The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 25

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.

“Mike woke up as a Beastmaster in a world where danger lurked in every corner.

The world was being invaded by monsters from another realm, and the citizens were forced to fight for their own safety.

Just as Mike wondered if he could survive in such a dangerous place, he received a system based on his attractiveness.

With the system’s help, his attractiveness began to rise every day.

When Mike’s attractiveness peaked at 9,999, not a single human tried to flirt with him.

Days went by as such until one day when a rare divine beast swift passed him and stopped in front of him willingly.

“Ding! Congratulations. You’ve tamed the legendary divine beast Green-Eyed White Dragon!”

Mike stared dumbfoundedly at the huge dragon in front of him.

Just like that, Mike tamed his first divine beast.

It didn’t take long for Mike to realize that his attractiveness only worked on divine beasts.

“Ding! Congratulations. You’ve tamed the legendary divine beast Tempest Battle Eagle!”

“Ding! Congratulations. You’ve tamed the legendary divine beast Black Flame Phoenix!”

Living a fairly common life, Brian lost his parents at the age of twenty at the hands of vampires. But he never imagined that he had a daughter and she was a vampire.

Elenor was raised by her mother, learning to become the next head of the Vampire Family. Seeing the pressure and loneliness of her mother, an eight year old Elenor decides to find her father and help them patch up.

But, who would have thought that her father had no love for her mother, he doesn't know much about her. Instead he fell in love with an werewolf, her racial enemy.

But, it wasn't her story. Brian had a lot more going on in his life. With a new daughter and a girlfriend, his life began to drastiscally change. From solitary and lonely life to a life filled with excitement and love. Can he handle it? Can he raise his daughter? Will he ever love her mother?

In the age of post-apocalypse, Brian at the age of twenty-five starts a new life filled with Virtual Reality, Superheroes, Evil Aliens, Vampires, Werewolves, and most importantly, Techs.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”