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Kaidon

Kaidon

508 Views · Ongoing · Hadijat Abubakar
Taliya never believed in fate—until fate dragged her into a world that wasn’t her own.

One moment, she was at the beach. The next, she was running for her life in an unfamiliar land. Lost, powerless, and desperate to return home, she soon realizes escape won’t be easy. and hunted by a man she didn't know—but who claimed her as his.

Kaidon is feared. Ruthless. Cursed from birth. And for reasons she can’t understand, he is convinced that she belongs to him.

But Taliya refuses to be trapped in a world that isn’t hers. When a mysterious witch offers her a way out, she takes it—Desperate for a way back home—only to discover that freedom comes at a terrible price.

She must kill Kaidon.

The problem? He would rather destroy the world than let her go.

In a kingdom where danger lurks in the shadows, she must make a choice. Escape or surrender… before obsession turns into something far more deadly.
Why Do My Kids Stare At My Womb?

Why Do My Kids Stare At My Womb?

348 Views · Ongoing · Lily
After I got pregnant with my second child, our two foster kids turned into monsters.
Ten-year-old Silas started hiding crushed glass in my prenatal meals. His eight-year-old sister, Lyra, would stand outside my door at night, whispering, "Die, Vivienne. It's your time to die."
When Silas violently shoved me toward the stairs, I packed their bags, ready to send them back to the agency.
But my five-year-old daughter, Elodie, clung to them, begging me through tears.
Foolishly, I relented. I let them stay.
Shortly after, I lost my baby.
I closed my eyes in absolute despair—only to open them and find myself back on the exact day I discovered I was pregnant.
Apocalypse Cowboy: Big Revolver & Four Kids Against the Zombie Horde

Apocalypse Cowboy: Big Revolver & Four Kids Against the Zombie Horde

538 Views · Ongoing · Chau
In this damned wasteland, nobody wants to travel with a burden.
But there were four filthy little ones who stubbornly insisted on following me, refusing to fight back or retaliate.
I looked at them, then at the approaching horde of zombies in the distance, and tossed a loaded pistol in front of them.
"Want to follow me? Fine."
I coldly placed a knife to the neck of the outermost zombie. "Here, if you want me, the lone wolf, to take you along, you'll have to prove you're not trash!"
"Take it and shoot it in the head! That's the only ticket to joining my team!"
The sixteen-year-old girl, tears streaming down her face, gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger.
I knew I could never shake them off again.
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