knotting bells

Max Futé and Avery “Smitty” Schmidt are both doctors who work for the Washington Bureau of Intelligence and Security. They’ve settled into a comfortable relationship, and although Max assures him otherwise, Smitty is waiting for the other shoe to drop. That will be when Charles Browne, Max’s former lover, realizes what he’s let slip through his fingers and comes to take Max back.<br><br>Although Charles had enjoyed having Max in his bed, he’s always declared he wasn’t gay. And finding solace with other men after Max left him had nothing to do with ... anything. Now, however, he’s found a woman who ticks all his boxes in spite of her somewhat kinky tastes.<br><br>Will Santa give them each what they want most this Christmas?

When you hear a bell, what comes to your mind? A joyous and exciting celebration, right? But what if it turned the tables upside down? Run! Before it catches you, hide when the bell starts to ring or else, you'll face the tragic ending of your life.

Thomas dies under the Paris Métro—Subway-kun, as the internet would say—and wakes in Lutetia Parisiorum, a city of bells, bones, and living myths. The river Sequana offers terms: take the power, keep the ledger, pay the cost. With a fused core of shadow (his Confluence), Thomas binds fallen foes as Umbrae, fights with stealth and precision, and braves Catacomb penalties when quests go wrong. In this city, every choice is priced—Credit for clean saves, Debt for collateral—and the ledger quietly changes his odds. Family comes first: Christian, Patricia, and big brother Thibault. And a sharp, skeptical girl named Michelle might, eventually, matter too. Progression fantasy with status panes [SEQ], Parisian myth, capture mechanics, and a rule-bending trump card. No harem. Just a cold mind learning where mercy beats math.

After discovering her fiancé’s infidelity, Hailey Kim (Ha-eun) leaves behind her American life to spend Christmas in Seoul, hoping to heal and reconnect with her roots. As she settles in for a quiet holiday season, she’s startled to run into Joon Seo, her former high school bully. To her surprise, Joon has changed in ways she never expected—his once-mischievous charm now layered with a warmth that feels oddly comforting. In the spirit of the season, they cross path, and Hailey finds herself drawn to him, feeling the joy of Christmas with each moment they share. But as memories from their past resurface, she wonders if she can forgive old wounds or if their new connection is just a temporary spark.

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Bruce Wellsbecker, a lonely high school boy, is living with his step-mom in the country side, close by to a small town, hidden away in Arkansas. His mom died tragically after leaving with the baby, to get away from his psycho dad. He makes friends, gets some enemies, and goes through a lot more hell than anticipated when school started back up. The monsters ready to come up, giving you signs you don't take a second glance at until it's too late ,and you've already met the one giving them.

I run down the hall, bells ringing in my ear. Footsteps chase me as I scream in fear. I wake up from my nightmare and go down the hall towards my mothers room. Then, the bells go off and footsteps chase me.....

> He died for a kingdom that never loved him. Now he’s back to decide whether it deserves to exist at all. Thirteen Crowns once ruled creation—relics of forgotten gods, each granting unimaginable power at a terrible cost. Twelve were sealed by divine decree. The Thirteenth was buried with a prince who never mattered… until the kingdom’s bells broke their silence. Erevan Veyra was executed for treason and erased from every chronicle. Now resurrected by the Crown of Nihil, he returns as a paradox: half-dead, half-god, fully done with destiny. But vengeance is never clean. Old allies call him abomination, priests whisper his name in fear, and the Queen who condemned him prays he never remembers the truth. The Thirteenth Crown whispers in his mind, urging him to consume, to erase, to end everything. And Erevan—witty, broken, beautiful in his damnation—can’t decide whether to save the kingdom that killed him… or finish the gods’ work by deleting it entirely. A dark, lyrical fantasy laced with wit, guilt, and resurrection — Thirteen Bells Before God is where revenge becomes redemption, and forgiveness demands blood. --- Character Profile: Prince Erevan of Veyra Full Name: Erevan Veyra Title: The Thirteenth Prince / The Forsaken Son / The Bearer of Nihil Age (at death): 24 Apparent Age (after resurrection): 24, but with faint cracks of age around the eyes — time doesn’t touch him normally anymore. Gender: Male Affiliation: None (formerly the Royal House of Veyra) Status: Officially executed for treason; secretly resurrected by the Thirteenth Crown. --- Physical Description Erevan has sharp, aristocratic features made uncanny by death’s echo — pale skin with faint silver undertones, black hair that glints violet under moonlight, and eyes like fractured mirrors that shimmer when the Crown whispers. His voice carries a quiet mockery of life, smooth but heavy, as if the air itself resists leaving his lungs. --- Personality Erevan is a paradox: sardonic yet melancholic, vengeful yet oddly compassionate. His humor is razor-dry — the kind that cuts both ways. He’s the kind of man who can joke at his own funeral but weep at a child’s prayer. Key Traits: Dark wit masking grief. Fierce empathy for the powerless. Disdain for hypocrisy, especially the “holy.” Unpredictable moral compass — sometimes hero, sometimes judge. --- Abilities (Crown of Nihil) Null Veil: Can erase magic, light, or sound within a radius; total silence becomes his shield. Memory Leech: By touching someone, he can consume memories, storing them as ghostly echoes. Existence Unravel: At full resonance, Erevan can erase matter or souls from reality — though each use erases a piece of himself in return. Crown’s Whisper: The Crown of Nihil can “speak,” tempting him to consume and forget. He resists — for now. --- Weakness Every act of erasure deletes part of who he was — his laughter, his memories, even his name. If he keeps using the Crown unchecked, the world will survive, but Erevan won’t. --- Backstory Erevan was the Thirteenth son — ignored by destiny, loved by none, until he uncovered the Crown buried beneath the palace chapel. When his brothers discovered his secret, they framed him for regicide. He was executed at dawn. And the Crown — out of pity, or malice — brought him back. Now he walks again, half-ghost, half-god, to decide if the kingdom deserves saving… or deletion. --- Core Theme > “To kill a monster, one must first name it. But what happens when the monster has your name?”

After a decade of devotion, my partner—freshly retired from military service—had at last come back to wed me. However, while exploring his old device, I discovered 512 GB of messages brimming with yearning for another person. Despite her blocking him, the red alerts didn't deter him from sending lengthy notes and amorous video declarations to her. With a heavy heart, I went to the medical center to retrieve my pre-wedding health report, only to witness him on bended knee, offering a ring and pleading: "Zolenn, I abandoned my aspirations for you. I simply ask that you keep the baby! If

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!