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Vampire’s Lovely Maid

Arabelle, a 20 year old girl was born into poverty along with her sister and her single mother. As the eldest, she has been juggling in between jobs to support her family. Her sick mother can't do anything about it but to accept their fate. They have to live from the mercy of other people just to get by. She knows that their lives will never change unless she gets a job with good compensation. That's why when she saw the job ad as a maid in a mansion, she didn’t hesitate to go and apply for it. Little that she knows her boss is a vampire. Ralph is 200 years old and walks amongst humans. He only hires a maid just to make sure that he will not be discovered. After all, having a human around is like keeping an emergency snack. Every maid who has been to the mansion has mysteriously disappeared. As if they never existed since there is no body that has been found. Arabelle didn’t know about it. She will soon find out the mystery about the missing people from the mansion. Amidst the mystery, she will find herself falling for Ralph. After all, it 's hard to resist his vampire charm whenever she looks at him straight to his eyes. As if he always has something to tell her. While Ralph seems to be drawn to her because of his past. Arabelle doesn't have a clue since he's being careful not to show her. They are both trying to hide their feelings from each other. But the more they hide it, the more their feelings for one another shows. As if betraying both of them in the process.
Jaymie_Suh · 10.9k Views

Ashen Ascension: The Divided Flame

In a world shattered by an ancient disaster, humans rule, and beasts are enslaved. Humanity dominates through mana and matrices, refined into rigid systems that determine status, survival, and worth. Beasts exist beneath them, bound by collars and chains, their strength reduced to mere raw Instinct and obedience. Two races. Two paths. One order that was forcefully imposed. Until something began to change. A hundred years ago, a meteor tore through the sky, carrying a dragon’s roar and a destiny that did not belong to this world. What fell from the skies that day wasn’t whole, and what survived was never meant to remain divided. A human child was born in one of the most oppressed corners of the world. But something inside him was wrong. His instincts pushed him to act when others hesitated. Power around him faltered in unfamiliar ways. Neither the human Matrix nor the beast Instinct fully accepted him, as if something essential within him had been displaced rather than lost. As he grew, he was drawn toward Scars, places where the world itself has been wounded, and to the echoes that feel distant, yet intimately his own. Each step forward brought more fragments of understanding, never enough on their own, always pointing elsewhere. Every advance forced a choice: to submit, to break, or to become something the world couldn’t classify. This is a story of survival in a world built on hierarchy. Of power born from failure rather than perfection. And of an identity that was shaped by absence as much as presence. In a world that enslaves beasts and controls humans, something divided has begun to move. And when what was scattered starts to return, this world will no longer be enough. ================================== Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D
Billion_Generator · 38.8k Views

80s Death Gospel

In the gothic shadow of Sidonia Kemis, the boundary between humanity and horror is crumbling. From the dimension of Sarx, parasitic entities known as Tumors breach the veil, possessing the innocent and twisting them into flesh-eating monstrosities. It is a grim age where steam mixes with blood, and the only line of defense against the darkness is the Holy Convent. To fight these monsters, the Church creates monsters of their own—elite executioners known as Priests who wield "Gospels." These are not prayers, but terrible curses that weaponize the body, allowing the faithful to burn, crush, and slice through the corruption at the cost of their own humanity. But the true threat may not come from the dimension of flesh, but from within the sanctuary itself. It all started with Sister Blood. A heretic hiding within the Convent’s elite ranks, she has set a divine conspiracy in motion that threatens to shatter the natural order. Her scheme began with a single, twisted act: the delivery of a "gift" wrapped in swaddling clothes to a retired executioner who thought his war was over. Now, dragged back into a conflict he tried to escape, one man must navigate a treacherous world of mad science, ancient sea beasts, and political betrayal. Hunted by the organization he once served and burdened by a mutation that is slowly turning him into a beast, he must uncover the truth behind the heresy. In a world where divinity is just another word for power, the only way to survive is to become something worse than the devil. Support Author at: https://www.patreon.com/ZenpaiTrans
ZenpaiTrans · 26.1k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 104.8k Views