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My Doctor Belongs To Me

She was supposed to be just another spoiled heiress flatlining on a penthouse floor. One more overdose. One more file stamped “troubled rich girl.” Then Dr. Rowan Blackwood looked at her like she was someone not special and that single, stupid moment of boldness lit a fuse no one saw coming. Now the seventeen-year-old billionaire heir won’t stop until she owns Rowan completely. Body. Mind. Soul. She’ll buy the hospital wing if she has to. She’ll show up at 3 a.m. outside Rowan’s locked apartment door. She’ll burn every boundary, break every rule, ruin every excuse Rowan tries to hide behind because once someone sees the real, bleeding girl underneath the cocaine and couture, Isadora Ravencroft doesn’t let go. Ever. Rowan should run. Ethics scream it. The law demands it. Her career would survive it. But every time those fever-bright eyes lock on hers, every time that trembling, manic hand reaches out like it’s drowning… something inside the unflinching doctor starts to fracture. One wrong touch. One forbidden kiss in the dark. One night where detox sweat and desperate sobs blur into something neither of them can name. They’re definitely not supposed to *need* this. But obsession doesn’t ask for permission. And healing… healing can look a lot like destruction when the wrong two people find each other at the worst possible time. Welcome to the kind of love that ruins lives and might just save them anyway. Dark. Forbidden. Addictive. You won’t look away. Even when you know you should. >>>>>>>> The audio was clean.  Crisp.  Every hitch, every gasp, every whispered "yes" and "more" rendered in perfect high-definition clarity. Rowan's knees buckled.  She caught herself against the door palm flat, sliding down an inch. "That's… that's illegal. You can't... you can't have that." Isadora lowered the phone slowly.  The moans cut off when she paused the video. "Illegal?" she echoed, almost gently. "Like fucking your patient in the backseat? Like letting her finger you until you screamed? Like coming home the next morning and lying to your friends that 'nothing happened'?" >>>>>>>> Age Gap, Obsessive Love, Yandere FMC, Doctor x Patient, Forbidden Romance, Dark Romance, F/F, Manipulation, Psychological. >>>>>>>> Note: The cover art for this novel is my original work. Please do not repost or use without permission. Cover Illustration [Stranger02]. All rights reserved.
Stranger02 · 45.9k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 332.4k Views

Soul Rend

Chapter 0 “Mortal Defiance” The Earth has turned into a battleground against a formidable invader. Ecrea, a species of nightmarish and grotesque creatures, has risen to the top of the food chain. They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes some tower like moving fortresses, while others are lean and unnervingly quick. But no matter their form, they all have one thing in common, they are a force to be reckoned with. On May 7th, 2026, an event known as The Fracture occurred, when the skies split open like a breathtaking Aurora Borealis, visible from every corner of the globe. This moment marked the beginning of their reign of terror, as these monsters struck without warning, driven purely by their predatory instincts towards what they deem as prey, humanity. In the midst of chaos, some people awaken incredible powers that completely disrupted the natural order. In an instant, the invaders wiped out a huge chunk of the population across entire nations, leaving cities as nothing more than haunting remnants of steel and ash. The devastation was immense, and with their last glimmer of hope, humanity found itself retreating to the most remote corners of the globe, desperately trying to survive in scattered enclaves. In a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of Earth, mankind came together, putting down their fultile weapons and embracing the extraordinary abilities granted to them by a newfound energy that filled the atmosphere, known as the Aether. This energy allows those who have awakened to perform miracles later called as Crosents. Time and again, successful missions proved its effectiveness. Year after year, some territories were reclaimed, lands redeemed, and lives saved. But just when humanity thought the war was nearing its end, a group of heroes established a unique nation, a floating fortress the size of a country known as Eldorin, leaving the surface and the war in a stalemate. Now, the world is teeming with Ecrea, and the war has never truly concluded. The heroes see themselves as gods, those who stand above, leaving the rest to fend for themselves or wither away in the war-torn world. The world has been forever changed, hanging in the balance of war. Who or what will alter the course of Earth’s fate?
1ishan · 8k Views

The Whitechapel Game - The Tulip Code

London, 1888. A single sentence was enough to awaken a monster. When Arthur Conan Doyle referred to Auguste Dupin as a “very inferior individual” in A Study in Scarlet, he could not have imagined that his words would be taken seriously by someone… dangerously serious. Offended. Obsessed. Brilliant. This man writes to Doyle and issues a challenge: Within days, brutal crimes will begin to unfold in Whitechapel. Prostitutes will be murdered. And it will fall upon the “great detective” to prove his worth—or fail before a superior mind. Doyle refuses to play the game. But he knows someone who will. Sebastian Harrow—young, audacious, and endowed with an almost unsettling perception of human nature. A man capable of discerning patterns where others perceive only chaos. Sent to Whitechapel, Harrow encounters far more than a killer. He encounters hell. A district suffocated by poverty, where lives hold no value and deaths leave no trace. Where violence is routine… and the truth appears to be carefully concealed. As bodies begin to surface, suspicion grows of something even darker: a silent conspiracy, moving within the very institutions meant to protect the population. And then, the game changes. Scotland Yard brings in a brilliant alienist to assist in the investigation. But the killer… is already ahead. He does not merely kill. He observes. He learns. He anticipates every move. And, little by little, he transforms the investigation into a psychological game—one in which the hunters become pieces. Because this is not merely a murderer. It is a mind that challenges, provokes… and controls. And when Harrow realizes this, it may already be too late. A duel of intellect. A game of manipulation. The birth of a myth. In Whitechapel, nothing is as it seems. And this time… the detective may be the next victim.
DaoistkVafkU · 17.1k Views