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Twisted bonds

I’ve been dreaming of him for months. Always the same stone walls. Always the same firelight. Always him. He calls me witch. He asks the same questions over and over, voice low, controlled, and cruel. His hand is always near the blade at his hip. I can never see his face clearly, only the glint of brown-golden eyes watching me like I’m both the danger and the temptation. Every dream leaves me trembling. I wake with my heart beating too fast, wrists aching as if I’ve truly been bound, the scent of smoke clinging to my skin. And still… I want to fall asleep again. Because fear isn’t the only thing I feel when he looks at me. Somewhere under the terror, there’s hunger. I tell myself I’m losing my mind. That the dreams mean nothing. That there’s no such man, no such eyes, no such voice that could undo me like that. Until I see him. Alive. Real. Breathing. A face in a glowing screen, a stranger’s profile and it’s him. The man from my nightmares. The one who calls me a witch, the one who makes my heart twist with a kind of ancient ache. He’s not wearing a uniform now. No blood, no chains. Just tattoos, shadows, and a smirk that feels like déjà vu. My world stumbles. The room spins. I don’t know why I dream of him. I don’t know why the air tastes the same when I see his face. I only know that I can’t look away, and that somewhere, deep in my bones, I can already hear his voice again. The same words that have haunted every dream: “Tell me what you are.”
Ofeliaar · 362 Views

Why Her:The shadow of the past

Everything started going wrong during the summer break for Melody, a girl from a family of three with two older twin brothers who are Milo and Miles -also a prestigious student of Pride high, who has her life planed for her.My parents were rich, overprotective and strict who is constantly watching my every move although I wasn't the only child. One night before summer break,I consulted my parents about wanting to work in Pakistan as an hacker during the Summer which led to a heated argument and I was grounded for the whole summer.I snuck out that night to Delilah's place to cool off when she started talking about the Mafia kings return and the massive rate of kidnapping and yes (Delilah is two years old than I am and a Sophomore at Brighton University studying Criminology and also Milos ex girlfriend). I explained to her what happened and asked if she has a job to offer and she suggested about working as a maid to gain insights for Luca's "The Mafia Lord" regarding the kidnapping cases as well as the missing girls in her school.Although it was a crazy idea I offered my service,at least anything to get me away from home. Lilah made an excuse for my parents that I would be spending the summer at her place which they believed obviously while they were going to spend their summer at Kuwait and as well as expand our mining business.A week later I set for Placid mansion where hundreds of girls line up to get this job and few were picked by his secretary which I was among the lucky few ,well I wouldn't say that if I knew the mess I was getting into
RIL335 · 9.6k Views

The Emperor's obsession

“She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."
Sienna_voss · 57.8k Views

Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

He rejected me in front of them all. But if I’m going to die, I’m going to die on my own terms. Allison's smile faltered. “You think you can trick us?” “I’m weak to the point I can die anytime, why don’t you give me a chase?... It will be more thrilling for you.” My words were barely a whisper. “But to give you that thrill you have to give me a half an hour headstart.” ‘Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, with little to no chance of surviving. At least it was better than being mauled to death here… And I want to see if Damon would be able to watch the werewolves hunt me down. We had a deep bond even before the mate pull. I won’t accept his rejection yet… I want to drive him crazy to the point he will lose all his sanity.’ “No, you don’t have the right to negotiate with us.” One of them growled in his wolf form. “I’m not negotiating…” I spat out blood, and my face turned pale from the amount of blood I was losing. “I’m only enforcing the law… The law of hunting as punishment for a traitor… and I happen to be one.” Damon blinked slowly and finally answered. “Let her run.” His voice didn’t carry any weight. It was just cold, and empty, and detached like none of this mattered, like I didn’t matter. ‘So this was his decision… after everything we have been through.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent CEO she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.
Missnormal · 438.2k Views

The Billionaire's Unholy Promise to Her

"Your father owes a blood debt. Now you pay with your life," Dante Carusi says, standing in a hospital chapel with a gun under his jacket. Norah Sutherland never knew her dead father worked for the mob. Never knew he witnessed a murder eighteen years ago. Never knew the evidence he hid would make her a target. Until a dying man whispers her name. Until Dante appears with surveillance photos proving they've been watching her for months. Until she has three weeks before the Calabria crime family collects what her father owed—her life. But Dante makes a dangerous choice. Instead of delivering her to be killed like the six women before her, he hides her. Protects her. Lies to his own family to keep her breathing. Then everything explodes. The three-week deadline becomes forty-eight hours. Dante's captured and beaten. His brother appears with shocking truths—nothing Dante said was real. And Norah discovers her father didn't just witness murder. He helped commit it. Now she's racing to find the hidden evidence, decrypt her father's secrets, and trade it for Dante's life before midnight. But the Calabrias don't negotiate. They don't forgive. And they're done waiting. Trapped between a man who was sent to kill her and a family that won't stop hunting, Norah faces one brutal truth: saving Dante means destroying her father's memory. Keeping her father's secrets means watching Dante die. And the clock just hit eleven. When love is born from a death sentence, can it survive the truth?
ivyhart · 617 Views