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Soletarius Imosys

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Capítulos 2
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Leituras 121
Votos 6
Capítulos 2
Tempo 42m

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fantastic fantastique français gore historique magic magique mature mythologique peur prophétie sang sexuel violence érotique

Edistoria, cette terre cachée, révèle bien des secrets. 
Dissimulée sous les terres du Japon, dans la forêt de Aokigahara, elle est la réponse à bon nombre de questions existentielles. Les questions de l'humanité. 
Entre crimes, sexualité et malédiction, peut-on décider de son propre destin et cela même si celui ci est déjà tout tracé ?  

Cet opus est destiné à un public mature. Il contient des scènes dérangeantes, sexuelles voire extrêmement violentes. Personnes sensibles s'abstenir.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Losing Game, de cha1nz

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

COMPLETED -IS IT LUV? OR EROTIC?, de CXK25371

A series of short scenes about love and what binds people together. Some of these are graphic in nature. This is for mature readers only. Be aware that I would love to hear from anyone who reads my story(s). This is a collection of graphic scenes about how people feel about each other and what they do together and/or alone. All events are pure fiction and do not resemble any person now, in the past or in the future yet to come. If you enjoy these let me know. If not let me know that also. I will respond to everyone who writes to me. each chapter is a different set of characters and scenes with different outcomes all designed to respond to love and loving and people's responses to how they view and deal with many forms of love (LUV).

Sweet soul loving a killer (completed)) ( not edited), de escape-reality94

(READ BEFORE CONTINUNG) THIS STORY WILL HAVE SEX SCENES, MATURE LANGUAGE, KINKS, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, AND OTHER POSSIBLE THINGS THAT COULD TRIGGER YOU.)) ((( THIS IS YOUR WARNING SO IF YOU CONTINUE PLEASE DONT COMMENT AND COMPLAIN ABOUT WHAT YOU READ.))) (I DONT OWN ANYTHING S.O.A JUST THIS STORY AND MY OC.)))))) IN THIS STORY JT ISNT DEAD.))))))))))))

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, de luxidrose

"𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮." 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸. 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆- "𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶." "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.." 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. "𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼." "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱"- 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻-"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀." 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.

𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝, de szorae

𝟏𝟖+ She was passion incarnate - the forbidden fruit. He was everything she ever dreamed of. Together they made magic. But even though forbidden things have a secret charm, breaking the rules comes at a price. Especially when people start disappearing left and right and you don't know who to trust anymore... * 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 This story contains mature themes, including, but not limited to: explicit sex scenes and references, the use of profanity, the mention and use of drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Coven, de SatansFreakshow

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† 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 † jschlatt, de luvcccora

ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ . . . in which two strangers with equally broken hearts meet under hard circumstances and build a bond. however we all desire the things that'll eventually destroy us. or in which a missing girl stumbles down a highway at the perfect time. or a hitman with the hot blood of roses, finds love on a dark desert highway . . . cw: blood and gore swearing sexual content (only adults) religious trauma implications of murder implications of rape drinking and smoking age gap? (19 n 25) new jersey ... dead dove: do not eat

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 | ✓, de softnakd

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐩. ••• 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Moon picked mates, de Bittyone23

** 3rd book in Rogue series, can be read as stand alone but better if you read the others first*** mature language , triggers and sexual situations. Alisha had been lied to since she can remember, the ones who loved her kept important information from her to keep her safe. Mainly that she is a shifter and who her parents really are. She is still blind to many things and it's hard to find her way at times. How do you know if someone is really your mate ? There are too many things confusing that answer and she needs answers. The past caught up with her but more troubles find her in Spain. Old problems meet new ones causing her to make hard life decisions. Who is lying and who is truly her friend in the troubled world. The rogue sperm donor promised her to his Beta and he wants her .But he isn't the only one who has plans that include her. Evil finds her again and she will have to be strong to beat it. Who will win her heart and help set the path of her life to keep her safe. **contains swear words, sex talk and some very mature scenes.... some sexual trigger scenes***

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 cover

𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 cover

† 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 † jschlatt cover

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 | ✓ cover

Moon picked mates cover

Losing Game

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?