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Sweeping Him Off His Feet

Warning… Matured content!! "You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. *** Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted. "What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?" "When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"
Lili_drea_ · 46.2K Views

Fragile in His Arms

Elena Delacroix never thought her quiet life as a florist would lead her back into the underworld her family abandoned years ago. Once part of a feared mafia empire, the Delacroixs left it all behind after the loss of their two eldest sons and the trauma experienced by their only daughter, Elena. Now, they only deal in flowers, beautiful, intoxicating, and, if necessary, deadly. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. One night, while making a routine delivery, Elena stumbled upon a crime scene, one she was never meant to witness. As exposed as she could ever be without having a place to hide, she held her breath as a man was executed before her eyes. Just as she prepared to flee, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ruthless mafia boss presiding over the chaos, catches a familiar scent in the air and turned to face her. It wasn’t just any scent, it was one only the Delacroix family could create. And in that moment, he recognizes her as Elena, his childhood sweetheart. The girl who had once meant everything to him and still do. Although, Elena escaped that night, but she didn’t get far as her world was turned upside down when she learnt that her family owes a massive debt to the DeLuca crime syndicate. And Lorenzo had come to collect it. But he doesn’t want just any repayment. He wants her as the repayment. Thrust into a world of power, secrets, and an undeniable attraction, Elena finds herself trapped between the past she can’t remember and a future she doesn’t want. But as long-buried memories resurface and dangerous enemies circle, one question remains; Will Lorenzo be her protector... or the greatest threat of all?
Prea_R · 2.5K Views

Seeking her forgiveness

"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.
FarzanaTutul · 8.6K Views

Extra's Rise: I Introduced Arms In A World Where Magic Is Useless!

After dying as an orphan in a devastating world war, Keith finds himself unexpectedly transmigrated into his favorite novel, Fallen Mages. But instead of a fresh start, he’s thrown right into the chaos of the great war between the Mages and the Negators—a brutal conflict destined to end in humanity’s destruction. Armed with the grim knowledge of their impending doom, Keith braces for the worst. Except fate had other plans. Now living as Elon, the banished prince and forgotten son of the second queen of a struggling kingdom, Keith soon realizes that his presence has shifted the course of the story. And then, it happens— [This Extra has been chosen after a random selection...] [Congratulations, you have obtained the Weapon Summoning System.] "Weapon...? Summoning...? System...?" "You mean weapons like guns and grenades? Like the kind that goes BOOM?!" "HELL YEAH!" With this newfound power to summon modern weapons, Elon discovers that these arms are the only tools capable of striking fear into the Negators and giving his kingdom a fighting chance. From simple guns to devastating missiles, Elon’s arsenal grows stronger with each battle. Determined to rewrite the fate of this war-torn world, Elon sets out to transform his once-weak kingdom into an unstoppable force. Along the way, he questions everything: What’s wrong with conquering other lands if their rulers were never worthy in the first place? What’s wrong with using power to unite the broken? "An AK-47 can't kill the Third Order Commander? Fine...! Launch the Bazooka!" "The Great Archdemon of Death survived the grenades? Summon the Rocket Team and fire the missile!" "A Twelve-Winged Demonic Dragon shrugged off the RPG-7? Let's introduce it to a volley of Javelin Missiles!" Conquering the world won’t be easy, but with his system, unrelenting ambition, and growing army of allies, Elon is ready to take on every foe—and claim his destiny. Join Elon in his explosive journey as he builds the strongest, greatest, and most fearsome kingdom this world has ever seen.
Sixtee · 3.7K Views

Perfect Cut: One Blade to Sever The World in Half

Sultan was absent when the gods divided good-fortune among mankind. So, he should have foreseen the consequences when an attractive and alluring lady gifted him a piece of cutting-edge technology. a rarity that is only reserved for the privileged and wealthy. Before the day ends, as he prepares dinner that evening, the steep price of this gift reveals itself, and it’s one he isn’t willing to pay. Finding himself inexplicably vanishing and transported to a strange and perilous land, Sultan must now confront traumatic experiences, brutal and relentless challenges, hideous creatures, and abnormal individuals with uncanny traits and abilities. What’s more, the hidden side of the world turns out to be far vaster and more mysterious than he ever imagined. While most of the Populace remains obliviously in the dark, The Earth itself has changed: new, uncharted lands teeming with hellish creatures and unique resources have appeared out of thin air. A great and divine-like entity known as The Host has descended, bestowing supernatural abilities upon humanity and subjecting them to arduous, nearly insurmountable trials. As The Host locks its gaze on Sultan , impossible tasks and seemingly unachievable challenges come his way. Even the extraordinary power he receives, while deceptively simple, demands its own twisted atonements. Armed with nothing but his cooking knife, Sultan embarks on a journey that could end as abruptly as it begins or lead him to a place of legend and myth. The choice is now his to make: succumb to the challenges of The Host, faltering as one of its endless failures, or rise above them to carve his destiny in a world transformed beyond recognition.
Atomb · 5K Views

[BL] My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!

My first novel yaey (⁠ノ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ノ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ——— Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow sucked his soul right out and offered him a better life than this. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. He was invited to transmigrate into different realities without any restrictions. It wasn't a Villain system, a Cannon fodder system... it doesn't belong to any category. Just experiencing the worlds should be enough to satisfy it. Furan Shi agreed with one condition. Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’ System: Are you… sure about this? Furan Shi, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) What you'll get: ✓An indecisive (and impulsive) MC ✓Raum ✓Spicy chicken story cards ✓Mother's Eye [Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.] [Yes, the host is always a demihuman, more often than not part animal haha.] [No, the host isn't always an animal demihuman. Could be a stinking goblin if his luck fails him.] [And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] [Might have genderbend later on.. not sure..] I do apologize in advance if this is not your cup of tea. I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed and fast-paced as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... not much face slapping.. ehe..
santaVanilla · 33.6K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.2K Views
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