tarnish

When I was ten, my mother, a stripper, married the Don of the Moretti family, one of the five major crime families in Chicago. My stepbrother, Isaac, never let me forget how my background tainted their sacred Sicilian bloodline. Under his silent command, the whole family became instruments of his torture. At a family barbecue by the lake, he gave a look. That was all. His men "accidentally" pushed me off the pier, and I slammed against the cold hull of a boat. I felt a sharp pain, as if my ribs had broken. He stood on the pier, gazing down at me, his ice-blue eyes filled with contempt. "Just because your mother crawled into my father's bed doesn't make you one of us. Outsiders get purged. And I'll be the one to drive you from my territory." On his orders, they destroyed the financial reports I prepared for the family business. They slashed the gown I was to wear to my coming-of-age party with a dagger. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame in her eyes. My stepfather, the Don, saw me only as a nuisance that tarnished the family's reputation. I learned to make myself invisible, desperate for any scrap of kindness. But it only made me the family pariah. Despised and utterly alone. Until Isaac's ally, Khalid, the heir to the Falcone family, singled me out at a family dinner. For the first time, Isaac stopped his public torment. I thought Khalid was my salvation. On my eighteenth birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I accidentally overheard his conversation with Isaac. Isaac's voice was low, laced with venom. "Did you get the video? The one of the little stripper crying and begging in bed?" Khalid chuckled. "Of course. I have to admit, she's clean. Like an untouched piece of art. It's a shame, considering her mother's background… if it weren't to help you sabotage her marriage prospects, I would never touch a woman like that." I clamped a hand over my mouth as silent tears streamed down my face. My only hope had been a lie. But they didn't know. I had already received my acceptance letter from Columbia Law School. And I wasn't coming back.

Tartarus, a prison of all gods! Those in prison are inexcusable! A killer Ye Qingha reborn in a different world. It happened that he became the 38th generation of warden of Tartarus, starting an invincible expedition to different worlds.

"Tartarus, a prison of all gods! Those in prison are inexcusable! A killer Ye Qingha reborn in a different world. It happened that he became the 38th generation of warden of Tartarus, starting an invincible expedition to different worlds."

In the far reaches of space, where empires rise and fall in silence, a rogue crew aboard a ship unlike any other carves its path through the void. Their leader — enigmatic, dangerous, and driven by something deeper than conquest — leaves a trail of havoc wherever he goes. But this isn’t just a story of rebellion. It’s a story of purpose. Of fate. Of whether the stars themselves can be bent to one man’s will. TARTARUSIOS blends high-stakes action with mystery and mythic undertones. The ship is more than metal — it’s legend. The crew, more than criminals — they’re chosen. And as their journey unfolds, the question remains: will they reach their goal, or will destiny rewrite their course?

A person has never loved but himself, what happens when he goes to another world? Nasuverse Fanfic

"Leo",she rasps both her hands cupping his face. "Shh", he whispers back, his forehead touching hers "You have to let go Leo" "I'll protect whatever's mine! I told you already!!"he roared already losing it. And then he turns to face her, a steely glint in his eyes "I'm never letting go".... Discovering solace in the town Tar, left for condemnation......First love, betrayal, manipulation and rivalry abounds in a fight for friendship, love and survival..

the old world was a battlefield of all the divine powers and in the imminent destruction their worlds were unnaturally merged together and their peoples displaced randomly and its people must survive of the remnants of their homeworld they find to make it back home

The world is in total chaos after the war between the gods and ascended mortals of the last known God Game. For the past decade, wrathful gods and divine-powered mortals have been running rampant and creating havoc wherever they go—leaving those without any power of their own defenseless and at the mercy of the chaos. Until a boy with a god-defying left arm and a blood-thirsty appetite with no remembrance of his past decides to take matters into his own hands. This is his story and the story of all the unfortunate souls who faced his judgment.

dropped, for now After many painful dreams, Adam finds out that he has mirror-touch synesthesia combined with etidetic memory, causes him to experience the pain that the people in his dream experience, watch as Adams overcomes this and finds out who he really is, or more specifically what he is.

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend