Griff From Bunk'd

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

18+ __ Reaching forward, she ran her hand over his hard, well defined abs. “Its pretty.” Zique held her hand against him, pride shooting through him like electricity. A man’s body wasn’t something to be called pretty, but she could call his whatever she wanted to. “Thank you.” He slid her hand further down, running it along the length of his covered c*ck. “I wonder what you’d have to say about this.” The hardness made Kiara gasped and when he dropped his underwear, she was utterly flabbergasted. It was the size of her hand, unbelievable but true. “Huge...?” Zique smirked. “I thought you’d call it pretty too.” ___ As ruthless as the devil, Zique Blud reigned above all the other alpha's. He was feared by most, looked up to by many and only a few had the courage to test him. He hated the weak, detested them with his whole heart, which was exactly why he crushed them...But crushing them ended up being the reason why he was cursed by the goddess... In ten years...he needed to find his mate or the thread around his heart would tighten until it killed him. _ Kiara Cole had been locked away from the world all her life, she was weak, without a wolf...thus why the alpha of the Silver Rain pack decided to isolate her from the world... At ten, she had watched him kill her parents and now at 19 years old, she finally got a wolf, only to find out that the man who had stolen half of her life, would be the man to spend the rest of it with her. # Dark Werewolf Romance#

I remember it like it was yesterday blinding lights hyped crowed and the the best gamer on stage performing live right infront of me. if you tell me right then that she'd be living with me I'd probably be overjoyed or dont believe you at all... but you know what they say. never meet your heros

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

A cursed inheritance. A fractured soul. A demon unleashed. Jiho thought he’d woken from a dream, but destiny had other plans. After stumbling through a portal of light and gaining strange powers, he discovers forgotten bloodlines, mythic secrets, and a sibling born of death. A single touch reveals his true nature—holder of the black dragon soul, wielder of divine tree energy, and bearer of a corrupted fate. When a mysterious killer shatters his world, Jiho sacrifices a severed arm to summon a nameless demon. What follows is pure carnage: time reversal, holy knight ascension, and soul-slaying fury as darkness clashes with righteousness inside a sealed domain. Jiho survives the storm—but the abyss has awakened.

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

Ese día, mis padres y mi hermana, que estaban trabajando en el extranjero, de repente me dijeron que yo era un rico de segunda generación con billones de dólares en riqueza.Gerald Crawford: ¿Soy un rico de segunda generación?

Nathan Hayes was born an heir, but returned a convict. After years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit, Nathan is forced to serve the very family that betrayed him. Mocked as a servant, stripped of his legacy, he faces off against Liam, the golden boy who stole it all, and Cassandra, the fiancée torn between love and loyalty. But with a hidden journal and a hunger for revenge, Nathan will rise from the shadows… and bring the Hayes empire crashing down.

What do you do when the person you sacrificed everything for throws you away like garbage??? Blake Sterling spent three years as an invisible househusband—mocked, belittled, and humiliated. What his wife didn't know: he was the billionaire secretly engineering her success. Every victory she celebrated? He built it. Every door that opened? He opened it. Every moment she looked through him like he was nothing? He swallowed the pain and kept building her success. Until the night he discovered her engagement to another man. The divorce papers she'd hidden in her drawer? He signed them first. The company she thought she'd built alone? He'd orchestrated everything. The life she thought she'd won? It was always his gift to give—and his to take away. Now she'll discover the most terrifying truth of all: The man who had nothing was the one who had everything. And she just let him walk away.

Antonio's life was no walk in the park from a young age. When he married into the wealthy Montague family, it felt like he'd hit the jackpot. But surprises were waiting around the corner that he couldn't have foreseen. Despite his early struggles, Antonio thought he had found his ticket to a better life. Yet, as he settled into the world of luxury, he quickly realized that wealth had its share of challenges. It wasn't all glitz and glamour; there were trials and tribulations he hadn't bargained for. But he soon hit it big and was set to embark on a journey he never saw coming. Antonio seeks revenge on those who mistreated him throughout his life.