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The harsh, blue-white glare of his monitor painted Araon's face in stark relief, reflecting the frantic, hateful words scrolling across the "Skipper" app. He’d stumbled upon her profile, a quiet digital nook devoted to obscure fantasy novels and fledgling writers, now a battlefield of cruel accusations and venomous nicknames. The atmosphere in his cramped room, thick with the scent of stale pizza and the metallic tang of energy drinks, practically hummed with the malice directed at her– a girl he only knew as 'Scarlett Wolf.' He’d been drowning in the sticky warmth of a gaming sleepover, the dull throb behind his eyes a testament to hours of screen time and too much sugary soda. Boredom, a gnawing, restless beast, had driven him to seek out something, anything, beyond the predictable clatter of controllers and the mumbled snores of his friends. Then he saw her desperate posts, a fragile plea for help, almost lost amidst the digital vitriol. A flicker of something new ignited in him – not just the thrill of a challenge, but a strange, potent mix of curiosity and a nascent desire to be a hero. He rallied his friends, their sleepy grunts and reluctant clicks morphing into a coordinated digital defense. It wasn't just about saving a life; it was about the drama, the delicious tension of a real-world crisis he could orchestrate from behind a screen. He craved the rush of witnessing chaos, then stepping in, not just to quell it, but to emerge victorious, his 'social skills' and 'passion' for justice burnishing his nascent online reputation. He achieved it – a real-life rescue, a badge of honor he wore with a quiet, almost smug satisfaction. The fluorescent hum of middle school hallways replaced the glow of his monitor. Araon, a self-proclaimed 'extrovert' among his introverted, game-obsessed friends, knew the fragile peace wouldn't last. The 'white knight in shining armor' persona he'd cultivated online felt flimsy in the face of locker-slamming jocks and the sharp-eyed scrutiny of popular girls. He fully expected the familiar sting of humiliation, the bruising echo of playground fights, the inevitable slide into becoming easy prey for bullies, just as he had in elementary school. Then he saw her. Across the bustling cafeteria, amidst the clatter of trays and the cacophony of adolescent voices, she stood out like a vibrant, impossible bloom. A jolt, a powerful sense of *déjà vu*, slammed into him. Her hair, a cascade of deep auburn, caught the harsh overhead light, and then her eyes – impossibly large, a dazzling, almost luminous shade of rose-pink – met his. A warmth spread through his chest, melting away the usual anxieties. She was even cuter than her profile picture, her smile a soft, inviting curve. In that moment, the noisy cafeteria faded, and a strange, comforting quiet settled over him, broken only by the rapid thump of his own heart. His school life, once a landscape of anticipated torment, transformed into something unexpectedly comfortable, even *fun*. Her presence was a constant, gentle hum in the background of his days, a soft, encouraging whisper. He found himself drawn into her orbit, basking in the warmth of her attention. But a cold, creeping unease began to prickle at the edges of his newfound happiness. His friends, their faces etched with genuine concern, started to voice their warnings, their voices low and serious, like distant thunder. He dismissed them, blinded by the dazzling pink of her gaze, deafened by the sweet melody of her affection. Oh, how he wished he had listened, truly listened, before the soft, silken threads of her devotion began to tighten, before it was too late to untangle himself from her beautiful, terrible love.
SayoriSimp2 · 144 Views

The Rooh of Greed

Cultivation is a path of rebellion — rebellion against the world, rebellion against Heaven and Earth. Rebellion against oneself! The journey to the apex is fraught with bloodshed. It's a path of no return that only the bravest of men can tread. However, courage alone is not enough to reach the end of this arduous road. Only those who can embrace the loneliness of this journey, all while enduring the unimaginable pain and suffering constantly hurled at them along this infinitely long path of cultivation, stand a chance to reach the peak. Yet, even then, it remains a one-in-a-billion chance. Does this mean there have never been individuals at the top? No, there have been those who reached the pinnacle, but they are a mere handful compared to the countless beings who have aspired to ascend since the beginning of time. So, what sets these supreme beings apart from the multitude of people who have walked the path of cultivation? Is it luck? Perhaps. Wisdom? Well, one cannot afford to be a fool and still be a king right. Wealth? Certainly, but it is not everything. Perseverance? Well, that goes without saying. But something is still missing, something important... What about fate and destiny? It could very well be a factor! However, isn't cultivation all about defying one's fate and forging their destiny? Then what is that one quality which separates the masses from being a supreme individual?? *** Wei Wushang slowly closed the book he was reading, leaning back in his chair. Closing his eyes which were filled with fatigue, he muttered softly. "It's the willingness to sacrifice. To achieve something great one must be ruthless towards both the world and oneself, treating everything equally. Only then can one achieve true greatness. Something that can be gained easily is not worthy of greatness, and that which seems impossible to achieve is the truth of the soul." "And the truth of my soul is Eternal Freedom!" ••••••• This is a novel about a true villain, unapologetic and unrepentant. He was reborn as Wei Wushang in the cruel and marvelous world of Rooh. For his goals, he shall do whatever it takes. But what drives this unrepentant sinner? Wei Wushang seeks eternal freedom, he desires to break free from the constraints of fate and live life on his own terms for all of eternity. Follow Wei Wushang's journey as he wreaks havoc and terrorizes all those who stand in his way, leaving a legacy that will never be forgotten in the world of Rooh. ..... Author's note: •)Mc is a Villain •)No romance & harem. •)Chapter Release rate: Uh, the author is unreliable. •)Rooh = Soul
EvilGrandpa · 124k Views

Queen of Hearts: Turning Prison into my own Kingdom

Yes, i was framed, yes my mother hates me! yes,my life has been somewhat miserable! But do i hate it here? HECK TF NO! in here, i rule, in here i thrive... all men fall at my feet. Every little move i make is glorified...they literally worship me! and all i just have to offer them is my ever lovely beauty. This is my Harem and i am the one calling the shots!. ..... Zara is 20 and gets sent to Blackspire prison for a crime she didn’t do. Her own mom spits in her face and says she hates the day she was born. The prison is full of men—way more guys than girls. Women do all the hard work while the men act like they own the place. Zara doesn’t cry or break. She decides to take control. She uses her beauty like a weapon. She starts small: smiles, touches, whispers. Men begin to notice her fast. In just a few days, guys like Jax (the quiet helper), Rico (the cocky one), and even a guard named Hale start bringing her gifts—gum, an apple, water—just to get close to her. Then the real danger shows up. Three powerful men run everything: - Reaper (the scarred, scary one who breaks people) - Prince (the charming guy who lies with his smile) - Throne (the huge, silent giant who stares like he already owns you) They all watch Zara too. Reaper even comes close in the laundry room and talks to her for the first time. He warns her he doesn’t play games. She smiles and says she only plays to win. Zara is already collecting men like prizes. They fight over her attention. They get jealous. They want her more every day. She teases them, rewards them, but never gives everything away. She’s turning the prison upside down—one look, one touch, one gift at a time. Soon the small guys won’t be enough. The three kings will want her next. And Zara plans to make them beg for the chance to kneel. The Queen of Hearts is awake. The game is just getting started. And she’s playing to rule everything.
Joseph_PupA · 1.6k Views