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A devil's deal: from prison to his wife

*She was a prodigy.* A world-renowned pianist whose music captivated hearts across generations. Adults admired her grace, children dreamt of becoming her. She wasn’t just a musician — she was a symbol of brilliance, discipline, and quiet strength. Fame, accolades, and global reverence followed wherever her fingers touched the keys. But everything changed… because of one unforgivable lie. *One accident. One tragedy. One life ruined.* She didn’t cause it. She wasn’t even there when it happened. But the evidence said otherwise — evidence planted by someone she once called family. Her adoptive stepsister, consumed by jealousy and desperation, committed the crime. But it was she who paid the price. *An arranged marriage.* The only way to “make things right.” A private agreement, a silent punishment. Yet it wasn’t enough. Because the world demanded more. *Five years in prison.* Five years that shattered her name, her career, her dreams. Five years that erased her from the public's memory. When the gates opened, there was no applause. No welcome. No one waiting. Her adoptive parents turned away Her brothers disowned her. Friends forgot. Enemies rejoiced. The prodigy was no more — only a shadow, exiled from the world that once praised her. Alone. Homeless. Broken. Until *he* came. *Who was he?* A man cloaked in mystery and power. A man feared in silence and revered in whispers. A man with eyes like winter — cold, calculating, but piercing through lies. He didn’t offer her kindness. He offered her something far more dangerous. A second chance. But it came at a price — one that might cost her the last pieces of her soul. He didn’t want her love. He didn’t need her gratitude. He only needed *her* — the real her, stripped of innocence and fame. The one capable of rising from ashes and rewriting fate. “Be mine — and I’ll give you the world they stole from you.” In a world that turned its back on her, he was the storm she never saw coming. And this time, she wouldn’t play the piano. She would play the game.
Dragon_fly27 · 27.5k Views

MHA: I’m The Flash

An average guy from another world awakens to a truth that should feel impossible—he has been reincarnated into the world of My Hero Academia. Neither as a destined savior nor as a chosen hero blessed by fate. But as Denki Kaminari, a character known more for reckless electricity than greatness. He carries only two advantages, his knowledge of the future and very high talent with electricity control. Where others see lightning as brute force, he sees something deeper—speed, precision, neural impulses, muscle acceleration and electromagnetic movement. He knows he may never stand as a symbol like All Might. He knows he may never be the one to defeat All For One. But standing still while the world burns was never an option. If he cannot save everyone, then he will save as many as he can. If destiny refuses to change, then he will simply outrun it. Through relentless training that shreds his limits, through scientific understanding that reshapes his Quirk, and through sheer stubborn will that refuses to break, Denki Kaminari begins carving a path no one ever imagined—a path forged in lightning, motion, and resolve. This is not the story of a hero who strikes last. This is the story of a hero who arrives first. Faster than sound, Faster than thought and Faster than fate itself. In a world where power defines worth, he chooses speed as his answer. And in the blur of thunder and light, Denki Kaminari will become something new, something terrifying and something legendary—The Flash.
Kakarot1809 · 1m Views

Alpha's Sacrificial Human Bride

Princess Liora Ashenbane has always been invisible—the forgotten middle child of Valeria's royal family, overlooked and underestimated. Her quiet life shatters when she wakes up in a golden cage, eight hundred miles from home, with no memory of how she got there. She's been sold. Drugged by her own family and delivered to Alpha King Thessian Nightfang as part of a treaty between humans and werewolves. But this is no political marriage—it's a death sentence. Three months ago, Thessian's mate and Luna, Aria, was murdered in a brutal attack on a werewolf settlement. Fifty-three of his people were slaughtered, including women and children. Security footage shows the massacre was led by someone with Liora's face. Her own father provided the evidence and signed her over as payment for the crime. Thessian doesn't want a bride. He wants vengeance. And he has three weeks until the full moon to break her, torture her, and make her pay for every drop of blood spilled. But Liora knows the truth—she's innocent. She's never left the palace, never held a weapon, never killed anyone. Someone with her face committed those murders, and she has three weeks to prove it before Thessian rips her throat out. Trapped in enemy territory with no allies, no power, and a pack of werewolves who want her dead, Liora must transform from a sheltered princess into a survivor. She must uncover who really killed Aria Nightfang, expose the conspiracy that framed her, and somehow convince the Alpha King who hates her that she's not his enemy. But as she fights for her life and digs deeper into the truth, Liora discovers that the attack on Thessian's pack is part of something far more sinister—a plot that threatens both humans and werewolves alike. And the only person who can help her stop it is the same man who's sworn to kill her. In a world where trust is a luxury and every moment could be her last, Liora must find strength she never knew she had. Because survival isn't enough—she needs to uncover the truth, clear her name, and maybe, just maybe, heal the broken heart of the Alpha King who sees her as his enemy. But first, she has to survive the torture. The pain. The hatred. And three weeks of hell in a golden cage. Weak to strong. Enemies to lovers. A princess who must become a warrior. An Alpha King consumed by grief and rage. And a truth that could destroy them both—or save two worlds from war.
Kim_Li_0078 · 4.7k Views

Love in the Shadow of an Immortal

For over a hundred years, the village of Moonridge has existed only at the mercy of a single, undying terror—Lord Dreadveil, an immortal tyrant no blade can wound and no rebellion has ever survived. His raids come without warning. Crops vanish. Families disappear. Hope itself is slowly erased by the passing of eternal years. In utter desperation, one woman once knelt before the silent gods and offered her life in exchange for a miracle. That miracle was answered with the birth of Elena. Fourteen years later, Elena lives a fragile, ordinary life—balancing school, friendships, and the quiet warmth she shares with Rowan, the boy who never leaves her side. Along with her friends Selene and Kara, she dreams of a future beyond fear. But destiny does not allow peace to last. When Lord Dreadveil’s forces return to Moonridge in a night of fire and slaughter, Elena’s world is ripped apart. Her parents are murdered. Her home is shattered. And the girl born from a prayer is thrown into a war she never chose. With grief burning in her heart and vengeance guiding her steps, Elena and her friends seek the one man who ever survived the immortal—Mr. Calder, a broken warrior hiding from the past. Under his ruthless training, they are initiated into a hidden reality where spiritual power, ancient gods, and soul-forged weapons determine life and death. As enemies grow stronger and truths darker, Elena’s love for Rowan deepens in a world where every tomorrow is uncertain. For beneath the shadow of an undying monster, even love becomes an act of defiance. To kill an immortal, Elena must rise beyond the limits of humanity. And to protect the one she loves… she may have to challenge eternity itself.
Mythborne · 11k Views

CROWNED IN CRIMSON

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.
Lolochou · 6.3k Views