Collar Deadpool

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits - and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks. In the beginning, Quinlan was painfully weak and alone but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few complaints from some readers that my MC is not a real villain, and I have to agree; if you're looking for some complete psycho MC who burns random farmer villages down just for fun then don't read. The MC is a ruthless man who does evil things from time to time, but only to his enemies or those he considers to be true scum. He gains no joy from tormenting strangers. Also don't read if you want a story about buying s*x slaves and r*ping them, that doesn't happen in this novel. He will treat the women he wants to be with as if they were normal people, whether they're slaves or not.

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

PROJECT REBOOT – SYNOPSIS The Zenith League—Earth’s greatest heroes—stood as the planet’s final defense. Now, they’re gone. A catastrophic alien invasion has wiped out the world’s protectors, leaving humanity on the brink of extinction. Governments crumble. Cities burn. Hope is dead. In a desperate move, the world's leaders activate Project Reboot—a last-ditch effort that no one wanted. With no heroes left, they turn to the most dangerous criminals alive. Enter Sparky, Dr. Nite, Miss Tarantula, Destro, Damon, and Saraya. Murderers, thieves, and psychopaths. Villains who never gave a damn about saving the world. Now, they have no choice. Strapped with explosive shock collars, watched 24/7, and given an ultimatum: Fight for Earth, or die. But as the battle rages on, these so-called villains start asking the real question: Why should we save a world that always wanted us dead? And worse… What happens if they win? PROJECT REBOOT HAS BEGUN.

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

“Okay, so picture this: Your buddy Kaito dies slipping on a banana peel that’s basically the universe’s middle finger. Instead of heaven, he gets a job offer from a pan-dimensional duck in a suit who’s like, ‘Congrats! You’re now the multiverse’s handyman, but instead of fixing leaks, you fight gods who cry when you roast their PowerPoints.’ Kaito’s whole vibe? ‘I didn’t ask for this, but I’ll do it while sarcastically sipping cosmic boba.’ He glitches through worlds where gravity takes weekends off and wars are fought with karaoke. The catch? He doesn’t exist in any universe’s database, and now every god, demon, and sentient spreadsheet is like, ‘DELETE HIM.’ "It’s like Rick Sanchez and Deadpool had a baby, raised it on anime and dad jokes, and then threw it into a black hole made of HR paperwork. 10/10 would binge-read while eating questionable gas station sushi.”

[Will reupload for WSA 2025] After sacrificing his first body to seal the newborn Tier-6 Tenma, Kurobane Ryuji was determined to live an ordinary life with his new identity. Now as a high school student in his last year, his plan for the future couldn’t be any more simpler and mundane: And that was to graduate from school, get into a decent university, obtain a stable job as a white-collared worker, marry a virtuous and obedient wife, and build a small and happy family of his own. But, fate seemed to have something else in mind. When a certain quack exorcist barged into his seemingly ordinary life, he found himself once again drawn closer and closer to the world of the supernatural. And then, there was the voice; its whispers clamoring in his head and its presence lurking under his skin. What would he do when the demon he had thought to have sealed in the past had instead followed him into this lifetime and shared his soul? Can he eliminate the demon within him before his secret was found out? After all, for an unordinary person with an unordinary destiny to attempt to be ordinary, how can it be so easy as dying once and starting anew in another body? === Tags: #Demons #Exorcists #Ghosts&Spirits #Strongactingweak #Action #Sliceoflife #UrbanFantasy Updates: -

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

A once tormented college student, perpetually mocked by fate, rises to prominence in another world after countless failures and setbacks. War and peace, faith and liberty, politics and conspiracy, desire and love - all revolve around a single collar. Humanity's insatiable greed fuels eternal flames of war! Between empire and beauty, ideals and reality - what choices must be made? A misinterpreted prophecy, a distorted holy war history, enslaved races, and a cataclysm engulfing the world! Follow this outsider's struggle through boundless romance, iron-willed passion, and ruthless scheming.

[Mature Content Warning] She wanted to just end her mission and go back to her political marriage, but he had already claimed her his possession. Selene Adawolfa, the Princess of the Adalopha kingdom. Promises her father to bring peace to the village in their kingdom, by ending the age-old war, without revealing her identity. On the first day of becoming part of the Winterwells pack in disguise, she gets herself into trouble. The unexpected turn of events brings her in contact with Fang Warchild, the alpha of the neighbouring village. The most handsome, yet the most vicious man in the entire kingdom who recognises her at the very first glance. And he was ready to ruin her mission just for the sake of owning her! (The story takes place in the 90s so you will find technology in it!) ——[snippet]—— He approached me as his footsteps resonated in the dead silence inside the tent, and I couldn't get myself to step back waiting stunned. Stepping closer he lifted my chin asking again, "do you still choose otherwise Princess?" I gulped, knowing Fang would understand very well what was on my mind, all my lies would be useless in front of how well he knew every nook and cranny of my brain. Mustering all the strength inside me I whispered, diverting my eyes, answering exactly what he didn't want to hear right now, "Yes!" A vicious smirk played on his face as he lifted me by my collar, while I tip-toed barely able to find the ground, trying to match his towering height. "I don't like it when someone touches what is mine," he leaned closer, his tall stature hovering over me just inches from my face and his infuriated breath crawling on my soft skin, "and you better know that your entirety belongs to only me!" ---- All credits of the cover to belong to its owner ---- Discord: https://discord.gg/ZhjZ9aHEZ6

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.

A parody of romcom itself...with a blend of unique genres...Ion wanna give spoilers though. !! But maybe something like last of us meets deadpool

The story centres on a young man named Julian Hasani, who is a normal working man, that had dreams of being an inventor but decides to work your usual 9-5 job to get by and support his bedridden father who was hospitalized due to a severe illness. Jullian Hasani was your average white-collar worker who wanted to be an inventor but his aspirations were cut short when he found out that his father, a former mechanic got a severe sickness that had no cure. He decided to give up his dream and landed a job at an accounting firm where he at least got some funds to help with his father's treatment. His father however decided to accept his fate and told Julian that he needed to move on. During his off days when he wasn't slaving within the corporate world, he was busy playing a game called The Mystic Empires of Ayan. A game where there are six different empires, namely Soare (the empire of the vampires), Lycaon (the empire of the werewolves), Fata (The Kingdom of Fairies), Medeis (the Kingdom of the mages and witches) and Tukufu (the human kingdom) and the Daimon (The demon Kingdom) that exists within a world called Ayan where four out of the five empires are fighting over a powerful mineral called Maximitas, while all of the kingdoms deal with magical creatures and the wave of demons that come through portals after every nine years. One fateful tragic day, Julian while working, received a call from the hospital that his father died. The news broke him, considering he was going to have enough money for the next series of treatments his father needed. With no other family, Julian felt alone and went down a downward spiral. While in his drunkard stupor, he was crossing the road and didn't realize that a truck was fast approaching There he starts a new life as Asani Yazid, a nineteen-year-old living in Tukufu, with his parents and younger sister who are farmers that live in a rural town that borders, a small village within the Lycaon empire and also another border town within the Soare Kingdom. With his inventor skills that he had on Earth, he decides to set a new goal and quest of living his dream and obtaining the Maximitas mineral to help not only his family but his small town, while protecting them from other neighbouring Kingdoms, also preparing for the Demon lord’s wave of power from the demon continent, to maintain the maximitas mineral which is in abundance in a huge mountain forest in the middle of a big island called Renovamen.

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

For fourteen years, twins Shiro and Kuro have known only pain, captivity, and battle. Born to mortal parents, their fates were sealed before birth when a fragment of Zeus’s soul embedded itself within their mother’s womb. Blessed—or cursed—with the powers of lightning, air, and the cosmos itself, they were destined for greatness. But an unknown organization feared their potential and stole them away as children, murdering their mother and erasing their past. Raised in a secret facility, they have been trained—tortured—to become the most powerful warriors in history. With their abilities shackled by collars designed to control them, they endure relentless battles, endless experiments, and a cruel existence where even their pain is shared—when one twin is injured, the other suffers half the wound. Yet, something inside them stirs. A power greater than their captors imagined, something even their collars cannot suppress forever. As they approach their eighteenth birthday, their true inheritance awakens—the limitless power of the cosmos. With their full strength unleashed, they finally seize the chance to break free from their prison. But their escape comes at a cost. The moment they are unshackled, the world feels their presence—a presence long hidden by the facility’s suppression field. Now, their captors aren’t the only ones hunting them. Governments, secret organizations, and unknown forces all want a piece of the twins who command the storm. Forced into hiding, they take refuge in Ashnar Academy, the world’s top training ground for elite warriors, assassins, and combat specialists. But even here, danger lurks in every shadow, and whispers of prophecy follow their every move. Enemies are everywhere. Allies are few. And time is running out. Because the storm is coming. And Shiro and Kuro will either rise as gods—or fall as monsters.

( English version of Chronicles of the Crimson prophecy) world where vampires rule, an oracle or future prophecy appears that they will disappear at the hands of one of their own race, but they consider this oracle a mere threat, on the one hand this oracle has hope for other races because they are tired of the power and cruelty of vampires they begin to develop alchemy and tools "to fight vampires." Kai who was originally a human who lived peacefully with his family in a human village became inversely proportional when he was 11 years old, a horde of vampires came to his village and slaughtered the entire human village including Kai's family. Seeing this, Kai tried to fight back by biting the vampire's leg. He said, if you drink vampire blood, you will become part of them. Kai forgot about that, he only mobilized his body to think about defeating the vampire. The vampire whose leg was bitten by Kai pulled Kai's shirt collar and looked at him "Oi, stupid human. Are you so eager to be my slave? If you drink Vampire blood then you're not human anymore." He said while laughing out loud. Will Kai be able to avenge his family and everyone in his village?

Héla a été tué par Surtur, mais comme souvent dans le MCU, la mort n'est pas la fin. ------------------------- Bonjour c'est Benoit Valtin, ce n'est pas ma première histoire, mais je me connais, je ne suis pas un ecrivain, je fini rarement ce que j'ai commencer c'est pourquoi je vais faire des chapitres assez cours, pour exposer mes idées Une fois fini j'espère que quelqu'un de plus engager et avec PLUS de talent, reprendra mon scènario pour en faire l'oeuvre qu'elle mérite d'être. Je n'est pas vu d'histoire sur Hela dans un multivers alors ca ma donner envie de tenté le coup. PS: je ne suis pas accro au multivers a outrance donc j'en resterai a dbz au niveau du systeme

In the quiet corners of a bustling town, where stories often go untold, Wafula worked with grease-stained hands and a mind like no other. A blue-collar worker with a gift shrouded in mystery, Wafula had an ability he called “intrusive thoughts” a peculiar, almost supernatural insight that allowed him to see the world differently. To him, every broken machine, every unsolved problem, whispered its secrets, waiting to be understood. But Wafula’s gift wasn’t just limited to fixing gadgets and engines. People spoke in hushed tones about how he could mend more than just metal; they said he could fix lives. Some even believed he had the power to heal broken hearts. Yet, this extraordinary ability came at a cost. With every challenge he faced financial struggles, societal expectations, and personal loss Wafula grew stronger, rising from humble beginnings to become a figure larger than life. This is the story of a man who defied the odds, solving problems no one else dared to touch, and in the process, finding pieces of himself. Through his journey, you’ll uncover not only how he mastered the art of fixing but also how he transformed the lives of those who crossed his path. Dive into 'Wafula the Fixer' and discover a tale of resilience, mystery, and the extraordinary power of seeing the world through a different lens.

Fanfic based on White Collar world

A white-collar worker, Yan Feng, diagnosed with terminal bone cancer, unexpectedly undergoes a mutation, gaining superhuman sensory abilities and self-healing powers. Before he can even rejoice in his newfound abilities, he starts noticing strange, uncontrollable behaviors— such as eating raw meat, marking territory with urine, feeling the urge to ride and dominate, and suffering from terrifying bouts of aggression and mania... The most deadly of all, however, is that every so often, he loses control and transforms into a monstrous humanoid, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood and carnage...

In this new Series based off of, “The Ritual - The Moon Queen Book 1” fall in love with the story of Nike. An exciting, steamy, story of love and blood shed, that will make you get lost in her world as she goes through life with the God of War. — “You’re mine now, Nike. Every part of you, belongs to me.” His large hand bracketed my throat and he pushed me harder against the wall. “Your lips, mine,” he pressed his mouth against mine. “Every inch of skin, mine,” he kissed me roughly again. “Every hair on that precious head of yours, is mine.” Now his kiss was softer, he moved our lips together slowly, and pushed his solid chest closer to me, as if it were possible. “Every moment your eyes roll back in pleasure, is mine. Do you understand, little wolf,” he was almost snarling, but it wasn’t mean. He was holding himself back, trailing kisses down my neck, to my already marked collar bone. Ares pulled my waist to his now, holding my leg around him. Every part of me wanted him, “yes, Ares.” He gave me a devilish smirk, his red eyes looking back and fourth at mine, “good.” My heart rate sped up, and I searched his eyes for any hint of his next move. He took a moment to push stray, strands of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder. The realization of what he was doing hit me, and my breaths started becoming short, and fast. He placed a few more gentle kisses over my shoulder. His hand cupped my face, holding my jaw and he moved my head to the right. Before I knew what was happening a searing hot pain raked through me. Like I had fallen into a pool of boiling water, my claws extended and dug into his chest and bicep. He groaned, but it sounded more pleasurable than pain.

Esto es horrible ,el olor es insoportable, que este en una cárcel o calabozo ,tener un collar de esclavo además de estar embarazada y que nos salven de ser vendidos no me sorprende tanto . el nombre del Duque me suena pero sinceramente si tienes como hobby traducir novelas o leerlas , donde hay con el pelo gris ,rojo o negro ya sea de algún color interesante y que casi siempre se le muere la esposa o se pierde su hija por suerte .por las memorias del cuerpo en el que estoy quemaron, mataron y saquearon su hogar además de matarle al marido y cualquier rastro de su familia no se que hacer el suicidio por ahora parece una opción

Rina Saeki is a beautiful, yet thoroughly burned out office worker. Toiling away at a job she hates for a boss who seems to despise her, she's been ground down over the years to the point where she finds it hard to enjoy *anything*. Even the clear affection of an adorable co-worker can't break through to her, she's far too tired to even *think* about a committed relationship. Eager to break out of the malaise of corporate life, Rina risks it all on a dubious succubus summoning ritual. She's fully aware that it likely won't work, but she can't find it in her to care, it's the first thing she's been excited about in years. When the ritual, against all odds, actually works, Rina's terrified of what the haughty, disinterested succubus she summons might do to her. Still, the two find unexpected common ground, and after a night of fun together, they agree to live by each other's side. This comes at a cost, however, and Rina finds herself transformed into a succubus, and bound to Haqua forevermore. Now dealing with an altered body and crumbling inhibitions, Rina's determined to make this life far more exciting than the one she's led up until now, and finds herself immersed in pleasure she never imagined possible, all with a *very* loving succubus by her side.

The Heiress Sisters "Big" Miss and "Little" Miss, please stop tormenting me! I'm begging you!" One heroic moment at a Manhattan restaurant introduces Alex Stone to a stunning beauty who turns out to be Emma Carter—the daughter of his company's Shanghai CEO. In other words, the "Big Miss" herself. But beneath her elegant exterior and graceful demeanor, this heiress has a side that nobody sees coming. It's enough to drive a man crazy! Be your housekeeper? Big Miss, are you joking? You can barely make instant noodles, and you want to be my housekeeper? The CEO has two daughters? Wait—so that beauty I antagonized on the subway is the "Little Miss"? What? You're moving in too? No! Please, have mercy! One sister is more than enough to handle, and now there's another? They really are something else, these "Big" and "Little" Misses! The "Big" Miss may look elegant and gentle, but she's hopelessly scatter-brained. The "Little" Miss might appear cold and stunning, but she's got the temper of a spitfire. To make matters worse, these sisters have been like oil and water since childhood—and now they're both living under my roof. Talk about a full house! I set out to chase beautiful women, but these "Big" and "Little" Misses ended up chasing me instead! How is a man supposed to survive this? These beautiful heiresses are anything but docile. How's a simple white-collar worker supposed to handle their antics? They say a man who isn't a little roguish isn't developing normally. Well, I'm all man—shouldn't I enjoy this situation? Who am I? Just a guy who spends three days a week creating legends, two days falling in love, one day being eccentric, and the remaining day searching for the edge of the world and the kingdom of ice. But love... love isn't simple. The only things that can grip you for life are your teeth and love!

"Fu#k this shit!" This was not the ending I was hoping for after investing so much time and money into this game! The protagonist is dead, leaving behind six heroines. I wanted him to be happy, and I'll make sure he gets his happy ending—even if I have to grab fate by the collar and rewrite the game myself. But just as I thought I'd fixed the ending, why the hell did all six heroines fall for me instead? What about the protagonist? And now that I’ve changed fate… what happens next? --- "The OG MC character is inspired by 'Cale' of the the 'Trash of count family novel' so you might find some similarities. ... Anyway give a try at least 10 chapters before making any decisions to continue reading this novel!!!

Mike was an average white collar office worker for a large corporation. He was not happy with his job, but not depressed enough he would kill himselfor others. so one day when he is suddenly hit by a speeding street sweeper on his way to work, it seems like his end, but he is transported away as a soul minutes before his death on earth. now he has to restart his life in a world full of magic as an overpowered child. He has to keep his powers under wraps to not make anyone suspicious. Will he be able to keep his powers under wraps? Or will his powers prove to be to powerful to contain. Join the discord below for sneak peaks into chapters, and an idea board for you to contribute. Each week, I’ll try to have a idea taken from there and included, with proper citation, in the story.

Harley Davis was your average coffee-slinging comic book nerd living a perfectly ordinary life in Miami—until he fell asleep reading his favorite Deadpool comic and woke up in a grimy New York City apartment. His prized comic? Still with him. His normal life? Gone. And his new reality? Let’s just say it feels suspiciously like a Marvel crossover event gone horribly wrong. When Wolverine shows up claiming Harley’s comic has broken the multiverse and Deadpool bursts in with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, Harley’s life takes a turn for the absurd. Suddenly, he’s not just a barista; he’s the unwitting center of a cosmic calamity involving malfunctioning dimensions, bickering superheroes, and a fourth wall that’s practically in shambles. Armed with his encyclopedic knowledge of Marvel lore, a knack for sarcastic banter, and a growing suspicion that Deadpool is enjoying this way too much, Harley must navigate a chaotic multiverse filled with quirky allies, terrifying foes, and plot twists that could rival any comic book. Can a regular guy with zero powers survive a world where the rules of reality bend like rubber? Or will Harley’s journey end in a disaster big enough to wipe out the entire multiverse? One thing’s for sure: it’s going to be a wild, laugh-out-loud ride through a story that blurs the line between fandom and reality.

I'll try to add 1 Chapter (1,200+ words) every Saturday or Sunday. A man who hates slavery suddenly finds himself stuck between his ideology and life's practicality upon encountering a slave who's collar can neither be destroyed nor removed. Magnius Gran must now make the decision, to break a vow and claim ownership of Silf Wiltleaf in order to protect her, or live with a decision that could haunt him forever. Curiosities arise as he soon discovers his understanding of Rune Magic to be woefully flawed and this girl, and her collar, hold the answers to questions never before asked! As time passes Silf becomes something far more important to him than he ever imagined! Contains Swearing, Substance use, Violence, Mental illness, Slavey, Cursing, and Sexual Themes, and other such triggering content.

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