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Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]

Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”
Scone_ · 29.2k Views

The Forgotten Love: The One She Abandoned

It was known to everyone in the Royal Academy that Syrena Marvelle harbored feelings for the head of the student council, Zildan Vale. She confessed her feelings openly, standing before everyone without hesitation. Though her confession was met with rejection, Syrena never stopped chasing after him. She loved him deeply, sincerely, and without restraint. Everyone believed it. To them, her devotion was unquestionable. Until the day she disappeared. There was no major accident, no sign, and no warning. It was simply another ordinary day. And before Zildan realized it, the girl who had always followed him, who had endlessly irritated him, was no longer there. No one knew where she went. Syrena and her friends had all left the academy. Others believed it was because of their background, that there was a future brighter than the academy waiting for them elsewhere. Zildan believed that too. After all, the distance between him and Syrena had always been too great. They were never meant to walk the same path. But then, who could explain the ache in his heart at the thought of never seeing her again? Why did her absence trouble him so deeply? Why did she leave so abruptly, after quietly disrupting his once orderly life? Countless questions lingered in Zildan’s mind, yet none could be answered. The one person who had unsettled his world had vanished without a trace. Those buried questions came to light the moment their paths crossed again. And this time, Zildan has no intention of letting her slip away.
TheArale · 417 Views

Earthborn - Book One

In a realm where the winged Ilari reign divine, the greatest sin is not rebellion or murder. For a prince and former Seraph, it is fathering a half-human daughter. Lily is a living heresy - her existence a crime against theology and state. Denied her father's wings, she possesses a different inheritance altogether: one that could unravel the very fabric of their world. Earthborn is a character-driven fantasy of fragile love and impossible choices, where to exist is the ultimate crime. It's a complete novel that can be read as a standalone but sets stage for a greater saga. Expect: father–daughter bond as a central narrative engine; found family; slow burn and quiet tension; political and religious conflict; aerial legion and military stakes; caste/class pressure; grief, trauma, and hard choices; complex characters; no game/system mechanics Keywords: father–daughter fantasy, character-driven epic fantasy, emotional fantasy, hopeful dark fantasy, political intrigue, worldbuilding, winged nobles / sky-ruled empire, aerial legion, forbidden half-blood, religious heresy, class/caste stratification, found family, complex characters, character development, heavy themes, redemption arc, trauma recovery, grief & healing, no system / no LitRPG A Note on Process & Transparency Earthborn was originally written in Croatian. To preserve its lyrical intent in English, it has undergone a careful process of translation and polishing. In this effort, I utilized a variety of digital tools, including AI-assisted translation and editing software. My goal is to leverage every available tool to ensure the highest quality reading experience. The core of the work: the story, characters, world, and authorial voice, is mine. My goal was also to preserve the intimate cadence of its original voice. All rights reserved. This story and all original content are protected by copyright.
Avonlea_Astra · 2.2k Views

OMEGA'S WOVEN SCARS

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.
KairalKateri · 2.3k Views