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Secretary of the Empress

Fame. Money. Love. All of this, Joe had for eighteen years, of his life. Until a tragic accident happened before the peak of his football career. Which destroyed it in only a few seconds. When everyone loved him, they left him alone, broken in a hospital bed. Before he could come back, he lost the last members of his family. Then his former club comes with allegations, of a broken contract from his fault, and he lost all the earned money. He was left, with nothing. For eight years, he lived from day to day studying, working, having rehabilitation for his injured knee. As they say, what one time is taken, is given back. As he accidentally becomes secretary of Megan Clark by everyone called Empress. His life changed drastically after it. He found love in his boss, who first say these words to him. ‘Secretary of the Empress’ is a story about love, which slowly grows in the main characters. Because of many things which they will meet in their journey of revenge and protecting each other. -------------------- While now great view on sky and city below show up, boss turned to me, and when she looked at my eyes, she said: “Joe, I have something to tell you.” “Yes, boss,” I said while looking at her eyes, and when she walked closer to me, we looked at each other eyes. She said, “I like you.” While hearing her words, I had no answer for this, and while I looked at her, I asked, “excuse me?” “I love you, I want you to be my boyfriend,” she said, and while I looked at her, I couldn’t believe that this has happened, and while my mind still processed her words, she looked at me, and then she said, “so what is your answer?” ------------------------- Daily upload at 8:30 and 18:00(server time) The cover is not mine.
poziomowiec · 609.8k Views

Heart Full Of Scars

Andrea Paisley has carried scars long before anyone could see them. From the age of six, school was never a safe place. Classmates mocked her, calling her ugly, a monkey, and worse. A strict teacher seemed to hate her for reasons she never understood, turning every school day into something she had to survive rather than live. Years of bullying slowly carved deep wounds into Andrea’s heart, leaving her angry, guarded, and struggling with her mental health. But through the chaos of elementary school, there was one person she could never fully hate. Matthew Neyman. They argued, spread rumors about each other, and clashed constantly—but sometimes, in rare quiet moments, they helped each other. Matthew became Andrea’s first crush, even if their relationship was built more on conflict than kindness. By the time school ended, Andrea tried to bury those feelings and forget him completely… even though part of her never really could. High school is supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, Andrea finds herself facing new battles. Samuel Daňko, her sharp-tongued classmate, seems to hate everything about her—calling her aggressive, cringe, and impossible to deal with. Yet the more they clash, the more complicated their relationship becomes. Then there’s Tom Čonka, the quiet boy she secretly finds attractive. He barely speaks to her, always distant, always out of reach. And the worst part? Matthew, Samuel, and Tom all already have girlfriends. Matthew is dating Vanessa Příhodová, a girl who seems to have everything Andrea never did—beauty, confidence, and love. Andrea begins to believe she’s cursed. Every time she meets someone new at a party in the city and lets herself hope for a moment, the next day reality crushes her again. Love always seems to belong to someone else. But as old memories resurface and new conflicts ignite, Andrea must face the truth about her past, her scars, and the fragile hope that maybe—just maybe—someone out there could still see her heart beneath the pain. Because sometimes the deepest scars are the ones that lead you to the person who understands them.
Andrea_Johnson800 · 25.3k Views

Devil Child

The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr
SEP1A · 345.8k Views

A Badboy Love

WARNING NOTICE: The story is R18 , no one 17 or under should read this. Luca gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire, and Melissa felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with need, with a sharp movement he take off his clothes, leaned closer to her lips. She smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, that was a only full sentence she spoke. He chuckled, the sound low and rough, and his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss deepening, becoming more intense. His fingers slid between her legs, parting her, finding the wet heat of her, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet him. "Luca," she whispered, his name a prayer, a plea, a promise. He growled, his hips surging forward, his p*nis pressing against her entrance playful, she felt a rush of excitement, of anticipation. He was ready , he was going to take her, to claim her, to make her his, and she was ready to let him, to surrender to the desire that burned between them. His mouth traced a path of fire from her lips to her throat, to the swell of her breast. His hands learned her, worshiped her, drawing gasps and sighs that were her only language, every touch was a confession, every kiss a vow. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, devastating fullness that made her cry out, her eyes flying open to find his gaze locked on hers, she never imagined the pain, in a sure motion he thrust into her slowly, let her accommodate the size of his C*ck, she screamed with a feeling of unfamiliar pain ,building up something inside of her. Even though her eyes , flickered tears ,her moans was evident of what she's starting to feel as she arched off the bed. The shock had melted into something raw and open, a vulnerability she knew he showed no one else. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. "*Solo a me.*" Only at me. And she did, his eyes staring hers, as their bodies began to move in a rhythm as old as time, their gazes held. It was more intimate than the joining of their bodies. It was a soul-deep recognition. DEAR READERS, YOUR COMMENTS AND REVIEWS MEANS EVERYTHING. HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE STORY CHAPTERS.
Ivynmelody · 35.2k Views