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Im A Fake Saintess But The Gods Are Obsessed

Under the Demon's Onyx Shadow: Why Are Demon Lords Obsessed With Me?

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.
KerriahVoss · 17.5K Views

My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them. When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined. Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin. What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering? That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness. But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own. Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t. It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?
naansiringson · 162K Views

Singer bullied her but secretly Obsessed with her

The screams grew louder, and Adrien stepped forward, ready to dominate the night like only he could. Every light, every sound, every heartbeat in the arena felt like it was under his control. Until he saw her. It was a flicker, at first, in his side vision, but then it punched him in the chest like an uppercut. His voice stammered for an instant, a hesitation that passed so quickly no one else seemed to catch. Adrien felt it. Blinding lights and shrill screams filled the atmosphere. She stood there amidst the chaos, front row, her eyes locked unflinchingly with his. He knew those eyes. The microphone in his hand felt more heavy, his fingers tightening because something raw and unexpected clawed at his carefully constructed composure. All of the stage, crowd, control, slipped—if only for a heartbeat. She's here. Why now? Why here? Adrien's silver eyes darkened as his mind ran, but his body betrayed nothing. He managed to force a smirk, took a step forward, commanded the crowd as if nothing had happened. But, under the spotlight, his pulse thundered in his ears. For years, he had built himself into an unshakable force, a man who bent the world to his will. But tonight, with one look, she reminded him what it felt like to lose control. And she knew it. ___________ Warning: "My story is slow-paced, and the plot progresses gradually, so if you don't prefer slow-paced stories, this one might not be for you. This story also contains some violent scenes, and the bullying can be quite intense at times. If you find such content hard to tolerate, it’s better to skip this story."
frozen_writer · 1.4K Views
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