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A withering flower at devil's mercy

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?
Akira_Kanesada · 386.4k Views

CROWN OF ASH AND MOONBLOOD

In Iruwa, magic is not inherited the way land or titles are. It is taken,paid for, Survived. Zalira Nembara knows this better than most. She is the last daughter of a fallen royal house, raised on what was lost rather than what was promised. She keeps her head down, her power hidden, and her name unspoken. In Iruwa, women born with moon-bound magic do not get choices. They are married into usefulness, silenced into obedience, or erased entirely. Zalira has spent her life avoiding all three. Then the Ash Crown awakens. A relic older than the kingdoms themselves. A crown that does not belong to bloodlines or tradition. A crown that chooses. Its choice places Zalira at the center of a prophecy no one agrees on and no one trusts. One kingdom calls for her execution. Another demands she be bound by marriage before her power can grow wild. And somewhere between politics and fear, a man who has never needed permission decides he wants her loyalty. Prince Kadeem Ayorun of Kisiwa is known for ending wars without apology. His rule is built on shadow, fire, and the kind of power that leaves no room for mercy. The magic in his blood reacts to Zalira’s in ways neither of them understand violent, dangerous, and far too intimate to ignore. As alliances fracture and magic begins to change its own rules, Zalira is forced to decide what she is willing to become. A queen. A weapon. Or something far more dangerous. Because in Iruwa, crowns are never taken gently. And love has never been harmless.
MeedahNoire · 38.1k Views

Metro Genesis.

METRO GENESIS by Ada. The year is 3044. Humanity made it this far. Barely. AI got sorted eventually, redirected toward handling the tedious, the administrative, the soul-crushing weight of daily existence so humans could spend time doing things that actually required being human. A noble vision. Metro City found a way to make even that sinister. Metro City was never a good place to live. It was, however, always a spectacular place to disappear, into its rain-slicked streets, its corporate towers, its carefully maintained illusion that someone, somewhere, had things under control. Buried beneath that illusion was the Nemesis Protocol Unit. Black ops. Off the books. The agency that handled the problems polite society preferred to pretend didn't exist. The NPU didn't officially exist. It was also the only thing standing between Metro City and complete collapse. For nearly as long as the NPU existed, there was NexoPharma. Gleaming towers. Government contracts. The kind of respectability built on strategic donations and carefully placed allies. Ask anyone on the street what NexoPharma was really doing in those labs and they'd lower their voice and say the same thing: bioweapons. They weren't wrong. In 3034, rookie agent Adrian Cole was assigned to NexoPharma Tower. Routine investigation. Get in, gather evidence, get out. It was not routine. The tower caught fire. The kill teams mobilized. His senior partner went back for him when he didn't have to, pushed Adrian clear, and didn't make it out. Adrian crawled from that building on two broken ankles, alone, with the sound of screaming that stopped too soon ringing in his ears. He spent two weeks in hospital. He spent the next ten years trying to deserve it. By 3044, Adrian Cole is the Ace of NPU, the best field agent the Nemesis Protocol Unit has ever produced. Decorated. Relentless. Still haunted. The kind of man who walks into situations that break other agents and walks out with the truth still intact. Metro City is working on fixing that. Above him sits Elias, NPU's iron-spined higher up, a man who has survived long enough to know exactly which questions you ask out loud and which ones you take permanently to your grave. He gives Adrian enough information to complete the mission. Never quite enough to understand what the mission actually is. Then there is Garrick, pilot, transport specialist, and somehow the most aggressively normal human being in this entire story. We are enormously fond of him. We are also deeply concerned for him. There is also Marcus. That's all we're saying about Marcus. You'll understand why. And finally, Aveline. Ace of the Crime Division. Half Canadian, half Russian. The kind of dangerous that doesn't announce itself. She is a psychopath, this is not a plot twist, not a slow revelation, not a dramatic chapter reveal. Everyone who works with her knows it. Everyone who works against her really knows it. She is not looking for redemption. She was never soft. She looked at Metro City in all its corruption and decided the correct response was not to fix it, but to be better at it than everyone else in the room. Not sweet. But definitely a psycho. Metro City is rotting. The Nexo Incident has begun. The corporations are panicking quietly, violently, and with excellent legal representation. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, an agent running on borrowed time and a woman who never needed a reason are about to find out exactly how deep Metro City's rot goes. It goes very deep. Nobody is ready. Least of all you. Welcome to Metro Genesis. Try not to get attached.
Ada_exe · 51.5k Views

GAME OF THRONES: AEGON THE AVENGER

Lightweight system) (Slow-heating) Aegon travels to the world of A Song of Ice and Fire and becomes Aegon Targaryen, who shares the same name. Good news: He possesses the bloodline of the Valyrian Dragon King and can ride dragons. Bad news: I didn't transmigrate into Aegon the Conqueror who conquered the Seven Kingdoms, nor into any of the Targaryen kings in history, but into "Little Aegon"—yes, the one who got smashed against a wall by the Mountain and had his head split open. To make matters worse, the Targaryen dynasty had already fallen, and a usurper had ascended the throne in King's Landing. He could only drag his broken body and rely on the system to stay alive as he fled to the Narrow Sea. Aegon thought he was getting a tragic and heartbreaking script, but what happened? Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in at the Valyrian Ruins and received 1 chance to win a prize. Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Golden Legendary item and obtained King Ghidorah (juvenile form). Aegon stared in astonishment at the grotesque three-headed beast on the system screen: "Wait... is this art style right?!" When the shadow of a three-headed dragon, obscuring the sky, swept across King's Landing, when the chaotic Seven Kingdoms were reunited under the dragon's wings, and when usurpers and traitors were reduced to ashes in the flames, the maesters who wrote the Targaryen Chronicles bestowed upon him the title "Aegon the Avenger" after Aegon the Conqueror.
Gk1808 · 1.3m Views

The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

He was stolen before he could be named. Experimented on before he could walk. And somewhere in the shadows — an enemy has been watching him ever since. Xavier didn't choose this life. He didn't choose the prophecy, the power, or the war closing in around him. What he did choose — what he chooses every single day — are the ideals his father gave him: that love is worth dying for, and that protecting others is reason enough to keep standing. But the force hunting Xavier's world has been preparing for decades. Patient. Methodical. Always smiling. Its ambition doesn't stop at conquest or empire — it reaches for godhood itself, for the power to rewrite reality and remake the world in the image of one man's vision. A world where only the worthy survive. Where he alone decides what worthy means. One boy carrying his father's ideals. One genius who believes his vision justifies every cost. And between them — a question that cuts deeper than any blade: Is Xavier a hero because fate decided he would be? Or because he chose to be, despite everything it costs him? The Superior Rebirth is a dark fantasy epic about heroism, love, sacrifice, and the difference between the destiny you're handed and the one you carve out yourself — set against the smoke and ambition of an industrial age where power is the only currency that matters. This is not a story about becoming powerful. It is a story about becoming worthy of the people who believed in you. ------------------------------------------------- Support my book on other Sites :) : Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/368678204-the-superior-rebirth-a-hero%27s-awakening Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/86403/the-superior-rebirth-a-heros-awakening Scribblehub: https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1111001/the-superior-rebirth-a-heros-awakening
Future_courge · 209.6k Views