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The Child of Light

In a world ruled by ambition and cloaked in glass towers, power isn’t always defined by thrones or swords—it’s measured in boardrooms, mergers, and the weight of empires built on fragile egos. Hannah Beaumont and Phillips Grayson were titans in their own right—two brilliant minds, two relentless souls, each determined to outshine the other. They built kingdoms from numbers and strategy, bending the world’s will with nothing more than their signatures. But there was one thing they never planned for: Marianna. Born not out of love, but a moment where vulnerability cracked through ambition, Marianna was supposed to be an afterthought in their empires of control. Instead, she became their universe. Both parents doted on her as if she were the rarest treasure, even while their egos waged silent wars around her. But Marianna was never ordinary. Behind her curious eyes shimmered a light no human should possess. Whispers followed her steps—some called her gifted, others, touched by something divine. What no one knew—not even Hannah or Phillips—was that Marianna wasn’t just brilliant, kind, or unnervingly wise beyond her years. She was something far more powerful: an angel in disguise. This isn’t a story about wealth or corporate conquests. It’s about the extraordinary hidden within the ordinary. A child born of chaos and rivalry, destined to bring balance between worlds both seen and unseen. It’s about the battles she’ll fight—not with swords or strategy, but with compassion, light, and a power no human rivalry can understand. As you turn these pages, you’ll follow Marianna’s journey from boardrooms to celestial realms, where the choices she makes could either save or shatter everything her parents worked for—and everything humanity believes about the divine. Some stories begin with heroes. This one begins with a miracle. Are you ready to witness the rise of The Child of Light?
Celestial_Vibes_03 · 2.1K Views

Middle Child Syndrome

_ _ _ _ MXFXF relationship. Please read the note. Please add it to the collection then and support me. All feedback will be appreciated. Check my profile for more work She was not the heiress, the eldest, or the youngest. She just existed in the family, keeping her head down and letting herself wash away until she could leave. "I tried standing out, staying quiet, and even voicing my thoughts. But no matter what I do, I am never acknowledged. Does my existence even matter? After all, it's not like anyone in this family even likes me." Rika Goodwill was the shame of her family. Born the middle 'beta' child of a prominent Alpha-Omega couple, it was natural for her to be neglected compared to her perfect Alpha brother and sweet Omega sister. Her situation outside of her family was no better. People avoided her because of her mafia family and judged her nature without a second thought. Her only friends were the 'sweetheart couple of the century'. But Rika had somehow become a third wheel between their bickering and frequent breakups. Over the course of her 17-year-old life, Rika had come to accept her fate and move on. After all, no amount of complaining would ever change her situation of being a third wheel. Collage was supposed to be her big break. It was supposed to be the time Rika had for herself, where she could feel like herself, so she applied for a place where no one knew her. This was supposed to be her lucky break! Rika was supposed to get away from her worsening life. But neither her family nor her 'friends' were ready to let her go, and it did not take long for her peaceful life to turn sour. ____________ This story will have a straight pairing as well as Yuri and is an omegaverse as well. Female Alphas are Futas. If it's not your cup of tea, leave before you enter. Leave a lot of feedback for me
Holy_mackrel · 1.2M Views

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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
author_3 · 3.1K Views

LUNACY OF A FORSAKEN CHILD

A child out of wedlock? Half blood born? Misfortune child? What Am I? He was stripped as a crown Prince of Wisteria Palace after murdering his own mother the beloved queen of that nation and the woman his father loved the most Thalia. A war revoked and his safety was top priority during that time as the only child of the king and the queen. Nevertheless, both was found unconscious at the back gate of the palace among corspes of fallen knights. The queen was beheaded and her corspe was shredded apart by unknown animal while the crown Prince was badly injured to the head. Those two was found by the king's loyal substitute. He was the first to realized it was the crown prince that might gave a fatal blow to the queen as to her heart was missing. Bloodied palm and mouth soaked in blood. Due to that, Eliot abandoned by his majesty and forbid to speak a single word about who he is. Even so, the king did not execute Eliot as he wants due to old tradition that the one who will take the throne, is the one who eliminate the first in line of succession. Neglected and cast aside, he was lonely and could only look at his mother's grave from afar. His place was taken by his step brother. 3 years after the king marries his Mistress. He wishes to live quietly until his step brother turn to adult and kill him so he can atone his sin. After few incidents and bullying from the present crown primce, things made few turn when his step brother come to him and favor him as a friend. "I already have a favorite person, my sister" Carlos gaze made him uncomfortable. So he decided to leave him. But the crown prince understood his behavior and shouted before he could leave him. "An older brother would be nice," He gulped as he tried to hold his tear. Afraid that tear will rolled down his cheek, did not dare to turn his head, he ran away. His father soon witness how they got closer and warned the older brother to distant himself from a predator that will kill him. He doesn't needva forgivefull son as the next king. "aren't I enough? I eliminated the thing that will weakened neither you or me in the future, and yet you blamed me for it?" he had no expression as he spoke in the present of the king. "are you mad? Will you kill me?" The king raised his hand and slapped him. The hit has hard that it echoed within the throne room and his ring bleed his son's mouth. "promised to make my mother happy, and yet you welcome another woman behind her back? Marrying her not long after my mother died?" he didn't respond since what he said is true. "it's not my fault to be here. I'm standing in front of you was a fact of your failure your majesty, the great king of Wisteria, and a lover of my mother." The teenager boy laughed stating the facts with teary eyes. "wanna know the truth?" the king grit his teeth. He don't want to hit his son. That gaze, that eyes, belong to to his lover, that expression bitter expression was the same when he took her away from her lover. "she never loved you" The king hit him again to stop him from talking. "but I did. And you left me. Father"
KIKI_GERALD · 15K Views
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