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Hogwarts : He Starts by Deconstructing Avada Kedavra...

Some folks call magic a miracle. Others call it power. To Lucian Ashford, it’s just mountains of shitcode—gorgeous relics, sure, but every single one crawling with cracks, begging for a proper restoration. Last life, he was the Palace Museum’s elite restorer, coaxing centuries-old artifacts back to life. This life, he’s Ravenclaw’s “Ashen Scholar.” While everyone else is still drilling spell pronunciations like their lives depend on it, Lucian pushes his silver-rimmed glasses up his nose, flicks the invisible strings of raw magic in the air, and makes a feather spin a perfect ballet in mid-air. “Pronunciation is nothing but an emotional trigger,” he says coolly. “If you can steer the bullet yourself, why the hell are you screaming?” While Hermione Granger is busy memorizing Standard Book of Spells, Lucian is sketching clean geometries across parchment with a calligraphy brush. “Miss Granger, those books only hold dead history. I’m writing the living future.” When Voldemort hurls the Killing Curse to broadcast his terror, Lucian studies the streak of green light with the cold eye of a master craftsman. “Sloppy structure. Magic circuits drowning in noise. And the aesthetics? Pure trash.” A faint, razor-sharp smile. “Tom, your spells are exactly like your soul-slicing—nothing but ugly patches on top of ugly patches.” Dumbledore lowers his half-moon spectacles and murmurs, “I’ve never met a more dangerous student. The way he looks at Hogwarts… it’s like he’s staring at one giant, irresistible workbench.” Snape’s lip curls, but even he can’t hide the grudging respect. “As much as it pains me to admit it… his potion logic is revoltingly flawless.” Ollivander’s voice drops to a whisper as he hands over the wand: “That wand didn’t choose its master. It knelt before a tyrant.” This is the tale of an outsider repairman who dismantles the world with elegance and rewrites every rule he touches. I came. I saw. I deconstructed. Even death itself? Just a slightly more complicated equation.
readinilham20 · 169.2k Views

Moon Walking

At one of the most prestigious universities, secrets don’t just hide… they breathe. To the world, he is just another professor. But in reality, Alistair Thorne is a 29-year-old mafia boss — cold, calculated, and untouchable. A man who built an empire from nothing and rules it without mercy. When a hidden threat begins to surface within the university, he steps into the shadows under a false identity, determined to uncover the truth. He expects danger. He expects betrayal. What he doesn’t expect… is him. Elian Reed is not like anyone else. At just 21, Elian is sharp, observant, and dangerously perceptive — a man of few words who listens more than he speaks. Raised by his strong and devoted mother, Elizabeth Reed, Elian has learned to rely on discipline, intelligence, and quiet strength. He knows exactly what he wants… and he never chases what isn’t worth it. But something about the new professor doesn’t add up. While others are blinded by charm and authority, Elian sees through the cracks — the silence, the control, the power hidden beneath calm eyes. And the closer he gets, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Caught between suspicion and an undeniable pull, Elian finds himself drawn into a world far darker than he imagined. With his loyal and outspoken best friend Alex Wooden at his side, the line between truth and illusion begins to blur. Because Alistair Thorne is not just hiding a secret. He is the secret. And in a world where power controls everything… falling in love might be the most dangerous move of all.
Gemini_Nabi · 1k Views

Daddy CEO's Good Boy

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+ | BL] A manipulative stepson uses his innocent "good boy" persona to seduce his strict stepfather, slowly eliminating anyone who stands in the way of his obsession. ----- To the outside world, Leo is the perfect stepson. With his bright green eyes, shy smile, and helpful nature, he is the picture of innocence—a "good boy" who just wants to make his family proud. To Damon Blackwood, Leo is a source of confusion. His stepson is clinging, affectionate, and dangerously beautiful. As Leo starts his internship at Damon’s company, the boundaries between stepfather and stepson, boss and intern, begin to blur. Damon thinks he is the one in control. He thinks he can discipline the boy, teach him boundaries, and keep their relationship professional. He has no idea that every "mistake" Leo makes is calculated. Every brush of skin is a trap. Leo doesn't want a father. He wants a Master. And he is willing to destroy anyone who stands in the way of that fantasy. As a strange illness takes hold of his wife, Damon finds himself falling deeper into Leo’s web of lust and lies. By the time he realizes the "good boy" is actually a monster, it might be too late to escape. "I'll be good, Daddy. Just don't look at anyone else." ----- Author Note: This story contains dark themes, obsessive behavior, and moral ambiguity. Characters are NOT related by blood. The relationship is between a stepfather and stepson. ** Let's connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887
DollyRoma · 1.3k Views

The Villian Woke Up And Chose Soft Rice

Synopsis: The Villain Woke Up and Chose Soft Rice Lin Chen was a top-tier programmer and hacker—self-taught, obsessive, and running on caffeine and spite. He spent years grinding through all-nighters, chasing deadlines, cracking systems for corporate security firms. His body finally gave out at his desk: heart palpitating, vision fading, a single thought echoing—I just want to rest. He wakes up in a penthouse suite. A beautiful woman sleeps beside him. His phone shows a bank balance with seven figures—monthly allowance. And a floating system message reads: “You have transmigrated into the novel ‘The Heiress Returns for Revenge.’ You are Shen Hao, the villain. Your fate: betray the female lead, steal her company, die in jail at the male lead’s hands. Current timeline: three days after Gu Qingyan took you as her companion.” In the original story, Shen Hao’s inferiority complex over “eating soft rice” turns into greed and paranoia. He schemes. He backstabs. He loses everything. Lin Chen, who literally worked himself to death, looks at the silk sheets, the breakfast being prepared by staff, and the utter absence of a 9-to-9 grind. Then he looks at the villain’s script. He deletes it. No scheming. No stolen companies. No jail cell finale. Lin Chen embraces the salted fish era with the fervor of a man who has seen the other side of burnout. He makes Gu Qingyan’s tea. He learns her schedule better than her assistant. He naps in sunbeams. When anyone asks if he feels ashamed living off a woman, he answers honestly: “Shame is for people who haven’t pulled three all-nighters debugging kernel panic.” Gu Qingyan, the cold, sharp-witted heiress, waits for the betrayal her instincts warned her about. But her “boy toy” has no interest in her company’s shares. He’s too busy optimizing her home network and writing little scripts to block spam calls on her phone. The male lead—destined to become her avenging husband—hasn’t even arrived on scene yet. But when he does, he’ll find a villain who refuses to be a villain, a heiress who’s starting to smile, and a love story rewriting itself one bowl of warm soup at a time. The soft rice is warm. The salted fish is unbothered. And Lin Chen is finally getting some sleep.
TT_Lee · 1.9k Views

Emerald Witch

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.
INFJX · 41.7k Views