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SCP Foundation: The Sickly Girl Who Controls S-Class Witches

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."
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ECHOES OF ME

Kelvin transfers to an all-girls school in search of his missing twin, believing the answers to his past might be hidden within the unfamiliar walls of the institution. But what begins as a personal search quickly turns into something far more disturbing—because the school is not just a place of learning. It is part of something larger, something watching, something waiting. At first, the signs are subtle. A record that shouldn’t exist. A familiar name attached to an unfamiliar face. A girl named Keira who reacts to Kelvin as if she knows him, even though they have never met. And then there is Aisha, a presence tied to memories Kelvin cannot fully access—moments that feel real but refuse to align with his understanding of himself. As Kelvin tries to make sense of these inconsistencies, reality begins to fracture in ways he cannot explain. His thoughts no longer feel singular. His emotions no longer feel unified. It is as if different parts of his identity are separating, each developing its own awareness. From this fragmentation emerge distinct versions of him. Kael, the logical structure of his mind, cold and precise, capable of seeing patterns others cannot. Keira, the emotional reflection tied to buried memories and unresolved truths, unstable yet deeply connected to something human within him. And Kelvin himself, the core consciousness trying desperately to hold everything together as the boundaries of self continue to weaken. Behind this growing instability is AZEL, an unseen system that observes, analyzes, and controls identity itself. AZEL does not see people as individuals, but as structures that must remain stable. In its logic, a human being must exist as one unified identity. Anything that deviates is considered an error to be corrected. Kelvin becomes one such anomaly. As AZEL begins forcing identity correction, Kelvin is pushed toward an impossible decision: to choose which version of himself is real enough to remain. But the more the system intervenes, the more the fragments resist. Kael refuses dissolution, Keira fights against emotional erasure, and Kelvin refuses to surrender his existence to a system that defines him without consent. What begins as internal conflict escalates into external distortion. Reality itself bends under system adjustments. Memories overlap. Conversations echo with unintended voices. The boundaries between identities blur, and what was once a single person becomes a complex, unstable network of selves fighting for survival. Alongside Kelvin are Laura and Nancy, two individuals who begin to understand that AZEL is not simply observing—it is learning. It adapts to resistance, refines its control, and responds to every act of defiance with deeper restructuring. As the system tightens its grip, Kelvin and his fractured identities begin to form an unlikely resistance. Not by choosing one self over another, but by attempting to exist together against the rules imposed on them. The fight is no longer just about identity—it becomes a struggle over what it means to be allowed to exist at all. But AZEL does not stop evolving. It begins to question not just the structure of Kelvin’s identity, but the very concept of singular existence. And in the center of it all remains one unanswered truth: If a person can be split into multiple conscious selves, which one is truly real? Or are they all just echoes of something that was never meant to remain whole? What if identity is not something you are… but something that is constantly being decided? And if a system has the power to decide it—can anyone truly call themselves one person at all?
DIAMONDLYRE16 · 36k Views

FERAL CLAIM: Bound To The Ruthless Alpha

Vessara was never meant to stand out. She’s quiet and always overlooked. She had spent her life learning to survive by staying quiet, by pleasing others, and by never asking for more than she’s given. Her world crumbled when she was sold like property to the cold, ruthless, terrifying, and most feared wolf in the realm. Alpha Vael’Runn of House of Vaeroth, the Alpha of the Nightwalker pack. A monster who has spent years burying every trace of humanity beneath power, violence, and control. Vael learned early that mercy is a weakness. Love is a liability. And nothing has ever been powerful enough to shake the monster he had become. But with the council desperately demanding an heir, he’s forced to play along with the cruel arrangement. The plan was simple: Accept the woman fit to be Luna. Give her a room in the packhouse. Never play a grateful groom. Children carrying his bloodline. And act only when necessary. Beyond that, she would get nothing from him. No affection. No commitment. No expectation of love. But as their worlds keep colliding, something about Vessara keeps unsettling him. Her fragile innocence refused to fade into the background of his world. And she awakens something he has buried long ago. When a Ruthless Alpha decides something belongs to him, how far will he go to keep it? Will Vessara become more than a possession? Perhaps a weakness Vael cannot afford? Will she remain silent and survive like she used to or risk everything to awaken the man beneath the monster? EXCERPT Vael closed the gap with calm, predatory grace. His free hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Her body reacted instantly, breath hitching and heart slamming against her ribs. A rush of wetness slicked her inner thighs. “Who did you think of when you touched yourself?” Vael murmured, rolling the glass in his hand. The ice clinked softly. She didn’t answer at first. Vael’s grip tightened, possessive. “Tell me, Vessara.” Her eyes snapped up. “You,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Only you.” His jaw tightened, eyes flooding with raw lust. He drained the glass in one swallow, the burn nothing compared to the fire in his veins. Setting it down, he looked at Vessara with pure possession. “I want to watch everything you did alone, thinking of me.” He muttered, his gaze traveling to her lips. “Show me how you fucked yourself to thoughts of my cock.” Her face flushed crimson. “You…you want to watch me have a solo orgasm?” He let out a dark chuckle. “Unless you don’t want me to.” She gulped, mind spinning with filthy images; His eyes on her spread pussy, watching her stretch and come undone. The hesitation melted into throbbing need. Her clit pulsed. Vael didn’t wait for her response. He stepped back. “Strip.” Vessara obeyed, fingers shaking as she peeled the silk nightdress over her head. It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. Vael groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest. His cock twitched hard in his trousers at the sight of her smooth skin, pink folds swollen and slick, and the curve of her ass begging to be gripped. “Get the toys. On the bed. Now.” BOOK ONE OF THE “FERAL BOND” SERIES. CONTENT WARNING: This is an Erotic Werewolf Book. It contains BDSM, GAY/LESBIAN SEX, triggers scenes of abuse, and a dark, obsessive, and possessive male lead.
Ink_Enchantress · 41k Views