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MY SAVING DOOM
Last Updated : 2025-11-19
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Dark Romance
Drama
First-Person POV
Alpha
Goodgirl
Intelligent
Alternate Universe
Forbidden Love
Superpower
He was a god. Untouchable. Forbidden. Deadly. For centuries, Damian Blackthorn walked among mortals, hiding his true nature behind a mask of cold perfection. Bound by a divine law never to interfere, he had one rule: humans were not his to save. Until the night he saw her. Nanya was nothing special—just a regular girl, late, tired, and vulnerable. She should have died in that dark alley. Damian should have walked away. But against his will, against every law written in blood and fire, he saved her. And that one reckless act changed everything. Now, Nanya carries the mark of a god. His power burns in her veins, tying her fate to his, making her both irresistible and forbidden. She is his salvation… and his curse. He swore never to love a mortal. She never believed in gods. But in the shadows of desire and danger, doom tastes a lot like destiny. 🔥🔥🔥
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WHEN DOOM FOUND ME
I hated nights like this.
You know... The type where everything goes wrong and life feels like it is laughing at you. My feet hurt from standing all day, my head pounded from my boss yelling at me like I was his personal stress ball, and my phone battery had decided to give up on life before I even left work. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. “Nice one, Nanya,” I muttered to myself, kicking at a loose stone as I walked. “Star employee of the year, walking home broke, tired, and phoneless. Living the dream.” The shortcut I took wasn’t smart—I knew that. Everyone warned about this alley. But the longer way meant another thirty minutes, and at that point, my bed was worth more than my safety. I told myself it was fine. People walked these streets all the time, right? The broken streetlights flickered like they were on their last breath, but hey, that just added ambiance. Creepy, horror-movie ambiance. The silence pressed close. Too close. Then I heard it. I was praying I wouldn't, but I did... talk about gods and answering prayers... Footsteps. Behind me. And I'm sure they are not mine My grip tightened on my bag strap. I walked faster. The footsteps sped up too. “Hey, pretty girl.” My stomach dropped to the floor. The voice was rough, smug. I didn’t want to look, but I had to. Three men. Stepping out of the shadows like they’d been waiting just for me. Their smiles were sharp, the kind you see in nightmares. “Where you going in such a hurry?” one asked, blocking my path like he owned the street. Panic rose up, choking me. My brain screamed run, but my legs wouldn’t. My throat was too dry for a scream. I hated it. Hated how powerless I felt. Again. Always. Then the air shifted. It wasn’t a breeze. No sound. Just pressure, heavy and strange, like the world hit pause. The men looked around, their confidence flickering. And then he stepped into view. At first, he looked like a man. Just… a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, his dark coat blending with the night. But something about him felt wrong—or too right. His presence filled the space, pulling every shadow toward him. His eyes glowed faintly in the dying light, sharp and unreadable. “Leave,” he said. Not loud. Not shouted. But the command in his voice sank into the air like a blade. The men laughed. One spat. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?” He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. He moved. One heartbeat they were sneering, the next they were slammed against the walls, groaning like broken dolls. I didn’t see it happen. My eyes blinked, and suddenly they were down. My breath caught. My knees wobbled. He turned to me then, and my lungs shrank under the weight of his gaze. “You…” His jaw clenched. His voice was low, strained, like he hated even speaking. “You were never meant to cross my path.” My wrist burned. I gasped, yanking up my sleeve—and nearly choked. A mark. Glowing. Pulsing like it was alive. “What—what did you do to me?” My voice shook. Smooth, Nanya. Real smooth. He stared at it, then at me. His face shifted—anger, regret, something deeper. Something ancient. “I warned myself never to do this. And now…” His eyes locked on mine, burning like fire under ice. “Doom has begun.” And instead of disappearing like some mystery ghost-man, he stepped closer. One step. Two. The air thickened with him, pressing against me. My body screamed run, but my legs betrayed me. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in place. Typical. Up close, he was worse. Too perfect. Too intense. His face looked carved, sharp angles and tired eyes that didn’t belong to anyone ordinary. He smelled faintly like rain and something sharper, something that made my stomach twist. “Well, that’s just fantastic,” I muttered, sarcasm spilling out because it was the only shield I had left. “Almost robbed, now I’m glowing like a faulty lightbulb, and apparently doomed by some tall, dark stranger. Honestly? Best night ever. Ten out of ten. Would not recommend.” He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch. His gaze stayed locked on mine, and my sarcasm felt like shouting at a hurricane. He stopped just a few feet away. Too close. Too dangerous. Too real. My lips stayed shut, but inside, my head spun with prayers I didn’t even believe in. Please let this be a dream. Please let me wake up in my bed. Please let this man vanish with the shadows. But he didn’t fade. He didn’t blur. He stood there, stepping into my space, watching me like the nightmare had only just started. And that was when I knew…Latest chapter
MY SAVING DOOM ... I DID.
When I walked into my apartment that evening, I half-expected him to be there.It was ridiculous, honestly. The way my heart lifted—just a little—before crashing right back into my chest like a stone in water. The room was empty. Too empty. The kind of empty that echoed. I’d never realized silence could hurt, but tonight it did. It pressed into my skin, crawled into my lungs, settled into my bones.I dropped my bag on the floor and just… stood there.Everything felt wrong. The air. The light. The familiar walls. As if the world had been rearranged while I wasn’t looking. As if something huge had cracked open inside me, and now I didn’t know how to stitch it back together.I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, hands buried in my hair. Trying. Trying so damn hard to remember.That voice.That place.That person.I knew them. I am sure I knew them. Not the way you know a stranger in a dream—no. This was deeper. Older. As if a part of me recognized them before I even turned aro
Last Updated : 2025-11-19MY SAVING DOOM I CAN FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE
The world tilted—just slightly at first—before the noise came rushing back. The hum of the espresso machine. The faint hiss of milk steaming. The clatter of a spoon.And then—her voice.“A latte with almond milk,” the woman at the counter said, tapping her nails impatiently against the glass.I blinked. The sudden clarity burned. I was standing behind the counter, apron on, hands trembling slightly, as though the air itself had just spat me back into existence.“I—uh, right. Almond milk,” I stammered, forcing myself into motion. My heart pounded. The world around me looked too bright, too ordinary, too real.I moved on instinct—grabbed a cup, poured, steamed, frothed, smiled like nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong.When I handed the drink to her, she took one sip and immediately shrieked, “What the hell is this? Almond milk, bitch! What’s this crap you gave me?”The cup hit the counter hard. I flinched.“I—I’m sorry,” I said quickly, reaching for the cup, trying to calm her d
Last Updated : 2025-11-09MY SAVING DOOM THE VOICE THAT WEARS HER FACE
Nothing had prepared me for what I found myself in.It felt like the world had folded in on itself — the café, the laughter, even the smell of coffee all gone. The air was still, too still, and every breath I took sounded like it echoed into forever.Everywhere was empty—hollow, yet humming with a strange, unseen energy. The air was thick, almost alive, as if the space itself breathed. Then I heard it—my name, carried on a whisper that bent through the silence.“…Nanya… Nanya…”I turned sharply, scanning the endless void. Nothing. The voice came again. "...Nanya...." closer this time, familiar enough to make my heart twist.“Claire?” I whispered.From the shadows, she stepped forward—but this wasn’t the Claire I knew. My Claire laughed too loud, spilled coffee on her apron, and wore chaos like perfume. This Claire… moved with purpose. Every step echoed, commanding the space. Dressed entirely in black, her eyes glowed faintly, sharp and cold. Power radiated off her like heat. This Cla
Last Updated : 2025-11-08MY SAVING DOOM ... Nanya...
Finally, I’m genuinely happy.This—this is the way it should be. Peace. Happiness. Everything good. For once, it feels like the world has stopped spinning against me, and I can breathe without guilt weighing down my lungs.Since my childhood, I’ve carried a burden too heavy for small shoulders—the guilt of my parents’ separation. It’s strange how something you never chose can still define every piece of you. I wasn’t even supposed to exist. I was the mistake that refused to disappear. The stubborn seed that survived the morning-after pill, clinging to life even when no one wanted me to. And because of that one act of defiance—simply existing—I became the reason two confused teenagers had to grow up too fast.My mother paid the price first. Her parents disowned her, and she was left standing alone in a world that suddenly seemed too cruel, too cold. My father stayed for a while, but the weight of it all—poverty, disappointment, resentment—crushed him until he walked away too. And someh
Last Updated : 2025-11-03MY SAVING DOOM MADE OF FIRE AND SILENCE
The streets were painted in the bruised colors of dusk when I stepped out of the café, keys jingling in my hand. The evening air was crisp, cool enough to raise goosebumps on my arms, but my chest felt strangely light. For once, there were no omens, no strange energy pulsing under my skin. Just the ordinary hum of a world that didn’t seem to be ending. I was halfway down the street when I saw him. Leaning against a sleek black car like he’d been sculpted there, Damian looked maddeningly out of place under the soft streetlight. No storms this time, no shadows swallowing him whole. Just him—in jeans, a plain white shirt, and a look that made the air forget how to move. My heart did that stupid somersault again. “Are you stalking me now?” I said, stopping a few feet away. “Because I’m pretty sure that’s a felony.” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be terrified of me.” “I got over that,” I shot back. “Turns o
Last Updated : 2025-10-30MY SAVING DOOM BETWEEN LATTES AND LAUGHTERS
The morning sunlight spilled through the café’s front window, throwing golden stripes across the floor. For once, it didn’t feel like an accusation. It felt… earned.I pushed open the door with my hip, balancing two trays of freshly brewed coffee and the remains of my last nerve.“Good morning, world,” I muttered, forcing a grin as the bell jingled overhead. “Let’s try not to destroy me today, yeah?”The universe, of course, ignored me.“Onaha!” my boss barked from behind the espresso machine. Mr. Kurt was in his usual state of mild combustion—tie crooked, face flushed, and eyes twitching like he hadn’t slept since 1999. “Where were you? I needed those muffins five minutes ago!”I dropped the trays on the counter with a smirk. “Technically, I was here five minutes ago. Time is just… subjective.”His jaw twitched. “Don’t start with your philosophy nonsense.”“Fine,” I said cheerfully, tying my apron. “I’ll just start with caffeine. For both of us.”Claire appeared from the back room, h
Last Updated : 2025-10-22
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