Whispers Dark Plots Descending Desires
Embarking on the remnants and consequences of ancient wars, while a new world begins. When everyone is raised among the conspiracies of mafia families, magic and adventures through space. With the passages through dimensions, between time and space, between death and moments of life, that will take him beyond the beginning of life by encountering those who died, then returning, when Tsuki now solves all the problems, he is sought to resolve them, between looking for those people who fit that description, when thinking about their strengths, even those who were the most vivid. Tsuki is the greatest detective in the world, even though he is in the middle of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same trips he took at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, at that time, with each of his loves, now that he had great power. Even now, when he discovered when those who sought justice and revenge, the dead and their signs returned to the world of the living, sought his help, there was that time, part of him, part of his DNA, so since he always thought that she admired fairy tales, from horror to mysteries. Even though whoever dies before had no meaning, it doesn't mean he wasn't murdered, it means he wasn't found, what happened between the stakes, where he put everything there. In their journey through the planets, when Tsuki, a hero who went to meet Darkness, the sovereign of Akropolis, became involved in games of control. All of them are increasingly involved, amidst their plans to conquer the cosmos, expanding their power, towards several planets. Now, both Tsuki, who is a hero of a stellar organization, is involved in games of power and seduction, embarking on a game of power, control and intrigue, exploring the cosmos, amid tales where they are always playing with their bodies. In the midst of fighting in the galaxies and stars, everyone is immersed in a game of intrigue, pleasure amid plans of manipulation, control of the cosmos, a warm bed in the middle of a sweaty body, in battles for the galaxies. In which some time ago, with the arrival of a new power that is spreading towards other planets. It all begins with a plan to control the lord of the universe, in which someone who is an influential businessman, who embarks on a stellar adventure.
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Chapter 3
Tsuki Miki ran towards the bathroom, unable to hold it in any longer. It was there that he heard Astro-Star flying towards the cave. He couldn't stop vomiting. He heard more than one footstep; it was someone else...
- Tsuki Miki. – It was Dick, who had his hands on her shoulders.
After Tsuki Miki finished vomiting in the toilet, he turned around.
"You've been drinking," said Astro-Star. "All week."
"Are you still thinking about traveling?" – It was a strange question asked by the Man of Steel.
"It's not the end of the month yet," Tsuki Miki said. "But I'm not feeling well," she added. "Something in the drink," Tsuki Miki said.
"A hangover, at best, isn't really a bad thing," said Astro-Star. "But that's no reason to worry about it."
"Do you intend to kill yourself from drinking so much?" Artemis asked, appearing beside them.
"What do you want here?" he asked, wiping his mouth with toilet paper and standing up. He was wearing only brown pyjama's.
"I left the Warriors, go away!" Tsuki Miki said, staggering.
"I'm no longer useful to the Warriors Society of Heroes," Tsuki Miki said. "I'm out."
"We thought you knew," said Astro-Star, accompanying him around the cave.
"That was shown in every city," said Tsuki Miki.
Some lights were out, and the computer screen was flickering; there was little lighting, and the cave and the mansion were in semi-darkness.
Tsuki Miki slumped towards the chair away from the computer on a corner table, his head aching, he was a mess, there was a large travel backpack packed in the corner, his temple was throbbing.
- God... – Tsuki Miki said. - Crap.
He had to go to the company right away, waiting for some demons to start acting as mediators and representatives, both for bets and as messengers of Darkness.
All the demons, some of them former enemies and henchmen, were conspiring to bring them together, but no matter how much Tsuki said she wasn't interested, it had no effect.
On another day, when he was approached at his mansion.
During a visit from his former associates at the Warriors Society.
"I would say yes, Tsuki Miki," said Artemis.
Tsuki Miki looked at himself in the mirror, deep dark circles under his eyes. Luckily, Gerard was traveling; he wouldn't see him, with his beard needing a shave and his hair dishevelled.
Anyone who tried to lure Dark-Dragon out of his cave would have had a field day in Gotham, but apparently, no one could drag him out of his lair.
"I'm tired," said Tsuki Miki.
"We're having problems," Artemis said.
"You can have all the problems you want, but I'm leaving the Warriors," said Tsuki Miki.
"I trained you, Dick, enough to succeed me," said Tsuki Miki.
"I'm not going to help," said Tsuki Miki.
"There's another Dark-Dragon doing the job," said Tsuki Miki.
"But not even a word of advice?" Astro-Star asked.
Tsuki Miki looked towards the Astro-Star.
"No," he said.
"I want to be left alone," said Tsuki Miki.
"There are so many heroes and vigilantes in Gotham," said Tsuki Miki.
"I trained most, if not all, of them," Tsuki Miki said. "You'll figure out what to do eventually."
They looked at each other and left the cave.
Tsuki Miki stared towards a computer, he waited a few minutes, then, when he waited until no one returned, that's when he turned on a computer, which then displayed several screens, each showing one of the heroes from the cities.
- Idiots. – Said Tsuki Miki.
"Fools," he said.
Within the first week that followed, almost at the end of Friday, all the heroes are included, two centuries before the current events, heroes from each superhero city, will be able to kill seven innocents, from the first to the last, the one they kill must be an innocent without sin.
Everyone there was on edge , constantly irritated, and there was a clock ticking away the time.
Heroes, gods, villains, and everyone there saw and heard what the gods said.
"Interesting," said Luther . "I couldn't have done better."
In a bar full of villains...
Lutheran was sitting there at a table, with poker cards and smoking a cigar.
Lutheran looked around, realizing they wanted heroes to kill, and who was he to not help, to turn Astro-Star into a villain.
"I bet Astro-Star will succumb," he said.
Joker and some villains gathered around a round table, chatting and playing poker, surrounded by smokers and underworld villains.
"I bet I can get Dark-Dragon to kill," said the clown prince of crime.
"The hero is the one who benefits from this, not us," said Mr. Freeze, "besides killing for money."
"I don't see Dark-Dragon killing people around here, not even for money," said Mr. Freeze.
"Actually, I only see a Dark-Dragon, but I don't know if this is the original," said Penguin.
"Even if he needed to," said Penguin.
"But did you notice something, Joker ?" Poison Ivy asked.
"What, darling?" the clown asked.
"We haven't seen him for weeks," said the green woman.
"You, like all of us, know that what we have here isn't the original," Poison said.
"And you know he doesn't kill," said Crocodile.
"But we don't know about this new one," said Riddler.
"He had thousands of opportunities to kill you and he didn't, and it was free," said Penguin. "Why would he kill an innocent person, even now, for money?"
"Power corrupts, doesn't it?" asked the Riddler. "And greed makes you do crazy things."
"We can play around a bit, make them angry enough to cause a complication and drive them crazy to the point of killing and taking it out on an innocent person," said the Riddler.
"Does murder by mistake count?" Riddler asked.
"Come on, let's see who the biggest lunatic is, the one who caused so much chaos that they drove them insane. That would be you," said the Riddler.
"Since we're not doing anything," said Riddler. "Why not?" asked Nygma.
"You wouldn't do it for money?" he said. "Did you see that amount?" Two-Face asked. "It's 700 billion dollars and 30 gold bars," he said. "That would make anyone greedy," he added.
"What would we gain from him killing?" Joker asked. "Besides, of course, seeing him kill an innocent person," he said. "Come on, folks, let's watch the circus burn down."
"He could split the money with us if we found the victim," Nygma proposed.
"Since when would any hero share money with us?" Crocodile asked.
"Why not?" Nygma asked.
"Because if someone kills an innocent person, since when would they care about not killing us?" Harley Queen asked, appearing.
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
8.1
She thought patience would earn her love.
She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.
8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?