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Anya Grin

Crazy Blood Demon

Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance. I was pretty inspired by ORV to begin with, so if that bothers you you can leave. Because I've been annoyed by people who've read 5 chapters and say it's a copy. The first 7 chapters it's going to be very similar to 40 chapters it's going to be a little bit similar and then not at all. Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.
Morfus · 74.4K Views

His Possession To Claim

“Yes, suck.” He grinned, his voice as smooth as sin. “Because that is among the fastest ways to drive a man nuts. And the noise that comes after that, the screaming that escapes her–they are a song, a hymn to desire. The body proximity, mmmmh, the twin peaks dangling from the supple art, the writhing, the hard thrusts that will have them begging for more, the rounds they would devour over and over again, his big balls that ejaculates at the peak of a climax and the baby that comes after... in most cases. I think that is why they are scared.” He finished off, whispering the last part. Aria’s life was simple; a medical student, a devoted christian and a future she could control—until the night it all fell apart. Tricked, she found herself saving a wounded man who shouldn’t exist. His presence stirred something primal within her, a pull she didn’t understand and a fear she couldn’t ignore. Bound to him by an invisible thread, she couldn’t escape the intensity of his gaze—or the heat of his touch. But nothing could prepare her for the danger that awaited. Forced to accompany him on a treacherous journey, Aria found herself thrust into the deadly politics of a kingdom ruled by a formidable king and his twin sons—one charming yet distant, the other cruelly intoxicating. Amid whispered secrets and simmering tensions, Aria becomes a pawn in a game far darker than she imagined. “You don’t get to decide my future,” she spat, her defiance flickering like a candle against his towering presence. The King’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Your future was decided the moment you walked into my court, Aria. You are mine.” Her pulse quickened as he stepped closer, the rich timbre of his voice rolling over her like a storm. “You will bear my mark, stand by my side, and serve as my queen. Do not mistake this for a choice—it’s an inevitability.” “I would rather die,” she shot back, her voice trembling as his hand tilted her chin to meet his piercing gaze. “Then you’ll die with my name on your lips,” he said, his thumb brushing against her jaw. “You belong to me, and not even death will change that.” The man she travels with hides a past that could shatter her resolve, the twins threaten to unravel her very being, and the king sees her as more than just an advisor—he sees her as a temptation he cannot have. As desire tangles with deception, Aria is drawn deeper into a world of forbidden touches and unspoken truths. In a tale of passion, betrayal, and dark secrets, Aria must fight for her life, her heart, and the truth—before everything she knows burns to ashes.
RyztarInk · 2.7K Views

The bully's redemption

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?
Praizy_7 · 94.5K Views

Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.
QuillMistress · 191.1K Views

Defy The Alpha(s)

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all. *********** With a grin that made her uneasy, he handed the application to her. “Approve this one.” Principal Jameson’s curiosity got the better of her as she took the paper from him, her eyes scanning the text. Almost immediately, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What the...?” “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Asher’s voice was almost gleeful. Fucking psychopath! Jameson could hardly believe what she was reading. “Mr. Nightshade, with all due respect, this applicant….this girl just admitted to—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, still horrified at the explicit nature of the application. Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I’m sorry, but I cannot approve this.” “She’s issued me a challenge,” Archer said, a dark gleam in his eyes. “What?” “‘Wait till you see me in bed,’” he repeated the bold line from the application, his grin widening. “And I can’t wait to find out.” “Mr. Nightshade—” He stood up, cutting off her protest as he fixed her with an intense stare. “Approve the application. I won’t ask again.” Without waiting for her response, Asher strode out of the office, confident she would follow his orders. He always got what he wanted. Archer Nightshade walked down the hall, a spring in his step. For the first time in a long while, he felt alive, his blood pulsing with excitement. The other Cardinal Alphas had no idea what he was up to, but it would soon hit them. He’d just set the game in motion. And the target was Violet Purple. It was game on. Note : This is not your average werewolf story. Eveything you think you know about werewolves would be challenged in this book. And yes, it is reverse harem. Do give the book a try.
Glimmy · 535.6K Views

I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY **CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOO, Julian, the son of Duke Alden and the grandson of Grand Duke Augustus stood Infront of the crystalline ball that emanated mana. The crystal absorbed his mana and started glowing with purplish hue, with a sparks of lightning. "Yes, I have unlocked Lightning Affinity," Julian said, a spark of excitement lighting up his blue eyes. Suddenly, the ball began absorbing too much mana, Julian's eyes widened in horror as the energy swirled out of control, crackling with an intensity that was and terrifying. Just as he realized the danger, the ball erupted in a blinding flash, a shockwave of power surging outward. Julian wasn't hurt, but he felt a strange sensation as a dark mist swirled in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a strange entity, a shadowy figure, slip into his forehead. Then, Julian heard an unfamiliar sound echo in his head: “WELCOME TO THE MILF SYSTEM.” Connecting....Success Initializing.......Success “FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.” , The voice said Curiosity piqued, Julian quickly asked, "Can you tell me more about the MILF SYSTEM?" The voice continued, "Sure, The MILF SYSTEM will help you reach unimaginable power as a mage. You will need to complete the tasks assigned to you and earn points." ********************* MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHART Handjob - 10 Points Blowjob - 20 Points Sex - 75 Points Creampie - 100 Points Threesome - 200 Points Spank - 15 Points Anal - 150 Points ********************* Julian grinned, excitement bubbling up inside him. “Well, if that’s what I should do to be stronger, I guess we don’t have any other choice,” he declared, determination shining in his blue eyes ************** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some smut scene may contain: [Spitting] [Slapping] [BDSM] [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.
author_210 · 1.8M Views

Cursed Bride Of The Damned Vampire King

"I can't be your meal..." Jacquelyn pleaded, trying to reason with the man who was supposedly her husband. His grin widened, curling into a mischievous smile, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. "And why is that?" he asked. Jacquelyn knew she had to use her brain with this one. "I am your wife... you can't eat me," she said, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him. "Makes it even better," was his cold response. Jacquelyn's legs trembled; she couldn't think of any culture or tradition where it was acceptable for a husband to eat his own wife. "And...." "And?" He prompted, with an encouraging sweet smile. "And I'm wet..." -------- Long, long ago, when Creatures of the Night ruled supreme and stood at the top of the food chain, a princess, Jacquelyn Avignon lived in the isolated part of the palace. Away from humans and even her own family. Cursed, they said. Queen killer, they called her. Bad omen, they crowned her. Until she was sent to be the bride of the Vampire King. A vampire king who enjoys his own peace and twisted sense of humor. Living life as the supreme sovereign, finds a princess who knows nothing about his supremacy at his doorstep, claiming to be his little wife. What happens when a cursed princess, afraid of blood, desperate to be with her family and to be loved back, crashes into the peaceful world of a vampire king? Her first target, turn her husband into a vegetarian. What about when Jacquelyn realizes that the world around her is more than just sunshine and good sleep but that hell is empty and the devils are here... in human form? She has to watch her back! For fans of; Forbidden love, dark fantasy, ancient curses and prophecy, strong willed and resilient female leads, grey men, dark humor, betrayals, marked mates, and star-crossed love, this book is for you. Other works by the same author: 1. Kitanna (Completed) 2. A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble With Prince Charming (Spin-off of Kitanna, Completed) 3. The Hitman's Sunshine (Completed)
Pluma_W143 · 251.8K Views

Tangled in Desire

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".
Paula_y2k · 16.2K Views

I am the Protagonist!

Qin Chen, a modern young man, finds himself waking up in a cultivation world, inhabiting the body of a man with the same name. Yet instead of excitement, he feels a deep sense of irony as he delves into the memories of his new body. His fate is a cliché straight out of the cultivation novels he used to read: born into a low-ranking family, orphaned from a young age, poor cultivation talent, and a lover eventually taken by someone else. It all felt like the basic template for a protagonist in a novel! However, unlike weak and slow-growing main characters, Qin Chen quickly realizes something. If this world truly mirrors a cultivation story, then as the protagonist, he is Heaven's favored child, protected by limitless luck. "I am the center of this world, shielded by destiny. What do I have to fear?" Qin Chen thought with a grin. Defying great clans? Toppling powerful sects? Kidnapping royal princesses? All of that is just another day for a protagonist blessed with extraordinary luck. Qin Chen believes that as long as he is Heaven's chosen one, no danger could truly kill him. He has complete faith in the plot always saving the main character at the last second. But unlike the typical cliché protagonists, Qin Chen refuses to be naive, foolish, or soft. He understands that this world is harsh and brutal. Therefore, he vows to move forward with boundless courage, take what is rightfully his, and destroy anyone who dares to stand in his way. Unfortunately, living as a protagonist is not as easy as he imagined. [Ultimate Villain System Activated] [Main Mission: Kill Qin Chen]
abinn · 1.7K Views

Indenture

Gazing lifelessly down at the thin Japanese sword in her clenched hand, the fifteen-year old's dull brown eyes followed each drop of crimson liquid hang off the tip of the sword and land soundlessly on the ground. "Celestia." The voice of a familiar creature reached her human ears. Her gaze trailed up to meet her masters pair and this initiated his anger but she remained emotionless as he began to complain. "What the hell was that just now? I've been training you for the last ten years and I don't remember you fighting with the speed of a snail. I wouldn't have been surprised if these weak demons killed you." The straight black strands of Celestia's silky hair sway slightly under her hood as she stepped off the pile of dead bodies. The sharp weapon she summoned earlier transformed into light, allowing itself to be absorbed by the tattoo on the palm of her hand. The male glared as she disregarded his last words and spun on her heels, intending to leave the sickening scene. "How many times have I told you to not act like that towards me?" His form materialised in front of her, this allowing his long fingers to wrap around her neck. Celestia choked as her body was driven back and smacked against one of the trees in the vast forest. He released her once her face grew pale and watched smugly as she coughed and desperately inhaled as much as oxygen as she could. She bowed stiffly towards her master as soon as she managed to sort herself out. "I apologize, Zerro." His lips formed into a cruel grin and he unexpectedly planted a kick in her stomach causing Celestia to hit against the rough bark a second time. "You are just a weapon…nothing else." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ During a majority of her life, Celestia suffered through misfortune after misfortune, thanks to the demon, Zerro, who tricked her into creating a contract with him. When Han, a new student transfers to her school, he makes it his mission to help lift away her suffering. Will he succeed or will Zerro stop him from doing so?
KHRIKY · 151K Views

Away From My Mr Wrong: Finding Love in Unexpected Ways

"HELLO, lady." The man behind the wheel greeted her as he wound down the window.  "Hop in."  Without hesitation, she opened the door of the passenger's seat and got in. Inside his car was warm. The seats were leather and quite comfortable. She didn't think Maguire's nephew could own such a car. Then, she glanced at the man. He was dressed formally in a gray suit and honestly, he didn't look like the nephew figure. But what did she know? Mr Maguire could have a nephew who was even as old as him. This man was also quite handsome. Didn't look like Mr Maguire one bit. "Did Mr Maguire send you?" She asked and he rested his hands on the wheel.  "Pretty, is that the secret code you girls use these days?" The charming man asked with a smirk. "I almost thought I wouldn't find you or anyone in this weather but I guess it's just my luck." He eyed Charlotte with an interest as he adjusted his necktie. The lady asking if he was some unknown man's cousin as a secret code sounded ridiculous but he wasn't going to be picky. He searched the area and ended up here. This was the only girl he found on the streets so he would make do with this. "Well, if you've been searching for me then I can assume you're indeed his cousin." Charlotte replied. "I can't think of another reason why a sane man would come out on such a stormy and late night."  Then, she got a whiff of alcohol coming from him. "Wait, did you drink? Is this safe?"She asked but sighed and shook her head. "You know what, never mind. As long as I get home, I won't complain. The worst that could happen is you spinning off the road and leading us both to our deaths, and lucky for you, I'm not afraid of dying in a stranger'ss car, so shall we?" This man stared at Charlotte with an amused grin and said, "You've got one glib tongue. I like it." He said and she gave out a fake laugh. "Haha, that's nice." Her laugh fell and she looked at him seriously. "Please, drive." "Alright, you're the boss." He turned on the engine. "I'm Wesley, by the way. What's yours? If you tell me, I could give you a tip." "Good sense of humor, haha! It's funny." Charlotte said, but she wasn't laughing. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling uncomfortable. She entered the rain just to get in his car and so her body was a little wet. Her white shirt had practically become a see-through attire, and her bra was on display.  "You have one appealing look, Miss. Are you sure you're not going to tell me your name? I'm in a good mood so I'll definitely give you a huge tip." Charlotte closed her eyes. Was he such a joker? Did he want her to play along by all means?  Well, she'd just say anything just to get him to shut up.  "You can't afford it." She said.  "Oh yeah? That's such a brave thing to say to someone driving such a car. Is your name more expensive than this?" 'What does this have to do with his car? I just want him to keep quiet already.' Charlotte thought, feeling irritated. "I don't want to waste my breath calling the amount cause you won't be able to pay for it." "My oh my, if your name is so expensive, I wonder how much your service costs. It must be quite a lot, seeing you were the only one standing under the rain, patiently waiting." 'What is he saying now? It's like some old pickup line you'd see in a magazine. Is he really trying to hit on me?' She stared at him. He looked like a casanova, grinning to himself as he drove through the dark. Fine. She would just call an amount she was sure he would never release and then he would shut up.  "You wanna know so badly? Fine. It's ten thousand. Now, stop asking."  As soon as she said that, the car came to a sudden halt which startled her.  "What? Are you crazy?" She asked. "Was it too much of a shock that you had to stop the car?"  "I can't exactly write while driving, can I?" He said and picked out what looked like a checkbook from inside his coat pocket.  He took a pen as well and filled it.  "What are you doing?" 
Kendra_Aura · 26.1K Views

Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?
Chrissie_Swift · 40.2K Views

The wolf and the gnome

Theron and Kael have been inseparable since childhood—a clever, sarcastic gnome and a confident, troublemaking werewolf prince. Together, they’ve terrorized their teachers, stolen cookies from the palace kitchens, and declared themselves “brothers for life.” But when Theron accidentally discovers he’s Kael’s fated mate, he knows the universe must have made a mistake. Why? Because Kael has spent years describing his dream mate in nauseating detail: “Big-breasted, long-haired, and so hot they’d melt snow just by walking into a room.” Theron stares at his reflection. Flat chest? Check. Short hair? Double check. Definitely not hot enough to melt snow. The Moon Goddess must be having a bad day. His solution? Pretend he doesn’t know. Ignorance is bliss, right? Hide, Gnomes were best at hiding. Except Kael eventually finds out. And chaos ensues. “You’re my mate?” “Uh… no, I’m not. You’ve got the wrong gnome. Goodbye!” Theron yells, making a break for it. Kael isn’t having it. He chases him down like a wolf on a hunt. “You think you can outrun me? You’re like, three .” “Four feet!” Theron snaps, before getting tackled. Now, Theron is stuck with a mate who won’t take no for an answer. “You said you like big-breasted girls! Look at me—I’m a twig!” Kael shrugs, grinning. “I’ve decided I like twigs.” “What about long hair?” “Yours is short, but it’s cute.” Theron throws up his hands. “I’m not sexy!” Kael smirks. “Not yet. But give me some time.”
Maya_J02 · 11.4K Views

Last of the Chosen

The grand doors of Edelweiss Swordschool creaked open, revealing a vast courtyard surrounded by towering spires and the impressive silhouette of the castle. Lein stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He adjusted the cloak around him, feeling the warmth of the earring given to him by his father's old swordmaster. As he stepped forward, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, causing him to turn. A fellow student, a girl of his age with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes, grinned at him. "Hey there, new kid! You must be Lein, right?" she said with a playful tone. Lein gave a nod, managing a small smile. "Yes, that's me. Lein von Hrunting." "I'm Elara. Welcome to Edelweiss!" She gestured to the sprawling campus. "Come on, I'll show you around and help you get settled." As they strolled through the courtyard, Elara pointed out the training grounds, the library, and the various towers where students attended classes. Lein couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the school. "So, why did you come here?" Elara asked, glancing at him. Lein hesitated for a moment before replying, "My father believes I might have a talent for being a Spellblade, like him. He arranged for me to study here." "Ah, a Spellblade! That's impressive. You'll be training with the best of the best," she said with a grin. "That being said, you'll be expected to beat them if that is truly your goal." They reached the entrance of the castle, and Elara opened the door for Lein. The interior was just as imposing as the exterior, with polished marble floors and towering pillars. As they walked through the corridors, Lein couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on him. Elara led him to a room with a wooden door bearing the emblem of Edelweiss. "This is your room," she announced, pushing the door open. Inside, Lein found a neatly arranged space with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a window that offered a view of the surrounding mountains. His luggage was already placed by the bed. "Your stuff arrived earlier. We've got a few hours before the welcoming ceremony, so take your time settling in. If you need anything, I'll be around." Elara said, giving him a friendly wave before heading out. Alone in his new room, Lein took a deep breath. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he unpacked his belongings, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges and adventures awaited him at Edelweiss Swordschool. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test not only his skills but also the mysterious power that lay dormant within him. The cloak of anonymity provided by the earring would prove to be both a blessing and a curse in the days to come.
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