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Sasaki To My Lord

Lord of Solva: Players as My Pawns

"How many did we lose?" A figure seated on a grand throne asked. "Thirty universes, my lord," a voice responded. "Thirty universes, huh… Over 521 thousand planets." The being on the throne remained silent for a moment before asking, "What’s their next target?" "The Cosmos, my lord." The figure slowly stood, the dim throne room gradually illuminating as the light spread outward. "Destiny, show me its future." A woman rose from her seat, her eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. "My lord, based on my calculations… complete annihilation." The being’s gaze swept across the countless seats surrounding him. The Lords of the Multiverse sat in silence—each one powerful enough to erase a universe, yet none dared to speak under his presence. A faint blue light flickered. "That lunatic is growing stronger by the day. At this rate, the balance will collapse." The lords exchanged uneasy glances. No one wanted to disrupt the equilibrium. If they intervened, an even greater force might step in—and they would all lose the power they had spent eons accumulating. Then, a voice broke the tension. "My lord… The Cosmos has fallen." Silence. A long, weary sigh escaped the being’s lips. "But… there is something unusual," the voice hesitated. "A small world… Earth. They fought back. Despite their lack of resources, they somehow made it work. They used hmmm some type of ore—a rare ore—to resist. But they lacked the means to protect themselves from its effects." The being’s gaze lifted. The others followed, their massive thrones rising in unison. The World Tree’s wood gleamed faintly in the abyss of the throne hall. He turned to the window, his voice calm but commanding. "Lord of Time… rewind the clock. This time, we will intervene." A murmur rippled through the hall. "Lord…" The sound echoed, filled with concern. A single move from them could shift the fate of existence. They were not meant to interfere. Yet now, their highest leader was breaking that rule. "Rewind… Hmm....again…" the being mused. "Not bad. Not bad at all." The throne, forged from countless suns, began to glow. The Lord of Laws removed his hand from its surface, and a surge of blue light filled the room. No words were spoken. One by one, the lords stood, their towering seats rising higher. Each throne bore the insignia of a universe, their very essence etched into the divine wood. Their hands extended, and a brilliant blue radiance cut through the darkness. For the first time in eons, the void saw light. "Let’s create a world for them… as a trial." A deep chuckle rumbled through the hall, growing into a booming laugh. "That world shall be called… Solva." "Ahahahahahahaha!"
Msd_Zeroo · 8.9K Views

Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!
Ash20 · 13.3K Views

Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’
Colorful_madness · 383.7K Views

To My Dearly Detested...

"The thin line between love and hate slowly disappeared when he felt her touch." Being the first born child and next in line to take over after his father, Desmond Fedorov was bound to his duties. After losing an important person in her life, Elsa dreaded the thought of losing another family member. In order to ensure the safety of the two powerful Mafia families, Elsa Marino and Desmond Federov were forced into an arranged marriage. Getting involved with a Marino was not even the last thing Desmond wanted but he had no other choice. He swore to never cross a line with his arranged wife. He wanted to be married to her only on the vows they had taken. Elsa also had no expectations from the marriage. Love was not something she expected of her new husband. She knew she would be his wife only in name. But with the growing tension and chemistry between them, how long will they manage to keep their hands off each other? With new secrets unfolding itself and the looming danger threatening to tear them apart, will the couple ever find love and peace? …… Excerpt: Desmond wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Let me go—" Elsa tried to push him away. He tightened his grip around her waist. "Didn't you say I could touch you anywhere I want? I am your husband after all." He gently grabbed her chin. She jerked her face to the other side and scoffed. "You wish. You are my husband only in name, remember? You want nothing from this marriage and neither do I." Keeping quiet for a while, Desmond shook his head. "I changed my mind." She frowned. "I want many things from this marriage.” He brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb. “And that includes you." …… (This is the first book of the Mafia hate and love series.) Instagram: author_sofia05 Discord: https://discord.gg/rxjSSJrzRF …..
Sofia05 · 109.4K Views
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