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The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
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The Dynasty Demolition Project

“They only say those mean things about me because they want to be me but they can’t. You’re allowed to hate me…” she smirked lazily, her smile ever so teasing, yet so angelic. “Or fall for me. But I won’t recommend either. You don’t want to get on my bad side and I may be sweet and everything, but I’m one crazy sociopath and trust me, no one can handle that.” *** Morgan’s life at Briarwood Academy is flawless—until it’s not. One anonymous tip about her boyfriend Orion cheating sends her spiraling into a world of secrets, scandals, and deadly obsessions. When a confrontation turns into a terrifying accident, Morgan wakes up in the care of Raegan—a rebellious outsider who shows her the brutal truth: Orion’s betrayal goes far deeper than she ever imagined. With her heart shattered and her reputation in ruins, Morgan hatches a wild plan for revenge—one that involves seducing Orion’s brother and wreaking havoc on his life. But as she and Raegan dig deeper into the tangled web of lies, they uncover dark secrets that threaten not just her heart, but her life. Someone is willing to kill to keep the past buried—and it’s closer to home than she thinks. Girls are turning up dead, and it becomes clear that someone close to Orion is hiding a monstrous secret—and Morgan may be next on their hit list. When love, obsession, and betrayal collide, Morgan must decide whether revenge is worth losing herself—or if Raegan’s unexpected loyalty might just be her salvation With old friends becoming enemies and long-buried family secrets threatening to destroy her, surviving Briarwood means choosing between fighting back or fleeing before it’s too late. In a world where power rules and the truth is twisted, survival becomes the ultimate goal.
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The Melody Of Us

The girl named Anaya, a quiet 18-year old university student in Hyderabad, who has never believed in love. surrounded by friends who drift in and out of relationships, she keeps her heart guarded, afraid of being left behind. the fear of abandonment clings to her so tightly that even the idea of love feels terrifying. but one day, overwhelmed by loneliness and the ache of longing, she makes a bold choice that if love in real life is too painful, I'll choose someone from my imagination. then she choose a Chinese actor she often sees in dramas and he becomes her quiet escape, and she decides to fall in love with him. not for who he is, but for how he makes her feel, safe, distant, unreachable. she knows it hurts. she knows this kind of love is lonely too. but she lets herself fall. on countless nights, she pours her emotions into the sky, whispering to the moon, hoping somehow he might hear her silent confessions. in her sorrow, she begins to write stories filled with feelings she could never speak. under a secret penname, her words travel far, touching lives and earning her quiet fame. her success finally brings her the chance to go to Beijing, the place where he lives. And now the real love story begins... of how she crossed borders, not just between countries, but between fear and courage. of how she learned that even the most distant dreams can begin to bloom when you believe in yourself. and how, through every heartbreak, every whispered prayer under the moonlight... she didn't just find him... she found herself... and in the quiet melody of her heart, she was finally... loved back.
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Harry Potter: Eternity Wizard

As a survivor of war, Roger studied magic only to stay alive. Nicolas Flamel: "Then I'll teach you how to create the Philosopher's Stone and brew the Elixir of Life. How about that?" Roger: "Not learning, not learning. It’s called the Elixir of Life, but after a few hundred years, the body decays into a miserable wreck. Endless suffering—how can that be called eternal life?" Roger shook his head. Voldemort: "I'll teach you the art of Horcruxes—split your soul into seven parts. Even after death, you can be reborn. How about it?" Roger: "Not learning, not learning. Splitting the soul is self-mutilation. Even if it looks like resurrection, a Theseus’ ship that loses its continuity—how is that still me?" Dumbledore: "Death is not the end but a new and great adventure. I'll teach you—" Before he could finish, Roger interrupted: "Choosing death while hope remains is nothing but admitting defeat and escaping out of weakness. And if there is no hope, how is that any different from true death? Not learning!" Grindelwald: "I'll pass on to you the art of prophecy—foreseeing enemies, seizing the tides of time, leading wizards to greatness once more. Then, with the combined power of all wizards, they shall sustain your life indefinitely. How about it?" As a fellow prophet, Roger thought seriously for a moment but ultimately shook his head. "Just as I now stand above this era, each generation has its own talents, and the world is vast beyond measure. No matter how powerful I become, there will always be someone stronger in the future. No one is invincible forever, and no one is truly undefeated. Tying myself too deeply to the fate of others is not the path to eternity." Rejecting the final offer from an elder, Roger Virgil gazed at the starry sky. "...Since no path exists in this world, it seems I must carve one out myself." Would greatly appreciate if y'all show support by subscribing to my patreon: patreon.com/Kramq to gain access to advanced chapters you can also send Power Stones to support
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