Impressional

As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will. What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself. As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality. In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.

Sucked into another world and tasked by Ysulla, the Goddess of Sinful Indulgence, to corrupt the impressionable Valkyrie students of Ravenwood Academy, Ivy is, understandably, a bit overwhelmed. She’s been given a smattering of tools, some magical and some not. To name a few: the ability to delve into dreams and coerce the mind, a busty, excitable, too-eager assistant as skilled at administration as she is deception, and most importantly, the role of Headmaster. And with it, a cover story as Iverius Drovelia, a world-renowned war hero. More than enough to accomplish this perverted task of hers, to turn the young Valkyrie campus into a den of debauchery and intemperance. So long, of course, as the whole thing doesn’t come crashing down. Oh, and she has a dick now – can’t leave that part out. (Disclaimer: If the synopsis didn’t clue you in, expect problematic depictions ahead. Including but not limited to: mind control, blackmail, coercion, abuse of position and power, and invasions of privacy, both physical and mental. Reader discretion is advised.)

(My first novel ever) Don't read if you're impressionable because you will see a lot of bloody, gory and overall disgusting scenes. I was heavily influenced by the game "The Binding of Isaac" and a lot of other novels when I wrote this one, so you might see scenes, characters, places and items that I knowlingly or unknowlingy took from them. Also, english is my second language, so I would appreciate it a lot, if you will correct my mistakes in the comments. (Synopsis) Follow Frank on his painfull journey full of dangers in the Endless Crypt! Frank was the ordinary biotechnology student on Earth. He was researching cell regeneration in the college laboratory when suddenly fire alarm sounded. He panicked a little and started hurrying to save his research data on the flash drive. After saving the data he started running in the direction of the fire exit, when abruptly he heard the sickening sound. *CRACK* The burning ceiling fell on him turning him into bloody mess. «OHHH... FUCK!» was the only thing Frank managed to say before falling into the eternal darkness... ~Or so he thought~ He woke up in the dimly lit room made out of light brown bricks. He saw some words written on one of the walls, the only one without a door in it. He read carefully [WELCOME TO THE AFTERLIFE]...

An impressionable and prickly Luke gets caught up in a romance that he does not understand nor initially cares for. Updates on some Tuesdays, maybe

A young and impressionable girl somehow finds herself an item the shouldn’t exist. She tries to keep it a secret but as the story goes, she ultimately fails, what happens when her secret turns out to be far more dangerous than she had originally thought?

Historical / Thriller novel. The story is set in England around the early 1700s. A special, beautiful girl is born within the walls of Warwick Castle. But nobody really knows about the mask of falsehood with which this perfect girl manages to hide a much sadistic and mysterious character. A series of cold-blooded murders begin to become the norm at court, or at least until .... Book suitable for thriller lovers and for people not easily impressionable Suited to an adult or 14+ public

Violet Toussaint is an impressionable lady, but is lost to what she wants in life. When coming back to her grandmother’s home, she discovers something that will take a memory of 1923. The noir of the Roaring 20s and a murder mystery that would take her half of the world and explore the depths of love, friendship and serving justice. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZED MY WORK! THANK YOU SO MUCH.

This will be a mature novel containing sex, inappropriate language, ect... (I did not list more because I'm lazy and would rather you just see for yourselves) I suggest you don't read this if you are a impressionable mind or are under the age of 18. now let me start off with a rundown of what will happen. 'huh what happened I was just entering my bedroom and now I'm here...' 'wait where am I' "looks around" 'it appears I'm in a sorta void or something similar' 'HELLO MORTAL!!!!' says a unfamiliar demonic voice 'there is no need to yell I can hear perfectly fine' 'I AM NOT YELLING THIS IS MY INSIDE VOICE' says the unfamiliar demon voice 'if you say so... now can you tell me what is going on' I say in a annoyed voice 'YOU WERE KILLED BY THE GOD OF DEATH BY ACCIDENT' says the demonic voice what does this demonic voice want and is held in the future for me? Find out by reading the novel

Kai was inexplicably reborn as a cannon fodder in a game from his previous life. The appearance but the world's script seemed to have given him too many lines and scenes...so he compromised. Instead of sucking up to the young and impressionable prince, Kai... silently followed him like a mindless follower. Instead of bullying the future general of the kingdom, Kai simply flaunted his wealth silently whenever he was in front of him. Instead of begging for his life in front of the villain, Kai... let himself be tied up. Kai stared at his hands that were tied above him...then at the three perpetrators in front of him. What's the big deal? I followed the script to a T, how come I'm being punished?

In my youth, during a time when I was more impressionable, my father offered a piece of advice that has stayed with me ever since. He told me, "Before you criticize anyone, remember that not everyone has had the advantages you’ve had." He didn’t elaborate further, but his meaning was clear, and I’ve since tried to refrain from being overly critical of others. While this mindset has led to meeting fascinating individuals, it has also left me open to those with more dubious intentions. I have come to realize that sharper minds quickly identify those of us who are slow to judge.During my university years, I was often accused of being too diplomatic, too cautious, simply because I understood that people often carry burdens that aren't visible. Many opened up to me without any prompting on my part. Sometimes, I would feign disinterest or pretend to be preoccupied when I felt that a deep confession was on the horizon. Often, the confessions I heard were predictable—stories clouded with half-truths, lacking any real depth. Still, I remained patient, though I have my limits. Once someone's behavior reaches a certain point, I begin to lose interest