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Midnight Mass Vampire Death

Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
KyrieUzumaki · 162.3K Views

Whispers Between Midnight

In a world divided by elemental bloodlines, magic is inherited, feared — and weaponized. Eira Virell, an exiled fireborn from the ruined Southern clans, carries a curse in her blood and a dangerous Mark across her skin — proof of a lineage blamed for a kingdom’s greatest tragedy. Hunted since childhood, she’s learned to survive in silence, suppressing her powers and shielding the secret that could doom her entire race. Prince Kael Vorenth, heir to the frost-ridden Northern Throne, is a Warden — elite hunter of rogue mages and enforcer of the crown’s brutal laws. Bound by duty, grief, and a sworn hatred for fireborns, Kael lives only for justice. But when an assassination attempt threatens his reign, he crosses paths with a mysterious woman whose presence melts through his discipline like flame through snow. What begins as a confrontation ignites into obsession. Drawn together by fate, prophecy, and a forbidden soulbond they do not understand, Eira and Kael find themselves entangled in a slow-burning, dangerous romance — one that could bring peace between their people… or trigger a war to end all realms. As kingdoms fall and ancient powers awaken, secrets unravel: Eira’s bloodline holds the key to an imprisoned god, and Kael’s soul is tied to her survival. Their love becomes a weapon — one that must either be tempered or unleashed. But love forged in fire is not easily controlled. And some flames were born to consume the world.
DaoisthineFH · 7.5K Views

Massé Life

I used to be disenchanted of my own hands. Not in some weird psychological way—though maybe it was psychological, who knows. I mean literally afraid that my hands would betray me at the worst possible moment. Which they did. Constantly. Job interviews, presentations, first dates. Anytime people were watching and waiting for me to perform, my fingers would go numb and my brain would just... shut off. Like someone pulled the power cord. I called it ATSM—Anxiety That Stiffens Muscles. Stupid name, but I'm a programmer. I like labeling things, even when I can't fix them. The worst part? It killed my one real passion. I used to love billiards. Was actually decent at it, back in college. But after... well, after something happened that I don't really want to get into right now, I couldn't hold a cue stick without falling apart. So I did what any rational person would do: I gave up. Got a safe job, worked long hours, convinced myself I didn't need hobbies anyway. That plan worked great for about fifteen years. Then I made the mistake of running my mouth on TikTok, challenging the Queen of Nine-Ball to a match. Because apparently when you're having a midlife crisis, the smart move is to embarrass yourself in front of the best billiards player in Southeast Asia. This plot is about what happened after that. It's about meeting people who refused to let me quit, learning to fail in public without dying, and discovering that sometimes the only way forward is to go back and face the thing that broke you in the first place. It's also about billiards, obviously. But mostly it's about being brave enough to suck at something you love, in front of people who matter.
unghoangphidang · 7.2K Views
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