ny to ohio

Meredith Carter var engang sin floks stolthed – indtil Måneforhekselsen stemplede hende som ulveløs, uønsket og en skændsel. Ydmyget, forladt og afvist af sin skæbnebestemte mage troede hun, at Månegudinden havde svigtet hende. Men hendes forbandelse kom med en grusom bivirkning – vilde, ukontrollerbare feromoner, der gjorde mænd vanvittige af lyst og afsky. En duft så berusende, at den gjorde hende til et mål. Den aften, hun blev stødt bort, da hendes feromoner kom ud af kontrol, gjorde Alfa Draven Oatrun – den mest frygtede og urørlige Alfa i kongeriget – i stedet krav på hende. Men Draven ønsker ikke kærlighed. Han ønsker hende ikke engang. Hans grunde til at gifte sig med hende har intet med skæbnen at gøre. Kastet ind i en verden af hensynsløs politik, dødelige fjender og en mage, der kun ser hende som en brik i et spil, må Meredith kæmpe for at overleve, genvinde sin værdighed og afsløre hemmelighederne bag sin forbandelse. For noget er ved at vågne i hende. Noget magtfuldt. Noget… ældgammelt. Og når sandheden afsløres, vil ikke engang Alfa Draven kunne modstå, hvad hun bliver til. Afvist. Forbandet. Begæret. Udvalgt. Vil Meredith bryde fri fra sin skæbne? Frem for alt, hvad er denne mystiske kraft, der presser hende til at starte en krig? — Uddrag: "Du har måske gjort krav på mig," hviskede Meredith, hendes violette øjne brændende af trods, "men du kommer aldrig til at eje mig." Draven udstødte en lav, farlig latter. Hans gyldne øjne glimtede, da han fangede hende, hans tilstedeværelse kvælende. "Eje dig?" Hans stemme var fløjl og stål. "Lille ulv, jeg behøver ikke at eje dig." Han strøg en lok sølvhvidt hår om bag hendes øre – en berøring så let, at den alligevel sendte kuldegysninger ned ad ryggen på hende. "For om du kan lide det eller ej…" Hans ånde strejfede hendes hud. "Din krop reagerer allerede på mig." Meredith spændte kæberne og ignorerede den forræderiske varme, der samlede sig dybt i hende. Det var feromonerne. Det måtte det være. "Jeg hader dig," fremtvang hun. "Godt," smirkede Draven. For had var bare en anden form for besættelse.

Lola er et uønsket barn, der ofte bliver set ned på og udskammet. I en ung alder blev folk ved med at sige, at selv når hun blev gift, ville kun uduelige slyngler have hende! Flere år senere vender Lola tilbage for at kappe båndene til sin familie en gang for alle, da to børn klamrer sig til hendes ben og siger; “Mor, må vi ikke nok adoptere dig!” “Mor, far savner dig så meget! Han sagde, at han vil have endnu en baby!” Da alle kun var interesserede i Lolas elendighed, annoncerede den rigeste og mest indflydelsesrige rigmand: “Min hustru, kom venligst hjem.”

It's the year 3045 and the entire world is shrouded in a deadly fog. To escape its grasp, people flocked to New York where the fog couldn't penetrate. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked in the once bustling city. In this morally grey society, cunning, influence, and aspirations dictate this shattered world. With a diverse group of characters each pursuing their own ambitions, there is a variety of personalities to connect with as their narratives unravel, leading to an inevitable conclusion.

something i made about a group of friends from discord

Can power kill? Can it be bought, like the most expensive sex toy, making it an inseparable companion? Can one be driven mad by it, lose oneself in this elusive desire that is born anew each time, only to return with even greater power? As Alexander, the protagonist of this story, used to say: 'Power is the heroin of the mind, love is the dealer of hearts'. It's a drug that sucks you in to the brim, changing your perception of reality, satisfying your thirst but leaving you hungry for more. You'll feel that ache, that emptiness, which only intensifies, leading to another dose. Once the darkest desires are in play, there is no going back. Life becomes an obsession. Every decision in this world is a choice between light and darkness. Death is just the moment when the light goes out and the rest turns into one endless darkness. And in that darkness - those who once were something more - wander. But can you escape what is already inside you? How far will you go to get what you want? How much are you willing to sacrifice to take control? This erotic thriller will transport you to the world of New York's elite, where nothing is what it seems. Where everything is for sale and prices have no boundaries - money, sex, power and, above all, lies. In the heart of New York, there are dark secrets that the most powerful are prepared to hide behind a facade of luxury. Where betrayal is the daily bread and everyone has something to hide, there is no room for honesty. In this world, law is just an illusion and morality is a relic of the past. Discover how far corruption reaches, how great the influence of evil is and how addictive it can be when only real power is at stake. The power to destroy everything that stands in its way, the power that pulls all the strings.

A novel based on a discord server's lore set in a fantasy setting.

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot

In 2022 Scientists found an opening to a gate that leads to another dimension in the northernmost of Ohio. They decided to use the gate to travel to the other dimension, and explore it. However, when they arrived in the other dimension, they found that it was full of monsters. These monsters were called the "Shadowfell", and they were very powerful. The scientists were able to defeat some of the monsters, but many more escaped back into the other dimension.

So I uh, got dead and reincarnated to...Ohio? Shii, I thought the place wasn't for real, for real. Know what I'm saying G? And I got dees kids that follow me man, I gots me an army of Skibidi Skids. And they say I'm their Brain Rot Overlord. This should be interesting.

"Transmigration is so ass!" Nero said these words as he remembered the generic isekai anime he watched with a friend. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and his cursed luck as he saw himself in hell. One minute, he was a young man from the streets of Ohio that loved Hip-Hop and gangster culture and on his own words his life was perfect. But everything came crushing down when he saw the knife stabbing him. He expected that it would be the end, but the heavens had other plans. He woke up in a cell. The first thing he saw were bodies, and his soul was inside the body of a Variant Human. And if it wasn't bad enough, he was pulled to the cultivation world, not imagining the terrifying trials that awaited him. But he won't just sit and wait to die. There is a place that he needs to return, and he is willing to go as far as he needs to, even if it means turning the cultivation world upside down. And Immortality was just the first step.