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THE DEVIL OF BLAX DYNASTY (A MAFIA ROMANCE/ DARK ROMANCE)

BEWARE EXTREME MATURE SCENES WITH A LOT OF SPICE!!!! Vincent Carpel, the cold-blooded king of the Blax Dynasty, was a man people whispered about. A man the world feared long before they ever saw his face. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and carved from danger itself, he carried an aura that made even seasoned criminals lower their eyes. His sharp gaze was a warning. His presence, a threat. His scar, a reminder of the night his world destroyed as he watched his father die. To the world, Vincent was untouchable. But the world didn’t know everything. They didn’t know about the trembling in his right hand that he hid behind perfectly tailored suits. They didn’t know about the nightmares that tore him awake at 3 a.m. And they certainly didn’t know that the most feared mafia boss on earth spent his nights feeding stray cats behind his marble mansion. Christy knew none of this. She was just a bright, stubborn university graduate from Korea, arriving in Italy with a suitcase full of dreams and a heart determined to make it on her own. She had no idea that fate, and her big mouth, would flip her world upside down. Their first meeting was chaos. Christy shouted at him. Vincent actually froze. And for the first time in his life, someone walked away from him without trembling. He should’ve been furious. Instead, he was intrigued. Fascinated. Completely, dangerously obsessed. Her voice followed him into boardrooms. Her face haunted his nights. Her name was a curse he couldn’t stop whispering. So when he finally found her again, working at a small company, head bowed as her boss humiliated her, something inside Vincent snapped. He didn’t confront the boss. He didn’t argue. He bought the entire company. And he made Christy the owner. Because to Vincent, she wasn’t just special. She was his. THE DEVIL OF BLAX DYNASTY is a story of obsession wrapped in devotion, of a mafia king who never knelt for anyone… until the day Christy’s life hung by a thread. ⸻ “I love you, Christy. Nothing on earth will ever stop me from loving you.” Vincent’s voice dropped, deep, raw, trembling with a truth he never gave anyone. His dark eyes locked on hers, burning hotter .. “You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I can’t think straight unless you’re near. If loving you is a sin, then let me drown in it. I’ve survived worse.” Christy crossed her arms stubbornly against the freezing night air. “Then stop being dramatic and go inside.” “You first.” “I won’t, Vincent. I’m fine out here. I can sleep here too.” “You must be joking.” “Watch me.” Vincent inhaled slowly. Too slowly. Then he exhaled through clenched teeth. The next second, he strode toward her, slipped an arm behind her knees, another around her waist, and swung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. “Miss Christy,” he said in that terrifyingly calm tone, “not under my watch, honey.” She didn’t even fight. Because God… Vincent made her weak. Completely, hopelessly weak. He carried her into the mansion like she belonged nowhere else but in his arms. [18+]+++++ MUST BE 18 TO READ THIS!!! T FOR THANKS
Favour123 · 6.2k Views

Death Game Players in the Conan World

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much
SoraKeith · 62.7k Views

The Heaven Burial Demon

Talentless. Mortal. Forgotten. Ye Wuji was shut out from the path of cultivation before it ever began. Cursed with a crippled spiritual root, he became a coffin maker, ushering others into the earth while awaiting his own turn. However, when an ancient coffin in his workshop came to life, it granted him a power that the world deemed an abomination: the ability to claim the unlived years of the dead. Every burial steals time. Every harvest stains his soul. Cast out from the world of the living and hunted by those who fear what he represents, Ye Wuji walks the Path of Heaven Burial—a path of ghosts and memories where power is measured by graves filled and immortality is woven from stolen endings. How many must be buried before the heavens themselves take notice? Author's Note: This story is not about the comforting notion of heroism. Rather, it explores death as a process, power as a consequence, and survival as a series of compromises. The protagonist is not driven by righteousness or madness, but by necessity, fear of death and erosion. As the story progresses, moral clarity fades, choices become more difficult, and the cost of survival becomes more apparent. Readers should expect: • A slow descent rather than a sudden transformation • Dark themes, including death, burial, and the exploitation of fate • Power gained through uncomfortable means rather than justice or luck • Psychological strain, memory corruption, and moral ambiguity • A world where kindness does not protect and strength does not absolve. This is not a story of instant revenge or effortless ascension. It is a story of accumulation, of years, bodies, and consequences. If you are looking for lighthearted cultivation, clear heroes, or guaranteed redemption, this may not be the right journey. But if you are willing to walk beside a man who buries the world one grave at a time, then welcome.
JMCfor · 2.2k Views