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THE HOUSEKEEPER’S VOW

Georgia Lane, known to the world as G. L. Sterling is a celebrated academic and bestselling author whose words about trauma have saved countless readers. Publicly, she is brilliant, wealthy, and admired. Privately, she is exhausted, haunted by a buried past, and financially propping up her charming but stagnant fiancé, Noah, whose ambition feeds more on her success than his own effort. When Georgia’s longtime housekeeper abruptly resigns, her replacement arrives almost too perfectly. Lizzy is young, capable, soft-spoken, and a devoted fan. But beneath her modest appearance lies Josette Hilton, a woman Georgia once knew at Bradford University, a woman who never forgot being overlooked, replaced, and erased. Lizzy has not come to clean, she has come to audit Georgia’s life. Living quietly within the penthouse, Lizzy observes the fault lines Georgia refuses to see, the emotional vacuum, the unpaid devotion, and most importantly, Noah’s hunger to be admired. Where Georgia challenges him, Lizzy soothes. Where Georgia is absent, Lizzy is present. A warm meal. A listening ear. A mirror that reflects Noah as the genius he longs to be. As Georgia grows suspicious and the past tightens its grip, Lizzy’s true plan unfolds, not just to expose secrets, but to dismantle Georgia piece by piece. Reputation can be destroyed. Money can be drained. But taking the man Georgia has sacrificed everything for? That would be the final reckoning. The question lingers like a held breath: Will Noah recognize the seduction for what it is or will he willingly step into Lizzy’s trap, sealing Georgia’s undoing from inside her own glass house?
Oghenetega_Bini · 3.2k Views

I Woke Up on a Mind Flayer Ship… and Gods, My Eye Hurts!

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.
William_Conwell · 171.8k Views

Bloodmancer in the Jurassic Era: I use my Dinos to seduce Human mates

[Warning! R18+ Mature Content] After embarassingly dying by 'coming' on a museum worker, and then angering a Forgotten God by 'coming' on him as well, Jimmy transmigrated along with his date of the day, to another world where his problematic 'cannon' shots started making more sense. His destiny was fulfilled as he transmigrated into a Bloodmancer's body, where every shot literally was like that of a cannon's! Finding himself in a land riddled with dinosaurs, with species of dinosaurs jamming together from different Eras as if the Paleontological studies from back on Earth were a joke, survival was not only difficult, but it was unique! As a Bloodmancer, he learned that he could tame dinosaurs and keep them as pets, by essentially smushing their brains around like play dough! A useful skill, on account to the fact how infinitely useful dinosaurs were, since every living species bore Primal Magic, a category of magic with branches that were impossible to predict. Surrounded by temptation, by ladies who did not even comprehend the concept of a harem, he started collecting primal beauties as if it was a day-job! Somehow, his tamed dinosaurs helped him attract women, in a way that it was nearly impossible to figure out! He just knew that women wanted him, even the older ones, and he made great use of this curse/blessing from the angered God! He almost felt like every time he made love with his girlfriends, the Forgotten God got angrier. However, life was never that simple. With abandoned alien technology sprinkled across the world, and large-scale Tribe Wars brewing, Jimmy had little time to figure out how to best use such technologies in a world where the greatest invention that humanity made was not the wheel, but the bow and arrow! Collecting beauties might be fun, but what would the point be if his tribe got wiped out from the face of the Grasslands, his new home? The clock was ticking, so to speak, and he had to act fast! "Them thighs might be thick, but the plot is thicker, and with jacked up dinosaur clones sent to war, the future was absolutely impossible to predict!" ... - 200+ Power Stones a week = 1 Bonus Chapter - 30 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter ~ Be sure to check out my other novels in my author profile. I don’t drop my work, and will end each novel at around 1,500 chapters. ~ *Important Tags* ~ [#Smut] [#No NTR] [#Yuri] [#No System] [#Tamer-MC] [#Healer-MC] [#Power Progression] [#Shared Transmigration] [#Clones] [Light Sci-Fi] [#Alien-Tech] ~ *Other Tags* ~ [#evolution] [#dino army] [#mana] [#necromancy] [#bloodmancy] [#superstrength] [#superspeed] [#lost civilization] [#ancient civilization] [#primal magic] [#giants] [#multiple human species] [#fictional human species] [#hidden technology] ~
DrillaC137 · 253.4k Views