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JÓIA RARA

Na cidade de Verenthia, onde a hierarquia entre ômegas e alfas era marcada por uma brutalidade implacável, Angelo navegava pelas águas turvas da desilusão. Baixinho e gordinho, o ômega vivia sob o olhar severo da sociedade que o considerava inferior. Seus dias eram preenchidos por sussurros maldosos e olhares de desprezo, e as noites caíam como um manto pesado sobre seus ombros cansados. Contudo, a vida de Angelo estava prestes a mudar de maneira inesperada. Uma noite, enquanto caminhava pela rua, ainda repleto de tristeza, ele foi interrompido por um grupo de homens imponentes. Eram os três alfas mais temidos de Verenthia, conhecidos não apenas por sua força, mas também por sua influência na máfia local. Alessandro "Ale" Rizzo, com seu olhar azul penetrante e presença dominante, era o líder, atrás dele, Leonardo "Leo" Bianchi, deslumbrante e sedutor, e Gabriel "Gabe" Russo, o enigmático reservado com olhos castanhos profundos. "Você é diferente," Ale disse, estudando Angelo com uma intensidade que fez seu coração acelerar. "Diferente de todos aqueles que nos rodeiam." Angelo hesitou. Como alguém como ele poderia ser considerado especial? Contudo, os alfas viam algo nele que ele mesmo não conseguia enxergar. Eles o recrutaram para a equipe, prometendo protegê-lo e dar-lhe uma nova vida longe do desprezo que sempre enfrentou. Nos dias que se seguiram, Angelo passou a conviver com Ale, Leo e Gabe. Cada um deles trouxe um novo ensinamento. Ale, com sua determinação feroz, ensinou Angelo a defender-se e a se valorizar. Leo, com seu carisma contagiante, mostrou-lhe a beleza da vida e a alegria de se permitir amar. E Gabe, em sua quietude, ofereceu um espaço seguro onde Angelo podia explorar suas emoções sem medo de julgamentos. Porém, à medida que os laços entre eles se aprofundavam, o passado de Angelo voltou a assombrá-lo. Ele lutava contra os traumas de sua infância, e apesar da proteção dos alfas, a insegurança continuava a atormentar sua mente. Em uma noite de tempestade, sob a luz suave da lua, Angelo decidiu compartilhar suas feridas com os alfas. "Eu só quero ser amado, mas sinto que nunca serei o suficiente", ele confessou, lágrimas escorrendo pelo rosto. A resposta veio rápida e firme. Ale segurou sua mão, olhando fundo em seus olhos. "Você é mais do que suficiente, Angelo. Você é uma joia rara, e nós vamos ajudá-lo a ver isso." Leo se aproximou, envolvendo Angelo em um abraço caloroso. "Você merece todo o amor do mundo, e estaremos aqui, sempre." Gabe, geralmente tão reservado, falou suavemente: "Você é meu norte, e eu nunca vou deixá-lo sozinho." Essas palavras, carregadas de sinceridade e amor, começaram a quebrar as barreiras que Angelo havia construído ao longo dos anos. Gradualmente, ele começou a se abrir, a se aceitar, e a entender que seu valor não estava atrelado à sua aparência ou à opinião dos outros. Por meio de desafios e superações, a relação deles floresceu em uma dança complicada de amor e amizade. Juntos, enfrentaram inimigos da máfia e preconceitos da sociedade, defendendo aquilo que realmente importava: o amor verdadeiro. À medida que os ventos da mudança sopravam sobre Verenthia, Angelo aprendeu a ver a si mesmo com os mesmos olhos dos alfas. Ele começou a se vestir como se merecesse estar entre os poderosos, a erguer a cabeça e a se afirmar como um ômega digno de amor. No final, em uma noite iluminada pelas estrelas, Angelo, agora confiante e radiante, ficou em pé entre os três alfas. Com um sorriso genuíno, ele gentilmente declarou: "Eu sou uma joia rara, e não preciso mais da aprovação de ninguém para brilhar." Os três alfas, em união, levantaram seus copos em um brinde ao amor que os uniu. A vida de Angelo havia mudado, e agora ele não apenas aceitava seu lugar entre os poderosos, mas o fazia com a certeza de que o verdadeiro poder está, afinal, no amor e na aceitação. E assim, em um mundo que muitas vezes parecia sombrio, nasceu um novo amanhecer
ROMANCE25 · 37 Views

My Accidental Harem

#HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED "Willa. Man, that girl. Picture perfect. Like, the kind of perfect that made my teenage hormones throw a full-blown rave every time she walked by. My nightly 'Willa fantasies' were legendary, let's just say. Pure, unadulterated, mind-melting… yeah, you get the picture. So, picture this: me, late for class, scrambling through the hallway like a greased pig. BAM! I slam into someone. Willa. And, oh boy, did I get a show. Turns out, she was going commando. A major, major wardrobe malfunction. And let's just say my body decided to throw its own mini celebration. Instant bulge. Visible. Obvious. Her eyes went wide, a mix of surprise and… was that a smirk? My blood was pumping like a jackhammer. I tried to play it cool, slinking back to my seat in the back. But guess who decided to join me? Willa, blushing like she'd just won the lottery. My heart beating hard. Was she into me? Was this my lucky day? Look, I'm not gonna lie. This isn't some deep, philosophical journey. It's about girls. Hot girls. And, yeah, a harem. Because why settle for one goddess when you can have a whole pantheon? But Willa… she's different. She's the OG fantasy. So, the question is, can I juggle a whole crew and still keep my eyes on the prize? Can I have my cake and eat it too, or will Willa make me choose? Stay tuned, because this is gonna get wild." #HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [PLEASE NOTE] [THERE'S NOT A SINGLE NTR IN THIS NOVEL UNLIKE THE FIRST ONE.]
forgottenvoid · 178K Views

Arcana Machina: hidden class discovered.

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.
Micah_Hailstorm · 42.9K Views

The Price For Loving You

The Price for Loving You Nicolas Blackwood had never been the son his father wanted. In a family of powerful alphas, he was an anomaly—an omega, a stain on the legacy his father spent decades building. Weak. Useless. A mere bargaining chip to secure alliances. That was all Adrian Blackwood saw in him. But Nicolas never cared for power, nor did he crave his father’s approval. His heart belonged to something greater—freedom, dance, the thrill of losing himself in movement, and the people who truly loved him. His mother, whose warmth shielded him from his father’s cold expectations. Lachelle, the best friend who never left his side. And Lucas, the boy who once made him believe in love. But the fragile world Nicolas built shatters when his older brother, Nathaniel, is murdered. His father, the man who had barely acknowledged his existence, suddenly turns his gaze on him. And now, Nicolas has a duty to fulfill. His body, his life, his future—none of it belongs to him anymore. He is to be bound to Caleb Montgomery, the son of a powerful business family. A loveless marriage, a cage disguised as duty. His fate is sealed. Until Dominik Nikolayevich Rizzo steps into his life. The last heir of two great mafia dynasties—his Russian father and Italian mother had built an empire together, their love as dangerous as it was legendary. But love wasn’t enough to save them. On the night before his mother’s birthday, Dominik had left their estate to buy her flowers, only to return to a nightmare. His home engulfed in flames, his parents trapped inside. He had screamed for them. He had fought to reach them. But there was nothing left to save. And Adrian Blackwood had been the one who lit the match. For years, Dominik lived for one thing—revenge. He would infiltrate the Blackwood family, rip them apart from the inside, and watch as their empire crumbled beneath his feet. Killing Caleb Montgomery was just another step in his plan. Taking his place at Nicolas' side was another. But nothing could have prepared him for Nicolas himself. The omega was nothing like he expected—defiant, sharp-tongued, and entirely too beautiful. Too captivating. And in one reckless night, one moment of madness neither of them saw coming, Nicolas' heat drives him straight into Dominik's arms. He claims him. And worse—he marks him. Now, they are bound by something stronger than hatred. A connection neither of them wanted. Nicolas, trapped in the arms of the very man who destroyed his life. Dominik, bound to the omega he was meant to ruin. But the deeper Nicolas digs, the more secrets he unearths—truths his family has buried beneath blood and lies. The real reason Nathaniel was murdered. The sins his father tried to erase. And worst of all… The most dangerous man in his life—the one who led him into the darkness, the one who shattered his world— Was the same man he was falling in love with.
Elinadking · 520 Views

Threads of Time and Steel

Threads of Time & Steel A tale about Love, Magic and Revolution By A.B. Sucrose Marina Eldheim is a brilliant inventor, a woman ahead of her time in a pre-steampunk-inspired empire divided by class and fueled by magic. With her wild curls, grease-stained overalls, and sharp mind, she's known as the Cog Queen, revolutionizing the world with her creations. But even her ingenious inventions can't shake the restless dreams of a man she's never met-yet feels she's always known. Silva Fischburn is a disciplined soldier, a man haunted by his past and bound by duty to the empire that once shunned him and his mother. Rising through the ranks despite endless sabotage, Silva's loyalty is tested when whispers of rebellion threaten to tear the empire apart. But what shakes him most is the mysterious connection he feels to Marina, the inventor tasked with outfitting the imperial forces. When shadowy figures from the slums and the nobility conspire to use magic and manipulation to destroy them, Marina and Silva find themselves drawn together by forces neither can control. As old secrets, forbidden love, and the ghosts of a life they've both forgotten begin to resurface, they must fight for their place in a world that seeks to keep them apart. With the empire on the brink of war and their enemies circling closer, Marina and Silva must decide whether to follow the paths laid before them or risk everything to uncover the truth about their past-and their future. A tale of love, ambition, and defiance, 'Threads of Time & Steel' is a thrilling pre-steampunk epic where magic meets invention and destiny collides with free will.
AB_Sucrose · 4.4K Views

Horror thoughts

Content warning: Horror thoughts She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil. Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil. She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them on top of the back bed in the room with the leftover textbooks. Or maybe she didn’t, maybe she left them hanging off the tiny coat rack, right next to her keys. Wherever she left them it’s too much work to run and find them, especially when the pot might boil soon. As soon as it boils, she’ll put the pasta in. As soon as it boils. The tiny apartment is only temporary, and the only burner fizzles on her. She coaxes it, fights it, begs it to make a bigger flame but it does not, settling proudly for the dull little spark that it is. Blowing on a flame coaxes a campfire; she wonders if it’ll help the stove. Probably not. She watches the blue flame dance and stares right through it. Her phone lights up. She has a notification, another message she’s not going to read. Why bother, when she knows exactly what it will say? Still, she checks the name. She reads the first two letters and flips the phone over, wincing as it lands a bit too hard on the counter. Fortunately, it’s not cracked. Unfortunately, that part of the counter is still covered in uncleaned bacon grease from his disaster yesterday, and now her phone is too. The television buzzes a commercial from the living area, or whatever passes as such. She cranes her neck to check the ad, but it's not selling anything good, just some sort of medical plan for old people, the kind of thing she couldn't afford even if she chopped off both arms and sold them. When she left home, she swore up and down she wasn’t ever going to be the kind of person who left the TV on. She wasn’t going to eat in front of it, didn’t even need a good model really, just something to use to occasionally watch old cartoons and maybe a new show if he wanted to. Now, the TV is always on, always buzzing, always saying something, just a little too quiet to hear. The pot on the stove is still not boiling. She thinks she remembered to top the water off with cold water, but maybe she didn’t. She wonders if throwing in a tablespoon or two now will change anything. Probably not; her greasy phone buzzes again. She flips it over, checks the name, and turns it back down. He’s not going to write her. She knows that. Still, she checks, just in case. Banana bread would probably be a smart thing to make,
Zoha_meer · 1.9K Views

The Purple Princess: Violetta's Crown

...if we do not change the future we shall be compelled to endure it. -Alvin Toffler Synopsis: Violetta was raised to be independent. She was raised to think through her problems, and she was raised to be spoiled. She was the Daughter of a noble woman, and a commoner man. This just wasn’t done in Nobility. Her Mother was proud, cool, and fought the class system from within the nobility. Her Father was also very proud, but didn’t always take credit for the good he did. He was gentle. Violetta was definitely a daddy’s girl. One day everything she thought she knew changes. Her parents' marriage fell apart when the new maid came into the house with her son. Knowing that the boy was not at fault for the grown-ups falling apart around them, she befriends the boy, but still avoids his mother. She had to go back and forth between the houses, and now… Everything is about to change again. It turns out, Violetta is a Princess. How does this young, rocket building, grease monkey become a princess? **** “Just look at it, I have to start all over again anyway. There's something wrong with the kanthal coil over here,” she pointed out a spot near the robot’s chest. “Because when I connect this component to the indutor, I’m getting an adverse reaction.” She frowned, not watching his face at all. She began to get more technical in her speech and movements as she showed him what was wrong with it. At first when he had heard her speak, he thought she was just copying words her father had said. But as she kept speaking about inductors, and vaporizers that will enable the robot to run on steam and sunlight, he became convinced. This little brat really did build this robot. And now she was asking him for advice? How was he supposed to know!? He wasn’t a mechanic or an engineer. He looked at her a little lost, as she looked at him expectantly. He swallowed loudly. “I... I don’t know about robots,” he admitted honestly.
Little_Limerence · 67.8K Views
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