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Outlawed Desires: Beyond the Chains

Asher Carter has spent his entire life hiding his true self. In Eldermire—a town ruled by the iron grip of the Council of Purity—being different is dangerous, and some kinds of love are a crime that can cost you everything. Orphaned young and raised under the council’s suffocating laws, Asher has learned that survival means keeping his head down. By day, he works as a waiter at The Gilded Spoon, an elite café where the town’s powerful gather. By night, he dreams of a life where he doesn’t have to pretend. Then there’s Malcolm Hayes—the mayor’s son. Wealthy, charming, and engaged to the daughter of a high-ranking council member, he is everything Asher can never have. To the world, Malcolm is the perfect heir to Eldermire’s legacy of purity. But beneath the polished facade, he's living a life that isn't truly his—while being irresistibly drawn to the quiet waiter he just can't stop thinking about. One moment, they were just two men living separate lives. The next, they are fugitives. Hunted by a town that sees their love as an abomination, Asher and Malcolm’s only hope is to escape beyond Eldermire’s borders—to a place where love isn’t punished. But running won’t be easy. In a world where their love is forbidden and betrayal is inevitable, the question isn’t just whether they can escape—but whether their love is strong enough to survive. --- Trigger Warning: This story explores dark and intense themes. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to: Graphic violence Vigilante justice Homophobia Fear and persecution Life-threatening situations Explicit sexual scenes
Linda_Wilyuhm · 8.1K Views

The Owner Of My Chains

For five hundred years, he remained in the darkness. Raviel, the demon bound to the Vermillion family, had known nothing but chains and silence for centuries. Deep beneath the grand castle, locked away in an underground cave, he sat motionless inside an enormous iron cage, his wrists and ankles shackled by ancient, glowing runes. The magic pulsed with a soft, eerie light, a reminder of his eternal servitude. The air was damp, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. Time had long lost its meaning to him. He had witnessed generations of Vermillions rise and fall—greedy, selfish, and cruel. None had dared to free him, nor had any of them been worthy of his protection. But then, something changed. Far above, within the golden halls of the Vermillion estate, a child was born—the heir of the family. And with his first cry, the chains around Raviel's wrists shuddered. A sharp crack echoed through the cave as one of the magical seals flickered for the first time in centuries. The demon's crimson eyes slowly opened. He exhaled, his breath a whisper against the cold air. "So… the heir has finally arrived." His lips curled into a slow, dark smile. The silence of five hundred years was about to be broken. --- The grand Vermillion estate stretched across acres of land, surrounded by towering walls and an air of untouchable wealth. But within those walls, past the marble halls and golden chandeliers, there was a place untouched by power struggles and whispered schemes—the secret garden. A small boy, no older than four, ran barefoot across the soft grass, his silver-white hair shining under the golden sun. Nao Vermillion, the only true heir of the Vermillion family, giggled as he chased after a butterfly, his tiny hands reaching for the delicate creature. "Careful, young master," a gentle voice called out. Amara, the aging housemaid, watched over him from a distance. She was the only one in the household who truly cared for the child—not as an heir, but as a boy who deserved warmth. Nao turned to her, his icy blue eyes filled with innocence. "Ama! Look!" He pointed excitedly as the butterfly landed on a white rose. Amara smiled, stepping closer. "Butterflies are delicate, my dear. Just like you." Nao pouted, puffing out his small cheeks. "I'm not delicate!" He stomped his tiny foot, making Amara chuckle. "You are," she teased. "But one day, you will grow into a strong young man." Nao didn't understand her words yet. All he knew was that the garden was his favorite place—a hidden world where he was just a boy, not an heir. But deep beneath the castle, locked away in the dark, a pair of crimson eyes had already opened, waiting for the day their paths would cross...
Leachi · 576 Views

Invincible Divine Destiny Selection System

In the midst of swirling possibilities, a question lingered in the air like an unspoken promise: "If you were given the chance to reset the beginning, what path would you tread?" Option One: To revel in the simple joys of life, finding solace in the embrace of solitude, for the paper-thin figure is the epitome of true love. Option Two: To journey into the realm of cultivation, seeking the secrets of immortality, striving to become a legendary sword immortal. Option Three: To immerse oneself in the world of martial arts, carving out a path as an unparalleled grandmaster, destined to reign supreme over all sects. Option Four: To traverse the realms of fantasy, experiencing rebirth as a formidable entity, ascending once more to the pinnacle as a divine sovereign. Option Five: To venture into the dark realms, mastering the arts of sorcery as the esteemed leader of the demonic sect. Option Six: To ascend the throne and rule over all, commanding an empire in the realm of fantasy, for in the divine dynasty, the desire to reign as emperor burns brightest. Amidst this array of choices, Chu Yuan declared with unwavering determination, "I crave the throne. I shall be emperor." Yet, the system interjected, its digital voice tinged with skepticism, "Is it not preferable to live a simple life as a recluse?" "Is it not preferable to be emperor?" Chu Yuan retorted, his resolve unyielding. Silence greeted his response, an acknowledgment of his unwavering determination. "Congratulations, host, on selecting Option Six: to reign over all, in the divine dynasty of the supreme emperor." [Divine Destiny Selection System is launching...]
Dancing Silly Cat · 908.9K Views

Dying Is Not an Option—Tell That to My System!

Synopsis: Lu Chunhe was just an ordinary shut-in from Earth—cowardly, risk-averse, and content with a life of mediocrity. But when he wakes up in the broken, battered body of a notorious fraud in a world of ruthless cultivators, survival becomes his only priority. The original owner of this body was a con artist—an imposter who stole the identity of a noble young master, infiltrated a powerful sect, and spent his days abusing his status. But arrogance has a price, and after provoking the wrong people, he was beaten to death and discarded like trash. Now, trapped in a body on the brink of collapse, Lu Chunhe barely has time to process his situation before a terrifying vision strikes him—a glimpse of the future where the very sect he now belongs to is annihilated in a brutal war. With enemies all around and no allies to rely on, Lu Chunhe does the only thing he can: he runs. He flees the sect, convinced he has outsmarted fate. But fate refuses to let him go. A system—cold, relentless, and bound to his very existence—whispers in his mind, forcing him onto a path of destruction. [Death Event Triggered: Return to the Sect.] No matter how far he runs, the system drags him back, pushing him toward the death flag he so desperately wants to escape. Lu Chunhe isn't a hero. He isn't a warrior. He just wants to live. But against a system that exists only to kill him, survival may be the hardest thing of all.
Ciaran_Godheart · 11.3K Views

Velvet Chains of a Tycoon

[When Prejudice Collides with Fate: Whose Trap Is This Mismatched Marriage?] Qin Ran had always believed that a man still trapped in the arranged-marriage circus at thirty must be either emotionally stunted or physically defective. But the universe had a wicked sense of humor—because the man waiting at Table 11 was a walking contradiction. Lu Sheng was a paradox of elegance and danger. His charcoal suit sculpted a body built for both boardrooms and back-alley brawls. When his gaze locked onto hers, the sharp lines of his face seemed to carve shadows into the air, the room suddenly heavy with the scent of cedar and unspoken threats. “I’m sorry, I think I’ve mistaken the table—” “Sit.” His voice cracked like a whip, freezing her mid-retreat. The glint of his platinum watch mirrored her death grip on the handbag strap. “If we’re both puppets in this family farce… let’s at least make it mutually beneficial.” Three days later, the marriage certificate seared her palm like a brand. She’d told herself this was a calculated escape from her brother’s suffocating household—until their wedding night, when the fresh scar snaking across his ribs screamed of bullets, not business deals. And when Lu Sheng shrugged off his shirt, water sluicing down the defined ridges of his abdomen, his smirk was pure sin: “Clause Three of our contract, Mrs. Lu—no coveting Party A’s assets.” She backed him against the glass wall, her fingers skating over the corded muscle of his spine. “Mr. Lu… does that clause include your six-pack?” [High-Stakes Romance | Marriage of Convenience | Enemies-to-Forced-Allies] — A billionaire with a bulletproof reputation and a vault of secrets. — A razor-tongued medical intern with a talent for unearthing truths. As lies ignite and bullets fly, only one rule remains: In this game of hearts and gunpowder, the first to fall… loses everything.
AmberlynSonnet · 20.1K Views
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