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Bound to my Enemy

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.
EvaGrey · 15.4k Views

Level-Up Apocalypse

The world did not end in fire. It rotted. Civilization collapsed overnight. Cities fell, demons descended, the dead began walking - not mindlessly, but under a growing, forced will. Vincent, an ordinary man drowning in debt, clung to fragile hope. Then, hell arrived - he became something worse than a victim. A mysterious zombie virus descended, but Vincent did not turn. He awakened as a carrier. He became the first infected - a Progenitor. Every life claimed by the virus strengthens him...and stains his soul. He walks a razor's edge between savior and catastrophe. Survival is sin and requires everything. Venturing into ruins, facing demons, and making impossible choices - there is no good choice. No gain. No winning or losing. No choosing the good. Only choosing the lesser evil. Meanwhile, trust fractures. Humanity's last forces are not as united as they appear. Ghosts of the past hunt them. False grief hides calculated malice. While they battle demons, something far more terrifying has already infiltrated among them. Factions rise, hidden powers awaken. One question looms over the ruins of the world. Can a man who commands the dead still save the living - or will he become the very end he fears? Hopes are fading. The role of humanity seems insignificant. And the end? Certain. In the shadows, unknown forces are at bay. Bound by the universal rules at the moment, restrained. But time is ticking. The day draws near. What fate awaits humanity and the world once the chains break and the mysterious forces can act freely?
HAVEMERCY · 8.7k Views

Naruto: Reborn as the Grandson of Raikage

This is Original Fanon not translation. I wrote this fanon. Experimenting with titles... For Advance chapters: Rise of Kumogakure For Advance chapters: [patreon.com/aizenDuchiha0] --- Rukon, a Muay Thai fighter from Thailand, spent his life chasing victory and finally won the championship he always dreamed of. But soon after, circumstances forced him out of the sport he loved. Stripped of purpose, he spiraled into depression and took his own life. Instead of fading into nothingness, he found himself reborn in the Naruto in Kumogakure, as the grandson of the legendary Third Raikage, right in the middle of the Third Great Ninja War. Rukon begins reshaping the future of Kumo. He revives the forgotten treasures of the Sage of Six Paths, reforms the village's systems, and slowly alters the chain of events that once led to the Third Raikage's death. But his influence doesn't stop at Kumo. He even changes the fate of Hinata Hyuga, the girl he once admired, ensuring that Kumo's infamous kidnapping attempt succeeds in a very different way than history recorded. -- Genres: Action / Drama / Slow Burn Romance / Alt-Universe / Male-Oriented MC Pairing: OC x Hinata Tags: Reincarnation, OP Hinata, OP OC, Kumo-centric, Redemption, Found Family, Coming-of-Age, Divergent Timeline Updates: 3 chapters per week Quick Heads up: Chapters 1 to 60 will be 3rd great ninja war events and their changes, there will lot of changes from canon. Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don't claim ownership or credit for any pre-existing characters or content associated with the original Naruto or Boruto franchise.
aizenDuchiha0 · 494.2k Views

SETH : The Blind Architect

In the sword-and-sorcery Kingdom of Arcane, the sudden emergence of an unregistered dungeon triggers panic across guilds, churches, and noble houses. Expeditions enter and never return. Rankings escalate from bronze to gold to S-rank, yet the dungeon only grows deadlier—refining itself, adapting, learning. What the world does not know is that the dungeon is not a natural phenomenon. At its heart is Seth Ducalion, the discarded son of House Andreas—blinded, framed, and condemned as useless after a brutal betrayal that costs him his sight and his place in succession. Presumed dead after an ambush on his family’s estate, Seth survives and disappears beneath the earth, where intellect, preparation, and ruthless logic become his weapons. Blind yet calculating, Seth constructs a multi-layered subterranean domain through memory, sound, touch, and precise engineering. Each floor is a deliberate test of attrition, adaptation, and despair. Traps are not meant to kill quickly but to exhaust, mislead, and erase certainty. Magic is countered by mechanism; faith by inevitability. Survivors are not allowed. As the dungeon’s reputation grows, Seth forms uneasy contracts with demons and gods—not as a servant, but as an equal. He eliminates divine subordinates, rejects worship, and accepts commissions only when payment is measured in artifacts and knowledge. His actions draw the attention of higher beings who cannot classify him as mortal, apostle, or monster. Inside the dungeon, Seth refines himself further—creating autonomous guardians, artificial intelligences, living metal constructs, and experimental relic systems. His closest allies include Agatha, a high-caliber witch bound by mutual interest, and Vulcan, a dragon whose mastery of technique tempers Seth’s growing volatility. A catastrophic experiment fractures Seth’s identity, manifesting three ideological variants—Chelsea, Ariel, and Legion—each representing a different path: restraint, growth, and domination. Though united by origin, they act independently, exposing the internal schism forming within Seth’s mind and power. Meanwhile, the world responds with force. Knight orders, noble expeditions, and elite S-rank adventurers descend floor by floor, only to be annihilated. Each defeat confirms a terrifying truth: the dungeon is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to observe, adapt, and prove superiority through endurance. As gods intervene and reality itself strains under the dungeon’s unnatural design, Seth faces a looming existential threat—one that may force him to choose between remaining a hidden architect of judgment or becoming something the world can no longer ignore. Seth is a dark fantasy progression novel about intelligence over strength, identity under pressure, and the cost of absolute preparation—where survival is never accidental, mercy is inefficient, and victory belongs to the one who learns faster than the world can react.
Lucky_Leonardo · 863 Views

FAE DEBT

FAE DEBT Everyone knows better than to owe the Fae. I knew it too. The debt came due on a night when the moon looked sharpened, like it could cut you just by being seen. Silver light bled through the trees as I crossed into the Hollow, where the air hummed with old magic and newer malice. My name tasted wrong in my mouth there, as if the forest rejected it. I had borrowed once. Just once. A year ago, my sister was dying—breath rattling, eyes already half gone. Hospitals had failed us. Prayers had bounced off the ceiling and fallen back broken. Someone whispered of the Fae, of bargains struck beneath roots older than kings. I told myself I would pay any price. I just didn’t ask what the price would be. The Fae Queen waited at the center of the Hollow, seated on a throne grown from bone-white branches and living vines. She was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—too sharp, too perfect. Her smile carried promises and punishments in equal measure. “You’re late,” she said gently. Time didn’t behave here. “I came as soon as I could.” She laughed, and the sound made the leaves shiver. “You came when you could no longer delay.” Fair. Her eyes—green like rot beneath gold—dragged over me. “Do you know what you owe?” “My life,” I said. “My service. My—” “No,” she interrupted, still smiling. “Those are cheap currencies. Humans always offer them first.” She stood. The forest leaned inward, listening. “You owe me what you love most that does not love you back.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not fair,” I said. The Fae Queen stepped closer, close enough that I smelled wildflowers and blood. “Fairness is a human obsession. I saved your sister. She lives. She laughs. She does not wake screaming anymore.” My hands clenched. Images of my sister flooded me—alive, warm, untouched by death. The miracle I had begged for. “And now?” I asked quietly. “Now,” the Queen said, “I collect.” The Hollow shifted. From the shadows stepped him. My breath caught. Elias. The man I had loved in silence for years. My best friend. The one who smiled at me like family, never like hunger. The one who had chosen someone else and never known what he took from me by doing so. He looked confused, human, painfully real. “Why does this place feel wrong?” he asked me. “Why do you look like you’re about to break?” The Queen’s voice brushed my ear. “Your debt is not his death. I’m not cruel.” She paused. Smiled wider. “I’m creative.” The ground beneath Elias shimmered, turning mirror-smooth. He looked down, startled—and then his reflection moved when he did not. It reached up, touched the glass, and smiled back with too many teeth. “No,” I whispered. “He will remain,” the Queen said, “forever just out of reach. Remembered. Untouched. Perfectly preserved in your wanting.” Elias reached for me, his hand passing through my chest like cold mist. “Why can’t I feel you?” Because the Fae do not take flesh. They take longing. The Queen stepped back, satisfied. “Your sister will live a full life. She will never know the cost. And you—” She leaned close, her voice velvet and venom. “—will never love anything without remembering what it costs to borrow from us.” The Hollow began to fade. The moon dulled. The forest released me. I woke at dawn, my phone buzzing with a message from my sister: Good morning. I feel amazing today. I smiled. And somewhere, just beyond the edge of the world, Elias waited—owing nothing, trapped in everything I never said. That is the truth of Fae Debt. They never take what you offer. They take what you cannot stop paying.
Joy_Onah_7369 · 873 Views