In a furry world goverment sponsors places like it to help people make their relations deeper. Many fox girls can fall in love with Rex, mail doberman, but he wants to become the legend, and thou he is going to win in the tournament against many odds. Action and plot supports detailed descriptons of many well-lkown characters, such as Nicole Waterson, Diana Foxington, Judy Hopps and a lot of more.
A story about first love, last goodbyes, and everything that still lingers in between. A new city, a new life but somehow, his ghost still follows me. Maybe this time, love won’t leave me behind.
In a coastal town, Lena escapes her past, meeting artist Clara on a cliffside. The breeze fuels their spark, leading to a hidden cove where shared scars and desire ignite a passionate encounter. Lavender, salt, and tender touches bind them, dismantling Lena’s fears. Their love becomes a lifeline, forging a home under the stars, blessed by the ocean’s whisper.
Whispers in the Mist is a gripping tale set in foggy Silverridge, where Amy Harper, a 32-year-old bookstore owner scarred by past traumas, navigates a passionate love triangle with Suzanne, a 35-year-old enigma from the liminal Veil, and Alice, a vibrant African American painter rooted in hoodoo heritage. As they battle Veil hunters and unravel thin-place mysteries, intense romance and cultural depth intertwine, culminating in a choice that binds love and supernatural stakes in an eternal flame.
In the frozen wasteland surrounding Frosthaven, a desperate band of adventurers ventures into the treacherous Spectral Dungeon of Chill to retrieve the cursed Frost King’s Crown, a relic that could either save their town or doom it. As they struggle to survive, secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and the true cost of the crown’s power becomes horrifyingly clear. The final battle against the Wraith King forces them to make a harrowing choice that will determine the fate of Frosthaven.
The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A