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My Monster Man

In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch.
Anuvuti_Roy · 9k Views

Refining the Rigged World: I Audited the Gods

[My name is Felix. I wrote the code that ruined the world. Now, I'm going to eat the system that ordered it.] Earth is Farm #404. The Architects designed Gender Wars to divide us, Consumerism to drain us, Fate to chain us, and Biowarfare to annihilate us. They aren't gods; they are lazy developers feeding on our entropy. I should know. I was their top Enforcer—the Chief Actuary of Apex Corp. I turned human pain into profit graphs... until the System decided I was a "redundant asset." They tried to delete me with a truck crash. Big mistake. They didn't just fail to kill me; they gave me access to the Source Code. Now, armed with the [Singularity Furnace], I don't follow the laws of physics—I rewrite them. A truck hitting me isn't death; it's free Kinetic Energy. A curse isn't a debuff; it's a new Skill waiting to be compiled. I am gathering a squad of "Malignant Glitches"—a hacker worked to death, a courier killed by a timer, an idol erased by a scandal. The cruel irony? They are all victims of the algorithms I created. I cannot bring them back to life, but I can do something better: I can lead them to burn the High-Dimensional Pantheon to the ground. [Tags: #Cyberpunk #System #VillainProtagonist #Revenge #SocialSatire #Evolution] (Warning: This story contains a ruthless protagonist who treats reality like a glitched game. Expect face-slapping, data-devouring, and the collapse of capitalist deities.)
Aetherion_Vael · 11.3k Views

Chosen To Defy Four Alphas

Two centuries have passed since the Great War ended, and humans believe they live in harmony with werewolves. But the truth is darker—werewolves rule as supreme beings while humans exist in ignorant bliss, never knowing their real position in this new hierarchy. To preserve this delicate illusion, select humans are chosen annually from different districts to enter Lunaris Academy, an elite institution offering prestige, power, and marriage to alpha royalty. These “fortunate” souls are celebrated as the chosen ones, destined to become luna and claim their place among the powerful. This year brings an unexpected selection: Violet Purple. For a girl raised by a fallen woman in the shadows of society, this opportunity seems like salvation—or so she’s been led to believe. Lunaris Academy shatters every illusion. The carefully constructed lies crumble as Violet discovers humans aren’t partners but prey in a vicious hierarchy. The academy serves as an elegant prison where students become entertainment for alpha predators who relish their twisted competitions. Violet’s arrival doesn’t go unnoticed. She draws the hungry gaze of the academy’s most lethal rulers—the Terror Four. The Alpha of the North, South, East, and West each command their own brand of cruelty, their own ruthless appetites. These apex predators circle her like sharks scenting blood, each more savage and calculating than the rest. They assume she’ll submit like countless others before her, that she’ll crumble under their relentless pressure and join their collection of broken playthings. They’re about to learn how wrong they are. Violet Purple bows to no one.
Glimmy · 29.5k Views

Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned. He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned. Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law. Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, "We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair." He pursed his lips in silence. The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride. (Declaration of Ownership Chapter) "Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company." Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past. Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party. He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, "Wife, tell him, who am I to you?" Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something. (Cherishing Her Chapter) "Young master, the young mistress said something strange today." The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities. "What did she say?" "The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful." The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June? Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs. The next day. As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.
Gu XingLing · 436.1k Views