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Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

She gave up her dream of shining on the ballerina stage —for him. She sacrificed her self-respect —for him. She forgot her true identity —for him. But even after all that, she couldn’t compare to the woman who held Ryan’s heart. Arwen Quinn, heiress of prestigious Quinn family, realized too late that no matter what she did, she would never win Ryan’s love. The future that awaited her was a life trapped in endless misery of a loveless marriage. So, decisively, she ends their relationship and walks away. What she didn’t expect was that in breaking free from Ryan, she had opened the door for Aiden to enter her life — a chance that he had been waiting for. Aiden Winslow, an enigmatic CEO isn’t just mysterious —he is determined, and won’t allow to take Arwen away from him again. ____ Excerpt: Aiden narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure about this?” “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked,” Arwen replied coolly. “Stop dawdling. If you’re unwilling, I’ll find someone else who can get the marriage certificates today.” His expression darkened as he pulled her close. “Once offered to me, it’s mine alone.” Unfazed, Arwen asked, “So, do you accept? If yes, we’ll get the certificates now.” “On one condition,” he said. “I don’t do contract marriages. The woman I marry will be the woman I share my bed with. If you agree, then we’ll—” “Not a problem. Let’s go,” Arwen said without letting him finish, pulling him into the Civil Marriage Bureau.
Scarlet_Shine · 2.1M Views

My world to Free-use

What?! A perfect free-use novel doesn't exist?! ... ... ... So what? Just read this one. ~~ Hehe~~ You're gonna love this, seriously. This is what cooking of three months is like. No degenerate out there can ever come close to my degeneration which helped me create this fantasy book. Milf? I have it. Young? I have it. Boob sizes? Is that even a question to ask. Ass size? Hmmm~~~ My favorite. Whatever you wish for, I got it. So come and follow the degenerate life of Jake\Malcolm, the lucky son of a gun who was finally transmigrated to the world of his desire, using everything in his sight, his family the beginning and the end would be... Well, no idea who the end would be. So stay tuned to find out. ~~ First and foremost, this is a work of fiction. Any mention of a real person or religion is purely coincidental and all the work of my sick imagination. Read it, then decide if you want to stick to it. This is more likely a work of a whim so there might be holes that I might have to fill. Haha. Holes to fill. Anyway, this is more like an idea that progresses as the story does so if you have any fantasies that you'd like to implement, I'm open to them. Just don't overdo so the story doesn't spin too out of control. ~~ The cover's not mine and if the owner wants me to take it down, I'll do so without trouble. Bonus chapters of any sort would be decided upon once the novel goes premium, but before that, there is no schedule update. Just know that there'll be an update every day. Just not of how many chapters. Last but not least, read with an open mind and make sure you don't have any opinion to give until you're well into the story, whether good or bad. That's it. Enjoy~~
erowriter69 · 163.4K Views

I Run the Mafia, But My Day Job is Managing a Korean Actress?

15 years ago, Han Sungjun was a musical prodigy who went missing in Russia due to mysterious reasons. In the Present day, Han Sungjun, aka Alexander Han, is a Mafia Overlord known by the title: Black Wolf, who controls the entire underworld with an iron fist, keeping drugs and certain crimes away from the land of Europe and Russia. However, for the rest of the world and his family, he is a legal consultant to the Egmor group, a multi-billion dollar private entity that majorly manufactures robots and researches AI. But in reality, it is one of the companies he owns. The major contribution of all those things he achieved in his life during the past 15 years goes to the Quantum AI chip installed in his bionic eye, a powerful tool that can hack into anything in the world but causes heavy strain on its user's brain and body. After the death of his father, Han Sungjun returns to his homeland along with his teenage daughter, reuniting with his elder sister, Kang Sae-ri, and starts working with her in the entertainment field. All for the simple reason: His daughter wants to become an idol. Meanwhile, a certain powerful organization from the west is desperately searching for its lost quantum AI technology, and they will go to any lengths to acquire the chip. At the same time, the interpol gets hold of the news that the Black Wolf is in South Korea, and they are looking forward to capturing him at all costs. Sungjun has to be a diligent parent to his daughter, make sure to keep himself from the limelight while working with his sister, evade interpol, hooking up with celebrities in the meantime, all while to climb in the Entertainment field to become a top-tier Celebrity manager.
Krish5061 · 486 Views

The Fire of Madness: Seraphina and Evander's Suicidal Contract

Time: In the near future of 2035, the "emotional apathy" virus breaks out around the world, and humans gradually lose the ability to love and hate. Core conflict: The multinational technology giant "Eclipse Group" has developed an emotion simulation chip, while the underground organization "Seraphim" advocates using extreme stimulation to awaken real emotions. Madness fusion: Cyberpunk x black humor x neurotic aesthetics, using absurdity to fight nihilism. Seraphina Chen (female lead) Surface: Chief "emotional terrorist" of "Seraph", specializes in throwing crying bombs at rich people's parties/holding rock mass in AI churches Secret: Illegal genetic modification in childhood, emotional fluctuations are 100 times higher than normal people (laughing will shatter glass/causing local rainstorms when sad) Behavior madness: In order to sneak into Evander's press conference, he stuffed himself into a giant gashapon machine and rolled into the venue Kidnapped AI priests to hold a confession ceremony for the sweeping robot Evander Blackthorn (male lead) Surface: Cold-blooded CEO of Eclipse Group, who is willing to remove "emotional pollution sources" to promote emotional chips Secret: Suffering from congenital analgesia, relying on self-mutilation to confirm his presence (the inner layer of his suit is sewn with razor blades) Logical quirks: Using mathematical models to calculate the kissing angle: "37.2 degrees is the most ergonomic" Developed a "breakup probability prediction app" but could not calculate the relationship with Seraphina
1269198453 · 952 Views

HOW TO FIND THE BEST CRYPTO RECOVERY EXPERT; USDT RECOVERY EXPERT

I still think about the night the rigged poker site cleaned me out, $315,000 in Bitcoin gone in a blur of stacked decks and shadowy algorithms, I stared at my screen like a rivered gambler watching his last chip vanish. Online stakes had been my livelihood for years, a dance of calculated bluffs and icy nerves. But this? This was a digital heist, a cold siphon of funds into anonymous wallets. My confidence crumbled. I replayed the final hand in my mind, the AI opponent’s impossible straight flush, the frozen “Disconnected” message blinking like a taunt. For weeks, I spiraled: sweat-soaked nights, half-empty bourbon bottles, and a growing certainty that my poker career had flatlined. Then, a grizzled regular in a high-stakes forum IM'd me three words: Cyber Constable Intelligence. “They’ll call the site’s bluff,” he wrote. “Trust me.” I reached out, half-expecting another dead end. Instead, Cybers’ team responded with the focus of aces on the turn. They dissected the theft like forensic croupiers, explaining how the site had funneled my Bitcoin through a labyrinth of mixers, Tornado Cash, Chip Mixer layers of obfuscation designed to bury trails. “Think of it as tracking marked cards through a thousand shuffled decks,” their lead analyst said. Using blockchain forensics and custom scripts, they mapped the coins’ path across 14 wallets, each hop a breadcrumb in the darkness. Fifteen days later, the email arrived: “92% recovered. Initiating return.” I’d spent those weeks pacing my apartment, the air thick with stale coffee and paranoia, replaying their updates: “Tracing output to Wasabi Wallet cluster…” “Breaking Conjoin transactions—stand by.” My poker table sat idle, chips gathering dust, cards fanned out like relics of a past life. But when the balance hit my wallet, $289,800 glowing like a neon jackpot I nearly upended my desk. The next night, I logged back into a private game, my alias flashing in the lobby like a middle finger to fate. Cyber Constable Intelligence didn’t just reclaim my coins; they restored my edge. Their team operates like a ghost in the machine, outsmarting the house at its own game. Today, I play with a VPN-locked rig and a cold wallet even Fort Knox would envy. Every all-in, every check-raise, carries the quiet thrill of knowing I’ve got backup—digital pit bosses who’ll never let the deck stay stacked. If crypto thieves clean you out, don’t fold. Go all-in with Cyber Constable Intelligence. they’re the ultimate hole card, turning rigged games into righteous comebacks. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net
Byne_Henning · 353 Views

Ash Runner

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?
Javu_Anele · 2.9K Views
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