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Tasha-Motherfucking-Brown. Say it loud. Say it twice. Never forget it. Tasha Brown is a storm in heels, all sinful lips, dangerous curves, and eyes that dare the world to look away first. She's unapologetic, untouchable, and never afraid to bite when someone gets too close. Beauty made sharp. Attitude wrapped in luxury. Chaos with a smile pretty enough to ruin a man's life. She moves like the world owes her an apology and a seat at the head of the table. Then there's Idris Romano-Creed II. Tall, controlled, and sculpted like some forgotten deity, Idris is the kind of man people feel before they see. His skin is dark as midnight, his gaze a molten gray-brown, and his presence powerful enough to make an entire room straighten its spine. Born into legacy and sharpened by blood, Idris is power dressed in precision. He doesn't walk into rooms. He claims them. His name sends whispers crawling across cities. His empire is stitched together with charisma, cruelty, discipline, and secrets no sane person would dare touch. One of them is the devil in disguise. The other is a mystery with teeth of her own. When Tasha and Idris collide, the world doesn't spark. It detonates. She thinks he's a sexy asshole with too much control and too many secrets. He thinks her fire is begging to be contained before it burns down everything in reach. But Tasha doesn't bend for powerful men, and Idris doesn't lose control for anyone. The more they circle each other, the more dangerous the game becomes. This isn't just lust. It's pride. Obsession. Revenge. Power. A war of wills between two people too stubborn to surrender and too drawn to each other to walk away clean. In a battle where love feels like violence and desire burns hotter than hate, there are no soft landings. Only scorch marks. Broken rules. And the kind of pressure that doesn't just build. It explodes.
Black_Hennessy · 10.5k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 264.8k Views

Tenacity of the Monarch

Numen's death is only the beginning. Evelyn, a former human who ascended to omnipotence through countless reincarnations and stolen powers, plucks his soul from oblivion. Bored after eons of existence, she chooses him as her latest entertainment and hurls him into the brutal Warhammer 40,000 universe. Unlike most souls, Numen's bends rather than breaks. Though his memories are erased, his instincts, adaptability, and sarcasm remain. He awakens in the underhive of an Imperial Hive World with nothing but a twisted System and the cryptic title "Monarch." Weak, unarmed, and alone, Numen navigates a grimdark labyrinth of gangs, Enforcers, ancient vaults, and horrors lurking beneath civilization. His progression system revolves around Exploits, rewarding him with powers for dangerous or absurd feats. Darkly humorous, the System frequently comments on his actions and reflects Evelyn's mischievous interference. As Numen adapts to violence and danger, he grapples with identity, morality, and the knowledge that his suffering is a cosmic spectator sport. Evelyn serves as patron, audience, and possible future ally. Her genuine enjoyment of Numen's growth may mask a deeper emotional investment. This complex relationship is a central pillar of the story, as Numen's sarcastic pragmatism and psychological resilience clash with his loneliness and existential dread. Surviving against impossible odds, he begins to suspect that the "Monarch" designation is more than a cruel joke. The System's bizarre rewards and Evelyn's interventions hint at hidden powers and forgotten memories. Numen's rise from scavenger to leader unfolds within the Warhammer 40,000 universe's terrifying grandeur. He builds factions, claims territory, and gains political influence. What begins as a dark comedy of survival transforms into a saga of power and identity, with Numen struggling to understand his role in a game far larger than he imagined. As Evelyn watches with growing interest, Numen's authority and ambition expand. The cost of survival mounts, but so do the stakes. With each new challenge, he edges closer to the truth of his existence and the terrifying potential of his "Monarch" destiny. The story balances grimdark horror with absurdity, as Numen's internal commentary and the System's dark wit provide levity amid the chaos. Ultimately, Numen's journey is one of transformation. From pawn to player, he emerges as a force that could reshape the galaxy, but only if he can survive the cosmic game Evelyn has set in motion. Themes of persistence, adaptation, and the search for meaning drive a narrative where entertainment and power collide, leaving Numen to wonder if he is a Monarch or merely a pawn in an omnipotent being's endless diversion. __________________________ Disclaimer This is a non-commercial fan work created for entertainment purposes. Certain settings, factions, terminology, concepts, and intellectual property referenced within this story belong to their respective owners. Warhammer 40,000 and all associated names, characters, organizations, locations, and concepts are the property of Games Workshop Limited. No challenge to ownership is intended. All original characters, original plot elements, and original narrative content not belonging to existing intellectual property are the author's own creation. This work is unofficial, not endorsed by, sponsored by, or affiliated with Games Workshop Limited or any other rights holder.
Zesrael · 10.8k Views