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He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 31.2K Views

Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Bro! You wouldn’t believe this! Everything was normal. Me and my bros doing some mining for mana gems for that old sockethole, Somanda like we always do all day, everyday. Me, Fractures, Bonet, Mono-socket, Broadbone and the gang. Then from nowhere, that ungrateful sockethole, Somanda tries to END me! Can you believe that?! I mean, I have told some questionable stories about him caressing my skull affectionately and deeming me his prized undead, but no need to axe a skeleton for something like that, right? RIGHT?! I managed to escape through one of the most convenient and contrived get-aways in all of undead history, even managing to pull a bony one on the Lich bastard by stealing two of his seemingly important possessions which I find out later to be better than I thought they’d be! From there it’s a just a SPIRAL of boneshit left and right! I can’t catch a break! What’s with this atrocious luck, bro?! A voice speaks to me about how I have qualified for something about a something that’s supposedly something’s something! Then I find myself in a new world that reeks of life and gives my bones a disgusted rattle. Powerful beasts and men are at every turn, all lining up to be a huge pain in my PELVIS! GAAAAH! Jeez this is happening too fast! However, even while I’m in the thick of this, the one saving grace is that I got something worth while! A new path of power! I can NOT be an undead! I can be something better than both the Living and the Dead! Immune to the antics from both sides. Well... most of them! I’m no longer on the path for Undeath! Only Lifelessness awaits me! I’m the one who transcends reality in this tale! I am... SKULLIUS! And I’m not an UNDEAD! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ]
Shade_Arjuun · 2.2M Views

Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital. ------ Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital. ------ Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, "Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions." Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, "Watch your mouth." ------ Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50. Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, "Are you even Chinese?" Fu Yang is defiant, "Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?" Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished. Isn't she a walking dictionary? ------ Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos. However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him. And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone. But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, "Let go." Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.
ForestBlaze · 286.6K Views

Black Tide: Curse of the Leviathan's Heart

The Son of a Legend. The Key to a Curse. Thomas Vance has spent his life overshadowed by the legacy of his father, Edward Vance—the fearsome pirate of the Black Tide. Fifteen years ago, Edward disappeared into infamy, vanishing along with the Leviathan’s Heart, a fabled relic said to command the seas themselves. But his theft came at a cost: a devastating curse that condemned him and his crew to an eternal, watery damnation. Now, that curse is rising once more—and it’s coming for his son. When the enigmatic and resourceful Celeste warns Thomas that the dreaded Blackbeard is hunting him, he discovers that his bloodline holds the key to shattering the curse that has plagued his family. To save himself, and prevent the wrath of the Leviathan’s Heart from engulfing the seas in chaos, Thomas must confront the dark legacy his father left behind. Joined by the fiercely loyal Jonah and guided by Celeste, Thomas embarks on a perilous voyage to Tortuga—a lawless stronghold of pirates and rogues. There, they must seek out Jack Wren, a drunken relic of piracy’s golden age, who alone knows how to navigate the Devil’s Spine—a cursed expanse of sea shrouded in whispers of death and madness. It’s there, amidst treacherous waters and ghostly legends, that the Sovereign’s Fury vanished, along with the answers Thomas seeks. But the seas hold deeper dangers. To break the curse, unravel the mystery of his father’s fate, and destroy the Leviathan’s Heart, Thomas will face relentless pirate captains, the vengeance of the ocean’s fury, and the haunting specter of Edward Vance himself. Caught between the past and an uncertain future, Thomas must rise beyond his lineage—or sink beneath it. Destiny calls. The legend begins. Love this story? Rate and comment and let N. J. Stevenson know!
N_J_Stevenson · 427 Views

Supreme corruption: I corrupt every good woman into villainess

As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will. What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself. As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality. In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.
minatoflash · 142.6K Views

Warlord Ascendant: From the Ashes of Doomlands

A modern engineer’s soul transmigrates into the body of a baron’s second son, inheriting the blighted fiefdom of Blightspire — a realm cursed by shadowbeasts and barren soil that drove its former lord to suicide. Rejecting despair, the protagonist employs Earth-born ingenuity to weaponize catastrophe: terraforming deadlands into fertile plains, converting refugee waves into a loyal workforce, and mining cursed meteorite ores to forge revolutionary alloys. When weekly Celestial Parcels rain down — cosmic storms spawning elemental sprites (green for crop mutation, violet for flora enhancement, gold for mineral deposits, blue for summoning rare creatures) alongside ravenous Eclipseborn horrors — he declares these invasions “Divine Deliveries,” harvesting monster cores to fuel arcane engines and arm Arcanotech Colossi (steel golems fused with spellfire reactors). His council of outcasts becomes legend: Vera Hexthrone, the "Cursed Maiden" whose misfortune bends probability into a siege-breaker Ironwarden Kael, a smith-priest hammering starlit metal into railway-mounted spell-cannons The Silent Scholars, heretics decoding meteor patterns to expose a pantheon’s millennia-old prison-break scheme Through three eras of defiance — Agricultural Reformation (bio-engineered crops outproducing rival duchies), Thunderforge Expansion (rail networks deploying artillery against leviathan-class voidbeasts), and Godshatter Gambit (hijacking celestial machinery to rewrite divine edicts) — the lord of Blightspire evolves from survivalist to sovereign. His final triumph? Not merely conquering the empire, but dismantling its celestial puppetmasters to ignite an Arcanotech Renaissance, where mortal-forged spellsteel outshines the gods’ dying light.
Gelden · 1.7K Views

The Devil's Secretary

The world-famous hacker, Dexter, is a woman and she is the daughter of one of the most prominent families of aristocrats, going by the name Daisy Chen. Daisy has stayed away from her family, and juggled from one job to another in disguise or while cross-dressing as her alibi 'Dexter'. It never once got her into trouble, not until she chanced upon him. Ryle Harper, the CEO of Harper Societies, manages a multinational company on the surface but danger lurks beneath every façade he presents to the world. Daisy had decided to tread carefully around the man but trouble always comes uninvited. One night. One mistake. A stranger. An unprepared pregnancy. To keep her façade of being a man and not offend the devil, she did what was feasible… She disappeared without a trace. However, two years later, she finds herself facing him again only to realize that the man was, all along trying to track her down. By a twist of fate, she becomes his secretary again but this time, their deal comes with certain conditions and a time limit. But when destiny rolls its dice and Daisy has to assume the position of the head of her family, how would she escape Ryle's clutches again? Would she want to? Or would he let her? ... “Look at me,’’ his eyes darkened as he stepped towards her. With every step he took towards her, Daisy took a step back until her back hit the wall. The curtains swayed in the night wind, the glow of the pale moonlight illuminating the dark room where she could see the danger lurking in those hazel eyes. She averted her gaze. He pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, ‘’Dexter?” his fingers grazed up to her wig, ‘’Or shall I call you Daisy now? Daisy Chen?” he leaned closer to her, whispering next to her lips. Her lips parted but before she could utter a single word, her wig was tugged off. Her long dark hair came cascading down, answering all his unanswered questions. ''Tell me Daisy, or there are more ways I can make you speak,'' his hand reached inside her shirt, his long fingers grazed on the expanse of her delicate, bare skin, ''You believe me, right?" he whispered. She shivered, partly in pleasure and partly in denial of that pleasure that she felt.
Auroraaa · 965.9K Views

Trapped In a World I Created

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." After breaking up with Halcyon, Elle thought she had left him—and their twisted love—behind. To escape the pain, she poured herself into writing a novel, shaping a world where she could control every twist of fate. Five years later, just as she struggles to name her finished story, she wakes up inside it. But the world isn’t as she wrote it. The characters have taken on lives of their own. And worst of all—she’s not the heroine she designed for herself, but a doomed nobody destined to die. When she comes face to face with Halcyon, the buried hatred resurfaces—but so does fear. He’s no longer the man she once knew. He’s colder, sharper, and hell-bent on keeping her by his side this time. No matter the cost. She tries to escape, but the world itself seems determined to pull her deeper into its schemes. Whispers of betrayal, assassins lurking in the shadows, and the terrifying realization that someone else is rewriting her story from the outside. To survive, Elle makes the one choice she swore she never would. "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." ---- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....
kshylen7 · 5.7K Views

Chroniques de L'Engloutissement

La Terre avait été engloutie. Absorbée par le nouveau monde, un océan infini parsemé de continents s’étendant à perte de vue. L’humanité s’y retrouva projetée, livrée à des terres hostiles où pullulaient des créatures et des civilisations d’origines multiples, arrachées à leurs propres réalités. Là où se dressait jadis la Terre, une autre vint la remplacer. Puis une autre encore. Encore et encore. Le cycle était enclenché. Chaque monde conquis était dupliqué, absorbé à son tour, alimentant l’expansion inéluctable de ce domaine sans fin. Une force inconnue tissait ce réseau d’univers, englobant tout sur son passage. Les âges passèrent. Que restait-il de l'humanité ? Des vestiges redoutés. Capturés par la Tour du Chaos, surgie sans le moindre avertissement. Sur le continent de Winet, première terre à avoir été absorbée, le paysage s’était métamorphosé. Jadis dominé par les humains, il ne subsistait de leur règne qu’une seule chose : la Tour, immense et menaçante. Elle avait pris les plus forts. Ceux qui n’étaient pas tombés sous son joug n’étaient plus qu’un groupe épars, trop insignifiant pour peser dans l’histoire. Pour les nouveaux habitants de Winet, ils étaient devenus des créatures rares, objets de convoitise et de fascination. Symbole de richesse et de pouvoir, ils étaient retenus en captivité, affaiblis, soigneusement étudiés pour empêcher l’éveil de leur potentiel. Et c’est dans ce joyeux chaos que moi, Mana, me retrouve à bosser. Asservi par des êtres encore plus effrayants que moi, je suis condamné à observer le monde sombrer dans le carnage, à fouiller les âges passés pour en tirer des histoires dignes d’être racontées. Vraiment, quel merdier. ---- "Un roman d'aventure rempli de mystères et de batailles épiques." Tags : Fantasy, Magie, Épopée, Héroïque, Mystère, Action, Comédie, Sombre, etc.
Linegias · 3K Views

Chronicles Of The Twin Guardians.

In the realm of Tenkai, where the fabric of fate was woven by the ancient gods, two souls were destined to collide in a dance of destiny. The threads of their lives had been intertwined since the dawn of time, and now, the moment of their convergence was at hand. Ling, the brooding warrior, forged in the fires of adversity, stood atop a windswept mountain, gazing out upon the vast expanse of the world. His heart was as cold as the steel he wielded, and his eyes burned with a fire that could not be tamed. The flames of his passion fueled his unyielding pursuit of justice, driving him to seek out the forces of darkness that had ravaged the land. Ming, the enigmatic sorcerer, shrouded in mystery, stood at the edge of a dense forest, his eyes fixed upon the whispering leaves. His soul was as deep as the oceans, and his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intelligence. The spark of his magic ignited the very fabric of reality, and the ancient trees themselves seemed to lean in, as if to listen to his whispers. Their paths converged in the town of Akakawa, where the whispers of the ancients spoke of a prophecy, a contract forged in the depths of time. The Soul Contract Sword, a blade of unimaginable power, awaited the one who could unlock its secrets. The sword was said to be able to vanquish any darkness, and its power was coveted by all who sought to wield it. As Ling and Ming walked through the bustling streets of Akakawa, their eyes met, and the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. They felt an inexplicable pull, as if the very fabric of fate was drawing them together. Without a word, they knew that their lives were forever intertwined. And so, they embarked on their perilous journey, navigating treacherous landscapes, avoiding deadly assassins, and unraveling the mysteries of their ancient bond. The fate of Tenkai hung in the balance, as the forces of darkness sought to claim the Soul Contract Sword for their own. From the snow-capped mountains of the north to the scorching deserts of the south, Ling and Ming were tested, their resolve forged in the fires of adversity. They battled fearsome foes, solved ancient puzzles, and uncovered hidden secrets. With each step, their bond grew stronger, their trust in each other deepening. But the journey was not without its challenges. The forces of darkness were relentless, and the duo faced numerous trials that threatened to tear them asunder. There were times when Ling's unwavering dedication to justice clashed with Ming's more nuanced understanding of the world. There were moments when Ming's mysterious nature sparked Ling's suspicions, and the warrior's anger flared. Yet, through it all, they persevered, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They learned to rely on each other, to trust in their unique skills and strengths. And as they journeyed deeper into the heart of Tenkai, they began to realize that their connection went far beyond mere fate. The ancient gods themselves had ordained this union, a bond of fate that transcended the boundaries of time and space. The fate of Tenkai was but a pawn in a far larger game, one that would determine the course of history. And so, Ling and Ming pressed on, driven by their unyielding determination to fulfill the terms of the Soul Contract Sword. The journey was long, the road fraught with peril, but they walked on, side by side, their bond growing stronger with each step. For in a world where fate was woven by the ancient gods, Ling and Ming knew that their love was the greatest power of all.
Kerrylinks1 · 8.2K Views
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