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Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy. From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful. So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world. Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place. Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion. They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble. And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive. To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir. Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow. “No matter what, I’ll escape this place!” But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging, “Madam, don’t go!” And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.” Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said, “I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?” *** Chat with me in Discord! Link: https://discord.gg/AUqYr3hchA Follow me on Instagram - @author_bajj

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”

Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Left stranded on an empty road with nothing but her purse and a broken heart, Lin Wan follows the only direction available to her and walks straight into a world that was never meant for her. The Beast Continent is vast and wild and runs on rules she does not understand, and apparently her body has exactly three hours before it starts shutting down. The solution, according to the cheerful system that just moved into her head, is simple. Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Problem solved The cold, stripe marked leopard warrior who pulled himself out of a wild pool and looked at her like she was his before she even knew his name was not exactly what she had in mind. But he is what she has. And somehow, in this strange world under a stranger sky, that might be enough.

Cornered by humans in the dwindling vampiric population, Dulce Monteserrat simply wants a companion. One that wouldn't betray his trust and turn him to the human guards ever on his heels, and one that would live longer than the average human. So he decides to summon a hound from the hells, a loyal beast to sit with him by the warm hearth. Only things don't go quite as planned, the first, second, and third time over... He finally gets his Hellhound but now he is surrounded by dangerous Demons he can't seem to get rid off. The noble Fiend he summoned no longer seem as eager to leave despite his pretenses and the Shadow Demon on a mission is starting to take things easy. At each other's necks from their first meeting, don't put the Vampire in the middle! The suave Incubus made his stance clear from the start, he had no intentions to leave, willing to fulfill Dulce's request of companionship, however that includes employee benefits - This Incubus needs to eat! And his precious Hellhound who had brought him so much trouble is dissatisfied with simply being a pet. "Can I be Master's mate?" DISCLAIMER: The cover does not belong to me, if you would like it to be taken down, a simple request will suffice.

He saved her… but never planned to set her free. Aria thought betrayal was the worst pain she could feel until she met Rafael. After discovering Lucas’s true intentions, Aria walks away from love and straight into revenge. That’s when Rafael appears powerful, dashing and impossible to resist. He helps her destroy the man who broke her… but in return, he slowly takes control of her world. What begins as protection turns into possession. What feels like safety becomes a cage. Because Rafael doesn’t just want Aria by his side, he wants her completely. And the most terrifying part? A part of her doesn’t want to escape.

Before Ji Liyue became a director he was a cultivator and before he became a cultivator he was a Grand Mage and before he was a grand mage...he was a normal high school student who failed 5 subjects and directly left the mortal world to go and become a monk who lives by eating leaves... However, after living 4 lives, he saw the number on his hand become '0' and he was transmigrated into another world that might be his last one. The big problem? There was no big problem in his life in the interstellar era except that he had twins and a few months old babies to feed, a missing husband who knew where he went, parents with disabilities, siblings with one weak and other pregnant, a household with no money, and he with no job. Just these few problems were nothing if he had money but that was the main problem the original owner only left him... 10-star coins that can't even buy him a single piece of bread... Ji Liyue:...(rolling up his sleeves) Get aside, Director Ji is entering. After 3 years when he had successfully solved all his problems, his missing husband came with anger and spouts. Xie Yuan: How dare you abandon me?! Did you want to give me a green hat? Do you know who I am?! I am your damn husband who had ** with you!! You gave birth to my children!! Ji Liyue:...??? Wait a minute brother, according to the memories I got from the original owner...the original owner had no husband he was lying to the world and the children were actually... Good guy, you want to scam me?!

The Alpha who despises me… chose me as his mate?? Waverly was supposed to stay invisible. Just another Omega scraping by in the Outer District. Until the day the Alpha Prince returns with a sketch of his “missing mate.” A girl with her face. Sold into the High-Class world she was never meant to enter, Waverly is forced to play a dangerous game; pretend to be the Prince’s destined mate… or watch her family be destroyed. But Prince Kaeren knows the truth. He created the sketch to secure his inheritance. There was never a mate. So who is the girl standing in front of him? She's a liar. A threat. A mistake he intends to break. He accepts her as his mate… not to love her, but to ruin her. To expose her. To humiliate her. To make her regret ever wearing that face. But the more he tries to destroy her, the more he can’t look away. And the girl he swore to hate might be the only one who can destroy him first. ___ This book drags you through things that aren’t pretty and doesn’t apologize for it. Waverly’s world is messy, dangerous, and unfair in ways that will make your chest tighten in all the worst (and best) ways. You might laugh when you shouldn’t. You might cry without warning. You will probably get angry. And yes—there are R18 scenes. If you’re here for comfort… this isn’t that. If you’re here for feeling something… You might want to stay. Reader discretion is advised (or not. I’m not your mom. Hehe ;))

Zoe had only one job, which is to kill her fiancé’s enemy. She doesn’t have to know what he did or if he deserves it, she knows better to probe. What happens when she falls for the enemy and the line between her job and her forbidden love blurs? What happens when she finds out that he also loves her deeply and would do anything to protect her from her crazy fiancé who would do anything to keep her by his side? Would she be able to stay with the man she loves or would she be dragged back to her fiancé’s side by his crazy self?

​[DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL BL THRILLER / OBSESSION] Are you trying to destroy me, Yuyan?" The golden boy’s voice wasn't filled with fear, but a dark, breathless fascination. ""You made a monster. Now you have to live with him," Yuyan smiled, his beautiful face perfectly crafted for this very moment. Seven years ago, Xu Zhifan—the Nation's Heartthrob—staged a deadly fire just to win a sick bet. He wanted to see if the boy who loved him would walk into the flames to save him. The boy did. He thought the boy died in the ashes. He was wrong. Lin Yuyan survived. He built a new face from the ruins of the old one, spending seven years sculpting himself into exactly what Xu Zhifan finds beautiful. Now, Yuyan has returned with a singular, terrifying goal: To dismantle Zhifan's perfect life piece by piece. Career . Freedom. Sanity. Yuyan controls the narrative, the leaks, the slow erosion of a golden reputation. He is patient in the way only people who have lost everything can be. He expects the golden boy to break. He expects him to beg. But as the trap finally snaps shut, Yuyan realizes a terrifying truth: Zhifan isn't breaking. He's fascinated. And the monster Yuyan came back to destroy might just fall in love with the cage.

What would you do if you woke up in a body that wasn’t yours… in a world you’ve never seen… and were suddenly struck by an excruciating pain in your belly? At first, you think it’s just some strange, inexplicable sensation but before you can make sense of it, a man forces his way into your life, dragging you along against your will. You expect answers, but instead, when he lays a hand on your stomach, his eyes widen with a sly smirk as he whispers, “Finally. I found you…” Thrown into a strange land and into the arms of a man madly obsessed with you, your life is flipped upside down. Siyoon Park, once a boring, aimless man in Korea must navigate desire, danger, and a mysterious force tied to his body that he cannot yet understand. In a world where passion can be as lethal as secrets, can Siyoon survive the possessive gaze of a man whose dragon blood has chosen him or will he surrender to pleasure, obsession, and a fate he never signed up for?

At nineteen, Emily was married off to a cold-hearted billionaire as collateral for her father while he works to pay the debt. The deal was simple: Five years as Tony Torredo’s wife… then her freedom. Now the five years is ended but Tony refuses to let her go. Emily’s life becomes even more complicated when her husband’s dangerously charming nephew arrives. Alex Torredo quickly sees the truth behind her perfect marriage, and unlike everyone else, he refuses to look away. What begins as stolen glances soon turns into a forbidden desire. As Emily fights for the freedom she was promised, with Alex as the only man willing to stand beside her, she realizes that escaping Tony Torredo may be far more dangerous than staying. Because men like Tony don’t like losing what belongs to them. And the Torredo family doesn’t forgive betrayal.

Ruaan Calder is many things. Wealthy. Charming. Completely guilty. He made one bad decision — okay, several — and now he's trading his designer suits for prison grey. Fine. He can handle that. He's handled worse. What he didn't account for was 'Officer Harolin Crowe.' Cold. Ruthless. Unfairly attractive for someone whose entire personality is making Ruaan's life a living hell. The man has it out for him specifically — blocking every move he makes, sabotaging every attempt to climb the prison hierarchy, and showing up exactly when Ruaan is 'thisclose' to winning. It's personal. Ruaan just doesn't know why yet. Every Thursday, the prison runs its games. Win and you move up. Lose and you wish you hadn't. Ruaan is determined to reach the top — and Crowe is determined to keep him at the bottom, under his boot, where he belongs. The problem? Being under Harolin Crowe isn't nearly as unpleasant as it should be. And the man who swore to make him suffer keeps finding very creative ways to do exactly that. Ruaan Calder deserves everything coming to him. 'He just didn't expect to enjoy some of it.' --- WARNING: Dark themes, prison violence, explicit content, morally grey characters, and a villain who may or may not deserve what he gets. Enjoy!

It's really hard when people are against your relationship with the person you love. even if you tried to run away except you don't care, you will still have a second thought. And that second will never fail to make you think every problem you face I'd a sign that you are not meant to be. ________________ " What are you doing here. I told you to stay away from my son. Look at yourself, what makes you think you deserve my son." Mrs. Kate said. "Please I just want to talk to Andrew. Please I promise to leave after I talk to him. Stephenie begged. Mrs Kate smirked and got out of the car.

[+18| Adult Content | Dark | Erotic Mafia Romance] In Central City, everyone knows the name Marcone. It’s a name whispered in fear, a name synonymous with blood, shadows, and an empire built on the broken bones of anyone who dared to cross them. Adrian Grayson is a ghost. A widower frozen in three years of grief, he lives for his art and nothing else. He doesn't care about the city's monsters, until he accidentally crashes into the most dangerous one of all. Twice in one night, the cold, lethal Matteo Marcone saves Adrian’s life. Adrian hates to owe anyone, especially a devil. But when he asks how to settle the debt, the answer isn't money or blood. "Climb into my bed if you want to repay me," Matteo rumbles. "Or remain forever in my debt." Adrian is straight. He is a man of honor. But in a fortress of stone and iron, trapped by a man who refuses to let him go, Adrian realizes that the Devil doesn't just want his body, he wants to consume his very soul. Will Adrian pay the price, or will he discover that some debts can only be paid in skin? A/N: This story is entirely fictional. All characters, names, locations, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real people, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, but my voice came out as a desperate rasp: "Please... don't leave me like this... finish it..." In that moment, while my body was burning with anticipation, I felt something entirely different. It wasn't the touch of his fingers this time, but a piercing cold that shocked my heated skin at my neck. It was a piece of ice, held skillfully between his lips, trailing with agonizing slowness down toward my chest. The contrast was terrifying and maddeningly arousing; the freezing ice making my pores constrict, followed immediately by the heat of his warm lips chasing the trail of the melt. I could hear the wet friction of his fingers inside my pussy and the sound of him suckling my breast. I felt as though my body was no longer mine; I was merely a mass of ignited nerves at his mercy, starving for him to end this torture and fill me completely with his entire being. But this time he drew closer until his scorching breath hit my ear, and he whispered in a hoarse voice dripping with lust: "Do you want me to put my dick inside you?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." I felt the hot head of his dick touch the opening of my pussy. He began to tease it, sliding up and down, gliding easily due to the heavy wetness that drenched me. ----------- In just one night, everything changed. I gave myself to a mysterious stranger, A man whose face I have never seen but whose touch I could never forget. Now, I am pregnant, and the scandal threatens to destroy my family’s reputation in our small town. To cover the "shame," my family rushed to marry me off to a depraved old man. But on my wedding day, the church doors didn't just open they were shattered. A cold-blooded killer stormed the ceremony and put a bullet through my groom’s head before he could even touch me. I was kidnapped and whisked away to a private, fortress-like island where I finally met my captor. It turns out, the "stranger" from that fateful night wasn't just anyone. He is one of the most dangerous men in the underworld the Mafia Devil. And he has come to claim the only thing he values more than power: His unborn heir. "You belong to me now," he whispered against my skin. "And no one dead or alive will ever take what is mine." ----------------- #MafiaRomance #DarkRomance #SecretBaby #PossessiveLead #Kidnapping

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”

Lilith Morvaine never asked to be the most powerful witch in existence. Bonded by fate to three Alpha brothers...Nicholas, Sebastian, and Lucian Blackwood, she thought she understood what love and loyalty meant. Then a supernatural attack left her dying, and the only way to save her required a sacrifice none of them were prepared to make. Nicholas traded his life for hers. He walked into death willingly, anchoring her soul through their bond while dark magic ripped him apart from the inside. But resurrection came with a price Lilith never agreed to pay. She woke carrying the essence of the Veil, the space between life and death...woven into her very soul. Now she can wield both life magic and death magic simultaneously, something that shouldn't be possible. Something that makes her the most valuable and most endangered supernatural being alive. Every faction in the supernatural world wants her. Covens hunt her to study her power. Demon brokers offer bounties for her capture. Her own family is divided over whether she should live or die. As supernatural factions mobilize for a coordinated attack, as dark forces close in from all sides, Lilith must master power she barely understands while grieving the man who died to save her. Part 1: THE CLAIMING How far would you fall for three kings who worship you like a religion and claim you like a conquest? Part 2: THE RESURRECTION How dark would you become to reclaim what death stole from you? This is a dark paranormal romance featuring possessive alphas, intense sexual content, a strong but broken heroine discovering her power, found family, fated mates, and a love so consuming it transcends death itself. So guys for every 20 privilege chapters unlock, I will upload 2 additional chapters apart from the 3 chapters for that day. Gifts will be well appreciated also. Thank you!!!

In a world where supernatural bloodlines rule and power determines worth, Nyx Vaeloria is nothing. No wolf. No magic. No fangs. Born a rare tribrid… part vampire, part witch, part werewolf… Nyx should have been extraordinary. Instead, she is the only student at the most prestigious supernatural academy who possesses none of the abilities her blood promises. But powerlessness is not the only thing that follows her. Nyx grew up with one rumor shadowing her every step. She killed her twin. When Nyx and her sister Eira were nine years old, Eira died under mysterious circumstances. What began as tragedy quickly turned into whispers across supernatural territories: the wolfless twin murdered the stronger one out of jealousy. No one ever proved it. But no one ever defended Nyx either. Now eighteen, Nyx is forced to attend the academy built for the most powerful supernatural beings… werewolves, witches, and vampires. To them, she is nothing more than a mistake. A powerless girl who should never have existed. But fate has other plans. Because the moment Nyx steps inside the academy walls, the impossible happens. She triggers a mate bond with four of the most powerful men in the academy. Thorne Corvin… half werewolf, half human, and the boy who was once Nyx’s best friend… and her first love. Elion Virel… half werewolf, half witch, the charming manipulator whose effortless smile hides dangerous secrets. Ashriel Tavien… half vampire, half werewolf, a cold predator who seems to despise every living being. Asher Tavien… Ashriel’s brother, a feared academy professor who should never have been bound to a student. Four powerful men. Four impossible bonds. And the moment they discover who their mate truly is… They reject her. To them, Nyx is nothing more than the wolfless girl rumored to have murdered her own sister. But what none of them realize is that the prophecy the supernatural world fears has already begun to awaken. Because legends are not born from perfection. They are born from loss. From rage. From blood. As Nyx struggles to survive rejection, enemies, the cruelty of the academy, and the haunting memory of the sister she lost, something ancient begins to stir deep within her. Because the Silver Wolf was ever meant to be gentle. And when Nyx finally rises… The world that mocked her, rejected her, and feared her will learn a terrifying truth. The rumor they whispered about her for years… Was never entirely a lie. Some monsters are not created. They are awakened. Discord: weirdnotnormal