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Lovers Forevermore: The Tales Of Lady Dragonfly & Marshal Law

[WARNING!! THE BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT CONTENT R18+] In the dim light of their room, Blithe del Rosario and Citrine Cursealeo lay entwined, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. Their playful laughter filled the air, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. Blithe looked into Citrine's vibrant blue eyes, feeling a deep connection. "You know, for a general, you’re surprisingly good at this," she teased, gently tracing his jaw. Citrine laughed, saying, "It's all about strategy, Blithe. Right now, my best strategy is to keep you close." As he pulled her closer, their lips met in a tender kiss that deepened, igniting a fire within them, momentarily lifting the weight of the world. Their kisses became a passionate dance, filled with unspoken fears and desires. When they paused, foreheads touching, Blithe whispered, "I could do this forever." Citrine smiled, suggesting they make it their mission to find such moments amid the chaos. Their lips met again, further dissolving the boundaries between their worlds and igniting a spark of hope. Blithe wrapped her arms around Citrine’s neck, confessing, "I never thought I could feel this safe with someone." Citrine brushed her hair aside, assuring her that she deserved to feel safe and that he wanted to protect her. In that embrace, they transcended their roles as an assassin and a general, finding solace in each other. However, their love was complicated by their identities. By day, Blithe del Rosario was a celebrated fashion designer from Maha, Zubu, known for her couture that tells stories of her homeland. By night, she transformed into Lady Dragonfly, a skilled assassin who strikes fear in the shadows, embodying grace and lethal intent. Citrine Cursealeo, known as Chain Singh, was a five-star general and the Battle War God Marshal Law in the Alkebulan military. He was respected for his strategic brilliance but also feared. Beneath his stoic exterior, he yearned for peace and found a rare connection with Blithe that made him question everything. The love square dilemma loomed over them. Blithe secretly loved Chain Singh, the charismatic businessman who was also Marshal Law, a ruthless general. While she admired his ambition, his fearsome reputation kept her at a distance. Citrine, in turn, was drawn to Lady Dragonfly, sensing a hidden depth within her, unaware that she was Blithe. Caught in this complex web, Blithe struggled with her feelings for both Chain Singh and her alter ego. As their identities began to blur, they faced the challenge of confronting the emotions and secrets that kept them apart. The central question remained: could love transcend the fears that bound them?
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NIGHT CRYSTAL

"They… are coming," the stranger said, his fear palpable. But it wasn’t the fear of dying—it was the fear of me dying. "GET... out of here! They will kill you! Everything you know will be defiled if you encounter them. My kind is... merciless to humans." What was he saying? I was confused. "I don’t understand what you mean, sir. What are you saying?" I asked, my curiosity growing, as if my life depended on it. "I don’t have much time," he murmured weakly. "You have a brave heart... What you knew before will be different now. I hope this works..." The stranger smiled at me, though it was faint and filled with pain. "Your destiny now is to find her and protect her. Come closer... I want to change your fate, the one you’ve always desired. Come closer," he said, his words barely coherent as the sound of footsteps grew louder and closer. His skin began to fade—this wasn’t something that happens to a normal human. Who was this man? He looked at me one last time, then dragged my head closer to his mouth, revealing his teeth. Wait... is that... is that......?! **** In the era of power struggle between gods and demons. When the vampires were seen to be the next strongest species after them. 7 daughters of the vampire god, 7 protectors of these girls who possess different keys to power and evolution. Thing takes a sharp turn when a human is being dragged into the whole realm of war and madness, human at first but in the nearest future, becomes someone who shouldn't be tapered with. Imagine a novice who would become the master of all game and trade...
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Lord of the Steam

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!
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