My Twin Is a Void Lord? I Still Pinched Him Into Submission
I was the supreme architect of reality. Now I'm trapped in a womb with my twin brother Jaden, and he's already trying to kill me.
Born with a Void Lord core, Jaden is a gluttonous black hole that started draining my life force before I even had eyelids. Unfortunately for him, my ancient soul came with me. I crushed his consciousness, chained his dark power, and established the only rule that matters: Sister is God.
Three years later, he's a whimpering, chocolate-donut-obsessed mess who cries when I threaten to cancel snack time. I've got a demonic shadow bird enforcing my orders and a mother who has no idea her adorable daughter is secretly terrifying.
But when assassins hunting my family corner us in the forest, I have to stop playing cute. They see a toddler in pink overalls. I show them what an architect of reality looks like.
My twin is a Void Lord destined to consume worlds. He still flinches when I raise an eyebrow. Some hierarchies are eternal.
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Chapter 8
Emerson adjusted the small woven basket on her back. She held a sharp stick, poking through the damp underbrush of the high forest overlooking their town.
Jaden trailed three steps behind her. He was sucking loudly on a cherry lollipop, carrying a smaller basket entirely filled with crackers and cheese.
"Emmy, why are we out here?" Jaden whined, swatting at a mosquito. "The candy shop in town has a sale today."
"Because Mom's old scar hurts when it rains," Emerson said, her eyes scanning the roots of a massive pine. "I need Moon-grass to synthesize a painkiller."
Before Jaden could complain again, the sky tore open.
A deafening sonic boom rattled Emerson's teeth. The ground vibrated.
Both children snapped their heads up. Tearing through the low clouds was a massive, armored Aether-skiff. Thick black smoke billowed from its engines. The side hull had been blown wide open by heavy artillery, blue electricity sparking wildly from the exposed wires.
Jaden dropped his lollipop in the dirt. "Whoa. Big metal bird."
Emerson grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him violently behind a massive boulder. "Shut up. Suppress your mana signature. Now."
The skiff clipped the tops of the pine trees, snapping trunks like twigs. It slammed into the earth two hundred yards away, carving a deep trench of destroyed earth before grinding to a halt.
The shockwave blasted dirt and splinters into the air. Emerson threw up a localized wind barrier, deflecting the shrapnel away from their faces.
Through the settling dust, the skiff's mangled door was kicked open.
A young man crawled out. His expensive silk robes were shredded and soaked in blood. He clutched a reinforced metal briefcase to his chest.
A second man, built like a brick wall but missing his left arm below the elbow, dragged himself out after him.
The bodyguard spat a mouthful of blood onto the grass. "Master Cade, run. The Rogue Warlocks are right behind us."
Cade looked around wildly, his chest heaving. "The communication array is slag. We have nowhere to run, Forrest."
Behind the boulder, Emerson watched with cold detachment. She had no intention of getting involved in a gang war.
Then, the sunlight caught the emblem embroidered on Cade's ruined chest piece.
Two crossed swords, hovering beneath three stars.
Emerson's perfect memory retrieved the data instantly. It was the exact same crest carved into the Storage Ring Kamala kept hidden in her drawer.
The Conrad Dynasty.
Mom's family, Emerson realized. Her eyes narrowed.
High above, five sharp shrieks pierced the air. Five figures riding dark shadow-brooms descended rapidly, surrounding the crash site. They wore bone-white skull masks.
The leader, radiating Master-tier magic, laughed. It sounded like grinding glass. "Run, little Conrad. Run like the dog you are."
Cade gritted his teeth. He pulled a snapped wand from his belt, his hand shaking, preparing to die fighting.
Jaden tugged on Emerson's sleeve. "Emmy, those mask guys are ugly. Can we go home now?"
Emerson let out a slow breath. She unbuckled her foraging basket and set it on the ground.
"No," Emerson said. "That man might be my uncle."
She stepped out from behind the boulder, her blue eyes turning icy. "And they interrupted my foraging."
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They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
7.2
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen.
Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check at Blaire's bleeding face, calling her a calculating gold digger.
That night, Blaire overheard a conversation in the family study that shattered her entire reality.
"Once she gives birth to the Lane family's seed, we'll stage an accident, drain her blood, and transplant her healthy heart into your chest."
Her adoptive mother and Danita were celebrating the success of their trap. She wasn't an adopted daughter; she was a living organ bank and a disposable surrogate. Even her adoptive brother, Calhoun, knew everything, trapping her in the dark hallways with a sick, possessive obsession to ensure she never escaped.
The horrific truth suffocated her. The family that had taken her in had raised her like livestock for slaughter. How could they smile at her every day while planning to carve out her heart?
Terrified but burning with a desperate will to survive, Blaire swallowed a Plan B pill to ruin their surrogate plot and fled the estate. To get the money and power she needed to crush her adoptive family, she pulled out Kamryn Lane's business card. This time, she would make a deal with the devil.
8.5
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
8.1
He was powerful.
He was terrifying.
Said to be cruel and unjust...
8.6
Aubree pushed Ezra down the grand staircase, crippling the only man who silently protected her.
She thought she was finally escaping his control to be with her true love, Foster Newton.
But she had no idea it was a vicious trap meticulously set by Newton and her sweet, innocent cousin, Brandi.
Once Ezra was driven out of New York in despair, Aubree's life became a living hell. Her father completely disowned her. Brandi smoothly took over her home and her millions in inheritance.
"You were just a stepping stone for us, Aubree."
That was the last thing Newton sneered before leaving her to die.
Lying on the freezing floor, her warm blood pooling in her palms, Aubree finally saw the horrifying truth. She had destroyed her own family and ruined the one man who genuinely cared for her, all for a pair of greedy parasites.
Endless regret and suffocating hatred consumed her fading consciousness. Why was she so blind? Why did she let them manipulate her into destroying her own life?
Then, her eyes snapped open.
A violent wave of dizziness hit her. She looked down at her pale, flawless hands. There were no deep cuts. There was no sticky blood.
She was back. She had miraculously returned to the exact night she pushed Ezra, just two hours before his private jet was scheduled to leave forever.
Hearing her father's furious roar outside her bedroom door, Aubree didn't cower.
She wiped the smeared makeup from her face, her eyes turning dead cold. This time, she was going to make Ezra stay, and she was going to send those leeches straight to hell.
9.4
Dorene survived a terrifying night with a bleeding, dangerous intruder in her hotel penthouse, only to receive a far more devastating blow the next morning.
A black and gold envelope arrived. It was an engagement invitation. Her boyfriend of seven years, Kadyn, was marrying her sweet, innocent best friend, Dolly.
Refusing to hide, Dorene crashed the gala in a blood-red gown. But Dolly was ready. Grabbing Dorene's wrists, Dolly purposely threw herself backward into a tower of champagne glasses, shrieking about her stomach and her unborn baby.
"If anything happens to Dolly or my child, I swear to God, I will destroy you!"
Kadyn roared, holding the weeping Dolly in the broken glass. He didn't ask a single question. He branded Dorene a jealous monster. To completely break her dignity, he publicly handed her over to the city's most notorious, sleazy playboy just to appease Dolly's fake tears.
"Give him a shot," Kadyn told her coldly.
Seven years of love were ground into the marble floor. She was framed, publicly humiliated, and discarded like trash by the two people she trusted most.
Dorene didn't shed a single tear. She gave them a smile of pure, freezing mockery and walked out of the gilded cage into the freezing Manhattan night. She didn't know that as she left, the lethal, blood-stained man from her penthouse was watching from the shadows, ready to help her burn their world to the ground.