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WHY I CAN'T HATE YOU

"I told you not to touch her!" Adrian’s voice thundered through the air as his fist connected again, blood spraying. His jaw was clenched, his teeth grinding with rage. I grabbed at his arm, desperate. “Adrian, stop! Please, you’ll kill him!” But he didn’t hear me. His fury was deafening. "Today, I will kill you," he growled, raising his fist once more. “Adrian!” I cried, pulling harder. My hands trembled against the iron of his grip, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Finally, with a sharp jerk, he shoved the man aside and seized my wrist. His grip was unyielding, his eyes burning like embers. Without a word, he dragged me toward his car. I stumbled beside him, breathless. His silence was more terrifying than his rage. The car roared to life, and he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The world blurred past us, headlights slicing through the night. “Adrian—stop! We’ll die like this!” My voice cracked, every word trembling. “Please! Slow down!” His gaze snapped to me, dark and dangerous. For a long second, he didn’t speak. Then, finally, he loosened his grip on the wheel, easing the car just enough to stop my heart from shattering. "Are you insane?!" he burst out, voice raw. "I could have smashed your face against the glass!" His lips curled into a vicious sneer. "Why did you come between us?" His voice was low, deadly. “Because I had to!” I shouted, anger spilling out. “I won’t let you kill him!” “You think I care?” His voice dripped venom. “I want to kill him right now.” My words tangled in my throat. I had nothing left to fight him with—except one truth. “I won’t let him marry Tessy!” I screamed, chest heaving. His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break. He didn’t reply. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the growl of the engine as we reached the hostel gates. I yanked the door open, ready to escape his fury. But before I could step out, his voice sliced through the night like a blade. "NEXT TIME—I WILL KILL HIM if he touches you again." His eyes locked onto mine, burning, unrelenting. His teeth were clenched, his whole body vibrating with rage. Adrian, a vampire, falls in love with Eira, a human—but tries to show that he hates her. But how long will he be able to hide his true feelings? Do you think this is what’s written in their destiny? And is their love strong enough to change their fate?
HemaaniMishra · 145.7k Views

Metro Genesis.

METRO GENESIS by Ada. The year is 3044. Humanity made it this far. Barely. AI got sorted eventually, redirected toward handling the tedious, the administrative, the soul-crushing weight of daily existence so humans could spend time doing things that actually required being human. A noble vision. Metro City found a way to make even that sinister. Metro City was never a good place to live. It was, however, always a spectacular place to disappear, into its rain-slicked streets, its corporate towers, its carefully maintained illusion that someone, somewhere, had things under control. Buried beneath that illusion was the Nemesis Protocol Unit. Black ops. Off the books. The agency that handled the problems polite society preferred to pretend didn't exist. The NPU didn't officially exist. It was also the only thing standing between Metro City and complete collapse. For nearly as long as the NPU existed, there was NexoPharma. Gleaming towers. Government contracts. The kind of respectability built on strategic donations and carefully placed allies. Ask anyone on the street what NexoPharma was really doing in those labs and they'd lower their voice and say the same thing: bioweapons. They weren't wrong. In 3034, rookie agent Adrian Cole was assigned to NexoPharma Tower. Routine investigation. Get in, gather evidence, get out. It was not routine. The tower caught fire. The kill teams mobilized. His senior partner went back for him when he didn't have to, pushed Adrian clear, and didn't make it out. Adrian crawled from that building on two broken ankles, alone, with the sound of screaming that stopped too soon ringing in his ears. He spent two weeks in hospital. He spent the next ten years trying to deserve it. By 3044, Adrian Cole is the Ace of NPU, the best field agent the Nemesis Protocol Unit has ever produced. Decorated. Relentless. Still haunted. The kind of man who walks into situations that break other agents and walks out with the truth still intact. Metro City is working on fixing that. Above him sits Elias, NPU's iron-spined higher up, a man who has survived long enough to know exactly which questions you ask out loud and which ones you take permanently to your grave. He gives Adrian enough information to complete the mission. Never quite enough to understand what the mission actually is. Then there is Garrick, pilot, transport specialist, and somehow the most aggressively normal human being in this entire story. We are enormously fond of him. We are also deeply concerned for him. There is also Marcus. That's all we're saying about Marcus. You'll understand why. And finally, Aveline. Ace of the Crime Division. Half Canadian, half Russian. The kind of dangerous that doesn't announce itself. She is a psychopath, this is not a plot twist, not a slow revelation, not a dramatic chapter reveal. Everyone who works with her knows it. Everyone who works against her really knows it. She is not looking for redemption. She was never soft. She looked at Metro City in all its corruption and decided the correct response was not to fix it, but to be better at it than everyone else in the room. Not sweet. But definitely a psycho. Metro City is rotting. The Nexo Incident has begun. The corporations are panicking quietly, violently, and with excellent legal representation. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, an agent running on borrowed time and a woman who never needed a reason are about to find out exactly how deep Metro City's rot goes. It goes very deep. Nobody is ready. Least of all you. Welcome to Metro Genesis. Try not to get attached.
Ada_exe · 52.5k Views

Desired by the Famous Rake of Monclair

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he demanded, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting red lips. Her heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back, almost like a plea. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!
Ace_zza · 23.8k Views