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The girl who shouldn't exist by morino_chi
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Born in Hell, trapped on Earth... and hunted by her own blood. Mekase, a girl forged in the fire of the underworld, finds herself cast onto Earth-stripped of her power and pursued by the very realm she once ruled. But as ancient forces rise and shadows stir, Mekase begins to awaken something far greater than Hellfire inside her-something void, something unknown. With hellhounds, generals, and even her father-the King of Hell-on her trail, Mekase discovers allies in unlikely places, especially in the enigmatic and powerful Vector. As her old world tries to pull her back, Mekase must decide: is she still her father's daughter... or something beyond Heaven, Hell, and everything in between? A cosmic battle of identity, rebellion, and evolution begins. Hell wants her back. The universe wants her gone. But Mekase? She's just getting started.
Love You My Angel by Veera_writes67
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Thud! Raavi slapped Vihaan. All eyes turned to the center of the room where Raavi stood, her chest heaving, her hand still raised from the strike she had just delivered across Vihaan's face. "How dare you!" she screamed, her voice raw. "How dare you even think of doing something like this? You wanted to use my sister? I swear to God, Vihaan, I will kill you." "You think you know everything, don't you? Do you even know who Kartik was? Do you know who he loved? When you know nothing, how dare you play God? If it wasn't me, if it was some other girl, would you have done the same? You used me, Vihaan, for a promotion, for revenge. You played with my life like it was a pawn for your brother's Revenge." Her fingers tightened on the handle - the rose, the blade, the final strike. "I will show you what death looks like." And then she drove the knife in, all the way. The tip pierced through Vihaan's back. Blood dripped from the wound, staining the floor beneath them like ink spreading across paper. And for the first time that night, silence didn't come from shock - it came from fear. . . . . status- ongoing Keep reading to know more