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Hip To Be A Sandman

How To Be A Proper Villain

From a very young age, he's lived his life under the watchful eyes of unseen beings. They could not physically interfere with his world, but they had ways to make his life hell. Maybe it was by fluke or they wanted to give him a break, but he managed to live a life, free from their scrutinization for 11 years. And just when he thought life could only be better from this point on, he died. In a terrible accident caused by someone he cherished. But orchestrated by those who desired him, or his soul… By sheer luck, he had caught the eye of one of these higher beings. And was blessed with the gift of a second chance. He was transmigrated to another world, the world of a novel he was obsessed with. And it is through this incident he manages to figure out the secrets of his past life, and the lives before that. The reason he was monitored so strictly, treated as a quality source of entertainment. All he wanted was a peaceful life, with the freedom to do as he wished. All he had were the people around him, who were continually taken away from him. Although unwanted, he cherished his second life. But then the peace was short-lived, and fate brought them all back, one by one. And once again, he was back to the same old scrutiny. But is it always that easy? To have all you want just because you possessed the power to do so? What if, just what if that helpless soul treated as nothing but an efficient source of entertainment, somehow possessed such power as well? Would they be let off? Yes, after all his whole existence was to create a good show. But why not pay back to his audience in equal measure, and yes, show them all, how to be a proper villain.
Onetimehero · 5K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 7.7K Views
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