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Harbinger Of Glory

Manchester United, once a dominant force in world football, finds itself struggling under Erik ten Hag despite having the financial power to rebuild. Big-money transfers fail to restore the club’s glory, forcing Ten Hag to shift his focus to homegrown talent. Among the overlooked prospects in the U18 squad is Leo Calderon, a 17-year-old central midfielder buried deep in the pecking order. Lacking physicality and dismissed by teammates as weak, Leo endures constant ridicule from those who dominate with strength and athleticism. But during one ordinary training session, everything changes—Leo suddenly sees passing lanes no one else can, angles of play invisible to even the most talented prospects. Yet, there’s a problem. His vision surpasses his ability. The passes he attempts don’t connect, his technique unable to match his newfound awareness. Coaches dismiss his efforts as sloppy, and his struggles continue. But one unexpected observer—a visiting League One assistant coach—notices something different. He watches Leo’s movements, seeing potential where others see failure. As Leo fights to prove himself in an unforgiving system, the question lingers—can he refine his raw talent before the club moves on without him? ****************************** Also, all rights reserved for the companies and teams and also players I use in the novel since I don't know how image rights work and I'm too lazy to search it up on Bing-, I mean google Also, character arts are not mine or AI-generated. I got them on Pinterest and will soon use reverse search to find the authors so I can credit them. Thank You for reading. 60 Golden Tickets: 1 Chapter 1 Magic Castle: 3 Chapters 1 Spaceship: 6 chapters 1 Golden Gachapon: 9 chapters
Art233 · 2m Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 151.3k Views

Harry Potter: Se’x Oriented Hogwarts

“Please, Daddy fuck me. I need you so much!” Lucifer let go of her bum and slid his hand under her hip, going straight for her pussy. Her petals were silken with want, and he nodded, deciding that it was wet enough. “Get on your knees, pet. Suck me hard again.” Hermione backed off his lap and knelt to receive his offering. Tickling and tapping him with her tongue, she worked it back to full strength. His hand sank into her hair, slowly dragging her mouth closer to his pelvis. “That’s my good girl. Are you ready for that dip you’ve been begging for?” Hermione released his cock and looked up at him in a daze. “Did you say dip or dick?” “Dip,” Lucifer repeated, smirking. “But since you’re a good girl, you can have both.” ______________ Synopsis - Lucifer Morningstar, The Devil escapes the Underworld to have a vacation on Earth. But due to some unexpected problems, he would be forced to enroll into Hogwarts, and meet a certain Bushy-haired girl, Hermione Granger. All characters doing sex age is 18+ Lucifer, The Devil is Billions of years old, with Hermione Granger having multiple personalities, her other self's age is 18+ (Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+) __________ Remember do not compare reality to fiction. No copyright infringement intended. All characters rights belong to their owners. Updates - Mon, Wed, Fri, Sun 1 Extra Chapter - 125 Power Stones! ________________ To Read 45+ Advanced Chapters, and support this novel, pls join me on Patreon. Link - patreon.com/SmutDxddy Thank you so much for your Support!
SmutDxddy · 6.5m Views

Book One — I Am Not Sarah — The Wrong Name

She had no voice. He had no mercy. And neither of them knew the truth that was going to destroy everything. She is mute. She is trapped. And she is living inside a dead woman's life. Elena Brenette is twenty one years old and in love with a man who was never truly hers. On the night of her wedding she discovers the devastating truth — her fiancé and her own sister have been in love all along. She was never the girl he chose. She was simply convenient. Betrayed and broken, Elena drives into a storm soaked night in her wedding dress. She never arrives anywhere. On that same road two other women are running from their own disasters. Sarah Venzagrase — twenty one, pregnant, covered in blood — is fleeing a husband whose people have been sent to kill her. Phiona — also twenty one, bearing the exact same face — is on that road for reasons nobody yet understands. Three women. One face. One blood. One catastrophic collision. When the wreckage clears Phiona is dead — her body mistakenly identified as Elena Brenette. The world believes Elena is gone. Sarah vanishes into the darkness with her unborn child. And Elena — unconscious, still in her wedding dress — is pulled from the flames by the most dangerous man she will ever meet. Lucas Venzagrase. He calls her Sarah. She cannot tell him otherwise. Elena wakes up inside the wrong life. Trapped behind the iron walls of the Venzagrase estate — the most powerful family in the state — she faces a husband who despises her, a family that wants her gone, and a household that has already decided who she is. She cannot speak. She cannot explain. She cannot say the three words that would change everything. I am not Sarah. Every attempt to communicate the truth is read as guilt and madness. The more she fights the deeper she sinks. She is a prisoner without chains — held captive by a name, a face, and a silence no one bothers to understand. But Elena Brenette did not survive a collision that killed one woman and swallowed another just to disappear quietly inside someone else's story. She will find a way. Even if she has to do it without a single word. What no one knows yet — not Elena, not Sarah, not even the man hunting for answers — is that the three women on that road were not strangers. They were triplets. Separated by a broken past. Reunited by a catastrophe. And someone powerful made sure they never found each other. That someone is still watching.
DaoistPpwHlh · 38.8k Views