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EVER PLAYED WITH FIRE, I DID

EVER PLAYED WITH FIRE, I DID

just a crazy Physcophat enjoying every bit of her life, but he showed up that night and I decided to use him as my entertainment. But that single choice became the biggest mistake in my life. Wanna find out?. Lilith veralux. Age 24, personalities cold, crazy, physpopatic, and talented. She's an opharn who stays with her foster parents a biker racer, mechanic and sex queen. Her beauty is top notch don't even dare compete with her, her smile is vicious, her voice is charming yet alluring. Lilith in her life has just three rules and things she want, FUN, MONEY, CONTORL. And she'll do anything to get them. Lilith is a Physcophat parents never wished to have. She doesn't fear and always love to take risk but the day she encountered him everything changed. Who's he?. Melanzo vindavan. Mafia boss, he rules he domaintes , people shiver at the call of his name But to Lilith his name is trash total trash . No one dare to get on his dark side he's the heir to the vindavan empire a total devil even the devil is scared of him but Lilith doesn't even know the word fear. Just one night, one night, one encounter with Lilith and she became his touture and him her entertainment. Lilith played with the firey devil melanzo and that's was her worst mistake. Cause she became trapped bounded with no chance of getting out. Wanna know what that encounter is? Wanna get pissed off,angry, obsessed and happy at the same time?. Wanna dive into our physcophatic FL and toxic ml? Then hop on.
Shadowed By Her, Now Free

Shadowed By Her, Now Free

For seven years, I lived in Chloe Adams' s shadow, the architect of her fame, ghostwriting her witty captions and composing jingles, content to be the loyal friend. Then, at her engagement party, Chloe announced her new brand deal, her arm linked with reality TV star Brody Hayes. "It' s time for you to find your own spotlight, you know? Away from me." Her casual dismissal, meant to be a gentle nudge, landed like a physical blow, firing me from her life. Everyone in the room watched, waiting for me to nod, to accept my role as Chloe' s devoted groupie. But something inside me snapped. "No," I said, the word cutting through the celebratory hum like glass. Chloe' s perfect smile faltered. "I' m just done. Done writing your posts, done composing your jingles, done being your shadow." Her face blotched red, the gracious influencer replaced by a furious toddler. "You can' t be 'done' !" she hissed. "I' m not done with you!" I thought I was finally free, but her fury escalated. She shoved me, then roared, "Your parents gave me a key years ago, remember? What' s yours is mine." I rushed home to find my sanctuary invaded, my studio defiled. A stranger strummed my grandfather' s prized vintage Martin guitar, another giggled, scrolling through my private files. Rage burned through me. As I called 911, Brody snatched my phone and smashed it. "He thinks he' s so much better than us just because his parents have money," Brody declared, manipulating the crowd. Chloe' s eyes blazed. I felt a sharp sting as she slapped me, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. Helpless, I watched as she grabbed a bottle of sticky red liqueur and upended it over my head. Laughter and jeers erupted, phones flashing, recording my humiliation. Then, I saw it: Brody wore my mother' s hand-carved wooden bird necklace, a sacred link to her memory. "Chloe gave it to me. Said it was just some trinket she found lying around. A good luck charm." "It' s a cheap piece of wood. Stop making a scene over nothing. You' re embarrassing yourself." My mother' s last gift, the most precious thing I owned, dismissed as "nothing." A raw, desperate cry escaped me. "That was my mother' s. It was a gift from my dead mother!" Her face went dead white. "You shut your mouth!" she shrieked, striking my head. Brody whispered to Chloe, eyes on my open laptop. "His laptop is still on. The application portal is still open." My college applications. My future. "NO!" I screamed, struggling against the men holding me. "Don' t you touch that!" But I was forced to watch as Chloe, with a cruel smile, clicked, erasing my Yale application, my entire dream. "This is Yale," she snarled, holding up my laptop before letting it smash to the floor. A piece of the broken screen sliced my cheek, the warm trickle of blood a final punctuation. "The application deadline is in fifteen minutes," Brody chimed. "Tough luck, man." Hope died. "Lock him in the basement until morning." The basement. My deepest, primal fear. "Chloe, no. Please. Not the basement. Do anything else. Please!" I begged, dignity gone. But Brody' s whisper sealed my fate: "He' ll ruin everything." Chloe' s eyes hardened to stone. "Do it." They dragged me, struggling, pleading, towards the yawning black maw. I tumbled down the creaking stairs, landing on the cold, damp concrete. The door slammed shut above me. The click of the lock echoed in the suffocating darkness. I woke in a hospital bed, Maria, our housekeeper, explaining she' d found me. My parents burst in, back from Paris. "I' m so sorry we let this happen. We brought a monster into our home. Into your life." "It' s okay, Dad. She didn' t ruin anything." "I got my acceptance letter from Juilliard two months ago. A full scholarship." The only thing Chloe destroyed last night was the last bit of affection I had for her. Thousands of miles away, Chloe' s card was declined. She tried to call me. Voicemail. She tried again. Voicemail. She swore I was playing games. Meanwhile, at Juilliard, I stood on stage. "You are the protagonist of your own life. Don' t ever let anyone else hold the pen." Chloe Adams, abandoned and broke, would keep waiting for me to come crawling back.
My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

I was Z, the world's most lethal hacker. But after I died, I woke up gasping for air in a massive, freezing bathtub. Memories that didn't belong to me slammed into my brain. I was trapped in the body of Zero Vance, a notorious "trashy young master" of a wealthy family, who was actually a girl hiding in plain sight. The original owner of this body was a pathetic, lovesick stalker obsessed with an esports god named Maverick Thorne. She wore ridiculous rainbow hair and cheap makeup, sending him thousands of desperate, unread texts every single day. When he completely ignored her, she became the ultimate laughingstock. Bullies at her elite academy spray-painted "freak" on her locker, shoved her around, and her own family looked at her with exhausted disappointment. Unable to take the endless humiliation and his cold rejection, she swallowed a bottle of pills and slipped into the icy water. Looking at the ruined, tear-stained reflection in the mirror, physiological disgust washed over me. Why would anyone throw their life away for an arrogant, frozen block of ice? I grabbed the grooming scissors and sheared off the neon hair until only a sharp, silver-blonde crop remained. I deleted his contact, blocked his number, and put on a perfectly tailored black suit. When the school's head cheerleader pointed a finger at my nose, warning me to stay away from Maverick, I snapped it backward. "I have zero interest in Maverick Thorne." I am alive. And as the new Zero, I am going to take everything back.
Naomi and Mitchell

Naomi and Mitchell

NAOMI 💮 & MITCHELL 🧿 'We were never meant to be 💔' 🔥A love that was a mistake from the start 🔥 ☠️Love, romance, betrayal and emotionally triggering ☠️ SYNOPSIS I LOVE HER I don't know what to do with myself,she was too perfect..I found no flaws about her I can't love her she is from a totally different world from me, I can't even afford to pay my bills how would I fall in love with my boss daughter My name is Mitchell Clay but people call me Mitch, I am an orphan and I don't even care about finding my parents but people said I was dumped at the front door of the orphanage by my parents because I was a mistake I have left all my life working to feed myself,I leave with some of my orphanage pal's and we work at a very expensive club as bartender and yes am handsome my parents might have made a mistake having me but they did not forget to bless me with the looks which every lady can't get enough from....at first my friends adviced me to dupe women with my looks but I just couldn't My boss has a mysterious daughter whom I have never seen but only heard of ...she comes around sometimes but I have never seen her face before NAOMI was her name... only her name alone gives me chills "Am sorry I didn't tell you all this while...I know you won't want to be with me if you know who I was " " You lied to me the whole time, no wonder you never took a dime From me so now that you gave me the big news what should I do" " Still love me the same way" " I can't...it's too much for me to handle"