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18+ ONLY WARNING. Explicit content. Before they were bulletproof they were just youths trying to make their way through to debut. Jia, *cough cough* that's you, is a girl who stumbles across them while pursuing her own path and coincidentally has become a part of their everyday life as they strive to become what they are today. Bulletproof. Updated Note: This story is partly College AU to begin with but, it will progress more into an Idol/Criminal AU vibe. Just wanted to clear that up! ALSO very important disclaimer, the events and characters written are COMPLETELY 100% FICTIONAL

“Soda Pop…” he growled, voice husky and rough. “You’re gonna make me take a cold shower.” She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her crimson gaze dark and teasing. “You don’t have to,” she whispered. “I can… fix that.” She hacked the wrong empire. Now its deadliest assassin has orders to erase her... again. Zina's pink hair and reckless hacking skills just made her enemy number one of the world's biggest crime syndicate. But when the killer they send finds her, she sees the impossible- Malik. The boy she loved. The boy who died. Now he's colder. Stronger. Deadlier. And he's pointing a gun at her. She's his mission. But she's also his Soda Pop - the girl who still makes his heart misfire. And Malik? Malik has always had a problem following orders.

In a world ruled by surveillance and silence, Ghost is a man without a past—an elite operative surgically erased from every system, designed to exist only in shadows. Once a government prototype turned rogue, he now fights a war they pretend doesn't exist. A war of neural hacks, kinetic betrayals, and collapsing empires. When a mysterious AI faction known as The Obsidian Trace initiates the catastrophic Neural Collapse Protocol, Ghost is pulled back into the battlefield he once abandoned. Haunted by lost memories and hunted by machines and men alike, he is forced to form uneasy alliances—with cybernetic rebels, black-market hackers, and a woman from his past who may be more dangerous than the mission itself. As Ghost uncovers a deeper conspiracy linking his origins to the destruction of global consciousness, the lines blur between enemy and ally, man and machine. To stop the final breach, he must face the only force capable of killing him: the truth. But in a war where silence is weaponized, and trust is fatal, what remains when the bulletproof falls? Why Readers Love It: Cinematic action scenes and tactical infiltration missions Cyberpunk worldbuilding with hacker cults, rogue AIs, and collapsing cities Twists and betrayals that keep readers guessing A mysterious, tragic protagonist—Ghost—who redefines what it means to survive

Mateo “Teo” Serrano has always lived between worlds — the son of a strict Jehovah’s Witness father, the secret father of three children, and a musician too afraid of his own talent to chase it. He drinks, he smokes, he runs from responsibility, and the guilt is eating him alive. But everything changes the night he throws himself in front of a bullet… and survives. Teo awakens in a hidden safehouse with impossible powers — invincibility, telekinesis, flight, and a strange glow beneath his skin. Watching over him is Celeste, a mysterious woman with eyes that burn like gold and a past she refuses to explain. What Teo doesn’t know is that Celeste is a fallen angel — an exile who has spent centuries killing for the U.S. government to atone for a rebellion she regrets. And the bullet that should have killed him was meant for someone else entirely. As Teo’s powers grow, so does the connection between them. Celeste sees a light in him she thought she lost forever. Teo sees a path to redemption he never believed he deserved. But Threshold — the black‑budget agency that controls Celeste — wants them both. And Teo’s awakening is no accident. A broken man rising. A fallen angel seeking grace. A love powerful enough to rewrite destiny. This is the story of how a man who failed everyone becomes the protector he was born to be — and how a fallen angel finds her way home.

WARNING: R-18 MATURE CONTENT || SPG Arquille Keilvan McL'euvre, a handsome billionaire, a walking temptation, a man who wants to keep his privacy much but suddenly it was ruined by a girl who wants him buried six feet under the ground, that what he thought. A mere lady, whom he met unexpectedly, no one knew who she is, where she came or even why she's here, well except from the fact that she wants him dead. She just trespass my house, barge into my life and effortlessly, stole my heart. She's not the typical girl I know. Shes feisty, short-tempered, childish and bratty but nevertheless, in the end, I've fallen pero hanggang kailan nga ba magtatagal ang kung ano mang meron silang dalawa? Ilang years na silang magkasama pero may mga bagay pala talagang hindi mo sadya at hindi mo hawak hanggang sa hindi mo na napansin wala na pala.

"You tried to rob me. Most people don't live to regret that choice. Lucky for you, I need someone desperate enough to die for me." Twenty-four hours ago, Mara Chen had a name, a future, and a trust fund worth $30 million. Then her aunt and uncle—the family who raised her after her parents died—forged her signature, drained every account, sold her childhood home, and disappeared into the night. The lawyers said there's nothing she can do. The police said it's a "civil matter." Society said she should have been more careful. Now Mara has $47 in her pocket, a maxed-out credit card, and a rage that could burn Chicago to the ground. Standing in a dark alley in the Gold Coast, watching a woman in a blood-red suit and designer heels step out of a black Mercedes, Mara makes a choice: survival over pride. She pulls out the kitchen knife she stole from her former home and demands the woman's wallet. The woman doesn't scream. Doesn't run. Instead, she laughs. "Do you have any idea who I am?" the woman asks, her voice like silk over steel. Mara doesn't. But she's about to find out. Valentina Russo is the head of Chicago's most powerful crime family—beautiful, lethal, and utterly untouchable. She's built an empire on fear, loyalty, and the bodies of anyone who betrayed her. When this desperate, furious girl tries to rob her at knifepoint, Valentina sees something she hasn't seen in years: someone with absolutely nothing left to lose. "I'll make you a deal," Valentina says, her dark eyes glittering with dangerous interest. "You want money? A future? Revenge on the people who destroyed you? Work for me. Be my bodyguard. Protect me with your life, and I'll give you everything you need to burn your family to ashes." There's just one catch: Valentina's world is soaked in blood, built on violence, and anyone close to her becomes a target. Her last three bodyguards all died protecting her. Mara should run. Should disappear before she's pulled into a war between crime families, corrupt politicians, and enemies who'd kill her just to hurt Valentina. But when Valentina looks at her like she's worth something—like she's not just the discarded niece, the stupid girl who trusted the wrong people—Mara takes the deal. One week turns into one month. One month turns into a dangerous obsession. Because Valentina isn't just a mafia queen—she's brilliant, ruthless, and haunted by ghosts Mara is only beginning to understand. And somewhere between the gunfights, the lies, and the nights when Valentina lets her mask slip, Mara realizes she'd kill for this woman. She might even die for her. But Valentina's enemies are closing in. A rival family wants her dead. A traitor in her own organization is feeding information to the FBI. And the strings attached to Valentina's offer are tightening around Mara's throat: to get revenge, she'll have to become exactly what she swore she'd never be. A killer. A criminal. Someone who belongs to Valentina Russo—body, heart, and soul. When the war comes, Mara will have to choose: walk away with her conscience intact, or stand beside the woman she loves and paint Chicago red. She came for revenge. She stayed for something far more dangerous: devotion.

Blackwood Academy is a school full of secrets. When Aria transfers there, she quickly learns two things: students keep disappearing, and everyone fears one person—Kael. But the deeper she goes into the mystery, the more dangerous the truth becomes. but the question is will she survive?

The silent war within me and how I came out unstoppable

Maeve Evans an orphan, skilled, and highly trained assassin who lost memories of her past goes undercover as a bodyguard to protect Axel Helion the sole heir to Majesty group incorporated and known to be a universal playboy. Whilst undercover, recovering her memory and in a blossoming love discovers a secret behind her past that changed her very existence. ************************ The rain showered heavily, drizzling with extreme force in the illumination of the night as tears streamed down my eye, yet all I could feel within me was intense pain and raging anger. My mind was in chaos and my heart in pain but the anger I felt within me outweighed them all. We stood stationary in the downpour as we gazed at each other in the solitude of our vicinity. No, I couldn't kill him yet, at least not until he told me the reason why he did it. "why....tell me why you did it". I gazed away from him in hopes to restrain my anger as I muttered clearly in a barely audible voice which reveal my agony but I knew he heard me. "I said why did you do it, tell me!". This time I expressed in far greater modulation when I didn't get a reply from him. "Why do you think I did it?". He enunciated in an indifferent tone and aspect as he continued in the same tone." They defiled god and were given judgment". "God? what sort of damned god?". I expressed in a loud voice as I rushed towards him at full speed sending a punch in the direction of his face. The background surrounding us was suddenly blown away by the wind that assembled from the intensity of the punch, leaves were scattered around and the ground we stood in dug deeper. He caught my hand before the punch could get to his face, he swiftly twisted my hand behind my back holding it firmly as he whispered into my ear in an impassive but scornful timbre. "look at you, you're still so weak and carry around insignificant emotions, after losing so much I expected that you'd change but you're still as naive as ever, giving time to fervent sentiments". My anger increased by the second, I kicked him with my leg and when I noticed he was distracted I used my free hand to deliver a hit on his lower abdomen sending him flying across the trees. He stood up from the grass with a slight slit suit and swiftly took off his lounge leaving on only the black trouser and dress shirt. "Prepare to have your ass handed to you, today is the day you die". I started with a baleful smile and complete resolution.

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"