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What Still Burns Between Us

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."
Davina33 · 53.1k Views

Redo: Infinite Ammo in the Apocalypse

Leo Vance dies for the hundredth time in the hellish, monster-infested ruins of 2047, his body torn apart by a Chitter Alpha. But this death is different. Instead of awakening days or weeks in the past as usual, his consciousness is violently thrown back a full decade to 2037—the precise moment the "Veil" fell and the apocalypse began. He retains the hardened skills and brutal experience of a decade of survival, but he is trapped in his younger, weaker body. His sole, inexplicable advantage is a quirk of his new reality: any firearm he touches never runs out of ammunition. The bullets are infinite, but his stamina, his sanity, and his humanity are not. Now, he discovers this shattered world operates on a brutal, universal rule: survival and killing grant progression. By slaying Chitters, every individual can Level Up, Awakening and enhancing abilities through a mysterious system tied to the Veil itself. The spoils of battle include Treasure Orbs—glowing spheres that hold weapons from lost eras, technique manuals for the burgeoning human power system, and potent enhancement or evolution drugs. Armed with foreknowledge, his power, and an understanding of this new, cruel mechanics of growth, Leo embarks on a grim mission: not just to survive, but to rewrite the catastrophic timeline. He must venture out to the world freshly plunged into chaotic evolution, confront the hidden architects of the collapse, and decide whether saving humanity is worth sacrificing the last remnants of his own soul.
ErosQuill · 750 Views

Nightborn, Zero-link Sovereign

For ten years, the world has known the Yami name for two things: the tragic slaughter of a legendary lineage and the meteoric rise of Hana Yami, the SSS-Rank "Voidborn Prodigy" who stands as humanity's ultimate shield. But where there is blinding light, there is a shadow. Kuro Yami is the "Zero-Link." While his sister leads the Trinity—the three most powerful hunters on the planet—Kuro is the Academy’s janitor, a boy with a broken mana core and a flatline power level. He is the embarrassment of a dead house, a ghost in a duster coat, ignored by the elites and mocked by the strong. But the world is built on a lie. Kuro isn't powerless; he is a Vessel. Deep within his soul lie the Five Seals of the Sovereign, ancient locks holding back a power that doesn't just use magic—it overwrites it. While the Trinity fights the massive "Gates" under the glare of the cameras, Kuro moves through the "Micro-Breaks" in the dark, harvesting the essence of monsters to stabilize his crumbling body. Now, as the Trinity prepares to ascend to the Frontier, a global conspiracy is unfolding. The "Gilded Cage" of the Nero Academy is closing, and the true architects of the world's end are stepping out of the mist. The Third Seal has shattered. The [Dash] mechanics are online. And the Zero-Link is tired of watching from the sidelines. He doesn't want to be a Hero. He doesn't want to be a Hunter. He is the Sovereign, and it’s time to reclaim the throne.
Olwami_Bhengu · 11.2k Views

Ranarok: The Rise Of Mortals

Conspiracy and Truth: Uncover the nauseating logic behind “pink parties” on the dark web that harvest high-purity stem cells. Violence and Intelligence: Breach frozen gates and cleanse the land with heavy artillery, crushing ten-thousand-ton blast doors with steel and flesh; fine-tune parameters and wage psychological warfare so precise that the powerful destroy themselves under the spotlight. The Fury of Mortals: We do not believe in gods, nor do we create them. We become the outlaws who hold an umbrella over ordinary people in this man-eating wasteland. “If the old gods have welded the gates shut, then we will tear the roof off the sky!” When a global “man-made virus” drives humanity to the brink, and the so-called “life-saving vaccine” becomes the ultimate shackle used by the Deep State to control ordinary people and harvest their genes, this world no longer has gods—only “living corpses” hiding behind blast doors, feeding on the bones and marrow of the powerless. Zheng Nan (Steven), an ordinary man living in seclusion in Chiang Mai, Thailand, awakens in humanity’s darkest hour. He has no superpowers—only unparalleled botanical mastery, and a blood-stained Tang sword. He uses brutally mutated plants as antidotes to break the lethal curse of nanites and spike proteins. He seizes a deep-sea drilling platform and forges a heavily armed “Elysium Empire.” He gathers the deadliest assassins of the wasteland, genius architects, and heiress daughters of powerful dynasties to launch the most ruthless physical purge and karmic judgment against the ultimate elders—those hiding beneath the Himalayas, attempting to achieve immortality through genetic replacement.
AinnaJ · 10.3k Views