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Omegaverse: For One, For All or For None

Rhonin Winter never planned to get involved. Broke, drowning in debt, and sleeping in his car, he took the job out of desperation. Impregnate three omegas, get paid, get out. Simple, right?  Wrong.  Because the three omegas assigned to him? They’re about to turn his world upside down. _ Orion Veltis: "If you're here to waste my time, leave."  Orion built a multi-billion-dollar empire from the ground up. Cold, untouchable, and completely unbothered by love, he sees relationships as nothing but a liability. But an heir? A legacy? That’s non-negotiable. _ Elian Muro: "I just… I don’t want to be owned." Elian grew up in a golden cage, raised to be the perfect omega. His parents tried to force him into an arranged marriage with a powerful but cruel alpha—so he ran.  Now he’s alone, hiding, desperate to escape a future he never wanted. If he has a pup, his family can’t force him to marry.  _ Vail Everette: "Relax, sweetheart. It’s just sex—unless you want it to be more?"  Vail used to be a superstar. Adored. Worshiped. Until a scandal ruined him. Betrayed by his ex, backstabbed by his own industry, he lost everything.  Now? He refuses to crawl back to the world that destroyed him. But if he has a pup? That love will be real. Unconditional. His. _ Rhonin just wanted to pay off his debt and move on. Instead, he’s caught between three extraordinary omegas—each with their own reasons, their own struggles, their own secrets.
anonymousrsky · 1.8K Views

The Observer’s Paradox: A Battle to Rewrite History

Aryan has always been different. For as long as he can remember, he’s noticed small changes in the world around him—shifts in reality that no one else seems to see. A tree that suddenly has a different shape. A street sign that changes overnight. A building that vanishes, replaced by something else entirely. He’s learned to keep these observations to himself, convinced that no one would believe him. But when he wakes up one morning to find that religion has been erased from history, replaced by a tyrannical regime known as the Order of the Eternal Flame, he realizes that the changes are far more dangerous than he ever imagined. The world he knew is gone. The temple he visited as a child has vanished, as if it never existed. His parents and friends don’t remember praying or worshipping. The Order’s doctrine—a rigid set of rules designed to suppress free will—now governs every aspect of society. Women are stripped of their rights, dissent is punished with execution, and war ravages the globe. Aryan is the only one who remembers the truth: someone has gone back in time and rewritten history. Guided by a mysterious voice from another dimension—the Observers—Aryan discovers that he is the only person immune to the changes in the timeline. His memories of the original world remain intact, making him the key to uncovering the truth. But the Order is watching. Their enforcers hunt down anyone who questions their doctrine, and Aryan’s unique ability makes him a target. As Aryan delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers the chilling truth: the Order of the Eternal Flame was created by a time traveler who arrived thousands of years ago, using advanced technology to pose as a god and manipulate humanity into submission. The time traveler’s ultimate goal? To create a “perfect” world—one where free will is eradicated, and obedience is absolute. With the help of a small resistance group called the Echoes, Aryan sets out to find the time traveler’s device and reverse the changes to the timeline. But the path ahead is fraught with danger. The Order’s enforcers are relentless, and the time traveler himself is always one step ahead. As Aryan struggles to piece together the fragments of the fractured timeline, he must confront the moral dilemmas of rewriting history: What is the cost of restoring the world he knew? And is he willing to pay it?
PhantomScript · 1.3K Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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