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In the 22nd century, humanity reached for freedom in the stars beyond their home.
Now, over a thousand years later, all that's left are chains.
Titanium has lived her whole life as a corporate citizen on a deep space mining outpost owned by XTRACTCorp™. Her whole life, every minute of every day, has been forced to fit the company standard, devoid of proper food, clothing other than jumpsuits, and even gravity. It wears her down, and when she finally snaps, she manages to lead a successful mutiny, freeing her coworkers/family from the weight of XTRACTCorp™'s boot.
Unfortunately for them, XTRACTCorp™ does not take kindly to loosing company property.
And unfortunately for Titania, she happens to catch the eye of one of the corporate executives.Bookmarked by semily
16 Mar 2026
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Dragged to Earth by Hypocracysim
In the 22nd century, humanity reached for freedom in the stars beyond their home.
Now, over a thousand years later, all that's left are chains.
Titanium has lived her whole life as a corporate citizen on a deep space mining outpost owned by XTRACTCorp™. Her whole life, every minute of every day, has been forced to fit the company standard, devoid of proper food, clothing other than jumpsuits, and even gravity. It wears her down, and when she finally snaps, she manages to lead a successful mutiny, freeing her coworkers/family from the weight of XTRACTCorp™'s boot.
Unfortunately for them, XTRACTCorp™ does not take kindly to loosing company property.
And unfortunately for Titania, she happens to catch the eye of one of the corporate executives. -
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[Not a dark romance, more of a dark psychological thriller with 'romance' elements such as 'happily ever after' (depending on your definition)].
She looked so pretty standing there behind the counter. Sad too, yes, but so, so pretty.
I knew what she wanted. She begged me with those big brown eyes of hers. She begged me with those small shy smiles. Sure, she gave them to everyone, but she meant them for me. I knew what she was silently confessing to me the moment I laid eyes on her, with those pretty blue ribbons in her hair.
She wasn't like other girls. She struggled in her everyday life. At nineteen she still lived with her parents, but she never seemed to want to go home.
I'd seen the bruises on her skin, I'd seen the way she flinched at any sudden movement, the way her face would crumple if a customer's voice got just a little too loud.
She wasn't meant to be working. She was too broken for it, already. Too broken for much.
But she'd never be too broken for me.
My sweet girl.
My pet.
Bookmarked by semily
16 Mar 2026
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Ribbons by OpusLotus
[Not a dark romance, more of a dark psychological thriller with 'romance' elements such as 'happily ever after' (depending on your definition)].
She looked so pretty standing there behind the counter. Sad too, yes, but so, so pretty.
I knew what she wanted. She begged me with those big brown eyes of hers. She begged me with those small shy smiles. Sure, she gave them to everyone, but she meant them for me. I knew what she was silently confessing to me the moment I laid eyes on her, with those pretty blue ribbons in her hair.
She wasn't like other girls. She struggled in her everyday life. At nineteen she still lived with her parents, but she never seemed to want to go home.
I'd seen the bruises on her skin, I'd seen the way she flinched at any sudden movement, the way her face would crumple if a customer's voice got just a little too loud.
She wasn't meant to be working. She was too broken for it, already. Too broken for much.
But she'd never be too broken for me.
My sweet girl.
My pet.
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A nurse finds herself tasked with tending to the most elusive man in the regiment: König, a ghost of a soldier who hides his face behind a hood. What begins as routine care turns into something far more dangerous, as eyes filled with pain and fire refuse to let her go. (König/OC — slow burn, healing, angst, eventual smut.)
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15 Mar 2026
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Burning Quiet
fuckingdoodledooeyA nurse finds herself tasked with tending to the most elusive man in the regiment: König, a ghost of a soldier who hides his face behind a hood. What begins as routine care turns into something far more dangerous, as eyes filled with pain and fire refuse to let her go. (König/OC — slow burn, healing, angst, eventual smut.)
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The DARK love story of two people who hate each other.
Alternate and darkest path where Lazlian captures Zaria in the backlands. Forced proximity affects them both as Lazlian trains Zaria to accept his brother. In this scenario, the mounting pressure to create an heir is at the forefront. Without one, both the dynasty and Juls's life is urgently at risk. Before it's over, Lazlian and Zaria will have terrorized one another in a power struggle and bid for revenge, (but it's primarily him tormenting her.)
First-person because it's an alternate path of the story.
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Laz remarked cruelly, “You’re very much afraid of me, aren’t you?”
“Monsters tend to inspire fear, can you blame me for feeling it?”
“And what do whores inspire?”
Lazlian squeezed his eyes shut and he winced at his own words, at what I guessed was the same thought I had.
Lust.
Whores tend to inspire lust, can you blame me for feeling it?
I felt uncomfortably warm at the idea and I knew Laz wasn’t about to finish throwing my words back at me. Not this time.
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15 Mar 2026
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Rule of His Brother
EloraMorgan
⏱️10 - 12 min. readSummary:
Alternate and DARKEST path where Lazlian captures Zaria in the backlands. Forced proximity affects them both as Lazlian trains Zaria to accept his brother. In this scenario, the mounting pressure to create an heir is at the forefront. Without one, both the dynasty and Juls's life is urgently at risk.First-person because it's an alternate path of the story.
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Laz remarked cruelly, “You’re very much afraid of me, aren’t you?”
“Monsters tend to inspire fear, can you blame me for feeling it?”
“And what do whores inspire?”
Lazlian squeezed his eyes shut and he winced at his own words, at what I guessed was the same thought I had.
Lust.
Whores tend to inspire lust, can you blame me for feeling it?
I felt uncomfortably warm at the idea and I knew Laz wasn’t about to finish throwing my words back at me. Not this time.
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Kaine was almost at the tenement door when she spoke again. “Ferron, was it a punishment for you - being made Undying?”
He paused. When he turned back to her, his eyes held no emotion at all. Punishment. That was an interesting way to frame it, he supposed. Morrough liked to make his victims choose the manner of their punishment, to make them complicit in their own suffering, and so the illusion of choice was all Kaine had ever had.
He realised, with a hollow and heavy clarity, that he couldn’t think of a single choice in his life that had been his alone. Every path he’d ever taken had been carved by someone else’s hand, someone else’s will, and he’d merely walked where he was pointed.
And told himself it counted as choosing.
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The Paladian Civil War, and its origins and aftermath, told through the eyes of Kaine Ferron.
Bookmarked by semily
15 Mar 2026
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sunstonestories
⏱️645 - 806 min. readSummary:
Kaine was almost at the tenement door when she spoke again. “Ferron, was it a punishment for you - being made Undying?”He paused. When he turned back to her, his eyes held no emotion at all. Punishment. That was an interesting way to frame it, he supposed. Morrough liked to make his victims choose the manner of their punishment, to make them complicit in their own suffering, and so the illusion of choice was all Kaine had ever had.
He realised, with a hollow and heavy clarity, that he couldn’t think of a single choice in his life that had been his alone. Every path he’d ever taken had been carved by someone else’s hand, someone else’s will, and he’d merely walked where he was pointed.
And told himself it counted as choosing.
___________The Paladian Civil War, and its origins and aftermath, told through the eyes of Kaine Ferron.