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The Pleasure Letters

Who knew disobeying your parents could destroy your entire life in just one night. It all started with one small act of rebellion… sneaking out. One night Evelyn should have stayed home. One moment where she didn’t listen. By morning, her brother was missing. Her dad was gone. And whatever innocence Eve had left disappeared without leaving a trace. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop blaming herself. If she hadn’t wanted more, none of that would’ve happened. Now Evelyn lives in a house that doesn’t feel like home. With a mother pretending they’re okay. And three stepbrothers who look at her like she’s a mistake that walked into their perfect life. They watch her intensely, and hate that she exists in their space. But sometimes… their stares linger too long. And she forgets they’re supposed to be off limits. Then the letters start coming. Anonymous, uncomfortable intimate letters, written like the sender knows too much about her. About the thoughts that lives inside her head, the fears she’s never said out loud, and the desires she refuses to admit even to herself. Every word feels like proof she’s being watched. She should burn the letters. She should be terrified, or tell someone about it. Instead, her hands shake as she opens the next one. Now she’s falling into something she shouldn’t want. Craving a mystery she should run from. The danger is getting closer….and whoever the stalker is, he’s not ready to stop sending the pleasure letters. The person writing them may already be standing in the same room with her. The slippery slope theory isn’t a theory. It’s a curse. The past is bleeding into the present. Will Evelyn find her missing brother before it’s too late? Or will she disappear the same way the rest of her innocence already has?
HiddenPearl · 17.6k Views

Unlimited Flow: Eternal Shutter

Lila Voss, a breathtakingly beautiful photographer whose lens captures the raw poetry of fleeting moments, stumbles into the Unlimited Flow during a solitary shoot in an abandoned urban ruin. For someone simple like her—that place seems simply impossible. Yet, she can see everything with her very own eyes. With zero knowledge on the Unlimited Flow... she decides to find out about it. This ethereal river of souls—a boundless torrent of countless people, drifting in an endless, hypnotic current—sweeps her away, binding her beauty to its chaotic embrace. As she fights to document the Flow's inhabitants—their whispered regrets, ecstatic joys, and intertwined fates—Lila does her best to escape from the Unlimited Flow’s ‘clutches.’ To escape, she must photograph the one truth that halts the flow—the Unlimited Flow’s orthodox thinking, which she might conquer with her mental prowess. But in a realm where beauty is both lure and curse, every snapshot risks pulling her deeper into eternity. Disclaimer: It’s just a novel—don’t be serious. As the author of this novel, I would like to say that—all the characters are from my imagination—they don't have any sort of existence in the real world. Nah! Nope, they don’t. Trust me—this is just a novel. So, there are themes in the story that might be disturbing. But let me tell you—I condone them, and I suggest you to take everything as fictious storytelling. There is no need to think over it. And if you find it very disturbing then, I request you to not read this novel any further. Also, I would like to apologize to anyone who might get hurt by this novel. Remember—it's just a novel, and I don't encourage any of my characters' absurd 'decisions.' Thank you. P.S: All the images are AI generated.
Tanmay_Kar · 1.1k Views

My Monster Man

[R-18] [Darkest] In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch. [Contains dark themes and graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.]
Anuvuti_Roy · 15.3k Views

ARKSTORM

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)
TDMarches · 8k Views

The Bibliophage: I Reincarnated as a Bookworm & I Mean That Literally

I am a bookworm. Literally. For four years I have lived inside the walls of the Aldenmere Grand Library, eating pages. History, poetry, tax records, love letters — seventeen thousand, four hundred and twelve pages consumed without understanding a single one. Then I ate a spellbook. One page gave me mana. The second gave me magical theory. The third gave me something the mage who wrote it spent thirty years trying to finish — a diagram that required a living mind to complete. I provided the mind. The problem: I'm still a worm. No hands. No voice. No way to cast a spell by conventional means. And the librarians have noticed the burn marks in their walls. The system is simple: eat books, gain INT. Eat spellbooks, gain everything else. The application is considerably more complicated. Because buried in the library's sealed restricted collection is forty years of hidden research on a question no one has officially answered: can something like me exist? And if it can — what is it owed? What does it owe? The head librarian thinks he has a pest problem. He is about to revise that category entirely. The Bibliophage is a cerebral progression fantasy about a bookworm who gains sentience one page at a time, a librarian who must decide what to do with an anomaly that doesn't fit any existing form, and two dead scholars whose unfinished argument is about to be resolved — by the thing they were arguing about.
404PlotNotFound · 4.8k Views