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As an Ordinary person (Why do I keep attracting Psychopaths?)

As an ordinary person who found herself in another world, Yuna a fanatic reader decided that she is too ordinary and lazy to achieve something big and want to live a leisure and easy live, following the masses and blend in on the new world she found herself in. However, Yuna who thought herself to be quite ordinary tends to accidently create extraordinary things. •Influencing in letting the most feared assassin guild being created •Becoming a legend by creating the most respected Knights •Accidentally led to the establishment of the most devout and pious Temples .......and the list goes on. Yuna who found herself at the centre of it all : "......." Yuna: "I swear I'm only an ordinary person and everything is a mistake! an accident! I don't know anything ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ" Not only that, Yuna also have the knack of attracting all sorts of psychopaths. Psychopath no 1: "I cannot live without you, I won't let you leave me" Psychopath no 2: "You are my God and I am at the mercy of your will" Psychopath no 3: "What do you mean I am free? You are my shackles" Psychopath no 4, 5, 6, 7 : "Master, you cannot abandon us!" Yuna: "Fucking hell, what did I do??? Why Me??? (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)" As a person who is always ordinary, Yuna felt overwhelmed in another world that cannot let her be ordinary! _____________________________________________________________________ Assuming a role of an ordinary person in her previous life but adorn the role of either a God's messanger, Pioneer of Light, Guide, a Path or even the God itself..... A fateful and eventful life of Yuna began in another World. [May the Holy Light be with you]
Your_Oak · 198.4k Views

The Goddesses Prophecy of the Alpha

Erick didn't even know werewolves existed, let alone that he was one. As he is thrown into that world, he finds himself at the center of both a murder plot and an ancient prophecy. Can he find a way to survive and fulfill the prophecy? Rhian his mate comes crashing into his life while running from her own set of dangers. Will their union derail everything or be the solution they are looking for?  The officer leaned in over the desk towards the intake nurse. They both continued to glance in his direction as they spoke in hushed whispers. An irritated Erick smirked, giving them a slight wave to acknowledge he knew they were staring. Even though they were across the room and attempting to speak quietly, Erick heard every word. He was baffled at this sudden improvement in his hearing; it was as if their voices were magnified. "Yes, we found him wandering out of the woods. He couldn't explain his lack of clothes or what had happened to him." The nurse replied, "Don't you find that suspicious knowing what last night was? Do you think that maybe he was unaware he was changing?'' The officer quickly cut her off, "Of course I suspected it! Why the hell do you think I brought him here instead of Memorial hospital?" The nurse just nodded as she looked down and began to type in her report. "My biggest question is it's as if he has no idea what happened. Does he not know what he is or what he is going through? Please make sure you have security and keep an eye on him. Something just feels off to me." The officer looking directly at Erick noticed how wide his eyes were watching the two of them speak. Could he hear their conversation?     What in the world were these two talking about? The shocking appearance on Erick's face twisted into a confused expression. What is this change they are talking about, and what do they mean what he is? He is a man. What other possibility is there? Feelings of anger and rage began to overwhelm him. He had felt all along that the officer's demeanor was off, like he knew more than he was saying. Erick acknowledges that his explanation for what happened lacked plausibility, but he was just trying to find some reasonable interpretation of the situation. What did that man know? Did he recognize Erick but how? It's not like he ever had a criminal record?     Erick brought his hands up to his temple and put pressure along both sides as he squeezed his eyes closed tightly. His feelings were overwhelming enough, but this stabbing headache was not helping him think clearly. Why did it feel like fire was coursing through his veins? Argh, he screamed internally, overcome with agony. His gripe along his temple tightened, and his eyes snapped open as he felt a trickle of blood where his nails had pierced his skin; like the night before, his vision went black, and he felt himself collapsing to the floor.     The officer who had never taken his eyes off Erick was suddenly running over to him. "Shit!" The officer witnessed the golden glare in his eyes during the brief moment they opened. He knew the fears in their suspicions were correct as he rushed to his side. "Get a gurney and the restraints now!" He roared in the direction of the nurse who was already scrambling to assist him.
AmandaW1822 · 143.5k Views

By Day His Assistant, By Night His Escort

Sienna Vale POV My boss is an ass wipe. There’s no nicer way to say it. Adrian Kade is the most arrogant, cold-blooded, control-obsessed man I’ve ever met. He’s rich, powerful, and devastatingly composed—the kind of man who never raises his voice because people bend before he has to. I’ve watched him make executives cry, ruin careers before lunch, and still look like he’s carved from marble while doing it. He doesn’t like me much, either. Which is fine, because the feeling is mutual. But I need the job. I need the paycheck. And I need the health insurance, because my brother’s attorney charges by the minute and we’re running out of time. So I get up every morning, make his coffee, run his empire, and tell myself it’s temporary. Then one night, I took a second job—one that pays cash for silence and doesn’t ask questions. Through an elite escort agency, I sell time, not affection. No names. No attachments. No repeats. Until I walked into a penthouse suite and found my boss waiting for me. He didn’t fire me. He didn’t even flinch. He booked me again. Now he owns my hours twice over—once on paper, once in private. He’s moved my desk, rewritten my contract, and somehow found a way to make my entire existence revolve around him. He’s buying my time, my obedience, my composure. But what he really wants is my surrender. And the worst part? I can’t decide if I want to slap him or kiss him. Because every time he looks at me, I see the man beneath the suit—the one who doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants unless he’s paying for it. By day, I’m his assistant. By night, I’m his escape. And somewhere between power and obsession, we both forgot where the line was. Now I just have to decide if I can survive him… or if I’m already his. ⸻ Excerpt: “You’re late,” he said. “You told me to wear a slip dress in January,” I shot back. “I had to thaw out first.” His mouth curved. “Character building.” “Idiotic,” I corrected. “Next time, buy me a coat.” “You’ll still show up.” “Yeah,” I said. “But you’ll be paying extra for frostbite.”
ZenAngelCole · 7.1k Views

Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!
Ash20 · 1.1m Views

Cursed Crowns: The Siren's Choice

Everyone said the Twilight King never kept a human lover beyond one moon cycle. A single night of pleasure, then oblivion—that was King Theron Nightshade's cruel pattern across the ages. Until the night he heard Seraphina Tideborn sing and his ancient curse couldn't free her. For three months of forbidden passion, he broke every law of his immortal court, summoning her to his obsidian castle night after night. Everyone said she was blessed, that she'd become his eternal consort through the Eternal Ritual. Seraphina believed them—until the morning she felt death's touch fade from her mortal womb, showing impossible life. That same day, Theron revealed his binding to Lady Morganna of the Shadowfell, the union the Council of Immortals demanded. Shattered and embarrassed, Seraphina fled to the Forgotten Isles with nothing but her broken heart and the king's half-immortal child growing inside her. She thought she'd fled his cursed reach forever. She was devastatingly wrong. Theron has spent four years releasing plagues and storms to find her, his obsession legendary, his curse consuming him without her song. But when he finally tracks her to the edge of the mortal realm, she's claimed sanctuary with the one being he thought destroyed—Caspian Stormwrath, the exiled demigod who reveals a shattering truth: "She bears my god-mark. The Fates themselves wove her fate to mine, not yours." Now Seraphina must choose between the cursed king who destroyed her but cannot live without her song, and the fallen god who's shown her what devotion without darkness means. But when an ancient prophecy awakens and the gods themselves descend to reclaim what was stolen, her choice will determine whether the mortal realm survives or falls into endless night.
DaoistAsZKxe · 546 Views