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The grand chamber was a tomb of reverence and decay. Stalin's portrait loomed above wilted flowers, tarnished pearls, and forgotten offerings, its cold gaze lit by flickering candles. The brass door creaked open, and a woman entered, her heels echoing through the silence. She stopped before the painting, her iron resolve faltering as she knelt. In a voice trembling with devotion, she whispered into the still air, "Моя любовь."All Rights Reserved

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Behind the mask by Nina_Lou31

On the rooftop, her fancy dress that's now covered with her blood, her tired ice blue eyes met his gazes under his mask, his hazel eyes shines under the moonlight, she couldn't hold more the pain even though she's been through worse than this, but she lost a lot of blood and start getting dizzy and cold, she may be a disgrace to the assassins, but her rival is much stronger than she is. Suddenly Ivan pointed a gun towards her, and said with his deep voice "sit down" She was confused,(does he think that i'll give up cause of his threatening??) He stepped closer and said again but more sternly "sit down, Now, i won't repeat" She wasn't afraid so she didn't comply and took a defensive position, he pinched the bridge of his nose and close the gap between them, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, she resisted but he groaned "why are you so stubborn, you lost a lot of blood, now sit down, i won't bite unless you want to" he smirked, and pushed her down till she was sitting completely, she sighs and couldn't argue more cause she is already dizzy, he sat beside her "Rei... Are you okay?" She felt cold and heavy, even words couldn't come out of her mouth, she just leaned against him and passed out.

Dark Eros by Ophelia_is_Knightly

"He was a great lion and she was merely a gazelle. He was stalking her in the tall grass, crouching on his mighty hinges, his claws extended, his teeth bared. She sensed him, peered through the tall greenery for him but saw nothing, confusion clouding her senses. Was there nothing there? Was she merely guessing at nothing? Being deceived by her own fear and paranoia? Then she heard a growl, the sound of crunching grass growing near. But she could not run, it was too late, she was pounced on. And then she screamed, her cries ignored, for she was the prey of a predator, a meal for a starving creature." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ife was gifted, she had sight and the ability to read eyes. She had been taught all her life that soul did not lie... Prince Fumnaya was filled with a growing idleness that he could not seem to fill. No amount of respect or bed partners could quite encompass the void he had in him....until the night he laid eyes on Ife. Moonlight bouncing off of soft brown skin tended to raise any man's libido but what he felt for her was so quick, so carnal, he had to have her. Ife had seen him before, in her dreams, dreams that haunted her constantly, his eyes called to her, beckoned her closer. Begging her to save him, to wash away the melancholy inside him, to brighten his view of the world. All her life, she thought she knew what she was to do, to save other, to give advice . But now that she has fallen into Fumnaya's explosively passionate haze of desire, she is lost. She wants to save him...the need is stronger than anything in the world but his sexual passion frightens her, for his need of her is far too great. Will he fall victim to his dull view on life, tarnishing his soul or will she finally realize that what he needs most in life is her?

Captive by mistake. (Lesbian Story) by Warrior_eren

I dipped into ice cold water. A man yelled questions at me, questions I did not know. Still, he persisted.... I drowned... At least I had hoped I did. The bright room blinded me. A silhouette of a woman hung across the room. Who the hell was she? Where am I? The woman spoke to me. She seemed nice...Until she informed me I'll be kept as a pet. TRIGGER WARNING. SA.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘 by ezlyaurelien

Y/N had long since perfected the art of hiding the cracks in her heart, a quiet ache that lingered beneath the surface, unnoticed by the world around her. Trust had been shattered too many times, leaving behind only the remnants of love she once gave so freely. The weight of solitude clung to her like a second skin, and each day she walked through life as though she were a ghost, watching the world pass by, yearning for something she couldn't quite reach. But when the night embraced her, when sleep whispered its soft lullaby, everything changed. In the silence of her dreams, something shifted-though her eyes could not see, her heart felt it. It was a presence, gentle yet unyielding, that made her believe, just for a moment, that there was more to life than the ache she carried. A presence that whispered in the stillness, as though it had always known her, waiting in the spaces where dreams met reality. In that sacred space, between waking and sleeping, Y/N began to feel the warmth of something new. It was not a dream, but something more-a promise, tender yet powerful, that whispered softly to her soul. "I can't promise you a perfect world, but in this moment, let me be the one who never lets you go." In The Dreamer's Embrace, Y/N begins a journey where the weight of silence starts to lift, revealing a connection she never expected-a love, not of fantasy, but something she's always longed for. Will she open her heart to this strange, beautiful presence, or will the weight of her past keep her trapped in the shadows?

His Dirty Little Secret by x_Dreamcatxher_x

"My Love, I apologise and beg for your pardon a thousand of times" I rubbed her beautiful strong current hair. Lillian turned her head and saw the healer rubbing a heat stone on pale skin, "Just set me free Theo" she whispered before her eyes closed. "I can't Lillian, I am selfish with you" I kissed her head thousands of times, she was the women I wanted to marry, she was the women to be the mother of my child. "Your Majesty, she needs a lot of resting, shall we take her upstairs?" The healer asks. "Yes, place her in my chambers- make sure your Queen knows nothing of this" I commanded when two guards lifted up her body and walked up the stairs. "You love her your majesty?" The healer asks. "I do" I admitted. "Don't mind me saying your Majesty, but she is clearly in pain. Why won't you just let her live her life?" he looks at me. "Because she mine and only mine, no other man will see her bare or love her like I do." I growled red hot anger burning through my head if I thought of my beauty in the arms of another man. ---- Highest ranks - #24 in Historical Fiction- 13/06/2016 #14 in Historical Fiction- 13/07/2016 #13 In Historical Fiction- 10/04/2017 Bad spelling and Grammer, please don't hate I will improve in time.

Ruined [𝟏𝟖+] [𝐆𝐱𝐆] by weekendlustt

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink. Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth. "Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really." Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ⋙⋙⋙⋙⋘⋘⋘ Power isn't just taken, it's earned, and Zinovia Kozlov is ready to claim what's hers. After her father's death, Zinovia steps up to lead the Russian mafia as its most feared and adored princess. But she's soon pulled into the dark world of Sevan Cortez, the woman who commands the entire mafia underworld. What starts as a power struggle between them quickly spirals into a twisted game of sex, manipulation, and deceit. But even Zinovia knows... You can't ruin, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

Veil Of Longing by lylaaaaaaloves

The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting a silvery glow over the imperial city. In the distance, the faint chime of a zither drifted through the air, delicate yet melancholic, as though carrying the silent regrets of those who dared not speak them. Within the grand halls of the palace, beneath layers of gold and silk, a woman sat motionless before a bronze mirror. A single candle flickered beside her, its dim light dancing upon her face-exquisite beyond words, yet marked by a sorrow too deep to be concealed. Her fingers traced the carved patterns on the wooden table, absentmindedly following their curves as if seeking answers in their intricate designs. Outside, the cold wind whispered through the corridors, sending the gauzy curtains swaying like ghosts of the past. Once, she had believed in love. Once, she had dreamed of happiness. Now, those dreams lay buried beneath the weight of duty, sacrifice, and a love that had never truly belonged to her. A shadow loomed at the doorway. A figure stood there, silent yet imposing, his presence a storm held at bay. The candle wavered, and for a brief moment, their eyes met-one filled with sorrow, the other with unreadable emotions. "Your Majesty," she finally spoke, her voice as gentle as the falling snow. The man stepped closer, his gaze lingering on her fragile form, his hands clenching at his sides. He had conquered lands, commanded armies, and held the power to dictate life and death. Yet in front of her, he felt powerless. "Yan Ruo..." he whispered, her name slipping past his lips like a prayer, a regret, a plea. She smiled-soft, distant, resigned. "Your Majesty must not forget the dawn will soon rise." Her words were light, almost teasing, but the pain behind them was unmistakable. The silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Outside, the first light of dawn painted the horizon. Another day had begun, but for them, it had already ended long ago.

Armine by Ziorfei

Armine stood before the tall, tarnished mirror, her reflection cold and mocking. The ornate frame, once gold, had dulled over time, its roses twisted like thorns. The room around her, grand with silken curtains and gold-trimmed furniture, felt suffocating. The air was thick, heavy with regret. She stared into the glass, not seeing a princess, but a shadow of herself-broken and lost. "Will there ever be a day," she whispered, her voice trembling, "when I stop hearing you laugh at me? When I stop hearing that I was never meant for the crown?" The reflection seemed to smirk, its cruel laughter echoing in the silence. "You were never meant to wear the crown. Thorns are meant for you, to choke you. You will never be his." The words hit like daggers. She wanted to look away, but the mirror held her in its grip. She felt suffocated by her own thoughts, by the weight of the crown she never wore, the love she never had. "Madam..." Alicia's voice broke through the silence. "You are so much more than this. Your worth is not in a crown or his love." Armine shook her head, her hollow smile barely visible. "He will come back, Alicia. But not to save me. He will come back to remind me of the game I've lost. I am nothing but a fool in this cruel story." She turned away from the mirror, but the laughter followed her, filling her ears. "Life isn't beautiful for everyone," she whispered. "It's for those whose fates are touched by angels. Mine... was touched by the dead." Alicia reached out, but Armine stepped back. The mirror's cruel truth echoed in her mind-she was never meant to be the princess, never meant to be his.

Burning Hearts by 1happy4rose

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒍 𝒀𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒗 ~She is the light, the luminary divine. Her presence brought solace to many. She is a like a radiant star. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒋 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒔~ in the realm of shadows, where secrets resides, there lurks a figure with Darkness as his guide. She is the light, in her presence darkness shall never persist. His soul is where Darkness takes it's toll. Her actions were like petals, unfurled with grace. His gaze Cold, holds depths of untold stories, yet to unfold. She dealt with care and danced with love, leaving footprints of kindness everywhere. He dealt with blood and weapons, a fate he embraced. Her presence, a beacon in the darkest night, guiding the lost souls towards hope. His presence whispers the tales of anguish, enveloping hearts with creeps. She is the light, her radiance does shine, illuminating the world with solace. He doesn't live in dark, for he is the DARKNESS. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "You will hurt me..." she breathed out looking aside, gulping the fear down. "I will hurt you in so many ways that you can't even imagine, but i bet you will love, even enjoy every second of it." his deep voice sent tingles down her core. Without caring about her shocked state, he moved his hands inside her thighs, held the waistband of her red panties. And in a second, he pulled them off her, letting it pool inbetween her legs. "For now, I'll let it pool between your ankles, when i am done with you..., i am taking that as a souvenir" he said, looking at her with intense eyes. Redness covered her features. Fear mixed with arousal was what she was feeling. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ⚠️ Contains Forced Proximity, Forced Marriage and Abusive Relationship ⚠️

A Thousand Life Times by aerusaerus

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Behind the mask

On the rooftop, her fancy dress that's now covered with her blood, her tired ice blue eyes met his gazes under his mask, his hazel eyes shines under the moonlight, she couldn't hold more the pain even though she's been through worse than this, but she lost a lot of blood and start getting dizzy and cold, she may be a disgrace to the assassins, but her rival is much stronger than she is. Suddenly Ivan pointed a gun towards her, and said with his deep voice "sit down" She was confused,(does he think that i'll give up cause of his threatening??) He stepped closer and said again but more sternly "sit down, Now, i won't repeat" She wasn't afraid so she didn't comply and took a defensive position, he pinched the bridge of his nose and close the gap between them, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, she resisted but he groaned "why are you so stubborn, you lost a lot of blood, now sit down, i won't bite unless you want to" he smirked, and pushed her down till she was sitting completely, she sighs and couldn't argue more cause she is already dizzy, he sat beside her "Rei... Are you okay?" She felt cold and heavy, even words couldn't come out of her mouth, she just leaned against him and passed out.