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Hero'S Mask

Slave To The Masked Beast

Lorenzo De Luca "The Beast" thought she was only a new prey, but he realized too late that he was the one who was trapped. Signing a contract with the beast was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to Summer, and she wouldn't have done that if she had any other options, but the more she tried to struggle out of the deal, the deeper the beast found himself falling for her. ... I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled. “Don’t you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that.” His voice was low, irritated. "Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door. The minutes I turned to him, I screamed. Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to... "A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said. "Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out. "Excuse me?" He raised his brow. "huh." I said. "You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me. I couldn’t remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in. My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking. "Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand. "What's the problem?" He asked. I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. “Put some clothes on!” I shrieked. “This is my room,” he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. “I see no reason to.” "Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this." “You’re staring,” he teased. “No, I’m not!” I shot back, flustered. “You want me,” he said casually, stepping closer. “What? No!” I stumbled backward, heart pounding. “You want to feel me inside you.” “God forbid! Hell no!” I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me. "Hell yes" He said with a smile. I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking. He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat. “Stay away from me!” I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing. “You don't know what you are missing.” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Just say the word.” I snapped. “Get lost!” I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.
Black_Butterfly18 · 1.4K Views

THE HERO'S SON IS A MONSTER

[WSA 2025] He wasn’t particularly handsome by the standards of this world. A fragile and fleeting appearance, fitting for a child, his empty eyes emitted a chaotic gleam, his lips closed in what seemed to be an expression of pure indifference, his face neutral in front of the carnage before his eyes—the one he had caused. NBC: Faced with the growing threat of the forces of evil, humanity had no choice but to turn to the hero, their last hope. And it was a success. The summoned hero quickly became one of the most powerful and greatest, his rise unmatched after defeating powerful plagues. His strength, unrivaled, was no longer in question. But behind his power lay a deceitful character, filled with manipulation and intrigue, a man willing to do anything to achieve his goals. After a long quest, he took his companion's wife as his own. When she noticed the signs of pregnancy, she made the heartless decision to abort. In a desperate act, she threw the fetus into a dungeon, where it would be devoured by the monsters inside. However, the fetus did not fade into oblivion. Slowly, it began a process of assimilation, fighting to exist in a world that had abandoned it. Taking control of the monsters that had devoured it became its first victory. But that was just the beginning. As it grew in power, it would be devoured once more, and the cycle of violence and survival would continue. An child born of evil, abandoned by those who created it, will it be able to take its revenge and change the fate that seemed sealed?
YKC · 110.4K Views

Oblivion's wake: Curse of the last hero

The world no longer needs heroes. In this futuristic utopia, technology has advanced beyond human limits, crime is controlled, and those with extraordinary powers are exterminated on sight. Society believes heroes are chaotic relics of the past, and the government ensures they stay buried. Lucian Graves is a man of science—an aerospace researcher respected for his genius. Handsome, intelligent, and living in the golden age of technology, he has everything a man could ask for. But beneath his perfect life, shadows lurk. Since childhood, Lucian has been haunted by visions of another life—a past where he fought as a superpowered soldier against demonic invaders. A past where he had no family, no love, only war. He thought those memories were just echoes of a forgotten era. He thought his past had nothing to do with this world. Until the day his younger brother is taken from him. When Lucian unleashes his hidden power to save his family, he is exposed to a world that hates and fears what he is. But as he digs deeper, he uncovers a horrifying truth—the very demons he once fought are not gone. They rule this world, disguised as its leaders. They have been feeding off humanity, and society is too blind to see it. And worse still… Lucian discovers that the creator of these demons was none other than his past self. Now, hunted as a villain, betrayed by the one he trusted most, and torn between vengeance and redemption, Lucian must decide: Will he break the cycle and fight for humanity’s future? Or will he become the very nightmare the world fears? The last hero has awakened, but so has his curse. The war is not over. It never was. #elimination
Minahiru · 2.1K Views

A Woman Without a Mask

At 28, Clara Hayes has mastered the art of wearing masks. To her colleagues, she’s the perpetually cheerful graphic designer who never misses a deadline. To her overbearing mother, she’s the dutiful daughter hiding her anxiety behind polished smiles. To the world, she’s a woman who “has it all together”—except she’s crumbling inside. Clara’s life unravels during a corporate presentation where a panic attack strips her façade raw. Humiliated and exhausted, she flees to a quiet coastal town, renting a cottage owned by an eccentric, free-spirited potter named Marisol. There, Clara stumbles upon a dusty journal in the attic, its pages filled with haunting sketches and anonymous confessions from a woman who once lived there decades earlier. The entries mirror Clara’s own suffocating duality: “I paint myself in colors the world approves of, but my soul is a grayscale.” As Clara tentatively befriends Marisol and a reclusive widower, Eli, who runs the town’s crumbling bookstore, she begins confronting the lies she’s told herself for years. Through their unconventional guidance—and the journal’s cryptic wisdom—she starts shedding her masks one by one. But vulnerability comes at a cost: her corporate career teeters, her mother’s disapproval intensifies, and a buried trauma from her teenage years resurfaces, threatening to drown her newfound courage. When Clara’s raw, unfiltered artwork—created in secret—goes viral, she faces a choice: return to the safety of her old illusions or step into the terrifying freedom of living unapologetically. But the journal hides a final secret, linking Clara’s journey to the cottage’s mysterious past, forcing her to question whether true authenticity is a rebellion… or a homecoming.
Daoist5CDTxH · 1K Views
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