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I closed my eyes, shutting out his face, trying to steady myself. But I could feel it—his surprise. The way his lips stilled for a fleeting moment before moving with mine told me he didn't expect this. Not from me. "Well done Tessa. You've outdone yourself" I thought, a quiet victory blooming inside me. And then, as if understanding my message he responded. His lips softened, calling to mine, pulling me in closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more consuming, as though he'd decided to match the boldness I'd thrown his way. This was real. Too real. I gave myself a warning, a fleeting whisper in the chaos of my mind: this shit is about to get real, girl. But it was too late. The ferocious rush of adrenaline coursing through me had already taken over. Butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly like they'd been let loose from a cage. I thought butterflies only happened when too people were inlove. So why—why is my body dancing to his tune ? His touch was quick, smooth and practiced. He knew exactly how to hold me, how to make my body respond. I was caught between surprise and satisfaction, entirely swept away. Of course, he knew what he was doing. I didn't expect someone like him to be inexperienced. He carried himself like a man who'd walk this path before. If he wanted to, I had no doubt he could have taken me here and now. The thought sent thrill down my spine,but also a jolt of clarity. I wasn't ready. I couldn't loose my virginity to someone I barely knew —whose name I didn't even know. Still he made me feel so much at once. Too much. I was floating, soaring high above the world while somehow still feeling grounded. I was up in the clouds—cloud six at most, but my body wasn't my own anymore. I couldn't feel it. Couldn't control it. It was as though I traded my sanity for this fleeting, intoxicating moment. I could no longer breathe. Every time I tried to take a breathe, he'd pull me right back into the moment and I'd loose myself all over again. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he stopping? It was as if he wanted more—needed more. Like he was determined to dive deeper into the kiss. To explore every uncharted corner of it. Deeper? " Is there even a way to go deeper than this ? I thought to myself, my mind spinning. He'd gone through every kind of kiss I could imagine —soft, fiery, teasing, demanding. I didn't think there was anything left for him to try. But he didn't stop. I tried to push him away, my hands trembling against his chest. But before I could, he caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling me back into his hold. I couldn't escape. And truthfully? I didn't want to. I liked what I was feeling. No—i loved it. It was raw, Electric, addictive. My body craved it, craved him and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. More until I couldn't feel anything else. Untill my body didn't know where it began and where it ended. Then like a splash of cold water, the sound of voices broke through my haze. " Hey, don't you think it's enough" I froze, reality crashing in. I had completely forgotten about them —our friends. I'd forgotten about everything: where I was, what I was doing, the fact that we were standing out here in broad daylight. The world around me felt like nothing more than a tool for this moment, as if the sunlight itself was feeding into the darkness we'd created together. It had been just us—only us. And now it was over.
Black_Diamond626 · 3.9K Views

My Will Is Absolute

About two hundred and fifty years ago, Earth was a thriving planet filled with bustling life. Having been governed by humans for thousands and thousands of years, if not a million. They had advanced through the ages, continuously creating and making all sorts of inventions in their search for knowledge and power, till they had enough to destroy the world. And yet these things weren’t what almost ended the world, wiping out entirely ninety nine percent of Humanity, and led them to the depth of extinction. Instead it was the Reckoning. The Day Of Reckoning as they called it, took Humanity on a bright lively day like any other. Manifesting Diabolical Creatures across the world as Earth’s atmosphere became corrupted, their lands soiled as it devoured them… Yet in the midst of all these, while the future seemed bleak and non-existent. Along with the disaster brought to Earth, A New Era Opened. A world where most Humans chose to Inherit the Will of their Predecessor and become Bearers, thereby gaining special powers, bizarre abilities also known as Will. … And here we have Flynn, an orphan without any tiresome sad past who could have just lived his life like a common person, protected from the horrors of the world. No ambitious or vengeance quest to seek strength. But did... After living through the Tribulation, he somehow Inherits two Will. -Only to be thrown into a haze of ancient mysteries, and lurking dangers that hoped to claim his life. Striving hard as he could, he hopes to confront the Unseen Beings behind the wheel... and kill them all.
Absolute_Solitude · 4.5K Views

Einar : The Forsaken

Einar Stonbrol's life in modern times was a bleak one. A struggling alcoholic, he wandered aimlessly, void of purpose or direction. His days blended together in a haze of cheap liquor and broken dreams. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Reborn in a fantasy world, Einar finds himself in a realm where magic and mythical creatures reign supreme. At first, he's as lost as ever, but something within him stirs. Perhaps it's the thrill of battle, or the camaraderie of his newfound companions, but Einar begins to awaken to his new life. As he navigates this strange new world, Einar discovers that his past experiences – though marred by alcoholism – have granted him unexpected advantages. His tolerance for pain and hardship serves him well in the face of danger, and his sharp wit, once dulled by alcohol, now proves a valuable asset. Determined to make the most of his second chance, Einar sets out to become the strongest being in this realm. He faces formidable foes, forges unbreakable bonds with unlikely allies, and uncovers hidden secrets about his past and the world around him. The mantle of "The Forsaken" follows him, a reminder of his past life's struggles and his newfound purpose. Einar's journey is one of redemption, as he battles to overcome the demons of his past and forge a new destiny. Will he find a way to balance his ambition with the bonds of friendship and the greater good, or will the shadows of his former life consume him once more? In "Einar the Forsaken," the lines between legend and reality blur, and the fate of a world hangs in the balance. Join Einar on his epic quest to reclaim his life and forge a new legacy.
Marcxs · 7.1K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1M Views

From Zero to Stardom: The Radiant Rebirth

Charlie is a nobody. In the small, forgettable town of Maplewood, Charlie barely exists. His days are spent in a haze of lethargy, slumped on a basement couch that smells faintly of regret. His body, soft and bloated, seems to mirror the weight of his apathy—a monument to years of bad decisions and the crushing inertia of laziness. His parents look at him with disappointment, his classmates avoid him like a bad smell, and the girls, even the kind ones, can barely disguise their pity. He’s bullied, mocked, and ignored, but Charlie doesn’t care. Not really. Or so he tells himself. Until one day, a moment so small and humiliating it shouldn’t matter tears open the carefully constructed wall of indifference he’s built around himself. For the first time in years, Charlie feels something stir deep inside—a spark of something raw, terrifying, and undeniable. Then, one night, everything changes. A system appears, a voice in his mind that speaks of transformation, power, and redemption. It offers him a choice: to stay as he is and sink deeper into the void of his existence, or to rise—literally—and reshape himself, body and soul. The system promises him a path, but it won’t be easy. To shed the weight of his old self, Charlie must first face the physical and emotional burdens he’s carried for so long. The path is brutal, filled with trials that test his mind, body, and spirit. But as Charlie begins to claw his way out of the pit of mediocrity, he discovers a world beyond Maplewood—a world of incredible challenges, impossible bodies, and a system that rewards transformation. The ultimate prize? A body forged by effort, determination, and resilience—a body of iron, plasma, and even the golden brilliance of the sun. But each step comes with its own cost, and the system’s promises may hide more than they reveal. Can Charlie rise above the weight of his past, or will the weight of the world crush him once and for all?
Chad_ultraReader · 4.4K Views

Crimson Moonlight

The biting Seoul wind whipped around Kim Junmyeon as he hurried between his three jobs. At 6 AM, he was a barista, the smell of burnt coffee a familiar alarm clock. By noon, he was a delivery boy, his bicycle a lifeline weaving through the city's chaotic streets. Evenings found him washing dishes in a bustling bar, the clinking glasses a soundtrack to his exhaustion. Each task was a desperate attempt to pay off his father's crippling debts and his mother's mounting hospital bills. His mother's illness was a constant weight, a shadow clinging to his every moment. He'd promised her he'd get her the best treatment, a promise that felt increasingly impossible to keep. The bar, "The Crimson Moon," was his newest source of income, a last-ditch effort to stave off financial ruin. It was there, amidst the smoky haze and clinking glasses, that he first saw him. He was a force of nature, radiating an aura of power and danger. His name, he later learned, was Park Chanyeol. Chanyeol was everything Junmyeon wasn't: wealthy, powerful, and undeniably captivating. Their first encounter was brief, a fleeting glance across a crowded room, yet it left Junmyeon breathless. He didn't know then that Chanyeol was a Mafia boss, a fact that would soon become brutally clear. Chanyeol's interest in Junmyeon was immediate, bordering on obsession. He pursued him relentlessly, his offers of wealth and protection veiled threats. Junmyeon, however, remained steadfast in his refusal. He was fiercely independent, his pride a shield against Chanyeol's overwhelming presence. He wouldn't be bought, not even by a man as alluring and dangerous as Chanyeol. Then came the crisis. His mother's condition worsened, the hospital bills escalating into an insurmountable mountain. Desperation clawed at him, pushing him to the brink. He remembered Chanyeol's business card, a stark reminder of the impossible choice before him. With trembling hands, Junmyeon dialed the number. He met Chanyeol at his opulent home, a stark contrast to Junmyeon's cramped apartment. The air crackled with tension, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock. Chanyeol's offer was blunt, devoid of sentimentality: a deal in exchange for Junmyeon's financial woes. Sex, without emotional attachment. A purely transactional arrangement. It was a degrading proposition, yet Junmyeon found himself accepting. His mother's life hung in the balance, and he would do anything to save her. The deal was struck, a pact sealed in the shadows of Chanyeol's lavish mansion. Their first encounter was raw, devoid of tenderness. Yet, amidst the stark reality of their arrangement, a flicker of something else ignited. A spark of connection, a silent acknowledgment of their shared vulnerability. This is where their story begins. Will their arrangement blossom into something more profound, defying the boundaries they've set? Or will their paths ultimately diverge, leaving them strangers once more? The answer lies in the chapters yet to come. This is just a beginning. You can develop their relationship, explore their individual struggles, and build the suspense around their forbidden love. Remember to focus on character development, exploring their inner conflicts and motivations. The contrast between Junmyeon's humble background and Chanyeol's powerful world offers rich potential for dramatic tension and emotional depth.
Biklat · 1.8K Views

Falling For The Possessive CEO

After a neverending breathless kiss, he let go of her lips. Looking at her with unusual passion in his usual cold eyes, he whispered. "I won't let anyone take you away. Not even death." Her lips were bitten into a swollen and red state. "You belong to me and only me." ... One year ago, in her drunken state, Xu Xinya made a mistake - a huge mistake of offending a tyrant - Lu Mingyu - the man whose name shuddered countless hearts. A year later, circumstances forced herself to agree to a compromise. As long as she was willing to be his mistress, her family would be spared of the huge debt. Things appeared so, he was their creditor and she was his debtor, nothing more; Xu Xinya was into this just for the sake of the family. But as their relationship grew she begins to doubt, were things really as they appeared to be? Did he allow her in just because of that debt...or was there some other terrifying truth that bound them together way before all of this started. "What was I to you?" She stared into his deep, cold eyes, for once not shying away from his intense gaze. Today, she must get this answer. "What were you to me?" He said absentmindedly. His deep abyss like eyes hazed for a second followed by a deep fascinating chuckled. "Do you dare to confront the truth?" There was clear warning in his tone. Like always, he tried his best to intimidate her and give up. Xu Xinya realized this and this only fueled her resolve. "Yes, I do!" She replied; her determination only becoming tougher at his warning. ... Warning: The genera is dark romance and the ML is portrayed somewhat a possessive freak. He mellows down later own. There will be sexual mature content and violence. So if it is not your cup of tea, steer away. ... Author Message. However, the ending would be happy, I assure you that. This author hates sad endings. Besides, there would be no Rape I assure you that. I despise rape and even though I would like to make my readers cry a bit, involving rape in the construct is taking it too far. In the end, do give this novel a try. You won't regret it.
Author_Shizu · 1.7M Views

REAL HACKER FOR BITCOIN RECOVERY;;;;CONTACT CYBER TECH WIZARD

Jivo chat contact@cyber-tech-wizard.ltd Website https://cyber-tech-wizard.ltd WhatsApp +1 520552 9379 Don’t ask me how it happened, but one fateful day, I made the rookie mistake of mistaking my crypto wallet app for a game on my phone. I know, I know it sounds ridiculous, but in my infinite wisdom (or perhaps due to a caffeine-induced haze), I clicked around, convinced I was “unlocking achievements” and leveling up my digital life. What I really unlocked was my $350,000 Bitcoin wallet—right out of my reach. Talk about a plot twist I never saw coming! As the realization of my blunder sank in, panic set in. My heart raced faster than a toddler who’s just spotted a cookie jar. “What have I done?” I muttered to myself, my mind racing through all the worst-case scenarios. I frantically tapped on my phone, but my wallet was still locked tight, as if it had thrown a digital tantrum. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I knew I had to act fast. I picked up the phone and called Cyber Tech Wizard , my last hope in this absurd situation. I half-expected them to burst into laughter at my ludicrous story. But to their credit, they didn’t laugh (at least not out loud). Instead, they approached my case with a calm professionalism that instantly put me at ease. “Don’t worry,” they assured me, “we’ve seen stranger things. "Their team dove into action, using their advanced forensic tools to unravel the mess I had created. It was like watching a magic show, only instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, they were extracting my funds from the depths of my blundering mistakes. In no time, they worked their magic and restored my access to my $350,000 Bitcoin wallet. I could hardly believe it! Once I regained access, I felt like I’d been handed a golden ticket to a treasure hunt. I couldn’t thank Cyber Tech Wizard enough for their expertise and patience in dealing with my ridiculous mix-up. As a precautionary measure, I promptly deleted all the games from my phone. I realized that my wallet deserves better than to be confused with a candy crush or a farming simulator. So, if you ever find yourself in a similarly absurd predicament, I highly recommend Cyber Tech Wizard . They turned my digital disaster into a success story, and I’m forever grateful to them for saving my sanity and my funds!
Daoist5ZOCCo · 443 Views

My System was Muted!

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.* *Title is pending for the cover.*
Daoistc5PXIE · 16.2K Views
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