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Lesbians At A Party

Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?

There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t.... Ah, screw this shit. Just read the story already!
A4KL · 18K Views

At His Mercy

Three centuries ago, Lucien Vale made a mistake that cost him his soul. Once a charming, reckless vampire noble, Lucien broke the heart of a powerful woman who cursed him with an insatiable hunger — a punishment that left him condemned to wander the earth, feeding without satisfaction, desire burning through his veins like wildfire. His betrayal brought exile, shame, and centuries of emptiness. His only companion? His also-cursed best friend — the only one who stood by him when the vampire kingdoms cast him out. Together, they’ve survived in the shadows of the human world, hiding their identities, burying their power, and pretending to be something less than what they truly are. Lucien had made peace with his misery. That is… until Aria walked into his life. She is everything he shouldn't want. Everything he can't resist. A struggling bartender with dreams buried under reality, Aria never imagined one night, one alley, and one dangerously beautiful man would change her life forever. When Lucien saves her from an unseen threat—and then pins her to a wall with a kiss that shatters her—she's thrown into a world she never knew existed. A world of blood, power, desire... and monsters. But Lucien isn't like the others. He’s a predator, yes. But also a man tormented by his past, desperate for redemption, and inexplicably drawn to her blood, her voice, her light. Their connection is more than lust. It’s ancient. Fated. She ignites something inside him he thought long dead—a love fierce enough to break the curse. Yet love is never easy in the vampire world. Old enemies rise. Secrets unravel. And the curse? It's not done with him yet. As Aria falls deeper into Lucien’s dark, addictive embrace, she must decide if she’s strong enough to love a monster—and if that love is powerful enough to rewrite fate itself. > Sinful. Addictive. Devastatingly romantic. At His Mercy is a dark, erotic vampire romance about second chances, ancient curses, blood-bound passion, and the kind of love that consumes you… and saves you. He was cursed to hunger forever. Until he hungered for her.
alysongrace2005 · 818 Views

A withering flower at devil's mercy

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?
Akira_Kanesada · 231.4K Views

Return to 1980: A Second Chance at Happiness

Deng Shirong was reborn, waking up in the summer of 1980. In his past life, he had foolishly trusted a matchmaker’s words, only to see his children’s marriages turn into disasters. His two sons-in-law were utterly useless, and his daughters-in-law wreaked havoc in the household. This time, he wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He would personally take the reins and handpick the perfect partners for his children. Years later, during a gathering with old friends, the topic of conversation turned to their daughters-in-law—were they filial or not? Deng Shirong didn’t say a word. Instead, with a calm smile, he took out his phone and posted a simple message on WeChat Moments: “Suddenly craving some Guilin beer fish.” The next moment, his phone started blowing up. Eldest daughter-in-law: “Dad, I’ll drive back this Saturday and take you on a trip to Guilin. I’ve been craving authentic beer fish too!” Second daughter-in-law: “Dad, I’m free right now. I’ll drive back immediately to pick you up. Let’s go enjoy Guilin for a few days!” Third daughter-in-law: “Dad, I have some work to wrap up at the office, but I’ll send the driver to pick you up first…” Fourth daughter-in-law: “…” Youngest daughter-in-law: “…” His old friends sat there in stunned silence, their jaws practically hitting the floor. Their faces were filled with envy! Patreon for Extra Chapters: https://www.patreon.com/collection/1354252/
OrbTranslations · 237.8K Views

The third party does not want to love again

Aurora’s eyes blazed with anger, her voice breaking between the tears she had tried in vain to hold back. “I thought I would forget your past love for you, but I was wrong! You are the one who chose to remain trapped in the past, refusing to see the one who truly loves you!” Kyle, despite his outward calm, was burning inside. Guilt gnawed at his heart, yet he said nothing. Aurora cried out bitterly: “She is happy now, living her life with the one she loves, with her husband and children! She never saw you as more than a brother and a friend!” He couldn’t take it anymore. Stepping toward her in anger, his voice was sharp as a blade: “Shut your mouth. I don’t want to talk about this again!” Then, coldly, he added: “Go home. I’ll send your father a letter of apology and end this engagement.” Aurora stood still for a moment, her eyes filled with pain before she whispered in a choked voice: “Don’t bother… I will send the letter to my family myself. And don’t worry, I won’t tell them that you were the one who wanted to end it.” She cast him one last broken glance before turning away, leaving behind nothing but the sound of her fading footsteps, her silent tears, and a shattered heart… A week passed. Then, the phone rang. Kyle answered coldly: “Yes, who is this?” A trembling voice came from the other end—it was Lady Valeska, filled with concern: “Is Aurora alright? She hasn’t called us all week…” His heart pounded violently in his chest as panic surged through him. No… No… No. I can’t lose her! Will this love find a happy ending, or will it remain one-sided forever?
kozoha · 37.5K Views
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