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Call Me A Safe Bet

Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?
Chrissie_Swift · 165.2K Views

Spoil me a Little

She's not deaf, not dumb; she can speak and even laugh. But what's the usefulness of talking when you can't explain your pain to people? What is the usefulness of smiling and laughing when you will later cry? Jean was a very beautiful and cheerful young girl, but she lost her mother at the age of nine. Instead of her father focusing on her and helping her forget the pain of the death of her mother, he went ahead and brought in his wife and children. Little Jean just wanted attention, trying to gain her father's love, but all her efforts were ruthlessly washed away. She regretted not having a mother and wished for her mother to not have died. She grew up alone, with no one to speak to and no one to make her laugh. Slowly, she started forgetting how to smile and how to speak; she even forgot how to show her expressions and emotions. She was a beautiful young woman with smooth skin that glowed like a doll. When she could smile, speak, and show emotions like a normal human, she wasn't the center of attention. But when she lost all these important elements of human life, it became easy to mistake her for a doll. The worst part was that even though people believed she was a doll, some perverts still wanted to take advantage of her. Just because she was now emotionless and had forgotten how to smile and speak, they thought they could exploit her. Oops! Don't be deceived by her angelic, doll-like appearance. She had lost all emotions and feelings not for them to take advantage of her; she was, in fact, a killing god. "Don't claim that! If it weren't for his timely intervention, that ugly Man would have been dead by now. But anyway, I will still go back to him; I won't leave him be until he's dead!" That was the letter she penned. "Jean do you want this store? just nod and it's yours" "the restaurant serve her the wrong food, Lock it immediately!" "Jean this is all my years property, please sign it, it's yours"
Lovegold · 8.5K Views

Safe Haven: Haverix

Alex, a man of 24, had always considered himself a simple, unremarkable soul. He was overweight, inexperienced, and had never received any formal training in anything that could be considered extraordinary. His days followed a routine, mundane pattern that was almost too predictable. He woke up every morning to the same alarm and lived a life he didn’t really think about. Today, like all others, seemed as ordinary as the last. Yet, little did he know, this day would mark the beginning of a journey he could never have imagined. Until, that is, he met her. She was a strange woman—an artist in New Orleans, one of those mysterious figures that could vanish into the bustling streets without leaving a trace. She wasn’t from the crowds of the city, yet she somehow belonged there. After a long exchange, she ended up gifting Alex a pendent. Alex, skeptical as always, thought nothing of it at first. What could this old trinket possibly mean to someone like him? But this was just the first step in many he would take towards meeting the Baron Samedi himself. After going through a few hoops, Alex received his official invitation to Haverix in the form of a system. Haverix. The name echoed in his mind like an impossible fantasy. A floating academy founded by dragons? A place where the greatest warriors, scholars, and mages were trained to face threats beyond mortal comprehension? It was the stuff of legends, and yet, here it was, calling out to him. Alex didn’t believe in fate. He never had. But the more he read, the more the reality of it all seeped in. He had been chosen. Thrown into this strange, otherworldly realm, Alex found himself surrounded by people far more capable, intelligent, and powerful than he could ever have imagined. At Haverix, weakness was not tolerated, and Alex was forced to confront everything he thought he knew about himself. Magic, monsters, and brutal trials awaited him at every turn, pushing him to his very limits. The reality of the academy was far harsher than anything he'd ever faced, and for the first time in his life, Alex felt like a true outsider. If he wanted to carve out a future for himself in this incredible world, Alex would need to rise to the challenge, embrace the unimaginable power that lay dormant within him, and navigate the dangers that could consume him. This wasn’t just another day in his life—it was the beginning of something far greater than he could have ever anticipated. And it was all about to unfold, one trial at a time.
Palana · 5.7K Views

Don’t Call Me Director

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?
Rotewad · 1.5K Views
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