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Even When My Coach Told Me to Quit, I Never Gave Up My Technique.

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"Even When My Coach Told Me to Quit, I Never Gave Up. My Unique 'Depth Charge' Pitching Technique" Six years of pain. Six years of failure. Six years to master a pitch that shouldn't exist. They said it was impossible. They said I'd destroy my arm. They said I should quit. But I didn't. This is the story of Nozomi Ritsuko , the girl who invented the Depth Charge, a pitch that combines submarine and forkball mechanics to create 37 inches of vertical drop. A pitch that starts like a rising fastball, then plummets like a stone. A pitch that took my wrist, my shoulder, my high school career, and nearly my dream of playing baseball. But in the top of the 9th inning of the State Championship, with a one-run lead and three outs to go, I proved them all wrong. This is my story. Thank you for always reading. The inspiration, characters, and worldview of this story are all my own creation. The core of the piece was spun with my own hands. The writing process was as follows: First, I wrote the manuscript in English and then used AI to proofread and revise the English grammar as an aid. And then I check and correct it myself before publishing it. This work is also available on the following platforms: ・Become a novelist ・pixiv ・Royal Road ・Kakuyomu For those who like stories that depict the emotional turmoil, the responsibility that comes with power, and the costs involved. If power always comes with responsibility and consequences, if you're drawn to such themes, I'm sure you'll enjoy this story too. I would appreciate your continued support from now on.
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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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