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Dusty Attic

SCULPTURED DESIRE

Living as the fifth daughter of a noble family, Amira found herself adrift in the fog of her home, neglected and overlooked by those she once called her own. Her days were spent in the solitude of the attic, a hidden oasis away from the bustling world outside. However, when the tumult of war erupts and she is thrust into the role of a truce offering between two formidable nations, she grapples with the uncertainty of surviving in a new kingdom known for its icy demeanor and ruthless nature. Will she navigate this foreign terrain and carve out a new existence she never fathomed? (Excerpt) "Clean it," Zyran commanded. "Yes, your Highness," the servant acknowledged with a respectful bow, ready to fetch the cleaning supplies. "Not you," Zyran interjected, causing the servant to freeze in confusion. "Her," he added, nodding in the direction of Anastasia, whose eyes widened in disbelief. Anastasia blinked rapidly, trying to process the situation. "Pardon?" she asked. "Clean the mess on the floor," Zyran instructed. The crowd started murmuring and Anastasia shifted uncomfortably on her knees. "That's the servant's job, not mine. Why should I? I don't think I understand what you are trying to say Prince Zyran. My father will never approve of this," Anastasia began only to be abruptly cut off by Zyran. "Don't make me repeat myself. I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I interfered with your task," Zyran warned. Anastasia's lips trembled as she fought to hold back her words. She knew Zyran's reputation for being ruthless, and she didn't want to make her situation any worse than it already was. "Get me the cleaning supplies," she instructed the servant, who was prepared to follow her command until Zyran interjected. "No one will help you," he declared. Anastasia's chest heaved with anger as she locked eyes with Amira, who was standing behind Zyran. She rose to her knees, intending to fetch the cleaning supplies herself, but Zyran stopped her once again. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded. "To bring the bucket," she replied with a hint of annoyance, but she quickly reminded herself to remain composed. "I never asked you to stand up," Zyran stated. "Then how am I supposed to clean the floor?" she inquired. "Use your dress," Zyran replied. The onlookers in the crowd were visibly shocked, exchanging bewildered glances and murmurs as they witnessed the unfolding scene. Anastasia's cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.
Cassie_Berry_9014 · 99.4K Views

Crimson Bloom: Ascend

Crimson Bloom: Ascend In the final semester before the world starts to die, Aria Solenne lives a life defined by quiet repetition — university lectures she half - listens to, a dusty bookstore that smells like old ink and loneliness, and vivid dreams she can never quite remember when she wakes. But everything shifts the night she locks eyes with Selene Virelle — a former soldier with cold fire in her veins and a gaze that sees straight through the lies Aria doesn’t know she’s telling herself. What Aria doesn’t realize is this: she already died once. In a previous timeline, the Council — the so - called protectors of balance — feared what she was becoming. They killed her before she could awaken. Selene remembers that. She was there, standing too far, running too late. That loss shattered her, until she made a deal with a goddess for a second chance. Now, Selene has been sent back — not just to protect Aria, but to change the ending. This time, Aria isn’t just the girl caught in the storm. She is the storm. Beneath her human exterior lies an ancient bloodline — part vampire, part succubus, part something older. A lineage traced through forgotten gods and sealed in forbidden magic. Her awakening draws the attention of beings who no longer believe in mercy — Variants bred in labs and nightmares, divine predators from broken mythologies, and five very different women bound to her fate by blood, love, or obsession. There’s Nova Caelin, the lightning - born hacker with chaos in her laugh and rebellion in her bones. Iris Vale, a war - hardened photojournalist whose camera lens hides an obsession she can’t speak aloud. Lys Amaranthe, a gentle healer haunted by violence, who would shatter herself to keep Aria whole. Elara Nyx, a fallen pop idol with a velvet voice and a siren’s fire, whose devotion has crossed the line into beautiful madness. And then there’s Athena — goddess of strategy, Aria’s first lover from a fractured dimension, who molded Aria’s strength in secret dreams and gave her blood to awaken her. Trapped by Olympus, Athena still finds cracks in the veil to return, again and again, to the girl she once vowed to make a god. As cities fall and the line between divinity and monstrosity begins to blur, Aria stands at the center of something none of them can control. Desire. Power. Rebirth. The women who surround her are not just allies — they are mirrors to her own evolution, and the weapons she may wield or destroy. This isn’t just the end of the world. This is Aria’s bloom. Crimson for the blood she’ll spill. Bloom for what she’ll become. Together — divine, terrifying, unstoppable.
Faithzero · 11.6K Views

ZawGyi:The Myth

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---
Superb_snail · 10.9K Views

Assassin in novel

Soo hee , who was in assassination organisation Suddenly transferred in a novel she once read She was born within the organisation headquarters with several experiments on her Focused mainly on whether humans can manifest mana or not That illegal organisation was sponsored by billionaires . Also backed by the government as top secret !! at the age of 7 years old she concurred mana and had potential assassination experience with 3 more experimented childrens However, this came to an end , by the order of government officials she's now with a new adoptive family, not a good one . Nevertheless , She is living her daily life in highschool has friends but with a fake mask . she was enjoying the evening mesmerizing breeze on top of the terrace of school but suddenly someone pushed her , " What , what's happening!!? ,this can't be , "I can't use my magic " "The time froze " , what's happening " I'm suddenly loosing my sight , this can't be " tsk tsk how long you are going to sleep "what " wt.. opening her eyes , an unfamiliar celing , a window with very little light and a cold attic ....Da dun .... " did someone just pushed me off bed " , my lady how long are you going to sleep , sleeping and dreaming won't help you escaping reality just eat and put my work at ease " she looked like a maid dark brown hairs ... " Soo hee : what's your name ? , haa ! hahaa have you finally lost it , well you can call me miss Betty ! soo hee : Betty ..... o_o wait !! Betty volsky, hmmmm .. why , have you finally lost your mind , so what !! it's me soo hee : this can't be she looked at the mirror in front of her , an anonymous girl was sitting at floor she looked at her frail hands what!! seriously!! " am I , In my novel , no way !! status window : Welcome my esteemed player !!... Survive .. !! quest
Anonymous_477익명의 · 4.3K Views

Let you divorce and become poor, and then you become the richest man

During his five-year marriage to Sophia, Michael was willing to be a househusband and support his wife in her career on Wall Street. However, one day, his mother-in-law Elena threw the divorce agreement in front of him: "Sign it, you are not worthy of my daughter." [Ding! Choose to activate the system! ] [Option 1: Kneel down and beg Sophia, continue your humble life, and the system will be untied. ] [Option 2: Divorce quickly, activate the system, and get a novice gift package. ] "Sophia, is this what you mean?" "Yes." Michael signed with a cold heart. When he left the mansion in the Upper East Side, he heard Elena's taunting: "Poor guy, don't even think about turning over in your life." **A few years later**, Michael's name was printed at the top of the Forbes Rich List. He controlled the global technology and financial empire with trillions of assets, and was surrounded by supermodels and socialites. When the haggard Elena knelt in front of his private plane and cried and begged: "Son-in-law, Sophia knows I was wrong! I will agree to any condition you put forward!" Michael just adjusted the cuffs of his Brioni suit indifferently - the man who she once said "was not worthy of her daughter" now made the whole Wall Street tremble. Sophia, hiding behind the crowd, looked at the Patek Philippe worth tens of millions on his wrist, and finally understood what kind of dusty diamond she had discarded that year.
Daoist8qvmaq · 10.7K Views

Between Two Goals

To his teachers and his devoted single mother, Kai Anargya is the perfect son and a model student. A physics prodigy at his prestigious Indonesian high school, he is on a clear and direct path to becoming a doctor, fulfilling the dreams his mother has sacrificed everything for. His life is a carefully constructed world of perfect scores, academic olympiads, and unwavering discipline. But every afternoon, Kai leads a secret second life. Away from the sterile world of academia, he trades his neat uniform for the number 10 jersey of his school's football team. On the dusty, imperfect pitch, he is not the quiet genius, but an intuitive and brilliant playmaker—the heart of the team and the engine for their ambitions in the upcoming Student Cup. Football is the only place where he feels truly alive, the only world where his heart overrules his head. This delicate balance is shattered when his mother discovers his secret. Haunted by the memory of Kai's father, a former footballer whose career and life were ruined by a devastating injury, she forbids him from playing. She forces him to make an impossible choice: abandon the 'meaningless' game of football or risk losing her support and the bright future she has meticulously planned for him. With the biggest tournament of his high school career just days away, Kai is trapped. His team, led by his best friend Bima, is counting on him. His mother is watching his every move. He is torn between loyalty to his mother's dream and loyalty to his own. As he navigates a dangerous web of lies and secret practices, Kai must decide which goal is more important: the one his mother has set for his future, or the one he is destined to score on the pitch.
lukiikii · 3.2K Views
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