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Tartarus Club

The Coaching System

For ten years, Ethan Carter was cursed. No matter which club he coached, he never won a single match. The world called him “The Cursed Coach.” Fans ridiculed him. Players disrespected him. The media destroyed him. But on one fateful night, his Bundesliga team—the weakest in the league—was leading 1-0 against a footballing giant. Ninety minutes. One last chance. The biggest upset of the season. The final whistle blew. Victory. His first-ever win. The curse was broken. And then… his heart stopped. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in Germany anymore. He was in a run-down office with peeling wallpaper and a broken desk. His hands were thinner. His face was different. A small nameplate sat in front of him: Jake Wilson – Head Coach, Bradford FC (Fifth-Tier League) Before he could even process what had happened, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes. [Ding! The Coaching System Has Activated!] Now, armed with a system that grants real-time tactical analysis, scouting reports, player growth insights, and legendary tactics, Ethan—now Jake—has a second chance. From a forgotten, unknown club to the top of world football—can he use the system to become the greatest coach in history? He was once the most mocked coach in the world. Now, he will become unstoppable. Because this time… he refuses to lose. Disclaimer The Coaching System is a work of fiction. All characters, teams, events, and organizations depicted in this story are purely fictional or used fictitiously. While the novel is inspired by real-world football mechanics, tactics, and leagues, it does not represent any real-life football clubs, managers, or players.
Mr_Raiden · 204.6K Views

The Bullied Husband's Club

In a tale woven by chance and fate, three lives collide in a whirlwind of danger, ambition, and unexpected love. Kenzo and Maverick, two men bound by a shared past of running from assassins since childhood, have spent their lives in the shadows, working multiple jobs just to scrape by. Meanwhile, Caleb, the self-made millionaire and childhood friend, has built an empire from the ground up, living a life of luxury but haunted by the secrets of their shared history. Everything changes one fateful night when Victoria Parson, the fiery and independent granddaughter of the Baroness of Berkon, crosses paths with Kenzo in a dimly lit bar. Fresh from the devastating betrayal of witnessing her fiancé’s affair with her own sister, Stacey, Victoria is determined to reclaim her life. With the help of her loyal best friend, she gathers proof of the betrayal, only to be met with indifference from her family, who seem more concerned with maintaining appearances than justice. Fueled by anger, heartbreak, and a few too many drinks, Victoria makes an impulsive decision that shocks everyone: she marries Kenzo, the mysterious and rugged stranger she’s inexplicably drawn to, despite his apparent lack of wealth or status. To her, he represents freedom from the gilded cage of her aristocratic life—a life she no longer wants. But Kenzo and Maverick are far from ordinary. As their past begins to unravel, it becomes clear that they are more than just broke drifters. Hidden beneath their rough exteriors lies a legacy of power, secrets, and a destiny that ties them to a world far beyond the reach of the middle class or even the nobility. As Victoria is drawn deeper into their world, she discovers that Kenzo’s life is far more dangerous—and extraordinary—than she ever imagined. Together, the trio must navigate a treacherous path filled with assassins, family betrayals, and the weight of their intertwined fates. As love blossoms amidst the chaos, they must confront their pasts and fight for a future where they can finally break free from the shadows that have haunted them for so long. But in a world where nothing is as it seems, can they trust each other enough to survive? Or will the secrets they carry tear them apart? From rags to riches, from danger to destiny, this is a story of love, loyalty, and the power of rewriting your own fate.
TheIllusionist · 481K Views

The Crown's Mundane

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.
Kouno_50 · 73.5K Views

The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate

Warning:Mature content. ... Layla shivered as Riven's hot lips trailed down her jawline, burning a hot trail towards her lips that were aching to be kissed. But he didn't kiss her. Instead he hovered a breathe away over her parted lips. His palms gripped her waist and pulled her closer. He watched her with half-closed eyes, his golden pupils burning with raw passion. Layla trembled under his intense gaze and her lips parted further. "Riven...", she whispered. "Tell me what you want, my sweet Layla". Riven's husky response caressed her ears. "Kiss me...please". ... How well can we survive from the trauma of childhood abuse? Most times, all it takes is a step off the edge of a cliff to end it all. And that is what Layla did. Born from rape and abused since childhood, Layla loses her ability to speak and gradually loses the zeal to continue living. There was nothing left for her in the cruel world and she was ready to put an end to it. Giving up on life, she made her way to the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast ocean. Without a second thought, she closed her eyes and let her body go, welcoming the peace and calmness that came with death. And when she opened her eyes again, there was a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. ... Supreme Alpha Riven Qinn, Alpha of Dark Creek Pack, strongest and most powerful lycan ever, has lived for centuries and with each passing full moon, he loses the hope of ever finding his one true mate. But fate directs him and he finds Layla on the shores of the river surrounding his territory, almost buried under the wet sand. He touched her and one word resounded in his head. MATE! Safe in the arms of the Alpha, Layla realizes the world is not as cruel as she thought. A deep passion springs forth between the mated lovers and Layla finds herself longing for his touch and presence. Suddenly strange phenomenon begins to occur. Layla's speech is restored and along with it comes strange powers coupled with the gut wrenching pain she endures every full moon. An ancient fae is consulted and it is discovered that Layla is a special being. A Tribrid. Born from the three strongest bloodlines. This discovery brings forth damned creatures and giant titans from Tartarus, all with a desire to possess the blood of the Tribrid which can cause great havoc in the wrong hands. Riven and Layla will have to fight against Tartarus and the endless conspiracies that threatens to tear them apart. In the course of saving the world, can their love overcome all obstacles or will fate bring them to ruin? Author's Note:This is not your usual werewolf story. It's my version. Author:BellaCupid Email:cupidofafrica@gmail.com Email:bellaxcobar@gmail.com Discord:BellaCupid#2434 Instagram:bellacupid17
BellaCupid · 150.4K Views

My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them. When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined. Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin. What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering? That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness. But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own. Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t. It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?
naansiringson · 174.4K Views
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