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Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore 1

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on at ko-fi.com/taro13755.
Faithzero · 349 Views

LIVE IN REVENGE

[ THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN SCREENPLAY FORMATE PLEASE READ IT IF YOU R INTERESTED ] Neo-Berlin is a city of stark contrasts—a place where the shiny future is built right on top of the crumbling past. Imagine towering skyscrapers of chrome and glass, powered by clean energy, promising a perfect, orderly world. But then you look down, and the streets are shadowed, heavy with history. The city's obsessively clean, almost like they're trying to scrub away the 20th century. Yet, everyone's forced to study those wars in agonizing detail. It's a bit twisted, right? This obsession with the past? That's Hawkstroke’s main problem. His family name, Stroke, isn't just a name—it's like a curse. For generations, the world's blamed the Strokes for starting both World War I and World War II. Seriously. This historical blame has turned into modern-day prejudice. Hawk's constantly getting suspicious looks, like he's got "bad news" written all over him. People genuinely believe the Strokes are genetically predisposed to cause global conflict. They treat Hawk like he's a ticking time bomb, just waiting to set off the next war. Now, this toxic vibe? It's thickest at Neo-Berlin High School. Picture this massive, imposing building—less like a school, more like a high-security government facility disguised as an academy. It's built on the exact spot where Hawk’s brother, Hank, died back in 2024. Neo-Berlin High is where the city’s elite send their kids—the descendants of the people who wrote the history books that trash the Strokes. The school itself is intimidating: dark granite, echoing hallways, designed to make you feel small and compliant. Every security camera, every locked door, every silent, judgmental stare from another student reminds Hawk that he's walking into a dangerous game. He knows the school holds the key to evidence Hank secretly gave him—evidence that proves Hank’s death wasn't the "accident" the city claims. For Hawk, Neo-Berlin High isn't just about getting an education. It's the battleground where he has to fight the history that condemns his family and the powerful people who killed his brother.
WeAebpym · 1.8k Views

Rejected First, Mated Later: Taken By The Cruel Alpha

"Five years ago, I foolishly rejected a powerless Alpha. Now, he's the ruthless leader of the most dangerous pack, and he's returned to claim me." For Astrid Clifford, the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Levi, survival meant seeking security above all else. Desperate to secure her place and escape her father's cruel household, she devoted herself to Alpha Damien, believing his love and power would guarantee her safety as his Luna. Astrid's hope was brutally shattered on Damien’s coronation day, when he publicly declared her scheming older sister as his true mate, leaving Astrid reeling from betrayal and humiliation. Before she could process the extent of the damage, her father, Alpha Levi, sealed her fate once more by arranging her marriage to the one man she hoped she had erased from existence: Kirill Bloodshade. Five years ago, Kirill was nothing but a low-ranking Alpha, ignored and disrespected by the larger packs. Yet, he saw Astrid not as a bruised, illegitimate daughter, but as the most beautiful woman he had ever known. His heart bled seeing her hidden pain. At eighteen, he offered her his future, his loyalty, and his name. But he was cruelly rejected by the same woman because he lacked status and power. That rejection didn't break Kirill, it forged him. For five years, he clawed his way to the top, shedding his former identity to become the ruthless, dominant Alpha of the Bloodshade Pack, known across the countries as the most feared and dangerous collective of shifters. Kirill turned away a line of potential mates, fueled by a singular, burning obsession, Astrid. She is the sin he cannot forget, the desire that sets his entire being on fire. He has returned, not to propose, but to dominate. He will make Astrid his Luna, his mate, and his possession, even if she loathes the dangerous man he has become. ~~~~~~ Astrid sat on the edge of the bed, her face covered by a white veil, as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers beneath her wedding gown. And then, she heard the footsteps of the man who was now her husband and mate. She shivered violently at his touch when Kirill suddenly reached out, lifted her veil, and held her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. Those eyes had definitely changed. The deceptive warmth they once held had vanished entirely, replaced by something cold and hard. But the terrifying obsession in them had not died; it had only intensified. “Now, you have the power, my Luna,” Kirill pronounced. “What do you wish to do first with your new position? Kill your ex, for whom you once rejected me? I can give you his head as a gift for our union,” he declared with a smirk.
Kn_star8 · 3.7k Views

The Broken Halo

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Or will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?
Anon22 · 12.9k Views