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Ash And His Legendary Pokemon

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
mata0eve · 305.4K Views

ash's of trice

"The world didn’t break Trice. It made him." In a world where the strong write the rules and the weak disappear without a name, Trice was born with nothing—not even a last name. Raised in a collapsing slum called The Gray Verge, Trice learned early that justice was a fantasy. His family? Erased in a political massacre the government called "necessary cleansing." The elite called it progress. Trice calls it debt—one the world now owes him. At fifteen, Trice is supposed to be dead. But instead, he returns, scarred, silent, eyes burning with a vengeance too large for his body to hold. From the ashes of forgotten children and ruined dreams, he claws his way into the underground—where gangs rule like kings, and corruption flows thicker than blood. But Trice is different. He doesn’t seek power for power’s sake. He doesn’t want to rule. He wants to ruin. Every family crest that turned a blind eye. Every politician who smiled through the slaughter. Every smiling hero who stood by while monsters wore medals. Along the way, Trice forms fragile bonds with others like him—broken youths with nothing left but rage. A swordsman cursed to forget his kills. A runaway princess who bleeds blue fire. A hacker who can’t leave his apartment but sees everything. Together, they are the Fangs of Nowhere—a blade aimed at the heart of a poisoned empire. But the deeper Trice digs, the more he sees that revenge is no straight line—it spirals. And something darker than men may be behind the suffering. The world didn’t just hurt him... it built him to burn. Now he must choose: Will he be a weapon of revenge? Or a symbol of rebellion?
Nicks_Novels · 1.4K Views

Arys Arise In Another World Where His Father Was A Legendary Hero

For years, my father has been telling everyone that he was transported into a magical world and became a legendary hero! But I hated his stories. Life was miserable because he acted weird whenever he told the stories of how he saved the world of Evereal from the evil empire. I want out, I want it all gone, and I want it all to end. This is the story of how I get to believe the stories! -- If you are a fan of fantasy, slice-of-life, isekai, and maybe a tinge of slow-burn stories, then maybe this is for you! Semi 1st Person POV. === UPDATE 3/23/2024 I apologize for the sudden hiatus. I take full responsibility for the lack of communication on my part. I thought writing and updating my story every single day was an easy feat since I thought this hobby wouldn't interfere with my work. I was wrong. It took a toll on me and I stopped scheduling my stocked chapters after realizing I was just writing uninspired chapters with blatantly copied plot points from other famous works. It was borderline plagiarism and I had to stop. I have no other excuse, I got lazy after that. I thought there was no point in continuing the series anymore. I felt like I wasted nights of writing, I haven't even edited past chapters yet. Therefore, I had a solution in mind. I promised myself that I'd write this series to the end and I still intend to do that. But I won't be updating per day or week anymore. I plan to update when I want to instead, I want to do it for myself. I plan to refine the chapters I made that I haven't published and maybe edit the published ones as well. So updates will be very rare, no promises of when this time. I might even reboot the whole story. For now, let me write for myself, I was so preoccupied with writing a story to tell a platform that I failed to consider telling a story that makes me happy. I hope you understand. Cheers. === I stopped making chapters because I lost motivation. Might even reboot the whole story, who knows? Check out my latest story instead!
billydbd · 24.8K Views
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