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Lovers Forevermore: The Tales Of Lady Dragonfly & Marshal Law

[WARNING!! THE BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT CONTENT R18+] In the dim light of their room, Blithe del Rosario and Citrine Cursealeo lay entwined, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. Their playful laughter filled the air, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. Blithe looked into Citrine's vibrant blue eyes, feeling a deep connection. "You know, for a general, you’re surprisingly good at this," she teased, gently tracing his jaw. Citrine laughed, saying, "It's all about strategy, Blithe. Right now, my best strategy is to keep you close." As he pulled her closer, their lips met in a tender kiss that deepened, igniting a fire within them, momentarily lifting the weight of the world. Their kisses became a passionate dance, filled with unspoken fears and desires. When they paused, foreheads touching, Blithe whispered, "I could do this forever." Citrine smiled, suggesting they make it their mission to find such moments amid the chaos. Their lips met again, further dissolving the boundaries between their worlds and igniting a spark of hope. Blithe wrapped her arms around Citrine’s neck, confessing, "I never thought I could feel this safe with someone." Citrine brushed her hair aside, assuring her that she deserved to feel safe and that he wanted to protect her. In that embrace, they transcended their roles as an assassin and a general, finding solace in each other. However, their love was complicated by their identities. By day, Blithe del Rosario was a celebrated fashion designer from Maha, Zubu, known for her couture that tells stories of her homeland. By night, she transformed into Lady Dragonfly, a skilled assassin who strikes fear in the shadows, embodying grace and lethal intent. Citrine Cursealeo, known as Chain Singh, was a five-star general and the Battle War God Marshal Law in the Alkebulan military. He was respected for his strategic brilliance but also feared. Beneath his stoic exterior, he yearned for peace and found a rare connection with Blithe that made him question everything. The love square dilemma loomed over them. Blithe secretly loved Chain Singh, the charismatic businessman who was also Marshal Law, a ruthless general. While she admired his ambition, his fearsome reputation kept her at a distance. Citrine, in turn, was drawn to Lady Dragonfly, sensing a hidden depth within her, unaware that she was Blithe. Caught in this complex web, Blithe struggled with her feelings for both Chain Singh and her alter ego. As their identities began to blur, they faced the challenge of confronting the emotions and secrets that kept them apart. The central question remained: could love transcend the fears that bound them?
LAZzyHeArT · 7.9K Views

Chains Lifted: Her Second Act

She was the perfect daughter, shaping herself into whatever they wanted her to be. A flawless doll. A beautiful mask. She learned every smile, every move, playing her part without a single mistake, because this part of her life wasn’t hers... it was theirs. But not forever. One day, she would break free. No one would control her future or tell her who to become. She would be the one writing her own story. Yet, just as her plans were finally falling into place, everything started to crumble. One problem after another, surprises she never saw coming, and people who kept showing up in her life, no matter how many times she tried to push them away. Her life had always been hard, but these sudden changes pulled her into a storm she never asked for, making her question the very path she thought she was set on. Like a caterpillar fighting to build its cocoon, she is struggling to change. But deep down, she knows that once she breaks free, she will be a butterfly, ready to rise and fly higher than ever before. … “Let me tell you now, your kindness? I don’t need it. What you offer? I don’t want it. And a piece of advice, be careful with your kindness. It might bring pain to those you wish to protect, rather than support.” She turned her back, leaving him standing there, watching her retreat into the distance. … "Because I was like her once—filled with guilt. Those were the words I needed to hear, the ones I gave up hoping for long ago." He looked at her, his gaze softening with sympathy. “And you don’t seem like someone who’s ready to free herself from that guilt.” “Someday, maybe. But not yet. Not just yet.” “When that time comes,” he asked gently. “Will you tell me first?” She paused, meeting his eyes before a faint smile touched her lips. “I suppose I can do that much.” … “Whatever I’ve been through, no matter how difficult, I’m proud of it. I’ll never feel ashamed of the things I’ve done to reach this point.” She cupped his cheek, her touch gentle but firm. “So don’t feel bad for me. Be proud of me. While you weren’t there, you were always on my mind. You gave me the strength to keep going. Remember that.” He leaned into her hand, his voice quiet. “Then tell me… tell me everything you’ve experienced.” Currently 7 chapters a week... Another 2 for every 100 power stones mark... DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FUFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING)
Llaellen · 29.7K Views

Rays of Us

In the dystopian city of Rylos, where the government dictates love through a behavioral score-based lottery, Nico Knight is a man who’s always gotten what he wants. A nightclub tycoon with a reputation, he’s never had to answer to anyone until the lottery pairs him with Odalis, a quiet librarian with an air of calm that feels almost too controlled. To Nico, Odalis is a puzzle of a woman too ordinary, too unremarkable to pique his interest. But there’s something about her stillness that begins to intrigue him. Beneath the surface, he senses a storm she’s carefully hiding. Nico finds himself questioning whether he really knows what he wants or if his true challenge lies in the mystery of Odalis herself. (Sneak peak scene) Nico slouched on the couch, drunk, eyes fixed on Odalis as she read, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around them like a soft cocoon. Nico: You know, I never imagined a woman like you would be in my life. Quiet, composed... not my taste. Odalis (without looking up): And what did you imagine? Nico: Someone like me. Loud. Reckless. Odalis: Sorry for the disappointment. He blinked, his eyelids heavy, the pull of sleep growing stronger. Nico: “You’re like... an angel, in the wrong place.” His head dropped back, surrendering to sleep. Odalis glanced at him, a faint smile playing at her lips. Odalis (whispering): “You’re wrong, Nico Knight. Maybe the wrong place is exactly where I need to be.” She tucked him in, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound, and returned to her book. The silence between them now felt strangely comfortable.
BloomnGleam · 11.2K Views

Ascending With The Gods

Regressing Ten years in the past, Kael finds himself in a medieval nightmare, amidst gods so mighty no one dares challenge them. Except him. These gods are able to recreate themselves eternally and also create their own gods as they see fit, making sure no human or mythical being can ever overcome them. But those deities destroyed the world once they saw Kael had the ability to challenge all the gods and goddesses they created and rebirthed. He’s got one shot to infiltrate the heart of divinity - the Gates of the Pantheon, where the eternal deities home is. But first, he needs the ultimate armor, forged from something called the Tear, mystical enough to let him survive the divine turf. He sets out for revenge. To become even stronger, and kill the gods himself. Now, here’s where it gets twisted: Our world balances on a knife's edge between The Tree of Fruit and The Tree of Decay. When good vibes and peace rule, The Tree of Fruit thrives, showering gifts on the mortals. But when the scale tips to decay, courtesy of depravity and evil, The Tree of Decay festers, corrupting everything with its grotesque rot. Each tree houses a deity—one cocooned in life, the other in decay—both bound to the fate of their respective trees. These deities symbolize the eternal battle between growth and rot, influencing the world’s balance with every act of human malice or kindness. Kael’s mission isn’t just about storming some sacred fort; it’s about tipping the balance. He plans to wield the powers of both decay and rebirth to his advantage, rewriting the rules of divine interference. This isn't just a fight to survive the gods but a war to control their very existence, with Kael etching his name across the heavens as the one who dared defy the undefiable. So, grab your weapon and brace yourself. We're not just going on a quest; we're going to tear down the gates of hell themselves.
nobody_nobodu · 468 Views

Submitting to the Demon within : A journey to the throne series book 1

revamped Warning 18+ mature content Bdsm ,cheating ,revenge ,rejection. Attentive suicide ,blood gore. Insinuation of sexual and physical abuse. But does not show detail of acts. Blurb : He can't get rejected right now. It will kill him for sure.    Before I could protest both of them completed the rejection.  It looked as if accepting took the only oxygen he'd had.  His eyes shut as it seemed ge stoped struggling to breath his hole body went limp.  Caydon no stay with me .  Josh moved to the other side still very naked but no on was worried about that.  "Caydon! stay awake" Footsteps approached behind us I didn't have to turn to know it was the understudy.  Caydon stay with us the doctor is almost here ." My voice shook as I spoke the words. Just then  a black and red smoke went into Caydons mouth and nose. His blood slowly moved off the grass.  Reforming into the droplets as if some pressed rewind on time.   The blood disappated into a crimson smoke . Wrapping around Caydons still body as if it where a cocoon .  Then his body disappeared.  Making me feel as if the wind was knocked out of me. "Caydon!"   A growl of fear and furry erupted from me ,filled by an angry grumble under out feet. Grass and rocks, shot up what seemed to be 50 feet high. As the ground shifted apart.  synopsis Caydon Wes is your typical nerd,or is he . He is bullied all through grade and high school. Upon turning 18some secrets come to light from his past. Letting everyone know he's not you run of the mill guy. * Sexual acts are depicted graphically throughout this book. As well as bulling and the occasional death blood shed.
Brittney_Flint · 5.8K Views

Metamorphosis: A cocoon of secrets

This high school transformation story is anything but typical. Included in this world are vampires, werewolves and other magical creatures, but is set in modern day. Our main character is a grade 10 student, who doesn't easily fit in. What is an androgynous looking girl to do? I am sure wearing unisex looking clothes all the time doesn't help either. Being mistaken for a boy, angering a moody male werewolf, trying to navigate high school life, attempting to make a friend and many other adventures await. But most importantly, is love on the horizon? There is more to Sam than meets the eye...masquerading as a human to hide her true identity, with only a spell to keep her form from changing, she longs for the day when she will be strong enough to be able to fully control her form herself... ×When I arrived at my class, I had a shock. I had a moment where anxiety hit me like a ton of bricks. There, in the back row was Kyle. I suppressed my first instinct, which was to run out of the room. At this point I was still looking at him, but he hadn't noticed me yet; he was talking to two other guys. 'Maybe if I sit in the front row, and don't turn around all class, then he won't know I am me?' I thought. But, right at that moment, Kyle decided to look up as someone near me called and waved to him. "Dang!" I whispered under my breath as I turned my head away from him and slipped into the seat in the corner of the room. At least now I was strategically placed; in a desk in the front row closest to the door× ×'Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.' I thought as I charged up to him. He was, as expected, ready for me. I threw a punch at him, but he blocked it, grabbing my wrist. Before I could do the wrist turn and put the pressure on the weak thumb, with the intention of escaping his grip, he punched me in the stomach with his free hand. The punch landed the right way to knock the wind out of me, and my body crumpled forward and slid to the ground.× ×It was the end of the school day and all I wanted was to be home, in my own room, so I could think. I walked to the edge of the woods and sat beside a tree to rest. I sighed. I needed this moment, alone with nature. As my body relaxed, I realized just how tired and sore I was. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the aftermath of my spikes of high anxiety took its toll. I was physically and mentally exhausted. Gingerly, I reached behind me to see if I could tell, by touch, the extent of bruising on my back. From the feel, I could tell not only would they be an ugly bluish- purple, but that some were still swelling. I knew it might not be as bad as it felt, as I bruised so easily. I counted myself lucky that I healed twice as fast as a human. 'If I had the healing rate of a werewolf, I would be healed by now.' I said to myself. 'Some people get all the luck!' × × I smiled to myself as I walked down the main street. It was finally the weekend. Free from school, I decided to see what stores there were. Up ahead, I saw a teen girl exit a nail salon. 'Woah,' I thought. 'She is really good looking.' My thoughts didn't really do her justice. She looked like she just stepped of an airbrushed magazine cover. She had thick, long chestnut colored hair, that suited her heart- shaped face. Though she had long legs like a runway model, her torso was shorter, so she stood a few inches shorter than me; at about average height. As she glanced to both sides of her, I noticed she had the most clear, blue eyes and a perfect button nose, that many women would kill for. She turned and walked away from me. 'She is so beautiful. She reminds me of classical music, famous statues and renowned classic paintings. Is this what the old masters felt when they found their muse?'×
MEGHAN_RICKETTS · 49.8K Views
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