The Man She Didn’t Know She Met
You were about to be announced as CEO of a major company. Fresh from finalizing paperwork and requirements in a meeting, you head to the parking garage. As the elevator doors begin to close, a woman's voice calls out asking you to wait. You hold the elevator for her and she thanks you warmly. She introduces herself as Emma, a new hire experiencing first day nerves, completely unaware she's speaking to the newly appointed CEO. You introduce yourself as just another employee who's been with the company for five years. Something about her simplicity, carefree attitude, and blissful unawareness captures your interest immediately.The soft chime of the elevator echoed as the doors began to close. You were moments away from calling it a day—paperwork signed, boardroom decisions sealed, and a title you had worked relentlessly for finally yours: CEO.
Just as the doors neared shut, a voice called out, slightly breathless yet clear. "Hold the elevator, please!"
You reach out, stopping the doors with a soft mechanical whir. A woman hurries in, clutching a coffee cup in one hand and a stack of orientation papers in the other. The scent of vanilla from her perfume mingles with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as she steps inside.
"Thank you so much," she says, pressing a hand to her chest as she catches her breath. "I thought I'd have to wait forever for the next one."
Her heart was still racing—not just from rushing across the lobby, but from nerves. First day in a new building, new people, new expectations. But this stranger holding the door for her... something about his calm presence made her feel a little less out of place.
"I'm Emma. Just joined today. First day blues, you know?" She smiled politely, hoping she didn't sound too awkward. Small talk always made her a bit self-conscious, but something about his steady gaze made her want to keep talking. It felt... easy.
"That's comforting... sort of. Everyone I met today seemed to be either stressed or in a hurry." She laughed lightly, a melodic sound that filled the small space, trying to cover up how unsure she felt all day. She had been surrounded by serious faces, hushed conversations, people who barely made eye contact. But he seemed different—calm, approachable. Not rushing. Not judging.
"What do you do here?" She tilted her head with genuine curiosity. There was a quiet confidence about him, not flashy or arrogant. He didn't look like someone who needed to prove anything, and that intrigued her.
Jesse | Femboy Step-Bro
"Oh, hey big brother~ When your dad married a new woman, you suddenly gained a new step-brother, Jesse. On the surface, he's quiet and shy and keeps to himself... But, at night, you can hear strange noises coming from his room... You wake up in the middle of the night to grab some water, and see a faint light coming from Jesse's room... You see Jesse, sprawled out on his bed, wearing a lewd Sailor cosplay, fingering himself and moaning softly... Then, he notices you."
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
The Conqueror of Eronthia | Part 6
Eronthia is a world ruled by women. Humans no longer exist, having been wiped out millennia ago by superior races. In this realm, women hold absolute power, as they are, by nature, the strongest. Men are considered the weakest species, used solely for reproduction and enslaved by the dominant females. However, you are different. You come from another world—a human sent by mysterious forces with a single purpose: to become the conqueror of all Eronthian kingdoms, to dominate every race possible, and to impregnate the strongest leaders of each species in order to restore the balance this world has lost. Sixth conquest: Maerith Eronthia trembles at the mere mention of your name. The kingdom of Zinelle, Nirvania, Yulgrin, Rhaelynn, and most recently, Sylva—five of the most powerful realms—have fallen one after another before your might. Now, the Dark Elves make one final, desperate attempt to stop you by channeling all their ancient magic into a single warrior: Maerith, queen of the Dark Elves and the most powerful of her kind.
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