Madara Uchiha Drawing

Humans? A low-level world? No cultivators or gods? Can the world be trampled on like ants by the strongmen of the upper realms? This is Long Chen's new journey after being reborn from the flames of the Vermilion Bird to fight against the strong cultivators who have always used the lower worlds as their slaves and playthings. And discover the ugly worlds and the people who are the rulers of those worlds. Protecting, destroying, and shaping are Long Chen's new goals. A journey in which Long Chen met various powerful cultivators and even so-called gods. Fighting, defeating, protecting, it's all in Long Chen's heart. He will also meet his parents, whom he hasn't seen since the day he was born. Would Long Chen accept them? Or will he decide to have nothing to do with them? Can Long Chen maintain his goal, or will he once again fall into the same temptation as the Black Dragon? "I live for myself, destiny? Fate cannot stop me! I'll keep standing no matter how many times I fall. As long as I'm still breathing, there will be no surrender in my life.

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

{Warning: R-18} "No, please don't do this to me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Have I ever shown mercy to anyone, my dear Mate? Why should you be an exception?" he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "Please, I beg you, don't do this to me," she pleaded, her words barely audible amidst her sobs,"Why are you doing this? It's so painful. I hate you. Please stop." "How dare you try to escape from me? Do you think you have the courage to defy me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "I'm sorry, please, I promise I won't repeat this mistake. Please, have mercy," she pleaded, her words forming a desperate melody. "Your begging is like sweet music to my ears, Angel," he taunted, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure,"You dared to run away from our marriage. Today, I am going to show you the extent of my power." "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

BLURB "Kill him, your soul will finally be free, and we will be together once again." The voice in my head whispered. I woke up in the savage werewolf realm with a hollow mind, no memory of my own name, and a single, bleeding command branded into my brain: Kill Harrow. I was an outcast, a wolfless stray hiding in the dark alongside other outcasts, until a rogue pack hunted us. I expected to die in the mud, but then he tore through the forest- Harrow, the legendary Mad King, a monster of scars, black claws and crimson fury. Instead of tearing me apart, he pulled me against his massive chest, his touch sending a shockwave of electric heat straight to my core. Every instinct screamed that this beast was my fated mate. But the voice in my head screamed louder, demanding I drive a silver blade into his throat. What I didn't know? My memories were a beautiful lie. Torn between an obsessive step brother who wouldn't let me go, and a forbidden cursed lover who would rip apart the earth just to find me again. I became the center of a story I never knew I was part of all along. "Do you hate me, sweetheart?" Harrow whispered, baring his neck to my blade. "If you do, Then strike."

"You belong to me." His husky voice washed over Kon, and he felt his body, arching towards him, despite his resolve not to allow the devil to own him. "You are mine, love. No one else is permitted to touch you, except me." The devil's whisper was like a caress to his naked skin. **** Being a young boy desperate to complete high school and pay off the debt his mother owed, Kon never expected to run into the mafia Lord known as the 'DEVIL' A man who has no emotions. The sadistic devil who cares for nothing else in this world but to bathe in the blood of his enemies. Just one meeting with him and his fate was rewritten. He was not only bought by the Devil but he was also possessed by him. Now, he's on the run, from the devil who's determined to have him, back where he belonged. Back in his bed, and on chains.