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The Quietest Knife

Willow wakes in a hospital bed broken, medicated, and alone. She is told her life ended weeks ago. Her fiancé stands beside her and calmly explains that they broke up before the accident. That the separation was mutual. That he stayed only out of decency. He is already with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and he speaks as if this has always been the truth. The room accepts it. Doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion. Nurses soften their voices. The same explanation is repeated with quiet confidence until it begins to sound official. Documented. Settled. Then Willow looks to the one person who might contradict him. He does not. Her fiancé’s closest friend who despises her, says nothing. He simply nods once. A small, controlled gesture that confirms everything without saying a word. With that, the past closes. Every detail they recount contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks erased. Conversations rewritten. A relationship reassigned without her consent. If she protests, she will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. She will sound unstable. Emotional. Confused. So she stays silent. And in that silence, something colder begins to form. Why would her fiancé need the past rewritten now, when she cannot safely object. Why would his closest friend choose this moment to agree. And what was decided about her while she lay unconscious. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance. Some knives do not need to be seen. They cut because no one hears them move.
dr_ban99 · 65k Views

The Number One Ice Dancer Was Transferred to Another World (BL)

One moment, Kael Virell was rehearsing a flawless spin. The next, he was in the middle of a godforsaken desert—with three moons, no water, and sand in places sand should never be. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dreaming. He was just transmigrated—into some cruel parody of a fantasy novel, without so much as a welcome scroll or an instruction manual. Still dressed in his competition outfit and walking across dunes in ice skates, Kael does what any reasonable person would do: he complains to the sky, thirsts to death, and contemplates kissing a cactus if it means hydration. But just as he thinks it's over, salvation appears. Ice. Real, glittering ice in the middle of hell. Unfortunately, it comes with a price: a tuna-shaped monster with legs and murder in its eyes. Just when Kael’s about to become sashimi, he’s saved by something even worse—a man. Or a beast. Or maybe a man-shaped serpent demon with claws, a tail, and violet eyes that look way too good for someone who just tore a monster in half. Oh, and he thinks Kael is a girl. And he sniffs him. A lot. Now Kael’s bleeding, terrified, misgendered, and dangerously close to catching feelings for the predator currently cradling him like a bride. No big deal. Totally fine. He just has to stay alive, find water, figure out this twisted world’s rules, and convince his new “protector” that he’s not, in fact, anyone’s delicate little maiden. Because Kael Virell may be lost, exhausted, and a little unhinged—but he’s not giving up without a fight. And if he has to skate through hell to survive? So be it. ---------------------------------------------
EratoChronicles · 62.8k Views

Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire

To the outside world, Celine Roberts had the most perfect life. Beauty, wealth, fame in the entertainment industry and the love of a prominent fiancee. But that perfection shattered the moment she ran away from her own wedding, leaving her fiancee who everyone considered a prince charming at the altar. But what people didn't see was that her so called prince charming was actually a scumbag who is having an affair with her own step sister. Even when she finds out about his affair he threatens her with her career to force her to marry him, after all marriage with her was great publicity for his career. Left with no choice she walks down the aisle to marry a scumbag until she sets her eyes on a man who reminds her of sin and darkness. Escaping her own wedding leads her into a suite that belongs to the same sinfully handsome man she set eyes on at her wedding a while ago. Driven by a rebellious will and a sudden attraction to this stranger, she shares a single night with him, a night that holds no promise and no commitments. But what happens when that single night not only bears fruit, but also leads to the inability to forget the man who seems to have captivated her entirely. Celine isn't the only one unable to forget, Tristan Grayson never met a woman he couldn't resist until her, never met a woman he couldn't forget until her. Who would have thought that the elusive billionaire who scorns women would be completely enthralled by a one night stand?
Blackangel005 · 129.9k Views