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I swore I was just helping raise our daughter

They were never lovers. Never promised each other anything beyond the shared responsibility of raising the most powerful, chaotic child the realms had ever seen. Lara, the infamous ex-commander with fire in her veins and mischief in her smile, walked away from war, titles, and politics—only to find herself tangled in a life she never expected. A life where she’s not the hero, not the villain, just the co-parent to a half-demon, half-Celestial whirlwind named Aliyah… and tethered, every single day, to the woman who both grounds her and keeps her at a distance. Sarisa, heir to the Celestial throne, is everything Lara is not—elegant, disciplined, devoted to duty. Once playful and soft, Sarisa has reshaped herself into something unshakable, a future queen too burdened to risk vulnerability. Especially when the court whispers that her daughter is an abomination. Especially when her mother has chosen a future and a spouse that doesn’t include Lara. They said they could raise Aliyah together. That it would be simple. No feelings. No future. Just two women bound by responsibility. But Aliyah is growing. Watching. Asking questions no child should ask with such clarity. And Lara is running out of ways to lie to herself. Because somewhere between sword lessons and bedtime stories, between stolen glances and unsaid words, Lara might have done the one thing she swore she wouldn’t. She might have fallen in love with the woman who was never meant to be hers. And Sarisa? She might already be breaking under the weight of pretending she doesn’t feel the same.
Ava_000 · 138.6k Views

Limitless Rivum: Ascension of The Slave

Varek Kael Mourne woke up in a courtroom. Not from sleep. From death, a whole other life, a whole other world, finished. And now this. A verdict already being read, a collar already heating against his throat, and the people who were supposed to be his family sitting quietly in the gallery, watching it happen, having arranged most of it themselves. The charges were serious. Serial assault on Princess Selira Voss, a girl he had never met, in a body he had only just arrived in. The trial was over before he could understand the language properly. His cultivation pathways were destroyed with Voidrot Poison on the transport to Mol Sareth, a slave world with a red sky and a long memory for suffering. By the time the collar locked, he had nothing. No power, no allies, no name that meant anything anymore. He started paying attention anyway. It was the only thing left to do. Mol Sareth broke people slowly. The Yoke Pits went two kilometers underground and the ore disrupted every piece of Forge Rite equipment, so they used hands instead. His hands. Eighteen days into a punishment sentence in the Molten Trench, with the heat coming up through the stone in slow even waves and his body starting to lose the argument, he made a simple decision. He had already died once. He did not find it impressive enough to do again. The systems arrived in that silence. [Ding.] [System One Activated: The Remnant Archive] [You may now summon and commune with any being that has ever existed across all of Rivum and beyond.] [Cost per session: fragments of your remaining lifespan.] [System Two Activated: The Cracked Mirror] [Fragments of your own future are now visible to you.] [They are incomplete. They are out of order. They will not explain themselves.] [First Activation Reward: Ghost Channel Restoration-0.1% of destroyed pathways rebuilt.] [First Activation Reward: Lifespan Extended-10 years granted.] [First Activation Reward: Nullpath Seed Implanted-dormant in scar tissue. Condition for awakening: unknown.] [First Activation Reward: Archive Tier One Unlocked-Surface Dust. Summoning range: common mortals and minor cultivators.] [First Activation Reward: Mirror Fragment Delivered-a single image. His own hand. Holding a key. No date attached.] He read through all of it. Then he stood up. There were nine cultivation ranks between him and something the old records called Omnipotent, a word that appeared exactly once in all of Rivum's documented history before someone went through the trouble of removing it. There was a clan that needed to fall. A princess whose death was needed. He had a dead engineer's knowledge to steal, a collar to dismantle from the inside, and two systems that had just handed him more tools than anyone in this world knew he was carrying. He had time. He had done harder things with considerably less. --- Author's Note: Varek is not a hero. He was never going to be one. This story does not redeem him, and it does not ask you to root for him, it only asks you to watch. The pacing is medium to fast. Things move. People fall. Enjoy. Extra tags: #R-18 . #LimitlessEvolution . #UniquePowerSystem #Haren(In the far far future).
Gokui101 · 2.9k Views

Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"
ash_knight17 · 1.7m Views

The Perfect Path To Insanity

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’ .... 300 Power stones: 2 bonus chapters 20 Golden Tickets: 3 bonus chapters 50 Golden Tickets: 5 bonus chapters
CrimsonJell0 · 113.9k Views