On his 17th birthday, Shen Chi was kicked out by the Shen family. He bought himself an innocent and beautiful virtual girlfriend. From then on, the poor little guy would always get lucky somehow. When he couldn't afford a computer, he accidentally won a computer worth tens of thousands of dollars. when spending his birthday alone in a rented house he received an expensive adult gift. When the game broadcast platform delayed his wages, it was acquired the next day. Until the double row live, he shyly introduced to the audience. "My girlfriend." Especially innocent ~ However, a man's lazy and low voice came from the microphone: "Correction, it's boyfriend." As the future head of the Yan family, Yan Xue Xiao was still studying abroad when he ran into a kid who added the wrong number. He wanted him to stop worrying about making a living. He wanted to let him live with pride and recklessness. He also wants to give the teenager the best thing. Step by step spreading bait circles into his home. The whole world knows the news that Yan Xue Xiao returned to power, and the Shen family is no exception. They gritted their teeth and bought valuable ancient and famous paintings to please him, only to find that the teenager the man was holding tenderly - It seems to be the one they abandoned ...... Shen Chi. [The young Shen Chi thought he would rot and take root in stagnant water, until he saw the moon in the sky running towards him] The lonely young master was attacked by X step by step

"Why?" Kyzzu's voice trembled as he spoke In His language, both from anger and the tears that still streamed down his face. "Why did you do this to me?!" Winston easily sidestepped Kyzzu's attack, his expression shifting into something cold and distant. Kyzzu's strength failed him, and he nearly collapsed, his body giving way to the weight of his emotions. He was such a fool, a stupid, mindless animal that only cared for himself and some foreigner. Renzi was right the whole time. A cruel smile twisted Winston's lips as he looked down at Kyzzu. "You really took our fling too hard." he said, his tone filled with mockery. "Get this straight, little boy, You were nothing more a means of information and a way to get laid in this jungle, Kyzzu. And besides, you were the one moaning and crying under me to release inside you, is this how you usually do for the men of this village?" Kyzzu's world crumbled as Winston's words hit him like a physical blow. He had been deceived, used, and discarded, and the realization of it tore at his heart. "I trusted you!" Kyzzu cried, his voice breaking. "You made me believe-" "Believe what?" Winston cut him off, his voice icy. "That you were special? That I actually cared about you? How naive. You were just something different, something exotic to keep me entertained. And for that you were at least worth something." Kyzzu dropped to his knees, the knife slipping from his hand as he wept. The betrayal was too much to bear. The man who had once made him feel valued, who had filled him with hope and longing, was now tearing him apart with every cruel word. Winston's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, the sound devoid of warmth. "Pathetic," he sneered. "You're just like the rest of them-weak, Naïve and foolish." *** Enticing... have a read (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

He'd always be hiding behind the scenes- watching every move. Letting go of the one person he truly valued and loved wasn't an option. But as he got older, secret little notes and small presents weren't enough. He wanted to do something bigger, something more grand. He loved Caleb Chartier more than anyone could imagine. ONLY on Wattpad by @Luye60 Published: 4/26/24 ➢ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: STALKING, CURSING, 18+ SCENES.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

"Shut up," he scolded as he cast a brief frown over his shoulder, "Stop acting like my dick is dying to be buried in your virgin hole."

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

Having worked his butt off at two jobs since he was sixteen, Taylor was finally able to invest to create his own company, and better yet, buy himself a small house. It had its kinks; needed some appliances, had a leaky water faucet, and what not, but it was his! He soon comes to find out that there are a few extra bits and pieces he needs to work on in the home besides just the basics. There's a constant clinking sound at night that he can never manage to pinpoint... and a houseguest he wasn't anticipating.

Liang Ling transmigrated into the in to Ger Parker brown. On the brink of an divorce with what seems to be a doting father. Liang ling who felt it was a waste such a lovely little girl and husband decided to be a good wife and behave. Cover by @cute_dumplins