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Groundup Studio Alexandria

La Dangereuse Rédemption du Milliardaire

Trois jours. C'est à quel point j'étais proche d'épouser Alistair, l'homme que j'avais aimé pendant six ans, l'homme dont j'avais littéralement sauvé la vie avec mon propre sang rare. J'admirais juste la dernière perle de ma robe de mariée, une robe dans laquelle j'avais mis toute mon âme, quand il a appelé. Le mariage ? Annulé. Il épousait ma demi-sœur, Ivy. Son souhait de mourante, disait-il. Six mois à vivre, peut-être moins. Le comble ? Il avait déjà pris ma robe de mariée de mon studio pour elle. Comme ça, six ans, d'innombrables transfusions, nos rêves partagés – tous jetés aux oubliettes pour la fille qui avait fait de ma vie un enfer depuis l'enfance. Il m'a même offert une "compensation", comme si mon avenir avait une étiquette de prix. Mais si Alistair et Ivy pensaient que j'allais simplement m'effondrer, ils m'ont sérieusement sous-estimée. Ils voulaient mon fiancé ? D'accord. Mais cela leur coûterait cher. D'abord, notre entreprise de mode multi-millions de dollars, Evening Gala – construite sur mes designs, ma vision. Il l'a cédée. Puis, un million pour la robe volée. Il a payé. Un autre million pour les bijoux de mariage qu'ils ont osé me demander de remettre à Ivy. Cha-ching. On pourrait penser qu'ils apprendraient. Mais non. Leur proposition suivante était la plus insultante : Alistair a réellement suggéré que je devrais juste attendre. Qu'après le 'décès inévitable' d'Ivy dans quelques mois, lui et moi pourrions simplement reprendre là où nous nous étions arrêtés, avoir un mariage encore meilleur. Sérieusement ? C'en était assez. Si Ivy voulait jouer à la mariée avec ma vie, elle allait goûter à ce qui arrive quand on pousse quelqu'un trop loin. Disons simplement que la célébration dans sa chambre d'hôpital impliquait beaucoup plus de fumée, d'eau et de cris qu'elle n'avait prévu, tout cela grâce à un petit cadeau de mariage de ma part. Maintenant ils savent que je ne suis plus la même Hazel qu'ils pouvaient piétiner. J'ai mon entreprise, une pile de leur argent, et beaucoup de comptes à régler. Ils pensent que c'est fini ? Ce jeu de vengeance ne fait que commencer. Et croyez-moi, je joue pour gagner.
Claire Winters · 50.2K Views

The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.
Claire Winters · 292.8K Views

Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 20.7K Views

When the CEO and the Star Swapped Lives

Z-List actress Skylar Vance has been dogged by controversy since her debut. Vilified for her curves and drowned in tabloid scandals, she’s branded a "sex symbol" by ruthless industry rivals. Studio sabotage, smear campaigns, and predatory gossip columns have trapped her career in limbo for years. Enter Silas Sterling, the Ivy League-educated CEO of Sterling Holdings. A titan of Wall Street whose strategic ruthlessness reshaped entire industries, he reigns from a gilded throne—yet his icy demeanor has alienated family and colleagues alike. To the world, he’s untouchable. To those who know him? Unbearable. When a freak accident swaps their bodies, Skylar wakes up as the feared billionaire—and accidentally sets about revolutionizing Sterling Holdings with radiant empathy: She starts her days with warm family check-ins, showers subordinates with genuine care, rolls out irresistible employee perks, and lavishes compliments on her secretary's stunning new perm. Meanwhile, Silas storms through Skylar’s world like a corporate Category 5 hurricane: suing tabloids into oblivion, blacklisting scheming rivals, and warning online trolls with signature legal threats. The Internet Explodes: Forum Post: WHO is Skylar Vance’s sugar daddy? Her rise from Z-list to A-list reeks of shady backing! Tabloids froth with theories about her mysterious benefactor—until Sterling Holdings’ notoriously reclusive CEO drops a bombshell on live TV: "I’m bankrolling my own girlfriend’s career. Got a problem with that?"
周伊雯 · 4.9K Views

Madness Made Us

After a war that broke the world, love became the most dangerous thing left alive. Centuries after the War of Madness, the once-noble Lucian Vhalcrest rises from slavery to royalty through sheer will, manipulation, and mystery. The Emperor of Alexandria, recognizing Lucian’s brilliance, adopts him as heir—placing him beside Lydia Vainsblood, the emperor’s only daughter. But Lydia is no ordinary princess. She’s the Blood Queen—an intelligent, composed, cunning vampire with yandere edges, political masks, and a buried fear of abandonment. Five years younger than Lucian and secretly devoted to him, their forbidden attraction simmers beneath layers of courtly duty, familial tension, and fate. Their bond deepens in secret, tangled in passion and emotional restraint. When Lydia turns eighteen, the Emperor arranges their political marriage—believing it’s safer to marry his daughter to a known weapon than risk a stranger with ambition. Lydia agrees, believing Lucian is the only one who truly sees her. Together, they adopt a mute orphan girl named Lilac, whose strange empathy and unnerving paintings begin to unravel a prophecy far older than either of them. The Coral Moon rises… and something ancient stirs. As the blood-red Coral Moon approaches, reality begins to twist. Lilac, though silent, begins painting horrifying premonitions—Lucian with hollow, glowing eyes; Lydia lying in blood. The air shifts. Mirrors distort. Whispers speak in tongues no one remembers. Lucian starts seeing flashes of a forgotten god—Vharel, the Broken Lover. Not in dreams, but in mirrors, in reflections, in the shadow of his own thoughts. Vharel loved once, and lost. Now his soul drifts, desperate to finish his story… through Lucian. Lydia senses Lucian slipping. She kisses him under the Coral Moon to tether him—to anchor his soul. That kiss awakens something ancient. Magic ignites. The curse of bloodlines fuses them. The Coral Kiss triggers a divine event… and draws Vharel into their world "Velros magos mentasu" — I'm joining you soon, my love. When Vharel descends, he doesn’t come as an enemy—but a mirror. A version of what Lucian could become. The fight is brutal, divine, and emotional—not just blade versus god, but soul versus reflection. Lucian lands the killing blow, but Vharel smiles. He wanted this. > “You were the ending I was never strong enough to reach.” With a final whisper to his lost beloved, Vharel lets himself be absorbed. His divine essence fuses with Lucian’s body—his memories, madness,
ENIGMATIC1087 · 2.5K Views

Fena - The Final Shinobi

If the entire world were conspiring to take the person you loved most away, how far would you go to steal them back? One of the unfortunate few to fall through the web of the divine not to receive the blessing of the Goddess 'Origin', Fena Alexandria's miserable life was slated to end shortly after it'd even begun and so she'd only one wish : To live a peaceful life with her mother. Technological revolution sweeps the lands of the outside world that she'd seen little to nothing of, rejuvenating the 'Era of Shinobi' and spearheading it all was her mother, Melina Alexandria, whose sheer genius shook the four continents to their very cores. They were all taking her mother away from her and she was powerless to intervene. With that innovation came opportunity. Upon declaring her desire to become a Shinobi herself, Fena's mother had warned her, "The Shinobi world is built entirely upon strength, nothing else matters", which meant that there existed only one solution to Fena's problem: Become the ultimate power in the Shinobi world; take her mother back from the thieves who took advantage of her brilliance. Join Fena as she takes her first steps into a rapidly developing world as she discovers what it means to make friends, foes and rivals, fight Shinobi hunting lunatics and power hungry clans whilst she discovers just who she really is herself piece by piece. The 'Era of Shinobi' enters it's greatest revolution and in turn, its final act,in Fena : The Final Shinobi!
AWanderingTanuki · 12.2K Views

Tower of Sacrifices

亗 Tower of Sacrifices “This Tower doesn’t test your strength. It tests what you’re willing to become.” One day, the doors opened. No one knew why. No one knew by whom. But 500 were chosen—dragged into a Tower that breathes like a god, shifts like a dream, and feeds on hope. Among them: A father. A daughter. And a promise made at the front door: “Stay close to me.” Each floor redefines what it means to survive. A plunge into water with creatures lurking below. A silent scream beneath falling lava. A hallway where your number means your death. “Just pray that we survive…” But the Tower is not just a test. It’s an altar. And every altar demands sacrifice. At the Fifth Floor, the gods descend— Not to rule. Not to save. But to play. “You have successfully passed the first floor.” “More sacrifices are coming.” They are not above us. They are trapped with us. Bound by the will of the Ten Great Gods, these lesser deities form twisted pacts with mortals. Because in this Tower, humans are nothing without gods—and gods are nothing without humans. Together, they climb. Together, they suffer. Together… they become something else. “Are we slaves?” “Or maybe animals are better than them sometimes.” This is not a game. It’s a ritual with no exit. 亗 Tower of Sacrifices is a dark fantasy about survival, control, and godhood at the edge of sanity. A tale where the blood isn't just spilled— It’s remembered. ᓚᘏᗢ Add it to your collection now. ^_^ Power Stones feed the next floor. ⟡ Presented to you by [Studio Zenith] ⟡ ⟡ Written by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Cleaned by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Edited by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Bled onto the page by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ 亗 Every floor has its maker. This one bears his name.
PLAGUE_INC · 13.7K Views
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