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80's Queen of the West Coast: Started From the Bottom, Now We're Here

[R-18] [Explicit Adult Content] [Super Genius FMC] [Setting 1980s] Serafina Francinetti was meant to inherit an empire of steel, blood, and loyalty. Then greed tore Germany’s Steel Empire apart, and the Francinetti Familia was butchered in a single night. Gunfire turned their stronghold into a slaughterhouse. Serafina fought until her magazines ran dry. She watched her father, Don Lorenzo Francinetti III, fall grinning like a man who refused to fear death. She bled out beside him with nine bullets in her gut and lungs. She should have died there. Instead, Serafina wakes beneath the ruins in the hands of a stranger, an infamous man who can hand her everything she needs for revenge. Names. Routes. Weapons. Access to the traitors who signed her family’s death warrant. His offer comes with a price, not her freedom, but her future. To hunt monsters, she must step into their world. As Serafina rebuilds herself into something sharper than grief, she finds the one complication she never planned for. The man who saved her is not just a key to vengeance. He is a threat to her control, a temptation to her ambition, and the only person ruthless enough to stand beside her when the city turns into a warzone. In a world that only respects power, Serafina must choose. Become someone’s weapon, or become the woman who rules the aftermath. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The Dumb Orc C Learns To Pray

Orc C, a slow-witted and disposable soldier in a brutal clan that measures worth only by violence. During a failed raid, he is separated from his warband and wanders into the ruins of a human monastery. There, he encounters a faded mural of a kneeling monk instructing others in prayer. Orc C cannot grasp the meaning of the image, but he memorizes it. Instead of returning fully to his warband, Orc C carries the image of the kneeling monk in his mind like a wound that will not close. The gesture makes no sense to him, yet it unsettles him. Before the next raid can begin, he slips away from the clan’s encampment under cover of darkness. He does not know where he is going, only that remaining among warriors who measure life by bloodshed now feels intolerable. He abandons his weapons except for a simple wooden staff, too blunt to kill easily, yet enough to keep him from being defenseless and begins to wander, repeating the strange posture of prayer whenever fear or hunger overtakes him. His solitary journey leads him across lands scarred by war and abandoned by their people. He imitates the ritual without understanding its words or purpose, and it changes nothing about his strength or intellect, but it alters his behavior. He hesitates before violence, avoids killing when he can, and feels a dull, persistent ache he cannot name. As he travels, Orc C struggles to make sense of this new feeling within himself, groping toward ideas of faith, guilt, and choice without language to contain them.
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