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The Quiet F-Class BigShot

A ZepeNet holo-scanner hovered over her, humming faintly. Blue glyphs scanned her nervous system, her spine, her brain, her fingertips. "You may proceed forward into the test room" it's mechanical voice echoed. Her heart pounded. She braced herself. Jang Iseul entered the room, took off her shoes. The scanner blinked. Beeped. Now, she stood barefoot at the scanning area in Dominion Academy test room. The overhead lights pulsed in quiet rhythm, each cycle echoing a countdown she wasn't sure she could beat. The dom­i­na­tion protocol was merciless. Gift identification had to be public. Every blink, every scan, every register to the ZepeNet Core Archive—all recorded, all locked. The hall smelled of cold tiles and recycled air. No pods. No luxury. Just a half-lit device with blinking sensors and a mandatory softnet readout. The scanner intoned: "Please remain still. Initiating full‑spectrum Gift Resonance Scan." Lines of energy crept up her spine. Symbols flickered across her vision like ghost data. The machine made a quiet chirping sound and locked her ZepeNet profile. She was ranked now. The world would see it. Her friends would see it. Universities would ignore it. She stared at the results. Red text streaked across the display: SCANNER SYNC COMPLETE Gift Class: Star‑Class Potential Rank: (F‑Rank) Designation: Mutated Illusion creator Origin Code: Strange, Unknown Energy Bond: Red Locked ZepeNet Status: Manual Review Required Red‑Locked meant more than just blocked advancement—it meant social death. She stared at the result, not very shocked. A technician leaned forward and raised a brow. "Star‑Class? But still F‑Rank?! How rare! But you're permanent Red‑Locked?! Sorry, bad luck, kid," he was flabbergasted as he looked at her sympathetically. She already knew. The system refused to understand her Gift. It didn't just misclassify her—it locked her out. Because it had never seen any gift quite like her. Jang Iseul nodded without looking at him. He tried to sound kind and find the right words. "Well… better late than never. Happens sometimes. You might qualify for logistics or harvest support." She stood silently. Not because she was powerless, but because she knew what to do next. She walked out of the testing room and didn't look back. She didn't know what she had expected— She left the scanner room in silence. Other students whispered as she walked past: "She is still red?" "Forever F‑Rank much, huh? Wow. Even at eighteen." "She's done. No squads'll take her seriously now." She didn't respond. Didn't look back. Didn't try to explain. Because she'd seen what she could do in dreams. And she knew she was close. So damn close. She passed two seniors leaning against a vending drone. One of them, a girl with synthetic nails and neon hair, sneered without making eye contact. "Hey, Jang Iseul. Who are you pretending to be now, queen of the losers F‑Ranks?" Iseul didn't slow down. She didn't even turn her head. But the girl moved aside anyway. There was only one test left before she'd be defined—or discarded.
MarsBars_World · 25.6k Views

Cursed Alpha's Witch Luna

When her boyfriend invites her to his hometown for his parent’s anniversary, Lyra imagines a quiet trip, a weekend of polite introductions and good food. Instead an attack shatters the town's peaceful facade. Out of the shadows, another pack descends, and in an instant, the humans around her transform, shifting into wolves right before her eyes. What should have been impossible unfolds in the span of a heartbeat. The world Lyra thought she knew crumbles, and in its place stands a truth more terrifying and beautiful than anything she could have imagined. And then comes the most unsettling realization of all, only Lyra could have stumbled into this world. The town is invisible to normal humans. No one else can see it. Which means Lyra is not normal at all. Drawn deeper into the conflict between rival packs, Lyra begins to sense something stirring within herself. A power she cannot name. A history she does not yet understand. The town sees it even before she dares to believe it—the mark of someone who belongs to a different kind of bloodline, one just as ancient as the wolves’. But with her power still dormant, and her place between humans and wolves uncertain, Lyra must confront the question she’s avoided her entire life: who is she really, and what is she destined to become? -------- Alpha Cyrus is haunted by a curse as old as age itself. Long before he was born, his once-great pack, vast, prosperous, and united was broken apart. Wolves who could no longer bear the weight of the curse abandoned his ancestors, forming a rival pack that has grown into his greatest enemy. Where there was once strength, there is now division. Where there was once family, there is now war. He grew up in the shadow of that history. He saw the curse not only as tragedy but as weakness. Generations of wolves had been destroyed by the curse, brought to ruin when bonds were cut short, undone by grief when fate turned cruel. To him, the mate bond was nothing more than a poison disguised as love. He swore he would never allow it power over him, and he despised those who had lost themselves to it. Until Lyra Winters. The moment their paths cross, everything he thought he knew shatters. She is his mate. His. And with her comes a truth he never wanted to face. The bond is real, its pull undeniable. For the first time in his life, Cyrus understands the grief of those who came before him, because he can finally imagine what it would mean to lose her. But the curse that tore his ancestors apart is still alive, and the rival pack born from that division is rising stronger than ever. War is coming. Cyrus must fight not only to protect what remains of his people but also to shield Lyra from the fate that has destroyed every mate before her. For the first time in generations, he refuses to accept the ending written for his bloodline. For Lyra, he will fight the curse. For her, he will lead his pack against the wolves who once called his family their own. Because this time, he will not let history repeat itself. ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.
Meekasa · 7.6k Views

Fallen Angel (Liam collins)

Mature content (18+) ‎ ‎"How far would you go for love?"Cruel and twisted Liam Collins had 3 rules.1. Never mix business with pleasure. 2. Don't ever give second chances. 3. Never get emotional attached to someone.He has never been tempted to break these rules until he met her. ‎ ‎His new secretary, Isabella Thomas. ‎ ‎With her big glasses and doe eyes, she was the most innocent and pure woman he has ever met. he couldn't wait to taint her.To ruin, claim and bend her over his desk.She was supposed to be a prey for him to play around with until he found himself addicted to her. Like a drug, he craved an overdose.Now she was his secretary,His Angels good girl.A woman with dark secrets, Isabella Thomas didn't think running away from home with her little brother would change her life forever. Her boss was everything she should avoid.Fierce, ruthless, a promised pain and sexy as hell.When he proposition a devilish deal she agreed because life was too short not to live out your dark fantasies. ‎ ‎Temptation was the ultimate ruin of man and if she was going down she might as well pick her poison which was him.Now he was her Boss her Dominant her ultimate downfall.Theirs was a love story that questioned how far you would go for love---would you fall in love with a cursed monster?............... ‎ ‎Excerpt;"You got such a dirty imagination for an Angel." Liam grasped her chin in one hand and forced her to meet his gaze."Touch yourself Angel." Liam ordered, his breath tickling her ear."Let me see what you do when you are alone with your dirty fantasies."
Lily_Gold_8766 · 1k Views

Harry Potter: The Life Of An Agent

In an alternate universe where the familiar history of the wizarding world unfolded along darker and more fractured paths, nothing is as it should have been. Events that once defined destiny occurred differently. Figures believed long dead now live on, shaping new futures, while unheard voices rise to claim their place in history. At the center of this world stands a young man whose identity has been deliberately erased. Raised in secrecy and shaped into a weapon of loyalty, he serves as an Operative Crown Agent of the British Royal Family — a shadow asset tasked with enforcing the Crown’s will within the hidden magical world. Brilliant, disciplined, and dangerously young, he is sent into the very heart of British wizarding society: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Officially, his mission is infiltration — to observe, influence, and quietly secure the future of magical Britain under royal authority. Unofficially, he carries a deeper, more personal purpose. He is searching for the truth of who he is, for parents he does not remember, and for a past that was stolen from him long before he could understand its value. But Hogwarts is not merely a battlefield of politics and secrets. Within its walls, he finds something he was never meant to have: connection. Friendship. Love. A chance at belonging. As he grows closer to people who challenge everything he was taught, he begins to question the Crown he serves, the handlers who shaped him, and the pure-blood families who see him as either a tool or a threat. Author’s Note: English is not my first language, and I am still learning it. I am not yet at a level where I can write a long story with perfect grammar or sentence structure. Because of that, I use AI as a tool to help correct grammar, improve sentence flow, and make my writing readable. Every idea, scene, character, and plot point in this story was written by me first, in my own imperfect English, while I am actively learning the language. AI is used only to help refine what I have already created — not to invent the story for me. If the mere presence of AI assistance is something that bothers you, please consider this your warning. This note is offered out of courtesy and respect.
Mr_HL · 6.9k Views

Queen of Hearts: Turning Prison into my own Kingdom

Yes, i was framed, yes my mother hates me! yes,my life has been somewhat miserable! But do i hate it here? HECK TF NO! in here, i rule, in here i thrive... all men fall at my feet. Every little move i make is glorified...they literally worship me! and all i just have to offer them is my ever lovely beauty. This is my Harem and i am the one calling the shots!. ..... Zara is 20 and gets sent to Blackspire prison for a crime she didn’t do. Her own mom spits in her face and says she hates the day she was born. The prison is full of men—way more guys than girls. Women do all the hard work while the men act like they own the place. Zara doesn’t cry or break. She decides to take control. She uses her beauty like a weapon. She starts small: smiles, touches, whispers. Men begin to notice her fast. In just a few days, guys like Jax (the quiet helper), Rico (the cocky one), and even a guard named Hale start bringing her gifts—gum, an apple, water—just to get close to her. Then the real danger shows up. Three powerful men run everything: - Reaper (the scarred, scary one who breaks people) - Prince (the charming guy who lies with his smile) - Throne (the huge, silent giant who stares like he already owns you) They all watch Zara too. Reaper even comes close in the laundry room and talks to her for the first time. He warns her he doesn’t play games. She smiles and says she only plays to win. Zara is already collecting men like prizes. They fight over her attention. They get jealous. They want her more every day. She teases them, rewards them, but never gives everything away. She’s turning the prison upside down—one look, one touch, one gift at a time. Soon the small guys won’t be enough. The three kings will want her next. And Zara plans to make them beg for the chance to kneel. The Queen of Hearts is awake. The game is just getting started. And she’s playing to rule everything.
Joseph_PupA · 2.9k Views

Neighbour's Club

Read at your own risk. This story doesn’t just cross lines — it melts them. Desire, taboo, obsession, jealousy, and forbidden intimacy coil together into something you won’t be able to stop reading. One glance… one secret… one mistake — and everything begins to unravel. #R18 #TABOO #MILF #LESBIAN #LGBTQ+ #MATURE #LOVE #COUPLE #SUSPENSE #INCEST --- Emily had only leaned into her fridge for a cold drink when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A soft sway of bare skin. A ripple of brunette hair sliding over a shoulder. A shape she recognized instantly — the kind of silhouette you don’t forget. Patty. Her neighbor. Her weakness, though she’d never admit it. But this time, Patty wasn’t just being careless. She was being… bold. Patty lingered at her side door, peeking out like someone hiding a delicious sin. Then, with a slow exhale, she pushed the door wider — enough for Emily to see the gentle rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the blush of warm skin catching the afternoon light. And Patty didn’t stop there. She stepped outside completely, her body unhidden, her confidence trembling but unmistakable. The cool air touched skin it wasn’t supposed to touch, and her breath quickened as she clutched the garage opener to her chest. Her eyes darted around — scared of being seen… and maybe hoping she would be. The garage door rose just enough for her to slip under, her body brushing the edge, her breath shaky, her movements hurried but undeniably sensual. Emily stood frozen, pulse racing, unable to look away. In that single stolen moment, something shifted between them — something neither of them would ever be able to take back.
TokyoSan · 59.8k Views