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CHAOS HYBRIDS: THE FORBIDDEN RELATIONS

Eva Collins was your everyday average elementary school teacher, she was beautiful, kind and had her way with children. She works a full shift at a prestigious elementary school for the rich and has her life easy until that one day. Eva has the chance to acquaint herself with the sibling of one of her pupils but this encounter forever changes her once simple but plain life. "God...when are they coming for little Avry....the caretaker who usually comes for her has taken far too long now" Eva wonders as she looks at the six year old little girl beside her. The little girl yawns from tiredness. Eva sighed heavily and looked at the little girl beside her with a light smile. "Hey Avry.....can I ask you something" Eva asks gently. Avry nods her head softly as her big adorable eyes stare at her teacher. "Do you wanna come home with me....it's getting pretty late and I can't leave you here" Avry's eyes sparkled from excitement. "Yes Miss Eva....I wanna come with you" Eva smiles brightly but she can't help but scowl inside "What kind of people forget about a little girl at school to such hours" Eva checked her watch and saw that it was eight thirty pm and the school had practically closed. 'Huhhhh...' ...................... But little did Eva know that this little action of care and responsibility had already changed her life. Eva sat quietly in her living room and checked her watch. It was nine twenty and no one had called about Avry Walker from the school yet. She had informed the school that she would take Avry home to atleast have something to eat and rest. They had allowed her since she stayed quite close to the school and had a respectable personality. Suddenly Eva heard a knock on her door and glanced at Avry who was watching cartoons slightly. She got up and walked towards the door. She peeked through the peep hole of her apartment door and saw a man. He was completely shrouded in darkness and beside him stood another man. Eva couldn't make out their faces at all since it was dark outside. Eva picked up the baseball bat next to the door and slowly opened the door. A chilling gush of cold wind immediately brushed against her skin. Eva didn't know whether it was because of the cold rain outside or that indifferent cold stare that the man with the black investigator hat gave her. And still Eva couldn't make out his face since he held his head low. Eva glanced at the other man who stood their calmly like a faithful assistant. He was quite good looking. "Who are you" Eva asked as her grip on the bat tightened. The assistant like man smiled calmly but didn't answer her question "We're here for Miss Avry" Eva looked at them suspiciously but suddenly Avry's soft but tired voice came from behind. "Big brother.....you're here" Eva glanced at the man whom the words had been directed to and she saw the man who had been holding his head low lift it up. Since the light from the living room could now fall on his face, Eva saw him clearly. Eva immediately froze in amazement and her heart had slowed but it beat hard as she looked at that ethereal face. .............. From that day, Eva had a feeling that nothing in her life would remain the same. Join Eva as she unlocks dark and dangerous secrets about this mysterious man. But her curiosity to know this man brings her deeper into a world she knows nothing about. She is soon faced with something even more dangerous and she can nolonger turn back. She wants to run but her emotions and heart have already been captured by him and she is faced with a dilemma. Their love was forbidden and she was in danger from things she had once thought were fairy tales.
writerxs · 5.1K Views

Black is Red

Kehidupan yang normal, kehidupan yang selalu diimpikan oleh Kahime Murasaki. Karena kehidupan lamanya telah direnggut sejak empat tahun yang lalu, direnggut oleh para gangster yang dipimpin oleh Saikome Hanaru. Diumur sebelas tahun kehidupannya sebagai orang normal sudah tidak ada lagi, dan baginya itu adalah hal yang baik, selama keluarganya aman –jauh dari para gangster. Empat tahun telah berlalu, bersamaan dengan ingatannya yang hilang akibat kecelakaan dua tahun sebelumnya. Tetapi, pekerjaannya sebagai bawahan Saikome yang selalu membawa aroma darah dan kebencian, tidak pernah lepas darinya. Di ajaran semester kedua kelas sepuluh SMA, dua orang murid pindahan baru masuk ke kelasnya secara bersamaan, Saki Raijuu dan Vincent Yamato. Kahime yang kebetulan kemarin malam bertemu dengan Saki dalam perjalanan pulang tidak terlalu peduli, akan tetapi ketika Vincent menyinggungnya menggunakan panggilan, ‘Si Putih Aneh’. Hal itu menghebohkan satu ruangan di kelas, karena Kahime bukanlah orang dimaksud, melainkan putri wali kelasnya yang telah meninggal empat tahun yang lalu. Merasa terganggu akan kedatangan mereka berdua, dia tidak bicara ataupun membalas ucapan mereka. Tidak hanya mereka, bahkan Yuri –sahabatnya sendiri diabaikan, sampai Saki yang tinggal bersebelahan dengan rumahnya berusaha meminta maaf. Saki pun mengetahui kalau dia hilang ingatan, padahal hanya dia, sahabatnya, dan atasannya yang tahu kejadian itu. Sedangkan Vincent, dirinya sangat syok setelah mendengar kematian Kahime Shitou –putri sulung wali kelasnya. Gadis yang pernah dia lukai sudah tiada, seharusnya dia merasa senang dan lega, akan tetapi hatinya terasa ditusuk oleh ribuan jarum. Karena perasaan tidak terimanya, dia melakukan berbagai penyelidikan terhadap tiga orang, yaitu Kahime Shitou, Kahime Murasaki, dan M-01 petarung andalan Naga Hitam. Seiring waktu, muncul perasaan yang mengganggu Kahime setiap kali bersama Saki. Perasaan campur aduk, bersamaan dengan Vincent yang mengungkapkan perasaan padanya. Tepat di tahun ajaran kedua semua itu terjadi, disusul oleh kemunculan dua saudari kembar Subaki. Airi Subaki dan Reina Subaki pindah ke SMA tempatnya bersekolah, kedatangan mereka tersembunyi maksud lain –untuk menunjukkan kebenaran akan jati diri Kahime yang ditutupi oleh kebohongan. Menerima banyak hal tak terduga dalam waktu yang singkat membuatnya tertekan, karena tekanan berat tersebut, dia pingsan dan dibawa ke rumah sakit. Saat dirinya mulai sadar, Saki tepat berada di sampingnya. Perasaannya kembali jadi campur aduk, akan tetapi dia mencoba tidak peduli. Namun, kepingan mimpi yang mulai terkumpul membuatnya ingin segera bangkit dari kegelapan.
naisa1_ · 23.8K Views

The Fiend's Resurgence

This isn't just a story—no, it's far more than that—it's a true story based on the life of Mandrew. And? It's based on true events. At this point... you have two options. You take the red pill and learn the hard truth... or you can continue taking the blue pill, living in blissful ignorance. If you still can't make a decision at this point—this story clearly isn't for you. And if you're easily offended? Then once again—this story isn't for you. But for the chosen few of you who dare take the red pill, Mandrew's journey involving: pro RLCS champions in Rocket League; military covert operations; mercenary heroes and villains; and even the most top secret of operations and files lie just beyond the 'Continue Reading' button. Now, hurry along with whatever choice you've made. This novel features numerous notorious beings, such as: 'The Three Fiends,' 'Mandinga,' 'White Boy Summer,' 'The House of Manchini,' 'Sam Hyde,' 'Joe Rogan,' 'Sleepy Joe,' '#0009,' and 'Mohammad Rajab Wali a.k.a. Mohammad Khanaqin.' *** Among the pinnacle of the Rocket League community stood Mandrew, nicknamed the Harrowing Fiend for his frightening, near demonic, reaction time. Just a hair's breadth away from winning RLCS, a tragic defeat accompanied by the betrayal of his closest friend sends his life tumbling down a road of pain and sorrow. Saying goodbye to Rocket League, he leaves his esports dreams behind before being drafted for the military. But now, after four long, arduous years... an opportunity presents itself. Will he return to the league and break through his old obstacles? Achieve victory in RLCS? Reclaim his former glory?
Shotgun9494 · 28.3K Views

My Arrogant Alpha

Alpha Axel Ash is a destroyer. He's a savage and a dangerous werewolf. Undefeated, the wars have turned him into a monster, feared by most. He likes to kill the weak and those who dare to harm his pack. For years, he thought the moon goddess has punished him by not giving him a mate, his life forever left in misery. Cassie is the Alphas daughter. For years, she had seen the war that destroyed her pack and killed hundreds of innocent lives. Warriors died on the battlefield, never returning home. To stop the war from further destruction, her father sets out to offer a truce to the enemy pack. But the infamous Alpha Axel requested for something else — his daughter’s hand in marriage. Axel Ash my Alpha gazes down at her with a bunk expression, his eyes roaming all over her body. Cassie squeezed in her legs, her mind aware that she is only wearing a shirt with nothing underneath. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he states deeply and she sees his eyes flicker down to look at her chest. “I-I couldn’t find a-any comfortable c-clothes,” she stutters, taking a few steps back. He growls at the distance she put between us, coming closer at her with a look of disapproval. She gulps just as she bumped against the wall, locked in between him and the hard surface. Why does he smell so good? “Don’t hide from me,” he growls, finally standing tall before her with dominance and demanding obedience. “N-No,” she says stubbornly, gripping her shirt and bringing it up at him. His eyes darken as he grabs her wrists and holds them above her head. Shocked, she gasp and her shirt raises up her waist, showing him the full view of her bare body. She whimper as he stares down at her with lust. Axel Ash drew closer, gently tucking the rose behind her ear. The floral scent perfumed every breath, Cassie took as he brushed his thumb lightly over her lips sending a shiver down to her spine. Axel Ash smirked feeling his effect on her, " “If I knew showing you the pool would get you na**d I’d have done so this morning,” he said, pushing the hair off his face The attraction between us is very convenient, you know? She was immediately out of the reverie, "Convenient!" His gaze darkened, "Of course, how could it not be convenient for me to feel desire for what's mine?" "Calling me cute is nice. Calling me hot is great. But don't you dare call me yours. I am not a thing to own." She said fire blazing in her eyes and wriggled in his hold to get free. Smirking, he pulled her even closer. His voice got thicker than she had ever heard, "That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I am an Addict and you are my Drug." Alpha Knox Is a good friend of Alpha King Axel Ash.
safa_bukhari · 539.1K Views

after the resurrection

One last thing that did not leave my head after the resurrection At night, on the first day in the capital, Sanaa, 28 years ago, I realized that my father rented a house for us without windows, and I did not care at that time because the door was enough to cross my small body towards the city. We fell asleep to shorten the night quickly, taking advantage of the fatigue of travel Tomorrow morning, I woke up to the sound of the television of the owner of the house, who lives on the second and last floor.. I did not know what television was at the time. Nader woke up and asked him what that sound was?! He heard, then his eyes grew large, and he jogged to remove the cover to put his ear on the door. He said: Where does this sound come from?!! I do not know We slowly opened the door. We pulled our heads out to see, for nearly five years, at the mouth of the ladder, a child carrying bread and eggs. He said: Who are you? I'm Raidan and this is Nader, and you? He said: I am Nable. Saddam's head peeked out from between two iron bars at the top of the ladder and shouted: Nabell the episode has begun, ! We went up with him uninvited, as curiosity was pushing us unconsciously to know what this episode was, and when we arrived in front of the screen, the astonishment grew and grew in my face, and Nader's in a hysterical manner.... A huge wooden box with a glass in the middle, inside was a cartoon of a very beautiful and yellow-haired girl wearing An elegant outfit and carrying a sword Saddam cut us off, saying: You don't know Oscar? We: Oscar??!! Saddam: This is you ( idiots ) on TV! We: TV??!!! Nabil: Yes, TV.. He added that this watch of ten men her father taught her to fight because he did not have a boy with him, and he was silent because we did not turn towards him from the beginning.. Suddenly we heard my mother's frightened scream calling for us, so we hurried and the doors looked similar, and we entered the bedroom to find Nabil and Saddam's father falling asleep in the womb of the mother. We closed our eyes and turned around, and if Nabil had not directed us to the exit, our hearts would have stopped in horror at the scene we saw and my mother's voice that shook the world.. We went down and as soon as we got to the door, my mother greeted us with a stick in her hand, two hits in the head and another in the butt. As for the rest of the punishment, it was an endless screaming from my mother's throat, which was difficult to silence.. In the coming days, except when we used to ask permission to go up to our new friends’ apartment, every time my mother lost us, she would go straight up with her scratched hand and take us home the same way. In military service, he barely paid the rent and spent on us, so it lasted a lot until the owner of the house got bored of us he would often refuse to open the door for us, and we would return disappointed, howling and yelling: We want TV. And when my father decided to replace the television by going out to a Street, we forgot to accept this offer and filled our bodies with dirt and the dirt of the city while we were playing with friends we found who agreed to play with them without conditions.
Raidan_Alasbahi · 1.9K Views

Horror thoughts

Content warning: Horror thoughts She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil. Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil. She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them on top of the back bed in the room with the leftover textbooks. Or maybe she didn’t, maybe she left them hanging off the tiny coat rack, right next to her keys. Wherever she left them it’s too much work to run and find them, especially when the pot might boil soon. As soon as it boils, she’ll put the pasta in. As soon as it boils. The tiny apartment is only temporary, and the only burner fizzles on her. She coaxes it, fights it, begs it to make a bigger flame but it does not, settling proudly for the dull little spark that it is. Blowing on a flame coaxes a campfire; she wonders if it’ll help the stove. Probably not. She watches the blue flame dance and stares right through it. Her phone lights up. She has a notification, another message she’s not going to read. Why bother, when she knows exactly what it will say? Still, she checks the name. She reads the first two letters and flips the phone over, wincing as it lands a bit too hard on the counter. Fortunately, it’s not cracked. Unfortunately, that part of the counter is still covered in uncleaned bacon grease from his disaster yesterday, and now her phone is too. The television buzzes a commercial from the living area, or whatever passes as such. She cranes her neck to check the ad, but it's not selling anything good, just some sort of medical plan for old people, the kind of thing she couldn't afford even if she chopped off both arms and sold them. When she left home, she swore up and down she wasn’t ever going to be the kind of person who left the TV on. She wasn’t going to eat in front of it, didn’t even need a good model really, just something to use to occasionally watch old cartoons and maybe a new show if he wanted to. Now, the TV is always on, always buzzing, always saying something, just a little too quiet to hear. The pot on the stove is still not boiling. She thinks she remembered to top the water off with cold water, but maybe she didn’t. She wonders if throwing in a tablespoon or two now will change anything. Probably not; her greasy phone buzzes again. She flips it over, checks the name, and turns it back down. He’s not going to write her. She knows that. Still, she checks, just in case. Banana bread would probably be a smart thing to make,
Zoha_meer · 1.4K Views
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