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Boots In Puss

Tamed in Wreckage, Ruined in Dark(18+)

R18+ Innocent Girl+ Cold Ruthless Commander In Chief+He just takes what he wants—her warmth, her silence, her body, her moans. She was rescued, once. And every night after, he reminded her that safety has a price. Pinned to cold walls. Pressed into crates. Straddling his lap when the world outside is filled with death. The world ended quietly—no final warning, no broadcasted panic. One day, humanity just broke. Some blamed a virus. Others called it a purge. But the truth was darker: the world didn’t fall—it was taken. Now, cities rot. Roads are graves. The creatures that stalk the earth aren’t mindless zombies—they’re fast, cunning, mutated echoes of the people they once were. Cherry was supposed to survive with the others—sheltered inside a fortified university bunker. But fate doesn’t follow plans. Torn away during a breach, she’s saved by a man who doesn’t ask for thanks. He takes it. Ruthless. Silent. A former soldier or maybe just a monster shaped by this new world—he keeps her alive. But every night he saves her... he ruins her. Pinned against walls, steel doors, damp mattresses—wherever his hunger takes him. She never asked for this. Never wanted to be his. But survival has a cost. And in this world, there is no such thing as kindness without debt. Now, she faces a different kind of war: Will she find the strength to break free? To fight back? Or will she fall deeper into his shadow—until she no longer remembers who she used to be? Will this be a love story. This is a tale of power, pain, and primal choices. In a world where weakness is death, only the cruel, the cunning, and the broken survive. R18+ raw & explicit Zombie apocalypse Survival = submission Dubious consent Brutal male lead Fast, smart infected Pinned anywhere, anytime Power over comfort Saved just to be ruined
Aurora_3moonlight_ · 568 Views

Head Over Boots

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.
MG_Ramsey · 14.6K Views

who'st he puss now

Ode to a Not Puss Wrecks The Many Faces of The F** It All* Preface In the city of Thebes, where truth is twisted and power corrupts, a fierce woman rises to shatter illusions and reclaim her destiny. Known only as The F*** It All, she refuses to be defined by names, titles, or the lies spun by those who seek to control her. Her story is one of rebellion, self-invention, and unapologetic defiance—a modern myth wrapped in the language of Shakespeare and the spirit of a revolution. This time, she’s not just surviving—she’s about to wreck his world and fix it all at the same damn time. Call her The F*** It All Wrecks, because she’s the wrecking ball no one saw coming—breaking down the old and building up the new in one unstoppable force. Characters The F* It All Wrecks** Once known by many names, she shattered her own identity to escape the suffocating control of her father, King Laius. She is a master of self-reinvention and survival, having learned early that in Thebes, truth is a weapon and names can be chains. With a sharp tongue, a protective spell, and a refusal to play by anyone else’s rules, she stands as a living paradox: both everywhere and nowhere, both legend and outcast. She claims her own air rights and answers to no one. Now, she’s ready to wreck the system that tried to break her—and fix what truly matters. King Laius (King Lay-us) The manipulative king of Thebes, whose name sounds like a cruel joke: “Lay-us”—because he won’t lay The F*** It All or her sister ever again. Once a predator cloaked in royal power, Laius now finds himself outwitted and outplayed by his own daughters. His attempts to control and “lay” claim to them have been spectacularly thwarted, leaving him grasping at shadows and empty threats. King Lay-us? More like King ‘Won’t Lay Us’—he’s all talk, no touch. And now, he’s about to get wrecked. Jocasta Queen of Thebes and mother to The F*** It All, Jocasta is caught between two worlds: loyalty to her husband and a growing sense of what’s right. She’s spent years ignoring the cracks in her family’s foundation, but as her daughter’s rebellion grows, Jocasta is forced to confront her own complicity and decide where her true loyalties lie. Echo (Sister) Echo is The F*** It All’s fiercely loyal younger sister. Quick-witted and unafraid, she’s always been her sibling’s confidante and co-conspirator. Echo has a knack for mimicry and misdirection, often running interference to protect her sister from Laius’s schemes. She’s the only one who knows some of The F*** It All’s secrets, and she’s ready to stand beside her, no matter the cost. The Chorus A collective of sharp-tongued commentators, the Chorus serves as the voice of Thebes—sometimes wise, sometimes foolish, always entertaining. They break the fourth wall, offer comic relief, and aren’t afraid to call out the absurdity of the city’s drama. Their commentary blends Shakespearean flourish with modern sarcasm, keeping the audience grounded (and laughing) as the story unfolds. Agent Gray A shadowy figure from outside Thebes, Agent Gray represents the meddling bureaucracy that tries—and fails—to make sense of the city’s chaos. Tasked with “investigating” The F*** It All, Gray is perpetually confused, always a step behind, and ultimately powerless in the face of Thebes’s surreal politics and shifting truths. The People of Thebes Ordinary citizens, easily manipulated by Laius’s propaganda and the Chorus’s rumors. They are the comic relief, sometimes wise and sometimes clueless, reflecting the confusion and absurdity of living in a city where reality changes with every rumor. Thebes is a city drowning in contradictions—prosperous yet plagued by confusion, ruled by a king whose grip on truth is as fragile as it is tyrannical. The F*** It All, once a pawn in her father’s game, has shattered her identity into fragments, blinding the world to her true self. With a protective spell and unyielding spirit, she fights to expose Laius’s lies, reclaim her name
Ms_Thirteen · 13.3K Views

Sign-In System in Modern Earth

Failed student no more! When the mysterious Ascendancy Orb chose Malik Abdullahi on his dreary walk home from secondary school, his humdrum life in Berbera shattered. Integrating with him, it gifted him the "Sign-in System" – a cryptic AI that rewards discretion, strategic growth, and daily dedication with mind-sharpening abilities and more. Suddenly, acing exams and securing a coveted spot at university is just the beginning. Witness Malik's silent revolution as he leverages the system's power to not only transform himself but also to secretly reshape his surroundings. From a struggling teen to a shadowy force manipulating economics and technology, his journey is one of hidden power and reluctant leadership. But this is just the first arc in a grand cosmic tapestry. Prepare for a tale that transcends galaxies, where a discreet climb from the Horn of Africa leads to a galactic harem forged through political alliances, a post-human evolution of mankind orchestrated from the shadows, and a destiny that culminates in cosmic godhood. Malik isn't a hero; he's the unseen hand guiding humanity's ascent, a master strategist playing a game where the board is the universe itself. Get ready for a unique blend of system sci-fi, nation-building intrigue, and cosmic ambition, where the stakes escalate from a single life to the fate of realities. DISCLAIMER This novel is a work of fiction. While some locations, organizations, or institutions may bear resemblance to real-world counterparts, their depiction in this narrative—including associated events, actions, and outcomes—is entirely imaginary and not intended to reflect reality. All characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The views and actions expressed by characters belong solely to them and do not represent the author’s opinions or real-world ideologies. The author explicitly disavows any use of this work as a reference for factual, legal, or historical purposes. Readers are strongly cautioned against interpreting fictional scenarios as commentary on real individuals, groups, or events.
The_Standing_Tower · 33.8K Views

Lost in flames Found in dark

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.
Abishaa · 14.8K Views
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