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Morgan Le Fay

Nicole Johnson. History teacher. Sharp. Disciplined. Unforgiving. She taught empires how they fell. She taught children how not to repeat them. She believed knowledge was power. She believed effort could change society. She was wrong. — A classroom. A lockdown. A knife. Her throat slit in front of the students she tried to save. Blood on her hands. Screams in her ears. A girl she pushed to “do better” smiling as she bled out. "This school will burn with me." And then— Silence. — February 20th, 1515. She opened her eyes again. Not as Nicole Johnson. But as Morgan Le Fay de’ Queen. Eldest daughter of the Grand Duchy of Queens. Pawn in a political marriage. A kingdom built on stone, fragile trade routes, and rotting alliances. Yorkania. An 16th-century North American throne wrapped in Arthurian bloodlines and colonial ambition. No magic. No divine system. No second chances. Only knowledge. Only politics. Only survival. — They want her married to a piggy king. They want her silent. They want her useful. But she has studied fallen dynasties. She knows what destroys empires. And this one is already cracking. — In her first life, she died powerless. In this one? She will build. She will manipulate. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
BOOKBRINGER · 217.2k Views

The Unyielding Bond

Viraaj was the undisputed King of his world. As the only son, he was the heartbeat of his home—his father’s pride and his mother’s ultimate joy. He lived with the golden arrogance of a boy who knew he had no rivals, basking in a love that felt eternal. He was the "Ladla," the chosen one, the center of every universe he inhabited. Then came the intruder. A girl who walked into his home as a guest but stayed to dismantle his kingdom, brick by brick. With her calculated innocence and a "uniqueness" that enchanted his parents, she didn't just share his life—she stole it. She pushed Viraaj into the shadows of his own home, turning his sanctuary into a prison and his parents into his coldest judges. Driven to the edge of madness by neglect and humiliation, Viraaj reaches a breaking point. He makes a choice—a dark, irreversible decision that turns them into mortal enemies. What follows is a silent, psychological war. Behind closed doors, a battle of egos begins where every look is a challenge and every smile is a weapon. They are two predators circling each other, waiting for the other to bleed. But in the heat of that hatred, something twisted begins to grow. A dangerous attraction. A suffocating obsession. The line between "I want to destroy you" and "I can't live without you" starts to blur. Their rivalry evolves into a dark, feverish passion—a love born of spite and fueled by madness. But just when it seems that their fire might finally burn away the past, a final secret emerges. One truth so devastating that it changes the entire foundation of their story. A single revelation that threatens to end everything before it truly begins. How far will a King go to reclaim a throne he lost? Can love truly survive when it is built on the ruins of hatred? And what is the price of a secret that can turn blood into ice? Step into a world of manipulation, jealousy, and a passion so dark it consumes everyone in its path
The_SilentLover · 1.4k Views

The Primal Tyrant of Sunset Creek

“In this frozen hell, I am the law. And they? They are my tribute.” —— A story of survival, power, and Taming the Mother and Daughter of the Wild. "In my world, there is no mercy. There is only the hunter and the prey. And you, Sophia... you just walked into my trap." Three years ago, Ishaan Rao disappeared into the shadows of the global underworld, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken contracts. Now, he’s back. Not as the boy who left, but as a cold-blooded predator with a massive white hound at his heel and enough firepower to start a private war. He didn't return for nostalgia. He returned to claim Sunset Creek—a five-thousand-acre frozen wasteland with a secret buried deep beneath its permafrost worth billions. Sophia Reed, the elegant widow struggling to keep her home, thought Ishaan was her savior when he broke the bones of the men threatening her. She was wrong. Ishaan didn't come to save her; he came to own her. And then there’s Ella—Sophia’s rebellious, stunning daughter. She hates Ishaan’s brutality, yet her body betrays her every time his calloused hands touch her skin. As a shadow military conglomerate descends on the ranch to steal its riches, Ishaan turns the farm into a lethal kill-box. To survive the winter, the two women must learn the law of the wild: Obey the master. Embrace the darkness. Or freeze in the silence. "The debt is paid, Sophia. But your freedom? That’s going to cost you everything."
NovaPen1 · 33.7k Views

Plants vs Dungeon

When dungeon gates opened across the world, it became a gold rush. Hunters chased glory. Guilds chased power. Corporations chased profit. Phong Tran awakened as a Level 1 Farmer. No skills. No passives. A broken EXP bar that never moved. So he sold energy drinks instead. Leg warmers. Electrolytes. Power banks. If everyone else was digging for gold, he’d sell the shovels. Then Josh came. University golden boy. Gym-built. Son of a man who could erase problems with a phone call. “Protection fee.” Phong refused. He woke up in a hospital bed, beaten within an inch of death. His aunt and uncle were gone. No bodies. No investigation. No media coverage. Just silence. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his system finally gave him a quest: Plant and harvest 10 potatoes in the dungeon. That’s it. No penalties. No forced missions. No ticking clock. No promise of justice. Just a choice. Phong takes it. The potatoes mutate. Then other plants followed. Chilies spit burning rounds. Sweet potatoes bulk up into blunt-force bruisers. Garlic turns chemical-warfare illegal. Enoki mushrooms rattle like dungeon-grade machine guns. His crops become his frontline. Phong doesn’t want to conquer the dungeon. He wants to build something inside it. A farm. A hearth. A settlement for people tired of being disposable. He won’t let revenge be the only thing he grows. Revenge lit the spark. But it won’t be the only thing he grows. And if the most powerful man in the city comes looking to finish what his son started... He’ll learn something the dungeon already knows. This farm fights back.
Potato_mine · 42k Views