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Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 3.3m Views
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The Mafia's Blind Wife

WARNING: This story contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Discretion is advised. This book will contain 3 different stories that will bring you the hottest scene ever! 1st Story: The Mafia's Blind Wife (Tempory Blind FL x Mafia ML) 2nd Story: His Innocent Amazona (Amazona WARRIOR FL x Mafia Boss ML) 3rd Story: The Mafia's Nanny (Nanny FL x Mafia ML w/ DID or multiple personality) An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera’s life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman’s grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she’d never imagined living. Sera had never planned to fall for a man she’d never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love—and to bleed. Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together. Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers… but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate’s way of calling them back to settle what they began—in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told? Between lies, desire, and memories… will they choose each other still?
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HER TRIALS HIS TEMPTATION

The heavens do not bleed; they burn. When the King of the Skies lost his heart to the earth, his grief shattered the mortal realm. But he did not seek a replacement, he sought a vessel. With a roar of thunder, he reached down and pressed a silver brand into the skin of a newborn babe, a mark that would pulse with a fevered heat as she grew, a constant, aching reminder that her body was never truly her own. For years, she lived as a ghost, an untouchable prize for a God who had not yet come to collect. She was an outcast in a village that feared the storm in her blood, unaware that the mark on her waist was a bridge between her skin and his divine hunger. But the Sky is not the only power that watches her. While the King waited in the heights for his harvest of fire, another voice whispered secrets of bone and blood into her ear. While the world threw stones, she learned the language of the roots and the hidden, thrumming rhythm of her own desire. Now, the child of the storm has grown. She carries the emerald mercy of a healer in her palms and the violet wrath of a God in her veins. She has stepped out of the cage of her childhood and into a realm where her presence is a spark in a room full of powder. She was born to be a sacrifice. She was raised to be a bride. But as the silver mark on her skin begins to burn with a new, predatory intensity, she realizes the King doesn't just want her soul. He wants the woman she has become. The King is watching. His patience is fraying. And the lightning is coming.
Nicoletta_Dera · 5k Views