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Sold At Sea

This was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Serving as an executive waitress with one of the country’s most elite ushering agencies—assigned to attend a luxury cruise ship event meant for the powerful and the untouchable. Who would have known that luxury hides monsters? My name is Daisy Walker. During a high-profile event at sea, I was selected among a few waitresses chosen to serve the VVIP guests. I was excited—more than excited. High pay. Elite connections. A future I had only dreamed of. The event began flawlessly. Music echoed across the deck. Glasses clinked. Laughter floated through the night air, as though nothing in the world could ever go wrong. “Daisy Walker.” Our manager’s voice cut through the noise. I straightened my uniform and walked toward him, professional, composed—smiling. “Yes, Sir James.” His stoic expression warned me even before he spoke. No mistakes. Absolute perfection. “Deliver these drinks to the VVIP section,” he ordered, eyes sharp. “And remember—no mistakes.” I nodded curtly and pushed the cart filled with wine glasses and plated desserts, smoothing my dress as I headed toward the restricted deck. I wish someone had warned me. I wish I had listened. As I neared the VVIP door, the room beside it—wide open—caught my attention. My steps slowed. Then stopped. My feet rooted to the floor. Inside the room were young women… and girls—their faces pale, eyes filled with terror. Some were crying. Some were frozen. A man sat calmly on a chair. Dangerous tattoos coiled around his left arm as he marked something on a paper, expression cold and detached. He looked up suddenly, glaring at the other men in the room. They were arguing. I didn’t even see where the gun came from. A loud bang echoed. One of the men collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The women screamed. My hands flew to my mouth as I muffled my own cry. What the hell is this? What have I just witnessed? My fingers shook as I discreetly pulled out my phone—recording. I had to leave. I had to run. But it was already too late. The man’s devilish eyes landed on me. Without blinking, his lips curved into a slow, dark smirk. I turned to flee. Two large men appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arms and crushing me in place. “Let me go!” I screamed, hoping—praying—someone would hear me. “Damn it!” one of them barked. “She was recording us!” My phone was ripped from my hand. Shock flooded my face. Then— A burning slap struck my cheek. I screamed. And everything went black.
Ruomindset25 · 1.7k Views

Death at my door

Have you ever wondered what happens during death—or what lingers after it? I have. I saw it. I endured it. And it is a story I wish I could forget. Ann Jones lived an ordinary life, indistinguishable from millions of others, until the cruel hand of fate closed around her and shattered everything she knew. What followed was not a single death, but many—each one different, each one more horrific than the last. There are countless ways to die. Accidents, poison, drowning etc. Now imagine one person forced to experience all of them. Ann is trapped in a living hell no human should ever know. Every death strips away another piece of her sanity. Every rebirth drags her back into suffering she cannot escape. With each return, her hope erodes, replaced by a single desperate wish: for life to finally end. To Ann, she wonders what can end her suffering But when she is forced to relive the torment yet again, she begins to question the purpose behind her suffering. Why her? Why this endless cycle? And what unseen force stands at the door between life, death, and rebirth? “No… I don’t want rebirth,” Ann sobbed, clutching her head as her thoughts unraveled. “I just want it to be over. Once and for all. Why me? Why me?” As her sanity fractures, Ann must confront a terrifying truth: Rebirth is not a gift. It is the cruelest form of torture. Rebirth is good when you're able to change what pain you felt before but when rebirth increases the pain what's the point. And if she cannot change what happens at the door of death, she may never truly escape it. Genre: Thriller / MysteryTone: Dark, haunting, yet threaded with fragile hopeCore Themes: Survival, human experimentation, the meaning of death, the cost of rebirth
light_feathers · 2.5k Views

Banshee: The Silent Deputy

Ben wakes up in the wreckage of a brutal car crash, his body shattered and his memories a blur. He has transmigrated into the role of a deputy in Banshee, Pennsylvania—a town where the law is just another gang and the real Sheriff is an imposter. Unlike the others, Ben carries "The Wolf’s Heritage," a set of innate supernatural abilities that allow him to survive the town's extreme violence. Walking the razor's edge between his duty as a lawman and his instincts as a predator, Ben becomes the silent variable in the war between Lucas Hood and Kai Proctor. He isn't interested in justice so much as survival and protection, but in a town like Banshee, the only way to protect what’s yours is to be the most dangerous thing in the woods. The Wolf’s Arsenal: The Powers Violence Mastery: An intuitive, passive understanding of combat. Ben perceives violence as a language or melody, allowing him to track multiple opponents, recognize predictable rhythms in an attack, and turn chaotic brawls into a choreographed slaughter. Pain Conversion: A survival-based passive ability. Instead of being sidelined by injury, Ben’s system converts physical pain into adrenaline and combat focus. The more he is hurt, the faster and more precise he becomes—until the "crash" hits after the adrenaline wears off. Regeneration: A grounded but powerful healing factor. Ben can survive wounds that would kill normal men, such as shattered bones or internal bleeding, which knit back together in real-time. However, this requires massive caloric intake and doesn't grant true immortality—instant-kill damage is still fatal. Criminal Instinct & Heist Intuition: A mental toolkit that allows Ben to see the "angles" in any situation. Whether he’s looking at a high-security vault or a crime scene, he instinctively identifies the weakest points, escape routes, and opportunities for exploitation.
Wish_Fanfic · 5.4k Views

Heartbreaks and Chocolates

Lavender Coker believes in love the way some people believe in fate. Deeply. Recklessly. Completely. On an elite Nigerian campus where charm is currency and betrayal hides behind perfect smiles, Lavender falls hard and often. Each romance begins sweet, intoxicating, wrapped in promises and late-night confessions. And each one ends the same way: with lies, humiliation, and heartbreak. But Lavender is not the kind of girl who breaks quietly. As the boys who wrong her begin to vanish under tragic, explainable circumstances, rumors ripple through campus. Accidents. Poor decisions. Bad luck. The police investigate. Friends whisper. Strangers stare. Yet every case closes without answers, and Lavender Coker remains untouched, smiling softly, moving on. Behind her bright brown eyes and lavender-tipped curls is a mind that observes everything. She is dreamy, artistic, curious, and deeply flawed. She loves intensely, forgives foolishly, and when pushed too far, detaches with terrifying calm. As suspicion grows and a determined detective starts watching her closely, Lavender must navigate grief, isolation, and the dangerous comfort of being underestimated. Love returns in unexpected forms. So does guilt. So does temptation. Heartbreaks and Chocolates is a psychological campus thriller told through the voice of a girl who refuses to be a victim. It is a story about love, obsession, justice, and the thin line between heartbreak and consequence. Some girls cry. Some girls heal. Lavender survives.
Moonbeamsparkles · 420 Views

The Yandere Witches Want My Seeds to End the World

Join my server: https://discord.gg/aUKw3xKvMf *** Lucas Ford is a twenty-two years old fresh graduate working as a nurse in Alune Psychiatric Hospital. To the world, he is quiet and invisible. To his family, he is worse than nothing. Born from his father’s second marriage, Lucas is treated as a stain that should never have existed. He is bullied, humiliated, and worked like a servant in the very house that should have protected him. Every day, he is reminded that he has no rights, no dignity, and no place of his own. That changes when he meets Layla Sinclair. Layla offers him a way out. A way to escape his misery and take revenge by forming a soul bond and summoning the devil named Asmodei. With Asmodei’s power, Lucas can reclaim what was stolen from him; his house, his future, his worth as a human being. But power is never free. To obtain it, Lucas must sacrifice one hundred souls and complete a ritual so cruel it should not exist in any sane world. When the summoning succeeds, Lucas receives the words from Asmodei: [Thank you for your anger and desperation, Lucas. It tastes exquisite.] [I grant you the Grimoire of Wrath to give you power enough to satisfy your hunger for vengeance.] Lucas accepts without hesitation. He begins his revenge on everyone who belittled him, humiliated him, and treated him as less than human. He believes he is finally free. He is wrong. The Grimoire of Wrath does not exist to end grudges. It exists to start something far worse, an apocalypse. *** Tag: Smut, harem, dark, yandere, witch, netori, gore, horror, thriller, revenge, No NTR, No Yaoi, No Yuri.
GiganticBlackCat · 13.6k Views

What Still Burns Between Us

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."
Davina33 · 24.6k Views