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꧁ SACRED ꧂

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. Trigger warning chapters (Proceed with caution): 17, 18,26,51.
Archieaval · 34.6k Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

"Luca, please…" she cried. "You need to see who the devil really is. And decide if you want me that way," he said. "Because this is who I am. You either accept it or reject it." Luca's hand reached for a knife from the array of tools spread meticulously on the desk. "I wanted to prolong his suffering…" he murmured. "Luca…" she whispered. "But since this is a show and tell…" Without a pause, he cut the rope holding Inferi's wrists, letting the man drop heavily to the floor with a thud that made the room shudder. Inferi's eyes, wide with terror, flicked to Vee as his body twisted weakly under the weight of his injuries. "This isn't one of those times when you ask me to let someone go, I am going to kill him right here." "You have two choices," he continued. "Walk away right now, and I will accept that you will never accept who I am. Or stay and watch me kill him, to prove to me that you accept all of me, that you want all of me." "God, please, Luca, don't do this." Behind Luca, Inferi struggled weakly on the floor. Luca looked only at her. "It's simple, Vee. I am giving you a choice. I don't have a gun to your head, now, do I? Are you ashamed of who I am, or do you accept who I am?" "It's not so simple!" Vee yelled. "You're asking me to stand here while you take a life." "I will count to ten." He gestured with the knife toward the steel door behind her. "There is the door. Here is me." "Jesus!" Vee bit down on her lower lip. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Jesus Christ!" "One…" "Two…" She stepped toward him. "Three…" "I'm not running." She moved closer. "I will not run. I will stay." "Four…" Vee drew in a shaky breath, steadying herself against the tidal wave inside her. "I meant what I said last night. I said I love you. I meant it. But don't subject me to this. It will not change how I feel about you. It won't." She stepped even closer, until the knife hovered inches from her hip. "But it will most definitely change me." She swallowed hard. "If you make me stand here and watch this, you are not testing my love. You are reshaping me into something I may never recognize again." Her hands came up slowly and pressed against his chest. "I love the man who protects. The man who terrifies everyone else but holds me like I matter." Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. "I know what you are. I accept what you are. But do not ask me to become it." "Five…" Luca moved behind Inferi now, the knife hovering at his throat. Vee's feet rooted to the floor, the edge of Luca's jacket gripped tightly in her fists. Her eyes, brimming with tears locked onto his, daring him to see, really see, what she was becoming in his presence. "Six…" he continued. He held the knife steady against Inferi's skin, a cold, absolute line of judgment, waiting. And in that pause, Luca realized a part of him wanted her to run, desperately. He wanted her to bolt, to retreat from this room of blood and fear, because maybe, just maybe, if she ran, he would see the futility of the obsession clawing at him from the inside. "Seven…" he murmured. "Eight…" "Nine…" Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall.
JoyceOrtsen · 1.4m Views

Madam, Your Identities are being Exposed One by One!

A menace. A delinquent. A disappointment. If you ask anyone how they would describe Jiang Yue, it would be those three words. She has a bad reputation. She dropped out from school at the age of 6. She left her father who was in a vegetative state to roam around and wreck havoc in other cities. That's what she is known for. They all thought she spent her days just getting into trouble, living life recklessly. What others didn't know though was those words are far from what she actually is! A Genius! She has a bad reputation because she never hesitates to use violence against those who seek to harm her. She dropped out from school at the age of six because she has learned everything there is to learn in the school! She left her father to create a machine that could help him recover and she roamed around to find those who hurt her father and avenge him! She won't spare anyone who harmed her family! She will find those bastards who killed her Older Brother, caused her father to be in a vegetative state, and hurt her sister. However, things didn't go the way they should be. She's back in high school to fulfill her promise to her sister, but why is it that she got a clingy Young Master stuck to her instead? *** On a certain night, Jiang Yue and Luo Zhelan met in an unexpected situation. On that day, Luo Zhelan had no idea that the woman standing in front of his car with a gun in her bloodied hand would be the woman who would complete his life. "Young Master Luo, Young Madam is trending again on Weibo!" A subordinate reported. The Young Master narrowed his eyes, "What is it again this time?" "It turns out she's the person behind Allico Intelligence! She created it and made it into one of the leading tech giants in the country!" A certain subordinate reported. "Brother Zhe, there was some news going around!" His good friend exclaimed at him. Luo Zhelan asked, "What news?" "Sister-in-law is Shadow! The top assassin that brought up 'Fallen Vengeance'! The league that was made up of all the feared assassins!" "Young Master Luo, look at this post!" "Son, why is Principal Wei calling Xiao Yue 'disciple'?" "Brother Zhe, Sister-in law created Altersky?!" "Young Master! I found out something about Young Madam!" A certain Young Master was dumbfounded.
Nnaise · 1.5m Views

ENZO

WARNING: Prepare to question my morals….and yours. This book will drag you into decisions your pastor, therapist and ancestors might not approve of. This adventure does not care about your innocence. If your morally upright and your conscience is squeaky clean, please exit the ride before things get messy. The rest of us? Let’s misbehave. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains strong language, scenes of violence, blood,physical abuse, attempted sexual abuse and attempted suicide. It also explores themes of emotional distress and mental health struggles. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ~~~~~~~~~~ She was the girl fate had broken. A tragic accident stole her memories and left her with the innocence of a child,fragile, gentle, and lost in a world too cruel to understand her. He was the man everyone feared. A mafia boss with enemies at every turn, a life built on blood, and a heart long emptied of love. Until her. To him, she isn’t broken,she’s rare. Her laughter soothes the monster inside him, her touch unearths a part of him he thought was dead. She becomes his peace, his purpose, his undoing. But love in his world is never pure,it’s possessive, consuming, and edged with danger. He swears to protect her from everything that hunts them… never realizing some threats don’t come from the outside. Because in a world built on secrets and sins, even the softest heart can hide the sharpest blade. One fragile girl. One dangerous man. One love that could either save them—or destroy them both.
Aishat_isd · 26.2k Views

System Tearstone: Eyes Of Broken Lilies [Draft 01]

"Soon, System Tearstone Will Break You On The Marble Floor" — System Tearstone Theme Song Centuries ago, a new kind of curse was created. It was named System Tearstone—or simply Crimson Heart. It was made to punish a fallen god. But the curse had no form. Only a red gem floating in dark fog. Until it met a perfectly broken soul—Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. (His curse's nickname is Dark Voice.) The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become a god itself. But cool ice always melts. Will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence—by destroying the curse, or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author's Note: The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please do not be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved untamed birdie. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel—even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my Tearstones—something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. Announcement: This book's Version 2 with spin-offs is coming soon! Please do not be mad at your little author for being messy here—this was just the first time. The next one will be better, I promise ♡ It is because this book is alive over the unpolished, messy, past plot, scene by scene without plan while I seriously work on the better ones. So if you are okay to be this patient with all the flaws and timing, you are very welcome here♡. I have never kept the door closed either. If you want more context, check out my other books labored with numbers. those belong to the same world. only Broken lilies is the raw first one. others are new and polished. each story stands alone, but they are all connected. --- Spoiler of Future Spin-Offs (Based on Connections) 1. The Untamed Intensity — A dark past of someone powerful, forgotten. Stands alone without the Tearstone system. Coming soon as a separate book. 2. Shades Of The Exorcist's Smile + For The Four Arms, One Soul — Serializing already. Main is Shades;Four Arms is a real-world Easter egg—you'll know when you read Shades. 3. Black Peacock's Tearstone Cultivation= Main epic on progress. Might come late because everything connects at Black Peacock. 4. CUT-SLEEVE: First & Last — this one also connects to the same world but after Black Peacock but with it's own story. coming soon. 1. Martial God's Midnight Song — a totally new world at the universe. Will also come soon, slowly being build. I know this book is doomed. But you can atleast stay with the hope that others will be 100 times better. I would highly recommend you to read Shades. I have give the best version of myself there.
YanYeXin · 294k Views

The Price of an Heir

Suho has always lived between two worlds. One shaped by legacy, pride, and expectations he never chose, and another shaped by a heart that feels too deeply for the life he is meant to lead. He is cold, silent, charming, and smart when it comes to business. But he is gentle by nature, emotionally deep, and quietly devoted when it comes to his love. But love was never allowed to be part of his carefully arranged world. It was always meant to be negotiated, controlled, and contained. At this point in his life, Yerin is his everything. His first love, his only love. He is willing to go to any length to keep her, even when his family repeatedly refuses to accept her. Torn between a heart that refuses to let go and a lineage that demands an heir to carry the Kim legacy, Suho takes a decisive step, trying to hold on to Yerin without disappointing the family that expects obedience and continuity from him. Then Hauen enters his life. Not through affection, but through a contract. Chosen not as a partner, but as a solution, Hauen becomes his wife in a marriage built for convenience. An agreement meant to secure an heir and protect the Kim family’s legacy. In return, Hauen enters this marriage to save her father’s bankrupt business. She is warm and gentle, yet guarded. Strong in quiet ways, carrying her own unspoken burdens. To the world, their marriage looks flawless. Polite smiles, perfect appearances, a union without cracks. To them, it is nothing more than a carefully written business contract, set to end after eighteen months. But life has little patience for plans built without truth. In the midst of calculated decisions and emotional restraint, fate pushes Suho into the lowest point of his life, breaking him in ways he never expected. Stripped of control, certainty, and pride, he is forced to confront the parts of himself he has never imagined. At his most fragile moment, the question is no longer about legacy or contracts. It's about Who will stay when everything collapses? Who will stand beside him when life is hard for him? And when life offers both unbearable loss and unexpected grace, will Suho have the courage to accept them? This is a story of love that begins as an obligation, fractures under destiny's test, and slowly transforms into something honest, real, and beautiful.
Rhea_Fictions · 182.5k Views