[ BOOK 1 OF AZITERA: YTHER'S QUEEN ] Consumed by avarice, the four human kingdoms-the Infernal Empire, the Kingdom of Caelum, the Kingdom of Treterra, and the Nayale Archipelago-betrayed their covenant with Yther of Azitera, the race blessed by deities, who protected humans for untold centuries. They slaughtered and defiled the beings that once protected them from storm, famine, poverty, and pestilence without mercy. Betrayed by the humans they protected, the Ytherians were enslaved. Their four queens were caged, chained, and imprisoned to serve as nutrients to the human kingdoms. The once prominent Ytherians were reduced to nothing but servants. As the four kingdoms of the human race prospered for many years since their betrayal, one news staggered them, causing them to tremble in fear and rally their armies to protect and defend their domain: Sollel-the Mistress of Flame, one of Yther's queens-had escaped her prison. Her flames will raze hell, ready to burn the souls of her betrayers. COMPLETED CECELIB | C.C. COVER: ASTRID JAYDEE

Madali lang matagpuan ng mga mata ang abot-tanaw. Sa paningin ng karamihan, isa lang itong guhit-tagpuan. It's the line where the sky and the sea meets. It is the thread that divides what's above and what's beneath. But for Prim, it only seems a one look away line, but there's a lot of things hidden beyond it. Known for being a school sweetheart, she can easily be described. Mabait, maganda, kalmado, at... masaya. Palagi kasi siyang nakangiti at maintindihin sa iba. Idris, the school heartthrob is no different because he is as easy to be defined. Magaling kumanta, matinik, bibo... at masaya. Palagi rin kasi siyang nakangiti at nagpapatawa. They're both horizons that can easily be seen, but under their sleeves hide the scars that are yet to heal. In each other arms, they found their hearts' desire. Will they be able to cross the horizon together or are they meant to sail alone? Finished: November 2021

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

*18+ read at your discretion!* My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..." He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?" "Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper. *** Ayah has always been unremarkable in every way other than in the power she wields. Since she was little she has been able to heal even the most fatal of wounds. Because of this, her father has locked her away, keeping her powers safe from the outside world. That is, until a man appears below her balcony, giving her a glimpse into the freedom she could finally have. However, the moment she starts to trust him, he takes her captive, revealing his identity to be a powerful Alpha who needs her to heal his younger sister. But when the girls illness becomes impossible for Ayah to heal, she is dragged on a journey beside the Alpha to find an amplifier. On the way she learns their connection goes deeper than their heated attraction, to a soul bond neither can deny.

18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

-sample- A rogue and a runt. A born and raised alpha. A boy with a secret. And a man bent on changing fate, no matter who gets harmed. ~ "Have you contacted the council about the rogues?" "Yes and they say that rogues don't band together in mass amounts." "Did you tell them about the lack of scents?" I roll my eyes at his question. "Of course I did." "And?" "And they think there's a witch out there causing havoc for the rogues," I scoff. "They said that only a witch could hide a wolf's scent but I can't seem to think of what witch would be out there doing silly experiments that won't benefit them. They'd be better off working with a pack if they had any interest there at all." "I get where they're coming from but this is mass reports across the country," he says pointing to the map. "I've been on the phone with packs all over the country having the same issues. We seem to have a higher concentration as of late," he furrows his brows. "Other packs have been having decreases of these rogues?" He nods. "This past week alone we've had six sightings and it's only Thursday." I feel tension rise behind my eyes as the realization hit me. "It's Celeste, isn't it. . ." ~ #3 in Werewolf #14 in dark fantasy #39 in Supernatural #26 in fantasy-romance #1 in rewrite #6 in new adult 💛 read ahead for free on webnovel 💛 (rewrite of ILR)

[WARNING: R18] Kei Lichauco finds solace in painting. She notices every shades of color and tiny details of everything. Like her life, every detail is beautiful. She is passionate with painting but everyone around her is not happy about it. They see her as 'failure' because she is unemployed and single. She is happy and contented with her life until she got a call from her mom asking her for a marriage proposal from a Chinese family. Kei doesn't want it because she can live by herself without depending on someone. But her pride fell apart upon hearing the name of the man she was arrange of. It was August Romualdez. Her first love. She agreed on their marriage without a second thought. Because she loves him. Dearly. She didn't know that loving him was like loving the rain. Unpredictable, cold and drowning.

Sandejas Legacy #2: Missing Chances "Sandejas Legacy continues..." "Chances are easy to give yet hard to offer again once missed." Darshana Sandejas was still young when she met Chance Salcedo, an artist eleven years her senior. She confessed about her feelings and affection, but the latter turned her love down and broke her heart, missing the chances she had given. Years later, they met again at an art exhibit, and the tables turned. This time, it was he who wanted a chance with her. One glance, and they got drowned again. The supposedly one-time thing turned into something more. She found herself taking chances again, but one foolish mistake and she saw it fade right before her eyes until it was gone. They missed the chance for love. The only chance they had.

"Looking for this?" agad syang napatigil sa paghahanap ng marinig nya ang boses ng isang lalaki. Parang binuhusan sya ng malamig na tubig ng makita nya kung ano ang hawak nito. "G-give me that!" Pero tanging ngisi lang ang isinagot ng binta. Lumapit pa ito sa kanya saka sya binulungan sa tenga. "Hmmm. Erotic writer,huh?" Agad syang pinamulahan ng marinig nya ang sinabi nito. Her secret is revealed! At nasa binata na 'yon kung ipagkakalat ba nito o hindi. " You need an experience,honey. You can use me" MissyCham->PinkyTsarmi SPG ALERT HINDI MARUNONG GUMAWA NG BS SI AUTHOR<SENSYA NA #89- short story(7/3/18) #1-writer(3-23-21)

"I only want pleasure, no pain. Just pleasure." "So you want a pleasure no pain relationship?" Tanong niya dito. "Exactly." He answered before claiming her lips. Pleasure No Pain, a type of drug that can make you feel hot and you cannot feel pain. The bratty Caria was a victim of this drug, she was bidded and sold to the jerk and coldest person she knew, Spade Benjamin. What would happen if a brat and a jerk live on the same house? A pure disaster or pure lust rather?