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Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 131.6k Views

Earth’s SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World

[40,000 Words Before Lock-In]+ [R-18]+[No NTR]+[Smut]+[Legal Teens]+[Single MILFs]+[Feisty GILFs]+[Dangerously Funny]+[NSFW Gallery] Renowned worldwide as Everyman, Joji Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his dirty reputation. Thirty years later, Joji is seventy seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power instead, directing the scenes himself and still going strong. On the side, he even earned a proper medical license and became a real doctor. Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that almost snapped wrong. The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished. His stomach grumbled after being in such a gloomy environment. A hotdog for a dollar across the road. Not too bad of a deal. After almost getting hit by a rearing armored truck, he got his change from a fan. Fucking finally you thought? Wrong. A runaway truck hurtles toward him. Joji breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin. Then something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby. "Mother fu..." ... Joji gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache. Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes. {Welcome, good Sir Joji of Sins.} Link to NSWF HD photos: https://www.reddit.com/r/Porn2CombatGod/
RedEast · 62.1k Views

Love Behind the Iron Gate

[Warning: Mature Smut Content!] Some love stories are born in the darkest places. Marco never imagined his life would take that turn. One night at a bar with friends. A random drug test. A family that worried too much. And just like that, he was sent to San Miguel Rehabilitation Center in Cavite — a place rumored to hold only two things: people trying to forget their past… and secrets no one wants to talk about. Marco isn’t an addict. At least, that’s what he has always believed. But youth rarely needs a good reason to push someone into places they never thought they would end up. Inside the place he once imagined as a “living hell,” Marco discovers a strange and complicated world: local gangsters who command quiet respect, half-true stories whispered in the corners of the yard, and endless days drifting between laughter, cigarettes, and restless dreams. And then… two people enter his life. One man. And one girl. The girl is unlike anyone Marco has ever met before. Rebellious. Beautiful. Unpredictable. And carrying a past that may be even more dangerous than drugs. In a place where everyone expects only despair, Marco begins to realize something strange: Some love stories are born in the darkest places. Some desires grow stronger the more they are forbidden. But love inside a rehabilitation center has never been simple. Here, every glance can become a rumor. Every touch can become trouble. And every long night can make people forget how far they have already crossed the line. Marco entered the center expecting to stay a few months. What he doesn’t know is that those few months will change the rest of his life. Because sometimes… the place you most want to forget becomes the place you remember forever. ================ This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real nations, organizations, or events is purely coincidental.
MinhAn · 1.9k Views

HUNTED BY VOID AND SAINTS

[The war between light and shadow is over. Shadow won.] A queen who never sleeps hunts her daughter. A cannibal who carries her child's strength inside her, atoning for sins not hers alone to bear. A devil offers a kingdom to a girl who has nothing, and asks nothing in return. From the moment Rya was born, the Void has been staring at her. Patiently waiting for the right moment. They want her dead, but they never moved. Why? Because her mother is Nyxelene, the only woman strong enough to rule one of the three great kingdoms in a world owned by men. The rumours about what Nyxelene could do were already enough to make most monsters choke on their ambitions. But that’s not the real reason the Void only watches. A child has two parents. Half of Rya’s blood belongs to a name that makes even the things without mouths shut up and crawl back into the dark. For that same reason, the light had its gaze on her too, but neither side dares make any moves. However, nothing stays safe forever. Now Nyxelene herself is hunting the daughter she never wanted, and only she knows why. A princess who can’t ride a horse, can’t swing a sword, is suddenly the most wanted person in Runevale. In her blind panic she crashes into a woman with perfect skin and the gentlest smile you’ll ever see. This woman eats her enemies alive and spits out the bones. That said, even she was not enough to protect her from Nyxelene. In her zero hour, the devil made an entrance with his hand outstretched and a bright smile on his face. He offers Rya his hand. He offers her one of the three great kingdoms. He offers her himself. Question is: Why in the seven hells would the Devil protect a helpless prey when he could just drag her soul to hell and call it a day? Now, the most watched girl in the two realms just became the devil's problem. Your move, Void and light.
Illios_Grandé · 8.4k Views

Alphas of Orion and their Unbroken Mate

(R-18 and dark themes, you have been warned.) Blurb: During my incarceration by my mate, I see a man leaning against the wall of the dungeon with his arms and legs coiled with heavy iron chains. Dressed only in tattered rags of a black robe his ghostly white skin is mostly on display. Tattoos like smoke crawl all the way from his neck to the side of his handsome and deeply chiselled face, but it's the eyes that have me in a trance. Deep red like the freshly spilt blood, such rich shade, and they stare directly at me with such intensity that I forget to breathe. My hand grabs the iron bar, and I steady myself as his curved lips move and he utters only one word to make my world crash and my magic lose control. “Mate!” My world shatters at his words. "You can see me?” He asks next, a voice calmer and yet deeper than Mariana Trench. It whispers all around me, murmuring against my skin as if trying to awaken something sleeping. “Yes, why shouldn't I be able to?” I question, slightly confused. A crease descends on my forehead. "No one else can," he answers with a wounded smile that wrecks my heart. Synopsis: In this post-apocalyptic world, Faes are hunted and killed mercilessly because they are blamed for the apocalypse that befell and destroyed half of the population. At 20, Amaia Zhāng is a Fae and is the last of her kind, or so she thinks. Her family and her whole village were massacred by the Dread Army in the name of keeping peace. She is the sole survivor and keeps her appearance cloaked. But she makes it her mission to train every day and become strong enough to avenge her kind. During a battle with a monster, her mate abandons and rejects her to save his life. Heartbroken, Amaia is left with no choice but to join Orion Academy. It is home to the greatest hunters and enforcers of her continent. It's a world where hunters and enforcers are treated like celebrities. She knows the training will help her fulfil her revenge plans and become a renowned hunter. And maybe along the way she will find another mate. But the twist of fate, deception and seduction from the man who is supposed to refer her to the Orion Academy leaves her with a curse and a tainted reputation. A curse which prevents her mate/mates from recognising her and prevents Amaia from informing them of who she is to them. As it turns out, Amaia is mated to hybrid Alphas of Orion, but none of them can feel the mate bond, and they believe she wants to seduce them. “Have some dignity, Amaia. You abandoned your mate and are now trying your seduction techniques on me. I have a fiancée.” Glares Alnilam, her first mate. “Don't look at me like that, lassie. I am saving myself for my mate.” Winks Alnitak, her second mate. “Stay away from me. You are not my mate,” scolds Mintaka, her third mate. “I will bring a garland constructed from your ex-mate's bones. How dare he hurt you?” Determination flashes in the eyes of Rigel, her fourth mate. Every time they turn her down and choose to be intimate with their chosen females, she feels every ounce of pain and hurt. Amidst the chaos and heartache in a place where enemies hide in plain sight. Can Amaia break this curse and have her mates recognise her as theirs? Does she have four mates or is there another twist hidden? Will she become a successful hunter and keep her identity hidden from the world and at the same time carry out her revenge? Read on to find out. A special thanks to @TheSlumbingCat for creating this beautiful cover for me. If you want to chat, find me on Discord, Facebook and Instagram with the same name.
Sunny_Shumail · 309.7k Views