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Kiss Of The Night

A College student got stuck inside the body of a princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was renowned to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an uncanny familiarity that defied all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you…’
Drops_of_Tears · 429 Views

The Kiss of The Moon

Luna é uma doce jovem marcada pela dor. Amparada por um parente após a morte de seus pais, quando tudo dá errado a jovem tem sua liberdade roubada e se vê encurralada em um caminho sem volta. Quando Michael Preston, sexto Duque de Blanchard, retorna à cidade após longos anos, não imaginava que poderia se apaixonar instantaneamente pela jovem mais intrigante da região. A proximidade entre os dois desperta em ambos um sentimento arrebatador capaz de enfrentar qualquer obstáculo. Mas Luna guarda um segredo, algo doloroso que pode colocar em risco não apenas o amor de Michael, como também a sua própria felicidade. – Você fala sobre amor, mas não faz ideia de que duas pessoas podem unir-se por simples e puro desejo. Para muitas pessoas, é o suficiente, afinal nem todos encontram o amor. Não na sociedade em que vivemos. – Não acredito – ela afirmou, tentando afastar-se daquele homem. – Gostaria de saber, senhorita, como o desejo pode influenciar o julgamento de uma pessoa? Ela rezava para que ele não percebesse o quanto estava desestruturada. Ele penetrara sua barreira através de palavras e ela nem percebera. Não teve chances. – O senhor está sendo inconveniente. – Luna apertou os lábios. Não sabia como reagir àquela situação. Mais um pouco e estaria perdida, precisava sair logo daquele jogo de palavras o qual ela não sabia jogar. – Talvez devêssemos voltar para o baile, vossa graça – continuou, então ofereceu a mão a ele para que voltassem, mas sua fuga foi totalmente frustrada quando, ao aceitar sua mão, Michael acabara trazendo-a bruscamente para ele. – Sinto muito – ele respondeu. – Mas eu odeio bailes. – E, dizendo isso, Michael levou a mão à nuca dela, selando seus lábios com um beijo inesperado.
yui_n · 421 Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 14.2K Views

Harry's a she

Set in an alternate wizarding world shaped by a matriarchal society, this story reimagines the familiar backdrop of Hogwarts and its surrounding conflicts. Power is inherited through the female line, and pureblood families fiercely guard their legacy amidst growing tensions with Muggleborns. The imbalance in the number of witches and wizards has made pureblood males valuable but objectified commodities, intensifying the social and political struggles within the magical world. At the heart of the story is Arcturus Regulus Black, the reincarnated son of Regulus Black. Carrying memories of a past life, Arcturus refuses to follow in the footsteps of Holly Potter, the female equivalent of the Boy Who Lived. Instead, his ambition is to break free from the constraints of his birthright, gaining power to rewrite his destiny in a society where he is marginalized by virtue of his gender. Arcturus is not alone in his reincarnation. Ronda Weasley, the female reincarnation of Ron, and Serena Prince, the female reincarnation of Severus Snape, navigate their own struggles as they reconcile their former lives with the constraints and expectations of this matriarchal world. The group faces questions of identity, legacy, and loyalty, balancing their memories of the past with the possibilities of the present. Their journey unfolds against a backdrop of political turmoil. Holly Potter, destined to fight Voldemort, plays the central role in a fight that echoes the original timeline but is subtly altered by the presence of the reincarnated souls. Simultaneously, the enigmatic Aurora Malfoy—Draco's older sister and another reincarnated soul—must contend with her family's legacy in this transformed world. Meanwhile, Hogwarts, led by Alba Dumbledore, becomes a battleground of ideologies. Dumbledore, though a figure of wisdom, unconsciously upholds the traditions of the matriarchy, while Gellert Grindelwald rises as a voice for men’s rights, creating an additional layer of conflict. The struggle between these ideologies mirrors the broader fight against Voldemort, adding complexity to the characters’ decisions. In a story that mixes politics, societal critique, and the power of memory, the young protagonists confront questions of whether to preserve the world they now inhabit or risk everything to reshape it. Their choices will define the fate of the wizarding world, testing the limits of friendship, power, and identity in a society where nothing is as it once was. Note, this story will NOT have R18 scenes at least for the first volume, if it then does, there will be a tag and you can pass. To summarize this world, it's a matriarchal version of the Harry Potter world while the muggle world remains the same. With all this shit, there are half a dozen reincarnated people of all age (mostly Hogwarts's students) who will make butterfly effects while trying to adapt to this world, including the MC. I decided to write this book as a study, I wanted to see what would happen if I decided to create parameters according to the book and then I would try adding variables to see the changes. The result is that the world is a matriarchy which thus led me to add parameters to explain the reason as to why it's a matriarchy and then to add seven reincarnated persons who will each add butterfly effects.
DecoupeTout · 27.4K Views
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