Apron Neck Pain

A weak, powerless boy in a modern-medieval world of monsters, powers, magic, and guns, on his way to become the strongest man in the world, but at what cost...? (WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS DARK, ADULT THEMES)

Kael was a boy shackled by the world around him. He could always feel the strings of fate tighten around his neck ever since he was young. He sets on a self ascending journey to break free from the fate of the world and push forward to his true freedom...

Loving you again is a fate I cannot escape. But getting hurt again is something I refuse to endure. After five years apart, Lily never imagined she would cross paths with her ex-lover again. But fate had a cruel way of playing with her life. She and Alger were bound to meet again—not as lovers, but as the woman handpicked by Alger’s parents. They believed she was the only one who could thaw their son’s cold heart. The wounds of the past, long buried, resurfaced once more. The pain and resentment Alger had nearly forgotten came rushing back. He accepted the arranged marriage—not out of love, but out of vengeance. Alger wanted to pull Lily back into his grasp, to make her pay for the past. Can Lily endure Alger’s cruelty? Or will she once again find herself trapped in an unfinished heartbreak?

In a world where power is determined by the rare Quas Blood, individuals blessed with this lineage can form contracts with ancient entities, unlocking extraordinary abilities. The continent of Mezolith is divided into various nations, each housing powerful nations vying for dominance. Aquarene, Blazzarene, Ignareth and Woodsaw—wield supernatural abilities tied to metaphysical forces. However, chaos looms as the infamous organizations disrupt the balance of power. At the heart of this struggle stands Kaiser Reiss, a Grimknight—a mercenary warrior with no allegiance to the ruling nations. Armed with the power of Alzalel and guided by his evolving abilities, Kaiser seeks to carve his own path while uncovering the hidden truths of his origins. Alongside him, the Grimknights, a rogue band of warriors, challenge the oppressive forces ruling Mezolith. As they battle to uncover deeper conspiracies about the true nature of Quas Bloods, Kaiser and his comrades must decide whether to remain as outcasts or become legends in a world teetering on the brink of war.

Liora’s body ached, every muscle screaming in pain as she lay trapped. Lucian had been watching her silently, his cold eyes never leaving her. When he disappeared into the bathroom, she seized the chance. She was weak, but she had to act—this was her only shot. He returned with a small tube of cream, gently massaging it into her raw wrists. Despite the tenderness, it only deepened her feeling of helplessness. With desperation fueling her, she kicked him back and grabbed the syringe from the bedside table. She lunged at him, but he was too fast. In seconds, he was on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. His grin sent a chill through her. "You're full of surprises," he whispered. She fought to turn her face away as his lips brushed her neck, but his grip was unyielding. He stood slowly, enjoying her torment, then leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "Soon, Baby Girl. Soon."

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

Noah wanted nothing more than to live his own life. Yet everyone was against him. His parents didn't love him and he was often bullied in school. When he thought he had no place in this world, he suddenly appeared in a parallel world where strength ruled over everyone else. In that world, he awakened the lost Night Elf bloodline and ended up with too beautiful wives who appreciated him more than anyone else in the entire world.

Many emotional short stories, which follow a variety of characters with their own ideas and stories.

Kyler was just a introvert devoid of dreams and hopes—until he regained consciousness and found himself in a world ripped straight from a medieval fantasy. Initially Paralyzed from the waist down, in a body that isn’t his but someone's body that they are happy to relinquish to him. He must hide behind a mask of confidence and arrogance to stay safe. To others he's a Strong monster with amnesia, to him he's got to keep bluffing if he wants to live

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

"Dunia ini sungguh luas, rasanya aku seperti katak dalam tempurung", ucap seorang anak berusia 10thn. "Dewa? kuat? apa kau bercanda? jika kau tunduk dan berdoa kepada mereka, berarti kaulah yang lemah tolol". "Pria sepertiku, tidak butuh simpati seekor dewa, INGAT ITU!" .... Akankah dia bisa mencapai tujuannya? Bagaimana jika dia menghadapi lawan diluar imajinasinya? Bagaimana dia akan mengatasi mereka? Mampukah dia mencapai puncak?...

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

"You might be the best killer in the underworld but that is all you are , a killer " Ivana spat out. Alara stayed silent. "A killer can't be a wife much less a mother. So why don't you make things easier for me and disappear. Rae will never marry you and your baby can't be raised by a killer ". she added. She felt a gush of wind blinking but then gasped . Alara had her table knife down on her neck , the coldness of both the steel on her neck and look in her eyes sent shivers down her spine. "Love put the knife down " Rae said to Alara. Ivana gulped still staring into the cold blood thirsty eyes down on her. she didn't seem to want to move . Rae stood up and gently took her hand from Ivana's neck , "Come on , let's get you some cake " he said to Alara. Suddenly her eyes turned soft as she dropped the knife and followed her fiancé off to the kitchen. ......... Sent to kill him but is now carrying his child . A deadly assassin must choose between the father of her child who refuses to let her go ,the organisation that is now threatening her family and the responsibilities of becoming a mother and wife.

Morgan and Dylan have always been at each other's necks ever since they were kids. Dylan only ever bothered Morgan because that was the only way she would ever talk to him. He found her angry and frustrated state cute whereas Morgan found him to be the biggest pain in the ass. A situation leads the two enemies to become close friends but an incident from the past threatens to ruin that new friendship. Dylan is determined to not let that happen though.

Painful memories are like specters tormenting our existence. To face it, we must sometimes make a clean slate of our past and learn to live in the present moment. Unfortunately, it is not an option for Ishizora, who is suffering from amnesia after a fall in the forest. For him, the only thing that still gives a meaning to his life is a familiar voice that urges him to become stronger. Alone and left to fend for himself in the vast territory of Historia, renowned for its omnipresent wilderness and respect for traditions, he will encounter a young girl who will save his life using a mysterious power. During his quest for information to better understand his world, he will learn about the existence of "Geikas" — groups of people passing down ancestral knowledge from generation to generation. This is how the young Natsuki, met in town, will introduce him to the Shinzu Geika, a reclusive Geika that lives self-sufficiently in the forest. He will make new friends in this loving home and gradually adapt to his new way of life, but how long will these carefree days last? The Shinzuites seems to face their own threats… Where will his blind quest for strength lead him? Will the specters of the past ultimately prevail over the present? Profound truths and a terrible drama weigh on his future.

“Who are you?” The women asked to Alex while pointing her stone spear at his neck, then another group came from the trees and bushes behind him. “He looks good” one woman said while licking her tongue and then grabbed him. ”Please... Don't do anything”, Alex begged for his life.

This is my real life story. It is a documentation of my everyday suffering and pain. I don't have anyone to talk to,, so I am using this platform as an outlet.

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

Who's to say that their arranged marriage won't also be a disaster? Isn't love underrated? Love's never enough in a marriage, so why bother with it in the first place? Is it to prove to everybody else that they're different and won't hurt each other?

A young Khan wakes up from a strange dream, a dream where he wore an armor of gold, ivory, and silk. Yet he lays on a mattress of some sort, wearing nothing but tattered rags. It was a dream, right? But it felt so real, the pain of metal piercing his neck, the impact of his dying body on the sandy floors of a world where the sky was a diminishing shade of turquoise, splotched with the occasional light, like a daunting prison cell. What an odd dream that was. (All content in this story is attributed to Deepwoken.)

Dios ha muerto o solo nos abandono.

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The smile of the ‘Queen’ thickened as she heard people applauding and cheering behind her. She looked down at her captive while grazing her thin neck with a bloodied sword.  “Always remember,” she gently cooed, leaning closer to the captive. “The crowd that applauded your coronation is the same crowd that is applauding for you to lose your head.” A wry smile painted the face of the captive as she nodded, “People like a good show.” ✧༺♥༻✧ "They told me l'd find a powerful weapon here, capable of destroying the world or saving it. But they never told me it was you—Little Lycan.” She smiled and crouched behind the injured Lycan, her long fingers tracing his injuries despite his loud growls of protests.  “Don't worry, little one. So what if fate decided our demise? We can always shatter those chains and soar.” ✧༺♥༻✧ “O’ Moonlit Goddess, hear my plea, If my fall is what you've longed to see,  Or if my pain brought misery,  I beg you now, please answer me.  A second chance is all I ask to see.” It was a desperate prayer—one that was answered by the deity herself.  ⟬O’ fragile child who seeks my grace, Your pain is not my wish to place, Beneath my glow, your heart set free,  The chance you crave shall come to be.⟭

Carn wakes up from a vivid dream where he spent a thousand years as a gargoyle, guarding a demon lord's tomb. In this dream, he possessed supernatural powers, including the ability to teleport and instantly kill anyone within range who broke eye contact with him. Heroes, saintesses, adventurers, all fell before him. When he returns to his normal life, things take a strange turn. Carn realizes he still has the gargoyle’s powers, and the world he has woken up to seems different. But adjusting to the new reality is not the real issue. Carn brings back something nobody in this world has imagined. Not only he imports his powers to this alternate Earth, but he also carries over his gargoyle instinct and his hobby. He loves snapping human necks. Whether it's ordinary humans, explorers, super soldiers, cyborgs, mutated beasts, monsters, or mysterious entities from other dimensions, Carn eagerly anticipates snapping their necks, one neck at a time... In secret, of course.

Visceral jolts of electricity course through my veins, sending signals of pain up my arms and even further to the rest of my body, smoking, burning and scorching my upper chest, neck and both of my arms not even giving me a second of rest. With the cold air of the sea gliding over my still smouldering wounds, the stench of burnt flesh invades my nostrils. As my vision starts to blur, my eyes drift towards a flag flying in tangent with the waves, the colours so distinct they still stay with me to this day, a dark crimson, a jet black and frost white being sparingly used.

Title: She Is Me *Genre:Young Adult, Mental Health, Family Drama Synopsis: Maya, a 17-year-old high school student, struggles to cope with her toxic family life, which leads to her developing anxiety and depression. As she navigates her mental health journey, Maya learns to break free from her family's toxic dynamics and discovers her own identity, voice, and strength. Through her journey, Maya confronts the harsh realities of her family life, including her parents' constant fighting, emotional abuse, and unrealistic expectations. Despite the challenges, Maya finds solace in therapy, supportive friends, and her own resilience. As Maya works to heal and rebuild her life, she uncovers a newfound sense of purpose, self-love, and empowerment. Ultimately, Maya emerges from her struggles with a deeper understanding of herself and a renewed commitment to her own well-being. Themes: - Mental health awareness and advocacy - Toxic family dynamics and emotional abuse - Self-discovery and empowerment - Resilience and coping mechanisms - The importance of therapy and support systems

Where's our son?" Draco demanded, pushing Pearl against the wall. His hair stood on end as his claws dug into her neck. She managed a faint smile, her eyes reflecting the pain they caused her. "You shouldn't hide our son from usl" Edgar shamelessly said, running his hands on her thighs. He looked at her and their eyes locked perfectly. "His not your son!... I had sex with different men '' She said and Edgar burst into laughter. "Really? I guess we really did teach you well" He used his claws to tear out her dress. Draco shoved her, causing her to fall onto the bed. She attempted to get up, but their weight was too much for her. "You should be punished," Draco said, removing his belt. She gasped out when Edgar fingers went to her Vagina. She saw the hunger in their eyes, they were so damn horny and sexy, she knew this night was going to be long and painful. *** Betrayed and shattered, Pearl became a pawn in the hands of her stepbrothers, even though they were aware she was their destined mate. After a night with her twin stepbrothers, she woke up in their room, disoriented and unclothed, unable to remember how she got there or what truly occurred. Feeling rejected and humiliated after she fled from them, only to discover that she was pregnant just a few weeks pregnant.