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The Seventh Daughter of Jezebel

Shantel Hale has spent her life trying to live above the dark shadows her mother’s reputation cast over her. She has seen powerful men fall at Jessica Hale’s feet— the infamous seductress popularly termed the modern day ‘Jezebel’ only to be left ruined afterwards. But unlike her sisters, who embraced their mother’s legacy to build fortunes and secure influential husbands, Shantel, the seventh and youngest daughter of Jessica Hale, had carved her own path in secret, gathering several awesome identities for herself. One of them was the elusive Elsa—an influential force in the corporate world, sought after by the most powerful executives. Invincible CEOs vie for her counsel, but she has consistently refused to step into the limelight while offering her services. Meanwhile, in a desperate bid to salvage his company that was crumbling after a scandal, Richard Domango turns to Elsa, convinced that she is the only one who can save him. Seeing that Richard had played right into her hands, Shantel will stop at nothing to demand for her pound of flesh from Richard for humiliating her in the past. But neither is ready for the sparks that begins to fly between them, especially Richard after finding out that his saviour, whom he fell helplessly for at first sight, is none other than Shantel Hale— ‘the seventh daughter of Jezebel’ and the very woman he’d felt nothing but blatant disdain for all his life. Will they allow their past to chart a vengeful path for them, or give in to the all consuming attraction growing between them in leaps and bounds by the day?
Beautifiedg1 · 30.2k Views

Have we met before?: Book 1

LGBT BL Story MxM Summary: Three years ago, college sweethearts Archie and William were inseparable-until a devastating car accident shattered their world. Both survived, but with severe memory loss. Archie fell into a coma that lasted three long years, while William, disoriented and broken, tried to rebuild his life without the memories of the man he once loved. Awoke from a three-year coma with memory loss, Archie struggled to recover as a familiar face haunted his thoughts-a guy who clearly meant something to him, though his name hovered just out of reach. Then, one evening, in a noisy restaurant, Amber saw him. The same guy. Only this time, he wasn't alone. A woman sat beside him, laughing softly, her hand brushing his. Archie's breath caught. His heart kicked. Something in him stirred-panic, recognition, longing. He couldn't explain it. Couldn't name it. But his body knew what his mind had forgotten. The air shifted. Time slowed. The moment swelled with a strange, unbearable tension. His body reacted instinctively, as if sensing a truth his mind hadn't yet grasped. He rose, legs unsteady, and approached, driven by a question that burned at the edge of everything. "Have we met before?" This story is a poignant tale of lost love, rediscovery, and the enduring pull of the heart-even when the mind forgets. ALL NAMES,PLACES etc., USED IN THIS NOVEL ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. ++ This story is a combination of comedy and highly emotional chapters. If you love stories that would touch your soul, I hope you like this :> ++ This story is complete, but I might consider writing a prequel/sequel of the story
jnrckslvnt · 1.6k Views

Oops, I rebooted the apocalypse (again)!

Did you ever wake up to the end of the world? No, seriously. Not the “oh no I left the stove on and now the apartment smells like death” kind of day. I’m talking real the end-of-the-world stuff. Screaming skies, gravity hiccupping like it’s drunk, your neighbor’s cat sprouting wings and declaring itself the harbinger of the Meat Singularity. No? Lucky you. Now imagine waking up to that again. And again. And again. To the point where you start ranking each apocalypse like a reality show. “Episode 88: Lava Sharks vs. Nano-Mormons.” “Episode 103: The Time Gravity Turned Inside-Out and Everyone Was Suddenly Left-Handed.” That one was weird. You know, it's like your dose of ordinary fever dreams. But daily. Something like that. That absurd, I mean. My name’s Rafael Vagathris. I’m a regressor. Which is a fancy way of saying I’ve died a lot, watched the world end a lot, and respawned more times than your average gamer rage-quitting Minecraft. Every time the world croaks, I get booted back to square one with a hangover, a sarcastic AI in my head, and the deeply comforting realization that I’m the only one who remembers any of it. So that’s cool. My helpful companion in this eternal Groundhog Day Armageddon is M.O.T.H.E.R.—the Modular Operational Time-Hop Emergency Regulator. Or as I like to call her, “Mo,” or “The Glitch Witch.” She’s technically here to help me stop the apocalypse. Probably. Realistically? She’s more interested in giving me daily randomized perks like “Your bones are now inflatable!” or “Congratulations, you are now mildly magnetic to forks.” She also assigns quests. Once, I was told to seduce a sentient vending machine. Another time? Defeat a goose armed with a rocket launcher. I'm still not sure who won that one. The goose definitely walked away. On fire. But confident. You’d think after all this time I’d have a plan. I don’t. Mostly, I just wing it with a mix of street smarts, recycled knowledge, and an unholy talent for bullshitting my way out of death. What’s different this time? Well… everything. The apocalypse looks wrong. The sky cracked sideways. The same people I usually save are in different places—or worse, alive when they should be dead. I mean, good for them, but creepy for me. Mo’s glitching harder than ever. The rules are changing. Maybe I did something wrong last run. Maybe I did something right. Maybe this time the apocalypse isn’t just something to survive—it’s something I caused. So yeah. New day. New reboot. Same cosmic disaster. And me? Still here. Still sarcastic. Still determined to fix this mess, or at least get a decent cup of coffee before we all implode again. And surely, finding some one I missed in every single loop. Welcome to the end of the world. Again. ***
IRespectMyFather · 4.3k Views