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Neural Entanglement

Synopsis: Lieutenant Commander Anthony Lawrence didn’t mean to propose to an alien. All he did was compliment her tentacles. Now, thanks to a mistranslating collar and one awkwardly sincere comment, Anthony has accidentally triggered an ancient Narian courtship ritual. His unintended suitor? Lieutenant Thalia — brilliant, composed, and unmistakably not human. What starts as a diplomatic headache aboard the Coalition starship Asteria quickly deepens into something neither of them expected: a profound, evolving bond that transcends language, biology, and species. As their neural connection grows stronger — mentally, emotionally, and physically — Anthony and Thalia find themselves at the center of interstellar scrutiny, cultural tension, and the weight of being the first human-Narian pair in history. But in a galaxy full of political agendas, old prejudices, and unexplored frontiers, can one unlikely relationship withstand the pressure? Especially when that bond may unlock secrets the galaxy hasn’t seen in millennia… --- About the Story: Chapters 1–3 are adapted from the viral YouTube reading “He told the alien girl her tentacles looked great today” source, enhanced and polished for continuity and character development. All following chapters are original material written by ChatGPT, continuing the romance, diplomacy, and science fiction elements in the spirit of Star Trek, with a strong emotional core and character-driven focus. --- Why Read This? If you love: The diplomacy and crew dynamics of Star Trek The romantic tension of Arrival meets Mass Effect Slow-burn romance with genuine emotional stakes Cross-species bonding, cultural misunderstandings, and raising half-alien kids on a spaceship Then Neural Entanglement is your next obsession.
DeJeL · 14.6k 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 · 4.4k Views

Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 152.6k Views

"My reason to live"

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. Who had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him. A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son" His father, Emre Yunus Hakan, handed him the keys to the Hakan estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him. Conversing to him on state matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters as he recalled past events. Months passed. One fateful night, he received the news. "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet. The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent Hakan estate. Where he would find his "relatives" people who he had lost connection to the day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily. He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was. Clutching around the coffin, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Hands stopping as he clicked at a profile. There in the screen showed the picture of a woman, she was a beauty, and he had known it. Sharing their numbers he agreed on meeting her. It was a Sunday. Nur walked around the streets of Istanbul. Phone in hand, talking to the woman on the other end. "I will see you, bye" he abruptly mumbled as he cut the Call. He then made his way in one of the shops. Just as he stepped in--Thud* oh god... a feminine voice came out as he stared at her. The woman mumbled a sorry as she quickly retreated a bouquet that laid on the ground. Her eyes then went up to him, warm, honey like orbs locking with a piercing pair of blues. They stared at each other. As Nur's eyes unraveled her, she was even prettier than the girl he was supposed to meet. I-I'm sorry... (affet beni...) she said again and slid past him. Nur snapped his head, watching her go. Then turned to the front. On the ground was embroidered purse. He then crouched down, hands grazing against it, he clutched at the purse. Inside was an ID: Ayse Yildiz there was the picture of her. Ayse Yildiz... he practiced the name as if he has an obligation to remember it for eternity. Perhaps... his lips twitched, perhaps, he will have to... remember it for eternity...
DeryaYildirim · 2.3k Views