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Playing With Violet Ashlock Austin Portwalt Crazy ambitious billionare who loves making big deals. He loves money and wants more than what he has now. He loves his bachelor life and wants to continue it forever but too bad his parents set him an arrange marriage with Dubai's most successful businessman's daughter but he has no interest dating the half american half italian girl. So he decided to use someone else. Violet Ashlock Classy. Arrogant. Proper. That 3 words describe her perfectly. One day, she met Austin Portwalt at her friend's party and hooked up a little bit. She likes him but he doesn't. She tried to take his attention but it never worked until he set his eyes on her suddenly without any warning. Dating her while making deals here and there.

Blood and pain are all she seeks. After losing her loved ones brutally in an unfaithful night. Amphitrite is on the quest of pure blood bath. After learning to be an assassin for ten whole years she becomes THE ULTIMATE ASSASSIN. She is on the quest to find those that took her loved ones away from her. She vows to take them down one by one, until her mission is accomplished. But there's more to her that meets an eye.

Ashton Grey tried to get over his ex-girlfriend, Layla Jones that left him five years ago. While Ashley White tried to forget her boyfriend of five years that broke up with her and was about to marry her nemesis in a week. Fated to meet at a bar, the two ended up having a one night stand. The next day, Ashton offered Ashley to marry him in an attempt to move on from his ex, and Ashley accepted his proposal to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend. However, their happy marriage went downhill when Layla suddenly returned and demanded Ashton's love again. Ashton ended up feeling confused and didn't know who he should choose between the two. But the universe made a choice for him. Ashley was taken away from Ashton in such a horrible way and he almost went insane, blaming himself for what happened to her. Years later, he finally decided to move on and be with Layla. But a woman who was a perfect resemble of Ashley appeared in his life. Everything was similar except for one, her name. She was Astrid Young. Could Ashton somehow resist the temptation of Astrid when she behaved exactly like how he remembered Ashley?

Anastasia's dad dies, in a robbery gone wrong pointing Anastasia to a key, the key opens up a whole new world, follow Anastasia as she becomes the most powerful being.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.