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Opposite To Rude

Blaze Borne

You might have seen worlds which are ruled... but this world was owned... On 17th September 2178, a peaceful day on Earth turned hostile, as a crack appeared in the sky, due to a tear in the space-time fabric. that crack joined two Planets together... Planet Earth and Planet Varkor... slowly, the crack had widened and high-tech spaceships, loaded with laser cannons came out from the crack. they attacked and killed people as if to show their dominance... many people died... And by 25th December 2178, Earth was under full control of the Varkonians. little did the Varkonians know, that on the same day of 17th September 2178, a boy was born. a special boy with many boons from the gods. especially, the boon of fire... he was also given 2 purple daggers, made from the upper canines of an ancient beast wolf named Fenrir. That kid was named, Hiroshi Nakahara. He was orphaned at the age of 5. then, a sage took him in and taught him to control his powers. By the time he was 18 years old, he was already the Arch Nemesis of the Varkonians, also, the most feared by them. The Varkonians had made "Tyrants" to rule every singular country. there were more than 195 Tyrants at start. and Hiroshi killed every singular one alone. then, they decided to make even more powerful Tyrants to rule a whole continent instead of a country this time. there were 7 such Tyrants for the 7 continents. they all managed to capture Hiroshi and lock him away for 200 years... but then, in the year 2396, Hiroshi escaped. filled with an even powerful rage than before. His Mission? freedom of Earth from the rule of Varkonians. will he succeed in his Mission? Find Out.
Rude_Rex · 1.3K Views

Mated To Four, Fated To One

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.
Pastel_Peach · 5.6K Views

Opposite My sect

Title: Opposite My sect Synopsis: Hendrix was a penniless, jobless, and luckless Zambian man whose life was the definition of pitiful. Dumped by every girl he approached, mocked by life itself, and tragically killed the very day he finally caught a break—he died in a freak house fire after stuffing himself with food for the first time in years. The gods watched in disbelief. One goddess, both amused and baffled by his cringe-worthy pickup lines and pathetic end, decided to reincarnate him—not out of pity, but curiosity. Giving him a strange and humiliating system called the Sect Expansion System, she promises to cure his shyness through pain and progress… by forcing him to build a powerful sect in another world. Reborn as Alex Kai, son of a disgraced and exiled shinobi woman who survived a brutal war and raised him in the deep jungle, Alex trains under her watchful, masked eye. His mother, once a feared assassin in the all-female Blood Blossom Sect, never reveals her past—only that Alex must leave one day and make his own path. At 17, after surviving a deadly ambush and discovering his mother’s harrowing history, Alex sets off to build his own sect. But there's a problem: the system forbids him from entering towns, unlocking mana, or accessing powers without first recruiting members. Even with his strength and training, he's just a guy stuck in the mountains with no one to follow him. That is, until he finds a mysterious, dirt-covered girl clutching a slime. She’s cute. She’s weird. And she’s a tamer. When she refuses to join his sect, Alex resorts to deception, cooking questionable snake stew and claiming demon tigers roam the forests below. Her only way to eat and survive? Say the humiliating recruitment phrase: “I died a virgin loser.” Reluctantly, she joins. And the Wayward Flame Sect is born. With one girl, one slime, zero dignity, and a broken system that demands growth or death, Alex must rise from nothing—recruiting outcasts, building strength, and uncovering the truth behind his mother's past and the goddess who watches from above.
raiven_media · 2.2K Views

His to Break, His to Keep

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.
Akash_Chaudhary_0940 · 7.1K Views
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