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The Mafia Couple

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.
Rayne_Rue · 98.1K Views

In the Hands of the Alpha

After a humiliating scandal tanks her once bright career, former child star Selene Grey gets a second chance in an highly anticipated drama. But as she’s ready to reclaim the spotlight, things go horribly wrong. Christopher Hart is everything the media claims he is, calm, composed and dangerously charming. But behind the cameras, he’s hiding something, something not quite human. When Selene is attacked and discovers that Christopher is a werewolf, her world unravels and she is trapped between the new world of supernaturals and a new change for fame. After all, everyone in this industry’s just acting. Most especially the monsters. #werewolf #vampire #scandal "Selene, I'm not trying to kill you. Just open the door so we can talk, please." "Oh wow. How generous of you." I rolled my eyes. "Hey babe, I'm not here to kill you, just to casually drink your blood and then gaslight you about it later." "Oh, so you do remember?" Shit. "You're being unreasonable." Unreasonable? Me? "You literally grew fangs and decided to have me as appetizer, now, you managed to stalk me and get my address and I'm the unreasonable one?" I heard him mutter a prayer. "Please, open the door." That sounded like a threat. I didn't like that. "Does garlic work against you?" "I'm not a freaking vampire." "Then what are you?" I yelled. "I promise, I'm not going to bite you. Please, just open the door and hear me out." "You're not going to bite me?" I asked cautiously. "No." "Are you lying?" "…No?"
_slyvia_ · 22.3K Views

A Fate Out Of My Hands

For ten long years, Tatsuya Fukushu lived through hell. Every day, he was beaten. Every day, he was mocked. Every day, he was reminded that the world didn’t want someone like him. The cruelty of his classmates became routine—their fists, their words, their laughter. He endured it all in silence, believing that someday it would end. That someday, if he just kept going, peace would come. But peace never came. One day, something inside him shattered. And in a blind, terrifying moment of rage, he killed them—the three bullies who tormented him for a decade. His hands were stained. His heart, empty. He thought he would finally die. He wanted to die. Instead, he woke up in another world. A world of magic, kingdoms, and ancient prophecy. A world where people could fly, summon fire, and carve mountains with a sword. A world that felt too alive for someone as broken as him. Tatsuya didn’t rejoice at the second chance. He hated it. Hated the sky, the air, the mana that pulsed through him. He wanted silence. He wanted peace. And most of all—he wanted to disappear. But fate is rarely kind. A strange knight named Paul found him, battered and aimless. He claimed there was a prophecy. That someone like Tatsuya had been foretold. Tatsuya didn’t believe a word of it. He didn’t trust him. Why should he? But Paul didn’t ask him to believe. He simply trained him—day after day, sword in hand, never holding back. There were no kind words, only discipline. No promises, only purpose. And slowly, through blood and sweat, Tatsuya began to understand. Trust wasn’t something that came from words. It came from action. And maybe, just maybe… He wasn’t alone anymore.
Tatsuya_F · 29K Views
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