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Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade. But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad. Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal. Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion." Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps. My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood. The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt. I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served. But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows. He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden. I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal. When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body. "The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it." Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands

Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands

I died in the apocalypse, only to wake up as Kenzie Banks, a bankrupt high-society monster in an interstellar beast-world. But before I could even process my new reality, a cold AI voice informed me of my impending death. "Your contract beast-husbands possess the legal right to execute you at the end of the two-month trial period." I rushed to the basement and saw the horrific truth. The original Kenzie had starved them, whipped them with thermal blades, sent their brothers to die as cannon fodder, and framed the youngest to rot in a maximum-security prison. Now, these lethal, broken men were methodically planning to rip my organs out the second the contract dissolved. To make matters worse, she had squandered her fortune on a man who despised her, leaving me two million credits in debt and facing imminent exile to the deadly wastelands. I had survived rotting zombies on Earth, only to be trapped in a weak, universally hated body, doomed to be butchered by the very people I was supposed to call family. Why did I have to pay the ultimate price for a psychotic woman's deadly sins? I refused to just sit around and wait for my execution. Tapping into my apocalyptic subspace inventory, I hauled out military-grade rations, healed their bleeding wounds, and slammed a legally binding divorce contract on the table. If I wanted to survive this sixty-day countdown, I had to turn my executioners into my loyal allies-starting with breaking the husband she framed out of prison.
LIGHT OUT AT FLORY NIGHT

LIGHT OUT AT FLORY NIGHT

🔱🔞LIGHTS OUT AT FLORY HIGH🔱🔞 ❤️🍓🍓🍓 * * The girl's dorm alarm rang loudly waking the girls up so they could prepare for class. It was always a rush for those who were off to pick up their school uniform from the laundry room. Juicy, a Black-American girl was still in her bed with her eyes shut tightly. She was far into deep slumber and not a mega powered alarm could wake her up. The girls in the big room were busy walking about and were yet to remember the sleeping girl in the bed close to the window. Astrid suddenly looked over and saw her sleeping as usual, she quickly rushed to her shaking her fervently. "Get up, Juicy! We have classes by eight." She said tapping her hand and pulling her hair. It was a tough treatment towards someone that was just waking up but just the right act that pulled her awake. She opened up her eyes and her green eyeballs came into view. She yawned and sat up on the bed briefly stretching herself. "Good morning, Astrid. Thanks for waking me up, again." She said with a hint of weakness. "Are you alright, Juicy? For the past one month, you've been really sleepy and tired in the morning. You used to get dressed before everyone else when we arrived newly, is anything up??" Astrid asked worriedly and drawing near to sit beside her. "I can't say. I also don't know what is wrong with me. Maybe I've been bitten by a sleeping bug?" She speculated and her friend grinned at her. "I think the tsetse fly is only found in Africa or do they exist here?" She asked as her eyes widened. "I don't know!" Juicy rasped and slumped her head back on the pillow. The room was still busy and everyone were almost in their full uniforms. "Do you read at night? After everyone has gone asleep??" Astrid wondered and she sighed. "Before lights out, I'm already sleeping like a pregnant lady!" She blurted. Astrid laughed at her friend's response but she still couldn't help but wonder. Juicy was always punctual and she admired that but how could she change all of a sudden? "Is it a dream?" She asked suggesting and thoughtfully. "Well... I don't know. There is a name that has been going through my mind though." "Really? What name??" Astrid asked curiously. "Ryan. I heard it once or twice. I can't remember where and how." She replied feeling insecure. "Let's go dress up first and talk about this later." She dragged her friend up and they left to take their bath. ^ ^ Ryan snatched the empty bottle from Spike and tossed it through the fence. They were at one of their favorite spots feeding themselves with blood they got from the secret club. After feeding directly from a human, they get filled up bottles that will help them through the day and at night, they come back for more.