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The Affinity of Fate

"To survive, he hid himself. To live, he hid his heart." Sylene is a vampire hybrid—born not by choice, but by design. In vampire territory, creatures like him are forged into bloodthirsty elite pawns for sinister plots. In human lands, they're sold as ornamental pets or disposable pawns to powerful nobles. But Sylene is neither. After escaping the labs that created him, he finds himself in a cold border city—disguised and hunted, clinging to freedom with flightless wings. Mercenaries, nobles, and hidden factions are moving in the shadows. Disappearances, brothels, black market trades—everything leads to a truth Sylene never wanted to face. What is he to them? A weapon? A pawn? Or something far more dangerous? But fate is cruel. The very vampire sent to enforce peace—the one Sylene is tasked to kill—turns out to be the one he trusted most. The only one who saw his real self before anyone else. The one he kept searching for in every person he met. In a world where hybrids are exploited and loyalty is a luxury no one can afford, Sylene must choose: Betray the only heart he cannot forget, or sacrifice himself for a future no one promised him. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Thank you ^^
I_Eat_Rice · 12.5k Views

Vegas vow: Billionaire’s wife by mistake, lovers by choice.

One reckless night in Vegas, too many Tequila shots, a whirlwind of laughter, a night full of dares and a devastatingly handsome man with a devious smile, what could go wrong, as Ashley Ashford ends up saying “I do” to a stranger she barely knew. Julian Blackwood, billionaire Ceo, ruthless in business yet dangerously magnetic. He never believed in love, but in sparks. With Ashley, the spark was like fireworks, undeniable. What began as a drunken mistake turned into a spontaneous honeymoon cruise, a blur of stolen kisses, and a passion that felt real. They decided to divorce as quickly as they wed, both swearing it was nothing more than an impulsive fling gone too far. Ashley returned back to reality,weighed down by financial ruin and the loss of father’s company. Julian neck deep in the cutthroat world of business and acquisitions, his pride disguising the fact that he hadn’t really forgotten her. Till she discovers a shocking truth, the man who once called her his wife, underneath the Caribbean skies and kissed like her life depended on it, was the billionaire orchestrating the company’s hostile takeover.  Enemies by circumstance, bound by a shared secret, their fiery confrontations blur the line between hate and desire. Julian’s pride and sharp wit clash with Ashley’s resilience and fire, every argument charged with memories of a love they swore didn’t exist. When family pressure and corporate scandal forces them into a new contract marriage, the unwilling union becomes a dangerous game. In public, they’re picture-perfect newlyweds. In private, they’re consumed by unresolved passion and a growing tenderness neither dares to admit. As secrets unfold, Ashley must decide whether Julian Blackwood is her greatest mistake… or the only man she has ever truly loved.
Vee_Clemens · 3.1k Views

Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore

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 Scribble Hub or at 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 Scribble Hub or at ko-fi.com/taro13755.
Faithzero · 2.4k Views

I reincarnated as the HEROINE in my favorite book?!

"You're telling me.. I reincarnated as the heroine in my favorite book?!" ------------ Amira Caddel, An influencer known for her vlogs and streams, unfortunately died from a car crash due to the fact that she had been distracted from her music blasting into her eardrums. Unexpectedly, she was happy. Happy because death had called for her. Fortunately, she had been giving a second chance at life. She reincarnated, as the heroine in her favorite book. Evangeline Sinclair. The Princess of Kingdom luminara. She expected it to go exactly the way it went in the book. Since, there wasn't much she could do as the heroine. But, she never knew one mistake had flipped the whole story upside down. Now, lately there are strange happenings, random events occuring even thought it was never in the book, characters that never existed in the book popping out of the blue, sudden objectives to follow, and secrets yet to be unveiled. She realized, there was more to the characters, to the story, to the world, to the everything. If the characters now found out about her identity of being reincarnated, what would happen to her? It was now up to her to uncover the secrets, truths, and lies underneath this sickening world. Will you join her in this journey of mysteries and a little bit of spooks? ------------- [COVER ART IS NOT MINE, ART IS RIGHTFULLY FROM INFINITY/SHINING/LOVE NIKKI] Please don't copy my whole idea, plot, or my whole story in general. I worked hard for this. Instead, please ask for consent if you'd like to create something similar to my story. Disclaimer : This story will contain mentions of death or just death, self-harm, violence, slight attempts on sexual assault, and dark themes in general.
remi_niscing · 141 Views

Seduce and Kill the Alpha Brothers–The Lost Mate.

“Marry me!” Those words just slipped out of my mouth, but I meant it… all. I didn’t want to go back to my miserable old life, and the only way out I could think of was marriage. So, I asked this stranger I had just met. His silver hair shone under the moonlight, his yellow eyes locked onto me, and his perfectly chiseled face showed no confusion about my wild request. “Please… marry me,” I urged as he stepped closer. His hands moved towards something I couldn’t see, hidden in his clothes. Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled out a sword and aimed it straight at my throat… … “Is this it?” That was the one question I couldn’t answer. I was dying, and my enemies were probably celebrating my end. NO! It can’t end like this. I had promised myself I would take revenge on the people who ruined my childhood… I swore I’d make them pay, so this can’t be how it all wraps up. But here I was, distracted by love…well, not just anybody, but my enemy, the one I vowed to hunt down. “Death, don’t take me yet,” I whispered, wishing somehow it could hear me and let me move again, but it didn’t happen. I lay there at the water's edge, where I used to visit with my parents. “Mum, Dad, I’m sorry I let you down,” I murmured as a bright light washed over me… HELL. … Nothing can split them apart when two souls connect, not even death. They always find their way back to each other, no matter what. But how does that happen? Well… fate has its own sneaky ways.
Azeem_owoade_6932 · 304 Views