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Loki'S Real Father

Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle

"Marry me or give me my child," his deep, penetrating voice rang through her ears like a ticking bomb. **** Winter made an impulsive decision to spend an intense night with a stranger in the club she had stumbled into. Yet she had no idea one weak moment would get her pregnant. Not a damsel in distress, Winter relocated to another country and gave birth to a child, beginning a life with only two people in her world. However, her happiness was fleeting, as she unexpectedly returned to a place she had sworn to avoid at all costs. "How can Grandpa fix my marriage without my consent?" Winter snapped, unwilling to compromise.She was meant to meet her grandfather, who suffered a life-threatening accident, only to find out that he had fixed her marriage. Determined to end the allaince, she decided to meet the man her grandfather had chosen for her—only to find out he was none other than the one she had a one-night stand with. Even worse, he was an underworld don. Kalix Andreas, a shrewd and brutal mafia boss, displayed authority and charisma. Known for his cold demeanor and keen, strategic mind, he is capable of instilling both fear and loyalty and is also the last person Winter wanted to get involved with She was certain that no man in the world could break the barriers she had built around her heart, or maybe it was all an illusion on her part, as the man who embodied every trait of a mafia boss had previously been a naive puppy. But that was only on the surface; the man harbored secrets that linked them both. With her heart and ideals at odds, Winter finds it difficult to accept Kalix's love for her. She was prepared to share parental responsibilities, but falling in love was a major obstacle.However, Kalix was determined to seduce her and claim her as his own. "I've waited years for you, Angel. No matter how strong the walls are, I will break them with my love. You have to be mine." His love was his biggest win, but the man carried a dark past that awaited to succumb to Winter. Will she be able to accept it or will she keep running away? PS: I DO NOT OWN THE COVER. CREDIT TO THE RESPECTED OWNER.
akshaya_vanne · 16.1K Views

The Rise Of Loki

A lone figure stood amid the wreckage of where once reigned a pantheon, his broad back radiating an unfathomable aura of power as his golden irises swept over the debris that once housed some of the most powerful existences in this universe. "oh.. you survived that ?" Loki asked with a hint of surprise as his eyes fell on the bloodied blue-haired God barely clinging to life a few meters away Poseidon couldn't even muster the strength to respond as his eyes stared at Loki in pure terror. His mind couldn't help but think, 'What did my brother do to offend such an existence?!' Suddenly, Poseidon felt a cold chill run down his spine as a gust of wind flew passed him, before he could muster the strength to turn and face what could possibly make him feel more dreadful than the green-haired demon before him, the demon uttered three words that made his blood run cold "Fenrir.. eat him." ========= This story is strictly fictional. It revolves around a down-and-out Loki who rises to the pinnacle of existence. It will have some similarities to what is already known in the myths; however, due to my lack of knowledge on the matter, most of the story is entirely original, with only a few elements added as I learn more through my research along the way. As I said, it's strictly fictional. ========= NOTE: I am not a professional writer and have zero experience. This is honestly just to gain experience as well as a hobby but constructive criticism is always welcomed. I will try to upload 2-4 chapters a week with each chapter having at least 1200 words
Jordzfml_7 · 2.5K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 7.5K Views
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