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Head Over Boots

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.
MG_Ramsey · 15.7K Views

The Descent and The Magician

“If I told you she was a goddess, you’d be wrong. If I told you she was the darkness itself… you’d still be wrong. She’s much more— And she makes eternity feel like home.” Rowel is a wandering, flamboyant magician with a coat full of tricks. With a mind stitched together from the memories of others—a patchwork identity held together by forbidden magic and sheer audacity. He trades in secrets and stolen recollections, paying the price of memory with pieces of himself every time he wields his dark powers. has never feared the unknown. Until he met her. Ravenne is her name—an ancient, eldritch being draped in human skin and sovereign silence. Worlds crumble where she walks, stars dim when she dreams. She has never loved. Never cared. Never flinched. But when Rowel stumbles into her realm by chance—or fate—fate-the performance begins, one he'd done before. From cursed kingdoms to collapsing realities, from magical toy soldiers to royal horrors hidden beneath gilded halls, their journey spirals into something neither of them expected: intimacy, madness, and devotion. As Ravenne slowly lowers her godlike veil and Rowel sheds his clownish smile, the boundary between human and divine begins to fray. But when grief bleeds into vengeance and forbidden rituals awaken ancient darkness, only one question remains: Can such an attraction survive a descent into something far beyond gods and men? ...or will devotion turn into destruction, when even eternity becomes too fragile to hold them?” ______________ "It feels much safer with you, Ravenne," "Safe... near me?" There was a note of incredulity in her tone. Not mocking or cold. Just curious. "I’ve unraveled worlds with less reason than a blink." Her hand lingered, fingers grazing his cheek, featherlight. Almost reverent. "Yet you curl beside me like I am shelter." She knelt—elegantly, terrifyingly quiet—and placed her forehead to his for a moment. "Then rest. If I am the reason you feel safe... then let that be true. Just for you." Rowel Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512311876714496/3iJhigbhVJsffiN8kcVvA.png?ex=684b6c6c&is=684a1aec&hm=dba220d7331a3ebe996a1345ea73c3d37de4d1da936414ce9646ff004988da13& Ravenne's Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512352355942430/EX8F4tjrGg8urZ4ulugJA.png?ex=684b6c76&is=684a1af6&hm=d16db7d29ca3448a9e455e88879615a5093f23e40a47e43cc3a9b970671cf022&
AlenHope · 9.8K Views

The Shadow and the Starlight

On her 21st birthday, Eira Thorne’s hidden mark awakens—and the first thing it does is murder a man. When the silver crescent brand on her wrist flares to life in a burst of lethal starlight, Eira becomes the prime target of: The Shadow King’s Hunters, who carve out magic-users’ hearts. The Forgotten, monstrous beings who whisper that her blood *belongs* to them. Something worse—the parasitic voice in her head that claims it’s her true soul. Her only ally is Kaelan Dain, a lethally charming Shadowmancer with a debt to the king. But as bodies pile up and Eira’s visions reveal fragments of a past that can’t be hers, she realizes: She’s not the hunter. She’s the sacrifice. CORE THRILLS: A MAGIC THAT REMEMBERS WHAT SHE FORGOT Eira’s power isn’t just awakening—it’s rewriting her. The more she uses it, the more she loses herself to visions of a celestial massacre she couldn’t have witnessed… because it happened 200 years ago. A LOVER WHO MIGHT BE THE KILLER Kaelan’s shadows hide brutal truths: his "cursed brother" is actually the Shadow King, and his mission was never to save Eira—it was to deliver her to the slaughter. But the way he looks at her now? That’s not part of the plan. THE FORGOTTEN’S GAME The creatures stalking Eira aren’t mindless monsters. They’re fallen gods, and they’ve been waiting for her. Their taunts crawl under her skin: "You didn’t escape us, little light. We let you go." A HEART THAT ISN’T A WEAPON—IT’S A TRAP The ancient crystal called the Heart of Vaelis offers the power to destroy the Forgotten… but using it comes with a sickening twist (think Annihilation’s psychological horror meets The Cruel Prince’s bargains).
abdur_rouf · 11.7K Views

Princess, Please Stop Talking in My Head!

I was born this way on Earth. With her voice in my head. I didn't know this wasn't normal. I was born this way in Heaven Realm. With his voice in my head. I didn't know what was normal. ----- I knew the voice in my head belonged to a woman. An annoying Princess. I knew the voice in my head belonged to a man. A low-race Human. ----- I wanted to touch her, hug her and maybe make her laugh. I wanted to touch him, hug him and annoy him so that he won't look for other girls. ----- I turned my planet upside down for her dreams. I ravaged the Heaven Realm for his well-being. ----- I, a person born on Earth, I foolishly thought it was enough to live with just her voice. I was lying myself! I am a princess in the land of the Gods, I thought I could stay happy forever with only his jokes. I was lying myself. ----- Can I go there with the magic I received from her? Maybe I should escape from this Realm and go to his planet? ----- If I go, can I break the cage that restricts her? If I go, can I make him live longer, a mortal? ----- As a low human being, can I have such big dreams? As the Princess of an Immortal Family, can I start a war against all the gods and escape to his house? ----------------------------------------------- *Other Tags : Monster Girls, Corruption, Incest, Lewd, Depravity, Magic, Perfect Harem, Mind Corrupt, Mind Control, Mature Content, Abilities, Slave, Bloodline, Dark, Villain, Blood, Sin, Action, Fantasy, Kingdom Building, Romance, Action, Adventure, R18, System, Weaktostrong, Harem, Superpowers, Sliceoflife, Dragon *No NTR *Not Recommended for the Young Audience! *Writer: Tolunay *Translation: Doğa *Editer: Emma (It's not her real name, she is weird lol ) *  Other Names; 公主,请不要再在我脑子里说话了! Gōngzhǔ diànxià, qǐng bùyào zài zài wǒ nǎo zhōng húyán luàn yǔle! (Chinese) پرنسس، لطفا در ذهن من صحبت نکن! (Persian)  Принцесса, пожалуйста, прекрати говорить в моей голове! (Russian) Prenses, Lütfen Kafamın İçinde Konuşmayı kes! (Turkish) ------------------- *Cover isn't mine. All rights and respect reserved to the original creator!
Tolunay · 3.1K Views
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