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Vacant Expression

(BL)Alpha Made

The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him. All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch. Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small. This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)
CalyB · 381.2K Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 35.2K Views

The Last Expression

Revan Kylo was born with a gift that felt more like a curse—his face could never show emotion, even though his heart was full of them. He felt joy, sadness, and anger, but the world only saw emptiness. From childhood to adulthood, his life was a stage of tragedy, leaving him shunned, abandoned, and forgotten. Everything changed when a mysterious portal transported him to another world—a realm of magic, mystery, and gods who toyed with human fate like pieces on a chessboard. In this new world, Revan found a fleeting happiness he'd never known. A woman named Liora Caelum, with her warmth and tenderness, taught him the meaning of love, family, and even how to smile. For the first time, Revan laughed. But that happiness was short-lived. A curse from the ruler of the gods took everything away—his loved ones, his newfound joy, and the hope that had just begun to grow in his heart. Left alone, Revan vowed to take revenge on the gods and reclaim something precious: the ability to express emotion on his face. Traversing dimensions, uncovering the secrets of the universe, and defying fate, Revan transformed from an ordinary young man into a force even the gods feared. Along his journey, he gradually regained his expressions—smiles, tears, and rage—leading to the ultimate climax: the final expression that would decide the fate of everything. "If I must defy the gods to become fully human, then I will shatter their thrones and tear down their heavens." The Last Expression is an epic tale of tragedy, vengeance, and the quest to become human in a world of divine chaos. Will Revan find his freedom, or will he become the monster he swore he’d never be?
MAS_HAL · 2.3K Views

LUNACY OF A FORSAKEN CHILD

A child out of wedlock? Half blood born? Misfortune child? What Am I? He was stripped as a crown Prince of Wisteria Palace after murdering his own mother the beloved queen of that nation and the woman his father loved the most Thalia. A war revoked and his safety was top priority during that time as the only child of the king and the queen. Nevertheless, both was found unconscious at the back gate of the palace among corspes of fallen knights. The queen was beheaded and her corspe was shredded apart by unknown animal while the crown Prince was badly injured to the head. Those two was found by the king's loyal substitute. He was the first to realized it was the crown prince that might gave a fatal blow to the queen as to her heart was missing. Bloodied palm and mouth soaked in blood. Due to that, Eliot abandoned by his majesty and forbid to speak a single word about who he is. Even so, the king did not execute Eliot as he wants due to old tradition that the one who will take the throne, is the one who eliminate the first in line of succession. Neglected and cast aside, he was lonely and could only look at his mother's grave from afar. His place was taken by his step brother. 3 years after the king marries his Mistress. He wishes to live quietly until his step brother turn to adult and kill him so he can atone his sin. After few incidents and bullying from the present crown primce, things made few turn when his step brother come to him and favor him as a friend. "I already have a favorite person, my sister" Carlos gaze made him uncomfortable. So he decided to leave him. But the crown prince understood his behavior and shouted before he could leave him. "An older brother would be nice," He gulped as he tried to hold his tear. Afraid that tear will rolled down his cheek, did not dare to turn his head, he ran away. His father soon witness how they got closer and warned the older brother to distant himself from a predator that will kill him. He doesn't needva forgivefull son as the next king. "aren't I enough? I eliminated the thing that will weakened neither you or me in the future, and yet you blamed me for it?" he had no expression as he spoke in the present of the king. "are you mad? Will you kill me?" The king raised his hand and slapped him. The hit has hard that it echoed within the throne room and his ring bleed his son's mouth. "promised to make my mother happy, and yet you welcome another woman behind her back? Marrying her not long after my mother died?" he didn't respond since what he said is true. "it's not my fault to be here. I'm standing in front of you was a fact of your failure your majesty, the great king of Wisteria, and a lover of my mother." The teenager boy laughed stating the facts with teary eyes. "wanna know the truth?" the king grit his teeth. He don't want to hit his son. That gaze, that eyes, belong to to his lover, that expression bitter expression was the same when he took her away from her lover. "she never loved you" The king hit him again to stop him from talking. "but I did. And you left me. Father"
KIKI_GERALD · 13.6K Views

Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance Bride

In a world of wealth and deceit, Zephyrine Cloutier seeks vengeance against those who destroyed her. Reincarnated two years before her tragic death, she's determined to reclaim her rightful position. But fate entwines her with Kendrick Desjardins, a brilliant entrepreneur hiding secrets of his own. Their marriage sparks a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and passion. As Zephyrine navigates ruthless business rivals, she must confront her own darkness. Will her thirst for revenge consume her, or will love redeem her? Excerpt “Don't you know how to knock? I am a lady,” Zephyrine taunted since he no longer saw her as his wife. He should endure the pain and embarrassment of barging into a lady's room. Kendrick nodded as if she wasn't talking to her, “I'll be off. Get ready if you don't want to be left alone.” He turned around and left. Zephyrine clicked her tongue, at least he was better than some men who would abandon their wives to be with their mistress. Huh? Zephyrine widened her eyes as a thought dawned on her. The word mistress actually rings a bell to her ear. Alexandra was her only competitor. Is Kendrick planning on cheating on her with Charlotte in this house? At the big entrance gate was a name engraved, Paradisio Elite. Zephyrine's expression changed, the car was not stopped by the gatekeepers at the gate. With a light push, the door opened wide enough for them to enter. Zephyrine was sure that by the end of the day, she would have to go to the hospital to get glasses. No word was enough to compliment the house. Her heart warmed up when she thought of how much he must have spent on the design. She bit her lip and held Kendrick's hand, “I..” “Welcome home!” The sound of popping balloons stopped Zephyrine from saying what she had been trying to control. Zephyrine looked in the direction and her expression turned awful. Her impression of Kendrick turned bad and to be honest, she was like what the heck! Alexandra?
Salvy_Queenn · 34.9K Views
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