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Neighbour's Club

Read at your own risk. This story doesn’t just cross lines — it melts them. Desire, taboo, obsession, jealousy, and forbidden intimacy coil together into something you won’t be able to stop reading. One glance… one secret… one mistake — and everything begins to unravel. #R18 #TABOO #MILF #LESBIAN #LGBTQ+ #MATURE #LOVE #COUPLE #SUSPENSE #INCEST --- Emily had only leaned into her fridge for a cold drink when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A soft sway of bare skin. A ripple of brunette hair sliding over a shoulder. A shape she recognized instantly — the kind of silhouette you don’t forget. Patty. Her neighbor. Her weakness, though she’d never admit it. But this time, Patty wasn’t just being careless. She was being… bold. Patty lingered at her side door, peeking out like someone hiding a delicious sin. Then, with a slow exhale, she pushed the door wider — enough for Emily to see the gentle rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the blush of warm skin catching the afternoon light. And Patty didn’t stop there. She stepped outside completely, her body unhidden, her confidence trembling but unmistakable. The cool air touched skin it wasn’t supposed to touch, and her breath quickened as she clutched the garage opener to her chest. Her eyes darted around — scared of being seen… and maybe hoping she would be. The garage door rose just enough for her to slip under, her body brushing the edge, her breath shaky, her movements hurried but undeniably sensual. Emily stood frozen, pulse racing, unable to look away. In that single stolen moment, something shifted between them — something neither of them would ever be able to take back.
TokyoSan · 100.7k Views

The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 11.8k Views
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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement

This is a fan translation of 赛马娘,从入门到地下室 The original author is EEEEE然后亮标 Please support them! === To all trainers: throughout your tenure, please never harbor or expose even the slightest notion of romance. Relationships are strictly forbidden—whether among colleagues or between trainers and Uma Musume. At all times, maintain appropriate distance from everyone. Never proactively invite Uma Musume to meals. If one invites you, find an excuse and politely decline. Do not pat heads! Do not touch horse ears! Do not touch tails! When going to sleep at night, ensure your doors and windows are locked. If you hear doors being torn down or the screams of your colleagues, do not leave your room. Immediately call campus security and remain inside until the authorities handle the situation. If an Uma Musume confesses feelings to you, politely decline without showing irritation or excitement. Play dumb! Always pretend you didn't understand! Afterward, promptly apply for campus protection. If necessary, the academy may arrange for your discreet resignation. If you happen to be a handsome male trainer, charming in speech, gentle (yasashii), and obviously attractive to the opposite sex—resign immediately. It's not discrimination; you simply do not belong here. If you insist on staying, the dark basement will inevitably be your only fate. Mizuno Sora looked at his evaluation of Appearance S, Scent S, and Voice S, and began to struggle inwardly. #Umamusume #Uma Musume #Pretty Derby
OuroTL · 3.8m Views
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The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.
Paschalinelily · 2.3m Views

The Betrayed Monarch: Rising from the Dust

​Ye Chen was a name that once caused the heavens to tremble. As one of the most formidable warriors of the Upper Realm, he had ascended to the pinnacle of power, reaching the legendary 9th Level of the Supreme Martial Immortal Realm. He stood at the very threshold of godhood, a monarch of martial arts. Yet, the higher one climbs, the more lethal the fall. ​He was betrayed by the one person he cherished more than his own life—Lin Ruoxi. Driven by a motive hidden in shadows, she deceived him and administered a soul-piercing poison that suppressed his immense cultivation. Caught in a moment of forced vulnerability, Ye Chen was struck down. His heart shattered before his body did, consumed by an icy rage and a haunting question: Why? ​But a Supreme Immortal does not vanish so easily. In his final moments, fueled by a burning will to survive, Ye Chen ignited his remaining mental energy. He sealed the fragments of his soul into a mysterious Nine-Story Pagoda and used his last breath to hurl it through the void of space. ​In the Lower Realm, a young man with the same name, Ye Chen, lay dead at the bottom of a desolate ravine—a victim of the world’s cruelty. Suddenly, the sky fractured. The Pagoda descended like a falling star, embedding itself directly behind the young man’s brow. ​The "dead" boy’s eyes snapped open, glowing with an ancient, terrifying brilliance. The Monarch had returned. ​Now, trapped in a weak body but armed with the forbidden knowledge of the heavens, Ye Chen begins his ruthless ascent. He is here to shake the foundations of this lower world, to reclaim his throne, and to make every traitor pay in blood. As he navigates this new world, his overwhelming power and irresistible charisma will leave a trail of stunned enemies and captivated beauties in his wake. ​Can the mortals of this realm even hope to withstand his wrath? Or will they all fall beneath the feet of the returning Monarch? ​
Hidden_Blade_4634 · 856 Views

Supreme Viking System

Supreme Viking System is a brutal power-fantasy reborn at the dawn of legend. One moment, Anders Skjold is a modern man with a sharp engineer’s mind. The next, he awakens as a newborn in a smoke-filled Viking longhouse—surrounded by iron, fire, and gods who should not yet exist. Before panic can take hold, a cold blue interface ignites before his eyes. The Supreme Viking System has chosen a host. Forged by Odin himself to create the perfect warrior for Valhalla, the System grants levels, stats, skills, and quests—but it does not care about mercy. Daily trials harden the body. Weekly challenges test loyalty and leadership. Saga-level quests reshape history. And every choice carries consequences written in blood and rune. Armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, Anders begins to rise—not as a lone berserker, but as a king. Villages become fortresses. Clans become armies. Trade routes, war doctrines, and forgotten technologies bend the Viking Age in terrifying new directions. The gods watch closely… and some are not pleased. Loki has already played his trick. Thor sees a challenger. Freyja sees potential—and desire. As war, conquest, politics, and passion intertwine, Anders builds a kingdom powerful enough to shake Asgard itself. Allies gather. Rivals fall. Bonds form with fierce shield-maidens, noble warriors, and dangerous women touched by fate—each drawn to the rising legend he is becoming. This is not a story of survival. It is a story of dominion. Reincarnation. A ruthless system. Norse gods and divine schemes. Kingdom building on the edge of myth. Power, loyalty, ambition—and desire. Valhalla was never meant to be earned like this.
Jimmy_the_waffle · 37.2k Views