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Monty Python The Knights Who Say Nee

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)
Sharadox_5371 · 21K Views

Dead Girls Don't Say No?

Dead Girls Don’t Say No A Yuri Apocalypse Novel When the world ended, Raven Salvatore didn’t cry. She stole a truck, maxed out her father’s credit card, and built a fortress of stolen goods. Survival was never about hope — it was about hoarding, hustling, and hitting first. Then she met Alara. Beautiful. Dead. And unlike any zombie Raven had ever seen. Alara wasn’t just wandering aimlessly like the others she was aware. Hungry, yes... but for her. Something about Raven’s very existence stirred a sliver of life back into the girl's rotting heart. Armed with a mysterious system that gifts her a private Sanctuary dimension, Raven becomes a new breed of survivor. She doesn’t just dodge the undead. She cultivates food in barren wastelands, stockpiles weapons inside her pocket world, and most dangerously nurtures her own evolving zombie companion. As Raven feeds Alara crystallized nuclei from fallen zombies, Alara begins to grow stronger... smarter... closer. No one warned Raven that love would be the deadliest infection of all. With humanity’s last cities crumbling, the earth poisoned, and mutated horrors lurking in every shadow, Raven has one simple rule: "Don’t trust the living. Trust the girl who would kill for you instead." In a world where survival is bought in blood and sanity rots away like the flesh of the dead, Raven and Alara carve out a life together — violent, tender, and defiantly alive. Dead Girls Don’t Say No is a genre-bending, unapologetically queer tale of survival, devotion, and undead romance at the end of the world. For fans of brutal apocalypse sagas, dark love stories, and heroines who refuse to die quietly.
EverStone · 82.8K Views

Alpha, Say My Name

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~
carmyko · 39.4K Views

Who Says I Can't Be A Villain?

Asher never liked following the rules. In his old world, he was just a regular guy, stuck with the same boring life and no real power. But when he got thrown into a new world, he thought things would finally be different. Instead, he became an extra. Just another background character with no special abilities, no status. It pissed him off. How could he, someone who always wanted to break free and live on his own terms, end up like this again, even in a new world? Then, the System appeared. [Ding] [System implementation process begins; you are chosen to inherit a personalized System. You can choose to become a Great Hero or an Evil Villain. By completing tasks assigned to you based on the path you choose, you can earn mystical rewards, wealth, and power beyond your wildest imagination. Do you accept the System?] Asher stared at the glowing message, his frustration boiling over. Hero? That was a joke. Heroes followed rules, played by society’s ideals, and lived to help others. He’d had enough of that nonsense. “I don’t need to be a hero,” Asher muttered, his voice laced with contempt. “I’ve been held back enough. I’m done with that. I’ll do things my way.” Without a second thought, he clicked on the Villain option. He wasn’t about to waste time pretending to be someone he wasn’t. [Ding] [Villain path chosen. Rewards will be granted upon completion of tasks.] A cold, wicked grin spread across Asher’s face. This was it. No more being an extra. No more following anyone’s rules. Now, he had the chance to take control, to carve out his own future with power, wealth, and freedom. The world would bend to his will. “Who says I can’t be a villain?” Asher whispered, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Let them try to stop me." ***** No NTR , No Yuri
Crimson_Quill · 2.4K Views

Knights of the End

When a young man emerges into a ravaged village, wielding scythes and scarred with a scar, no one knows who he is—or why he fights. His name is Kant. And all he wants is to forget what he once was. But the past never forgets. His life is thrown back into action when a renegade demon makes him an offer he can't refuse. Now, Kant finds himself at the center of a war in the shadows: a demonic hunt for ancient artifacts. These objects grant their bearer powers: some sacred, the fruits of divine relics; others born of dark and forgotten curses. Alongside a team as broken as the world they try to protect, Kant vows to stop the demons from getting what they want. But with each battle, new omens emerge. Each scar, a reminder of what he was forced to become. And each step leads them to a destiny sealed ages ago: facing their own end. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse are riding. And Death is among them. "The best way to deal with the end... is to bring the Apocalypse." — Signed: Death. This is the official English version of my Brazilian light novel, "Cavaleiros do Fim". I'm zXAtreusXz (Gabriel de Morais), the original author, and I'm personally translating and adapting the story into English. The original Portuguese version is available on Novel Mania, a Brazilian platform for light novels. English isn't my first language, so I'm still learning and doing my best to adapt. Feel free to leave comments with feedback — whether about the story or the writing itself. It really helps! Hope you enjoy it!
zXAtreusXz · 7.1K Views

SAY I LOVE YOU

Kimberly est secrètement amoureuse de Jordan Collins, un célèbre basketteur de son lycée, depuis un bon moment. Sa fascination pour lui est telle qu'elle le stalkait assidûment sur tous les réseaux sociaux, que ce soit Facebook, Snapchat, TikTok ou même Tinder. Son obsession est si profonde qu'elle avait même choisi "Jordanlebg" comme mot de passe Wifi, un choix qui s'est retourné contre elle lorsque son voisin a réussi à pirater son ordinateur pour se connecter à son réseau. Mais là n’est pas le pire, son voisin en question se trouve être le meilleur ami de Jordan, et il a maintenant un accès privilégié à la vie de Kimberly et sait presque tout sur ses sentiments pour Jordan. Face à cette situation délicate, Kimberly se demande quoi faire. Devrait-elle prendre le risque de révéler ses sentiments à Jordan au risque d’être rejetée ou devrait-elle garder son secret pour elle-même ? "- Et puis, putain, je te jure que si tu lui dis, je porte plainte pour piratage informatique. - Et moi pour harcèlement. Je suis sûr que ça intéresserait les flics de savoir que tu stalkes les gens. C’est à se demander si tu n'as pas une photo nue de lui. - Ah, ta gueule !", meugle-t-elle, énervée. Bradley glousse, son regard moqueur se pose sur elle alors qu'il s'humecte lentement les lèvres, laissant planer un suspense taquin dans l'air chargé d'électricité. - Ça fait combien de temps que tu es amoureuse de lui?" lance-t-il, un sourire narquois aux lèvres, cherchant à percer le mystère qui entoure les sentiments de la jeune fille. - D-deux ans," répond-elle du tac au tac, sa voix légèrement tremblante trahissant une émotion contenue depuis trop longtemps. Et là, c'est la goutte d'eau qui fait déborder le vase. Bradley éclate de rire, un rire contagieux qui résonne dans la pièce, secouant son corps de spasmes incontrôlables. Puis, soudain, son expression se fait plus sérieuse, son regard plongeant dans celui de la jeune fille avec une intensité troublante. - Merde, t'as quel âge, 15 ans?" lance-t-il, mêlant moquerie et incrédulité, avant d'être interrompu par un soupire agacé de la part de Beverly , qui réplique avec une pointe d’énervement: "Vas te faire foutre!" - Mais plus sérieusement, tu es mignonne et tout, mais..." Il s'interrompt, la dévisageant d'un air critique, son regard balayant son apparence de haut en bas avec une franchise désarmante . "Mais je ne pense pas que Jordan serait intéressé par une fille qui porte encore une culotte Hello Kitty," lâche-t-il finalement, pointant du doigt un détail embarrassant que la jeune fille n'avait pas remarqué. Instinctivement, elle baisse les yeux sur son pantalon, réalisant avec horreur qu'elle a oublié de refermer sa fermeture éclair. Son visage s'empourpre instantanément, trahissant son embarras dans un éclat de rouge vif qui contraste avec la gravité de la situation.
Sylvianna_Assi · 7.6K Views
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