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STREETS RAISED ME

“Warri, I be real Warri pikin — na we go later run all streets.” In the hot-blooded streets of Warri, ten-year-old Tony Black learns early that silence is a weapon, observation is power, and the streets remember everything. Born to a prayerful mother and a calculating father with hidden political ambitions, Tony’s world is a collision of sermons and secrets, love and lawlessness. When a casual prank at school pulls him into the orbit of Tega—an older boy with access to a growing network of petty criminals—Tony’s life begins to slide into the shadows. But this isn’t a fast fall. His journey is slow, quiet, and sharp. From delivering coded packages and watching criminal exchanges to sketching maps of escape routes and memorizing the timing of patrols, Tony doesn’t rush to be part of the street. He studies it like a chessboard. As years pass, what starts with stealing snacks and setting teachers up for chaos evolves into secret meetings, betrayal, and gang loyalty tests. The streets harden him. Cults rise around him. And when his father pulls him into a web of political manipulation—using his son’s street status for campaign muscle—Tony begins to realize he’s no longer just a pawn. He’s a weapon being sharpened on both sides. But loyalty breaks. Tega—the boy who first opened the street door to him—betrays him in a moment that changes everything. Tony switches sides, rises higher, and starts to see the value of moving alone. "Blood of the Street" is a coming-of-age crime saga about betrayal, survival, power, and transformation. It captures the brutal poetry of growing up in a city where gang signs speak louder than school bells, and where the smartest player doesn’t always carry a gun—sometimes, he carries silence. This is not just a story about crime. It’s about legacy. About how boys become legends… and how legends become feared. (Warning: This novel is a work of fiction. It contains mature themes including crime, violence, cult activity, and moral conflict, all portrayed for the purpose of storytelling, cultural reflection, and character development. The book does not promote or glorify illegal behavior, but rather seeks to explore the psychological, societal, and emotional consequences of crime and betrayal, especially among youths growing up in challenging environments. The protagonist’s journey from innocence to criminal entanglement is portrayed as a complex evolution shaped by personal choices, betrayal, systemic failure, and environmental pressure. All characters, organizations, and events are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or incidents is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.) (Content Advisory: This is a fictional story intended for mature audiences. It contains themes related to personal struggle, societal pressure, street life, and the consequences of poor choices. The characters and events are entirely fictional and are not meant to encourage or glorify illegal behavior of any kind. The story follows the emotional, mental, and environmental challenges faced by young people growing up in high-pressure environments. Its aim is to raise awareness, spark conversation, and deliver a powerful narrative, not to promote violence or crime. Reader guidance is advised for younger audiences.)
Blackboi1997 · 190 Views

My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 177.7k Views

The Tales of Shadow

In a city where crime flows like currents of the ocean due to the unfortunate death of a hero who kept the balance. They say. 'Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire,' But in this, 'Darkness with Darkness'. He didn't just have darkness by his side, he had the types of equipment that put the fear of God into Demons. They called him Shadow, The Fury of the Gods. But, even legends have their end. One day he died protecting the city and fighting with a smile on his face, and for years this city has been defenseless. Jason Jordan. Ophan, his mother died shortly after giving birth to his younger sister, he grew up with his father until one day he disappeared mysteriously. Life went on relatively well until one day he came across a hidden room in a suspicious part of their home, and there it was, The Lair of Shadow. On that day, Jason discovered his father's secret identity as Shadow, The Fury of the Gods. The excitement of such a discovery led him to do something unthinkable. The thrill lasted for a short while but got cut short. Jason made the unfortunate mistake of involving his sister and was faced with a choice; use this power to protect the one you love the most or watch her die. and on that day he became Shadow, accepting his father's inheritance and making it his responsibility to bring order back to his city. Join Jason Jordan as he encounters threats, discovers hidden secrets of the world, facing the reality that there's more to life than meets the eye, while embracing the identity of Shadow and teaming up with heroes alike who fight for the same cause. Would you fight or would you die.
_Sunni · 958 Views