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THE ONE WHO DEVOURS

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Several years after Alastor’s arrival in Hell, something impossible happens. A second soul born in another world and carrying forbidden knowledge merges with the Radio Demon’s own essence. But instead of fighting for control, the two souls fuse and split again, creating a new being completely free from Rosie’s ancient contract. A new life. soul. name. Malrion Uroboros. The one who devours. While the Overlord Alastor continues his life undefeated and bound by Rosie’s pact, Malrion descends into the forgotten lower rings of Hell where no Overlord watches and Heaven cannot sense him. There, armed with knowledge from another world and a mind that sees the hidden laws of reality, Malrion invents the first cultivation technique Hell has ever known. He absorbs sin. Consumes pain. Devours the echoes of lost souls. And with every cycle, he rises beyond the limits Hell tries to impose. A secret organization is born in the shadows. Hidden power grows beneath the throne of Hell. Balance between Heaven, Hell, and Overlords begins to shift all because one soul refused to be controlled. A story of identity, power, rebellion, and transcendence begins… The One Who Consumes. If you enjoy my story and want to support me, you can do it on Ko-fi. I upload all current chapters there, and your support truly helps me focus on creating more content. https://ko-fi.com/whitedeath0 I don’t yet know the final length of this fanfiction,
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His Secret Slave to Scandalous Queen

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna
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Hollow Veil

In a world where power determines your worth, being ordinary is a death sentence. Seventeen-year-old Michael Ozor is tired of everything. Tired of a life that feels like an endless cycle of disappointment. Tired of friendships that bring more chaos than comfort. Tired of love that leaves him more broken than before. And most of all, tired of being the fool who keeps hoping things will get better. With two girls pulling his heart in opposite directions, a past he cannot escape, and a future he has little faith in, Michael is ready to stop caring. No more chasing love. No more pointless expectations. If people want to bring chaos into his life, then perhaps it is time he gave them something to fear. Then comes Emox. A school promising to awaken the supernatural abilities hidden within its students, Emox offers Michael a chance to become something more. But beneath its promises lies a world far crueler than he could ever imagine, where power comes at a price, trust can be fatal, and survival demands more than strength. When an unexpected message from a girl threatens to unravel the fragile world he has built around himself, Michael is forced to confront the one thing he has spent his life running from: himself. But what if the darkness inside him is not something to overcome? What if it is the only thing keeping him alive? In a world where power defines humanity, how much of yours can you lose before you become something else entirely? Welcome to The Hollow Veil, where love can become a weakness, memories can become weapons, and the line between monster and human is thinner than anyone dares to believe. Not everyone gets to be a hero.
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