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Bound by Blood:A romance novel

"Ahhh!" The screams of Selene echoed through the night as Lucian's claws tore through the silver chains binding her wrists. He positioned himself closely and growled, "You are mine now. If you think you'll escape, go ahead. I'll catch you anywhere." Exiled and betrayed by her own coven, Selene Nightshade thought she had escaped the deepest ravine of her past. But when Alpha Lucian Bloodclaw captures her, this ruthless leader of the werewolf clan becomes her captor, her tormentor, and her fated mate. Prophecy binds them both and neither wants it. Selene is thrown into the hotbed of a deadly game of power, obsession, and survival. Lucian rules with a heavy hand, his heart hardened by betrayal. He regards Selene as a pawn in his game of dominance, a weapon to cement his control over vampires and werewolves. But, fate entwines their lives and defines where the line between hatred and desire stands as the shadows of their past life emerge. But danger lurks beyond the fortress walls. His scheming brother, Darius, and the cunning witch, Raven, have their own plan for Selene and the prophecy which ties them together. Dark secrets are unearthed, and Selene is forced to choose between fighting for her freedom or becoming entwined in a ghastly bond with the man who could either be her greatest ally or her total undoing. In a world bent on betrayal, passion, and dark obsession, Bound by Blood spins a compelling tale of fated love on the brink of destruction. Will they destroy each other, or will the bond tying them save them both?
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When revenge rules

As I turned to leave, the unthinkable happened. Her anguished voice pierced the air like a dagger, echoing in pain as tears streamed down her face like a relentless waterfall. Her words shattered my heart, forcing me to confront the monster I'd become, a reflection of the darkest corners of my soul. "How could you, Daven?" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion, each word a fragile whisper that cracked with despair. "I trusted you, I gave you everything my heart, my soul, my everything. I sacrificed my family, my wealth, my reputation... all for you, all because I believed in you. And now, I've lost everything because of you. You've taken my heart, my dignity, my sense of self-worth... You've destroyed me, leaving me a hollow shell of what I once was." As her words hung in the air, a deafening gunshot rang out, shattering the silence like a sledgehammer. The sound was like a physical blow, leaving my ears ringing and my senses reeling. My vision blurred, and my eyes rolled back in my head, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling before me. The world around me went dark and silent, as if the gunshot had ripped away my ability to hear and see, plunging me into an abyss of nothingness. In the chaos that followed, a fleeting glimpse of light appeared before me. For a moment, I saw my mother again, her face radiant with love and warmth, her presence a gentle breeze on a summer's day. The light enveloped me, filling me with a sense of peace and longing. But it was short-lived, and the darkness closed in once more, leaving me lost and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
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"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 118.8K Views
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