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Trash Taste Oshi No Ko

Sweet Taste Of Revenge

In a world where power and betray go hand in hand, Lia's life is shattered the night she witnesses her mother's brutal torture and murder. The scene is seared into her memory. The searing iron, the vile laughter, the gunshot that echoes in her soul. As the silence of that night descends it replaced by the storm of grief and vengeance that fuel her very existence. " You... monsters!" She spat, her voice trembling with unbridled fury. Her fist clenched, nails biting into her palms until blood flowed, marking the beginning of her transformation. With every ounce of her being, Lia vows to hunt down those responsible, to make them pay for torment they inflicted on her mother. She promises no mercy, no forgiveness_ only retribution. Driven by tempest of emotions, Lia navigates a perilous path through a city drenched with deceit and danger. Her journey is one of relentless pursuit, where each step brings her closer to exacting the justice that haunt her dreams. With every encounter, her resolve grows colder, her heart harder, as she transforms into the nightmares for those who wronged her. But in her quest for vengeance, Lia must confront herself. As she teeter on the each of becoming the very monster she despises, she grapples with the thin line between just and revenge. Will Lia find solace in the destruction of her enemies or will the flames of her fury consume her entirely? This is the story of a woman forged in the fires of loss, driven by an unyielding vows, and determined to reclaim her life from the ashes of her past. But I'm a world where the devil makes a comeback, will Lia's vengeance be enough to quench the burning rage within her, or will it lead to her ultimate down fall. Slm...
starofthesea · 1.2K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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