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"I'm gonna show you that a side character can be the main character too."–Herabella Venturi

"I beg your pardon?"

“You want me to what?!” I asked aloud what a God had said to me. Is he serious right now? “You want me to save… the villainess?”

"Over and over again? Do you want me to repeat? Save Princess Melusine Ondine, try not to let her die. ” I slapped his forehead and held him on his shoulder.

“Look here God… whoever you are. What you are requesting of me is very impossible to happen. ” Where I said to him.

“Well that’s why-

“Do you want to break the flow of the story? We are in a novel, a very famous book. You want to make readers angry? You want the story to be boring? ”

He sighed and sighed. "She's been through a lot, she didn't deserve death."

I just calmed myself first. Why was I here again? Ah yes, some random God reincarnated me as a side character to save a villain.

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a physical weight. "And who are you to correct me?" he demanded, stepping closer until the scent of expensive cologne and burning rubber surrounded me.

I didn't back down. I knew engines better than I knew people. "I wasn't correcting you. I was fixing the problem," I shot back. He was perfect—ash brown hair, thick lashes, and a jawline that belonged on a billboard. But he was also completely wrong about the calibration. I reached past him, my knuckles brushing his pristine racing suit, and adjusted the valve. The engine instantly purred to life. Flawless.

His eyes darkened. He hated losing control. He stepped into my space, trapping me against the workstation. "You've got good instincts," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But instincts don't win races." Before I could push him away, someone bumped into him from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly, his lips crashed hard against mine. My mind went completely blank. It was an accident. It had to be. But when he pulled back, his eyes weren't steady, and his breathing was ragged. "Stay out of my way," he warned.

But the way he looked at my lips? It didn't feel like a warning at all. It felt like a promise.

This story contains themes intended for mature audiences.
"Let's play truth and dare shall we?" She challenged.
Alan didn't need to ponder about it, since his life was going to end anyway.
It's not such a bad idea to play games with his neighbor enemy, a sexy b***h at that-
With a decisive gaze, he met her eyes.
"I take the dare." He uttered and Gia had a mischievous smirk as she rubbed her palms slowly.
Explore a realm of steamy, dripping hot one-night sex between next-door neighbors who deemed themselves as enemies.
On the sideline, they nurture the dirtiest, sexiest, and naughtiest fantasies about pleasuring their crushes.
The lustful tension becomes palpable as these hotties ogle at their next-door neighbors through the window until they surrender to their repressed, dark, unapologetic, and tempting desires.
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Alexander Fitzpatrick, furniture designer, company director, single, is not looking for a girlfriend, but for hostesses to keep all women off his back.

Emily Saron, accountant, trainer, single, is not looking for a partner, but is looking forward to her future position as chief accountant at Fitzpatrick Designs.

Alexander gets a hostess who is not a hostess.

Emily becomes exactly that hostess he never wanted.

The fact that Oliver, as the mediator, can't keep his hands off Emily and that Dominik, as the owner of the castle, also wants to get into the erotic game makes the whole story really spicy.

I clasped my hands over my bare breast as the old emperor pressed on me, trying to rape me, a 14 year old girl. They called me the cursed concubine. “You killed your mother at birth,” they claim. Even my father sold me for a piece of dirt to the Emperor with an appetite for young girls like me.

And then, they blamed me for his illness. "Your presence here has only brought suffering and pain in the palace."

"A lowlife like you doesn't deserve any form of dignity!"

They stripped me, tied my thorn cloth around my neck like a leash and pulled me like a common dog.

"Now woof! woof! Like a sick dog you are!"

I was waiting to die.

Then the prince returned.

Fresh from a decade-long war with werewolves, drenched in blood and victory, he shattered the palace silence by defending me—the woman everyone else wanted erased.

All I wanted was gratitude.

What I got was a night in his chambers… and secrets powerful enough to bring an empire to its knees.

I thought I was a curse.

A liability.

A plague.

But the prince awakened something far more dangerous.

And this palace will learn—

I was never weak. I was only unclaimed