This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic lang ge, and adult themes intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is strongly
advised. Not suitable for individuals under the age of 18.
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[The more Powerstones, the more Sexual content
you will get]
Date- 29-03-2012
Day- Thursday
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In the silent confines of a private laboratory tucked in a quiet corner of the city, Dr. Auren Vale, a 30-year-old biochemical scientist, sat hunched over his desk. Surrounded by vials, ancient texts, and quantum equations scribbled across a dozen whiteboards, he stared into the swirling crimson liquid in a glass vial.
His eyes, bloodshot from sleepless nights, glinted with twisted satisfaction.
"It's done…" he whispered to himself, voice hoarse.
This wasn't just any potion. It was the culmination of his decade-long secret obsession—a Potion of Lust. One drop was enough to unleash uncontrollable desire in any human, breaking even the strongest wills.
Auren wasn't an evil man. Just… lonely. Socially awkward. Too obsessed with science to care for relationships. Too shy to ask. Too deep in his lust-driven fantasies to hold back anymore.
And tonight, he would test it.
He reached for his phone and, with trembling fingers, messaged the one person he'd secretly desired for years—his colleague from the BioTech division, Dr. Elira West.
> "Hey Elira, could we go over the neural compound trials? Got some interesting findings to share. I'll be home tonight if you're free."
Auren smiled bitterly after hitting send. Of course, it was a lie. He didn't care about neural compounds tonight.
Elira was beautiful—dark red hair cascading to her back, intelligent green eyes, and a sharp tongue that intimidated most men. But Auren? He admired her. Desired her.
And tonight, he intended to take her.
He tucked the vial into his coat pocket, took a deep breath, and stepped outside into the night.
The skies were already brooding, and within seconds, rain began to pour like nature itself was trying to cleanse the sin in his heart. His footsteps splashed against the sidewalk as he neared his apartment—just 20 steps away.
Just 20 more... and I'll finally have her.
Lightning flashed above. Thunder cracked like divine warning. And just as Auren stepped off the curb—
BLAZING LIGHT. SCREECHING TIRES.
A truck appeared out of nowhere, horn blaring, unable to brake in time.
Time slowed.
Auren's eyes widened. The vial in his coat began to glow faintly.
This isn't how it was supposed to end...!
Then—darkness.
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Silence.
Then—light.
A blinding, pure white light that stretched endlessly in every direction. There were no walls, no floors—just space that breathed peace.
Auren blinked, slowly lifting himself. His body was weightless, yet solid. He looked down—no blood, no wounds. His lab coat was gone. Only a white, tunic-like robe wrapped around him.
"Am I... dead?"
His voice echoed in the emptiness. There was no answer. Just the haunting repetition of his words bouncing off invisible walls.
Then, suddenly—
A wind swirled from nowhere. Light condensed, folding into a form.
And then it stood before him.
A radiant figure, ten feet tall, clothed in flowing silver robes. Wings of translucent gold fanned out behind its back. Its face glowed—no mouth, no eyes, but Auren felt it watching him.
"You are Auren Vale," it said. Its voice was everywhere, like a song echoing in the stars.
He stumbled back. "Who—what are you?"
"I am Seraph Elion, servant of the Celestial Plane," the being said calmly. "You have died."
Auren clenched his fists. "But I—I was so close! I didn't even get to—!" He stopped himself, ashamed of what he was about to say.
The seraph's head tilted. "You speak of regret. Lust."
Auren looked down, shame and frustration boiling inside him. "It's not fair. My death—it felt… wrong."
"You are right," Elion said, the tone softening. "Your death was not written. It was a cosmic error. The thread of your fate was severed by mistake."
Auren looked up sharply. "So, I'm not supposed to be here?"
"No," Elion replied. "Your soul is strong, your mind sharp. The realm of mortals has lost a valuable vessel. But all is not lost."
A glowing scroll materialized between them. Sigils floated along its surface like liquid stardust.
"We offer you a choice," Elion continued. "Be reborn in another world—a world ruled not by machines and logic, but by magic, monsters, and mystery."
Auren's eyes widened.
"You will inhabit the body of a man who shares your name, a 20-year-old warrior whose soul faded in a forest ambush. Your knowledge, your will… all will remain."
"Will I still be me?" Auren asked, voice shaking.
"In heart and mind—yes. But the world you awaken in will not recognize you. There, you may find new purpose. New sins. Or redemption."
Auren hesitated only a moment. His old life was gone. And maybe, just maybe, in this new world…
He could have everything he'd always longed for.
"I accept," he said firmly.
The scroll vanished.
Elion raised a hand. "Then awaken, Auren of the Forgotten Flame. And forge your destiny anew."
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Auren gasped, sucking in air like a man who had drowned. His chest rose sharply, and he bolted upright, every nerve in his body firing off at once.
Pain. Heat. Confusion.
His eyes darted around wildly, heart hammering in his chest.
No grass.
No sky.
No twin suns.
He was… in a room.
A bed.
A soft mattress beneath him, warm blankets tangled around his legs. The ceiling above was wooden, aged, with hanging herbs swaying gently near the window. Sunlight poured through the thin curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the room.
He blinked.
"Where…?"
His voice was dry. Coarse. Real.
Then he felt it—a presence. Sitting quietly at his bedside.
His head turned slowly.
There, resting with her back against the chair, was a woman. Her chest moved with the steady rhythm of sleep. She had long, silky brown hair that spilled across her shoulders and full, red lips that looked soft even in rest.
Her body… was curvy. Very curvy.
The white cloth blouse she wore was straining around her full chest, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her waist dipped into wide hips, and her legs were tucked modestly to the side, but Auren could still make out the outline of her shapely figure beneath the soft morning light.
His blood stirred.
Who… is she?