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FORBIDDEN FREQUENCIES

[UPDATE EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY AT 10 P.M.] WARNING [ CONTAINS SOME REALLY DISTURBING SCENES] Zara Quinn has built her career on exposing the truth. As an investigative journalist for the New York Chronicle, she's never met a story she couldn't crack—until she's assigned to infiltrate the dark underground music scene of Brooklyn, where young women have been vanishing without a trace. All roads lead to The Abyss, a notorious nightclub where shadows dance to hypnotic beats, and at its center reigns Ravyn Cross—a legendary DJ whose sets are as intoxicating as they are dangerous. With her raven-black hair, haunting presence, and a reputation whispered in equal parts fear and fascination, Ravyn is everything Zara should stay away from. But when Zara goes undercover as "Zee," a lost soul seeking refuge in the dark, she finds herself caught in Ravyn's magnetic pull. What begins as a dangerous game of cat and mouse ignites into an obsession neither can control. Ravyn sees through Zara's disguise from the very first night—and decides to play along, weaving a web of manipulation, desire, and psychological warfare. As Zara descends deeper into Ravyn's world, the lines between investigation and addiction blur. Every touch is a transaction. Every kiss, a trap. Every night together pulls Zara further from the light she once knew, until she can no longer tell if she's hunting a criminal or surrendering to the one person who truly understands the darkness inside her. But The Abyss holds secrets far more sinister than either woman anticipated. A trafficking ring, a missing sister, ghosts of past lovers, and a web of lies that entangles them both in violence and crime. When the truth finally surfaces, Zara faces an impossible choice: escape and reclaim her life, or stay and embrace the beautiful, brutal cage Ravyn has built around her heart. In a city that never sleeps, two women spiral into a love so toxic it might just destroy them both—or forge them into something far more dangerous together. Forbidden Frequencies is a dark, unapologetic exploration of obsession, power, and the thin line between love and possession. This is not a story of redemption. This is a story of descent. Tags : #SUPERSTAR, #THRILLER, #YURIE, #SMUT, #ROMANCE, #ABUSIVELOVE...
JMCarl_22 · 9.9k Views

KRONOS MAW: RISE OF THE TEMPORAL ANCHOR

Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage or announce itself. It simply waits at the edge of everything, patient and absolute, whispering one promise to every crack in reality it finds. Entropy. Silence. Nothingness. For centuries the Temporal Lattice has kept it locked away. But the Lattice is fracturing. And every Rift pulse Kronos Maw unleashes loosens another thread. Every world he destroys opens another crack. He believes he is using the Void as a weapon. He doesn't understand that the Void is using him. Across the multiverse others are stirring. A wind-singer on a floating citadel of crystal spires whose songs travel through cracks in reality. A stone-skinned guardian on a desert world where sand itself is frozen in time. Ancient Weavers watching from a pocket dimension outside of time entirely. Warriors from rift-scarred worlds carrying powers forged from broken timelines. All of them feeling the same fractures. All of them sending the same desperate signal. Hold the line. On Earth Alex's only allies are a sharp-eyed tech genius with fourteen pages of notes, a former bully with a blade forged from broken time, and a four hundred year old guardian who has been waiting specifically for him. Together they are the first defense between New Lagos and oblivion. Between Earth and the unraveling of everything. Two threats. One is coming for him. The other is coming for everything. Some legacies skip generations. Some wait four hundred years. Alex's just arrived. And the question isn't whether he's ready. The question is whether ready even matters anymore. The lattice is fracturing. The tyrant is coming. The Void is whispering. And a boy from New Lagos is all that stands between existence and the hungry silence at the edge of time. The war for time itself begins here. Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage
pee_cious · 17.1k Views

Arcana Null : 22 - The Fool Who Imprisoned Fate

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.
Haise_Hkr · 17k Views