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TRISTAN: THE UNLUCKY GOD

Tristan :- The unlucky God (A Cursed Child’s Life Story) He was not born to be a hero. He was born as a mistake the universe never forgave. Cursed from birth, marked by powers he never asked for, a child is condemned to a lifetime of loss, fear, and violence. Every place he calls home is destroyed. Every person he loves becomes a weakness. The universe does not test him — it punishes him. As he grows, the truth slowly reveals itself: his existence is tied to ancient Power Stones, fragments of reality capable of bending time, blood, will, and destruction itself. These stones are scattered across dying planets, guarded by gods, tyrants, and monsters created by forgotten wars. His task is impossible. To hunt the Stones. To survive their curse. And to kill the Supreme Emperor of the Universe — a being who rules not by fear, but by control over destiny itself. But every stone he captures takes something in return. His innocence. His humanity. His ability to love. This is not a journey of growth. This is a slow descent. As the universe collapses around him, the child must face a final truth: saving reality may require becoming the very monster everyone fears. WARNING :- This is NOT a power-leveling story, this is NOT a hero’s rise, this is NOT about winning.. This is the life story of a cursed child Every victory comes with loss Love does not save everything STONE OF DREAMS is a dark sci-fi fantasy about fate, punishment, and the terrifying cost of power — where survival itself is the real curse.
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Sir John of Sins: Thou Shalt Train Wives and Daughters

[No NTR] [Single MILFs] [Spoiled Daughters] [Smut] [Explicit Adult Content] [R-18] Renowned worldwide as “Everyman,” Johnathan Lee Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his “dirty” reputation. Thirty years later, John is seventy-seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power, directing the scenes himself, still “going strong” in the only way he knows. Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that snaps wrong. The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished. Outside, limping across the road, a runaway tanker truck hurtles toward him, then veers and slams into the buildings beside him. John breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin. “What a bad day,” he chuckles. Something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby. “Fu-” Boom. John gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache. Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes. [Sir System commencing… Tarry but a breath…] [Lo and behold. A true gentleman’s soul is found and known.] [Welcome, good Sir John of Sins.]
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