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Louis The Beloved

The Sacrifice of the Triplets - The Omega's Fate

"Your world is about to change." A voice whispered to me. I turned around but everywhere was dark and I couldn't make anything or anyone out. "Who is there?" I called out into the darkness. "I'm a friend Arin, no need to be frightened." The soft voice called out to me. "What do you want with me?" I questioned, my senses on high alert as I could feel the person moving around me in circles. "I don't want anything from you. I'm here to help you." The woman revealed and my brows furrowed in confusion. "Help me?" I asked. Arin is an omega born into the Bloodfang Pack, a role she’s long accepted but never fully embraced. Growing up with her best friend Siena, who dreams of becoming Luna, Arin has always been overlooked and dismissed by those around her, especially the Alpha’s sons, the triplets Kael, Jaxon, and Rowan. However, on her 18th birthday, everything shifts when Arin learns that her mate bond has been forged with one of the triplets. The triplets, each with their own distinct personalities and goals, are drawn into a tangled web of competition, love, and duty. Arin’s bond shifts between them, causing tension and uncertainty within the Pack. But Arin’s journey takes an unexpected turn when she learns of her true heritage: she is the descendant of an ancient royal bloodline, and her powers are linked to the Moonwell, the Pack’s most sacred and powerful source of life. As the Moonwell begins to fade, Arin’s destiny is revealed. Only she can restore the Moonwell and save the Pack, but doing so means losing her mate bond forever. The battle for the Pack’s future escalates when a betrayal leads to a civil war, and one of the triplets sacrifices himself to protect Arin and restore balance. With the Pack’s survival hanging by a thread, Arin must face the harsh reality of her choices and what it means to lead.
joel87josh · 17.7K Views

I Became the Beloved Junior Sister in a Den of Villainous Senior Broth

When Xu Nian woke up, she found herself inside a cultivation novel she had just finished reading. All she wanted was to live quietly as a background NPC, munching on melon seeds and watching the drama unfold. But fate had other plans—she ended up as the only junior sister in a den full of future villains! Her senior brothers—First, Second, Third, and even Fourth—were all destined to either rebel against the sect and plunge the world into chaos, or be “righteously eliminated” by the protagonist squad! —How was she supposed to survive this?! What she didn’t expect was that these infamous “cold-blooded, cruel, and mentally unhinged” villains would turn out to be ridiculously doting on her. First Senior Brother: “Who dares touch my little sister? Come on, I’ll give you a head start.” Second Senior Brother: “Someone bullied her again? Fine. Let’s just destroy the entire sect.” Third Senior Brother (smiling gently): “Don’t cry. I’ll go slaughter that spirit beast and make you soup.” Fourth Senior Brother (narrowing his eyes): “She ignored me today. Want to see it snow over the whole sect?” Xu Nian: “…Calm down, I just sneezed.” And so— While other cultivators fought monsters to level up, Xu Nian was being pampered like a precious treasure by a bunch of villainous senior brothers. While others endured life-and-death tribulations, hers bowed before her, even the heavenly lightning dared not strike too hard. But over time, she began to realize: maybe her villainous brothers… weren’t so villainous after all? The plot of the novel began to drift off course. The protagonist squad wavered, the “Child of Destiny” hesitated… Xu Nian: “Wait a minute, this isn’t how the story’s supposed to go!” Senior Brothers (in unison): “Exactly. You are our true destiny.”
青焰悟灯 · 1.7K Views

Ruins Of The Glory

(currently editing) If you blame the victim, then you stand for the perpetrator. — "You say a word and I'll step back. Tell me not to touch you," Louis murmured, his own control slipping as he admitted to his profound yearning for her touch. "Get away from me," she managed to whisper. "Mean it, Verena," he persisted, the insistence in his voice urging her to make a definitive choice. His hand advanced, inching closer to her neck, his touch lingering there momentarily before retreating, a delicate dance of desire. For a second, silence hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken tension. Then, as if her inner turmoil had reached its peak, the words spilled from her lips. "I fucking hate you," she spat out. Without further hesitation, Verena surged forward, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck. In an instant, her lips crashed against his. — Verena Bradbury's life took a treacherous turn after a fateful party. Little did she know that her innocent decision to enter a villa with five strangers would result in her becoming a criminal and spending four years behind bars. Upon her release, Verena was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against Arriana Vandeleur and her accomplices, who had framed her. Determined to tear them apart, she meticulously plans her revenge. However, in a cruel twist of fate, Verena suddenly found herself burdened with heavy responsibilities she never could have anticipated: she was forced to become the wife of Louis Heisenberng, the most handsome and youngest billionaire in their country. Louis, driven by his dark obsessions, kidnapped Verena and enforced their union by forging their marriage certificate without a trace of hesitation. In a chilling race against time, Verena fought against the shackles of her forced matrimony and plotted her daring escape. As Verena delved deeper into Louis's world of privilege and power, she unravelled a sinister web of secrets and deceit. With each shocking revelation, Verena's determination to bring down her captor intensifies, no matter the risks involved. In "Ruins Of The Glory," Verena Bradbury found herself trapped in a thrilling rollercoaster ride of lies, betrayal, and desperation. Will she be able to break free from her nightmarish entrapment and expose the truth, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her? -Author's Books- WILDBLOOD (ongoing) Ruins Of The Glory (ongoing) Thee Spark (coming soon)
ashk29 · 160.5K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 31.9K Views
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