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(BL) Reborn into the Vampire Mafia's obsession

Smithen was an anonymous online stalker who loved a man who never loved him back—a swift, cold marriage to Viran, his elusive dream husband: a mafia king, a ruthless CEO feared by all. He gave everything to Viran, only to be left broken, drowning in regret and unanswered questions. But fate offers a second chance. When Smithen opens his eyes again, he’s back—two months before that ill-fated marriage. Determined to protect his heart, he vows never to fall for Viran again. Yet this new life is different. Something unseen stalks him—a shadowy presence that watches silently, lingering dangerously close, its gaze filled with insatiable hunger. This mysterious beast is possessive, at times obsessed, lusting over Smithen with a fierce intensity. In fleeting moments, the presence brushes against him—too intimate, too electric—like a breath not his own, like lips that haunt his dreams with kisses both tender and fierce. Bound by a truth neither fully understands, Smithen is caught in a perilous dance of obsession, desire, and possession. The beast’s craving grows stronger with every heartbeat, consuming him wholly—body, mind, and soul. This time, Smithen is no longer alone in loving too deeply. Somewhere in the shadows, the beast learns to love him, to obsess over him, to make Smithen irresistible to its touch—and it will not let go. Who is this mysterious beast? Why was it absent in Smithen’s first life? Why has he been granted this rare second chance? And who is the entity that invades his nights, awakening desires he cannot resist? What is the unknown variable that shifts everything, leaving Smithen vulnerable to touches that unravel all his defenses? Note: Not a rushed romance—this is a slow burn. Where silence speaks louder than words, and every touch carries weight. A story of longing, tension, and emotions that grow too intense to control. ⚠️ Contains mature romantic scenes.
aaronstories · 8.8k Views

Throne Of Strife

ENGAGED IN THERE OWNS LIFE TROUBLES, DOESN'T KNOW WHATS WAITING AHEAD FOR 'THEM' ...... "...." "Move. From my seat." His voice was low, calm, but carried a subtle sharpness that cut through the silence. "What do you mean?" The words barely left the boy's lips before Silas flinched. That same uneasy, familiar feeling surged through him again—this was impossible. The student occupying his chair slowly turned his pale green eyes toward him. They were sharp. Dangerous. Predatory. "This… this can't be happening," Silas murmured under his breath, a whisper lost amidst the silence of the room. A..Ahser..why is he here?. ..... "Brown… red hair… lime-green eyes…" He took another drag, the smoke hanging heavy in the chill air. "…You're the new student, aren't you?" "Do you have a problem?" he asked, his voice sharp, rude, unwavering. The first man smirked, embers from his cigarette glowing against the darkening sky. "Your name… it's everywhere in this school, boy." "So… I'm famous now?" Silas replied, his tone laced with dry sarcasm. "Famous?" the man laughed bitterly. "Of course. You've pissed off the wrong bastard." Silas's eyes narrowed. "Which bastard?" The man's smile curved cruelly. "Ah… I won't ruin my day by saying his name." Noah extended a hand toward Silas, a gesture meant to signal friendship—or at least truce. His companion behind him, Kevin, froze for a moment, caught off guard by the move. Silas, however, merely glanced at the outstretched hand, his expression unreadable. The awkwardness between them stretched like a taut string. "My name's —" "I'm not interested in knowing," Silas interrupted sharply, his voice calm but cutting, refusing the offer. Eh? What? Noah's eyes widened in surprise, the gesture he had offered recoiling in his mind as something he hadn't expected. Kevin, for a moment, flinched, unsure what to make of Silas's cold dismissal. Did he just—ignore me? Noah thought, a flash of irritation crossing his face. Silas ignored the hand entirely and turned away, moving with deliberate steps. The message was clear: he would not be swayed, not by gestures, not by charm, not by manipulation. Noah remained frozen for a heartbeat, grinding his teeth in frustration. Dark shadows of anger crossed his face. For the first time, he had extended a hand toward someone—and it had been flatly refused. ..... "Aiden—" Delan stammered, his voice trembling. "Who?" Silas asked calmly, his eyes cold and sharp as he looked at them, measuring. "These… these are Aiden's people," Delan whispered. "Aiden's people?" Silas's brow furrowed." "Is Aiden from this school? Because looking at these bastards' faces, I seriously doubt they're not from here." The intruders stood silently, listening to Silas and Delan speak. Then, their leader—who stood slightly ahead of the others—fixed his gaze on Silas, scrutinizing him carefully, as if trying to recognize something. "These eyes… this hair—" he said, nudging his companion with a laugh. "Hey, this is the kid we've heard about," the other whispered back. "Who? Oh, the one with the colorful eyes and hair—the one Boss mentioned," the leader replied. What!, boss, does their boss know me?. A thousand echoed Silas's mind. "I got to meet him myself today," the leader said with a laugh, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. "Well, you've got killer looks boy, no joke." Silas's gaze swept to the door, his colorful eyes narrowing as he counted five of them blocking the exit. In a single glance, he lost sight of the rest, spread across the room, their presence menacing and deliberate. Smoke from the cigarette curled outward as their leader, Lexi, fixed his sharp eyes on Silas. "Thinking about how you're going to get out of here?" Lexi sneered. "Of course," ...... #SchoolBullying #SchoolLife #BrokenFriendship #FriendToEnemy #Revenge #DarkSecrets #ActionDrama #RichFamilies #Betrayal # Supperpowers #SCI–FIC
AloneAsia · 13.3k Views

Blood Sequence.

On Thalerys, a world adorned by red and golden moons in the night sky, humans never ceased gazing at the stars. However, early in our civilization's history, we learned that those bright lights were inhabited and that their inhabitants had arrived. Contact with these extraterrestrial beings profoundly altered the course of Thalerys's civilization. They caused mutant creatures to be created! They brought dangers from beyond the stars into our world. They have always tried to defile our world and our spirit. But humanity always finds a way. Under the extraordinary power of the Blood, however, we were able to recover and overcome the dangers that surrounded us. We began to unravel the universe that had always been veiled from our eyes, driving our science and technology forward. Now, those beings hide among us, hunting and harming us while trying to corrupt our essence. However, we began hunting them under the light of the Twin Moons. We became the monsters of their nightmares, the boogeyman hiding under their beds. In the Kingdom of Varkesh, the Peacemakers, an order of knights, became part of the stories that terrify those beings. As civilization rises, so does knowledge and technological advancement. Thanks to mass media, things that were once hidden are now known by all. Ember Nova, a Peacekeeper from the Kingdom of Varkesh, will become a central figure in news stories, inspirational tales, and horror stories. Would you like to know more? ------------------------ Cover made by TheAnPlayer2. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
Sir_Traverse · 609 Views

THE BROTHER BLOOD : REVENGE

Want to read a story inspired by Lookism and many other popular anime....U r at right place. Neo-Berlin High: The School of Elites In the glittering megacity of Neo-Berlin—built atop the buried ruins of the Great Stroke War—four once-unrelated nations fused under one iron-fisted supreme leader. What dark bargain sealed that union? And why does the city’s flawless shine feel like a mask hiding something rotten? At Neo-Berlin High, the School of Elites, layers of polished marble conceal decades of tragedy. Here, power isn’t taught… it’s inherited, stolen, or bled for. Enter Hawkstroke. He carries a cursed name that makes students whisper and teachers look away. Ostracized for sins he never committed, Hawkstroke walks the halls with a perfect, predator-like body shaped by raw animal instinct. Yet beneath that flawless exterior lies a fractured mind—Dissociative Identity Disorder—a dangerous gift that lets him become anyone. Watch someone long enough… and he can steal their voice, their walk, their emotions, their knowledge, even their fighting style. Perfect impersonation. One glance at their soul, and he wears it like his own skin. His brother Hank was found dead in these very corridors. The official story? Suicide. But Hawkstroke knows better. Why was Hank silenced? What conspiracy runs through the school’s hidden underbelly—its ruthless gangs, shadowy mafias, and untouchable elites? Who really controls the School of Elites… and what do they fear about the Hawkstroke name? With every step, Hawkstroke must navigate brutal hierarchies, genius-level villains, shifting alliances, and the terrifying voices inside his own head. One wrong impersonation and his fractured mind could shatter completely. He came for answers. He’ll stay for revenge. In a city that sparkles to bury its scars, one cursed student will impersonate the powerful, outfight the merciless, and break every hidden rule—until the truth explodes into the light. Who killed Hank? What secret is the School of Elites desperate to protect? And how far will Hawkstroke go… before he loses himself forever? The game begins now. #lookism #ptj #Copy ability #Mimicry #animal instincts #sakamoto days #Revenge #unique power system #Martial arts
WeAebpym · 16k Views

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and Father of the Sea

Kenji died as nothing more than an exhausted office worker, buried beneath deadlines and loneliness. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the shore of a quiet coastal village named Minato—with no strength, no powers, and no money to his name. All he had was a rickety fishing rod, an empty stomach, and a small boy named Sora, who clung to him and called him Papa. Life in Minato isn’t kind. The villagers laugh at Kenji’s failures, calling him “Empty Bucket” as his nets come up dry. Feeding a child with nothing but copper coins feels impossible. But Kenji refuses to give up. If he can’t fight with swords or magic, then he’ll fight with his patience, his hands, and his will to survive. The first fish he sells earns him just four copper—barely enough for bread. Yet that bread tastes like victory. Step by step, coin by coin, Kenji begins to climb. From sardines to larger catches, from ridicule to respect, his journey becomes one of grit and quiet determination. But there’s something unusual about Sora. Whenever the boy is near, the sea seems to favor them. Fish gather closer, storms ease, and nets feel heavier. Villagers whisper that he may be blessed by the sea itself. With his growing skill and Sora’s mysterious gift, Kenji sets out not just to survive, but to build a new life as a father, a fisherman, and perhaps… something far greater. This is a story of tides and family, of laughter and hunger, of copper to silver to gold. A slice-of-life journey about a man who was nobody—becoming a father, a provider, and, against all odds, a legend of the sea.
Black_Zues · 39.2k Views

The Probability of Wealth

"Everyone in the market chases information. James Smith already knows the odds." James Smith is seventeen, broke, and invisible — a scholarship kid from Lyon who spends his lunch breaks reading annual reports no one asked him to read. He has no connections, no capital, and no name worth mentioning in the halls of French finance. But he has one thing nobody can see: a plan that stretches beyond his own lifetime. He doesn't want to be rich. He wants to build something permanent — a legacy so solid that his name will carry weight long after he's gone, and his children's children will never know what it means to start from nothing. Then a lab accident changes everything. A routine errand at a research facility. An equipment failure. A flash of white. When James wakes up in a hospital bed two days later, he notices something no one else can: a silent, translucent panel at the edge of his vision. It doesn't speak. It doesn't explain. When he focuses on any investment, it shows a single number — a probability score. Nothing more. He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't know why it works. He only knows it's his — and he will take that secret to his grave. What follows is not a story of a boy who got lucky. It is the story of a man who took one edge and built an empire from it — one calculated position at a time. From the trading floors of Euronext Paris to the boardrooms of global conglomerates, James moves in silence, leaving behind only results that no one can explain and a reputation that makes even the oldest money in Europe uncomfortable. He will become the greatest investor France has ever produced. And nobody — not his closest friend, not the woman who sees him most clearly, not the institutions that fear him — will ever know why. The probability is always in his favour. The reason is always his secret.
JValmont · 16.5k Views

Road to be the Best Chess Player in the World!

Author's note: 1. Hey, everyone! Thank you for supporting my story! I have written a new one with the hope of getting a contract for that story as well, the title is 'The Rise of the Iron Wall!'. It is a football story, so if you like, please give your support by adding it to your collection and giving your power stone to that story! Thanks! 2. 150 Power stones: 2 extra chapters! 20 Golden tickets: 4 extra chapters! Gifts: Depending on what kind of gift, I will spread the extra chapters across the weeks. Hey, everyone! Please, help me stay motivated by keep sending me your power stones and golden tickets! There will always be extra chapters when we cross the threshold that I set. Thank you very much! -0- Chess players have no future in Indonesia! That was what Adrian Sheva, a 17-year-old boy from the most crowded district in Jakarta, said to convince himself that delving into the chess world would be a waste of time. He didn't even bat his eyes after getting the system that would help him become the best chess player in the world. No, it is better to work in a food stall and earn money honestly. However, it seems that the people around him disagree. They all see the talent hidden in Sheva - although Sheva himself insists that it all comes from the system - and force him to go deeper into this world. As he accumulates more experiences, playing more tournaments, making new friends, and fighting against new rivals from other countries, and winning some glories for his country, slowly but surely, this game starts to grow on him. Until in the end, he finally looks back at his journey from the bottom, Sheva cannot help but smile and say, "Oh, well... It seems that this game is not as bad as I thought..."
Federixo_01 · 1.2m Views