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Alpha’s Wild Temptation

"Vincent… can you promise me something?" The words had slipped out of me in a whisper, thin and shaky like they were barely holding themselves together. He had nodded immediately, without a second of hesitation. "Anything." I swallowed, tasting blood and salt. "If something happens to me… promise me you'll find the love of your life. Your true mate. And that you'll love her the way you loved me." "I take my fucking words back." "Vincent…" I had tried again, but he cut me off. "No." His voice had cracked. "Don't you fucking dare ask me that. You think I had a choice in loving you? You think I could just walk away and hand my heart to someone else like it's replaceable?" His chest rose and fell hard. His eyes glistened, but the tears refused to fall. "Ella, my heart belonged to you the moment you breathed my name for the first time. It's yours. You fucking ruined it for anyone else." He leaned closer, gripping the rails of my hospital bed like he needed to anchor himself or he'd break apart. "You tied your soul to mine the second I marked you as mine. And if you think I'd ever let another woman touch what belongs to you, then you didn't know me at all." "Vincent…" My voice had trembled, but he kept going, breath shaking with every word. "But nothing." His jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. " I would've cut off my own damn hand before I ever wore a ring that made me someone else's husband instead of yours." He lowered his forehead to mine, his breath warm and trembling. "You are going to get better and you will get out of this bed and go home with me." His words felt like he was trying to assure both of us despite knowing that the chances of that happening were barely there but I found myself nodding at his words..._
Rityshah · 10.2k Views
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Naruto: Depraved!

He was nineteen. A Ukrainian farmer who knew nothing of war except the distant thunder of shells and the way his cows grew nervous when the wind carried smoke. One wrong afternoon, two soldiers dragged him from his field, called him terrorist, and proved they didn’t care about the truth. They took his fingers one joint at a time, cauterizing each stump so he wouldn’t die too soon. They carved smiles into his cheeks for amusement. They gouged out an eye just to hear the sound it made. They pulped his thighs with rifle butts, sawed the legs off below the knee, and laughed while the blood painted the floor. When boredom returned, they pumped liters of cold water beneath his skin with thick syringes until his body swelled purple and grotesque, veins bursting like overfilled rivers. Then they poured petrol down his throat and lit the match. He died screaming fire. And woke in the abyss. No light. No sound. No up or down. Only perfect, endless black, and a body that refused to stay broken. He tore himself apart for centuries (clawing out his own heart, biting through his tongue, smashing his skull against nothing) only to heal in the space between heartbeats. Time lost meaning. Eons passed while he begged for the death that had once been forced upon him and was now forever denied. He was alone. Utterly, perfectly alone. Until the abyss noticed the only creature that had ever made eternity flinch. It watched him suffer. It grew curious. Curiosity became pity. Pity became something deeper (something frighteningly close to love). One day the screaming stopped. The abyss wrapped the broken boy in silence gentle as snowfall, rocked him until the memories no longer bled, and whispered gifts no god had ever dared to give: Beauty that hurts to look upon. Strength that needs no weapon. Charisma that bends hearts like reeds. And a mind so calm even remembered fire feels distant. When the boy finally opened his golden eyes again, the abyss asked (softly, almost shyly) what he desired. Three wishes. He used them wisely. Now, in a new world of shinobi and war and fragile peace, a child named Rei grows beneath a wooden mask, hiding a face too beautiful for mortal eyes and a soul older than stars. He remembers every second of the torture. He remembers every eon of solitude. He remembers the moment the void itself fell in love with him. And somewhere, in the deepest dark between worlds, the abyss still watches its beloved, humming with quiet pride. *** What to expect from this Fanfiction? Explicit, Brutal Goreiphic things. If you have a small heart don't read this. I use A.I to fix my grammar, since English is not my first language but everything is Original nothing is written by A.I, I am the sole Author.
Alpha_Ace · 13.9k Views
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I Reincarnated… and Became the One Above All

When death becomes a doorway rather than an end, Raziel Ælnoûs awakens as an existence beyond definition—a being who designed his own rebirth. Untethered from noble bloodlines, gods, or fate itself, Raziel enters a world scarred by an ancient Great Cataclysm, where reality fractured, Outer Gates began to appear, and the mythical ABSOLUTE TOWER OF OUTER REALITIES descended upon existence. Guided by the GREAT SYSTEM, a system that does not bind but reveals, Raziel possesses absolute authority, infinite potential, and powers sealed only by his own will. While others struggle to climb the ladder of strength—from city-shattering warriors to low-multiversal elites—Raziel stands as something else entirely: an unknowable constant observing a fragile world. Accepted into the divine ACADEMY, a sanctuary of heavenly palaces and ancient technology, Raziel hides his true nature among first-year students, each gifted and powerful in their own right—yet infinitely beneath him. As Outer Gate trials loom and the Academy Test approaches, fate begins to bend around his presence. Monsters evolve. Laws tremble. And even gods feel unease. But Raziel does not seek domination. He seeks understanding. As the Tower watches, realities converge, and sealed truths begin to stir, one question echoes across existence: What happens when the one who stands above all finally decides to climb? This is not a story of growth. It is the story of inevitability.
Bd_Nd · 7.6k Views

Reborn as a Mechanist with a God-Tier System

‘Ah shit, is this… Earth?’ In the far future, humanity has collapsed beneath the weight of its own technology. Megacities rose, AIs became rulers, and biological evolution was rewritten through genetic design. The world changed. Instead of humans, there are Synths, Geneforms, and AI Constructs. And instead of meow meow and woof woof, there are Neon Beasts- beasts mutated by the corruption of ADE. Leon Ardent, an assistant temporal engineer for SpaceX woke up in this strange dystopian world with neon skylines and aurora-like storms. One question lingered. ‘Where… am I?’ DING! ~----~ [ChronoSystem Rebooting…] [You have received your first Mission: Survive the First Cycle] ~----~ Well, things do escalate fast. Just like that, Leon was thrown into a cyberpunk world with weird skies, weird ecosystem, a weirder system, and with fragmented memories of his past. Only one thing gave him hope, his expertise as an engineer. “If I can build, I can live”. … [Author’s NOTE: It’s October 31st in Shibuya, and history records it that this book starts today. All I can say is give it a try. I won’t make promises, just know that I’m giving this my all, and I’ll appreciate any form of support. Thanks.] *This book will be written in 3rd person POV. If you have any queries, you can comment at the bottom of each chapter. I’ll try my best to read comments every day, and reply to them if there are queries. *I’ll try my best to thoroughly proofread every chapter and avoid any mistakes, no matter how small, but if you see one don’t hesitate to point it out. *I’m not expecting them, but an author can hope. So, any super gift will supercharge me to write more, and I’ll give a 5 chapter mass release for any super gift in appreciation. Lastly, happy reading.
GREAT · 93.4k Views