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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 · 1.7K Views

How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
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Doomsday, Let's Open A Restaurant

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?
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HOW TO RECOVER BACK STOLEN CRYPTOCURRENCY

My name is Viktoriya, and I’m from Russia. I’m here to share a story I never imagined I’d tell. It’s a story of trust, betrayal, heartache, and finally — hope. It’s about how I was scammed by an online fake investment platform, nearly lost my marriage, and how Autopsy Mainnet Recovery saved me from losing everything I held dear. Like many others, I was always looking for ways to improve my life. As a mother, a wife, and someone trying to secure a future for my family, I found myself searching for opportunities to make our life better. That’s when I came across an online investment platform that promised huge returns. The website looked professional, the testimonials seemed genuine, and the offers were too good to ignore. The excitement of possibly changing my life was overwhelming. It felt like the chance I had been waiting for. I spoke with the so-called “investment advisors” who reassured me at every step. They were persuasive, calm, and made me feel confident. They showed me charts, explained strategies, and before I knew it, I had invested almost everything I had — savings, retirement funds, even money I had set aside for my children’s future. It was a huge risk, but I thought it was worth it. Little did I know, I was walking straight into a trap. Over the next few weeks, everything seemed fine. My investment appeared to be growing. The platform’s updates were regular, and they made me believe that my money was safe. But one day, everything changed. I woke up to find that the platform was completely gone — no contact, no way to access my account. The website disappeared overnight, leaving nothing but a cold void where my hopes had been. I was devastated. But that wasn’t even the worst part. I was too ashamed to tell my husband, too embarrassed to admit what I had done. He had trusted me, and now I had betrayed that trust. The tension between us grew. We argued constantly. My husband became distant, and I could feel our relationship slowly crumbling. I felt like I had ruined everything — my marriage, my future, and my children’s security. I cried every night. I lost sleep, my health started to deteriorate, and I couldn’t stop blaming myself for being so foolish. I didn’t know how to fix things. It felt like I was suffocating. That’s when a friend told me about Autopsy Mainnet Recovery. At first, I was skeptical. How could anyone help me after everything was gone? But I was desperate. I had nothing to lose. I contacted them, and from the moment I spoke with their team, I felt a glimmer of hope. They listened to my story without judgment. They understood my pain. They reassured me that I wasn’t alone and that they would do everything in their power to help me recover what I had lost. Their team quickly started working on tracing the funds, using advanced techniques to track where my money had gone. Within weeks, they recovered a significant portion of my lost investment. The relief I felt was indescribable. It wasn’t just the money — it was the weight that had been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time in months, I felt like I had a future again. Autopsy Mainnet Recovery not only helped me reclaim my funds, but they also gave me the chance to rebuild my life and my marriage. I can never thank them enough. Autopsy Mainnet Recovery are the best at what they do. If you’ve been in a similar situation — if you’ve lost hope — please reach out to them. They can help you too. You don’t have to lose everything. WhatsApp: ‪‪+44 758 601 9698‬‬ Website: ‪autmainrec.com‬ Email: [ Autopsymainnetrecovery@autopsy.co.site ]
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How To Be The Beast Queen

Marrying off Princesses to Kings and Princes for the peace of two countries has always been a practice, but how does one marry their daughter to The Beast? Esmeray, the second Princess of Atrofall, had never been anyone’s favourite in her Kingdom. She was always treated as an outcast, even by her own family. She was stubborn, short-tempered, reckless, and very ill-mannered for a Princess and so much more. But when The Beast and his Monsters attacked her Kingdom, she was the first one to jump into the front line to fight, only to find out that her father had offered her to the Beast King as a peace offering, and her mother and sister made sure there was no way out for her. Betrayed by her lover and her family, Esmeray swore that she would take her revenge on them, no matter what. But in order to do so, she needed to stay alive, which seemed more and more difficult as she got close to the Beast. King Kaelenor of Scafera, also known as the Beast King among humans, ruled over the non-human creatures and shape-shifters. For centuries, they tried to stay peaceful with humans, but they were betrayed again and again. Thus, when Kaelenor became king, he swore he would not show any humans any more mercy. The attack on the Atrofall Kingdom was just the beginning of his plans, but he never expected the King of Atrofall to offer their human daughter so easily to slaughter. He pitied the woman but did not care for her much. He already had a Palace full of women at his beck and call, why would he be interested in a human girl?
Mystical_Snowflake · 3.9K Views
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