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The Arcane Gear - Rebirth of the Lazy Mechanic

In a world where women hold power and men are rare, a boy wakes up alone in the depths of one of the most dangerous forests. He has memories—some hazy, some painfully clear. Memories of a life before, where he had once been an energetic boy, a budding mechanical engineer, before tragedy drained all color from his world. Now, he is twelve again, orphaned once more, surviving off berries and instinct, waiting for parents he knows will never return. But fate does not let him stay forgotten. One night, an injured group of adventurers stumbles into his quiet existence. Unbeknownst to him, they are no ordinary travelers—they are a princess and her elite soldiers, wounded after a deadly battle against a notorious criminal. When they seek shelter in his fragile hut, he reluctantly offers them aid—not out of kindness, but because he knows all too well the pain of losing people. What starts as a simple act of charity turns into something more. As they recover, the women begin to question the strange boy who lives alone in the deadly wilderness. His words, his habits, his view of the world—nothing about him fits his age. And when they witness his quiet sorrow, the way he cries in his sleep, they begin to wonder... Who is he, really? And more importantly—can they convince him to leave before this forest swallows him whole? A tale of second chances, reluctant bonds, and a boy who has lost too much, set in a world where survival is never guaranteed.
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Pregnant by the Mafia boss

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix
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