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Samantha Skye

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?
rach_sales · 165.7K Views

The Devil's Whispers

--- The Devil's Whispers Prologue — Two Years Ago Before everything fell apart, they kissed in a chapel no one was supposed to enter. It was the kind of place left behind by time—old wood pews, cracked stained glass, and melted wax stuck to stone. No prayers lived here anymore. Just dust and secrets. Emory Vale had come to be alone. It was the night of the Vale family gala—another cold, expensive lie she had to smile through. But instead of staying for toasts and photos, she slipped away in heels that clicked like guilt down the hallway of the east wing. She didn’t expect anyone to follow her. But someone did. Skye Thorne. She should’ve known. Skye never followed rules, only people who tried to escape him. --- He stood near the altar when she turned and saw him—dressed in all black, his hands in his coat pockets like he wasn’t in a sacred place but somewhere made for sinners. His expression wasn’t teasing. It was unreadable. Too quiet for someone like him. “What do you want?” she asked, trying not to let her voice shake. “You left the party early,” he said. “So?” “So I came to see if you were running again.” She laughed bitterly. “From what? My family? Or you?” He didn’t answer right away. And that silence spoke louder than anything. --- Everyone at Braxton knew Emory Vale and Skye Thorne had history— but no one knew how deep it ran. They weren’t lovers. Not really. They were fire and ice. Curse and craving. A thousand almosts wrapped in silence. That night, two years ago, was the first time Emory let him see her cry. It was the first time he touched her without making a joke. The first time she realized he wasn’t just dangerous. He was dangerous for her. --- “You don’t know me,” she said as he stepped closer. “I do,” he said. “Better than he does.” Emory flinched. He was talking about Ezra—the boy her mother approved of. The safe one. The boring one. The wrong one. “He’s good for me,” she said, half-whisper. Skye tilted his head. “Then why do you always look for me in every room he walks into?” Her heart thudded. And then he stepped even closer. Just one breath away. “If you want me to leave, say it,” he said. But she didn’t. Because she couldn’t. And when she finally kissed him—when their mouths collided like two storms—it wasn’t soft. It was desperate. Dangerous. And unforgettable. --- That night changed everything. But no one ever found out. Not about the kiss. Not about the lie she told the next morning. Not about how she left him bleeding in the dark for something she couldn’t explain. Not about how he never forgave her. Not even now. Not even two years later, as the story begins again. --- End of Prologue
hayor_mideh · 3.5K Views

My System Forced Me to Get Buff and Find Love?!

For seventeen years, Samantha Kisaragi wished for only one thing: a normal life, free from the chronic illness that made her a fragile glass doll in her family’s eyes. One morning, her wish is granted by... a tiny, floating mochi with a god complex? This smug spectral "System" offers her a miraculous, perfectly healthy body. The price? She must now complete a series of insane missions, from the mortifying to the life-threatening. The rules are simple: succeed and level up. Get stronger, faster, and maybe even a little more charming. But if she fails, the penalty is a fate worse than any illness: her body will warp into a 'Cursed Physique'—a seven-foot-tall mountain of grotesque muscle powered by the same old fragile constitution. A titan's strength with a body that could collapse from a stiff breeze. Now, this former shut-in is being forced to get buff, all while juggling a top-priority quest to save her perfect older brother from a shadowy, five-star threat hunting him down. And as if that's not enough pressure, the System is also demanding she "Ignite the Flames of Passion" and make someone fall in love with her, pushing her into ridiculously close and awkward situations with her bubbly best friend. With only a cheeky floating dessert for a guide, a terrifyingly competent senior known as the 'Ice Queen' as an unlikely ally, and a clock ticking on both her brother's life and her own romantic prospects, Samantha must learn to be a weapon. She was a girl who just wanted to be normal. Now, she has to become a monster to protect everything she loves.
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GODS DON’T BLEED (BUT I DID)

"You of all people should know this — you can NOT play fair in an UNFAIR world!" Winter Ogundele was born a princess of Egwura to a weak mother and an absent father who ruled from a distance so cold it burned. Left to the wolves of the court, she clung to one soul who dared to stand beside her, Zaynah, her best and only friend whom she believed saw her. Her mother’s death broke something within her. Her father’s silence only poured salt in her wound. So she searched. For strength and for power all for the reason to be seen, respected but most importantly loved. She waged wars and won, yet never earned the respect of the court. One day she returned home triumphant, at the gates, Winter expected cheers. But instead, she was draped in chains and charged with treason. Branded a traitor and hunted by the very kingdom she bled for, Winter flees into exile with her enemy, only to discover her father’s heart isn’t cruel... it’s cursed and controlled. With whispers of sea-born magic thick in the air, she makes an unthinkable sacrifice to save the only family she has left. But power always comes with a price. From her ashes rose not a woman. Not a soldier. But something much, much worse: a god with a score to settle. This isn’t a story where true love’s kiss saves the day. This is the story of a girl the world rejected. So what happens when she stops asking to be loved? And instead demands to be remembered? ⸻ ⚠ Content Warning: This book contains strong language, controversial themes, moral ambiguity, graphic sexual content, and scenes of violence and emotional trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ⸻ Trigger Warning: Includes depictions of sex, abuse, blood, grief, and morally gray characters. Not suitable for sensitive readers. ⸻ Note: This story walks the edge of pain and power. It’s raw, explicit, and unfiltered. Read only if you’re ready to bleed with it. Author’s Note: Thank you for choosing to read my book. Voting, Comments, Shares and Ratings would always be encouraged, welcomed and appreciated by your girl xoxo Samantha
Samantha_R_Samuel · 4K Views

Rise and Reclaim

(key elements of this book: supernatural abilities, kingdom building, friendship, territory and people management, slight romance but nothing crazy) Skye’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light of a sun peaking through the sticks that didn’t burn his skin in an instant. The wind blowing between the trees carried no sand or toxins in their breeze. The floating orb above him spoke bluntly yet Skye paid him no mind. It’s words a mumbled mix of nonsense, Skye struggled to latch on to anything important. Something about their god dying, needing to form a team, building a society that can withstand the others. Blah blah blah. It was too early to hear it all again. Skye groaned and detatched himself from the roots connected to his nervous system. The energy they helped him absorb over night was going to be put to good use. He pushed himself up and grabbed Thorn, his trusted spear, and opened the makeshift door to his tent, letting the fresh air rush in. Stepping out he said “Alright. Another day of trying to survive and not becoming dinner for some weird flat face freak.” He gave his body a stretch with his spear raised above his head with both hands, feeling a pop in his back from sleeping on the ground. “Oph, and maybe find something softer to sleep on.” His minions danced along with his words. their petals fluttering in agreement. The bodies of a few monsters with chunks blown out of their sides lay scattered around them. Today was going to be a good day.
Conzo0311 · 16.7K Views

Echo of Your Silence

He had already chosen where and when. The Overlook Bridge, on the anniversary of his brother's death—the perfect place to follow him, to sever a life that had become gray and soundless. Ethan, whose soul had long turned to ash along with his silenced music, was ready to take the final step. But she knocked him off his path—with a single defiant phrase, thrown at the edge of the abyss. Skye, a punk rock vocalist with a tattoo of a shattered piano on her wrist, was his mirror image. Where he hid his pain in apathy and silence, she forged hers into an armor of cynicism and screams. Seeing a familiar void in his eyes, she didn't save him—she simply stood beside him, offering not hope, but a strange, twisted kind of complicity. And so, their dance began. Two souls—broken, yet stubbornly alive. They don't know how to be happy, but they are desperately learning how to be real. Their encounters are awkward conversations in a smoke-filled café, accidental collisions in an old record store, silent walks through the sleeping city. He is afraid of her noise, her fury, her life. She is afraid of his silence, his vulnerability, his ability to see straight through her armor. This is not a story about a perfect love that heals all wounds. It is a story about two people who slowly, painfully, step by step, pull each other out of the deafening silence where one is usually left alone. It is a tale of how, from the ashes of old traumas and the dissonance of two shattered souls, a single, imperfect, yet achingly honest melody can be born. A song that becomes their only way of saying, "I see you. And I'm staying."
Ginny_Hayes · 6.1K Views

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