Bee Sting

Harley What started as a mindless, blurted confession has turned into a mess I never saw coming—an endless spiral of emotions, tangled with Clad Storm, the bad boy of the season and my ex-crush. The one who’s made it clear he’s here for revenge, yet every time he looks at me with those damn chocolate-brown eyes, I fall deeper. The worst part? I know exactly why he’s here. To make me pay. To make me feel the sting of what happened years ago when I rejected him. But somehow, I can’t walk away. And then there’s the kicker—he made a proposal to my younger sister. But for some reason, he won’t let me go. Now, here I am, stuck between a rock and a hard place, caught in the web of New York’s most notorious biking genius and CEO. I should walk away. I should be the smart one. I should obey my parents’ wishes and do what’s expected of me. But every time he smiles, every time he touches me, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing—resisting him.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

A woman's first love is always meaningful, even if things don’t turn out the way we dream. Fate has a way of leaving us with memories that last a lifetime—some sweet, some bittersweet. For a hopeless romantic like Kayla, the thrill of blossoming love opened her heart to a world both cruel and beautiful. In the warmth of affection, she found joy; in the sting of reality, she found growth. Love, she realized, isn’t just about happy endings—it’s about the lessons, the longing, and the moments that shape who we become. This story is dedicated to my dear hopeless romantic friend, Yala

We’ve all had those moments—the kind that stops us in our tracks, steals our breath, and makes us see life differently. It could be a fleeting conversation, a mistake that stings, a kindness we never expected or even the realization that everything we believed… Everything we've ever known wasn’t quite right. Some lessons come like whispers, soft but impossible to ignore. Others hit like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of us, and some come in the form of fictional short stories that resonate with us, But no matter how they arrive, they change something inside us forever. The Moment It Hit Me is a collection of those turning points—snapshots of clarity, reality, heartbreak, hope, and growth—all wrapped up in a thousand words. Each chapter comes with a different short story, some fictional, some from my own experiences and anecdotes from others' experiences. Some will make you laugh, others might sting, some will teach you new things about self-care, mental height, and emotional balance and a few will stay with you long after you turn the page. Because sometimes, all it takes is one moment to change everything. Let me share with you The Moment It Hit me, because, It Just Might Hit You too. I'm writing this because I believe that, sometimes readers need a break from traditional fiction to connect with something more grounded in real-life experiences. So be sure to share your life-changing experiences in the comment session, so we can all learn from this.

I Want a Peaceful Life King Allen, the revered ruler of the biggest empire of his world, met a tragic end when his own adopted brother, jack, betrayed and assassinated him. As his life faded, despair filled his heart—not from death itself, but from the bitter sting of betrayal by the one he had once called family. However, fate had other plans. In the depths of the void, the celestial goddess Aria appeared before him. She revealed that his world faced an even greater calamity—the return of the Twelve Fallen Demonic Angels, beings of immense power who once waged war against the heavens. Their resurrection would plunge the world into chaos, and only Allen possessed the strength and wisdom to stop them. Goddess Aria offered him a second chance—not as King Allen, but as Sion Ragnar, the eldest son of Duke John Ragnar of the Persia Dukedom, a noble house in the Clover Kingdom. Accepting his fate, Allen's soul merged with Sion’s body, awakening in a younger form with fragmented memories of his past life. Determined to prevent history from repeating itself, Sion resolves to live a peaceful life, free from the burdens of kingship. Yet, destiny refuses to let him rest. As the demonic angels stir, hidden truths about his new identity emerge. His noble lineage, magical abilities, and past experiences make him a key figure in the battle against the darkness. Torn between his desire for peace and his duty to protect the world, Sion must navigate treacherous political schemes, uncover the secrets of the fallen angels, and forge alliances with powerful warriors. Will he embrace his destiny as the world’s savior, or will he carve a new path where he can finally find the peace he so desperately seeks?

Popular girl Ari Cho is absolutely charming, leaving Yumi Kim, the school nerd, so gay to function normally. ** FOREWORD: Like any other day, I sat back and watched Ari hold court in the far corner of the school cafeteria. She was surrounded by her usual swarm of admirers, each one trying—and failing—to win her over. One by one, they crumbled under the weight of her gentle rejections, their faces painted with the sting of unrequited affection. Oh, what a marvellous sight to behold. The scene took a dramatic turn when two of the boys started arguing, throwing out accusations about who was making Ari more uncomfortable. The irony was almost too good—they were both so oblivious to the fact that their entire presence was likely making her want to bolt out the door. I took another bite of my sandwich, savouring the free entertainment. Poor Ari, trapped in the middle of a gaggle of hormonal teenagers who genuinely believed their cringe-worthy displays of “manliness” would sweep her off her feet. Pathetic. You might be wondering why I’m not stepping in to rescue Ari from that circus of admirers. Well, let me give you three solid reasons why meddling is a terrible idea for me. First, I’m no Superman—I don’t do heroic deeds. Second, I’m far too comfortable living my drama-free life to jeopardise it now. And third, let’s be real, my body is definitely not built for a catfight. As I happily munched on my sandwich, enjoying the chaos from a safe distance, I made a grave error, I locked eyes with Ari. Oh, crap. Picture this: while the two idiotic boys were still mid-argument, Ari—with a slightly shy smile—started walking towards my direction, her tray of food balanced in her hands. No, no, no. God, please tell me she’s not actually coming to talk to m— “Hi, Yumi!” she said casually, her smile so bright it could power a small city. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not So Typical (on going) Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

One day, a boy named Tod woke up from a bee with no memories of his past, he got off the bed and went through the single door in front of him, when he did he was in an endless abyss and on an island.

"Now, go forth, my mortal champion! Conquer this world—or else!" I lived a painfully average life and died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered, giving me a second chance in another world. There, I became royalty—the lazy kind with almost no obligations, free to live in peace and luxury for the rest of my days. Sounds like a dream, right? In reality, it was anything but—because I became *BEE* royalty. A Drone Bee, doomed to die of old age in 2 months! (A humanoid bee, thankfully, but still a bee in all the ways that matter.) The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop and grow my bee colony—a deadly task in a vicious world like this one. There are murderous insect monsters, colossal beasts trampling the earth, other civilizations, natural disasters, and the bitchy patron goddess who absolutely hates me. But as long as I have my brains, my bees, and the powerful genes my system gives me, my Bee Empire will be unstoppable! === For those who want to know more: This is a wholesome comedic story, but it has some dark moments. The focus is on kingdom building, survival as an empire, and interacting with MC’s beautiful bee wife and adorable bee daughters. The bees are all humanoid (see pictures) and human-sized. However, they are still bees in their ways of life and mentality. Although there’s a system, real growth comes from putting effort and time. Nothing happens in an instant in this story, unless it’s trouble. MC acts like an idiot sometimes (oftentimes), but he’s not actually stupid-stupid. When it comes to strategic decisions, he uses logic and reason. Even if you might disagree with it. Also, there will be no smut (ecchi is a fair game), incest, NTR, harem or BL. === Discord is up! Find it at -> https://linktr.ee/Garessta Updates: 2 chapters/day, right after the reset (with a 5% chance of running late). Reply to author's pinned review if you have questions. And I BET that you CAN'T push this novel to top 15 golden ticket rating. If I lose this bet, I will mass release 10 extra chapters! (within 30 calendar days)

With a second chance given to her after a pathetic ending to a life she didn’t want, Irene Litharion decides that she will follow in her father’s footsteps and become a knight. Waking up in the body of her eleven year old self, she’s reinvigorated to follow her heart. She has the rare blood of ancient warriors in her veins and promises to not turn her back to it anymore. Prepared for the sacrifices she will have to make to live the life she wants, a new challenge is presented when the only way she can become an apprentice knight is to turn her back on femininity altogether. The years she spent being forced to attend etiquette lessons go out the window and instead, daily sword practice takes place. Her father does all he can to get her into the knighthood, but it’s up to her to show her strength and skill to stay in it. However, it’s different than she expects when the Monster War ravages her homeland, she learns the sting of loss, and secrets of her own blood present themselves the more she leans into the thrill of battle.

Joanne Smith, weighed down by significant debt and humiliated by Jeffrey Winchester's cruel rejection just a day before their wedding, transformed her life into that of a multi-millionaire entrepreneur, allowing love to fade into memory. Joanne had one rule in life: money first, emotions later. She built an empire from the ground up, balancing her booming logistics company with the peace of her family farm. When a rugged stranger shows up, desperate for a place to stay, Joanne reluctantly takes him in as a paying guest. But little does she know, he’s not just any guest. He’s the man who brutally rejected her years ago, the one she’s long since forgotten. And he remembers everything differently. Now, living under her roof, he’s fueled by the sting of his own downfall and a hunger for revenge. Will the truth tear her world apart—or bring a reckoning neither of them saw coming? Join me on this incredible journey to find out! I will provide daily updates, and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Please consider leaving a review and supporting me with GTs, Power Stones, and gifts. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

Kang Jiwoon, a 19-year-old freshman at Nam International University (NIU), isn’t just living a normal life—he’s trapped in a system where every existence is a game. If he fails to give the body he inhabits a happy ending, he faces a miserable death and reincarnates into a new world, forced to start over. To escape, Jiwoon must successfully complete five levels of one character's life. After countless failures, he’s finally reached the fifth and final level. This should be his victory. His way out. But there's a problem—him. The best player with an Ex.p of 1M—which is IMPOSSIBLE to get. The one who always wins. The one who has crushed Jiwoon’s chances at the last level in every single life he’s entered. A player so good, he keeps returning to the game with absolute confidence. Jiwoon swore he wouldn’t lose again. He was ready this time. Fortunately for Ji-woon, the—once god of the games—has now retired completely. That does not mean Ji-woon would have an easy escape The heavens have other plans. The system suddenly had a failure. Now he has to fight for his life, alongside falling in love—with someone totally unexpected.

It's a non-plotted one-shot, smut book, with Dominates Female and Submissive Male characters. The chapters are different from each others. Basically it's a smut book without any storyline. I hope you enjoy enough to support my Patreon one day! --Love, author!

Reversed Harem. Beastmen X Queen Bee --- She was a mighty dragon. The problem is, she WAS a mighty dragon! “Ouch! Where am I? Huh? Is this… a cocoon?” No. Wait. Why would she be in a fucking cocoon?! Nimue anxiously thought while struggling against the silken cage. “How, how did I end up on one... huh?!” Panic surged through her as she examined herself. She was no longer a majestic dragon, the embodiment of poison and flame. She was a... bee? How could this be? A measly, tiny bee with wings that fluttered in desperation to escape its prison. Her memories flickered like sparks in the dark, but the truth was clear. She had been transmigrated, and her current situation was a dreadful one at that. How will a once mighty being survive from the bottom of the food chain filled with fierce beasts that suddenly turns to beautiful men? "Wait what?!" --- WSA2025 Entry  #beasts #transmigration #beautyandbeasts

**Damon Blackwell and Valerie Monroe come from a world of wealth, fame, and privilege. Their families are Hollywood royalty—household names in the entertainment industry. With money, luxury, and status at their fingertips, life has always been about appearances. From private schools to exclusive events, they've lived lives most people only dream of. However, as the years have passed, one thing has remained constant: the relentless pressure from their parents. Their parents, always the stars of the show, have made it clear that their offspring need to live up to their legacies. And so, the nagging began. The "When will you settle?" and "Have you met anyone special yet?" questions became the soundtrack of their lives.  Fed up with the constant pestering, Damon and Valerie hatch a plan. They'll fake a relationship to appease their parents, allowing them to live their own lives without the constant interference. At first, it's all fun and games. They play the part of the perfect couple—attending events, posting staged photos, and making all the right moves. It's convenient, and for Damon, it's easy. He's always been able to charm people and manipulate situations to his advantage. But for Valerie, things start to blur. What began as a means to an end begins to feel a little too real. The sweet gestures, the stolen glances, and the brief moments of intimacy—they start to mean more to her than she ever expected. She never planned to fall for Damon. She was too careful, too guarded for that. But the deeper she gets involved in the charade, the harder it becomes to separate fact from fiction.  So, when Damon calls it off, on her birthday of all days, she's left completely blindsided. It's one thing to break up with someone, but it's another to be the one on the receiving end of the breakup. Valerie's pride is hurt, but what really stings is that she's never been in a position like this before. She's the one usually doing the breaking up. Being rejected feels... insulting. The humiliation is unbearable. And worse, Damon walks away without a second thought, leaving her with nothing but the bitter taste of his indifference. The breakup wasn't just a blow to her heart—it felt like an attack on her ego, on her sense of control. No one had ever dared to reject Valerie Monroe like this, and she refuses to let it stand.  Determined to make Damon regret his decision, Valerie vows to get him back. But it's not just about winning him over again; it's about showing him just how wrong he was to let her go. She's always been the one in control, and she's not about to let Damon—of all people—steal that from her. Revenge becomes her new obsession, and every time she sees Damon, every time they cross paths, her resolve hardens.  As the school year comes to a close, their paths continue to collide, each encounter fueling the fire of petty jealousy and increasingly underhanded tactics. The back-and-forth, the jabs, and insults, the little games they play—it's like nothing has changed, except that now it's personal. They each try to outmaneuver the other, one-upping in ways that only serve to escalate the tension between them. But neither of them can ignore the lingering attraction, the undeniable pull that still exists between them. And the closer they get to the summer break, the more they realize they're stuck with each other.  The worst part for Damon? He discovers that their families, unable to shake off the close friendship that had developed between the two, have rented a beach house in the Bahamas for the summer. Damon is forced to spend an entire vacation with Valerie, under the same roof, with nowhere to escape the undeniable tension. It's a nightmare scenario for Damon, who is determined to keep his distance from her—especially now that she's made it clear she's playing a game of her own. For Valerie, though, this is an opportunity. She has all summer to make Damon see just what he's missing...

Pak! My hand stings at the affect of the slap making me feel how real this is. My brother was blasting the music too loudly in the house. I guess he didn't hear it. And I guess he wouldn't care even if he did. But I felt it resonate in my room. I stare at his face. I don't know what other people would react like when your best friend kisses you out of the blue. But mine was that and the slap was instinctive. I see his expression which showed that he was expecting this from me. He was half apologetic is what I felt. He looks up at me holding his cheek which I just slapped and I thought he was handsome at that moment, out of the 15 years we've known each other. Weird but I couldn't help it. I gulp and he takes a step forward and I move back as a reflex. I don't know if it was a right decision when I came out to him and now I can't go back anyway. But will I regret it, is the question. He keeps advancing as I move back until my back hits the wall. He looks at me dead in the eyes. Aravind comes out to his best friend from childhood, Devanand, only to suddenly finding out that Devanand was also confused about his feelings. Read it to find out if they will find a middle ground and the clarity they want. Disclaimer from Aravind : Do not let your best friend flirt with you ! It is not good for your heart ! I wrote something with my own background this time. Hope you guys will enjoy it just as much.

A lonely girl was deceived into being captured by a race of powerful winged mages to give birth to their kids. The hated fate of their Queen Bee was complicated by the appearance of other more powerful magicians who flew to their colony from another planet. Intro  Welcome to the universe of syrinxes - winged vampires, a multi-gender community. For two thousand years, powerful magicians have been in an endless war with the flesh-eaters Zirux, who outnumber them, so they recruited mortal people to help, colonizing 22 planets and forcing women to give birth to half-breed offspring for the needs of the war. The story begins with the first book, The Syrinxes of Zaria. The action takes place on an abandoned colony seven years away by space ship from the main stronghold of the planet Xantari, ruled by five ancient Archons.

WARNING: SEXUAL SCENES. He wanted nothing more than to find his other half. When he finally found her, he longed to engrave every part of her into his very being. In the Kingdom of Everia, Arielle Walsh, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and sister. Arielle struggled to come to terms with her impending marriage, a compulsory tradition for all girls turning eighteen. Despite Arielle’s effort to conceal her unique white hair, it is eventually exposed, drawing unwanted attention to herself. What happens when Adrian Reynolds, the merciless werewolf King, sets his sights on her? But does not like her or care for her personally, instead it’s his wolf. He cared not for the color of her hair. He wanted her, and he would stop at nothing to have her!

Three months had passed since Riku and Ziya had moved in together. But instead of growth of affection between them, they had been separating from each other little by little, until Ziya discovered her lover crying at midnight. After that night, the hustle for the solution to the unseen problem exposed many unseen paths of expression, where she found herself and overcame her fear, whereas he found the reward for his hustle.

Christopher, once a master Beast Tamer was betrayed by the very disciples he had nurtured, now found himself reborn. His life, dedicated to training and empowering five promising individuals, had ended abruptly, their betrayal a bitter sting even in death. But death was not the end. He awoke as Christopher Valhalla, the eldest son of one of the capital city's most influential families. The Valhalla name carried weight, a legacy of power and respect. This new life, however, was not a clean slate. The memories of his past life, the sting of betrayal, the burning desire for revenge – they remained, etched into his very soul. He looked around his opulent new surroundings, a stark contrast to the humble training grounds he had called home in his previous life. The Valhalla estate was a testament to their wealth and influence, a sprawling complex of manicured gardens, imposing structures, and an air of undeniable power. He was no longer a mentor, the supreme tamer, or a provider; he was now a scion of power, a prince in his own right. This newfound status, however, was merely a tool, a stepping stone on his path to vengeance. Christopher knew he couldn't simply reveal his past life. The world wouldn't believe him. He had to play the part of the pampered, privileged son, all the while secretly plotting his return to power. He remembered the faces of his betrayers: Leon, the cunning strategist; Alex, the brute force; Isabelle, the master of illusions; Jax, the silent assassin; and finally, Electra, the one he cared about. They had taken everything from him – his life, his beasts, his reputation. Now, they would pay. His first priority was regaining his strength. And his beasts, the loyal companions who had fallen alongside him. Christopher couldn't afford to make the same mistakes he had made in his past life. He began his training, honing his physical abilities, pushing his body to its limits. He knew that raw power alone wouldn't be enough. Not only that, but he needed to be smarter, more cunning, more ruthless than his former disciples. So, Christopher delved into the Valhalla family's library, devouring ancient texts on beast taming, combat techniques, and strategic warfare, not really necessary, because of his memories, but you must always be prepared for anything. He sought out information on rare herbs and potions, anything that could give him an edge. He would make his former disciples regret the day they crossed him. Christopher Valhalla was not just a name; it was a promise. A promise of retribution. The five Master Beast Tamers would learn the true meaning of betrayal, and Christopher would be the one to deliver their punishment. No System to assist Mc. He gained all his Powers through making choices and countless battles!! _______________ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

[Literally the goodest of bois, Loves bugs, loves to help the critters whenever he can. He's kind, generous, a little dummy sometimes, but overall he loves to be helpful.] Agent Day, also Know as Bee Boi, is a young man that dedicates his life to the research and study of certain creatures called "Spirimons", or just "Spirits". He's gentle and kind of nature, with a big heart for said creatures. He's often seen Hanging around Agent Night and Agent Dawn His two assigned partner for the Vanquisher's Inc Nightmare Missions, and will melt your heart with his silly, cute interaction with said characters and in general in his short stories. all of the stories in his "Writings" Section will be dedicated to him and him alone, whilst every story in his universe, the Nightmare Vanquisher will see him be itertwined with the other characters. Stay tuned in, follow me and favorite the character for more, I'll keep you updated! -------------------------------- :"Hi! It's your favoirte Bee Boi, or 'Agent Day' like Cat-boy likes to call me, Well!!! No matter! I just wanted to say thankies for visiting my page! I appreciate it lots! Please follow my creator for more stories about me and in general, let's all chill together!! Much Love, BEE BOI"

Once a feared demonic cultivator, Zhuan Ming plundered Solar Soul worlds without remorse. But when an ancient pill of ethereal aura falls into his hands, he is ambushed by righteous cultivators and left for dead. In desperation, he swallows the pill—only to awaken in a weaker body, burdened with a mysterious legacy. Now reborn in a world where his past enemies thrive, Zhuan Ming vows to reclaim his power and surpass his former glory. Guided by the Qi Pill Ancestor, he walks a dangerous path. Armed with forbidden knowledge of Solar Tombs, a growing Nirvana Tree, and a soul that defies the heavens, Zhuan Ming must navigate a world of treacherous cultivators, celestial treasures, and ancient secrets. Will he rise as an Immortal, or will he become a pawn in a grand design?

**"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

At the tender age of five, Kingsley Alexander's life was irrevocably changed when she lost her parents in a tragic accident. Left in the care of her mother’s elder sister, Mrs. Carley, Kingsley and her younger brother were thrust into a world of uncertainty. Despite the emotional scars of her loss, Kingsley found solace in the unwavering love and support of her aunt, who worked tirelessly to provide a stable and nurturing environment for the siblings. Though they were far from wealthy, Mrs. Carley ensured that Kingsley and her brother never felt the sting of deprivation, instilling in them values of resilience and determination. For ten years, Kingsley lived a relatively peaceful life, shielded from the harsher realities of the world. But everything changed when she earned a scholarship to Greenmock Academy, an elite private high school known for its opulence and exclusivity. Greenmock was a world apart from anything Kingsley had ever known—a school where billionaire heirs and heiresses roamed the halls, their wealth and influence dictating the social hierarchy. Teachers bowed to their demands, and the rules seemed to bend for those with the deepest pockets. As a middle-class girl with no connections, Kingsley quickly found herself an outsider in this glittering yet cutthroat environment. Her scholarship, secured through the generosity of her boss—a renowned and influential woman who believed in Kingsley’s potential—was both a blessing and a curse. While it opened doors to unparalleled opportunities, it also made her a target for envy and ridicule. The students at Greenmock were ruthless, and Kingsley’s humble background made her an easy mark for their cruelty. Yet, amidst the challenges, she found an unexpected ally—and perhaps something more—in Raymond Wayne, the enigmatic and charismatic son of one of the school’s most powerful families. Raymond was unlike the others. He saw beyond Kingsley’s modest upbringing and recognized her strength, intelligence, and unwavering spirit. Their connection was immediate, a spark that neither could ignore. But their budding relationship was far from simple. Raymond’s world was one of privilege and expectation, and the pressures of his family’s legacy loomed large over their bond. As Kingsley navigated the treacherous waters of Greenmock, she was forced to confront not only the external challenges of fitting in but also the internal struggle of trusting someone who seemed so different from her. Now, as Kingsley stands at the crossroads of her journey, the question remains: Can she overcome the obstacles before her alone, or will Raymond prove to be more than just a fleeting presence in her life? Will their love withstand the weight of their differences, or will the pressures of their worlds tear them apart? And in the face of adversity, will Kingsley find the strength to rise above it all, or will she need Raymond by her side to survive the storm? Dive into Kingsley’s world of trials, triumphs, and heartache as she fights to carve out her place in a society that seems determined to keep her down. Will love be her salvation, or will she discover that her greatest strength lies within herself? ---

"What are you doing?" Aita whimpered, never having been humiliated like this before. She tried to close her legs, but another slap landed on her thigh, stinging with force. This time, she cried, her tears a mix of anger and fear. One moment she had been free and happy; the next, she was about to be sold into slavery. Her heart pounded in her chest as the man spread her legs open and looked at her private parts. He inspected her body, his touch invasive and cold, before declaring, "She's a virgin." "Seems all these girls are virgins, huh?" The woman chuckled, turning her gaze to the man. "You guys have done a wonderful job." "Unshackle her and prepare her for auction. We're taking them to the auction house," the woman said, exiting the room.

“This mark tells the world the sight of your neck belongs to me, so, no one will ever dare to look. I hate sharing what’s mine.” He whispered low, then pulled back to look into my smoldering eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. With his hand still on my throat, his thumb brushed softly over the sting mark he'd just left on my neck, sending a jolt through my body before he pulled away and walked off. I hated the way his torment turned to pleasure, leaving my body craving more while my mind rebelled. Even Lucifer in hell would have cringed at the clash between my desire and logic. Hell no, I’d never give in. *** Money, power, desire—can you really have it all? What would you do if such an opportunity came? For Zara, working as a chef at a Michelin-starred restaurant hasn’t brought her closer to freedom. Debts and the weight of her past keep her shackled in darkness. Not even in her wildest imagination did Zara think her passion for cooking would captivate an enigmatic billionaire, Ravier Auckland, to offer her a contract as his ‘atypical’ private chef. Fueled by a sense of betrayal from her loved ones and a desperate need to prove her worth, Zara sees Ravier’s offer as her way out. But will it lead to the salvation she craves or rather ignite a flame of raw, uncontrollable desire that consumes everything in its path? Very Mature Content!

My name is Ren Volkom, and I’m… a vampire! Or at least that’s what I thought until the night that completely upended my life. The truth? It’s even more shocking. A unique crystal, embedded in my heart since birth, grants me incredible power and extraordinary strength—but at a steep cost. I’m not the only one born with this crystal. Others share this trait, and the secret services call us ‘Crystalbringers’—they’re certainly not brimming with creativity, are they? But life as a Crystalbringer is no fairy tale. Ruthless criminal organizations and global military forces are desperate to claim our power—and they’ll stop at nothing to get it. Overnight, I’m plunged into a world of brutal survival and, honestly, some wildly steamy situations—maybe too many? There’s also room for deeper, more introspective moments and the usual struggles of being a teenager—like getting rejected by your crush, which, let’s face it, stings more than a near-death experience.

Lin all tired and weak, from the torture she had gone through for the past days, now tied to a pole right at the edge of the cliff, looked up to her killer who was standing some meters away, and asked faintly "Why do I have to be put through all this?" "Am just carrying out an assignment." the killer responded, with no sign of sympathy whatsoever. Lin stared at her killer, obviously the masked figure wasn't going to show her any form of mercy. Already tired of life and had given up, she asked her killer one last time. "You really think, my dad is going to let y'all go after am dead?". The killer gave an evil grin. "Seems you have so much confidence in your dad..." He said clicking his teeth, and after exhaling. "Your dad wants you dead sweetheart." He said bluntly, dropping the bombshell, leaving Lin in utter shock and confusion. "That can't be true." She whispered although she could hear the doubt in her own voice, as the tears flowed from her already weary eyes down to her cheeks. She really didn't want to believe this but something was starting to make sense to her..She had gone through a lot already "Just end this please." She said exhaling deeply, as she closed her eyes. She could hear the echo of the gunshot as she waited patiently the bullet to pierce for through her... Yet nothing came through, she couldn't feel any form of pain or sting... "Isn't it meant to hurt a little?.. Or is she dead already.." She thought, as she slowly opened her eyes... What she saw was overwhelming... Her killer was on the floor instead... She scanned around, and that's when she saw a young man coming towards her... As the person came closer, she started to notice, that the person was also having feminine characteristics.... Wait that was a lady, looking really masculine.... Clad in all black, high boots, and a neat cut... She was lost in the eyes of this stranger and hadn't noticed that the lady had started to untie her. "What's going on?" A very confused Lin whispered, "Just follow me." The lady replied as she loosened the last knots that held Lin to the pole. Already freed Lin tried to take a step but stumbled. The lady turned and gave a smirk. "You were quite strong at first." And before Lin could fathom what she said, she swept her off her feet. And whispered, "Am not letting you go this time."