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Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn't know until the man I'd been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail — with an engagement clause that had my name on it. Signed eight weeks ago. Without my knowledge. Without my consent. My father couldn't look at me. Cole Ashford couldn't stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and the leader of the 303 — an organization that controls more of Colorado than anyone is supposed to know about. He bought my father's debt in one night, told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried, and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease. My roasters. My routines. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it — still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn't agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn't buy. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I'm discovering the ground beneath everything I built belongs to a man who doesn't take what he wants — he builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. Every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He's wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven't decided yet. ⸻ Slow burn · Enemies to lovers · He falls first · She decides last · Arranged marriage · Possessive hero · Strong female lead · Mafia · CEO
MoonCow · 20.4k Views

Hidden Beast Hunter: My S-Class Maid Disguise

--- She hid her horns for seventeen years. They gave her a maid dress anyway. --- Beneath the streets of modern Tokyo, an entire world operates in secret — Beast Hunters, hidden academies, and monsters that slip through the cracks of reality while the rest of the world sips coffee and misses their trains. Saya Hibiki is the best of them. S-Class at seventeen. Dragon bloodline. Silver horns, silver wings, a silver-scaled tail she's spent her entire life pretending doesn't exist — and an ability called **Silver Shadow** so powerful it's been sealed inside her since birth, waiting for exactly this moment to wake up. She was ready for the mission. She was ready for the portal. She was even, grudgingly, ready to say goodbye to the only friends who ever knew what she really was. She was *not* ready for the dress. --- *"This is a Awakening Garment,"* Lumen said, projecting the holographic image with what Saya could only describe as deeply unnecessary cheerfulness. *"Black and white. Very elegant. Maid-style."* *"Absolutely not."* *"Without it, Silver Shadow stays sealed at twelve percent."* *"I'll fight at twelve percent."* *"You soloed a Tier-7 Wyrm at zero percent."* *"...I hate you."* *"Noted."* --- Now she's traveling alone through worlds — a girl with dragon horns in a lace apron, cracking ancient monsters in half with shadow that moves like it's alive, then standing in the wreckage looking like she's about to serve tea. She will never admit she looks good in it. Her tail gives her away every time. --- *"You're not afraid,"* she said slowly, staring at the old man who'd found her bleeding in a cave in feudal Japan like it was perfectly ordinary.* *"Should I be?"* He stirred his pot without looking up. *"I've seen stranger things than a winged girl in a torn dress."* *"...What stranger things?"* He smiled — quiet, knowing, the kind of smile that held seventy years of secrets. *"Finish the coal mining. I'll tell you eventually."* --- **Hidden power. A reluctant disguise. Worlds she was never supposed to see.** Every portal leads somewhere new. Every battle unlocks something she didn't know she had. And somewhere, threaded through the worlds she's crossing, is an answer to the question nobody at the Academy ever gave her: *Why does everyone who should be afraid of her dragon blood —* *already seem to know what she is?* --- *The maid dress was supposed to be a condition.* *It's becoming something else entirely.* --- **Addictive action. Reluctant elegance. A dragon girl who will absolutely not admit she's started to like the dress.** *Hidden Beast Hunter: My S-Rank Maid Disguise* — updating weekly.
NotClosedXD · 1.4k Views

Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Years later, when he would finally hold the “Lifetime Achievement Award” in his hands, Makoto Yasui would recall one very specific afternoon—the afternoon he was sent flying ten whole meters… By a horse girl. At the time, he had only recently gotten his Central Trainer’s license. Unfortunately, his lack of experience was obvious, and many horse girls turned him down without a second thought. And so, after being rejected yet again, maybe his mind wandered a bit too much. While waiting to cross at a red light, he spotted a child nearly step into oncoming traffic. His body moved before his brain could catch up. The kid was fine. He was not. Because he got hit. Not by a car, but by a horse girl. She had black hair, red eyes, and a matching black tail. And she slammed into him at full sprint. Thanks to years of quiet self-training—secretly guided by memories from a past life—he managed to twist midair and land without too much damage. Still, getting launched like that wasn’t exactly part of his daily routine. The horse girl, on the other hand, was completely panicking. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?! A-are you okay?!” “I-I'm Kitasan Black! A first-year at Tracen Academy! Pleased to meet you—wait, no, that’s not what I should say right now!” “I—I mean—I’ll take responsibility! I’ll take full responsibility for this!!” That’s how it all began. The girl’s name was Kitasan Black. And this was the start of everything. = = = = Note: Some character backgrounds and settings have been reworked for narrative purposes. This version expands the world while staying faithful to the spirit of the original. New readers can enjoy it as a mix of sports drama and school life.
Medusa_Fic · 380.4k Views

The Lost Moon of silver

"Please, I have to go home." That's what I told the man in front of me. I begged him to let me go, but in my heart, I pray he never will.  How crazy is that? How can I feel safer with a stranger I've just met than the man who was supposed to love me until death? Why does he look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world? Does he see the bruises? Is that why he's doing this? I should've never left the house, but I couldn't let him win. Not this time, but I hadn't counted on this. "He'll never hurt you again." I want to believe those words, but I don't know if I can. What if I'm going crazy? What if it's all a dream, and I wake up in the nightmare that's my life? I shouldn't trust him, but gods, why does his voice affect me like this? Why does he smell like lightning storms and heather? "Nefretiri? Do you know what a mate is?" No, he didn't just say that! Life isn't supposed to be this dark. That's what Nefretiri Jordans believed until her world came crumbling down. Her marriage was now a game of slave and master, and she would never win. Not when her husband was cruel enough to bring his mistresses to the house and act like Nefra was nothing more than a servant. She wants to run, but she can't. He'll never let her go, especially not with their new daughter. So, she has no choice but to live in hell and do her best to stay sane. Unfortunately, that line of sanity suddenly breaks when Ricky goes too far, and Nefra makes a stupid choice. After all, it's just a cake. Who cared about that?  Fate has a cruel sense of humor, and Nefra quickly learns that nothing is by chance. So, what started as a painful but necessary trip to the store turned into an unexpected adventure.  After all, she never put mate on her shopping list. Not that it mattered to Ivan. The Alpha of the Sebryanny Kinzhal pack from Colorado who's slowly coming back from a year of hell. All he wanted was to find peace and figure out what he was supposed to do with his life. The moon goddess had an answer, and she set him up to find the one thing he needed to be saved.  So, when Nefra crashed into his truck and he saw her, Ivan knew she was his destiny. Unfortunately for him, she's not on board and seems to belong to someone else. If Ivan wants Nefretiri to be his, he'll need to do more than earn her trust. Dark secrets are waiting to devour both of them, and more than one enemy is watching in the shadows to claim what both unknowingly hold.  Somehow, they must get past their pain to find each other and build something neither believed was possible again. Finally, it's time to put the cards on the table and bet it all. If they win, their lives will be more than either of them could ever dream, but if they lose, the darkness will destroy more than one life.
TheSanuraka · 271.9k Views

“What Kind of Love Is This: An Untold Story”

{Official Announcement} In this world of the Land of Consciousness, the powerful turn others into pawns in their dangerous games. However, this journey is not limited to merely fighting enemies. They must also protect themselves from those powerful cultivators and dark forces who seek to take control of others. Yet fate takes a strange turn. A bond begins to form between Lily and Snehwal, one that neither of them expected. What starts as a relationship between a Yakshini and her host slowly challenges the very laws of their world. As trust grows between them, both must decide whether they will follow the path that fate has prepared for them, or create a new one together. Powers in the Land of Consciousness, By extracting spiritual stones from the brains of beasts and absorbing the spiritual energy that floats in the air, one can advance through ten stages of cultivation. Each stage is divided into three levels, Lower, Middle, and Higher. Almost everyone here possesses spiritual power, which in common parlance is simply energy. But only the Yakshinis possess magic along with spiritual power, magic that allows them to enslave male cultivators and gradually drain their cultivation to increase their own stage. What is a Yakshini? A Yakshini is a very beautiful, alluring, and youthful female-like being whose beauty is so rare and enchanting that it can disturb any man’s mind and thoughts through hypnotic magic. At the same time, she is highly advanced in the cultivation of spiritual energy. What is a host? A host is a person who is brought by the Yakshini from another realm, and this person has no power of their own. The Yakshini teaches the host the path of cultivation, and as the host progresses in practice, their power grows. But once the host gains strength, the Yakshini ensnares them, using promises of love and trust to manipulate them, draining all their powers, and gradually pushing them toward death, making the Yakshini even more powerful. © Duglas Bhagwan/Douglas_Bhagwan, 2025. All rights reserved. Unauthorized copying, translation, or distribution is prohibited.
Douglas_Bhagwan · 150k Views