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Bill and the Whistling Death

|SEASON 1 OF BILL AND THE WHISTLING DEATH| |9X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| A troubled veteran attempts to forget the past by volunteering at Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum, but it proves difficult when he's close to the plane that changed his life forever--the Corsair. *** Retired Navy pilot William Beckington never planned to move on after The Incident and has lived with the guilt for seventy years. After failed attempts with PTSD counselors, his daughter recommends that he begin volunteering on the aircraft carrier CV-10 in Charleston, South Carolina. Reluctantly, Bill agrees, but his decision proves difficult when he stumbles back into the world of Corsairs, the plane he'd rather forget. Seeing that The Incident still haunts him, Bill's new friends attempt to help him remember his long-lost joy; he attends Bulldog Tours, learns the stories of other veterans, and strangely finds himself near the Corsair more than he would like. While nothing will free his mind from the traumatizing Incident, Bill must find a way to push past his grief and guilt to live the life he is meant to live--and rekindle his best friend's legacy before he succumbs. *** *Moral: "Loss hurts, but it's not the end of the world."* *Word Count: 50,000-52,000* *#SupportHistoricalLGBTQVoices* Are you curious about the airplanes we have at Patriots Point? Feel free to check them out! https://www.patriotspoint.org/things-to-do/aircraft Main Achievements: - Ambys 2025 Shortlist! - 2025 Best Rising Author of the Year Shortlist!
CroodsGirl · 89.8k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 190.9k Views

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)
Lautenspielerin · 12.7k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Elian Morel was a ghost—until his father's execution dragged him into the light. Now a servant to Duke Lucien Valemont, the realm's most ruthless noble, Elian has one goal: Revenge. ​The Duke is cold, untouchable, and betrothed to a princess. Elian should hate him. He does. But when their bare hands finally meet, the air shatters. ​Lucien is hiding a monstrous secret. And so is Elian. ​As a royal wedding looms and treason whispers through the court, a forbidden desire ignites between master and servant. The Duke needs Elian's soul; Elian wants the Duke's blood. ​But in a kingdom built on lies, the truth is only a touch away. And when Elian's eyes turn crimson, no one—not even the King—is safe.
Rosegold_n · 7.8k Views