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Akira is forced into marriage with Sergei Volkov, a brutal Russian mafia boss, because of her father's dealings. She endures constant abuse, insolation, and humiliation. Pregnant, she clings to the unborn child as her only hope, her one reason to survive. One night, Sergei-drunk and paranoid-beats her mercilessly, leading to a miscarriage. After the miscarriage, Akira's world collapses. Her grief curdles into obsession Sergei himself.

In a world where power is everything, a silent, broken omega-the rarest dual wolf in centuries-catches the attention of four elite alphas, none of whom realize that the boy they're drawn to is far more dangerous, intelligent, and damaged than any of them could imagine.

A place... which she felt very warm. It's the place where she had dug all her past memories in. A,place which she thought will be gone from her life once and for all she forgets..about it but, universe was having a different plan and destiny for her That past which once had destroyed her life Back then.... was crawling and coming back again into her life slowly but dangerously. That past which had already destroyed someone is coming back again to that same person to again destroy her fully little by little but plan by plan... That past.. is coming back without any warning ⚠️ without anyone noticing but.. It is determined to destroy someone's special life "Is this that place which is holding one of my precious as well as dangerous memories"she said almost like whispering to someone else she knows from a long time ⌛️.....

In the realm of Myca, where shadows whisper secrets and the echoes of history haunt every corner, Sol, the Mycan Taxman, finds himself thrust into a perilous journey. Tasked with the mundane duty of tax collection, Sol stumbles upon a labyrinth of dark truths that threaten to shatter the country's tentative tranquility after the end of the Great War. As he grapples with his newfound knowledge, he faces a daunting choice: to expose the secrets to the powers that be, risking his own safety at the hands of the sinister Cult of Lilith, or to remain silent and watch as darkness consumes his homeland. In a tale of intrigue and deception, Sol must navigate treacherous waters where allegiances shift like the sands of time, and the fate of Myca hangs in the balance.

Don't forget to follow me first and vote while you read. Thank you, and adore you. Diego Ishaan hidup sebagai dua jiwa dalam satu tubuh. Satu entitinya yang lembut, protektif, dan terikat secara misteri kepada seorang gadis bernama Zora Eliora. Satu lagi entitinya merupakan entiti yang gelap, yang tidak pernah belajar membezakan antara cinta dan pemilikan. Seumur hidupnya, Diego tidak tahu kenapa dirinya sentiasa rasa 'kosong', seolah-olah bahagian penting di dalam dirinya itu hilang. Sehinggalah pada hari Zora muncul di bilik hospital, dan kedua-dua entiti itu tersedar serentak. Keadaan Diego tiba-tiba berubah. Dari hampir nazak, kepada bangkit semula dengan kekuatan yang tidak sepatutnya dimiliki oleh manusia biasa. Semua doktor panik. Zayn, sahabatnya merasa takut. Han, abang kepada Zora, mencuba untuk menarik Zora jauh dari Diego. Tetapi, di tengah kekacauan itu, suara Diego atau mungkin entiti lain yang menguasainya, Lucien, bergema dengan nada yang membuat semua orang terdiam. "Please don't leave me. You're Mine." -Diego Ishaan- Zora bukan penyebab kekacauan itu. Tetapi, dia adalah punca sesuatu dalam diri Diego terbangun. Satu entiti melihat Zora sebagai cahaya. Satu lagi melihatnya sebagai milik yang tidak boleh dilepaskan. Dan Diego terperangkap di tengah-tengah cinta yang tidak pernah sempat dia belajar. Dan obsesi yang semakin menggila setiap kali Zora menjauh. Dalam perjuangan antara dua sisi jiwanya, Diego akhirnya sedar. Dia bukan hanya sedang mempertahankan nyawa. Tetapi, dia sedang mempertahankan warasnya. Extra Content⚠️: · Maaf jika ada persamaan, ini cuma kebetulan · Mohon maaf, kisah ini mengandungi pembunuhan, darah, trauma · Maaf jika ada kesalahan · Maaf jika cerita ini tidak sesuai dengan anda Start: 29 August 2025 End:

"Look, I've been where you are. You can run, but it doesn't go away. Sooner or later, it catches up to you, and when it does, it's too late. So you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever."

Cleopatra's roots date all the way back to Ancient Greece. There was a woman. Strong. Smart. Beautiful. Observed by the gods. Sadly, her legacy was lost in the bloodline of Heracles. As one of the only women to fight in the Trojan War, the princess and her lover continued to face every adversity, defying death itself. Hail, Princess Pteryx of Rhodes, Archer of Ithaca. The Iliad. Then the Odessey. Welcome to the Pterygas

Every crown is a curse, and every heir is a sacrifice, When peace lies in bloody nights what will happen when the her ice cold heart melts in this warm embrace? She was not the woman she appeared to be. Behind those sharp eyes and cold composure was a soul shattered by betrayal and heartbreak. Once, she had known laughter, softness, and trust-but those days were long buried beneath layers of pain and rage. The scars of her past had carved away the girl she used to be, leaving behind a woman with a heart frozen in ice. Trust was a luxury she could no longer afford, and love? Love had become a cruel illusion she no longer believed in. All that remained was a single, burning desire-revenge. It was her fuel, her purpose, and the reason she rose each day with fire in her veins and steel in her gaze. She had become a devil in the eyes of many, but they didn't know the story behind the flames. And then, he came. A man unlike any she had ever known-warm where she was cold, gentle where she was fierce. He saw the thorns and bled willingly just to hold the rose. He didn't flinch at her anger or retreat from her silence. Instead, he embraced her darkness like it was a part of him. To him, she wasn't broken-she was beautiful in ways the world failed to understand. He loved her not despite her demons, but because of them. For the first time in years, she felt the warmth of something unfamiliar-hope. He would give up everything for her: his name, his pride, even his morals. Not because he was weak, but because his love for her was that strong. He didn't want to fix her-he only wanted to hold her, to show her that she didn't have to fight alone.

Was this truly the last RESET? Sans wondered. But he knew only Frisk would tell, only this young girl would decide his future. He hated the thought of it at first, but hatred began to grow numb after he figured out he had no say in his own future. He had to admit though, Frisk was pretty reasonable, it was Chara who was the maniac. But she was gone now, so what was the anticipating, eerie, feeling that he had in his bones? The feeling that something wasn't right, of course, this timeline was already incredibly strange. The feeling sat in his in the pit of his stomach, tying itself into knots, until that fateful rainy day when all of his questions would be answered. So basically, this is a fanfiction of a fancomic of the game Undertale. Look, I'm gonna admit, I'm little stuck in the Undertale fandom, so this is my of slowly crawling out of it. Anywho, I strongly suggest you read the fancomic which this fanfiction is based off of, DeeperDown, before reading my story. Here, I'll give you a link. http://gettingdeeperdownwithundertale.blogspot.com/ Anyway, enjoy the story, it took me about 11 months to write, so please consider enjoying it, seriously. - Ya Boi, Fox

The title defines it. Do not read if you are sensitive to disturbing imagery.

Basically all my creations you are welcome to use and possibly fix if it's a failed one

Having just turned 18, Melanie Winters is of age to attend the Royal Mating Ball at the Alpha Kings castle. Melanie was in no rush to find her mate, she loved her independence and wasn't ready to give that up, but as her mother once told her, one whiff of your mates scent and she'll change her mind. Alpha Greyson Black of the Royal Family is 27 and still hasn't found his mate. While he longs for her day and night, he has chosen to relieve his frustration in.....other ways..... that don't involve clothes.....or his mate. This was his final Mating Ball before he gave up and would make another she wolf his luna, but all those thoughts flew out of the window when he caught scent of her. She's warm and loving. He's icy cold. Opposites are supposed to attract. -------------------------------------------------- "Just reject me already." I whimpered, trying to squirm out of his tight grasp. "Never, mi amore." he grumbled. "Then let me save us the trouble. I, Melanie Winters, rej-" I was cut off by his hand smothering my mouth. "Don't you even think about finishing that sentence, or I won't hesitate to show you who you belong to." he growled, sending shivers down my spine, and not ones of fear.

An unexpected romance blooms between two business rivals.

The first few r from 2020! I can't stress that enough. I'm rlly rlly tempted to rewrite them but idk

" Avez-vous déjà pensé à la non-existence ? Ma vie n'a plus aucun sens... j'en suis convaincue depuis mon réveil à l'hôpital, depuis que l'on m'a annoncé ce qui lui était arrivé. Je ne pense qu'à ça depuis que je sais que je ne reverrai jamais son visage. Je suis dans les bois, au grand arbre. C'était l'endroit que nous préférions. J'aimais y aller avec lui. C'est là qu'il s'est confié à moi, qu'il a posé ses lèvres sur les miennes, que nous avons partagé tant de moments, que ce soit dans la joie ou dans la peine. 'Pour le meilleur et pour le pire' comme vous, vous qui vivez et qui trouvez un sens à votre vie, vous dites si bien lorsque vous vous unissez autour de cet amour criminel et meurtrier. J'ai envie de le rejoindre, et ce couteau posé à côté de moi ne peut que m'aider à atteindre mon but. Je veux sortir de la non-existence pour rester dans les mémoires, pour partir de la surface de la Terre, pour enfin le rejoindre. Mais avant ça, je veux refaire le point sur ma vie. Expliquer des choses que je n'ai jamais confiées, même pas à lui. Raconter, dans les moindres détails et dans ce carnet si beau qu'il m'a donné, mes souvenirs passés. Ceux d'une vie qui ne mérite pas d'avoir été vécue." C'est mon premier écrit, alors soyez indulgents. Je ne vous conseille pas de lire cette histoire si vous avez moins de 15 ans.

Sun Wukong is locked up in his Shame Temple, repeating past scenarios.

Poop Chef wok Chinese food AAAGGHGGHGG

Until a horrible incident happened to you in a young age your life has turned into a dark place where you don't let anyone in...until she meets a boy...who was an orphan...

cute, but sad stories😋