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The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
Samegurl · 20.4K Views

The Egyptian Heir: I Am the Heir of the Ultimate Evil, Set

"Evil in all civilizations is known—agreed upon—as something to be eradicated, for good always triumphs. But what if I told you evil is manufactured, not born? That a civilization crafted evil to create to be the world's hero? This civilization is Egypt—mother of all—who birthed Set: the ultimate evil and ultimate protector. I am heir to this evil... and this story's hero. Made to protect the world... or was the world made for me? No matter. Forget 'heroes rising from darkness'—here, darkness rises from heroes. The end begins: Egypt's secrets will unravel, the world's illusion will shatter. Gates to other realms, monsters, a bizarre energy system will change everything. The pyramids? Not tombs, but prisons sealing what existed before gods. Welcome to Egypt's truths—or lies? Every war, every revolution in history? Just moves in Egypt's ancient game. The smallest detail? Planned. So tell me: Am I in this game? Are you? Are you sure you're not trapped in this illusion? Do you truly know yourself? This is my story's world—and I won't appear until after Chapter 33. So read... and when you reach Chapter 33, remember: Did you choose to read... or were you chosen? I'll be waiting. Despair not—the best auction item comes last. When I appear? Don't lose your nerve. Love me or kill me—I am the World's Masterpiece. Savior or destroyer? I don't know. The truth? I don't know mine either. So explore... while I enjoy this life. You'll be this thrill's victim—whether you like it or not. I don't care. I am the chaos. P.S. Even the AI helping translate this can't craft a story like mine."
M_E_Eternalquill · 36.9K Views

The Red Storm Of Asia

Rafael Villanueva vanished for six years and the boy who left never came back the same. Forged in fire as a battlefield mercenary, Rafael built his legacy from the blood-soaked sands of warzones to the cold steel corridors of power. What began as a sanctuary for broken soldiers became something far greater: Atlas Corp, a land-based global juggernaut with the might of a nation and the reach of a shadow. With its elite forces, advanced weapons, and cities free from any nation’s laws, Atlas earned its name as the Superpower for Hire feared by governments, respected by empires, and untouchable by law. But behind the global spotlight, Rafael remains hidden, known only as “The Administrator,” the silent master of a company that now dominates both the world stage and the underworld. From corporate boardrooms to black market syndicates, Atlas holds a ruthless grip. Now back in the Philippines, Rafael faces a storm unlike any other not in the form of bullets, but in the form of arranged marriages. Thousands of deals made in his name during his absence now bear fruit. His father, desperate to find him, promised Rafael's hand to powerful and terrifying families, many with secrets as dark as his own. Some want him as a husband. Others want him as a weapon. And some just want him gone. On top of that, supernatural forces and ancient underwater civilizations begin to stir dragging him deeper into a hidden world he never intended to rule. Politics, power, and betrayal now shadow his every step. But Rafael has walked through storms before. And this time, he’s bringing one with him. --------------- PS: Up until the 10th chapter that i will do a regular 1 or 2 chapter release during Sundays or Fridays but dont always expect a proper release flow for the first 2 months. Also Enjoy the Novel and Give a power stone to show this to everyone and trust its a harem but im making sure its a slow acceptance of feelings for our main character and may act like a jerk sometimes.
Mr_Chess · 18.3K Views

The Quiet Storm:Stillness Kills

“You want strength? Real strength? Sit down. Shut up. Don’t move.” In a world where mixed martial arts has evolved far beyond its origins, the mightiest fighters shatter mountains, raze cities with one blow, and, at their peak, wield power to erase nations. These greatest warriors are called Martial Gods—monsters in human form, living centuries, shaping continents with their will. Alexander will become one. No prophecy chooses him. No system empowers him. No heavens favor him. He has only raw, monstrous talent, an unyielding will, and a hunger that consumes all obstacles. He seeks the harshest training—the kind that breaks bodies, shatters minds, crushes spirits. He finds it in a crumbling dojo, lost to the world, ruled by a bitter old man who forged an art he calls Beyonider. The world mocks it. They call it folly. It is anything but. The first lesson is not power. Not speed. Not glory. It is silence. Stillness. Suffering. Training so brutal, so strange, that hardened fighters flee in a day. Alexander stays. He endures. He adapts. He transforms. Motionless meditation becomes monstrous. His reflexes outstrip humanity. His strikes hit before foes move. His mind turns stillness into deadly precision, chaos into control, weakness into unstoppable force. This is merely the dawn. His path leads to the ranks of the Martial Gods—or the graveyard of those who dared the climb. Stillness kills. Alexander will prove it to the world.
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