Slam Dunk Sakuragi

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

You feel it too, don't you? our connection?" he says. Maybe it's because he speaks so little, hearing his voice thrills me. Goose bumps spread over my flesh and i shiver. I'm sure he saw it. There's no way he could have missed it. My cheeks flush and i look away from Anthony's insistent gaze, backing up only to slam into Asher's chest. His arms encircle my waist and by the moon goddess it just feels so right. "I...i don't know what you're talking about" "Really baby?" Anthony steps forward so i'm sandwiched between them. "My bad then, i guess you're just cold" he says, eyes flicking down to my chest. I am mortified. The Blood Moon Alphas are the most feared and powerful in the land. They are rich, dominant and everyone in their path fears them. But there are some quite alarming rumors about them. It is said that they don't have a mate and they were cursed by the moon goddess to be alone forever. Until they met Anita, every belief about the false rumor was instantly vanished. They knew she was the one and she also knew they were the one for her. How could that be? Could it be a mistake? But there was only that feeling when she met them. Anita is sweet, kind and naive and they are all rough, dominant and possessive. Two opposites. Can their love stand the test? Read through this fierce story of romance, betrayal and hate. Protecting their pack and also defeating the villains on their way to a happy ending. Will they win the battle? Getting their happy ending at the end of the day or will this lead to total chaos for Anita and her loved ones and the total destruction of the Blood Moon pack. Will Love and Fate conquer or will this be a never ending cycle of pain and betrayal?

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

#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.] ---::--------------- Show some support by:- 49 comments= 1 extra chapter. 50 power stone= 1 extra chapter 20 Golden tickets= 1 extra chapter. 1 magic Castle= 7 extra chapter. Thanks you.

Because of her husband, Megan Ashton went to prison. Inside Prison she learnt everything they could ever be, and she became known as the Female Sovereign. Master of Medicine. Master of martial artist, and the most wealthy woman in the country. When she became of prison, she thought everything was going to live happily ever after, but her husband slammed her with a divorce paper, forgetting all the good deeds Megan had done for him. Megan just smiled in her mind. “I will pay you back”

Five years of marriage filled with love and devotion, she exhausted herself day and night for him, only to meet a tragic end unwillingly. Upon rebirth, she throws a divorce paper in front of him, "Divorce!" "Fine!" The man, enraged, slams the table and makes a call to the secretary. Five minutes later, Aurelia Shaw receives a message on her phone, "Mason Nightshade, are you crazy! Why did you transfer all your assets to my name?!" The man pretends to be pitiful and loosens his tie, "Wife, I'm now penniless, please take me in." Damn~! Can someone tell her why this guy seems like a completely different person after her rebirth! (This is a dual rebirth story. When the reincarnated female lead encounters the reincarnated male lead, the cold male turns into a warm loyal puppy. In the past life, you ignored my love; in this life, the male lead starts a long journey of tirelessly pursuing, loving, and pampering his wife with no limits.)

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. ＊ Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. ＊ Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.

Copyright 2023 (Webnovel Version) by HETEROhybrid All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. The following details in this story was based on the author's discretion about names, places, and events. Any resemblance to actual people or settings were just purely coincidence. The plot itself should not be associated with any forms of duplication by any means through electronic or mechanical methods without the author's prior approval to do so. Disclaimer also that Slam Dunk series belongs to Mr. Takehiko Inoue.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

Grace Harper has always been an outsider—raised in a wolf pack that never truly accepted her, adopted by an alpha with too many secrets. When her ex-boyfriend leaves her for his mate and the truth of her adoption comes to light, Grace knows she has to leave… or die trying. But her path to freedom slams into the Lycan King. Cold, powerful, and burdened by the ghosts of a past he refuses to share, Caine doesn’t want Grace in his world. He doesn’t believe she belongs in any world but her own. And yet, with fate tethering their souls, his control begins to crack. Grace never asked for his protection. She never asked to want him, either. But something ancient is waking, and the deeper she dives into the truth of her past, the more she realizes: maybe she was never meant to be free. Maybe she was meant to change everything. Starting with him. ---- *Grace of a Wolf* is the slightly unhinged romance between a human girl with inconvenient human morals and her mildly sociopathic fated mate—who also happens to be the Lycan King and has the emotional intelligence of a rock. Thankfully, their dangerously magnetic bond is (barely) balanced by found family chaos, a buttload of magic, and a fated mate connection that might actually kill her if they touch. Oops. Just when you think you’re reading *yet another werewolf story*, the plot and worldbuilding sneak up behind you with claws, teeth, and actual stakes. It’s slow-burn, emotionally messy, and laced with the kind of tension that could kill—or kiss—you. --- **WARNINGS:** R18: Smutty smut smut. Also, dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery. A **slow burn**, spicy wolf shifter urban fantasy romance with a lot of random plot trying to knot-block everything. When the spice hits, please read responsibly. Thank you~ [WSA 2025 Contest Entry]

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

"A contracted marriage might be the real key this time, Dear father-in-law." I whispered into his ears with a smirk while he suddenly moved me to his front and slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock as I contemplated if that was a yes. Forced into an arranged marriage, Paula never expected to actually fall in love but then experienced the greatest betrayal of her life by one of the two people she trusted the most. Pregnant, broken and murdered, she swore revenge and pleaded for a second chance at life. This time she was going to hit them where it hurts and it was going to begin with her ex-mate's father or so she thought.

Join the discord: https://discord.gg/Wrn5DNvD ---- 'Nina?' The thought hit me before I even really processed who it was. Nina Shoka from my class. She was just walking along, probably listening to music, totally unaware that this car had lost control and was sliding right toward her. I didn't think about it. Didn't weigh the pros and cons or consider my options. My legs just started moving. I dropped my phone and sprinted toward her. The car was maybe three seconds away from hitting her when I slammed into her side, pushing her as hard as I could toward the sidewalk. She went flying, landing hard on the concrete but definitely out of the car's path. Me? Not so lucky. The impact felt like getting hit by a train. One second I was pushing Nina to safety, the next I was flying through the air. Then I hit the ground and everything went wrong at once. I couldn't move my legs. Couldn't really move much of anything, actually. There was this weird warm feeling spreading across my chest and stomach, and when I tried to breathe, it felt like drowning. 'Well, this sucks,' I thought, staring up at the sky. 'Guess that's what I get for being a hero.' My vision started getting all swimmy and weird, but I could make out Nina crawling over to me. She had pulled out her earbuds and there were tears streaming down her face. "Why did you do that?" she kept asking, over and over. "Why would you do that?" I wanted to shrug, but my shoulders weren't really cooperating. It seemed pretty obvious to me - she was in trouble, so I helped. That's what you do, right? Nothing fancy about it. She was talking to me, saying my name a lot. I didn't realize she even knew my name, to be honest. We had been in the same class for like three months and I don't think we had ever actually had a conversation. "Kofi, stay with me, okay?" she was saying. "You're gonna be fine. The ambulance is coming."

He was a nobody, as long as he remembered. Marrying into a wealthy family was a reward for saving an old man years back. But the moment the old man died, tables turned, and not in Nathan’s favor. Everyone hated him, including his wife. They scorned him and reduced him to a servant. Then one day, his wife slammed the divorce papers in front of him and said, “You never really had a place in this family, much less, in my heart. Sign the papers and get your pathetic self out of this place. I and the father of my unborn child need to start a family.” The woman he had not touched was sleeping with another man, and she was so proud, slapping her infidelity in his face. Nathan took that as the last blow. He signed the papers and left with nothing but the dirty, torn clothes he wore. Wandering on the street, he heard an alarming scream from a girl calling for help. Without thinking, he confronted the bunch of goons assaulting the lady. But who was a weak, ravenous man against the trained and armed goons? He tried his best, managed to help the girl escape, but that left him lifeless… Except that a strange miracle happened. His blood touched a ring he always wore… Memories came rushing in in waves… Revelations jogged his memory, bringing his identity and everything he stood for to realization. He stormed back to life with a fire that would leave his enemies bleeding.

In the endless void, a soul drifts, unlike most. It clings to its memories, shielding them from the universe's corrosive flow, bound by an unyielding vow whispered from the depths of its consciousness. This soul is drawn to a world teeming with life, yet cursed by the shadow of a relentless war. A conflict that born from the decisions and ambitions of powerful beings. Soul awakens to a new life in this very world, thrust into the heart of the chaos. With its first breath, the crushing weight of powerlessness and despair slams into it. This is the story of a journey forged from nothing, a slow climb to the peak, fueled by a vow that refuses to be forgotten and a wrath that will break the destiny.

From being a sex slave to the mafia lord’s favourite, follow the story of Mina Angel, from being a sassy girl to the mafia lord princess. Aaron Vertercio, the mafia Lord took a liking to Mina, he’d do anything for Mina to be his sex slave, even if he had to make Mina and her sick mom homeless and suffer. “What, I woke up like this” Mina said. “ Go back and change princess!” Aaron growled “ Why?” Aaron walked towards her, the aura was enough to send a shiver down someone's spine Mina was slammed against the wall, and Aaron locked her in his arms “Remember this, you are mine and mine alone”. You can follow me on Discord; _Mckenzie_

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

In the heart of modern Delhi, where chaos hums beneath every honk and silence carries secrets, Aarvi Kapoor feels everything—too deeply, too precisely. A brush of cloth, a whispered lie, a door slammed miles away—her skin remembers it all. But when her once-normal life begins unraveling with visions she can’t explain and memories that don’t belong to her, Aarvi realizes this is not just sensitivity. It’s something… more. As she drifts through grief, betrayal, and the stillness of loneliness, chance encounters pull her into a quiet storm of others like her—each one tied. Strangers who seem drawn to her, yet connected by invisible threads stitched long before they ever met. But not every thread leads to safety. When old friendships turn hostile and mysterious powers awaken, Aarvi is forced to confront a past that hides more than pain—it hides purpose. Haunted by a girl in a coma, stalked by shadows no one else can see, and entangled in a connection with two boys—Rishi, the soulful musician who hears truth behind every word, and Tanav, the quiet photographer who sees things yet to come—Aarvi must decide: Is she meant to hold the threads together… or is she the one meant to unravel them? Some threads heal. Others cut. The sixth? It never lets go.

He opened his eyes and found himself back in 2010, as an Arsenal youth player on the verge of being eliminated. Fortunately, he had a proficiency panel to rely on. From 【Strength lv1】 to the earth-shattering 【Muscle Maniac lv5】; From 【Running lv1】 to the absolutely overwhelming 【Lightning Speed lv5】; From 【Long Shot lv1】 to the brutal 【Tomahawk Cannon lv5】! In this era of shining stars, where Messi and Ronaldo were about to become the absolute best, he joined hands with Professor Wenger, destined to write a new footballing legend. Years later, when he looked back, he found that he had grinded his way to a full-fledged, peerless, and glorious Grand Slam! He was known as – The Football God!

"Really? Sweets? You're taking this 'food is the way to a man's heart' a little too seriously." Kwon sneered. He went to grab a cookie from the pile but Luna moved the plate away from him. He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking that she was acting childish. Reaching with his left hand, he made a move toward the plate. What she didn't see was that his right hand was in position with the plate moving right towards it. "Better luck next time." He smiled as he took a bite of the heart-shaped cookie. Adam came back and grabbed another cookie. As he ate, he looked around. "No water?" An idea hit Luna. She fished in her bag for the spare love potion that she had stored in a water bottle. It was completely full and the lid was tightened enough that it could pass as a brand new, unused bottle that she just got out of the machine. "Here you go. I just happened to have an extra." He gratefully accepted the water then he and Kwon walked off toward the coach. Luna slammed the plate into the arms of a confused Carl. It worked. The plan actually worked. She was so excited that she could start dancing at any moment. "Don't celebrate just yet." Isaac pointed to where Adam and Kwon stood talking to the coach. Kwon unscrewed the lid to his water and took a drink. Fear seeped into her. She was positive that Kwon did not have a water with him earlier. She looked down at Adam's hands and saw that he no longer had the bottle filled with love potion. "No!" . . . "Luna? Why are you looking at me like that?" Kwon asked, his expression turning funny the longer she stayed silent. "Why were you watching me?" Why did she ask that question?! There were a million questions floating in her head, and that one wasn't anywhere near the top ten. Kwon unfolded himself from the wheel. Running a hand down his face, he avoided her gaze by looking out the window. "Because it's hard to not watch you." His voice was steady even though he had seemed reluctant to answer her.

Died once? Unlucky. Died twice? Suspicious. Got dumped into a new world as a six-year-old chakra-deficient orphan? Now that’s just rude. Meet our unlucky protagonist: once a modern-day rich guy with a loving wife, two kids, and a garage full of mid-life-crisis cars—until fate slammed the brakes with a truck. Reincarnated again in a world where everyone can absorb chakra from the air like free Wi-Fi… except him. Yep, our boy’s basically running a cultivation emulator on potato specs. But fate's not completely cruel—he’s gifted a Tutorial System by a fed-up god who’s tired of watching him die like an NPC. The catch? It nags more than a grandma and upgrades slower than a government app. With a half-drunken master who forgets mid-lesson, a world where punching mountains is normal, and a chakra system locked tighter than grandma’s candy jar, can our accidental cultivator rise to greatness? Or will he die a third time—this time from embarrassment? Brace yourself for absurd power levels, epic fights, weirdly wise drunkards, and the slowest glow-up in cultivation history. This isn't your usual "chosen one" tale—

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

Destiny Ganzon is the epitome of a perfect heiress. She is beautiful, intelligent, and doted by her father, Alejandro, the Real Estate Magnate of the country, until one day, her mother died, and everything changed when his father remarried. Excerpt: A loud smack! "How dare you ruin my reputation, Destiny?" Alejandro asked after he slapped his daughter. That was the first time he used force on his only hier. "Dad, you have to believe me, it wasn't true, you raised me well. Do you think I will do something like that?" She asked back, caressing her beautiful face. "No, this time I had enough of your lies; your stepmother was right; you are only a nuisance and only bring shame to our family!" He angrily responded. "I had warned you. I will disinherit you. You will not receive even a single cent from me, and you must leave this house right now, or else I will ask the guards to drag you out!" He added before he turned his heels and walked away from his study with the loud slamming of the door. One scandal led to another, and what she couldn't accept was her first love and childhood sweetheart, Red Galvez, was part of their betrayal. Destiny's world crumbled, and she couldn't believe her stepmother and stepsister finally succeeded in planning her downfall. With a broken heart and no choice, Destiny left their mansion and lived an ordinary life with her nanny, the only person who never left her side. She pretended to forget her old life and started living and embracing the mundane world. Still, she promised herself that she would do everything to make her enemies, including Red, pay the price of their betrayal. But it was more complicated than she thought since her father was brainwashed with his wife and stepdaughter, and they made her life a living hell. Years later, Destiny met Red again, and he was still the same hot and gorgeous. On top of that, her ex became one of the highest-paid attorneys in the country. All unwanted memories came rushing back to her. Destiny hated him with all her heart, but Red promised to help her win back what was rightfully hers. Can Destiny forgive Red and trust the hottest attorney to claim back her inheritance without breaking her heart?