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IMMACULATE HEART

PROLOGUE When love and command collide, what will shatter? Megara Smith, seventeen, faces a life irrevocably altered by her mother's betrayal. Not only did her mother abandon their family, but she also stole her father's fortune, leaving him bankrupt. Megara, already wary of the wealthy, finds solace only in her loyal best friend, Nathan Jones, a rare exception who chooses to attend their local community school despite his privileged background. Fate, however, has a cruel twist in store. Uriel Oman Jefferson, the arrogant and irresistibly handsome leader of the popular Zealous boy group, and heir to one of the UK's most powerful families, crosses paths with Megara. Their initial encounter at a local cafe ignites a spark of defiance in her, a spark that Uriel, accustomed to unquestioning obedience, finds infuriatingly captivating. Despite his fervent desire to forget her, destiny intervenes. Megara's academic brilliance earns her a scholarship to Royal Von High, Uriel's own exclusive domain. The unexpected reunion fuels his resentment, and he vows to expel her. But his attempts to sabotage her only draw them closer, a dangerous dance of attraction and animosity. Complicating matters is Hugo Arnold, the compassionate seventh grandson of the Arnold dynasty. He harbors a secret affection for Megara and desperately pleads with Uriel to abandon his vendetta. As Hugo forges a brotherly bond with Megara, his jealousy intensifies, threatening his friendship with Uriel. Will Hugo succumb to the bitterness brewing within him, or will he rise above his envy? This is a tale of love and betrayal, of fame and revenge, and ultimately, of the transformative power of empathy and forgiveness.
ACETECH2605 · 3.3K Views

Odyssée du Dieu Aveugle

``` Dans un monde désolé où les humains sont au bord de l'extinction, conquérant d'innombrables donjons, luttant contre des bêtes féroces, qu'advient-il de quelqu'un d'aveugle et sans pouvoir ? Le destin glorieux de Nial lui fut ôté lorsqu'il n'avait que trois ans, le laissant aveugle et sans la moindre trace de mana. 15 ans plus tard, il endurait toujours l'humiliation d'une société corrompue qui favorisait les puissants. La société faillit lui voler son innocence et sa luminosité, le forçant à mûrir, lui donnant une volonté inflexible. Cependant, tout changea au moment où il éveilla son Origine. Il dévora des Malédictions Anciennes et massacra des Dieux et des Diables! Des Anges ? Il les fera mettre à genoux ! Des Diables et autres ? Tous seront dans son étreinte ** Bien que je sois aveugle, je vois plus que quiconque ! Je dévore les Malédictions et prends le contrôle des ténèbres. Retenez bien mes paroles… [Ce sera vous tous qui devrez vous agenouiller devant moi !] Venez m'affronter, Dragons, Anges, Diables et Dieux… si vous l'osez ! Sinon, ma montée sera votre perte ! Suivez l'odyssée d'un jeune ordinaire et aveugle vers la divinité alors que son destin, autrefois retiré, lui sera rendu. Témoignez de sa douleur et de son évolution vers une existence crainte même par les Dieux Anciens et les Démons des temps primordiaux ! ** [N/A : Le comportement du MC au début du roman sera différent de ce que suggère le Synopsis. Veuillez prendre note de cela en lisant :D] ```
HideousGrain · 63.1K Views

How To Fall In Love With Eyes

Yeon-Jun is a dedicated barista at a quaint cafe operated by Sung-Hoon Cha, the son of the man who once saved Yeon-Jun's life. He grapples with selective mutism, a condition that emerged after the traumatic experience of witnessing his parents' tragic death. Although the details of his past have faded from his memory, his body retains the imprint of those painful events. It was during this darkest chapter of his life that Sung-Hoon's father discovered him alone and heartbroken, offering him shelter and a semblance of safety. Despite never having envisioned a future as a barista, Yeon-Jun made a solemn promise to Sung-Hoon's father on his deathbed—to forever stand by his side. This vow compelled Yeon-Jun to forsake his own aspirations and instead pursue a life marked by unrelenting work and perpetual anxiety. Conversely, Woo-San Kim is the affluent CEO of K&L Entertainment, a company steeped in legacy as he belongs to an illustrious lineage of chaebols, being an eighth-generation heir poised to inherit substantial assets from his grandfather. Like Yeon-Jun, Woo-San has also faced the grief of losing both parents to illness, which has led to a strained relationship with his controlling grandfather. The elder Kim holds steadfast to his authority, adamantly refusing to relinquish the company, opting instead to orchestrate a competition among Woo-San, his half-brother, and his cousin for the right to inherit the family fortune. Throughout his childhood, Woo-San has been accompanied by Hee-Jun Go, a devoted friend and secretary who was rescued by Woo-San's father. Hee-Jun, having been separated from his own family at a young age, appreciates the depth of loyalty and friendship. In a heartfelt gesture, Woo-San offers to help Hee-Jun locate his long-lost brother, during which he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Yeon-Jun at the café, captivated by the quiet strength and resilience hidden beneath Yeon-Jun's struggles. However, when Woo-San’s grandfather learns of his burgeoning feelings for Yeon-Jun, he delivers a menacing ultimatum: marry someone of his grandfather's choosing or face disinheritance. Feeling cornered with little left to lose, Woo-San contemplates capitulating to the marriage arrangement, all the while suspecting that his grandfather is orchestrating a more sinister plot that preys on Woo-San's unresolved trauma, compelling him to wrestle for his inheritance. As tensions rise within this power dynamic, Woo-San feels an undeniable connection to Yeon-Jun, yet finds that Yeon-Jun’s condition renders him unable to express his own feelings. Desperate to flee the confines of the forced marriage, Woo-San resolves to turn his grandfather's manipulative tactics against him. In this quest for autonomy, he uncovers unsettling truths that extend far beyond his own life, jeopardizing not only his future but also deeply affecting Hee-Jun, Sung-Hoon, and even his grandfather himself. Faced with this newfound knowledge—one he wishes he could unlearn—Woo-San must grapple with difficult decisions. Will he risk exposing his own vulnerabilities to protect Yeon-Jun? Will he succumb to his grandfather’s wishes to secure his inheritance, or will he forge a path driven by empathy and commitment to those who have become family to him? The weight of these revelations threatens to alter the course of their lives forever.
Evan_Jason · 4.3K Views

HIRE A BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT; BEST CRYPTO RECOVERY SERVICES

Picture a design studio covered in organic cotton sample books, mood boards plastered with "Save the Planet" Post-it notes, and me, a cynical idealist in hemp onesies wailing into a roll of recycled polyester. My life's savings, $590,000 in Bitcoin to launch an eco-friendly apparel company ("Thread Light: Wear Your Conscience"), had been taken by a "green grant" scam as slick as a polyester jumpsuit. The con man's website? An eco-theater piece of art: solar-powered server badges, environmentally friendly marketing, and a PDF application that probably cost a rainforest in bytes. I clicked on "submit," and faster than you can say "fast fashion," my crypto was gone. In the midst of rants about compostable glitter, a user named Crypto Eco posted: Cyber Constable Intelligence. They'll upcycle your crypto from the trash fire. "I messaged them, half-expecting a bot peddling NFT tree-planting scams. Instead, a human named Lila replied:* "We've seen this grift before. They're laundering through fake eco-charities. Send us the transaction hash. Cyber Constable Intelligence's team ripped the fraud apart like seam rippers through a fake Gucci. The fraudsters had piped my money through a daisy chain of "green" mixers and shell charities, one of which was even "Save the Blockchain Whales" (their whitepaper cited "'marine biology experts'" who were actually AI-generated). Cyber's researchers tracked the Bitcoin to a Seychelles-based "eco-exchange" that washed cryptocurrency for scammers and sold carbon credits for imaginary forests. Cyber Constable Intelligence did more than recover my crypto; they recovered my faith in moral innovation. That $590,000 goes toward funding a factory powered by refurbished sewing machines and an employee-owned cooperative in Florida USA. My first drop drops next month: "Rewoven," which has QR code tags that track each piece's green story. (And yes, those tags are literally compostable.) If your cryptocurrency ever gets greenwashed into oblivion, skip the existential guilt cycle. Call the Cybers. They'll sort out the scam and stitch your future back together. Just filter your grants harder than your bamboo fiber suppliers. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp:+1 (2 5 2 ) 3 7 8 7 6 1 1 Website: www cyberconstableintelligence.com Telegram: @cyberconstable
Debra_Pavon · 381 Views

DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY / FASTEST CRYPTOCURRENCY RECOVERY EXPERT

WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The scent of freshly brewed espresso and vintage Led Zeppelin records should have been my retirement anthem. But I was hunched over a computer in my still-under-construction vinyl record cafe, screaming at a blockchain explorer as if it just ridiculed my acoustic session. My life savings, $430,000 worth of Bitcoin, carefully earned over a decade of writing alt-rock ballads for car commercials, vanished into thin air. The culprit? Some smooth "investment manager" who'd promised me "Taylor Swift-level returns" on crypto staking, then bailed faster than my band's 2008 reunion tour.  The scam was a cringe symphony.Guy had a LinkedIn profile dotted with adjectives such as "Web3 maestro" and "DeFi virtuoso," an autotuned elevator jazz playing website, and a contractual loophole big enough to drive a tour bus through. I signed over access like a groupie handing over backstage passes. Poof. Gone. Money. My café's espresso machine sat in its box, accusatorially. My spouse said I needed to "get a real job again." Even my dog gave me the side eye. Enter my drummer, Chad, a guy who had escaped a festival pyro tragedy by jumping into a kiddie pool. He texted me: "Bro, look at Digital Tech Guard Recovery. They're crypto Roadies." I pictured a group of pierced hackers in black hoodies, blowing gum and cracking firewalls. Good enough. Digitals crew followed the scambot's trail with the ferocity of a producer hunting for the perfect bassline. The crook had routed my Bitcoin through privacy coins, obscured wallets, and exchanges located in countries that I couldn't spell. Their engineers stalked his path like a creep watching a pop star's concert tour schedule, in cooperation with Interpol and a Cypriot bank used also as a hub for meme stocks. As it turns out, my "maestro" had become careless, stashing money in a wallet associated with a failed NFT venture named "Aping for Jesus." Typical. Sixteen days later, my wallet beeped. Balance returned. No taunting, only a curt email: "Scammer's assets frozen. Your money's back. Buy better speakers." I blasted "Eye of the Tiger" through the café sound system, shocking a hipster with oat milk. The espresso machine finally came online. Digital Tech Guard Recovery didn't just restore my cryptocurrency; they wrote the encore for my midlife crisis. My café exists today, littered with grail-worthy records on the walls and a tip cup emblazoned "ETH accepted." Chad's no longer on the espresso machine, but he's got free coffee for life. If your cryptocurrency is ever swindled by a cyber rockstar, don't go into existential tailspin. Call the Digitals. They'll turn your faceplant into a victory lap. Just maybe screen your "maestros" harder than your band's setlist.
Bobby_felix · 343 Views

HIRE THE MOST EXPERIENCE CRYPTO SCAM RECOVERY DIGITAL TECH GUARD

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.
Ross_Jennifer · 398 Views

HOW ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST HELP ME TO RECOVER MY STOLEN BITCOIN

The aroma of mangos and gasoline still festers. I'm zigging and zagging down Bali's mad streets on a rented bike, my existence and crypto riches secure in the back of a backpack. And then? Spinning on the sidewalk, dodging airborne papayas, and a helpless victim as a thief swiped my sack from my shoulder in the mess. Inside: $310,000 in Bitcoin, ten years of digital vagabond work, and the socks I preferred. Local officials yawned, sipping sugary tea beside a whirring ceiling fan. "Suku banyak cryptonym?" they complained, inviting me to submit a report after nap time.  My crypto fortune was evaporating faster than an Indian sandcastle swept by monsoon rains. WhatsApp info:+12723  328 343 Enter ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, recommended by a seasoned highway veteran on a forum thread captioned "When Your Life Gets Pirated (Literally)." Desperation compelled me to cling to hope like a guest on a broken-down scooter. Their support team didn't even raise an eyebrow at my incoherent rantings. They asked for timestamps, transaction hashes, and whatever bit of metadata Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com  today's detectives use magnifying glasses instead. As it turned out, my thief was no genius. He'd tried to wash my Bitcoin through a chain of offshore exchanges, creating a digital trail of breadcrumbs. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST engineers married blockchain forensics with GPS data from my stolen equipment, following his footsteps like a high-stakes treasure hunt. They tracked him to a cybercafe in Jakarta, where he'd fought with mixers and privacy coins, blissfully unaware that each click was being duplicated. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net  Eleven days later, I received a screenshot: my wallet balance, refilled. No fanfare, no triumphalism, but instead a modest "Your funds are safe. I slumped into a beanbag at a Ubud coworking facility, crying and laughing in half steps, while digital nomads gave me a side-eye over their cold brews. My Bitcoin was restored. My dignity? Still missing, thanks to a viral video of me face-planting into a durian stand. Telegram info: ht tp s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  did not outsmart a thief, but they unveiled the fragility of our virtual world. Technical sorcery coupled with sheer determination converted a dismal nightmare into a rags-to-riches tale one in which the villain is sent a blockchain paper trail and the hero wears a headset instead of a cape. Today, my backpack holds a decoy wallet and an AirTag surgically attached to my ledger. I’ll never ride a motorbike in flip-flops again, but I’ll always travel with the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST contact saved in triplicate. They’re the antidote to a world where crypto can vanish faster than a beach sunset, and where fruit vendors double as viral content creators. If your crypto ever goes rogue, skip the panic. Call the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Just maybe avoid Bali’s fruit stands while you’re at it.
Donny_Xiong · 268 Views

My Way To You

First Arc: "Don't leave me! Just look at me and stay awake!" Words that haunted Ariana's dreams for as long as she remembered. Dying in the arms of her lover as they both are surrounded and engulfed in flames. However Ariana's quirks never stopped her from living her life. Her journey starts from when her adoptive mother sells her at the tender age of 12, afraid that she was stealing her adoptive father's love. A blow to her head unlocks her past life's memories and life skills. Any object she touches relating to her past life unlocks her past skills and education. Using her memories she changes the brothel she's sold to into a maid cafe, and slowly changes her community. While creatures called Lumas are born from her powers to protect Ariana but who are the Lumas really protecting? Especially when she gets her period on her 13th birthday and it morphs her into a humanoid garnet dragon. Second Arc: In a world full of magic, beast men, warriors, adventurers and elementals could there really be something more frightening then a girl with mixed blood? Garnet dragon, child of the jewel eyed priestess and the soul of someone who was summoned from Earth. Ariana is fully awoken to who she is and has started her life in St. Verusha Academy as their perfect score student. She will have to grow into the young lady she wants to be while trying to unravel the mysteries of her life. With the help of Cayden, her childhood friend and the the Lumas, Ariana will discover the roads she can walk down. The only problem is will she choose destruction or human evolution? Love or world dominance? Revenge or forgiveness? Or will she allow her human mind and heart to be devoured by the darkness inside of her because of a massive betrayal from the one person she thought meant the most to her? Third Arc The bells of war have been wrung and Ariana has now chosen to save all of humanity. Though she has come to know many truths she still trusts in the relationships she's made and is willing to put everything on the line to become stronger. Her Lumas are evolving, Cayden is her true love that she will never let go, the Goddess of Creation needs her to complete the mission given to her and above all else Ariana is determined to survive. Now with her new knowledge she abandons everyone from their own safety and travels to the Animus, the beast Kingdom to learn how to control her garnet dragon powers from her blood family and hoping that they wil aid her in the fight against Lord Romanoff, the robed army and the twisted church.
Scarlettbunny · 685.6K Views

Ultimate Minion System

[On Hold For NoW] In a world where strength dictates fate, Deus is reborn in a brutal realm ruled by kings, Emperors, monsters, and ancient factions. Alone and Unaware of his memories, he stumbles upon a mysterious system—the Ultimate Minion System—a power only exclusive to him, that grants him the ability to summon and evolve an army of powerful, specialized minions. From towering warriors to cunning archers, master builders and much more, Deus must strategically grow his forces, upgrade their abilities, and conquer the world’s most dangerous threats. But as his power rises, so do the stakes. While kingdoms and empires wage wars of conquest and unknown forces stir in the shadows, Deus must prove that he is more than willing to fight for his survival and way of life and carve out a piece of the world for himself. In a world where only the strong survive, will he rise to the top or Fall To his demise. Well you can read to find out. \\ Hello guys author here. English is not my native tongue so i might not be able to properly articulate what i wish to write at times, but i will try my best to improve as the story goes on. You, the readers can also help me on this journey, if you can comment on what you think needs to be changed or redone and i welcome criticism so Don't be afraid to criticise. Well that's all for now, and if you could add this story to your reading list i shall be very gratefull and powerstones are also very much appreciated \\ //PS: Also the novel Won't be very fast paced but not too slow either and the system while important is not the main focus, the main focus will be the base building and minions, so if any of you like Clash of clans and Age of empires (My personal favourite games which also inspired to me write this) you will find this very fun, i tried to make the complicated stuff as simple as possible. With all that said no more ranting, and enjoy.//
GGCalamity · 3K Views

PERJALANAN ANAK DESA

Hutan Sancang, tempat yang dikenal sebagai tanah sakral bagi para pendekar, diselimuti kabut tipis saat fajar menyingsing. Di antara pepohonan raksasa dan akar-akar yang menjalar, seorang bocah lelaki berdiri tegap, tubuhnya kecil namun penuh tenaga, matanya tajam menatap seekor kijang yang tengah minum di tepi sungai. (Cicit burung terdengar bersahutan, air sungai mengalir dengan gemericik lembut…) Namanya Wira, seorang anak yatim piatu yang sejak kecil hidup di alam liar. Tubuhnya berbalut kain sederhana yang sudah usang, tetapi matanya penuh dengan semangat tak terkalahkan. Hari ini, ia harus berburu untuk bertahan hidup. Dengan nafas teratur, ia melangkah perlahan mendekati kijang itu. Namun tiba-tiba… (Dentuman keras! Seperti petir yang menyambar…) Dari dalam semak-semak, seekor harimau kumbang meloncat menerjang kijang itu dengan cakarnya yang tajam. Wira terperanjat, tapi bukan karena takut—melainkan karena kagum. Harimau itu melirik sekilas ke arahnya, seolah memberi peringatan untuk tidak mendekat. Namun, Wira tidak mundur. “Kau hebat,” gumamnya pelan. (Hening. Angin berbisik lembut di antara dedaunan…) Tanpa diduga, langkah kakinya justru membawanya lebih dekat. Harimau itu menatapnya tajam, tetapi bukan dengan amarah—melainkan dengan ketenangan yang menggetarkan jiwa. Saat itu, terdengar suara langkah kaki berat mendekat dari balik pepohonan. (Suara ranting patah, gemuruh langkah mendekat…) Sosok berjubah hitam dengan sorot mata tajam muncul dari balik rimbunan hutan. Wira menatapnya tanpa gentar. Ia tahu siapa pria itu—Prabu Siliwangi, penguasa Pajajaran, seorang raja sakti mandraguna yang konon memiliki ikatan batin dengan harimau putih. “Anak kecil, mengapa kau tidak lari?” suara Prabu Siliwangi bergema seperti petir di langit yang tenang. Wira menatapnya langsung. “Aku tidak takut.” (Guruh menggelegar di kejauhan…) Sang Prabu tersenyum tipis. Ia melihat ke dalam diri bocah itu—bukan sekadar keberanian, melainkan juga ketulusan yang langka. “Kau tidak takut mati?” “Aku hanya takut jika hidupku tidak berarti,” jawab Wira mantap. (Desir angin berhembus lebih kencang, dedaunan berjatuhan…) Mata Prabu Siliwangi berbinar. Di usianya yang telah matang, ia jarang menemukan seseorang seperti Wira—seorang anak yang tidak hanya kuat, tetapi juga memiliki jiwa yang bersih. “Aku akan mengajarimu ilmu sejati,” ujar sang Prabu. Wira mengernyit, tidak percaya dengan apa yang baru saja didengarnya. “Mengajarku?” Prabu Siliwangi mengangguk. “Kejujuran dan keberanianmu lebih kuat daripada pedang mana pun. Kau layak menjadi muridku.”
popyy_5435 · 365 Views

The Ruthless Alpha's Sweet Mate

"Hey, beautiful," she paused, "may I know your name?" Nox asked, not really believing the words that were leaving her lips at that moment. "I'm Dunamis, Aylin Dunamis. What's yours?" Aylin spoke, her sweet, soft voice sounding to Nox as beautiful as a symphony of angels. "Nox, Scarlett Nox, and I, dear Aylin, am your mate." Came the reply, Aylin's eyes widening with realization at the revelation by the Alpha before her. ------------------------------------------------------------- A random visit to a cafe` for a fresh coffee after a soulless morning in the office is the last place Alpha Scarlett Nox expected to find her mate, a sweet-looking omega called Aylin Dunamis. As they begin to explore their lives together as mates, the universe begins to stir. Unexpected encounters, unending hostilities and reunited loved ones appear, making the two wolves begin to realise that not all is as it seems. When the secrets they suffered to keep hidden finally surface, will they be buried under the skeletons they hid in their closets? One thing that is certain is that their meeting may have been fortune's favour, but the road ahead of them had no such sentiments. ----------------------------------------------------------- This is not a slow-burn romance in any way, shape or form. It contains some Futa aspects, if not comfortable, I suggest you don't read. Also, I do not take credit for any of these character images, the credit goes to pixart. This story is in the WSA Contest, so please vote and add it to your collection! Ruthless Alpha x Fiery Omega Girl x Girl
Azalea_Silver · 127K Views

Crazy Blood Demon

My new villain novel: Demonic Skeleton God Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance. I was pretty inspired by ORV to begin with, so if that bothers you you can leave. Because I've been annoyed by people who've read 5 chapters and say it's a copy. The first 7 chapters it's going to be very similar to 40 chapters it's going to be a little bit similar and then not at all. Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.
Morfus · 115.5K Views
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