Vegeta Boots

"What is this?!" Avery's voice trembled with rage, her fists clenched as she stared at the people who betrayed her. "You're marrying me off to some old man?" she spat. Her mother flinched. "Avery, please… it’s the only way to clear the debt." Her father’s voice thundered. "You will marry Sergei Kuznetsov. End of story." Avery Wells was never the obedient daughter—not with her leather boots, smart mouth, and fire-for-blood temper. But nothing prepared her for being thrown into the cold world of Russian mafia royalty. Sergei Kuznetsov: seventy, cruel, and untouchable. Her new husband. Kieran Kuznetsov: his youngest son—illegitimate, exiled, and carved from shadows. In a world full of masks, guns, and buried secrets, Avery has only one rule: never fall for the devil’s son. But the more she fights, the closer the darkness pulls. In this house, freedom is a myth. And love… might just be a death sentence.

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.

Mature Content! "Do you want to divorce your useless husband and be with me instead?" Ang baritonong boses na iyon mula sa kaniyang likuran ay nagpatinding ng kaniyang balahibo. Tila muling nabuhay ang katawang lupa ni Adeline nang marinig muli ang boses na iyon. Pumikit siya, dinama ang init ng hininga ng estranghero hanggang sa nahagip ng kaniyang tingin sa pamilyar na tattoo sa ilalim ng pulsuhan nito. Takot ang lumukob sa kaniyang pagkatao, natabunan ang init na nararamdaman. Mabilis siyang humiwalay sa lalaki habang tinatambol ng kaba ang kaniyang dibdib. Hindi niya maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman habang nakatitig sa itim na mga mata ng lalaking tila lalamunin siya ng buhay. "I-Ikaw?" Ngumisi ang mapula nitong mga labi, "Hello, my beautiful wife. Fancy seeing you here." *** Sa ngalan ng paghihiganti, nagpakasal si Adeline sa isang lalaking nakaratay. Ang tanging gusto niya lamang ay mabigyan ng hustisya ang dinanas niya sa kamay ng dating asawa at stepsister. Maayos sana ang lahat kung hindi lamang siya ginugulo ng isang misteryosong lalaki na nakasiping niya sa gabi ng kaniyang kasal. Dumagdag pa ang gulo nang biglang magising ang kaniyang asawa. Adeline was so confused but she knew she would choose the right path. Ang tama ang pipiliin niya pero isang sikreto ang biglang sumabog sa kaniyang harapan na nagpagulantang sa kaniyang buong pagkatao.