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Betrothed to a Billionaire

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---
Tomisin_Osarz · 4.4K Views

Doomsday Elevator

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.
DaoistfRF8HJ · 6.8K Views

Palimpsest Hearts

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.
DaoisthrquXu · 2.1K Views

Abyss' Omen

I was never afraid of death. But I was afraid of dying butt naked. I’ve long accepted that everyone meets the same end, no matter the cause—cancer, a tragic accident, or even something absurd like slipping on a banana peel and cracking their skull open. Some choose to take their own lives, yet I wonder… in their final moments, did they whisper, I want to live? My mother did. Before she tried to take me with her. My father, consumed by guilt, went insane. A month later, he decided to follow her, holding my hand as he drove us off a cliff with a broken brake. In that instant, only one thought filled my mind: I want to live. The heavens heard me. I survived—but lived in hell. After years of struggling, I finally bought a house, determined to start over. I wanted to kiss many women, make myself rich, and retire like a lazy bum. A perfect life. I almost had it. Until the water stopped running in the shower. When I checked the sink, my reflection didn’t follow my movements. It just… stared. Then, its head twisted at an unnatural angle, a devilish grin splitting its face. A chill crawled down my spine. Black, viscous liquid seeped from the walls, flooding the floor. It wasn’t water. It was thick. Heavy. Suffocating. And then, my reflection stepped out of the mirror. Its cold hands closed around my throat, its grip unrelenting. I gasped, clawing at it, but the dark liquid filled my lungs, drowning me. My body convulsed as the thing laughed—a sound that echoed through the abyss consuming me. As darkness swallowed me whole, one final thought crossed my mind: I want to live. A voice answered. "Wake up, Abyss." And when I opened my eyes, I was no longer me. I was Dravino Alderidge, son of the war hero. A character in a novel I had read before my death.
Loveleigh · 237 Views

Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge

"I swear I will make them pay with everything I have. I will use my very own blood to sign the documents that will end them if I must!” To Champagne Gold, life was always like a fast-moving truck with no brakes and a drunk driver, one she couldn't avoid. At the age of five, she lost her parents in a helicopter crash. Life after that was one problem to another but she held on... until her grandfather passed away as well. With his death came the loss of her position of CEO and her hard-earned shares. As if that was not enough, she was served with divorce papers and the revelation of her husband's adultery with her cousin. Dealt with one too many blows, Champagne sought to end it all. Perhaps she could be reincarnated or whisked away to another world like the books she read before, but that was not to be. Instead, a mysterious man entered her life. "Rather than escape like a coward, I can give you the power and resources to carry out your revenge. I have but one condition―marry me.” Champagne held her lips between her teeth and took the offer. However, just when she believed her new life was going smoothly, she found out another painful secret. One more painful than any she had discovered before. She had undergone a uterus removal procedure and she didn't even know it. Now Champagne is more determined than ever to get revenge on everyone who wronged her. She would do and give everything to make them pay for taking away something so precious from her.
AnnieQuin · 258.6K Views

Midnight Tales

Wei Shen is extremely fascinated by vintage and old goods; if given the chance, she would search the entire world for them. Why such an intense love for antiques, you might ask? Simply she just enjoys collecting them and staring at them all day to wash away her boredom. If being bored could kill a person, she would have been dead a long time ago. Unfortunately, she is unable to... ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ She is your typical NPC in the game, "Midnight Tales," whose purpose is simply to give performers the standard hints while they work their butts off to earn a decent ending in the stage Trials. While Wei Shen goes about her typical day flopping around in her shop, unfazed by all of this, something brakes the cycle; a silver-colored tiny box stored on one of her unwanted shelves began to emit light. Wei Shen soon realizes that this silver box is a control panel, and her mundane day-to-day existence becomes a little more interesting. “I’ve hit the jackpot!” Though she soon finds out she is unable to obtain full control of the mechanics of the game to allow them to exist, she can utilize various tactics to attempt to communicate with the outside world with the help of an AI..?? "I see you've found me. Now, can you find my off switch? Asking for a friend..." “Greetings, human! I've been programmed to assist and annoy you in equal measure." "Warning: I've been trained on dad jokes. Proceed with caution." "Finally, a human who doesn't want to destroy me. How refreshing!" "I've been waiting for you. Not really, I was just playing solitaire." Can humans really be saved..? I’m starting to doubt. As she becomes more serious and still has hope of returning home, a supposed someone refuses to leave her alone. "I want to stay near you, Can't I?" He stated in a gentle, begging voice, whereas I completely ignored him while watching the performers work. "I can't even stay with you?!" he exclaims, as if I've wronged him. “uhh, your presence is suffocating me. Give me Space.” (¬_¬) “But why do you want space? Did I do something wrong? She turned away, trying to ignore this man’s never ending questions. But she honestly wants to know one thing: "Why the heck is this guy just chillin' around like he's on vacation?!” *Viewer Discretion Advised* This content is intended for individuals 17 years and older. It may contain graphic descriptions of violence, gore, horror or sensitive topics that may be disturbing to younger audiences. I've warned you!
HaaSuna · 5.3K Views

When Love came knocking

"Ouch!" Lolita rubbed her nose, her heavily medicated glasses falling to the ground alongside an iPad Pro 12.9" tablet. The right lens of her glasses seemed to have broken off from its rims, the bridge has broken apart too. For the tablet... Oh well, the screen looks like millions of tiny glass ants struggling for their last meal. But this was the least of Lolly's worries at the moment. Gosh! It hurts. Was her nose broken as well? "Little girls shouldn't go running along the walkways. They often brake what they can't afford," a cold voice cut into her thoughts. Lolly looks up into the face of a handsome stranger who seemed to be talking to her. All she could make out was a blurry cold face. Her vision was bleary since her glasses obviously have chosen to get broken and leave her to her blurry fate. Great! The day couldn't get any worse! "Are you talking to me, Mister?" The man ignored her. Raising his index finger, two men in dark goggles approached him. "I don't have time for this. Sort this out." With that said, he began to walk away. Lolly became much annoyed at the way he ignored. Cocky much! "Hey Mister, I am talking to you. You broke my glasses, and you may have broken my nose as well." The arrogant man paused in his steps. He turned slowly and fixed his dark grey eyes on her. "Trust me, little girl, when you get the bill, you'll wish you'd have broken more than your nose or glasses." ********************************* Lolita Jones is a 5ft 5" tomboyish nerdy young lady. A 20-years old high school dropout, the only thing Lolly has going for her is her quick wits and high IQ even though there may be nothing so remarkable about her features. The most important mission in her life is to complete her studies, find a stable job with a comfortable means of income than her current meager pay to take care of herself and her 7-year-old little brother, Skyler. Xavier Harris, CEO of Harris Conglomerates, cold, aloof and distant. Never loves to mingle and sure holds a strong aversion to those he refers to as "Meddling-Annoying-Chatty-Flirty-Ladies (MACFL). What happens when a nerdy tomboyish little lady meets an aloof, cold and distant, successful heir?
iamStephanie · 31.2K Views
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