𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢-𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎? 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎.

Carnelia Manelli, isang anak ng Major General ng military at sikat na Fashion Designer na sina Jared at Kacey Manelli. Dahil dito, hindi naging madali ang buhay niya simula pa ng ipanganak siya. Bata pa lang ito ay pinasok na siya sa loob ng military camp upang matuto itong maprotektahan ang kaniyang sarili laban sa mga kalaban ng daddy niya. Lumaking palaban, malakas, mainitin ang ulo at tuso si Carnelia. Sabi nga ng iba ay nasa kaniya na ang lahat kung hindi lang siya panget at mataba. Totoo nga ang kasabihan na walang taong perpekto, kung kaya't hindi siya nabiyayaan ng kagandahan na meron ang mommy niya. Ngunit kahit na naging mahirap ang buhay ni Carnelia ay masaya ang buong pamilya nila. Maayos naman ang lahat, hanggang sa may nangyaring masama na siyang naging dahilan ng pagkasira ng masayang buhay nila. Simula noon ay desidido na si Carnelia na gagawin niya ang lahat para mapaghiganti ang mga taong nanakit sa mga mahal niya sa buhay. Two years! Ganiyan katagal ang paghahanda na ginawa niya para matupad ang kaniyang pangako... Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana! Dala ang masayang balita na natanggap ito bilang financial analyst sa malaking kompanya ay nangyari naman ang isang trahedya na babago sa kaniyang buhay... Being kidnapped by an unknown group... Being experimented... Tortured... And died horribly! ... But as soon as Carnelia opens her eyes, she knows that she's in trouble! She became someone else! The worst part is that she figured out that her new body's owner is Heavenhell Athanasia Caventry. The supporting character in her favorite novel is known for being the stupid daughter of the mafia boss! _________________________________________ Written by: DemLux Pain

Tory's current life makes her want to sleep and never wake up. She is very quickly given a second chance by being transmigrated into another world after an unexpected death, but this time as an overweight noblewoman who everyone believes is too ugly to become the next empress. Tory decides she will be in charge of this life and takes matters into her own hands, with the Crown Prince more than eager to give her control of his body. HEAVY SMUT WITH A PLOT - FEMDOM

꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her, and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, Tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, Princess see? Your Papa is alright," he said, softly stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between hiccups She hugged him tightly, like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them....confused, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" his son asked, half-teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, He gives them a baby....If He's really happy, he gives one more, and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome...That's why God gave him seven babies... that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her...and then at her Mr. Handsome... And burst into laughter... ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

Lina was once a hospitalized girl whose hospital unfortunately exploded in an accident. However, instead of going to the afterlife, Lina was reborn in the world of a game she had been playing the night before. But instead of being the main character, Lina was now a commoner, born into a strict kingdom where trouble seems to be drawn to her like a magnet. Lina tried to avoid the game characters as much as she can, so she doesn't mess up the story line. But what will she do now that almost every game character keeps running into her path! Despite her humble roots, Lina is resilient and determined to live peacefully in her new life and avoid any executions.

a/n:please support thankyou

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

"Ethan.. stay back" "Why should I sweetheart?" // All credit to Scream 6 A Ghost face story ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Recovery Girl ducked into the room overlooking the operating theatre. It was empty as promised, so she quickly grabbed a can of sterilising solution and sprayed herself, body suit and all, down. Hopefully it wasn't the kind that irritated her scars. Maeve opened various compartments in the body suit, replacing the full puke pint with one she'd grabbed from her office. She pulled a hair net out and pulled it around her bun, which had been disintegrating in quality. Only then did the grey-haired girl realise her hands were shaking. Interesting. Maeve didn't have time to analyse whether it was due to stress or her body being pushed past its limits. It didn't matter. She strode out without hesitation, gave the group of nurses a wide smile, and entered the chaotic operating theatre. Maeve's gloves receded to expose her hands and her visor replicated over her field of vision, instantly giving her a deluge of flashing information. "It's just me and you, buddy," she whispered to the man struggling for life on the table.