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March Comes Like Lion

Living Like A Hell

Kali Eufracia Isvara A highly skilled assassin, a student at the prestigious De Lahnnel University, is tasked with a mission of profound personal significance: to avenge her mother's murder. This undertaking, however, proves to be a crucible, forging an unexpected transformation within her. Her relentless pursuit of justice leads her to a young woman whose plight unexpectedly softens the assassin's hardened heart, fracturing the icy resolve born from years of training and fueled by a burning desire for retribution. The path to truth is fraught with peril, complicated not only by the intricate web of deceit surrounding her mother's death but also by the staunch opposition of her beloved, whose allegiances remain a source of both comfort and agonizing uncertainty. The mission, initially a simple equation of vengeance, evolves into a profound exploration of morality, empathy, and the elusive nature of justice itself, forcing the assassin to confront not only her adversaries but also the very essence of her being. Averja Zhykiel Creuio A brilliant and exquisitely elegant young woman, flourishing academically at De Montel University, finds her spirit wounded by the relentless barbs of mockery. Seeking refuge from the cruelties of her peers, she contemplates a transfer to the more prestigious De Lahnnel University, hoping for a fresh start. Yet, fate intervenes in the form of an unexpected and electrifying encounter with another woman. This burgeoning romance ignites a passion that thrills her to her core, promising a future brimming with love and understanding. However, lurking beneath the surface of their idyllic connection is a significant obstacle, a looming problem that threatens to shatter their newfound happiness and test the strength of their bond to its very limits. The question remains: can their love withstand the storm that gathers on the horizon?
Yxenni · 574 Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 37K Views

Lions of tomorrow: rise

Lions of Tomorrow is a gripping political thriller set in a post-apocalyptic future where only 25 "nations" remain after global collapse, pandemics, and warfare caused by the onset of the great breakdown(2039-2046). Amidst the ashes of the old world, after the aftermath period(2046-2052) Japan now as the "True Japanese Republic" stands as one of the "okay nations," led by the National Liberal Party (NLP) from 2048, with its imperial family desperately trying to regain power. At the heart of the new national order is the Lainson Program(LP) a government initiative controlled by the Lainson agency(LA) designed to mold the next generation of leaders who will shape the future of Japan. But this program is more than just education it's a battleground of ambition, loyalty, and survival. In a world fractured by power struggles, the Lainson program(LP) is the ultimate proving ground for the nation’s youth, where rival factions and hidden agendas collide. Akira Ryu, the son of a runaway imperial princess and a key member of the NLP, is thrust into the program with the help of his fathers friend after the tragic deaths of his parents, which he believes were no mere accident. With a cunning mind and ruthless ambition, Akira seeks to manipulate the Lainson Program to his advantage, using it as a stepping stone to take control of Japan. But in his quest for power, he faces a network of enemies both within the program and beyond it who are equally determined to shape Japan in their own image. Among Akira’s potential allies are Kiria, an engineering prodigy and heir to one of worlds last remaining giant companies, Kaito, a fiercely loyal boy seeking revenge for the loss of his family, Yu, a brilliant economist with a dark past and Hayato, a mysterious boy whose parents’ disappearance is tied to the very foundations of the Lainson Development Committee. As Akira navigates the dangerous political landscape, he must decide who to trust, who to betray, and whether he can achieve his goals without losing his humanity. But as power shifts, alliances shift with it what was once considered impossible may be the only way forward. The future of Japan and perhaps the world will be decided by those who dare to rise from the ashes of the old world. In a world where nothing is as it seems, the true lions of tomorrow will emerge not from the battlefield, but from the shadows of the Lainson Program.
Hantertheemperor · 4.6K Views
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