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Power runs in blood - and blood always demands payment. Aya rules the North Kingdom with an ancient power that could end her bloodline forever. When Killan, the Southern King, seeks alliance through marriage, politics turn dangerous and desire becomes a liability. What begins as political maneuvering soon becomes something far more volatile. Drawn together by necessity, respect, and a growing attraction neither expected, Aya and Killan must navigate court intrigue, ancient rivalries, and the heavy cost of duty. As old wounds resurface and war looms on every border, the choices they make will determine not only the fate of their kingdoms—but the price of their hearts. Echoes of Ice and Iron is a story of power and inheritance, of love tested by obligation, and of sacrifices demanded by crowns forged in blood and history.

[R18+ Mature Content] Four years ago, he promised me his name in the heat of his bed. Today, he is the Mafia Devil who owns this city—and he’s returned to claim my life as his debt. At exactly 2:17 AM, my father burned Renzo Valenti’s world to the ground. By morning, mine was gone too. My family is extinct. My name is ash. And I survived by becoming no one. I thought I was hidden. I thought I was safe. I thought the shadows would keep me safe from the Reaper. I was wrong. Renzo Valenti didn't return for a reunion. He returned for a debt that can only be paid in skin. No gun. No warning. Just his cold hand bruising my jaw and a lethal whisper against my ear: "You'll work for me. Under my roof. At my desk. In my bed. Until every life your father took is paid for in full." I should have been his enemy. Instead, I became his. His secretary. His prisoner. His living penance. His property. The only thing he's allowed to break. But the most dangerous part isn't his hatred. It's the way he looks at me like I was always meant to be his. Because even now… his touch doesn't feel like something I survived. It feels like something I never escaped. He was my first love. Now, he is my Owner. And the Devil never stops until he's satisfied. --- [Mature content] “It’s 2:17 AM, Elara,” he hissed, his thumb dragging roughly over my lower lip, forcing my mouth open just enough to steal my breath. “The time when my world ended. Every night at this hour… you remember it with me.” A sharp, broken gasp was the only sound I could make as he shoved me onto the desk. He didn’t move like the boy I once loved. He moved like a takeover, his hips driving a relentless, punishing rhythm that shattered my resistance into a thousand jagged pieces. Every thrust was a lethal spark in my veins, turning my nerves into a screaming wire and my lungs into a vacuum that could only find air in him. I bit my lip to stifle a moan that tasted like betrayal. My mind screamed at me to fight, but my body was a traitor. Every touch, every bruising grip, felt hauntingly familiar. “You’re lightheaded, Little Ghost?” he mocked, his breath a searing promise against my ear. “Good. I want you to feel every jagged second of what you owe me.” Dark version Reunion. Obsessive/Ruthless "Devil" ML. Strictly No Rape. DAILY UPDATES! #MafiaRomance #PossessiveML #DarkRomance #FirstLove #EnemiesToLovers #StrongFemaleLead #MafiaRomance

In a nation where power is carved from blood, cruelty, and the will of the royals, Edric has only ever known life in chains. Born a slave, he’s dragged into a desperate experiment meant to forge the perfect weapon. Now marked by the fire of rebirth and something far worse. Edric is thrown into the arena, where the weak are consumed and the strong are broken. As he fights for freedom, he draws the eyes of nobles, demons in human skin, and a princess who sees him as hers...

“What if I could?” Leo angled his head to one side, “Could do what?” “What if I could do it? What if I had the guts?” Her eyes never left his. She wanted to look away, but she also wanted to look tough. She had a bad record in that area already and she knew that averting her eyes wouldn't do her any favors, so she kept her gaze locked with his.  Leo knew what he was about to do was crazy, but he was intrigued by this woman. He was honest enough with himself to admit it. She was nothing like the women who usually met. And maybe that was the reason why her offer to work for him intrigued him. He was curious. What would she do for him? How far would she go? It was a terrible thought, but he wasn't a good person, was he? 

The magical world of Prime, permeated by the energy of the Unified Field, stifles on the brink of a global catastrophe. While great powers wage a ruthless war over dwindling resources, a stranger named Aren is discovered in the pastoral lands of Waldruhm, unaware of his identity or how he came to be there. His body is covered in complex runic script, and he has no memory of who he is or why he is here, yet his arrival sets in motion a mechanism that can no longer be stopped. In a world of colossal contrasts, where the steam titans of Isengard clash with the necro-mechanisms of Valkar and the light artillery of Helios, Aren must endure a path of suffering and greatness to finally discover who he is and what his destiny is. But this saga is more than the story of one man. It is the history of Prime itself: a chronicle of grand battles and vile conspiracies, bitter betrayals and heavy redemption. Here, the fates of many heroes are woven into an unbreakable thread, their stories exposing the world's harsh truth: there is no absolute good or evil. There is only Cause and its inevitable Effect.

I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com Synopsis: I was merely an ordinary human, yet the world did not allow me to live an ordinary life. When I suffered, no one cared. When I was miserable, everyone closed their eyes. Then, when I came to power, everyone felt envious. The world gave birth to me as a human, but the world also forced me to become a heartless demon. When I realized it, everyone was kneeling before me. With the power I have, no one in the world is able to stand above me. But why did the world give me a second chance? As this world desires, I will rule and become a living witness to the glory of man. To be the pinnacle of all beings, and live with a destiny I write myself. This is the story of DEAR DEVILS.

This is not a story; it is a mirror. Will you help me find the news of your own death? A world where behind every smile lies a rotting reality and in every mirror, a half-open truth. When memories turn into poison and shadows start to strangle themselves, then understand that 'The Sequence of Death' has begun. If your soul feels torn while reading this story, do not blame me—blame your own memories. Warning: This journey may mentally shatter you."

Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.

The story of the cursed child

In a world ruled by gods and monsters, power is the only law. Thanex was never meant to wield it. An orphan, a disposable tool—sent to die in the deadly Rift Gates for the amusement of the Resonants. Betrayed and cast into the Subrift—the endless void between worlds—he should have been erased, forgotten like the countless souls before him. But the Void did not consume him. It answered his silent scream. As divine Order descends to purge the anomaly, Void and Order clash, birthing a forbidden force: Chaos. Reborn with cobalt blood and cursed with two impossible legacies—the Anchor of Void and the Anchor of Chaos—Thanex claws his way back from oblivion into a world that spits on his name. Beneath his hollow gaze lies a truth no one dares to face: he has endured horrors that would shatter gods. If the world insists on branding him a monster, then he will become something far worse. Something death itself fears. “Do you think you can kill me? I am the abyss where death goes to die. I am begotten of the Void... and death cannot claim nothing.”

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

In a world where your worth is measured by dimensions, Kaelen is a Zero-Zone scavenger who owns nothing. After a brutal betrayal, he awakens the "Poverty Escape System"—a forbidden 10th-Dimensional protocol. This system turns his absolute poverty into raw power. To save his dying sister and destroy the corrupt Merchant-Kings, Kaelen must rise from the dirt to become the ultimate Sovereign. A rags-to-riches story with a dark, high-tech twist.

Challengers. While the Awakened are pampered by the system’s conveniences, Challengers die thousands of times to clear a single floor of the Tower. Pure lunatics. They rejected the Awakening and its comforts for one simple reason—satisfaction. It’s only natural to want to beat a game of hellish difficulty—even if it has become reality.  Always advancing. Even if they die a thousand deaths, figuring out how to clear the floor is everything. Every floor is different. Rules. Scenarios. No two are the same. And the challenge is always solitary. Groups? Groups are for the weak. Challengers are built differently. Kittens inside the tower, but lions outside of it. Lucca is one of them. 1,238 attempts—his reward for completing the tutorial? A few attribute points.  The faster the completion, the better the reward. --- "What should I try this time?" Smiling, Lucca spoke as he brought his hands together... "Field." "Space." "Reach." His pinkies touched. Ring, middle, and index fingers overlapped, and finally, his thumbs curved upward.  The seal was complete. The Sanskrit symbols glowed. Change. Rule. Me. And his enemies never even touched him... --- What was his rank on the third floor? Spoiler—it wasn't 1st.

The Gods are dead. Their corpses still answer prayers. Tuka was meant to die in a forgotten prison, buried with the rest of the condemned. Instead, he awakens to something impossible. He can hear the voices of the dead Gods. Hunted by Saints and monstrous Asuras, Tuka is dragged into a brutal struggle over the remnants of divinity. Every step deeper into the divine labyrinth reveals a truth: Gods don’t give blessings for free. They demand penance.

"Some secrets are better left buried in the ashes of the past." Inspector Aryan never expected his transfer to Meerut to turn into a nightmare. A series of brutal murders, a terrifying figure known only as 'The Shadow', and a rusted diary from the infamous Rudrapur Jail fire—everything is connected. But Aryan isn't alone. In the middle of the rain and blood, he meets Maya—a mysterious, bold, and dangerous woman who seems to know more about the Shadow than the police do. As the line between justice and desire blurs, Aryan must decide: Can he trust the woman who sets his heart on fire, or is she the one leading him into the Shadow's ultimate trap? Dive into a world of dark secrets, high-stakes action, and intense romance. The mystery of Meerut is waiting to be solved... if Aryan stays alive long enough to see the truth.

Koyomi Araragi, a high school student who, after surviving a vampire attack, spends his final year helping girls afflicted by various, often personal, supernatural "oddities" (apparitions, ghosts, spirits). The series is a mystery-focused narrative, with arcs revolving around psychological issues manifested as supernatural phenomena.

My Cyberpsycho Girlfriend

Alternative Tittle: The Second Male Lead’s POV (in an Otome World) ────────────────────────── Starting a forbidden relationship with the duke’s daughter was the most reckless thing Lucian had ever done in his life. Up until now, his only risks were hunting rare saplings from dangerous places. Now, he was breaking the nobles’ rules. And it backfired, horribly. Not once, not twice, not thrice but multiple times. He almost died once, lost a few friends, fled his homeland, and then almost died again, but here he was, not really learning. "So dumb," the devil voice in his head whispered in disdain, "How more idiotic can you get?" "As far as idiocy goes deep," Lucian answered, accepting the new path of his life, "And it goes deep. And wide." Goal: get wealthy and powerful enough to afford more idiocy Current arsenal: blood, sweat, tears, and pure wits Start point: gardener End point: unknown ────────────────────────── Trigger warnings: ROMANCE, Lovers to Enemies to ???, toxic love, conscious grooming, unreliable narration, trauma, self-aware hypocrisy, narcissism, superior complex, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, explicit content THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BEGIN AS YANDERE, BUT THEY WILL SLOWLY FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THEY ARE PEOPLE FIRST, STEREOTYPES SECOND. TAGS: #twistedMC #manipulativeMC #YANDERExYANDERE #NO-NTR #loyalMC #loyalFL #insaneFL #evilFL #forbidden-love #you-can't-f‎ix-her-FL #NO-SYSTEM #pirates #secret-organization-building #territorymanagement #obsessive-love #comedy #conspiracy #businessman #moneymaking #mystery #Adult #Mature #extra