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"Ekaterina"

Today, we unravel a tale as old as time--The tale of the warrior, the tale of the emperors, the winners, and a tragic love story that spread throughout the globe. It was the 300 Ad. The city of Constantinople was under the rule of Constantine the I. The city was the major hub for culture, cuisine, art, and trade. Constantinople have had many governors--Though this story covers the legend of a man named Aurelius Trojan. The Trojan prince--Now the emperor's advisor stood by him in court. 15 years ago, he had ruled the vibrant city of Trojantium. The people wholeheartedly praised their ruler. Chanting things such as: "Our ruler will have it taken care of," vivat la Troja! Though--On a particular September of 285 Ad-Tragedy struck. The Mongol raid had left a devastated population of Trojantium. People were massacred, men, women, children, and elderly--All wiped out. At this very event--Aurelius's pregnant wife--Ekaterina. Who had been locked up as a prisoner of war and was put under viscous torture and burned to death. Trojan had held her burned frame, his heart bled with hunger--The hunger to take everything from the degenerates who did this to him. On the same month--He fled and surrendered to Constantine. Who then pardoned his rebellion and took him as one of his men. Soon, Aurelius won his favor and climbed up to the position of his advisor. At this very time--The relations with the Mongols progressed. Trojan himself wasn't thrilled--Yet couldn't defy orders. Many ambassadors were sent. Banquets were held--Yet this particular banquette stunned him. 300 AD, October 1. "Please welcome, (Lady) Ludovica Ginevra-The court stood up except for the emperor. He stayed seated as the lady made her way down the soft glow of the grand hall. Her chin was up as she held her head in pride. Her green-Alluring gaze roamed over the men bowing in rows. Trojan stood--his eyes then fell to her as he froze in place, (Da Dum*) His pulse quickened with every breath. K-Katya...? His voice came out lower than the wind than the wind itself. He stared at her in utter shock as she then made her way Infront of the emperor and him. She dipped into a graceful bow as she then turned her head to him. Their eyes locked as time stopped--She smiled easily. Her cheeks formed the same dimples he had once adored. "I wonder what your name would be, dominus?" That was enough to make him snap--he murmured something yet still kept his gaze on her. He stared at her as the shock was still imminent in his face. "What is this...?" His heart raced. Is this the way of God rewarding me...? perhaps ... Ekaterina or Luduvica stood beside him. Her lips held a gracious smile--This was her second chance... (The glasses clinked*) They all then toasted for her. Her gloved hands clutched the flimsy glass--My one and only... Welcome to the world of the wicked and the lovers--who would passionately die for the very things they loved! Even if it meant to pit one another into a deeper hole. Read more to continue unraveling the secrets of City, Constantinople, and lovers who were caught up in the deadly political intrigues of the high Archy. Will they survive, or will they be crushed under the shoe of cruelty? Now that's worth a chapter!!
Aysegulyildiz · 417 Views

Summoned Into the Tower's Game: I am Forced to Conquer

“Well, if you sit down and think closely, life itself is boring. For ordinary people like me, we are supposed to go to school, get good grades, secure a better job, and build a family. Yeah, I think that this is boring. Why should I do that? Is it because society wants me to? The hell with that. The only thing I want to attain in this life is perfection. Yes, perfection, I want to be something more perfect. But what does that even mean? This world is like a tutorial game with no final boss. School, job, and family, I never asked for that. So I hacked the system. The only game left worth playing is the one I create myself. The objective of this game is to forge this ordinary flesh and brain of mine into a flawless work of art. Not for fame, not for gods. But for one thing, this world can’t give me: A real challenge. But this boring yet beautiful world keeps dragging me down, and I will burn it all away before I let it win. I will either become a god of my own design or die of boredom. No third option lies ahead.” So this is the philosophy of Jade, a teenager who wants nothing in this world but perfection. But his prayers are answered when, suddenly, a dark, huge tower erupts from nowhere. It's so massive that its peak cannot be seen. Jade is then selected as a god candidate to climb the tower. They said reaching the top of this tower Grants godhood. Now the stakes have been set, let's see how Jade ascends this tower. His madness, rage, and Joy.
I_am_kelly · 731 Views

Cinderella CEO

They killed me for my crown. They will pay. My name is Elara Sterling, and I died at twenty-eight. Pushed off a balcony by my stepsister while my stepmother watched and my fiancé held her waist. They stole my company, my home, my parents' legacy—everything. I woke up not in heaven or hell, but in the past. I'm eighteen again, the day the viper and her daughter first slithered into my home. The day my ruin began. But the naive heiress is gone. In her place is a soul forged in betrayal, with ten years of foresight and a vengeance that burns cold. My stepmother wants my fortune? I'll use her own schemes to bankrupt her. My stepsister wants my social status? I'll make her a pariah with a single, viral post. My ex-fiancé wants to use me for my connections? I'll destroy his family's empire from the inside out. My most powerful weapon? The one man they all fear: Kaelen Vancourt. My ex-fiancé's reclusive, ruthless uncle. A man ten years my senior, a kingmaker who views the world as a chessboard. We had an alliance, a partnership, and above all, a marriage. Our contract is simple: he needed a wife, and I needed the husband - an alliance built from mutual advantage - but it quickly becomes something hotter and more dangerous. Something we never expected. This time, I'm not waiting to be saved. I'm the one wielding the sword. I refuse to be just a pawn on their chessboard. I want to be a player, and I am playing to win - if that requires blood, manipulation or public ruin, so be it. This is not a fairy tale. It's a takeover.
Vespera_star · 32.7k Views