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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 Views

Married to my Downfall

he tightens his grip on her wrist, his cold, lustful eyes bore into her soul, reminding her of the vows they once exchanged. "You are mine and mine alone," he whispers, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. But Diara is no longer the broken woman he left behind. She meets his gaze with a defiant grin, her voice steady as she declares, "I have signed the divorce papers, there’s nothing between us." But Kellan, ever the predator, smirks at her defiance, licking his lips in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I have not yet signed the divorce papers," he sneers, "It’s null and void." His words send a wave of disgust through her, but she refuses to back down. She has suffered enough—endured the heartbreak of losing countless children, the relentless torment of the Crownstar family, and the pain of loving a man who only brought her misery. Diara thought she had escaped his clutches, but now he has returned, more dangerous and determined than ever to claim her as his own. He may have broken her once, but this time, Diara is prepared to fight back. She knows that Kellan is a monster, a man who thrives on control and manipulation, and she is ready to do whatever it takes to free herself from his grasp once and for all. As the battle between them intensifies, Diara must confront the demons of her past and the dark reality of her present. In a world where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, she must find the strength to reclaim her life and protect herself from the man who once vowed to cherish her—but who now seeks to destroy her.
SilverSkyla · 52.1K Views

Transmigrated in the F-Rated Reverse Harem Novel

"Ah fuck." Kenji was a normal overworked yet underpaid employee who liked absolutely nothing other than sleeping. One fortunate [unfortunate] day, she died a peaceful [gruesome] death in the hands of her lover [classic and fucking hilarious because who would die from a heart attack watching her lover fuck a whore] and transmigrated in a trashy, shitty, totally useless waste of paper, F-Rated novel that was criticized by the readers of badungdung platform for its grade school writing style [Hey! That's not true]. "Shut the fuck up, you crazy system. Butt in the narration one more time and i'll hang you upside down with a hole in your pants." Ahem. Well, trust me when I say though, that transmigrating is the least of her problems right now. After all, she have died twelve times. Whether she becomes an obedient pet, a kind master, a powerful villain, a cute heroine, or an npc you can't see in the background- her death, is absolute. That was until, the system made a mistake. [Welcome host! Congratulations for being granted, yet another opportunity to reincarnate. Please press restart to gain automatic 100 points. However, due to excessive internal system overload, all the previous progress was automatically deleted.] "This is fucking insane. Delete the system." [Yes host, commencing the command delete sys- WAIT ARE YOU CRAZY? I KNEW THIS BITCH HAS SOME LOSE SCREWS IN THE HEAD, THE MANAGEMENT BETTER COMPENSATE ME. MY LIFE IS ON THE LINE AND YOU GIVE ME A HOST WITH SOME LOOSE SCREW? FUCK! I'M COMPLAINING TO THE MANAGE- Ah shit.] "Complain to who, sweetheart?" [...] "Well, It's a little bit too late for that sweetheart. Alright, you better listen to me before I blow both of our heads off." [Bloody hell]
ceeisdumb · 32.6K Views
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