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Miho the Killer

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t. Discord: https://discord.gg/ZrQnj3B4sm
Toobo · 390.7k Views

The Cafe Beneath The Storm

My name is Naomi Price. I’m twenty-three, cursed with an annoyingly flawless complexion, and my life used to be completely unremarkable. My biggest mistake was paying eight bucks for a americano at The Roasted Cafe. That’s where some coward slipped a lethal cocktail into my mug, and I ended up choking on my own spit on a sticky laminate floor. Death was supposed to be a dirt nap. Instead, I woke up with a migraine, exactly ten years in the past. Only, it isn't my past. The world I woke up in is wrong. The skies are a polluted, bruised purple, and the streets are crawling with heavily armed zealots who call themselves The Legion. They own everything now. And the kicker? Everyone is walking around with powers, dictated by a mysterious, floating System that treats human lives like a twisted, high-stakes game. You want to survive this dystopia? You rank up. You want to find out who murdered you? You bleed for it. But the universe has a sick, twisted sense of humor when it comes to leveling up. You can't just grind your way to the top by beating the shit out of low-tier thugs in an alley. To climb the ladder and claim a higher rank, the System locks you in a pocket dimension and forces you to fight an upgraded, deadlier version of yourself. You have to literally kick your own ass to evolve. If you lose? You die for real. And as if dealing with a fascist regime and fighting my own shadow wasn't enough, I brought a passenger back with me. A fractured piece of my own subconscious woke up when I died. She is an arrogant, unhinged mastermind who thinks she is God’s gift to violence. I just want to solve my murder, rip the Legion to shreds, and fix this broken timeline. My other half? She just wants to finger-paint with their blood. So, grab a helmet and buckle the fuck up. We have exactly fifty chapters to sort this colossal clusterfuck out, and my patience is already running on empty.
r0h1th_ · 2.8k Views

My father sold me to the Mafia King

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn ---------------------- Julie pov I screamed at him as I tried to break free from the grip of his hands to reach for his belt, his body, anything belonging to him: "I don't care! I want you to fuck me now... do you understand?" ///////////////////////// Robert pov She said defiantly: "I'll do it myself," and placed her trembling fingers on her pussy. I pounced on her and gripped her hands tightly: "What are you doing, you crazy girl?!" She screamed as she tried to escape: "Let me go to get rid of this agony! If you don't want to fuck me, let me save myself!" I was pressing on her hands to restrain her, and she took advantage of my proximity and kissed me hungrily. I pulled my lips away from her with difficulty, while my body was screaming to throw myself on top of her and touch every inch of her. I was burning too, seeing her in this miserable state. She looked into my eyes deeply and said in a tone that made my world reel: "Robert... take my virginity... make me scream your name, Robert." ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 162k Views