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Black Dragon X [LitRPG • Dark Fantasy]

In a world ruled by stones and blood, mysterious coins are extracted from human hearts and used as a source of magic, all under the name of protection and justice. Cities are safe, crimes are rare… because the crimes themselves are committed in the name of the law. In this world, humans are the true sorcerers, and anyone born with a coin in their heart is treated as nourishment for a power greater than themselves. Within this system lives Lilithia, a demon offered from birth as a sacrifice through ancient pacts and laws bound by shadows. Until the Black Stone—a forbidden legacy that does not recognize demons—chooses her as its heir. This choice does not grant her power… It issues a sentence of execution. Lilithia is accused of a crime she did not commit, not because of evidence, but because her existence exposes a fatal contradiction: If the Stone has chosen a demon, then the system itself is flawed—and the justice under which thousands were condemned is nothing more than a veil for crime. The pursuit of Lilithia is not meant to capture her, but to erase the question her existence raises: What if justice itself is the crime? In this world, there is no hero. Every character fights to survive, and even the Drakhaens—the descendants of dragons and guardians of the “Balance”—do not protect the world… but the lie upon which it is built. The conflict is not between good and evil, but between truth and the system. And Lilithia does not fight to save the world, but to survive a world that chose to condemn her before confronting its own crimes. And as ancient seals begin to break and powers deliberately buried in the shadows return, the true question emerges: Who will be condemned… when justice falls?
Lobna_N · 2.9k Views

Whispers of a sinful heart

Night had settled deep into the palace when Mira finished placing the dirty laundry in the washroom. The corridors were quieter at this hour, lit only by low-burning sconces that cast long shadows against stone walls. She was halfway down the hall when she saw him. Cassian was approaching from the opposite direction. Her steps faltered for half a second before she lowered her gaze and continued forward, intent on passing him as though he were nothing more than another shadow. Almost—almost—she made it, but his hand closed around her wrist. Mira gasped as she was pulled back, spinning into him before instinctively wrenching herself away. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Your Highness,” she said quickly, already tugging at her wrist but he did not release her. “This is so annoying,” he muttered under his breath. She blinked, irritation flaring through her nerves. “What?” The word came out louder than she intended. Cassian’s gaze sharpened. “Why have you been avoiding me, Mira?” Her eyes flicked over his shoulder, scanning the corridor. Anyone could appear at any moment. Ignoring his question, she said instead, “Someone might see us like this. Rumors would spread—and I doubt that’s something you’d welcome, Your Highness.” His eyes narrowed at how she refused to use his name and instead used the title. Cassian’s jaw tightened. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her toward the nearest door. Before she could protest, he tugged her inside and locked it behind them. Her back met the wood with a soft thud. Letting go of her wrist, he planted his palm against the door beside her head, caging her in. The space between them vanished. “I asked you something,” he said quietly. “Answer me.” The closeness made her dizzy. His presence pressed in on her senses—heat, restraint, something darkly familiar. Her breath came shallow. “What—no, I haven't.” she stammered. Cassian leaned closer. “You know I don’t like it when people lie to me” Her palms dampened and she turned her face away. “What do you want me to say?” she whispered. “I should be going. The head maid won’t be pleased if I’m missing.” She tried to push past him again but he didn't move. Frustration snapped something inside her. The words slipped out before she could stop them. “Lady Catherine wouldn’t be pleased if she knew about this, now if you please.." Cassian stilled, his gaze dropping to her face. Her green eyes flickered—betraying something sharp and unguarded before she could hide it. “Is she the reason why you've been avoiding me?” he asked softly. “It doesn’t matter,” Mira said, her voice tight. “Now if you’ll excuse me—” She tried again to push him away. This time, his free hand slid to her waist, firm, unyielding. He leaned down until his forehead rested against hers, their breaths tangling. “It does matter,” he murmured.
Rityshah · 1.3k Views

Bitter Sweet Love with My Stepbrother CEO

Yvette Matthews had a great early childhood. She had loving parents that has given her a great life. Her father was a 5-star master chef while her mother was a well known patissier in the culinary world. Her life was great but all of that changed when her parents got into a car accident and died. Yvette was orphaned at a tender age of six years old. In her parent’s wake, a middle aged man with his ten year old son came. He told Yvette that he was her parents’ friend from college and was willing to adopt Yvette. Her having no next of kin and rather than her going into foster care, the adults in the foster agency agreed after checking the man’s background. It was known that the middle aged man was the CEO of a large 5-star hotel and restaurant group that not only operated in the country but around the world. Yvette lived a life as a princess being doted by her stepfather and stepbrother. Even though she lived a life full of luxury, she stayed humble and studied hard to be a good chef and patissier like her parents. She loved her new family, and she harbored romantic feelings with her stepbrother, Joseph Hamilton. Something she kept a secret since she knew her feelings cannot be reciprocated. But all of that changed when her stepfather died of old age. When the lawyer of his stepfather read his last will leaving seventy percent of his fortune to Yvette including the rights to the Hamilton hotels. This shocked many especially her stepbrother, Joseph, since he was only left with thirty percent. But there was a clause in the will, that Jospeh could be the CEO if he marries Yvette and they produce an heir. Her life started to turn gray since Joseph was forced to leave his current girlfriend whom Yvette knew he loved so much and marry her to get the CEO title. Joseph’s kindness and pampering turned into hate and disgust. He became cold and aloof, coming home late and going to work early in the morning. Yvette’s only solace was the son she bore with Joseph on their wedding night. She poured all of her love to her little son. But fate was cruel to her once again when she found out that Joseph was seeing his ex-girlfriend once again. Hearing from someone that they were meeting in a hotel room, she mustered the courage to confront them. Yvette saw the ex-girlfriend in the hotel room wearing sexy lingerie. They got in the heated argument. “Seph does bot love you.” The ex-girlfriend said. “He just married you to get the position that should be rightfully his!” She shouted. “Do you not think I know that?!” Shouted Yvette. “But he is still married to me!” The two were pulling each other’s hair in the hotel balcony which is located at the 43rd floor. They both went over the railed in the heat of the moment and they were holding for dear life. “Dianne!” Joseph voice was heard inside the hotel room. “S-Seph!” The ex-girlfriend shouted. “Help me!” “Dianne!” Joseph was alarmed to see her hanging on the balcony. “Yvette? Why are you here?!” He sounded surprised. “H-Help me.” Yvette cried. “Hold on! I am going to get you out.” Joseph said but he pulled his ex-girlfriend first and took off his coat to put on to her. Yvette’s heart was crushed. She knew in that time that who Joseph really loved was Dianne and not her. This erased all of her hope on being loved and had let go. She felt her body falling for a long time. Yvette’s body felt light and she thought that she had now thrown all of her guilt and the burden in the loveless relationship. She wished that in her next life, she would not have this kind of love once again. But then she opened her eyes once again, to the day when the lawyer would read her stepfather’s last will. “I will changed my fate.” Yvette thought. “In this life, I will not be drowned in a loveless marriage with my stepbrother.”
Les01 · 103.9k Views

Global Freeze: I Hoard Trillions of Supplies and Feast While Neighbors

[The Feast vs. The Starvation] Outside the window, the temperature is -70°C. The city is a graveyard of ice. Neighbors who once mocked Alex are now clawing at his steel door, their stomachs digesting their own lining from hunger. Inside the shelter, the fireplace is roaring. Alex sits in his bathrobe, dipping a slice of Fresh A5 Wagyu Beef into a boiling spicy hotpot. He takes a sip of 1982 Château Lafite, burps loudly, and types into the building's Group Chat: "Does anyone have any digestive pills? I ate too much lobster today, my stomach hurts." The Group Chat explodes with the rage of starving people. [Ding! Neighbor's Envy detected. Reward: 1000 Crates of Coke!] [The Hoard - Trillions of Supplies] Reborn three days before the Eternal Freeze, Alex rejected his "Good Guy" persona. With a Trillion-Dollar Credit Line and a [Dimensional Storage], he emptied the world's warehouses. Walmart's entire inventory? Bought. The city's largest grain reserve? Emptied. A frantic arms dealer's entire stock? Stolen. While others fought for a single moldy bread, Alex built a fortress filled with enough supplies to last ten lifetimes. [The Conflict - Ruthless Rejection] "Alex! I'm your fiancée! Open the door, I'm freezing!" Linda screams outside, her eyelashes turning to ice. Alex looks at the surveillance monitor, holding a steaming bucket of KFC. He turns on the intercom and chews loudly: "Sorry, honey. I'd love to let you in, but my dog gets anxious around strangers. Enjoy the snow." In this frozen hell, kindness is death. I have the supplies. I have the power. And I will watch you freeze.
天天说剧 · 6.2k Views