Thin Slip Leash

Disclaimer: This story includes sensitive topics such as childhood trauma and sexual imagery. It is intended for readers aged 16 and above, with some chapters suitable only for those aged 18 and above. ------------------------------------------------ A story about healing, love, and making the right choice in loving someone. Jasmine is exhausted, tired of short-lived relationships. She decides to abstain from relationships until she meets her senior, Kriti, during a drunken smoke break. Kriti is her cousin Siddharth's friend and the student leader of the university. A drunken slip-up sparks feelings that have long been hidden deep within her heart, exposing dark secrets, but at a cost. Jasmine cannot pursue a relationship with Kriti, as she is committed and will soon be leaving for further studies. Can Jasmine successfully navigate her love life amid these challenges?

In Ravelyn, power is not learned—it’s unleashed. Every soul carries the mark of the beast. When emotions break loose, so does the flesh. Men grow claws in rage. Women sprout wings in despair. Magic is a memory; all that’s left is the ruin of instinct and the monsters it births. Ivar was born different. While others lose control to transform, he becomes something else entirely—more composed, more focused, more dangerous. His calm is a trigger, not a leash. Cast out from the orphanage for being too unpredictable in his stillness, Ivar is left to fend for himself in a town that devours its broken. But something—someone—is watching him from the cliffs. She speaks little, and when she does, her words feel like puzzles. Wild, sharp-eyed, and living where no one dares go, the girl offers no comfort—only questions. And Ivar, for the first time, begins to wonder if being a beast is the only path in this world… or if there’s something worse. As Ravelyn’s wounds fester and strange powers begin to stir again, Ivar finds himself at the center of a quiet storm—one that might tear the world open.

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

At dawn. The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows... A lantern bearer strolled forward.

In her first life, Elara Vale was raised for one purpose— To assassinate the most feared creature in the realm: The Vampire Emperor. Cold. Cruel. Immortal. He reigned over kingdoms soaked in blood, his power absolute. Elara trained for years, and when the time came, she drove the enchanted blade deep into his chest— only for him to laugh through the blood, pull her close, and strangle her with his bare hands. That was the last thing she remembered. Until now. Waking in a world of glowing screens and moving machines, Elara finds herself reincarnated into the modern era, in a body that isn’t quite hers— black-haired instead of Blonde . Grey-eyed instead of brown. Still her… but different. She tries to adapt. Blend in. But fate isn't done with her yet. Her new job? Personal secretary to Lucien Thorne, the ruthless CEO of Thorne Tech Empire. And the moment she sees him— Her blood runs cold. He has the same face. The same voice. The same bone-deep presence that once ruled empires. Except now… he’s human. Or at least, he pretends to be. Slick suits. Charming lies. No trace of fangs or blood. Everyone else sees a brilliant young billionaire. But Elara sees the man who once watched the life drain from her eyes. And what terrifies her most… is how he looks at her. Like he knows. Like he’s always known. He never mentions the past. Never slips. But his gaze lingers too long. His presence curls around her like an invisible leash. Elara tells herself it’s paranoia. That this can’t be the same man. That it’s just a face. A coincidence. But deep down, one question refuses to let her go: Does he remember? And if he does... Why is she still alive?

In the shadows of a dying republic, war has become a business—and betrayal, its sharpest weapon. Lieutenant Andrew Rowley leads a Black Hounds special operations unit under the private military giant, Valhalla Limited. Tasked with a covert strike against rebel leader Enrique Gomez, their mission in the war-torn Cornalian region unravels when political arrogance and fractured alliances let the target slip through their fingers. But failure is only the beginning. As tensions escalate and bioengineered horrors emerge from the jungle, Andrew and his squad are thrust into a deadly game—one where survival depends not just on bullets, but on who they can trust. Between hostile terrain, incompetent allies, and a rebellion that’s hiding more than ideology, the Black Hounds must fight not just to complete their mission… but to make it out alive. Bio-Mech Warrior is a gritty military sci-fi saga that explores the blurred lines between war and politics, loyalty and profit, man and monster.

Time is broken. Memories fade. Reality skips. Salem Grey wakes to find days missing from his life—his reality glitching, his memories slipping away. With each skipped day, the world gets stranger, funnier, and darker. Why is time falling apart? And what if… it’s not just the world that’s broken, but Salem himself?

Ashley Patterson didn’t come to the Cross estate for love, power, or trouble.She came to survive. The mansion was supposed to be a stopgap, just a way to earn enough to send money home. She wanted to keep her head down, do the job, and leave before the house changed her. But nothing about the Cross family is simple. Neither the rules, nor the people. And definitely not him, the one man she was warned to stay away from. What starts as a quiet job quickly spirals into something darker. Secrets slip through the cracks, lines blur, and Ashley finds herself caught in a world she was never meant to see. Now the house isn’t just watching, it’s pulling her in. And somewhere in the silence, something she thought she left behind is waiting.

"Are you kidding me? I get jealous the second somebody else even looks in your direction! Do you think that's because I just want to fuck you?" He demanded. Then he paused, staring at me in that way of his that made me want to crawl out of my skin. "I can't do this anymore," he exclaimed, his mouth wide open, his eyes bigger than saucers. He looked like he wanted to scream. And he might as well have, for what he said next. "I'm in love with you, Rina. I have been for months. That's the reason I can't leave you alone, because I can't get you out of my head!" Tropes: Enemies to lover, bully romance, second chance romance. Written from dual points of view in two different time periods. Trigger warning for brief discussions of child abuse, self-harm, suicide, and dubious consent. 10 years ago, Rina was a foster child placed with a new family in Wellsprings, a wealthy suburb of Washington, D.C.. Prior to the start of her senior year, Rina stumbles upon the captain of the football team, Easton Clarke, shooting steroids before practice. Handsome but an asshole, Rina vows to avoid Easton at all costs. The only problem? He doesn't want to leave her alone. Easton Clarke knows the only way to win his father's approval is to perform on the field. If Rina rats him out for steroid use, his chances of playing college football--and of his father finally being proud of him--will be ruined. Intent on making sure Rina keeps her mouth shut, Easton vows to make her life at Wellsprings as isolated as possible. That is, until Easton realizes he can't get the mysterious new girl out of his head. As fall progresses into winter and secrets begin to come to light, Easton will do anything to keep the girl who could ruin his life to himself. When he goes too far, though, he risks losing everything.

ArborVoid is a cosmic science-fantasy epic set in a multiverse on the brink of collapse. When a silent catastrophe fractures the laws of reality, scientist Emma Forrest Discovers WoodDust, a metaphysical energy entwined with the fate of all creation. As dimensions fall to void-entities, corrupted gods, and conceptual predators, Emma must confront not only her enemies, but the role she was never meant to play. From Earth’s last stand to realms beyond narrative itself, ArborVoid blends high-concept worldbuilding with emotional depth, unraveling the thin line between destiny, divinity, and annihilation.

I died and got reincarnated into the world of a game I used to play. I know the dangerous future that will happen so I have to get stronger. I trained in using a sword and tried to learn magic from any source to get stronger and avoid the bad ending even if I'm not the protagonist. This world has talents. Almost everyone in the world has at least one talent. There are talents in swordsmanship, archery, magic, and many others. Some of the lucky ones got great talents that if they trained in them a lot they could easily be considered as the strongest individuals in the world. But some are unlucky and received weak or weird talents. And I was one of the unlucky ones to get a weak talent. I have a talent in slip magic. One of the weakest magic to exist. It's only purpose is to make a target slips and falls. At least that's what I thought. Once I trained in this magic, I learned that this magic is beyond of just making someone slips and falls. This is the greatest magic that have not been studied by researchers and scholars. This talent help me not just to use slippery magic. But it helped me to become a master of friction magic and makes me able to easily manipulate friction. With this magic, I will survive in this dangerous world until the world is at peace.

Resurrected not by a god of mercy, but by Primus, the divine engine of absolute order, X is no longer his own man. He is a tool, a ‘glitch-fixer’ leased on a cosmic scale, tasked with purging the "chaotic variables" that disrupt his patron’s grand, mechanical design for reality. His second life is a gilded cage, his incredible power a leash. To defy Primus is to risk being 'reformatted' or simply switched off.

He was the laziest man on Earth. When Qin Ye died, no one even noticed. But the heavens did. Reborn into a ruthless cultivation world as a baby, Qin Ye swore to change. From that day on, he worked harder than anyone else — training day and night to forge his destiny with his own hands. Then it happened. At eighteen, a mysterious Villain System binds to him. A system that promises ultimate power for doing... absolutely nothing. “Why train? Just lie down and let the system do everything,” it says. Qin Ye doesn’t buy it. He trains harder. He fights smarter. He uses the system — but never trusts it. As chosen ones fall and heroes die, Qin Ye climbs, not with cheats, but with scars. But in the shadows, the truth is darker than he imagined — the systems are not tools, but chains. And the ones holding the leash are watching from the Upper Realms. When a celestial young master descends to harvest the systems and reclaim Qin Ye’s soul, he finally understands. This world is a trap. And he’s the first villain who dares to break it. #System #VillainMC #HardWork #Reincarnation #Rebirth #NoCheatMC #Anti-System #UpperRealm #ManualCultivation #OPMC (Legit)

This is the story of a girl who had passed through thin and thick. Born in a wonderful home full of joy but events turn her joy to She is a young lady who aims to avenge the loss of her loved ones.She is beautiful too. Is her beauty a blessing or a curse? She is struggling for her survival daily. will she ever discover the truth or will it be buried forever??

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

Mahira — quiet, pure-hearted, saving herself for the one who truly deserves her — is forced to trade her dreams for her sister’s betrayal. Sahil, once the caring neighbour every girl admired, becomes her reluctant husband overnight, burning with anger and unspoken regrets. Zayan, the man who truly wanted Mahira, watches his love slip through his fingers under the burden of silence. In a world where secrets protect reputations and ‘yes’ is sometimes whispered through tears, Veil of Promises is a haunting tale of stolen choices, broken bangles, and the fragile hope that one day, true love might still find its way through the ruins.”_

When the coughing urge subsided, Shu Fei exhaled shakily and opened his eyes. Glistening on his sleeve, tissue-thin and fresh, were petals. Crimson flower petals. ----- Shu Fei is an average, edgy high school student who's not like the other guys. He's learnt to keep his head down, avoid attention, and ignore the sharp sting of words...and fists. But when the (rather handsome) class president happens to step in, something inside him starts to unravel, causing him to mysteriously cough flowers. This time, he can't stay quiet.

Steven: I was happy living with my parents and younger siblings, everything was going as it should. Until one day I was out riding and saw something that would change my life forever. Little did I know that I was going to be thrown into a world of pain, strife, and conflict, where the only people I could confide in was my family, whether it was my, parents, older siblings, or younger siblings. Little did I realize that the term Love and Family Through Thick and Thin was to be come our family motto. As we tried to help those in need, no matter what race, color, religion, or species. If it needed help we would do our best, in this time of test and trials. All characters are fictional and have no connection to anyone. If the is a connection then it is a coincidence and not intentional. This story is based in the mid 1800's old western USA, as some events may conside with actual events that did happen. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

She was kneeling on the cold stone floor of the main hall with her hands tied behind her back. Not daring to face the intruders she kept her head low and her gaze fixed on the ground. She was only wearing a nightgown and her messily tied hair had started to come undone, causing lose strands of auburn colored hair to cover her face. She was thin; way to thin as most would probably say. Her beautiful features were concealed by sunken cheeks, dark circles and a dull complexion. Beside her was the rest of the family, all of them kneeling in a row with their hands tied back. She hadn’t gotten a good look but from the corner of her eye her father had appeared to be badly beaten... *** The man who had killed her family that night had been truly terrifying. His face was entirely unfeeling as he beheaded them and he did not flinch when their bodies hit the floor. So why had that man defied the king's orders just to spare her life? Amelia thought that her miserable life would continue being filled with nothing but abuse. She had not expected that she would be treated kindly, both by him and by his servants. And she had certainly not expected that she would slowly begin to let her guard down aroud him. *** (Cover art from pinterest)

He was born to resist. But the world won’t let him. Rivan’s body ignites with heat. His touch awakens desire. And his curse? He can never truly say no. Women crave him. Enemies fear him. Gods watch him. But Rivan wants only one thing — control. Because every time he loses himself to temptation, the world burns a little more. Chained to lust, haunted by power, and hunted by those who’d use him — Rivan walks a thin line between savior and sinner. In a realm where passion is punishment and pleasure is power... Will he conquer his thirst — or be consumed by it?

After defeating the demon king, Teiko the hero got betrayed right at the end by his friend Mike and his lover Lia. As his life slipped away, and darkness claimed him, a figure emerged from the void — Death itself. "Such an end is unworthy for such a hero as yourself." Moved by the injustice of his demise, Death offered him a second chance: reincarnation in the far future. "Good luck, oh Hero. I bid thee farewell... until we meet again." Thus begins the story of Teiko’s rebirth

Curses rot the land. Spirits roam unbound. And the veil between realms grows thin. Zuling’s most feared exorcist walks the edge of both worlds, wielding divine power she does not understand—and bearing a fate she cannot escape. She is the Light foretold in ancient prophecy. He is the shadow destined to bring ruin. Bound by secrets and haunted by blood, their paths entwine as the kingdom hurtles toward a forgotten doom. If she falters, the gates of the underworld will open—and humanity may fall.

In the eighth year of the apocalypse, Qin Wu was betrayed and thrown into a pile of zombies. While dying, she regretted not taking a chance and pursuing her beloved man. After being reborn, Qin Wu only wanted to take revenge and pamper her beloved Mo Chenxuan. While he survived the apocalypse, Mo Chenxuan realised he was wrong. The person he truly loved was not his girlfriend before the apocalypse but the secretary who accompanied him through thick and thin. After he was reborn, Mo Chenxuan only wanted to dominate the apocalypse and make Qin Wu the happiest woman in the world.

What happens when memory bends too far?Some say the past is unbreakable. But if that were true, why does it feel like it is already slipping away? The past is not lost. It is rewritten. Hatim’s mastery of Akar was meant to shape his destiny, yet each lesson pulls him further from truth and closer to something else. Memory is not eternal. It is fragile. And once it bends, it never remains the same. "In the depths of the Fountain, memory is never lost—it is rewritten. Again and again."

After narrowly avoiding a fatal accident, John Rasler—a burned-out engineer in the middle of an unremarkable life—finds himself waking on a mysterious beach when he falls asleep. With a strange coin in hand and no idea how or why he’s been drawn into this new world, Rasler begins to navigate a dreamlike realm that feels all too real, while still tethered to the life he’s quietly slipping away from. What choices and difficult circumstances will he be forced to face?

Veins of Yangon is a gripping urban horror novel set against the backdrop of a crumbling Yangon. Amidst growing unease and mysterious disappearances, a haunted man struggles to survive in a city slipping into chaos. Battling both external threats and inner demons, he must navigate a world where trust is scarce and danger lurks in every shadow. As the line between humanity and monstrosity blurs, the fight to hold on to hope becomes more desperate than ever.

When Saguna's sister vanished twelve years ago, no one believed his story about shadow monsters. Now the marks on his neck are burning, whispers haunt his mind, and fire flows from his hands. With two unlikely allies bearing similar marks, Saguna must master his abilities and repair the thinning Veil before the shadows consume everything—including his trapped sister.

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They descended from the sky, rose from the sea, and appeared out of thin air. They ran rampant upon the lands following their instinct to destroy; however, as those creatures ran rampant across Earth, the tower suddenly appeared. A structure that was somehow able to protect humans from them, that was able to repel those that dared to approach it. A structure that is said to have been gifted from the gods to humanity

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: 4 -5 per week (1500 words chapters)