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Reachwater Rock Second Door

The Second Embrace

**Mark** was just an ordinary, awkward teenager, deeply in love with his childhood friend, **Alice**, from afar. But his future was anything but ordinary. He survived an unimaginable eon, navigating a cosmos ravaged by **colossal empires, shadowy alien threats, and relentless galactic wars**. He witnessed humanity's desperate struggle in a **Dark Era**, pushing the limits of **advanced technology and biological potential** just to exist as mere pawns. He fought, he endured, and he touched the very edge of oblivion against a **Forbidden Legend** capable of erasing entire timelines. In his final, cataclysmic stand, empowered by the last, desperate secrets of humanity’s pioneers, Mark was granted an impossible second chance. Now, flung back to his youth, armed with a **mysterious chip** that supercharges his mind with insights from a future that almost was, Mark faces a new, beautiful reality. No longer content to simply exist, he's driven by an unshakeable desire to protect **Alice**, the girl who became his last thought before the void, and his first reason to live again. This time, he'll fight not just for survival, but for love. Witness Mark's passionate journey as he transforms, mastering advanced knowledge from a grim future to protect his precious present. Can a love rekindled across time avert a coming darkness, or will the echoes of cosmic horror find him even in this new beginning? Dive into a story of profound love, thrilling technological advancement, and a hero's unwavering promise to safeguard his future, one gentle touch at a time.
ruben_boneth · 2.9K Views

The Second Bride

In the shadowed heart of the kingdom of Arvenhall, where noble blood hides monstrous secrets, Anna becomes the second wife to a man from the most powerful noble house in the land—the Evans family. Though they are not royalty, the Evanses are close enough to it, holding a grip over the court that rivals even the King’s. To the public, they serve the crown. But in private, they may be the ones ruling it. From the moment Anna arrives at the Evans’ manor, she knows something is deeply wrong. Perfection isn’t just expected—it’s enforced. Every word, every smile, every silence feels staged. Lord and Lady Evan, regal and cold, are revered and feared across the kingdom, their influence stretching far beyond their estate. No one crosses them. Not even the King. And the King... he is distant, untouchable, watching. A man whose tragic past should have broken him—but didn’t. Rumors whisper he’s just a figurehead now, but others say he’s simply waiting, biding his time. The truth? No one knows. Except perhaps the Evans. Or perhaps he knows more than he lets on. They are each other’s shadows—caught in a silent war of power and secrets, with Anna now in the middle. Then there’s her husband—the man who chose her. Too quickly. Too deliberately. His devotion is obsessive, his gaze lingering, his touch possessive. He claims to love her. But is it really love? Or is Anna something else to him—a vessel, a key, or a pawn in a darker scheme? As Anna begins to pull at the threads of her new life, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of manipulation, madness, and supernatural ties far older than the kingdom itself. In a house where nothing is as it seems, being the second wife might mean she was never meant to leave. Because in Arvenhall, some women are chosen not to be loved—but to be kept.
Pappesa_2527 · 11.3K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.3K Views
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