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Death's Heir

Barbare
Lazar wasn’t dealt a winning hand at birth, so he quickly learned to see luck for what it was : something to believe in, but never rely on. Even so, there was one debt he believed fate owed him : the chance to kill the man he refused to acknowledge as his father. It became his only purpose, an obsession for which he would gladly sacrifice whatever fragments of himself that man had not already destroyed. But instead of granting him that one modest request, the world seemed determined to stand in his way, and not in a subtle manner. Just as he began to close in on his goal, the Apocalypse, yes, the damn Apocalypse, fell upon the Earth. What impeccable timing ! Lazar had always known his path wouldn’t be an easy one, but now the obstacles between him and his target had not only multiplied but also taken on far more dangerous forms. Catastrophes beyond nature. Creatures that had once belonged to myth, religion, or even fiction, now roaming the Earth. And, as always when circumstances were already dire, the ability humans had to make things even worse. The future couldn’t have looked more promising. Fortunately, if anything about the situation could be called fortunate, the Apocalypse had brought more than monsters and destruction. It had also brought the power to fight back. *** What you can expect from this story : - No harem. - An original and complete system that doesn't become overly complex or bloated with hundreds of skills. - A pragmatic MC with a morally grey compass, who grows very strong without becoming boringly overpowered. - Characters that feel realistic, while still having a few eccentric traits, otherwise it would be dull.
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I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. He was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Updates come, but they're slow!***
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