Gacha Body Base

Vampires, vampires, and more vampires. That was what Raelynn saw when she opened her eyes after a long sleep. Raelynn had no idea how, but she was now in a land filled with vampires and had transmigrated into the body of a weak human princess, Aurelia. Her kingdom is at war with the vampires, and it is now up to Raelynn inside Aurelia's body to protect herself as well as her people from the vampire king, Silas Aryton, who is hellbent on taking over her throne. Being a Lady Commander and warrior in her previous life, she takes it upon herself to stop the vampires and fight them. How will Raelynn protect her throne and her people from the king? In the battle for the throne, she also has to protect herself from the wicked vampire king, who has set his eyes on her since their first meet.

I struggle with all my might, but Dad restrains me, and Mom breaks my limbs. Then, my sister seals me into the concrete. "Concrete is only brought to life with an actual person sealed inside. It looks so much more defined! It's not like you'll die after being sealed in there for a few days. How can you be so insensible?" The pain of having my limbs broken and my oxygen being cut off leads to me dying within that block of concrete. My body rots and festers inside, but my soul sticks around to watch how my parents dote on their adoptive child. They seem to be happy without me. Finally, I lose all hope in them. But when the liquid from my body seeps out of the concrete, they all lose their minds.

'She was the one, He needed at night.'“ What we have between us, is just business. Your body in exchange of my money. ” He sneered while hovering above me, our lips only inches apart but I knew he wouldn't let me touch him. Slowly, I nodded my head in a painful yet hateful trance, “ Right. My body. Your money. ” ______Damien Knight Castillo,The Cold-Hearted, Powerful, Ruthless, Mysterious and Dangerously Handsome CEO of Castillo Corporation started craving only one thing in his life and that was Alice Anderson's body after she sold herself to him for only one night in a secret Auction. The problem was that, he was already married to his beloved wife, Madison Knight Castillo. But an option of a mistress is always open, right?

I'm the only heir to the wealthiest conglomerate in the world. My father, Tyrone Ferguson, is extremely powerful and has forces from both the underworld and the legal world eating out of his palm. But I witness my girlfriend, Vivian Vega, giving a "Voluntary Transfer of Body Ownership" contract to my arch nemesis, Richard Larkin, at our engagement ceremony. "Don't be mad at us, Isaac." Vivian shows me the contract, her tone still light and casual. "I love you, so I'll reserve my most treasured virginity for you. I will always be your wife, but I want to give the ownership of my body to Richard." "The hell are you on about?" With a deep frown on my face, I attempt to pull Vivian away from Richard, only to get pushed away by the latter. Vivian quickly moves to stand in front of Richard, her brows tangled into a frown. "Stop being so narrow-minded, Isaac! I'm free to give anyone my body!" She then stands on her tiptoes to kiss Richard right in front of me. At that moment, I become the biggest joke in elite society. Before the mass media begins spreading the news, I send out a text message calmly. "There's no need to help cover up for the Vega family's shady businesses anymore."

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

Note: This story contains elicit contents and it's rated 18+ "What are you doing?" she asked him with gritted teeth, she can't bear it anymore, not to mention she is always aroused whenever she saw the man but the man wasn't making it easier for her too, she can feel his body heat as they sat down and it was intoxicating, she felt that she was about to loss all her sense of reasoning, "What are you talking about?" Cillian asked, his baritone voice reverberated on Emma's body and she gulped hard, her body shuddered slightly from pleasure, "Can..Can we begin?" she stuttered, so much aroused to think properly, "Of course" replied the male "You see, things about businesses, just for an example, in terms of clothe businesses?" he said and touched the cloth she was wearing, that wasn't the issue but were he touched was, in between her legs, on the center of her pussy, her cunt, when his hand clasped there he felt how wet she was, she subconsciously moaned whilst tilting her head back, the irresistible lust that she has being trying to resist for long, the temptation that she has tried all she could to avoid, will it all succumb today?...

Mate. I froze mid-step, Venom has never said that word before. I've suddenly forgotten the Rogues I was chasing, my whole attention now on the emotions I was feeling. My vision sharpened, focusing on the faint sound of labored breathing just ahead. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked closer, the bond pulling me forward with an urgency I hadn’t felt in decades. The first thing I saw was her hair, a messy dark bun with strands of white, unusual yet unique. She sat curled up against the base of an old tree, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, shoulders trembling. Her thin, tattered sweater barely shielding her from the cold air. She looked... fragile, a word I never thought I’d associate with my mate. Ariel’s life has been anything but easy. Orphaned as a child and left in the care of a cruel stepfather and stepbrother, she’s endured years of emotional and physical abuse. Despite her circumstances, she’s always felt something stirring beneath the surface—an unexplained restlessness, vivid dreams of running under the moonlight, and a deep connection to the forest around her. Zayn, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack, has spent years searching for his fated mate, the one who would complete him and stand by his side to no avail…he had finally given up on ever finding her. His pack thrives under his leadership, but his heart has grown weary, doubting the Moon Goddess’s promise of a mate. When a chance encounter leads him to Ariel, he’s stunned to discover that the fragile, broken girl is his destined partner—and more than that, she’s a wolf completely unaware of her true nature.

His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall. "Let go of me!" I gritted. "If I want to right now" he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe. "I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me" he whispered gravelly. I gasped and tried getting his hands of my waist. "You are my wife after all aren't you?" He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin. I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to control it. "Dante let go of me!" I seethed. Slowly, his head ascended from my neck and faced me. He ran a finger along my lips and a devilish smile curled up on his face. * * * * * * Love. Crime. Passion. Strong female lead Alina Fedorov, the vibrant and daring daughter to the Don of the Russian mafia is forcefully put into marriage against her wishes by her father. And her groom is no other than the feared Dante Morelli, the ruthless capo dei capi of the most powerful and dangerous italian-american mafia. He has his base running all through Europe and America with myriads of capos and underbossess at his beck and call. Running his underworld without a heart, he is quick to do away with any one who goes against his orders and his years of training has him equipped for a dangerous life of crime. But none of that will matter when he meets the impulsive and independent Alina Federov. Can love ever blossom between the two especially as Dante craves revenge on Alina for the sins of her father? Or will Alina be able to break down his walls of coldness and have him on his knees for her?

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

Katrina Jones is an epitome of beauty. Sexy with fair complexion of skin and curly hair. Is she willing to trade her body in return of money? Chris Gray is undeniably handsome. He is known as ruthless and arrogant. Will he be a soft-hearted man when it comes to love?