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SAVE MY WRETCHED SOUL.

He had everything. He had reached the pinnacle of fame. His name was a household name. Everything he touched turned to gold. Every movie or drama he worked on gained success. It was 1999 midnight was fast approaching and people were skeptical that the world would end when the clock struck midnight. Then he fell. He fell off his balcony into a cold dark swimming pool covered in ice. But fate had more in store for him. He woke up twenty five years later in a struggling twenty-three-year-old body. ******* ​"I love you. All of you," Haru whispered, his forehead resting against Raiven’s. His arm remained anchored around Raiven's waist, holding him steady, pulling him close with a gentleness that suggested he was afraid even the slightest force might break the man beneath him. ​Raiven let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he surrendered to Haru's warm embrace. ​Haru buried his face in the crook of Raiven’s neck, his breath warm against the skin. ​"If you keep saying things like that, I might just have to pin you down and fuck you again," Raiven murmured, a small, tired smirk tugging at his lips. ​Haru let out a soft, melodic chuckle, his lips grazing Raiven’s pulse point. Raiven’s skin reacted instantly, a shiver racing through him. He held his breath, his grip on Haru tightening as he fought to savor every ounce of proximity and warmth. ​He held on as if Haru were a ghost that might dissipate at any moment. He was terrified that if he let go, this would all prove to be an illusion,that he would be left in the cold again. That Haru wouldn't be his anymore. ​He wasn't ready to give up the sight of Haru’s beauty, or the way Haru whimpered and moaned his name as he worshipped his body. He had grown to adore Haru's quirks,the old-fashioned phrases that slipped from his tongue, the way his eyes danced with a century's worth of glee and curiosity. ​But most of all, Raiven was afraid that if Haru looked just a little bit closer, he would see the truth: exactly how much he had come to mean to him. **** I PLACED ⚠️ ON CHAPTERS THAT CONTAIN EXPLICIT CONTENT.
Pink_gracious · 24.3k Views

Gothic Requiem: The Bride of the Silent Cathedral [BL]

Cecil, a modern-day data analyst with a penchant for dark fantasy novels, finds himself transmigrated into the body of the 13th Lunar Vessel. In the world of the Solari Empire, the "13th Cycle" is a death sentence. Every hundred years, a silver-haired youth is sacrificed to the Abyssal God, Valerius, to act as a living seal for his leaking, destructive divinity. In the original story, the 13th Sacrifice dies in Chapter 1. But Cecil knows the "data" of this world. He knows that Valerius isn't just a monster—he’s a betrayed deity in agonizing pain. The Conflict By choosing to empathize with the God rather than fear him, Cecil survives the ritual. However, surviving creates a mechanical glitch in the empire’s power structure. He is now Soul-Bound to Valerius, feeling the God’s divine agony and wielding his "Frostfire" power. This places Cecil at the center of a lethal tug-of-war between two powerful men: The Abyssal God (Valerius): A possessive, ancient entity who views Cecil as his only tether to sanity and wants to reclaim the world that cast him out. The Sun Emperor (Solan): A brilliant but ruthless ruler who sees Cecil as a "Holy Weapon" to be used against the encroaching darkness. The Stakes Cecil must navigate the Sun Palace, a "Gilded Cage" filled with jealous fiancé’s, murderous Archdukes, and a corrupt Church that wants to "de-corrupt" him—a process that would mean his literal soul-erasure. To survive all 600 chapters, Cecil must level up his Cortex System, unlock all Nine Lunar Tails, and decide if he will save the world that condemned him, or burn it down with the God who loves him.
Kimberly_niya · 6.1k Views

Beauty and the Thief [BL]

This story asks for your patience in exchange for payoff. “Aaaah, you mean that useless fuck?’” In other words: Tao Hua's life in Siyue Town is fucking miserable, somehow earning him the title of "Village Disgrace." To cope with this, he retreats into tale after tale, dreaming of someone to save him from this worthless piece of shit town. Which brings us to our story! One fateful day, Tao Hua's entire routine is flipped upside down after stupidly running into a mysterious man. This man, titled Lord No-Name as per Tao Hua's fabulous creativity, was both tall and intimidating. And most importantly...he could read! No dumbfuck villager around had the brains, so our poor princess couldn't help himself, he had to find out more about this potential friend--and quite possibly his first ever. But there wa one problem with this touchy man that Tao Hua couldn't understand. To every question answered was three more posed. Through a twist of events, Tao Hua regrettably realizes this man of eloquence and many talents shares a common swntiment: he is also fucking miserable! BUt worse! And instead of coping like normal fucking person, he doesnt even bother! He doesn't escape. He doesn't cope. He just does nothing. 0/10, worst prince ever written. Misery aside, this fateful encounter will force Tao Hua to make a choice, but to this choice, he asks only one rhetorics question. "What was one mean-spirited beast to a town of people who despises a beauty's entire existence?" ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief is a slow-burn, stop to smell the roses, type of novel. That being said, the roses aren't your typical floral scent, and the prince isn't charming. He sucks, big time. It follows the POV of the princess, Tao Hua as he tries to understand just who this mystery man is and the curse that shrouds Chuhen Palace. ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief will be updated Monday-Wednesday-Friday. ──── ୨୧ ──── Disclaimer: This story borrows the premise of Beauty and the Beast, by Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont, relying heavily on the trope while also twisting it to smithereens. The beast element is exchanged for a power dynamic, and the curse differs from the original story. The narration borders on sarcastic, self-aware, while also targeting deeper topics. The narrator often breaks the fourth wall as a stylistic choice. ──── ୨୧ ──── !!!IMPORTANT WARNINGS!!! This story is morally complex and does follow topics such as abuse and manipulation. Understanding that, it's best to read knowing not all is what it seems, nor does the author endorse these themes. They just prefer to write darker topics with the potential of resolve.
Meowssey · 2.3k Views

From Lust to Love: An Obsessive Affair

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT:18+ This work is a dark, adult-oriented romance. Readers should expect: -Explicit sexual situations/smut -Intense emotional and physical power dynamics -Complex themes of obsession and possessiveness This novel is not suitable for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if you are uncomfortable with explicit content, please exit this story. SPOILER ALERT: Very Spicy chapter 1-4 SYNOPSIS: After his girlfriend dumps him for a man with a fatter wallet, Henry Sorn hits a dark, upscale club to forget his own sorrow. He spots a man—impeccably dressed, devastatingly handsome, and radiating raw, dangerous authority. Driven by a reckless, drunken impulse, Henry whispers a proposition: “Want to fuck?” The stranger pulls him into a shadow-drenched alcove, and their first night is a blur of desperate friction and primal need. The shock arrives the next morning in a lecture hall: the man from the club is Frank Miller, the university’s most esteemed—and intimidating—professor. Frank doesn't want romance; he wants a release valve. He’s a high-functioning closeted gay with a reputation to protect and a picture-perfect girlfriend waiting in the wings. He offers Henry a simple arrangement: no feelings, just sex. Henry, still aching from his breakup, agrees, hungry for the way Frank’s hands map his body and the way the professor’s icy composure melts into sweat-slicked command behind locked doors. But as the hookups grow more frequent and the intensity pushes them further into obsession, the line between "fuck buddies" and "belonging to each other" begins to fray. Henry is hooked on the taste of the man who isn't his to have—and he starts to realize that the more he pushes, the more the professor’s carefully constructed life starts to crack.
Jacy_Vikey · 5.3k Views

To Soothe A Dying Sun…(BL)

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a King?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The King’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the plant mage who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career.
precious_mcay · 41.6k Views