Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat! - Chapter 10: The Night Owl’s Request

“Did you think healing me would make me love you more?” He scoffed grabbing my hair as he pulled me towards the door.“You're hurting me, Xavier,” I cried beating against him weakly. There was not much I could do.“If I ever see you an inch close to me,” He threw me against the wall “I'll damn the consequences and kill you,”.***My mate and I were destined to hate each other, only an act of true love or selflessness from the stronger mate could set our destines on the right path but for seven years, I had to put up with my mate's abuse and his supposed love of his life until one day I decided to leave.I left, determined to stay hidden from him forever... but I found out I was pregnant few weeks later.

[MATURE CONTENT R18] “I'll fuck you so hard that you'll forget all about him”Natalia has been desiring her stepfather for the longest time after her mother passed away. Suddenly, her stepfather becomes engaged to another woman while his younger brother found out about Natalia's secret... Trying to keep her affair with her step cousin a secret from her passionate bodyguard.“I no longer want to be forgotten. I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll forget all about my brother.” - Edward“We've always been together so I never told you this...I love you” - Zak“I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine. Please wait just a little longer” - Lucien“I'll always protect you...even from your own self” - ReinerMy other works: Substitute Wife for the Mafia King, Lust Contracts; Conquering the Emperor ; Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion; Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss; The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid**This story does NOT contain incest. All male love interests are NOT blood-related to the female protagonist**Facebook Page: Realfantasies AuthorThank you!

The strangest fate, the most exciting mind games, the cruelest survival battle, the craziest fantasy, the most bizarre truth… The first is here to battle for another ten years!

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.