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Naruto Severely Wounded

Severely Bruised.....

**Severely Bruised** *From captive to queen, from pain to power.* "Can you handle me?" "Maybe in some occasions." "Then I can." Aria was sold like property, trapped in a cruel game where her body was not her own. But she's more than broken - she's fire beneath the ashes. With every bruised moment, she rises stronger, more defiant, and dangerously irresistible. "I'm afraid I've got to force the truth out of you." "Fuck... Just like that... Yes, you wicked criminal." Her master Adrino is a puzzle of desire and dominance, but Aria isn't just his possession - she's his equal in a dark dance of control and surrender. "You're under arrest, mister man." "For what exactly, my sexy cop?" "For capturing a woman's innocent heart." *Severely Bruised* - a raw, emotional journey through love, pain, and power. Severely Bruised From chains to choice - a journey through pain, power, and forbidden love. Aria's life began in darkness - sold by her own father to a mysterious, wealthy man named Adrino. Trapped in a world of control and submission, she endured unimaginable trauma and betrayal. But beneath the bruises and silence, a fierce spirit burned, yearning for freedom and love on her own terms. As Adrino's enigmatic hold tightens, Aria's defiance grows. She learns to wield her pain, transforming from a broken captive into a woman who commands desire and respect. Between whispered confessions and stolen moments, a dangerous, passionate bond forms - testing boundaries, exposing vulnerabilities, and igniting a fire neither can deny.
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Salt In The Wound

Synopsis **Lina Marchesi doesn’t remember the night her fiancé died. She only knows he drowned near their private beach house on the Amalfi Coast—and that she was found barefoot, bloodied, and unresponsive in a boat nearby. There were no signs of foul play, and Lina, an American expat novelist, hasn't been able to write since. A year later, under the weight of trauma, gaps in her memory, and public suspicion, she returns to the same village—not to heal, but to hide. But the quiet isn’t quiet for long. Whispers trail her in the market, her old neighbors keep their distance, and someone keeps leaving pages from her *unfinished manuscript* on her doorstep—pages she doesn't remember writing. Enter **Milo Caruso**, a former war photographer turned reclusive innkeeper with his own ghosts. He’s disfigured from an explosion, hiding out in the crumbling hills above the sea. Their paths cross when Lina takes up residence at his isolated property, and tension builds—first in silence, then in sharp, probing conversations over wine and cigarettes. Their connection is messy, magnetic, and deeply flawed. Milo is blunt and emotionally unavailable; Lina is unraveling but seductive, using charm as armor. They orbit each other—drawn, repelled, resisting. But both know what it’s like to live with something unspeakable. As Lina pieces together her fractured memory, it becomes clear that her fiancé’s death wasn’t as accidental as the police claimed. And someone in the village wants the truth buried. And as she and Milo fall into a love that’s as brutal as it is tender, Lina begins to ask herself the scariest question of all: **What if she killed him?**
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Fate Severance: The Exiled Nemesis

discord server for news about chapters- https://discord.gg/wbbCtHyTWG Kaal wasn’t granted a second chance. He stole it—bleeding, broken, and laughing in defiance. Dragged from the ashes of a life he couldn’t save, he awakens in a world where mercy is a myth and weakness is a death sentence. And still, he feels her arms around him—frail, trembling, yet filled with warmth—clinging to life for him, even as hers slipped away. The ground here is slick with the blood of the broken. The skies don’t mourn—they watch in silence. And kindness? That’s just a slower way to die. He doesn’t wear a hero’s mask. He doesn’t whisper lies of salvation. He moves because stillness invites erasure. He fights because silence echoes too much like that hospital room. He survives because it’s the one thing the god didn’t expect him to do. What twisted him into this? The way her heartbeat faded beneath his fingertips? The helplessness of a boy holding the only person who never gave up on him? Or the laughter of a petty god who leaned in and whispered: “No. She stays dead. Watching you break is far more entertaining.” Every scar he bears is a question the world refused to answer. Every step forward is a nail driven into the coffin of destiny. They tried to silence him. But he’s not here to speak. He’s here to make the gods listen. And when he stands over the one who made grief a game, he won’t ask if it was fun. He’ll say— “Now scream like we did.”
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