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Hall Of Fame Script

Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame

She was floating.. no, hanging! On what?! She struggled to get back on her feet but was pulled into something so.. hard and warm. And It smelt so damn good... She tried looking back to see what was holding her but the 'thing' wasn't having it. She looked down to see a very large pair of strong and hairy arms, wrapped around her torso, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure to her nether region. "Let me go, you dumb brute!!" She screamed, squirming in his arms, trying to slip out of his unyielding grip but stopped when she realized his grip was getting tighter. "What is this?! Tell him I do not want him! I reject mphh..." Her words were cut off by one of the men surrounding her. "I'll only release you so long as you promise to listen to 'us'." The man holding her said. Who were the 'us' he mentioned? They were none other than the three sons of the Alpha. And I... Who was suddenly caught by them, was an Omega. They wanted to talk, huh? Well, so be it. There was only so much an Omega like her could do anyway. "Fine," she said, relaxing her stance. "But you have to give me some space. Please," "Not a chance, princess," he said, his face bearing a smug that made her sigh in annoyance. "Fine," she said and he relaxed his grip on her, giving her a chance to at least stand to her feet. As soon as she stood firmly on her feet, she looked up at all three of them and the most crazy thing happened. She heard her wolf purr in her mind. 'MATE' What? ************ Bethany Sage. Your average everyday Omega, had never really liked her average, mediocre life. She loved the peace but had always been one to love more.. She had been envious of Audrey-The Beta's beloved and only daughter-whom everyone envisions to be the future Luna of Black River Pack. She always dreamt of having a mate with so much power and not because she thought Audrey was a aggravating - She kinda did- and on her 18th birthday, her dream comes true!! But of course, Selene-The Moon Goddess-has never been one to do things the normal way.. including assigning a mate..or mates..
Empress_Qwin · 100.7K Views

The Path Beyond Script

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.
Verax_author · 2.9K Views

Script Walker

Her fingers shook,not from weakness. From the need to control something. Anything. Me. "I want them all dead," she whispered into my shoulder. "Every. Last. One." I wrapped my arms around her. Let her tremble. Not because I cared. But because this was where empires were born: not on thrones, but in broken chambers and whispered grief. "It's already begun," I said into her hair. She looked up at me,those green eyes glassy with heat and hatred. "You'll kill them for me?" "No," I said. "I'll kill them for *us*." She kissed me like a drowning woman. No ceremony. No coyness. Just hunger and rage tangled into something that barely felt human. And I gave her what she needed,not love, not comfort, but the illusion of control. That's what sex is. A chess move with sweat. We collapsed onto her bed like monarchs of ashes. Her grief was my weapon. My whispers were her gospel. And somewhere, beneath all the heat and hatred, she forgot that her son had screamed. I didn't. Later, when the candlelight dimmed and she finally fell asleep beside me,arm thrown over my chest like a claim,I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in my mind. Her son's death wasn't clean. It wasn't meant to be. It was a ritual. One sacrifice to awaken a world not yet ready. I opened my HUD. [Narrative Skill: Cinematic Reflexes - Passive Trigger: PLANNED COMBAT SCENE- EXECUTED PERFECTLY] [Event Branching Complete: Historical Rewrite Unlocked] [Villain Proximity Rising: The Scriptorian watches your edits.] Good. Let him watch. The Director's Cut could hide behind his twisted timelines all he wanted,this was my spinoff now.
Nà_thaniel · 6.5K Views
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