You are a 21 year old girl named Estella who's also a College Student,studying to become a Lawyer. However you have a secret,due to childhood trauma you age regress as a coping mechanism. Because you've never had a caregiver before you'd kind of already given up hope that it would ever happen for you but there are two people that could change that. Hannah Webber,35 years old is your new Teacher,she has a Wife called Liana who's 34 years old and a therapist. Both of them are caregivers and have been looking for a little for quite a while now,what will happen when the three of you meet?? Completely SFW!!

After 10,000 years perfecting a single pill, Bai Fanxian emerges from seclusion to find the world has moved on without her. Cultivation is now rare and weak, True Alchemy have faded into legend, and the modern world has no idea what masters of the past could achieve. Armed with ancient mastery and unmatched power, she'll remind everyone why "Alchemy Empress" was once the most revered title in the cultivation world. ---------------------------------------------------------------- You can read 30+ more chapters on Patreon! Rate/Review if you're enjoying the story Patreon: patreon.com/LittleKnight (Link also in my profile)

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A single ancient book destroyed Jay and Vishwas's perfectly straight lives. Now Jay is trapped in the body of a blushing omega bride-to-be, trying to survive the engagement of the year with MLA Chandrashekhar-an alpha feared by the entire state. Meanwhile, Vishwas wakes up married to Devraj Vishavkarma, a cold CEO alpha who thinks the world should kneel at his feet... including his new omega husband. Jay wants freedom. Vishwas wants divorce. Both want their original bodies back. But their alphas? They want them. Two friends. Two marriages. Zero experience being omegas. Maximum chaos. --- indian bl omegaverse

In a world swallowed by shadows, where ruthless hearts rule and evil walks freely, kindness is a rare bloom in a field of thorns. Among the chaos, where mercy is weakness and love is a forgotten whisper, a little light dares to shine. She is that light. But can a fragile beam of sunshine survive in a storm of cruelty? Can innocence find peace in a world built on blood and betrayal? Can love bloom in a place where it's never been truly known? Let's find out.

His first memory of magic was his father torturing his mother. His last memory of Hogwarts was expulsion. His years in Azkaban should have destroyed him - but instead, they remade him. Now Sagrace Greengrass returns to Hogwarts as a professor, carrying the calm of a man who survived both family and hell. The question isn't what he's teaching. It's what he's planning.

I possessed Margaret, the villainess destined to be killed by the male leads after tormenting the female lead. So to survive, I have to run away from the male leads...... "Marga...... ret?" The 1st male lead's hand grabbed my ankle as I was about to run away. From the very beginning, my plans were ruined. DISCLAIMER: This is a translation of a novel, and I do not own the rights to the story or content. The original work belongs to the author, and I'm just sharing a translated version.

×Mature× > She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride. Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there. But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans. Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story. Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty? Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

Love blackens the lamb. STEVE HARRINGTON ♰ cranewives, 2022. ╲ cover by dancefevers