Kingsman Whiskey

Mailah has spent her life searching for something she couldn’t name—until the day fate brings her face to face with her twin sister, Lailah, after fifteen years apart. Raised in separate worlds—one of hardship, the other of elegance—the sisters are finally reunited. Their time together is fleeting… but unforgettable. And then Lailah drops a shattering truth: she's dying. After Lailah’s death, Mailah receives two letters—one revealing a hidden life, the other offering her a choice that borders on the unthinkable. Lailah had been married to a reclusive billionaire who never knew she was ill. And now, she’s giving Mailah the chance to step into her shoes, to take her place in a world of unimaginable luxury—and carefully buried lies. With only a wedding photo and cryptic instructions to guide her, Mailah enters a sprawling estate where no one greets her, no one questions her presence… and no one seems to care that Lailah has changed. Days blur into silence. Weeks pass without a glimpse of the man she’s meant to call her husband. Until one night, the bedroom door creaks open. He walks in—her husband, smelling of whiskey and loss. Tall. Devastating. Tragic. Drunk on sorrow, he calls her “Lailah” with aching tenderness and reaches for her like a man grasping at a dream. His touch sends fire through her veins, and in that moment, Mailah realizes: nothing in Lailah’s letters prepared her for him. He is not just handsome—he’s magnetic, burdened with mystery, and unknowingly grieving a woman who’s already gone. But as Mailah falls deeper into his world—and his arms—she must tread carefully. She is living a lie in the name of love, and the truth could ruin everything. Can a love born of deception still be real? And if he discovers who she really is… will he choose her anyway?

Lisa, a young woman betrayed by love, finds solace in sarcasm and cheap whiskey—until one rainy night, a mysterious best-selling novel literally pulls her in. When she wakes up, she’s no longer Lisa... but Selène Montclair, the elegant fiancée of the novel’s cold and perfect male lead: Cassian Vellmont. The twist? Lisa didn’t fall into a fairy tale. She fell into a story that was never meant to be rewritten—until now. Armed with zero noble manners, a sharp tongue, and absolutely no interest in being Cassian’s obedient bride, Lisa decides one thing: “If I’m stuck here... then I’m stealing the damn plot.” Now, the characters begin to behave out of script. Cassian starts questioning everything. The real author might be watching. And Lisa? She’s about to teach a whole fictional kingdom what happens when a woman with nothing to lose rewrites the rules of love.

Public Enemy. The frenzied era of Prohibition, when whiskey is as precious as gold and bullets as silver. A new chapter in the crime history of Nox—a Republic of Korea Special Forces soldier, mercenary, Mafia tactical instructor.

In the ashes of a devastating world war that wiped out half of humanity and shattered all advanced technology, Earth has regressed into a fractured land ruled by kings, warlords, and shadowy forces. In the year 2170, empires rise again — not through machines, but through ancient power, martial might, and forgotten legacies. In the humble village of Whiskey, in the oppressed nation of Valmora, lives Ananta, a kind-hearted 13-year-old boy, unaware of the storm that’s about to claim his world. When his family is torn apart in a brutal raid led by twisted rangers, and his mother sacrifices herself in a blaze of divine fire, Ananta’s life changes forever. Her final act awakens whispers of an ancient truth — the return of the mythical clan, guardians of the Golden Age who once ruled Earth with divine power. But this is only the beginning. As Ananta sets out on a journey across divided continents and broken nations, he discovers a world haunted by cruelty disguised as culture — where people worship murder, embrace slavery, and sacrifice their own in the name of twisted beliefs. Behind it all looms an invisible darkness, pulling strings from the shadows: a force that wants to erase hope, silence truth, and stop anyone from discovering the forgotten history of Earth and the divine weapons it hides. What begins as a quest for truth and survival becomes a war that spans heavens, hells, and far-off realms of the universe. From rebels to boon hunters, dark kings to god-summoned warriors, Ananta and his allies must challenge fate, conquer inner demons, and awaken powers buried deep within bloodlines. Because that clan are not just a myth. They are the last hope of humanity. And Ananta may be the flame that ignites them once more.

Shen Jiawen has always been the model of control and responsibility. As a top analyst in Shanghai’s cutthroat corporate world, she knows the value of ambition—until the night she loses herself in a haze of heartbreak and whiskey. She wakes up in the arms of a man she doesn’t know—one whose cold eyes and commanding presence leave a mark on her soul. She tells herself it was a mistake. No names, no attachments, no consequences. Until she walks into a boardroom days later and finds him seated across the table—Lu Zeyan, CEO of Z-Tech, a man whose reputation is as ruthless as it is alluring. Bound by a billion-dollar project and an undeniable chemistry, Jiawen and Lu Zeyan must navigate a precarious dance of power and desire. As professional boundaries blur and stolen glances turn into scorching nights, Jiawen is torn between her carefully constructed life and the possibility of something deeper, something that threatens to consume her entirely. But Lu Zeyan is a man who doesn’t understand love—until he meets her. In a world of deals and deception, can a fleeting night of passion blossom into a love that transcends the boardroom? Or will the shadows of their pasts keep them apart? A story of emotional healing, steamy encounters, and a slow-burn romance that proves even the coldest hearts can learn to love.

The Saints We Ain't In Sweet Mercy, sins don’t stay secret—especially when you drink where everyone knows your name. Ember Holmes was the pastor’s daughter… now she pours whiskey in stilettos and wants nothing more than to climb the tattooed, pierced ex-con who owns the bar, Adonis Vega. She swears she’s just working for him—but her fantasies beg to differ. Alena Carter made a pact with her best friend Dax Wilder to hook up if they were still single at thirty. She forgot. He didn’t. And now he’s back in her life, cocky, charming, and acting like he’s got a promise to collect. Beatrix Vale meant to sext her ex. Instead, she sent a very explicit message to the town’s Greek god of a sheriff—Ioannis Kallistratos. Now he’s everywhere, and Beatrix is running out of excuses—and hiding places. Three women. One bar. Zero interest in playing nice. They’re bold. They’re bad. They’re Godless Girls—and their hearts aren’t the only things getting into trouble. -

After discovering her boyfriend’s ultimate betrayal—cheating with a woman from her past and denying her pleasure he so freely gave away—24-year-old Amara plunges into a haze of heartbreak and whiskey. Her night spirals into a fiery, unexpected encounter with a stranger whose eyes smolder with dominance and mystery. Their chemistry is instant, electric, and all-consuming.

“ALERT: Boss’s Instagram just dropped! Caption: ‘Turns out love’s harder to balance than a quarterly report.’ Location: 24/7 bodega with a six-pack.’” The office group chat explodes as Lila Carter slumps on her couch, trying to console her best friend Mia, who’s just been dumped. To lift Mia’s spirits, Lila swipes open Instagram, tapping her boss’s post: “Look at Ethan Voss—Harvard MBA, Wall Street golden boy, face that belongs on GQ covers, bank account thicker than the Fed’s reports. Even he gets his heart broken. You’re not the problem, Mia. That guy’s just blind.” Mia’s tear-streaked face freezes. “Wait… why’d you like this?” Lila’s phone nearly slips from her fingers. It wasn’t schadenfreude—how was she supposed to know? Last night, at 3 a.m., she’d been editing Ethan’s merger docs when his voice note popped up: “Carter, I think I just got dumped.” As his executive assistant of three years, she’d replied with a confused “?”—only for him to delete it seconds later. This morning’s bodega post? She’d hit “like” not to mock, but to check if he was actually okay. A “professional courtesy,” she’d told herself. But Ethan, sitting on the bodega curb in a rumpled suit, staring at his beer can, sees her name in the likes. He chuckles darkly, the streetlamp catching the shadow under his eyes. “So my EA thinks my heartbreak’s a joke, huh?” That’s when the chaos starts. Ethan begins “retaliating” in ways that blur the line between boss and… whatever this is: dragging Lila to a “Heartbreak Expo” as his “emotional consultant,” making her appraise his ex’s “vintage couple’s watches” (which he definitely doesn’t care about), and at the team retreat, grabbing a mic to announce, “Heard someone enjoys my misery? Let’s see how she likes this—I’m better at chasing you than closing deals.” Lila’s finally forced to admit the truth: that “like” wasn’t just a click. It was the crack in a dam she’d built over three years—from the night she’d shielded him from a client’s whiskey-fueled rant, to the mornings he’d left her a hot coffee (black, no sugar) on her desk, to the time she’d cried over a failed project and he’d said, “I’ve got you” (quickly adding, “The team. I’ve got the team”). Now, with Instagram likes as evidence and Ethan’s “revenge” revealing more than he intends, Lila’s about to learn: some mistakes—like a single “like” on a heartbreak post—might just lead to the best thing that’s ever happened to her. “Carter,” Ethan says one night, leaning against her desk, “next time I’m pining, you better not like it. You’re gonna be too busy kissing me instead.”

***“Drakon—” “Say it again,” I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her real name for me, the one she’d whispered the night we'd spent together in New Orleans—not “Dragon,” but the Creole curse that meant storm-bringer. She gasped, her hips grinding against me. “Asshole—” I groaned, capturing her mouth once more. The kiss was a match to kerosene, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Her hands fisted in my hair, lips parting with a gasp I swallowed whole, a taste of lemongrass and rebellion. She tasted like rage and every bad decision I’d ever craved—and Dios mío (My God), I was drowning in her. *** --- In the swamp-rotted heart of Alabama, Drucilla Drakes survives by two rules: stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise—her Bible-thumping, belt-wielding captor—catch her hoping for more. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales, New Orleans’ most notorious runaway—a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with gasoline-stained knuckles and a bounty on his head. He doesn’t do heroics; he does survival. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—wants Dru dead. Louise, armed with voodoo rituals and the wrath of Marinette, the loa who feasts on chaos, wants her broken. The only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a deal: “Her soul or yours.” But the bayou’s traps are relentless: - Dragon’s father hunts his son with a price on his head. - Big Danni, Dru’s estranged uncle and Lou Nwa leader, demands loyalty as his gang fractures. - Marinette’s magic twists allies into puppets, their strings slick with swamp rot. And then there’s Dragon—hands that mend engines and break bones, lips that taste like whiskey and run. He swears he’s too ruined to love her. Dru knows she’s too shattered to let him. But in the swamp’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither one can dodge. As they blaze through the Deep South’s underbelly—cursed bayous, cartel blood feuds, and safehouses reeking of betrayal—they’ll face more than bullets. Dark magic seeps into old wounds. Family secrets unravel like nooses. And the line between protector and predator shatters. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. **Warning:** This is not a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. Contains graphic violence, explosive passion, and a love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab. Will they raze the South to ashes? Or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands?

In a neon-lit city where the night never ends, Selene Voss, a melancholic yet elegant woman, finds solace in the quiet corners of a secluded bar. Dressed in a sleek gothic suit, she carries the weight of a past she refuses to let go of, drowning her sorrows in whiskey and regret. Once a renowned pianist, Selene abandoned the stage after a tragic love affair shattered her heart. The only remnants of her passion are the ghostly melodies she plays on the bar’s out-of- tune piano when the place is empty. Despite her cold demeanor, she is haunted by memories of the one woman who made her feel alive—an artist who vanished without a trace. When a mysterious woman enters the bar one evening, bearing an uncanny resemblance to her lost love, Selene is forced to confront the ghosts of her past. Is she a second chance at love or just another illusion brought on by the haze of alcohol and longing? As the lines between reality and memory blur, Selene must decide whether to take one last drink—or finally let go. A story of heartbreak, longing, and the search for something real in a world that feels like a dream, The Last Drink is a melancholic yet passionate tale of love, loss, and the hope of finding light in the darkness.

Sometimes the biggest prize is the heart you never meant to win. Callie Monroe had never planned to leave Bandera, Texas. Her roots ran deep in the dusty trails of her family's ranch, where she grew up wrangling horses and chasing sunsets. But when her mother was critically injured in a farming accident, the hospital bills stacked higher than hay bales. Her father—desperate and proud—demanded a sacrifice Callie couldn't make: marry the well-off widower next door, a man twice her age with a cold smile and controlling ways. With the help of a childhood friend who'd made it to the city, she packed up her boots, dreams, and barely enough cash to get by…and moved to New York. There, she found work behind the bar at a dive in Brooklyn, pouring drinks, dodging creeps, and sending every spare dollar back home. She wasn't looking for love, but when she heard of a game show that paid winners handsomely, she couldn't resist. But she sure as hell didn't expect a game show to change everything. Grayson Wolfe was a tech genius with the instincts of a wolf. He turned a teenage startup into a billion-dollar enterprise long before he was legally old enough to drink the whiskey he now sold in bulk. But when his father passed away, the old man's will came with a cruel twist: Grayson had to marry—and stay married for one full year—before he could legally inherit full control of the Wolfe fortune and family conglomerate. He didn't need love. He needed a name on paper. A bride. A loophole. In a move that shocked his board and delighted reality TV producers, Grayson entered a high-stakes televised dating show, ironically seeking a convenient partner. The premise? Win the game, win a partner…and a hefty cash prize. He didn't care about the money. He just needed someone willing to sign the damn papers. Armed with charm, wealth, and arrogance, Grayson assumed every woman would be throwing herself at him. Until the redhead in the red dress rejected him. Callie Monroe wasn't dazzled. She wasn't impressed. She hated 'controlling,' and that's what the man was; she couldn't understand why everyone wanted him. Yes, she wanted the money, but not when her pride and dignity were on the line. Grayson had never been humiliated, and so publicly; Callie intrigued and annoyed him, and somehow, he knew that their paths were still going to cross, and he would make her pay for her insolence. What happens when Grayson turns out to be Callie's boss at her new office? Their connection soon spirals into a dangerous game of desire, denial, and a deal that might cost him everything…especially his heart. He had everything… until her.

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

When an AI system takes over Cleveland under the guise of promoting wellness and happiness, a paranoid dive bar owner and his eccentric patrons accidentally become the last holdout against algorithmic oppression—armed only with whiskey, bad jokes, and a mysteriously sentient jukebox. --- Tag:- urban fantasy, AI, paranormal bar, found family, slow burn mystery, dystopian humor

Sofia, reeling from her fiancé Julian's infidelity with her step-sister Rachel, finds herself lost and heartbroken. In a whiskey-fueled night, she crosses paths with Liam, a mysterious and enigmatic figure from her past. As Sofia navigates her shattered heart, she awakens in Liam's estate, surrounded by memories of their complicated past. Regret and introspection overwhelm her as she realizes her mistakes and the depth of Liam's devotion. With a newfound understanding, Sofia seeks redemption and a second chance. But Liam's hurt feelings and guarded heart pose significant obstacles. Can Sofia make amends and reclaim their lost love, or will the scars of her past prove insurmountable?

Lucas Kane is a man trapped in a gilded cage of his own making-a successful corporate lawyer whose sharp suits and sharper tongue mask a deep, gnawing emptiness. Nights bleed into one another, lost to whiskey and fleeting encounters that leave him hollow and aching. The ghost of the man he used to be-the one who believed in love and passion-haunts him relentlessly. Then Elena storms into his life: a fierce, unapologetic tattoo artist whose art is as raw and chaotic as the emotions Lucas has long buried. She doesn't offer salvation or easy answers-just a mirror that reflects his fractured soul. As their worlds collide in a charged dance of lust, power, and brutal honesty, Lucas is forced to confront the truth he's been running from: is he chasing freedom, or merely spiraling toward self-destruction? Between Shadows and Ink is a gritty, evocative exploration of flawed humanity, the scars we carry-both visible and hidden-and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, change is possible

In a city where time never sleeps and memories rot beneath neon lights, Kai lives like a ghost, half-alive, half-forgotten. His apartment is a mausoleum of memories: peeling walls, cheap whiskey, and a chipped teacup that mirrors the fracture lines running through his soul. He’s not searching for salvation. He’s just trying to make it through the silence. Years ago, on a rain-slicked street stained with blood, Kai’s childhood ended in a single moment of violence. What followed was a life lived in shadow—foster homes that blurred together, abuse swallowed like bitter pills, and a growing silence he wrapped around himself like armor. But even silence cracks. When his past begins to resurface—through dreams, through encounters, through the scent of rain—Kai is forced to confront the truths he buried under years of numbness. The memory of that night claws at him, vivid and merciless. And as his grip on the present begins to falter, so does the wall he’s built around himself. This is not a story of hope. Not yet. This is a story of survival. Of memory. Of a man staring into the void of everything he’s lost—and wondering if it’s too late to crawl back into the light.

When Rolex was only five, his world was shattered—his father, a righteous advocate, was brutally executed for challenging a powerful don. His mother and sister suffered a fate even crueler, their screams forever etched into his soul. Yet, for reasons unknown, the gang chose to spare him. For twenty years, Rolex lived in fear, haunted by relentless nightmares and the suffocating weight of his past. Every shadow felt like a threat, every scream a reminder of his helplessness. But fear can only hold back a man for so long. The day finally comes when something inside him snaps—the terror is consumed by rage, and in its place, a demon is born.

As the author of this book I should give a fair warning: the first chapters are a scam!! Okay, let me explain. The character that you most likely think is the protagonist, is not the protagonist. Why? Honestly, idk, I just felt like doing it. Makes the story feel more realistic and approachable because every character is worth something. The story follows a male lead, Ju Min-Jung, who at one point in his life was a normal middle-aged man from Korea. He gets transmigrated to a world called Einar as Lychipher Klein in which becoming quote-unquote a "god", is not just possible, but relatively common. Years have gone by in a flash and Lychipher has enjoyed a simple and laid-back life, going by the nickname of Whiskey. The story starts when a contracted guild summons the lovecraftian inspired eldritch entity known as Dietrich, which fragmented itself into several variants born from chosen women. The fragments each have the distinct feature of white hair and can be released when the variant is killed. When all the variants are killed each fragment will be fused allowing Dietrich to form in Einar. This quickly escalates into family feuds, mystery, mystism and the occult. Questions emerge perpetually the instant one is answered, mysterious forces are at work pulling the strings behind closed curtains and fate seems to be the greatest for of all.... What to expect: Firstly is the world of Einar. It's a world entirely fictional so don't try to wrap your head around the timeline because I honestly just smashed several themes that I liked together. Originally, I chose for late 16th century baroque and renaissance, but later I also added elements of the western victorian era, the wild west and more. Now the next thing to expect is probably not something you'll appreciate much, and that is slow pacing. I know, I know —you're probably screaming "whyyy!?". But it's best for the story to play out the way it should, ya' know- instead of rushing it. Besides, going for a mysterious factor demands slow pacing because otherwise the mystery is short-lived.

"You are.....a mystery, unreadable"she says, daring him with her eyes" you don't scare me Vic" He chuckles coldly, playing with the glass of whiskey in his hand ... "Mi belle, your eyes tell a different story " She huffs angrily " your father fucked you up so much that you feel like everyone is out to get you ...." "Don't mention that man in my presence" he roars pushing back his chair. And there it is, the lion hidden in his eyes. Only the cold bastard that gave him life can unleash the beast within him.... A deadly game of fate and bonds, a young man's desire to quench an inner thirst , it's root course is a mystery that has consumed him for as long as he can remember.

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.

...his hands slipped around my waist slowly as he pinned me to the wall...our faces.. only inches away from each other... his lips slowly collides with mine and ...it wasn't our usual kiss...it was hot and heated... I didn't even realize when a moan escaped my lips... "Tell me when to stop" he whispered in his husky devilish voice... Was he crazy? I never want him to stop... never!! he gently carried me up allowing my legs wrap around his slowly....he carried me up all the way to our room. I knew it was going to happen...I know it....

Warren arrived at the hotel, his heart racing as he got to the roof. Panic seized him when he didn’t immediately see Anastasia. As he moved closer to the ledge, he finally spotted her—lying dangerously close to the edge, her body slack and seemingly on the brink of slipping into unconsciousness. The sight of the empty bottle of pills and whiskey shattered something inside him. “Oh, Ana,” he whispered, his voice thick with anguish as he approached her. But then, in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, he saw her body begin to roll off the edge. The horror that gripped him turned his blood to ice. Without a second thought, Warren launched himself over the ledge after her, diving headfirst through the night air. The wind roared in his ears, but he moved with the precision of a bullet, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. When he finally caught her, relief surged through him. Cradling her tightly in his arms, he expanded his angelic wings, the pure white feathers cutting through the darkness as he propelled them upward, away from prying eyes. Outline: After the loss of her mother and the abuse she receives from her stepfamily, Anastasia finds herself living in a world where grief and betrayal are commonplace. She turns to her childhood best friend and first love, Bastian, for consolation. But after a tragic accident leaves him in a coma Anastasia's world crumbles when Bastian is in a car accident. Warren, a mysterious angel, enters her life just when it seems hope is lost. Because he is harboring secrets that may change everything, his presence is both comforting and unsettling. Her life will never be the same. Book 1 of 3 Angel's Redemption Angel's Redemption: The Forbidden Child Angel’s Redemption: The Final Celestrial War

"No one will ever love you, do you think you deserve love? no you don't..." "I love you, and I'm not ashamed to say it .." "The truth is... everyone deserves love..." love, that mystical force that binds bodies today... love, that sensational feeling...that language that everyone knows...well I don't think I deserve it...at least not ever... That was until I took a cup of this intoxicating black whiskey...Grey Hampton

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

32 years ago, in the continent of Gaia. Tales were told and passed down generations to another about a man who brought an idea of freedom to the whole continent. He opposed the Empire because of the way they rule and created a revolution that will make great changes. He became the leader of the New Revolutionary Government that he made. He led every people in the continent to revolt against the Empire to free them from poverty, and slavery and to create a new republic government. For that, he was called of being the world's most wanted criminal rebel, Gorv The Havoc. However, after numerous defeats, he turned himself and later was arrested by the Empire. His final words that were said before he was been executed in public which drove countless men to revolt. This man made all of these events possible and changed the entire history of Gaia and the reputation of the Empire. There is no other than this man Gorv Von Dracci who had it all. Fame, wealth, and power. He who carries the title of a Kingsman and is the 1st world's most heinous bandit chief who became a rebel leader in the entire generation.

"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spits, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper falls from the Alpha's lips, Kamil growls and bites his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two men involving light kink & submission . If a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

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