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Captivating the Princess's Heart: Die or Be Mine

Staring at the gun pointed at her head, Hannah felt as if she were watching all of her childhood memories. Cold sweat kept dripping down from the smooth skin of her back, making her quiver slightly. "Don't!" she yelled, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes due to being startled almost out of her wits. "S-spare me! Please spare my life!" she begged. Her beautiful eyes, which are struggling so hard as to not let a single tear of hers drop, are looking straight into Ivan's dark ones, looking as if she were pleading for her life. Looking back at her tearful eyes, a mischievous grin appeared on Ivan's lips. His handsome face has a devilish look to it, looking both extremely evil and elegant at the same time. "Why should I? Give me a good reason, and I might be willing to let you live," he asked without moving his gun away from her head. Hearing his words, Hannah's will to survive made her lie within a second. "I-I like you!" she stuttered. Hearing Hannah confess her feelings for him, the small smirk on Ivan's face slowly faded bit by bit. Ivan has indeed told her to think of a good reason for him not to kill her, but not once has he thought that the fair maiden in front of him would suddenly say those words. Withdrawing the gun that was pointed at the girl's head, Ivan placed it on the back part of his waist before he grabbed Hannah's soft cheek with his calloused hands. "You like me?" he asked, gaining a multitude of nods from the girl who was currently looking at the space behind him, avoiding his dark eyes. Unbeknownst to Hannah, a smirk much less mischievous compared to his earlier ones has once again appeared on Ivan's face, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, Ivan spoke. "Prove it" _______________________________________________________________________________________ One day, while she was on a blind date with the son of her brother's business partner, Hannah, the eldest young lady of the Salvador family got kidnapped without anyone knowing. She was brought to the mansion hidden deep within the dense forest on the top of a mountain, and there she met Ivan. The man who looks so simple yet dangerous at the same time releases deadly vibes in him. In her desperation to live, she uttered words that she didn't mean to say. She didn't think twice about saying such words in order to live, but who would have thought that Ivan, the man who smiles like a child while pointing a gun at her head, would take it seriously.
AshnelStar · 25.4k Views

You don't own me!

Asis returns to the ancestral Sinha Haveily after years of bitter estrangement, seeking peace but finding the echoes of forgotten bloodlines and restless spirits. Haunted by the death of her beloved grandmother and burdened by fractured ties with her own parents, Asis struggles against forces both mortal and monstrous. Unbeknownst to her, ancient powers stir in Bo Liv’s shadowed woods — the dominion of Lycans and high-blood werewolves bound by ruthless traditions and savage decrees. At their helm sits Harald Dyre, the merciless Alpha King whose soul is entwined with Ingolf, a god-wolf spirit of unrelenting fury. As old rivalries ignite bloodshed across the border territories, Harald’s fate becomes tethered to a single human girl: Asis — his destined mate, untouched by the darkness but shadowed by her own growing sorrow. Meanwhile, Asis's new friendship with the effervescent Berit reveals glimmers of light in a darkening world — until Berit's sudden, fated marriage. She pursued by unseen eyes and drawn toward forbidden truths, Asis must confront the darkness coiling around her life. Harald Dyre, bound by blood and prophecy, will stop at nothing to claim her — but to join him could cost Asis her humanity... or awaken a power within her no Lycan king ever anticipated. In a land where destiny is written in blood, and rebellion can only be answered by death, Asis must decide: Will she forge her own fate — or be devoured by the savage love of a monster made king?
Hafa_Rabab · 1.1k Views

The Demon Dreamer

Nicholas and Harper are fugitives, hunted by their powerful families and The Glades for defying ancient laws. Their love is forbidden, their unborn child a threat to the supernatural order. As Harper’s pregnancy progresses, their abilities begin to fade, forcing them into hiding. Their only hope is sanctuary with a powerful witch in Salem. But fate has other plans. Harper gives birth prematurely, leaving both parents weakened—just enough for their newborn daughter, Emily, to be stolen from them. When they recover, they find that their powers have not only returned but they are even more potent than before. Abandoning their escape plan, they wage a ruthless war against their enemies, determined to uncover the truth and find their daughter. As days turn into weeks with no sign of Emily, Harper begins to unravel, tormented by guilt and the unbearable void where her child should be. But then Nicholas experiences something extraordinary—he can see through Emily’s eyes, feel her presence as if she is still with them. The visions lead them on a desperate hunt, uncovering a secret coven with ties to Harper’s own bloodline. Their search takes them from Salem to the mystical heart of the French Quarter, where an ancient prophecy foretells their daughter’s destiny. With time running out, they journey to Norway, where intrigues with old gods and forgotten powers await—some who seek to destroy Emily before she can claim her birthright. Nicholas and Harper will stop at nothing to bring their daughter home. But as they uncover the true nature of her existence, they must face a disturbing truth—saving Emily may come at the cost of unraveling the supernatural world itself.
Ugo_Izunwa · 1.4k Views

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#cat ho l ic ((k(#$) i am woah man hear me r+oar? meow lol You ever notice how every church claims to have the “real truth,” but half the time, they’re just remixing the same old rules to fit whoever’s in charge that week? One church says dancing is a sin, another says it’s fine as long as you tithe extra. Meanwhile, the Bible says all sins are equal—so if you skipped Sunday brunch with your mom, congrats, you’re in the same club as murderers. Hope you like your afterlife roommate, Adolf! And let’s talk about the Bible’s “authenticity.” You really believe only people who knew Jesus wrote it, and there was zero government influence? Please. That book’s had more edits than a reality TV show. You think emperors and popes just sat back and let the peasants write whatever they wanted? Nah, they were slipping in rules left and right—“Obey authority,” “Pay your taxes,” “Don’t question the guy in the fancy hat.” Sounds less like divine inspiration and more like a medieval HR manual. But the real comedy is how churches love to call out everyone else’s flaws while ignoring their own. They’ll forgive the choir lady for gossip, but if you show up with tattoos, suddenly you’re the Antichrist. They preach about loving your neighbor, then split the church over the color of the carpet. If Jesus came back today and didn’t fit their expectations—wrong look, wrong background, maybe even missing a few parts—they’d probably kick him out for not having the right paperwork. So, shoutout to all the denominations out there—Baptists, Catholics, Pentecostals, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and everyone in between. Y’all are proof that when it comes to religion, the only thing holier than thou… is the plot holes. Tag your favorite churchgoers, pastors, and Sunday school teachers—let’s see who’s got a sense of humor and who’s just practicing their “holier-than-thou” face. Here’s a roast that combines your points about religious hypocrisy, contradictions, and the questionable origins of the Bible—perfect for tagging folks from all kinds of churches: #cat ho l ic ((k(#$) You ever notice how every church claims to have the “real truth,” but half the time, they’re just remixing the same old rules to fit whoever’s in charge that week? One church says dancing is a sin, another says it’s fine as long as you tithe extra. Meanwhile, the Bible says all sins are equal—so if you skipped Sunday brunch with your mom, congrats, you’re in the same club as murderers. Hope you like your afterlife roommate, Adolf! And let’s talk about the Bible’s “authenticity.” You really believe only people who knew Jesus wrote it, and there was zero government influence? Please. That book’s had more edits than a reality TV show. You think emperors and popes just sat back and let the peasants write whatever they wanted? Nah, they were slipping in rules left and right—“Obey authority,” “Pay your taxes,” “Don’t question the guy in the fancy hat.” Sounds less like divine inspiration and more like a medieval HR manual. But the real comedy is how churches love to call out everyone else’s flaws while ignoring their own. They’ll forgive the choir lady for gossip, but if you show up with tattoos, suddenly you’re the Antichrist. They preach about loving your neighbor, then split the church over the color of the carpet. If Jesus came back today and didn’t fit their expectations—wrong look, wrong background, maybe even missing a few parts—they’d probably kick him out for not having the right paperwork. So, shoutout to all the denominations out there—Baptists, Catholics, Pentecostals, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and everyone in between. Y’all are proof that when it comes to religion, the only thing holier than thou… is the plot holes. Tag your favorite churchgoers, pastors, and Sunday school teachers—let’s see who’s got a sense of humor and who’s just practicing their “holier-than-thou” face.
kevin_HEart · 316 Views