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TEMPTED BY THE DEVIL'S TOUCH

I married a monster to save my sister. Now he won't let me go. I have forty-eight hours to find $750,000, or my sixteen-year-old sister becomes collateral damage for our father's gambling debts. I'm a pediatric nurse with $340 in my bank account and zero options—until a man in a tailored suit finds me at midnight and makes an offer that sounds completely insane: Marry his employer. Ask no questions. Obey without hesitation. In exchange? Every debt erased. My family protected. Forever. I sign the contract without reading it. I don't meet my husband until our wedding day. Killian Archer is the most beautiful—and terrifying—man I've ever seen. Ice-blue eyes that miss nothing. A presence that makes grown men step back. And everyone in this city either worships him or fears him. The ceremony takes eleven minutes. He slides a platinum ring onto my finger like a shackle and says three words that change everything: "You're mine now." I expect a wedding night. Instead, he shows me to a separate bedroom and gives me rules: Don't leave without security. Don't ask about his business. Don't test him. He keeps his distance—cold, controlled, untouchable. But I see the cracks. The way his hands clench when I walk past. The way he watches me like I'm something he wants to devour. The way he stands outside my bedroom door at 3am like he's fighting a war with himself. He says our marriage is just business. Everything about him screams obsession. Then I discover the truth: Killian didn't just pay my father's debts. He created them. Bought out the loan sharks. Orchestrated my desperation. Trapped me so completely that I had no choice but to come to him. Because six months ago, Killian Archer saw me in a coffee shop and decided I was his. He doesn't do love. Doesn't do relationships. Doesn't let anyone close. But he'll manipulate me, bind me, cage me—make me want to stay even if it destroys us both. When I confront him, he doesn't apologize. Doesn't even pretend to feel guilty. "I take what I want, Isla. And I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." I should run. I try to run. But Killian's enemies are circling, and the most dangerous man in the city is somehow the safest place I've ever been. Then his rival kidnaps me to get revenge—and I watch Killian become something worse than a monster to get me back. I should be horrified by the violence. The darkness. The blood on his hands. Instead, I realize I'm falling in love with this beautiful, broken, obsessive man who would burn the entire world down before letting me be hurt. Our contract says eighteen months. But Killian Archer doesn't know how to let go. And I'm starting to think I don't want him to.
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The curve between us

The Curve Between Us ​At Saint Jude’s Academy, the path to the podium is paved with blood, sweat, and high-quality ink. For Julian Thorne, life is a series of calculated variables and perfectly aligned margins. For Elara Vance, it’s a chaotic, brilliant hunt for the next big idea. They have spent four years as the school’s most legendary rivals, separated by a mere 0.01% in their GPA and a mutual, simmering disdain. ​But the final hurdle to the Valedictorian title isn't an exam—it’s each other. ​When the school’s "Founders’ Thesis" project uses a new algorithm to pair students based on "complementary intellectual friction," Julian and Elara are forced into a partnership that feels more like a prison sentence. Their mission? A massive research project that will determine their final ranking and their futures at the Ivy League. ​Between midnight sessions in the dusty archives and heated debates over socioeconomic theory, the two overachievers discover that the line between intellectual passion and romantic tension is thinner than a page of parchment. As their bickering turns into a rhythmic, high-stakes chemistry, they must face a terrifying realization: the only person who truly understands their drive is the person they’ve spent years trying to defeat. ​With the ranking deadline looming and their hearts finally overriding their logic, Julian and Elara have to decide if being Number One is worth losing the only person who truly sees them.
Dorcas_Morgan · 6k Views

Douluo 2: Tang Sect Legend – Spear of Wind

Wu Xuan transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, awakening a Wind Element Martial Soul and a mutated Soul-Breaking Spear with Spiritual attributes—two top-tier twin Martial Souls. However, the fatal flaw was that Wu Xuan transmigrated to the declining Po Clan ten thousand years later. In this era of dazzling Soul Tools, hidden weapons were like fireflies compared to the moon. After nearly a thousand years of suppression by the Tang Sect's main lineage, three of the four major single-attribute families had perished, and even the once-powerful Po Clan, possessing the top-tier Soul-Breaking Spear, was on the verge of disappearing from the annals of history. Was joining the Tang Sect ten thousand years ago the right or wrong decision? To prevent her child from following in her footsteps, Wu Xuan's mother resolutely left the Tang Sect. Thus, a new chapter began in the history of the Douluo Continent. An era of zero tolerance for evil had begun! Evil Soul Master: What's wrong with being an Evil Soul Master? Should we Evil Soul Masters all die? Wu Xuan: Nonsense! If you don't die, am I the one who dies? Once you're an Evil Soul Master, you'll be an Evil Soul Master for life!! You dare to suck people's blood today, you dare to eat people tomorrow!! I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen!! Today is your last day to breathe freely!! You can beg me, but I won't let you go!! Xiao Xiao: Wu Xuan, what does this book mean by humility? Wu Xuan: Humility............... (Read 50+ Advanced Chapters At Pat Reon [email protected]/FicToric)
FicToric · 1m Views
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My Best Friend is a Dense Protagonist, So I’m Taking Care of His Harem

(All Chapters are on an average of 2000 words with many being around 2500 words) In the world of Love Bloom Academy, Hoshino Takumi is the textbook Shonen Protagonist: loud, energetic, endlessly lucky, and painfully dense. He trips into compromising situations, earns the affection of the school's most beautiful girls, and then... does absolutely nothing about it. He treats them like "bros", oblivious to their blushes and their needs. Here comes Kamishiro Renji. On the first day of his second year at the prestigious Kosei Academy, Renji wakes up with the memories of his past life. He realizes two things: First, he is living inside a Galgame. Second, his role is the "Ultimate Wingman" — the rich, handsome, reliable best friend destined to clean up Takumi's messes and hand over even his own sisters to the idiot protagonist. Of course, Renji refused the script. Armed with the wealth of a professional model, the domestic skills of a god, and a secret Cheat Skill — [Empathy Insight] — that lets him see the "Frustration Levels" of the girls around him, Renji decides to outwardly support the protagonist as usual, while secretly supporting the heroines behind his back. When the childhood friend cries because Takumi forgot her new hairstyle, Renji is there to praise her. When the student council president is stressed because Takumi is a slacker, Renji is there to take control. When the class idol feels ignored, Renji is there to give her the attention she craves. In a society where polygamy is legal and "First Come, First Served" is the only rule that matters, Renji has a new mission: Be the Perfect Best Friend to Takumi by day, and the Perfect Lover to his harem by night. The dense hero won't even realize he's lost until the game is already over. Tags: Netori (MC Steal Girls), Wincest, School Life, Harem, Manipulative MC, Perverted MC, R-18 Elements, Slice of Life, Handsome MC, Secret Relationships.
RroY · 8.1k Views
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I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.
Aetherion_Vael · 2.2k Views