obey me shall we date

He loved her at first sight, But she didn't feel the same, she hated him. A 15-year-old boy, DESHAN ALVEREZ DEVILLE suddenly became what he dreads most in life, what he loathed most .. VAMPIREs. He became a vampire king overnight, then looked back and saw that the life he had been living was all lies But he loved it. But now he believes he is nothing but a nightmare. 300 years later he becomes the most powerful and dreadful king everyone fears. He was once afraid of death ..but death can't even gaze him in the eye anymore. He feels nothing for anyone or anything anymore .. nothing tastes right to him..nothing seems to catch his scrutiny. He was just living for existing sake. Until he met HER. A twenty-four-year-old female AVELINE GRAY cherishes her job and has ambitions and pursuits in her career. She believes she has nothing to worry about in the world because she has a black belt in taekwondo. She does not believe in the supernatural or anything beyond life, she was a normal lady whose life was going on well just like any typical girl of her age. Until she met HIM. AND EVERYTHING CHANGED. Deshan tried everything he could do to make Ava love him back, and when she finally loved him back. Due to the fear of losing the only person he has felt something for, He decided to push her away with very hurting words. " I never loved you, I only lusted after you, you seem Like a sweet little kitten who will spread her legs just For anything. But now, you offended me by telling me You love me, and I don't sleep with anyone who is in love With me".

"Name's Andrew Lapis, bud. Just your run-of-the-mill guy coasting through a mundane existence. My family? As average as they come, all huddled under the drab roof of a cookie-cutter house. University? Yep, I'm there too, pulling down grades that'd make any 'ordinary' student proud. Except for Logic Reasoning. Turns out, I've got a knack for that—extraordinarily good, if you ask me. My nightly routine? Well, it's a real nail-biter. Me and my buddy, we hit up the same old coffee shop, play the same old card games. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no slouch when it comes to those cards. You could say I've got some pretty extraordinary skills up my sleeve. But here's the kicker—life was as dull as dishwater, or at least it used to be. That was until I stumbled upon certain people that turned my world from yawn-inducing ordinary to a whirlwind of the extraordinary. My reality? It flipped like a pancake on a hot griddle. Gone were the days of ordinary, replaced by a high-stakes world of dirty dealings and opulent casinos. So yeah, you could say my life went from poker nights to playing dirty, but in the swankiest casinos you ever did see."

In every world we see that power is the source for everything Power is present in novels which have romance and power is present in novels and comics which are based on it. When power is devided it gave rise to certain loopholes. Those loopholes in terms gives rise to a a power check between the ruler and ruled. Everything the ruler says is right and the ruled are the ones to bow before the will. Planet Liva is no different from that game. The power abuse gave rise to a protestant class will their leader be able to turn tables or will he become one of them.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

For over three years, my kid brother's early-morning playing sessions always woke me up as early as 5 AM. 26th February was different. I woke up very late. Matt was nowhere to be found, neither was his guitar.

Being the Angel of death requires a lot of responsibility from Azrael. He was loved by his father but hated by his brother Black. Azrael did his job diligently until a faithful day when the forbidden happened. ︎︎︎︎ "Father, why did call for me?" "You dared to go against me and saved a child you never should have saved, Azrael. I trusted you and gave you my glory. How dare you disobey me?!" Azrael fell to his knees and begged his father. "I never meant to go against you, father. I just couldn't bear to take the child's soul away." "That child should never have been born, it will bring doom to the world. You have just saved the doom of the mortals and immortals! How will you pay for this you've brought upon us!" "I'm so sorry father, I will receive my punishment without complain. "In that case, You, Azreal are hereby sentenced to the wilderness of nothingness until my anger is appeased!" Azrael received his punishment for saving who he shouldn't have. He did what he shouldn't do as the angel of death. He interfered with the lives of mortals. But what he didn't know was the fact that there is a force behind why he did what he did. That force will destroy the whole world and the only person who can fight against it, is none other than Azrael (The Angel of death).

"You are weak! I can't stand you anymore!" Stephan Blackwood, was treated like a bag of scam by his in-laws. Even his wife Magdalena, who used to be his first and only love, gave up on him and asked for divorce to marry an old rich man. None of them knew that Stephan was secretly the inheritor of the millionaire Clark Blackwood. Through sheer determination and unwavering ambition, he rises to become a billionaire, amassing immense power and influence. Years later, Stephan resurfaces, now a formidable figure in society. Armed with wealth and resources, he meticulously plots his revenge against Magdalena, his ex-wife and her influential family The Rivers, believing they were responsible for his past suffering. He intends to dismantle their lives as they had done to him. "Sir, it appears that Magdalena's current circumstances are far from what we expected. She does not reside in the Rivers mansion or live a life of privilege. In fact, she resides alone in a dilapidated house in one of the poorest areas of the city." “We are afraid, sir, that we have noticed some signs of sexual assault on the lady’s body.” “WHAT?” As Stephan delves deeper into his investigation, he uncovers a series of hidden truths that gradually chip away at his certainty. Clues and revelations emerge, suggesting that Magdalena may have been innocent all along. Doubt creeps into his heart, challenging his assumptions and forcing him to reevaluate his plans and find the real villain of the story...

Enzo dressed as a waiter got into the private party that El Macho was rumored to be in. Enzo noticed that the place was heavily guarded with at least 3 guards at each corner wielding assault rifles. "No kidding, this place is a fortress." Marco communicated with Enzo through a wireless earphones. "Is not too late to back out." Marco added. "Oh brother. We have been through worst, we will pull this off, and we will go celebrate at that coffee shop. Eh what do you say?" Enzo responded. "Alright. It's game time." Marco made his move.

I'm one out of none, believe me. The world, let's say it will end no matter what. Everything around us surely decompose, nor crumble as the time passes, yeah? However, do you know better than what I discover myself? One abandon the world, the like of you, this lifetime. For what? For the purpose of saving the life beyond, right? You sure find the end you've long for so long. The bitter...end. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why...I even share it to you. You even says we are not that close to begin with, so why...I'm doing this? I'm kind of debating whether you use euphoria, and actually tells me I'm some sort of a cult. That's why I have the question for you. Will you let me tell you the reason...or you already think I'm some sort of evil design to stop you? You know...the Myth, right? It's deep...within us.

“Everything you own belongs to me, even the air you breathe! I’m here for revenge, watch me take back every single asset you have!” Mark Gustave mentioned. Once a son-in-law to an influential family, he was treated like trash and was asked to leave their lives like a commoner. Cheated and driven out by his wife, he was yet to forget the pain. Little did they know that he is the heir to the richest family in the city. Mark Gustave is the heir they never expected!!!