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Online Game: My Instant Kill Ability Is Too Overpowered!

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“A dagger in the dark is still stronger than a sword in the light.” - Don Jones In Realms Online, power defines everything. Warriors dominate the battlefield. Mages devastate enemies with spells. Archers strike from afar with flawless precision. And thieves? They are considered the most useless class in the game. Low strength. Fragile bodies. Forced to rely on stealth and tricks just to survive. Most players avoid the class entirely. But Don Jones had no choice. Due to a twist of fate, he was forced to choose the Thief Class - a decision that should have doomed his future in Realms Online. Yet the moment he entered the game, something was different. His thief… was not normal. While ordinary thieves possessed extreme agility and precision, Don Jones’ thief was the complete opposite. His strength was terrifyingly high. His speed rivaled assassins. And his combat style… Was brutally direct. A class everyone believed to be weak became a nightmare on the battlefield. Enemies were crushed before they could react. Boss monsters fell in seconds. Guild elites were slaughtered like beginners. The class everyone mocked… Became the most feared class in the entire game. And at the center of it all stood one name - Don Jones. The player who turned the most underrated class in Realms Online into a legend. “They say thieves fight from the shadows… But when I move - Even the shadows can’t keep up.” - Don Jones
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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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