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The Mafia King’s Hacker Bride

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn
Balishba · 235.1k Views

Umbra Chronicle

I placed myself into my own novel, and now the world I once wrote is trying to erase me. I walk through the Human Realm as Kaeru, crossing roads I designed, entering kingdoms I once imagined, and standing before ruins, towers, and people that were never supposed to feel this real. What should have been a story has become lived reality, and every step I take drags me deeper into a world that no longer obeys me simply because I created it. Because creation was never the same as belonging. The Human Realm stretches before me as both invitation and warning. My journey through it is filled with things I cannot yet explain without saying too much—meetings that will matter later, places that should have been ordinary but are not, and scattered pieces I keep gathering for a future even I know will demand them. None of it is random. None of it is meaningless. Somewhere down the line, every fragment will become necessary. And yet, the more I move forward, the more the world itself begins to turn. The Law of Aion is not a rule, nor some distant force of morality or justice. It is the weight of continuity. The pressure of meaning. The truth that existence, no matter how much it changes, must still be able to trace itself. And around me, that truth is shifting. Quietly. Relentlessly. Reality bends in small ways first—through timing, through people, through events that feel almost right until I notice the shape of what is being altered. It is trying to make sense of me by leaving less room for me to exist. Something in this world knows that I do not align with the path that led everything here. My presence strains against the shape of what should be. So the Law moves—not to destroy me outright, but to rearrange the story around me until I can no longer remain inside it as I am. But I keep moving. I keep gathering what I need. I keep walking toward answers I may not want. And behind all of it, beyond every silence and every shift in the world, there is Kaediel. Close enough to haunt my thoughts. Distant enough to remain unclear. Whether he is another self, a witness, or something far beyond either, his presence lingers like a shadow cast by a truth I have not yet reached. This world remembers its own meaning. And if I cannot prove mine before the story closes around me, then one day the path that created everything will continue on— as if I was never part of it at all.
Kaediel · 11.4k Views

His game. Her Revenge

Deep darkness surrounded her, rising and falling with her chest as though they had become one with her. she could feel him, even as he remained still, waiting for her to move. Nelly smiled darkly, he still thought her innocent. He would be the last person she dealt with. "How many?" The familiar voice slipped from somewhere within the shadows. Amused. Same as always. "Enough." she muttered. a low chuckle echoed from the same direction. "Don't do that, I've warned you not to lie to me." Silence. "How many people have died since this little....quest of yours began?" She exhaled slowly. "Many." A second passed. "Too many." the darkness shifted, curling closer, like it was listening. "And still you're not satisfied? the voice pressed. Sharper. "How many more Nelly?" She turned slowly, fully aware he couldn't see her. her eyes burned. "No," she said. "It's not enough, Not until they feel it." Her legs moved. "Not until they all pay for what they took from me." the darkness stirred violently feeding off her rage. "I'm coming for all of them. And this time....I won't hesitate." *** Twelve years before the story begins, a twenty old engineering student named Ken was shot on a road outside the University of Abuja. His girlfriend Nelly watched him die. Touted as a genius, he spearheaded several scientific discoveries. His research notebook was never recovered. His death was filed as a robbery gone wrong. Nelly did not believe it then. She doe not believe it now. Her suspicions were further fueled when a tech startup, came into the spotlight and meteoric rise: Akor Corp, a tech empire whose products seemed all too similar to be a coincidence to Kens work. Driven almost insane by that grief she returns. With a simple plan, infiltrate Akor Corp, find a connection with Ken's death and brings his killers to justice. Nelly soon discovers nothing is ever that simple. Kelvin Akor her cold enigmatic boss, is a mysterious and calculated man, she also encounters Lucky Dante the famous playboy, and was soon entangled with both men. After her discovery leads to the death of her former classmate, she is forced to question her resolve for revenge. unknown to her, the powers that had put Ken down, had become aware of her. Does she succeed or give up, knowing it put the lives of her loved ones in danger?
dante2345 · 10.8k Views

Tabore-Bane Making of the Sapphire Citadel

“TABORÉ-BANE Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is an epic narration of a Queen, driven by ambition. Lady Serenya, is caught in a web of ancient oaths and ruthless power plays. Yet she strives to build a living citadel that defies time and embraces her rhythm. Bound by love, betrayal, and a mysterious legacy unknown to her, she must protect all that is hers and lead the Sapphire Legion through shadows that threaten to consume. Within whispers in the marsh and the rising song of stone, this tale is a journey of a woman’s ambition, courage, and sacrifice to reach her destiny. Towering mountains, shifting sands, and enchanted realms form the setting of the epic. In this mist-wrapped Tabore-Bane, destiny is not a gift but a burden to be endured. Haunted by melodies of her distant homeland and guided by ancient relics pulsing with forbidden power, Serenya must weave strength from memory and magic to survive. As the mountain peaks hold their breath, tumult stirs in the shadows. Whispered prophecies, fractured alliances, and spectral guardians stir beneath the land, threatening to unravel the fragile hope she carries. Kaelis and Darven, Serenya’s chosen emissaries sent into the labyrinthine of the island, follow paths marked by riddles in stone to realise that they are not just scouts but catalysts in a game played by eternals. The island shifts beneath their feet and watches them, bending reality with every breath, testing those who dare tread it. Among tribal spirits, hidden watchers, and unseen dangers, a quest unfolds to unravel a dangerous dance of trust and treachery. “Taborer-bane: The Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is a fantasy of memory, power, and the endurance of hope. From frostbitten peaks to haunted marshlands, it weaves a tale of Serenya’s unyielding spirit confronting the forces that seek to silence truth and bend her world into shadow. Dive into a world rich with intrigue, ancient mysteries, and relentless courage. Discover the forgotten rites and the forging of a legend. In this struggle, the test will be of loyalty, and she may lose everything to gain freedom. Welcome into Tabor-Bane, a land not for the Light Hearted.
EvanRavinan_123 · 40.4k Views

Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.
Dagzo · 9.4m Views