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My Redemption To You

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Reads 734
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Parts 32
Time 5h 21m

enemiestolovers forcedproximity king timetravel

"Witch." He muttered, his lips almost brushing hers. Ava Stolens was no match against the tyrannic prince. Alas, she had to stick with him if she wanted to know why did she jump back to 1830, and what link the dreams she keeps making has to do with him. Was she really sent back by her ancestor Edme to avenge her, or was there something else? Much deeper, darker and passionate.All Rights Reserved

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𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐚|𝟭𝟴+| by esuellae

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

Nefarious by CytheraCyrilCyrene

Life can be ironic sometimes, as well as love. It comes in a way we never expected it to be. ... Evellyn the last descendant of her family, has been tasked to continue her family's bloodline and regain its prestige and glory in Ceraun Empire. She aims to give retribution to those people who took advantage of her family's misfortune and coveted its wealth and power. This. This is her grandmother's dying wish and she wants to fulfill it. The only reason she chose to continue living despite how unjust life has been towards her. Her mother died giving birth to her. And her father abandoned them and did not even leave any information about him. People around her treated her like a monster. At that time she lost hope in her life. Yet, her grandmother came to her and told her not to let herself wallow in sadness. She may not have had a good kick-start in her early life but it doesn't mean that the whole run and result would be the same. Everybody has their purpose in life, she too has and gave her one. Ever since then, she has only lived by the words of her grandmother. Until she met him. Zelion A troublesome Archdemon, who has been shackled by a slave contract of her family for almost millennia. His main goal is to finally set himself free from the Nightingale's clutches. And rule the world once again. However, the only key to his freedom is the death of the last bloodline of the conjurer. She found her reason to live with him yet her death is what he needs. Only time will tell how their life, living together, will progress.

Silent (rewrite) by pickelTheanimelover

Ava bell, age twenty one works for a supernatural testing company. Most of her time consents of cleaning up blood,body parts, and teeth. On a uneventful evening, one of her coworkers blabs at the mouth about an alpha being caught. Not falling for the rumor, Ava goes about her day normally, not until she is assigned to watch over the alpha. Than that's when things go all willy nilly.

Chosen by _fangirling

"I never wanted this!" I scream, tears streaming down my eyes. He kisses my neck, muttering sweet things to me, but I ignore him. "I wanted to live a normal life. But no, guess what, I had to be the mate of the freaking vampire prince! Yay!" His body tenses behind me, and I realize what I said. I turn back to apologize, to tell him that's not what I meant, but he stops me. "If that's how you feel." He whispers, walking away before I can blink. - Sadistic: that's what everyone thinks of Ava. She enjoys watching people suffer. The way the squirm and beg for mercy, it probably turns her on. Though, what happens when she has to save lives, not take them away? It's not saving lives like Superman does, it's way more intense. Did she see that coming? No. Does life care? Not at all. In fact, it's throwing her in front of a bus (literally). One secret demands poor Ava to bend all of her morals, and change herself completely. Forever's going to take longer than expected. Warning: Cursing is frequent.

obsession is not love by lilly64728

A world in which grace used to live. girls had powers "mystical Powers", but one day she was seen by a dangerous kingdom prince and now he's in love with her even though she is engaged but he's so over obsessed with her that he wants to marry her no matter what let's see how grace fate will be when she'll be a prey of a lion PROLOGUE *************** I said while walking towards the door that I could sense he is coming from behind when I reached the door his hand banged on the door on which I turned around and was going to kick his balls that he stopped my knee with his hand "don't be smart" I grabbed his face and gave him a headbutt "but I am smart" his nose started bleeding "you're gonna regret everything that you're doing right now" he said with a angry face that I grabbed the door knob and was opening the door that he kicked me on xmy back from which I closed the door when I fell on the door he came towards me grabbed my hands I was facing the door and he was so close to me that I could totally feel his whole body on my back he was having a boner and he was pressing himself more on me so that I can feel it, I was feeling so disgusted and helpless at that time I tried to hit him but he counterattacked each and every move of mine "I am getting used to your attack now" he was rubbing his thing on my ass, I felt so disgusted that I just wanted to leave the room as fast as I could that I shouted for help *****************

The Four by Locatlie

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 (Shadow Milk Cookie x Fem!Reader) by ViennaWritesStories

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𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐚|𝟭𝟴+|

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?