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FATAL ADDICTION.

Ariana Ivanova was never meant to change the fate of kingdoms—but from the moment she was born with striking red hair and piercing blue eyes, whispers of prophecy followed her like a shadow. Across the borders, Alexander Dracoval, the feared and obsessive Dragon King, is carving his way through kingdoms without mercy. Cold, ruthless, and undefeated, nothing has ever shaken his control—until he sees her. What begins as war quickly becomes something far more dangerous. When Alexander conquers Ivanova, he offers mercy for one thing alone: Ariana’s hand in marriage. But Ariana’s heart already belongs to another—or so she believes. Forced into a union with the very man who destroyed her home, she enters a world of power, fire, and dominance with nothing but resentment in her heart. She hates him. She fears him. And yet, she cannot escape the pull between them. Alexander, on the other hand, is relentless. Drawn to Ariana in a way he cannot explain, his desire for her borders on obsession. He will claim her, protect her, and keep her—no matter the cost. As their lives become dangerously intertwined, Ariana and Alexander must navigate a fragile bond built on anger, control, and undeniable attraction—while uncovering truths about themselves that could alter the course of empires. Because some connections are not chosen. They are destined. And destiny… does not ask for permission. When his army crushes Ivanova, Ariana prepares to watch her kingdom burn. Instead, Alexander makes a shocking declaration. "I will spare this kingdom… if Princess Ariana becomes my Queen." The royal bloodline of Draco are not merely kings. They are dragons. And the moment Alexander saw Ariana,the dragon inside him awakened. Now obsession burns in his veins, fate binds their souls, and a war between love, hatred, and destiny begins. Because in Draco Kingdom… A dragon does not choose his queen. He claims her.
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Daniel Voss, an ordinary individual thrust into the anomalous expanse of the Backrooms, awakens in Level 0 equipped only with a newly integrated Survival System. Facing relentless environmental hazards, deteriorating mental stability, and unpredictable entities, he begins a methodical process of adaptation and growth. Through disciplined observation, strategic resource management, and incremental mastery of the system’s mechanics, Daniel transforms initial vulnerability into steadily increasing capability. Each level presents distinct challenges—environmental extremes, shifting geometry, darkness, pursuit, sensory overload, and deceptive endpoints—that he confronts with escalating competence. Over an extended period, repeated encounters, carefully chosen upgrades, and hard-earned milestones compound his advantages. Passive resistances, active abilities, and fundamental alterations to how he interacts with the Backrooms’ rules accumulate, shifting the dynamic from mere survival to dominance. The narrative follows his measured progression across multiple levels, culminating in a decisive assertion of control over the anomalous structure itself. By the conclusion, Daniel achieves an irreversible position of absolute authority within the Backrooms, rendering him effectively unbeatable and granting him permanent sovereignty over its domain. The story emphasizes persistence, analytical thinking, and the systematic exploitation of available systems to overcome an environment designed to be inescapable. A software engineer awakens in the Backrooms with a Survival System and rises as the Pantheon’s Conductor, only to discover that the greatest threats are not the entities — but the gods who created the systems and the man who nearly destroyed reality itsel
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The Bully's Obsession with a Gamer Girl

*Title Change Coming Soon* Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. He was a boy raised by wealth and power. He became a man of danger and obsession. Her fire, her spite, her strength, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by need and desperation. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. *** ~Phoebe "Get away." I growled. The closer the kidnappers moved, the angrier I got. I yanked on my ties. He grabbed my face pinching my cheeks hard and went to lean in for a kiss, but I jerked my head away quick, he wasn't prepared, his grip slipped, giving me the opening so, I slammed my forehead into his, hard. "Ow, fuck, you cunt." he punched me twice, the first hitting me in the eye and the second was across the cheek. My face ached. But I won't break. "Hand me my knife." The man said. He began slicing up my hoodie. I screamed. The cold air of the room crept up my exposed skin. "You're fucking tits are nice." He licked his lips and just as his hand reached for my breast, a loud bang echoed through the room. "Fuck what was that? Jung, go check it out." The man ordered his friend. I screamed again. Loud and angry, I needed whoever was up there to hear me. I let all the rage out in one loud roar. The man slapped me and then back handed me across the face. I felt dizzy after the last one. The world spun a little more, and nausea swirled in the pit of my belly. The door is busted open and in walks a group of men and that's when I spot him. Kim Taeyung. He was standing in the doorway. I was so happy to see him and then realization struck. He could see me. My body exposed to him. I was in a daze. I couldn't hear what was being said. But he was standing there. He looked mad. So mad. I've never seen anyone look that enraged. All of a sudden, a fight broke out, bats and pipes went flying. Blood splashed all of the place, like the room was getting a new paint job. My eyes kept moving around the room at everything going on that I didn't notice Taeyung was now standing by my side and cutting off my restraints. The man who took me charged at him. Fear ran up my spine, and I tried to untie my rope, but the rope kept moving and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. What was going on with me? It was like I couldn't control my own body; everything was off. I lost consciousness for a moment. *** ~Taeyung~ Phoebe was on a bed; she had rope tied around her wrists and ankles and tied to the bed posts. Her hoodie had been cut to shreds. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and bloodied and bruised. Yet she didn’t look broken. She looked like an animal ready to snap and devour a man whole. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” a man yelled. “Was this your brilliant idea?” I asked him. My eyes narrow, my face burning with rage. A murderous intent was pooling off me. I wanted to fucking put a bullet between his eyes right now. “So, what if it was, what are you going to do?” He snapped back at me. I looked at his men there was about five of them in the room, I’m assuming they were the known associates listed in Mr. Jin’s text to me. I looked to the men with me and nodded. They spread out from behind me and moved through the room holding their weapons. Taunting them. “Your buddies won’t be leaving this room alive, and you, I’ll be seeing you later.” The minute I took a step forward my men jumped. Blood splattering everywhere. “I’m going to leave my woman now.” “The fuck, you think you can just walk in here and take what you want?” Jeong Youngjoon charged at me with a knife. But I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. His bone snapped and shattered. “That was stupid.” “Fuck you, I’m not scared of you.” He spit at me. I laughed loudly. “You will be...” ***The male lead has a lot of growth to make but he does grow and she didn’t fix him, he fixes himself!***
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