fucked into oblivion by another male but the mate-bond he refused to believe even existed is now shattering around him. He's never known such heartbreak for someone he's never met before and now he's convinced it is broken beyond repair. Nate already has enough to worry about and now he's faced with the pain of seeing his mate being intimate with someone else. Someone that isn't him. The memory forever engraved into his mind. With both of them battling silent insecurities, they struggle to understand how they could ever possibly work out their issues when their lives are so fundamentally different. Can Milo and Nate sort through their differences to give each other a chance at true love? 18+

Alex has been looking for a sign from the universe. A sign to tell him that he needs to keep fighting. To live on for his brother who died in a tragic car accident. When Alex stumbles across a man in town wearing a blindfold, holding a sign that says, 'You are not alone. If you need a talk or a hug. I am here.' He takes it upon himself to approach the stranger. Was this the sign he has been looking for? - River has been a mental health advocate for three years. With his own demons battled, he takes it upon himself to support others. More specifically strangers. He has always found peace in helping those who suffer in silence. When River is approached by a man who expresses his depressive tendencies, he decides to take the broken stranger for coffee, out of fear of what might happen if he lets him go. River tells him to offload, release all the sadness and frustration he has into someone who knows nothing about him. But when he leaves, River can't stop thinking about him. It's not until Alex comes back a few months later to thank him for listening when he needed help the most. Alex has a lot to thank for his signs from the universe.

18+ SPIN-OFF to The Eternal Curse Everett has been waiting for his mate longer than most. He's fantasised about his future Luna joining him in his adventures. Together they will be indestructible. But when he attends a committee meeting as the Alpha of his werewolf pack, he doesn't expect to sense his mate's scent lingering in the air. As he desperately tries to locate her, shock filters through his body when he finds a rugged blonde girl stealing from the venue. Her light blue eyes pierce his, she's been caught red-handed. She isn't just a thief. She is a kleptomaniac. With a past that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Everett knows one thing for sure, this isn't going to be as easy as he thought.

Running a sex-line was never on Rory's agenda, but after needing to pay for his University fees to graduate in dance, he knows he can use the two things he's good at-his charm and his love for sex. He stands by three rules: don't give away your identity, don't meet up in person and DO NOT get attached. It's a job at the end of the day and he must remain professional. Until the one caller that makes him break the most important rule. August Wilder might look like he has the perfect life being the one to watch on the University rugby team and being the top of his class, but his demons haunt his every move. He never opens up. He never talks about his past. He will never talk about that night. When August stumbles across a sticker in the men's bathroom for a hotline, he calls it. He's not interested in the sex, he's in need to talk to someone that doesn't know who he is. After hours of calls and sleepless nights. Rory and August grow a bond, yet the secret of their identities lie between them. Tropes: Sports romance (dancer x rugby player) Shy MMC x Confident MMC Secret identity Angst/healing Close friendship group/found family Spicy Scenes Lots of fluff 18+

Song QingZhou y Xie Xun han estado casados durante dos años. A los ojos de los extranjeros, QingZhou es una buena esposa. Aunque a Xie Xun no le gustaba y tenía una luz de luna blanca en su corazón. Más tarde, éste regresó a China, y Song QingZhou se divorció de Xie Xun. Los forasteros pensaron que tendría una vida miserable sin el refugio de Xie Xun, pero no esperaba que se mezclara y prosperara, y parece ser muy... ¿feliz? Dos personas, una pensó que volvería y se pasó todos los días decidiendo cómo debía aceptar su amor a regañadientes y sin dejar rastro. El otro pensó que lo dejaría ir, y después del divorcio, borró su número y cortó la comunicación única.

Transmigrar no es aterrador. Lo aterrador es que Shi Yi no solo transmigró en el cuerpo de un Ger, sino que además fue vendido a su archienemigo de la vida anterior: Pei Xing, quien transmigró incluso antes que él. Antes de transmigrar, Pei Xing provenía de una familia ilustre con un trasfondo profundo, poseía activos por cientos de miles de millones, medía 1.90 metros y era un guapo mestizo; un auténtico "Alto, Rico y Guapo". Tras la transmigración, Pei Xing ahora mide 1.95 metros, conserva ese mismo rostro encantador de rasgos mixtos y se ha convertido en el hombre más apuesto de todas las aldeas cercanas. Posee la casa de ladrillo y teja más grande y exquisita de la zona, además del título académico de Juren. Por si fuera poco, ¡este hombre tiene un "Dedo dorado". Por otro lado, Shi Yi no solo carece de un Dedo Dorado, sino que cada mes debe soportar el "periodo de celo" propio de los Gers. Además, su estatura se encogió drásticamente de 1.83 metros a solo 1.73 metros. ¿Cómo no va a odiarlo? ¡Si ambos transmigraron, ¿por qué la diferencia es tan abismal?! ESTA HISTORIA NO ME PERTENECE, SOLO LA TRADUZCO INFORMACIÓN COMPLETA EN EL PRIMER CAPÍTULO

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Antes do gelo ser silêncio Houve fogo. E antes que qualquer coroa exisitir... Houve Valíria. Dizem que todas as grandes casas nasceram da ambição, do fogo. Mas, isso nunca foi verdade. Pois, houve uma casa feita da ausência disso. Esta que, não fugiu. Porém, também não caiu. Apenas partiu. Em silêncio, como neve levada pelo vento. A Casa Maelyrion. Seus dragões não eram feitos de fogo. Não eram guerreiros. Nem seus montadores. Eram criaturas frias. Feitos de gelo que consumia em silêncio. Os Maelyrion não eram conquistadores. Eram permanência e estabilidade. Como o inverno. Seus reis não eram temidos. Eram lembrados. Todos os Maelyrion eram sonhadores. "Profetas dos sonhos", chamavam. Foi um desses sonhos que os fez partir. Muito antes da ruína. Onde Valíria era fogo... Eles já eram inverno. E assim nasceu Thorne. Escondida entre montanhas que tocavam o céu, envolta de mares que não eram atravessados, mas evitados. Um reino que não era visto e nem queria ser. Gerações passaram. Reis vieram e partiram. E o sangue antigo permaneceu intacto, estável... Contudo, não puro. Porque, os Maelyrion não temiam mistura. Enquanto isso, do outro lado do mundo, o fogo nunca aprendeu. A Casa Targaryen cresceu como chama. Brilhante, impotente, instável. Eles conquistaram. Queimaram. Reinaram. E, como toda chama que se alimenta demais... Começaram a consumir a si mesmos. Mas, o destino... Nunca foi sobre um lado. Foi sobre equilíbrio. E, quando o fogo começou a vacilar... O gelo foi lembrado. Porque, entre o gelo e o fogo... Sempre houve um ponto de encontro. E ele havia nascido. Duas vezes. Laerion Maelyrion e Lysaerys Maelyrion. Nascidos em Thorne Entretanto, não pertencentes apenas a ele. Antes que notassem... O mundo olhou para Thorne. O fogo encontrou o inverno. E, dessa vez... Talvez ninguém saisse ileso. 👥️❤️: Baelor Targaryen X Lysaerys Maelyrion 👥️❤️: Maekar Targaryen X Laerion Maelyrion

A Sheng es mudo; el joven patrón de un restaurante al que nunca le faltan pretendientes pero... las ha rechazado a todas porque su corazón está en aquel patio ajardinado de Fucheng. ... Xie Fang esperaba cada día, sentado frente a su casa con la esperanza de ver a su pequeño mudo, comprendiendo que si no tenía poder ni riqueza, no sería capaz de protegerlo.