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Some random smut stories I found. You might like some and not like others. Additional tags: NTR, Raceplay, S&M, Cuck [I DO NOT own/claim any of these stories] *I do not own this cover

Transmigrated into a familiar world, in a desperate situation. No cheats, no system, not even a guarantee to survival. How will Max deal with all of this while trying to fulfil his ambitions? JOIN THE DISCORD: https://discord.gg/M9hghrm **Disclaimers**  -All copyrighted content is the property of its respective owner(s).

When you were six, you submerged your hands into the rice storage bin and imagined that you were practicing Iron Sand Palm after you finished watching a martial art film. When you were seven, you felt like you were the diplomat of your class just because you were the first one who greeted a new student at the beginning of the semester. When you were eight, you believed that you possessed clairaudience just because you could recognize that the approaching footsteps belonged to your parents who were coming home. … What would happen if all the fantasies you had during childhood became reality? Ji Ruo put his hands into the rice storage bin and… [Congratulations! You unlocked a martial art-related achievement by putting your palms into the rice bin.] [The skill you acquired: Iron Sand Palm (Entry Level)] [You can upgrade the skill by repeating the activation step and maximizing its familiarity. Fortune favors the diligent. Hang in there! Work hard!] The corner of Ji Ruo’s mouth twitched. He had a feeling that his system was not really normal. After pondering for a moment, he picked up a stick and headed towards the paddy field nearby…

Each chapter is independent, but each Volume has its own tale. The first Tale is about a Daemon, hungry for souls and a soul that struggles against him. -Release rate: Im done with this website, im sorry to everybody hoping for new chapters. - new Cover made by: yaoyueyi (Thank you ^^)

This is my lemon collection. Would you like to have a sample? It is totally free to try! Come, let me make you a glass. Some lemons are sweet. Some are bitter. Some are rotten. And some are stolen from the stand next door and remixed for your pleasure! But don’t worry about all of that. It is all part of the fiction. Please, come over and have a glass. I have made more than a dozen for you to choose. Since I am such an idiot, I am not sure which glass is full and which glass is empty. The glasses are not even placed in order on the table, so please have a check of the volume before enjoying your drink. Who knows, you might find something interesting. If you love my work, you can commission another piece, to be added to your glass. If you don’t want to, please enjoy while it last! This is my lemon collection, come, come and have a look! Have a drink, it’s totally free! Just don’t get too addicted, because that will not be healthy for you! By the way, no kids are allowed! ******************************** If you didn’t understand all of that, it means that this is my fanfiction collection over the years. Some of them are completed – usually one-shots. Some of them are not – most aren’t. Some of them will make you vomit from disgust. Some are parodied, basing on another story I read somewhere. It is totally fine to parody or rewrite another fanfiction, so don’t b*tch about it. Please read the volume title before you b*tch about why the story just abruptly stopped. And if you want more chapters, you can commission it by becoming my patron. Use my penname to search. ******************************** Disclaimer: This collection contains graphical violence and sex scenes. Absolutely no children allowed to drink my lemon! Fanfiction: Naruto. Harry Potter. Fate Stay Night. Disney, and so on… ******************************** Discord Server: https://discord.gg/ffazvKp

"My pants are already off. Stopping now would be a bit redundant, don't you think?" Everyone knew the cool, aristocratic Chairman Li was sick, but only Rong Yan knew the man was problematic and sick in the head. That day, she was accosted at the bedroom entrance. Long arms held her against her will as the man leaned into her ear and whispered, "Marry me." Rong Yan struggled to no avail. Frustrated, she said, "I have a boyfriend of five years." "You mean my son is your boyfriend?" For her baby boy, she was willing to secretly marry this billionaire chairman. From then on, he held the knife for her kills, and poured the gasoline as she set fires. Everyone knew the chairman was possessive and paranoid—and Rong Yan was his bottom line. The five-year-old Li Duidui was at a loss. When Daddy and Mommy fought, was he supposed to help clear up the misunderstanding or close the door on them...