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The heresy of girls

NO SMUT. In the crown-bound kingdom of Valedryn, the Church teaches that humanity was cursed by a single girl. Ophelia — the first woman — defied God and was cast out of His garden. For her heresy, Heaven stripped mankind of its magic. Now humans kneel while elves and dwarves wield power like birthrights. Desperate for forgiveness, the priests offer God a penance. Punish the daughters. Girls are named omens, born sinful, and destroyed at birth. Only the most “useful” are spared — raised not as people, but as property of the throne. Veiled. Numbered. Promised to noble houses or the king himself to strengthen bloodlines that Heaven has long abandoned. They are never called she. Only it. Seris Zephyr was meant to be one of them. Too beautiful to discard, she is taken to the palace and groomed to become a royal vessel — obedient, silent, and grateful to serve. But Seris does not bow. She does not kneel. And no prayer has ever left her lips willingly. There is something wrong with her. Candles flare when she’s angry. Doors unlock at her touch. The air bends like it’s listening. Humans are not meant to have power. As whispers of unrest spread through the cathedral courts and the Church hunts for signs of divine punishment, Seris begins to suspect the kingdom’s greatest truth is a lie. Perhaps Ophelia did not curse humanity. Perhaps girls were never the sin. And if the throne discovers what Seris truly is, they won’t crown her. They’ll burn her. Because in Valedryn, a girl who refuses to bow is not just disobedient — she is heresy. PHOTO IS NOT MINE, I GOT IT FROM PINTEREST.
Mich_ella_ · 1.9k Views

Where the Lights stays ON

On a quiet backstreet in Seoul, there’s a small café that never closes. Warm lights glow through the windows long after midnight. The coffee is strong, the bread is fresh, and the people inside seem… a little too watchful. They call it Five Leaves Café. Few customers know that the gentle owner who brews their coffee once led a secret military squad that officially “never existed.” Or that the smiling barista, the clumsy cook, the soft-spoken baker, and the playful floor manager were once ghosts of the battlefield too. They survived missions no one would admit happened. Then one day, they disobeyed an order. And lost everything. Now, Kang Do-hyun only wants one thing — a quiet life where no one else gets hurt. No more guns. No more blood. Just coffee… and lights that stay on. But peace is fragile. When Yoon Se-rin, the nation’s most beloved actress, stumbles into his café while running from relentless cameras and a life she can no longer breathe in, their worlds collide. She lives under spotlights. He hides in the shadows. She’s adored by millions. He trusts no one. Yet somehow, in the stillness after closing time, between burnt coffee, shared meals, and sleepless nights, they begin to find something they thought they’d lost long ago— Comfort. Safety. Home. But the past doesn’t disappear so easily. Old missions resurface. Secrets begin to unravel. And the closer Se-rin gets to Do-hyun, the more dangerous loving him becomes. Because some ghosts don’t stay buried. And some wars follow you home. Still… Every night, the café lights turn on. Waiting. For the broken. For the lost. For anyone who needs a place to rest. And maybe— for two tired hearts learning how to love again.
Anze_Li · 740 Views

OMEGA'S WOVEN SCARS

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.
KairalKateri · 25k Views