Stone Hashira x You 😭🙏📿 After running away from a toxic environment, together with your two younger siblings, you stumble upon a blind man who takes care of orphans in a run-down temple. In a turn of events, you end up living with him and taking care of the kids. Bit by bit, life gets better for both you and him and it was only a matter of time, that the blind man slowly starts to fall for you. One must always remember, that life will not always be better. Contains adult themes. You have been warned.🔞 🏆 Ranked 1 - #gyomeihimejima (Jul.27/2024) 🏆 Ranked 1 - #gyomei (Aug.3/2024) 🏆 Ranked 1 - #kimetsunoyaiba (Aug.7/2024) 🏆 Ranked 1 - #demonslayer (Aug.30/2024) 🏆 Ranked 2 - #adultthemes (Sep. 6/2024) 🏆 Ranked 2 - #hashira (Sep. 4, 2024 🏆 Ranked 2 - #kimetsunoyaiba (Sep. 1/2024) 🏆 Ranked 4 - #adult-content (Jul.31/2024)

Phoebe had always believed that, as a priestess, it was her duty follow the will of the Goddess Lady Seraphine and the Creator. When she hears of cultists attempting to summon the Demon Lord and bring destruction to the Caedoran Empire, she immediately joins the holy troops sent to stop them. But when it all ends in failure, she tries to escape. Despite her efforts, the feared Demon Lord easily captures her and drags her down to the Underworld. However, instead of killing her, he claims she is his soulmate and a reincarnation of his previous love: the very goddess that she and empire worship! It has to be a lie. There is no way this is her fate! He's a monster! Except he lights a fire in her body and soul that no amount of prayer can quell. Every whisper makes her heart race, every kiss sends shivers down her spine, and every touch makes her feel whole. And no matter how much she rejects him, she always finds herself back in his arms and praying for more. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of noncon and dubcon elements, graphic violence, fantasy religious concepts, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.

Evangeline enjoys working as a maid in the castle of Prince Marak Xoraneth, the fourth prince to the Sharith Empire. Especially when he treats her with a kindness that he doesn't show others. Then chaos befalls the palace, and she's forced to flee the capital. For the next four years, she manages to live in peace out in the countryside, content to live as far away from the capital as possible. Unfortunately, the past has a way of catching up. Soon she finds herself back inside the imperial palace with Marak, now emperor of Sharith. And she's even more shocked when he tells her that he only brought her back for one purpose - to make her his wife. And he won't allow her to run away from him again. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of SA, graphic violence, other non-con elements, mentions of child abuse, mentions of suicide, sexually explicit content, mild BSDM elements, and kidnapping that may trigger certain audiences.

Gyomei isn't getting enough love so behold! How I imagine our amazing Stone daddy- I mean pillar's love life to be. There's not much that I can say here without ruining the book. How about read 1 chapter and see if you'll be captivated. Please keep in mind this is a Gyomei x OC story.

This is a Gyomei fanfic this has lemon/smut in it

my apologies to those who will read this🙏 i pray that you will feel better💕

A tale of reunion, heat and surrender "Orc's Desire" is a scorching orc-human romance. 18+

❤️‍🔥💋🥵😈Smut/18+/Mature😈🥵💋❤️‍🔥 I was aware of her in every way-her scent, her softness, the way her body fit against mine so perfectly. And gods, she felt me too. The hardness of my arousal pressed against her stomach, and her breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as the realization of what I wanted, what I needed, hit her. The thought of her understanding what I'd been holding back-how much I craved her-only fueled the fire in my veins. MERRY CHRISTMAS-It's longer, per request. Also only a rough draft, do me the usual favors, feedback, catch my spelling errors and so on ⛄️🎄🎁

Four men. One scarred survivor. A prophecy that could reshape the realm. Nit's body is marked with the scars of a brutal past, but her will remains unbroken. Sold and claimed by two orc mercenaries, Vorgak the disciplined strategist and Rakgu the sharp-tongued rogue, Nit is thrust into a perilous journey she never wanted. Bound to their protection, she fights to navigate the uneasy alliance while keeping her own plans for freedom alive. But Nit's life is far from ordinary. Arion, the powerful and enigmatic elven prince, believes she is the key to an ancient prophecy, a destiny he cannot ignore no matter the cost. To him, Nit is not just a survivor but a potential savior, one he is determined to claim for his kingdom's salvation. Lurking in the shadows is Thallan, a deadly dragon shifter assassin with a single purpose: to find Nit and eliminate her. As his hunt closes in, Nit's every move becomes a gamble between life and death. With tensions rising, kingdoms on the brink of war, and desires pulling her in conflicting directions, Nit must confront the secrets buried in her scars and decide who to trust. Will she forge her own path in a world desperate to control her, or will the prophecy consume her entirely? The Mark of Dusk is a slow-burn fantasy romance teeming with fierce battles, simmering chemistry, and a heroine who defies fate at every turn. Perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas and Carissa Broadbent, this is a tale of survival, prophecy, and the dangerous power of love. When the dusk falls, will she rise? 🌙

🥵😈💋Smut/18+💋😈🥵 The Red Dragon wasn't someone you saw. He was a name whispered in back alleys and late-night strategy meetings. A shadow behind the curtain. An apex predator among scavengers. If you met him face to face, odds were you wouldn't live to tell the story. Kai stepped into the light, slow, deliberate, his footsteps echoing. The black suit molded to his massive frame like a second skin. Nearly seven feet tall, built like something forged in a war god's temple-broad shoulders, thick chest, long powerful limbs. Black ink creeping from his throat and hands, hints of old scars peeking out when he moved. But it was his face that unmade men. Chiseled jaw. Cold, unreadable expression. And his eyes-black as midnight and twice as merciless. There was no warmth in them. No forgiveness. Just a still, coiled violence.