Two Teens Kissing

"DESTROY HIS DANTIAN!" Ma Durung shouted with a booming voice. Immediately, several disciples tightened their grip on Zhao Yun. The command from Ma Durung, the crown prince of the Ma Kingdom and a prodigious disciple of the Black Dragon Sect, was carried out without hesitation by his subordinates. Zhao Yun, forced to kneel with both his hands firmly restrained by two of Ma Durung's followers, was in a dire situation. His mouth was gagged with cloth, silencing any attempt to cry for help. Worse, his qi flow had been sealed by Ma Durung's personal guards, rendering him powerless to resist. With desperation in his eyes, Zhao Yun glanced toward his three closest friends. His gaze pleaded for their help, a silent cry for salvation. But to his dismay, his friends turned their faces away, avoiding his gaze entirely. Witnessing their betrayal, Zhao Yun could only grimace inwardly. Those he had considered friends, those he had always helped, had stabbed him in the back. A young, innocent man, left crippled with his dantian destroyed, the victim of envy from a royal prince and the betrayal of his three closest friends—this betrayal filled Zhao Yun with a profound sense of disbelief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. As he fought to survive the despair threatening to consume him, Zhao Yun was unexpectedly saved by a figure he deeply admired, someone he had always looked up to. Unbeknownst to him, this savior would present Zhao Yun with a choice that would shape his future. Will Zhao Yun redefine his purpose in life? What fate awaits him as he steps into an uncertain future?

The night New York’s skyline burned with storm light, ex soldier Dickson Ford returned from the dead. Once a covert protection operative betrayed on a mission that erased his unit, he now hides behind a new name, hired to guard the woman who unknowingly sits at the center of the same conspiracy that destroyed him. Celeste Vonn, ruthless young CEO of Vonn Enterprises, rules her corporate empire with ice-cold precision. Her father’s mysterious death left her empire on the edge of collapse and enemies within her own boardroom. When Dickson walks in as her new security advisor, their first meeting detonates like a collision of flint and steel sharp , words, colder stares, unspoken recognition of danger in each other. An unseen network strikes crashing systems, sabotaging assets, turning her own company against her, Celeste makes an impossible move, she binds herself to Dickson in a public alliance that looks like marriage but is really war strategy. What begins as a business contract soon turns into a labyrinth of trust, betrayal, and forbidden emotion. Together they uncover a plot that links her father’s research to Dickson’s lost comrades: a rogue AI program called PROJECT ECHO, designed to weaponize human consciousness. Every step deeper reveals that Celeste’s father didn’t just build the system he used people as its living core. The enemy isn’t just outside the walls it’s inside the network, inside the people. The closer they come to the truth, the more their alliance fractures under secrets. Dickson’s real identity as a ghost of the past could destroy her trust forever and when ECHO awakens fully, it forces him to choose between two impossible missions protect the woman he’s come to love, or finish the war that made him a ghost.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

What would you do if you woke up and decided to look out at the dawning morning only to see yourself still lying in bed? What would you do if your 21st birthday was the last time you would ever age? What would you do if you were being chased by the NSA? How would you feel if you were hunted by a creature that could take any form it wished? That is Michael’s life. From the time he was fifteen he knew he was much different from everyone else. He had his own successful technology company and was at school at MIT. This is as far back as he can remember any true memory. He had always known things, whether it was about people or just events, and went with his feelings about whatever split in the road was set in front of him. Staring out the window of his bedroom, he turned around to find he was still in bed. Was it a dream? Before figuring out what was going on, the government was trying to catch him. Running from the NSA and trying to figure out how to control his new powers, he runs into something very evil that wants nothing less than to kill him. His new enemy can take on any form he wants at any time. Using his power to split himself in two, he spends his time trying to find out one other mystery. How did the government know about him before he did? Learning to split his body, trying to find his purpose in life, searching for the woman he lost and trying not to get killed, Michael comes to find out one truth to his reality. The only thing he has to fear in this word is himself.

They took everything from him—his family, his love, his name. Two years ago, Charlie Grant was the goldenboy of the Grant family—the perfect son, heir to his father’s billion-dollar empire, and everyone respected him. That ended the day his father brought home his new wife and her children. From that moment, Charlie and his mother were pushed aside, treated like dirt in their own home. Stripped of his inheritance, betrayed by his girlfriend, and humiliated before the entire school, Charlie’s world collapsed. The final blow came when his mother—the only person who truly loved him—died after being denied treatment at a hospital owned by his father’s business partners. All because he couldn’t afford a deposit. But fate wasn’t done with him. In the depths of despair, Charlie remembered a note his mother left behind. A phone number. When he dialed it, three Rolls-Royces arrived at his campus gate within the hour. Each worth twenty million dollars. Each bearing the crest of a dynasty he never knew he belonged to—the Maxwells. That night, Charlie learned the truth. His mother had never been an ordinary woman. She was the rightful heir to a multi-trillion-dollar empire. And now, that empire was his. He wasn’t the miserable Charlie Grant anymore. He was the Incredible Charlie Maxwell. The boy they mocked was now the man they feared. His car collection alone could buy the entire Grant family a hundred times over. His new fortune dwarfed everything they ever dreamed of. But Charlie doesn’t want their envy. He wants justice. He wants them to kneel. And when he walks back into their world, dressed in a $25 million suit and driving a car worth more than their mansion, one thing is certain— The Grants will wish they never crossed him.

Daniel wasn't your everyday nobody. His life transitioned from that of a loser to that of a winner after being bitten by some bastard. "You're my perfect successor." "My ass..." It turns out it was a curse... from that moment on Daniel became a vampire, a loser that suddenly became a vampire, sounds sort of cliche if not for the beatings that he received in the streets, struggling to get some 'food' until he gained enough experience to control his powers. Apparently, after becoming a winner, getting a few girlfriends and transforming his own experience by a hundred and eighty degrees, life seemed to not be quite done with him yet. After a series of unfortunate occurrences, Daniel found himself in a mad new world with a new name, and certainly a new family of sorts. ** ** "You're..." "I'm your Demon Empress, my cute familiar, make me something to eat~" "w-wait where are you touching?! a-and you're..." "I'm the first familiar, a Kitsune..." "... a what? forget it... you?" "I'll introduce myself, I'm the second familiar, an Octopus~ my belly is rumbling!" "How many tentacles do you have?" "Don't pay attention to her! I'm the third familiar, an Oni! and I have two horns and I'm hungry!" "I can't see the other... hold up... what is that moving goo?!" "I'm a slime... please don't slip on me, also, I'm hungry." "Why are you all hungry!?" "My sweet familiar, here is your first task... cook me something delicious." "Like what?" "I wonder how vampires taste~" "..." ** ** #romance, #harem, #action, #system, #tournaments, #overpowered, #R18, #vampires, #demons, #magic, #strongToStronger, #slimegirl, #octopusgirl, #demongirl, #kitsunegirl, #evolution

Connor Waratah, once heir to the powerful Waratah empire, lives a humble life in Melbourne after being cast out by his family, falsely branded a thief, and abandoned when he needed them most. When the family’s loyal retainer, Jimmy Coolabah, arrives to bring him back, Connor rejects the offer, unwilling to forgive their betrayal. Later, at his wife Kirra’s wealthy Kuranda family gathering, Connor makes a desperate public plea for a loan to save the struggling Billabong Elder Care and Children’s Home—the orphanage where he was raised. His appeal is met with ridicule, insults, and humiliation, leading to his ejection from the event. Kirra, furious over the embarrassment, demands that if Connor wants to redeem himself, he must secure a lucrative property deal her family has long been denied. But when Connor returns to the care home to confess his failure, he discovers a mysterious $2 million donation, medical supplies, and toys for the children—courtesy of Jimmy Coolabah. Jimmy also presents him with two staggering gifts: a rare black card with unlimited funds and full ownership of Jarrah Properties, the very company controlling the building Kirra needs. Though Connor refuses the wealth outright, he realizes he now has the power to help both the care home and his wife. Keeping his fortune and new position a secret, Connor visits Jarrah Properties, enduring cruel treatment from an old enemy before revealing to the company president that he is the new owner. Connor orders that Kirra’s family be given fair access to properties without ever knowing his involvement. Determined to restore the orphanage, protect his wife’s pride, and quietly outmaneuver those who wronged him, Connor begins using his hidden influence to change their lives—on his own terms.