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Too Many Losing Heroes

Too Many Losing Heroes Five lives. Five stories. Each scar hides a reason to love again. Told through five arcs, every story reveals a different kind of love — gentle or painful, quiet or fierce — each capturing a truth about what it really means to love and to lose. Arc 1 — Rahul: The Artist of Lies He hides behind sarcasm and silence — a boy who doesn’t believe in love or justice anymore. But when a strange confession turns his quiet world upside down, he finds himself drawn into something he never expected: sincerity. In a place full of fake smiles and whispered rumors, Rahul learns that sometimes the hardest truth is letting someone see who you really are. A story of trust, redemption, and the kind of love that feels too real to be safe. Arc 2 — Raj (Hayabusa): The Boy with the Scar To everyone, Raj is perfect — a calm, focused fencing champion who never loses his composure. But perfection is just another mask. When an unexpected encounter challenges the loneliness he’s carried for years, Raj must decide if he’s ready to open his heart again — or if some memories are too sharp to hold. A story about gentle hearts, hidden pain, and finding someone who doesn’t flinch at your scars. Arc 3 — Leo: The Star Who Forgot to Shine He was born to be adored — the idol, the dancer, the name on every billboard. But fame is a cruel mirror, and Leo’s reflection hides more than anyone knows. When a girl with quiet eyes steps into his world, she doesn’t see the celebrity — she sees the boy still learning how to breathe. And for the first time, he wonders if love could be louder than applause. A story about fame, fear, and the courage to love when everyone’s watching. Arc 4 — Hritik: The One Who Sees Too Much Hritik trusts numbers more than people. He built walls out of code, firewalls around his heart — because data doesn’t lie, but people always do. Then someone begins breaking through both. As secrets unravel and memories resurface, Hritik learns that not every connection is meant to be encrypted. A story about control, vulnerability, and falling for someone who knows how to read your silence. Arc 5 — Neel: The Forgotten Memory He doesn’t remember what he lost — only that something inside him aches for answers. Surrounded by friends who treat him like glass, Neel begins to piece together the truth hidden behind their smiles. But when love brings back the memories they all tried to bury, Neel must face the question none of them ever could: Was it worth it? A story about memory, love, and the quiet heroism of forgiveness. Series Theme Every arc is a different kind of love — one born from pain, another from trust, another from loss. Five broken hearts, one shared story. Because not all heroes save others. Some just save themselves — one heartbeat at a time.
The_Prince_XI · 11.3k Views

Triplet Alpha's Omega Mate

Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.” “Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?” “I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.” “Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.” From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.” Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.” “We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—” “So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?” “No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.” “We were cruel,” Levi admitted. “We were wrong,” Louis echoed. Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence. Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”
Sugarlitics · 1.3m Views

Contract Marriage; Escaping My Ex.

(A spin-off of “Submitting to My Ex-Uncle”. However, can be read alone) ……… He ruined her once. Now, she belongs to another man. Three years after Elias shattered her heart and disappeared, Amara has rebuilt her life. Or at least, pretended to. Her books are bestsellers now, her name was highly adored, and her smile well practiced. However, when the ghosts of her past resurface, she does the unthinkable. She immediately marries Travis Alden. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. A man who doesn’t believe in love but needs a wife for reasons of his own. It was supposed to be a business arrangement. No touch. No feelings. And no complications. Until Elias returns. Her first love, and her greatest sin. A fire she thought she buried comes roaring back to life. Travis tempts her with safety and devotion. Slowly, he even began to show her what love really felt like. Meanwhile, Elias drags her back into the darkness she once called home. He still looks at her like she’s the only prayer he ever learned to say. And when he whispers mine against her skin, the line between past and present blurs dangerously. In a world where desire is a weapon and love is the deadliest addiction, Amara must decide which man she’s willing to burn for. The husband who would kill to keep her, or the ex who already destroyed her once? ………. “I love my marriage, Elias.” She said it too quickly. The words escaped her lips like a reflex, and not a truth. Elias’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the air between them felt charged enough to burn them. “Do you?” he asked, voice low. Too low. It trembled with everything between pain and hunger. “Then why do your pupils dilate when I walk in, Amara?” She swallowed hard, her spine pressing lightly against the wall behind her. He was close enough for her to feel the whisper of his breath near her temple “You don’t get to do this anymore.” She gasped at him. He smiled. “Do what? Remind you what it felt like to actually want someone?” Her pulse raced; she hated that he could still read it, and still hear it. “Stop it.” Elias reached up, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her skin, light as a ghost, and yet she felt it everywhere. “You can tell him you love him all you want,” he murmured, his lips just an inch from her ear, “but just don’t look at him like this when you do.” She exhaled sharply, trying to turn away, but he caught her wrist gently, not to restrain her, just to remind her. “Because that look…” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, “this look used to be mine.”
Bekah_rob · 12.6k Views

Reborn as the Wife He Killed

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?
pikapikaqu12 · 394.9k Views

My Contract Marriage with my Narcissist Boss

Kang Hye-rin thought she’d buried her past — especially the memory of Lee Joon-hyuk, the boy who once humiliated her in front of their entire school. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Years later, he’s her boss — colder, sharper, and infuriatingly handsome in a suit that probably costs more than her rent. And just when she’s finally learned how to avoid him, he makes an offer that flips her world upside down. A contract marriage. ₩150 million now, ₩200 million after one year. No emotions. No strings. Just business. For Joon-hyuk, it’s the perfect way to protect his company and calm the board’s demands for a “stable” image. For Hye-rin, it’s the only way to save her family’s restaurant and pay off the debt her father took after her brother’s accident. But living under the same roof with a man she once hated — a man whose slightest glance still makes her heart stutter — turns out to be harder than she ever imagined. Every argument sparks, every silence hums, and every accidental touch blurs the line between pretending and feeling. He’s arrogant, jealous, and dangerously charming. She’s stubborn, proud, and one heartbeat away from falling again. And somewhere between the lies, laughter, and late-night standoffs… their fake marriage starts to feel a little too real. Because sometimes, love doesn’t knock — it barges back in wearing a perfect suit and an infuriating smirk. Contemporary romance, Ceo, enemies-to-lovers, Korean setting, handsome male lead, strong female lead, slow burn, love triangle.
VolaxPen · 48.7k Views

System Tearstone : Claim The Violet Thorne [BL]

Three realms burn. Six sins awaken. And beneath the ruins, an ancient curse stirs—hungry for souls. At the center of it all stands a boy who should never have survived. He once had a name—Kirihito Orohana, a lonely child crushed by fate. Reborn as Wèi Yīlíng, he becomes the chosen vessel of the System Tearstone: a living curse designed to harvest devotion, despair, and blood. Beautiful. Devoted. Dangerous. He is taught to break others before they break him— and to obey a mission that could grant him freedom… or erase the world. But the system did not predict him. A fallen god with white hair and royal-blue eyes, walking among mortals in quiet exile. Xùe Jiǎng Língxī, once the Violet God, now bound to the remnants of his shattered purity. Lingxi is the half the system cannot control. The warmth Wèi Yīlíng does not understand. The past that refuses to stay buried. Five fates bind the vessel and the god— devotion, betrayal, desire, memory, and a bond that should never exist. In a world where heroes bleed in silence and love itself is a curse, every choice draws blood, and every moment of warmth demands a price. Will Wèi Yīlíng obey the mission carved into his soul— or risk everything for a love that may last only thirty breaths? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. ◆ Fallen god & divine judgment ◆ Emotional curse system ◆ Slow-burn, forbidden devotion ◆ Morally gray lovers ◆ Cursed intimacy & soul-bond ◆ Sect betrayal & divine hypocrisy ◆ Reincarnation & fate cycles ◆ Dark cultivation ◆ Love as endurance, not possession Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. This is not a story about heroes who win easily, or love that survives untouched. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. Welcome.
YanYeXin · 87.6k Views