Whiskey Pocket Flask

"Music, film, painting, calligraphy, sculpture, literature..." "You know all this?" "Just a bit." "You mean, you know a bit about all of these?" "Yes, I know quite a bit about all of them." With the System in his pocket, he conquers the world through art, becoming the crownless king that all realms worship.

Waking from his sleep, Yue Feng found himself the owner of a fishing gear store on the brink of bankruptcy, and his time travel had landed him a rather "awkward" career as well as a system to assist him, From then on, the small town had a fishing gear store that wasn’t large in scale but had quite the reputation, With the blessing of the system (cheat), Yue Feng started livestreaming and playing the internet celebrity game to great success. Traditional fishing? Yue Feng played with the Seven-star float in the weed beds so divinely. Sitting platform fishing? He was the contestant who ascended to the rank of Special Level Competitive Fishing Master at the speed of light. Lure fishing? To him, catching a kilogram-class tarpon was just a beginner's move, and even meter-long silver dragons were nothing more than a dish on the table. Dream Fish Species were like picking things out of his pocket. Deep-sea fishing? He held the world record for the heaviest single-tail bluefin spearfish. There aren’t many sports in this world that can make a weathered adult as happy as a child, and fishing is definitely one of them. Let us witness the rise of a fishing god who achieved the pinnacle by fishing (cheating)!

Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and narcissistic——- Cut! Cut! Cut! Take two, and do it over. Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and wisest immortal in the realm of peace and harmony. Her two fathers doted on her, and she had a generous supply of resources and pills. Her life was perfect. However, her perfect life came to an abrupt end when Luo Huian, an immortal whose responsibility was to bring peace to those who had reached their ends and had run out of faith—— Watched a man jump down a building. Because of her inflexible beliefs and sense of justice, she did not save the bully. Unfortunately, that man was the son of the heavens. The loss of his life brought infinite trouble in Luo Huian’s life and she was punished by the heavens. She was sent to the world of humans where she had to rescue at least five hundred people by saving their lives when they were at the end of their wits. For an immortal this was an easy job, right? Wrong. Her grandmother sent Luo Huian to a world where Gloom Rocks had wrecked chaos. Beasts and monsters were given birth to by the Gloom Rocks that sucked every ounce of happiness from humans. This world was dominated by hunters who could kill the beasts with the powers that they had awakened. And in this cutthroat world, Luo Huian got the short end of the stick. She woke up in the body of an F-class hunter! Dang it. If that wasn’t worse enough, the previous owner had confessed to her cousin-in-law and was kicked out of the family. Double frog in the hot crock. With not a single penny in her pocket Luo Huian goes out to complete her mission. But what would happen when Luo Huian who was an F-class hunter annihilated the Z-class Glooms and Hollows that even the S-class hunters could not? Watch her fend against the dangers and at the same time save the lives of people. But in this small mission, there is a small obstruction —— The three alluring temptations. *********** Resisting the temptation take 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian pushed against the mer who had pushed her down on the bed while sitting on her waist. “Get off.” “I can’t,” answered Qi Yongrui as he took off his shirt. “Daddy Shun said that he is envious of Uncle Wang. He also wants to hold a grandchild. So, wife let's work hard tonight alright?” Luo Huian: Dear Heavens save me, I am a woman of no desire! **** Resisting the temptation take 2: “Do you think he is good looking?” Fan Meilin questioned the woman who stood next to him. Even though he was the one who won the race and the trophy, his wife was looking at the other mer. “Well yes,” Luo Huian, who was an appreciator of beauty, agreed at once. “Why are you asking this though?” Fan Meilin’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her and leaned in closer to her body as he whispered in her ear, “He might be good looking but I am a better driver. Not only on the track but also in bed, do you want to try darling?” Luo Huian: Resist the temptation! At all costs! I am an iron-hearted woman. ***** Resisting the temptation take 3: “Is this necessary?” Luo Huian questioned as she sat on the couch, watching the mer trace his fingers on her curves while she sat in nothing but modern swimwear. The mer nodded as he wrote on his small notepad, “I need to trace every inch of your skin to create my finest creation, so don’t move.” After he finished writing, he handed the notepad to Luo Huian, his fingers brushing against the curve of her bosom, waist and ——— Luo Huian: My virtue is at extreme risk! ** Fl who is trying to do everything to save her virtue from being taken as it would slow down her cultivation X Mls who are trying their best to snatch it from her. *********** Trigger warning: though the book is set in a comedic setting, there might be some uneasy topics that would discuss depression and loneliness. ***********

[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!] [Ding! You get 1 Dirt Block!] Bob the builder! Oop sorry cannot anger the copyright God on summary alone. Ben is a great uncle…. Yes he was living a poor photographer for daily news paper named…. Okay this gonna make the God angry, let’s try again. Ben is your average construction worker, one day he suddenly find himself surrounded by darkness. He was confused how he found himself in here, but a system screen appear in his eyes. [Congratulations you have been choosen as a Crafter] [You get 1 Blockify PickaAxe] [You get 1 crude dimensional pocket]

Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company. But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Kailen Darkhaven's world crumbled when his parents died two years ago in a beast tide invasion in New York City. Alongside slipping into depression that caused his grades in school to drop exponentially, he failed to become an awakened on his sixteenth birthday. Losing his consciousness due to his frail body and a life of poverty one evening in an alleyway on his 17th birthday, he thought he would die, only to wake up in the same alleyway to a shocking holographic screen before him ''Fusion complete, you have obtained a time dilation artifact.. You are too weak, you will be taken into the pocket world of the time dilation artifact to train in 3...2...1....'' Follow Kailen's journey, as he embarks on a journey with this cheat item, to stand at the Zenith of of the Universe. This novel is participating in Webnovel Spirity Awards 2025. Disclaimer : This is purely a work of fiction, any imitation of real names, places ,people or events is purely coincidental .

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

The martial world always remembers legends. There are songs, poems, and paintings dedicated to heroes whose blades split mountains — and villains whose names still terrify children at night. Every generation has its icons, figures whose actions reshape history itself. It does not, however, know what to do with Yeung Ryo. Raised by a master who openly regrets ever meeting him, Ryo is less a disciple and more a walking catastrophe. Part genius, part pest, and pure trouble, his name spreads not through honor or fear — but through exhausted sighs and repair bills. When not being punished for his latest stunt, he can be found robbing rich clans, stuffing his face with stolen buns, or playing hide and seek with his own shadow clones — because why not? With one foot in greatness and the other in nonsense, Ryo has earned a title few in the martial world could ever achieve: The Scourge of the Martial Alliance. Ryo squinted down at the scroll someone had left behind on the desk of the house he had just broken into. “Who the hell wrote this?” he muttered, mouth still full of steamed bun crumbs raining down onto the paper. “Clearly, they got it wrong — I don’t have one foot in greatness…” He grinned wide, voice full of misplaced confidence. “I am greatness!” And with that, he pocketed the scroll, stole another bun, and jumped out the window.

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025

Hera Avery is working several part-time jobs to pay for her university tuition. She is managing her work and love life simultaneously. Her boyfriend, who is a rising celebrity, made her pay for their expensive apartment located in a well-known building. The building is also home to well-known heirs and heiresses. On her boyfriend's birthday and their third anniversary, she returned home to their apartment only to find him with another woman. But what did she get in return? A slap on the face, a breakup and she was evicted from the apartment she was paying with her own money. After being evicted and becoming homeless, she believed things couldn't get any worse. However, her cheating ex-boyfriend's wealthy new girlfriend went further by reaching out to every establishment and persuading them to blacklist her. This caused her to lose her means of living and they even spread rumors that she was obsessed with her former celebrity boyfriend and was attacked by his fans. Having no way out, she gritted her teeth. "Grandpa, I'm willing to inherit the consortium." Old Master Avery laughed heartily after hearing her conviction and sent a bank transfer to Hera. [ You received a $100,000,000,000 money transfer to your account ending in ####] [Note: My dear granddaughter, use this pocket money to treat yourself to anything you desire. Don't be frugal, and if you spend it all, don't hesitate to ask me for more.] Hera was astounded. When her identity was announced, her ex-boyfriend kneeled and cried to her, for her to take him back. The sarcastic Male lead 1: Do you think it's your turn? Look behind. When her ex-boyfriend looked back, he saw influential men lining up with bouquets of roses to woo Hera. The cold Male lead 2: It's your fault for being blind. Cry and beg but you'll have no chance as long as we are here. The brutal and impatient Male lead 3: Do you want me to break your legs?! The entertainment King Male lead 4: You're just a little star but you want to bypass me? The hot-headed Male lead 5: I'll make sure, you'll be shelve. The coquettish Male lead 6: Wifey, they are trying to steal you from me! Seeing the problematic Male leads, Hera felt an incoming headache not knowing what to do. "Let's just go with the flow then!"

Saving people wasn't exactly Shen Yuan's thing, but if you paid him enough to do it, then you'd get yourself a deal. Whether someone lived or died was never his concern, but what end it brought was his job to direct. He was the perfect agent for the military to commission. His job: To wake the great war hero out of his coma. Of course, only after he squeezed their pocket dry did he finally accept. But what would happen if he met his destiny there? And that destiny was the exact thing he was ordered to terminate. Alternate Title: ‘Die for Me’ Schedule: Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at 21:00 GMT+7 A/N: Full story is available at my ko-fi shop page (ko-fi: K_Jira). Your support will help me continue my work as an author and is greatly appreciated!

When a fateful encounter reveals twelve-year-old Maho’s hidden magical gift, she’s offered a place at the prestigious Citadel Academy. But before she can embrace this new destiny, tragedy strikes, leaving her broken and burning with a need for vengeance. Determined to master magic and face the Rune-spawns who took everything from her, Maho steps into a world of power, and secrets. Will she become the hero she longs to be... or be consumed by the power within her? To know more, listen to 'Emberborn' only on Pocket FM!

"You are.....a mystery, unreadable"she says, daring him with her eyes" you don't scare me Vic" He chuckles coldly, playing with the glass of whiskey in his hand ... "Mi belle, your eyes tell a different story " She huffs angrily " your father fucked you up so much that you feel like everyone is out to get you ...." "Don't mention that man in my presence" he roars pushing back his chair. And there it is, the lion hidden in his eyes. Only the cold bastard that gave him life can unleash the beast within him.... A deadly game of fate and bonds, a young man's desire to quench an inner thirst , it's root course is a mystery that has consumed him for as long as he can remember.

"May the new Story become yours — The Last Tattoo Artist of Stories" The story tells about a girl named Calcium, a recluse with no big money in her pocket, drinking ale in a tavern and dreaming of more. But fate itself had descended upon her. She turned out to be a Tattoo Artist of Stories... and the latter, because in the world where she lives, there are only legends about such people, about people who can rewrite their entire lives with just one glance. Our glorious recluse will have to learn about her strength, become stronger, learn about her rewritten history and memory loss, and fight for her life. telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

Imagine stepping through a door and finding yourself in a parallel world where magic is real, demons roam the streets, and your sister is a badass demon slayer who doesn't recognize you. That's exactly what happens to Cole, a 19-year-old kendo enthusiast who suddenly finds himself in a world where cars fly, cats talk, and houses have strong opinions about interior design. Now, armed with incredible powers he doesn't understand and a talking sword that's eager to test its blade, Cole must navigate this bizarre new reality while trying to figure out who he is, where he came from, and how to get back to his own world. Along the way, he'll join forces with his demon-slaying sister (who may or may not try to kill him), face off against grumpy appliances, explore hidden pocket dimensions, and discover that even in a world of magic, the post office is still a soul-crushing experience. Get ready for a hilarious and action-packed adventure filled with quirky characters, mischievous magic, and enough anime and gaming references to make your head spin. Welcome to the world of "Now I'm a Demon Slayer... (in a Parallel World)"

In the dim light of the Musuem, Ethan stumbled upon an old, dust-covered pocket watch, its brass surface tarnished with age. As he turned it over in his hands, a strange energy pulsed through him, and the air shimmered like a mirage. Little did he know, this was no ordinary timepiece; it was a gateway to the past, a relic of a forgotten age.

I never thought my grandmother's book club would save my crypto fortune, but life is full of surprises. In the mayhem of moving into a new apartment, I mislaid my hardware wallet containing $400,000 in Bitcoin. I had packed it securely-at least, that's what I thought-but after unpacking every single box, it was nowhere to be found. First, I kept my cool. It had to be here somewhere, right? But when hours turned into days, my confidence crumbled. I tore through bags, checked jacket pockets; I even looked in the fridge in sheer desperation. Nothing. Next came panic: Had I thrown it out accidentally? Had the movers taken it? I couldn't get this vision out of my head that somehow my fortune had poofed into thin air. Frustrated and exhausted, I mentioned my predicament to my grandmother during a phone call. Instead of the usual "You should be more careful" speech, she surprised me. Oh, I've heard of a company that helps with that!" she said cheerfully. I almost dropped the phone. My grandma knew about crypto recovery? Turns out, her book club had a guest speaker, a retired cybersecurity expert who raved about Digital resolution services. She even remembered their website. At this point, I would have tried everything. I contacted them, and from the first conversation, I knew I was in good hands. Their staff was professional and patient, above all confident. They asked for detailed questions relating to my wallet, where I last saw it, and how it was backed up. Days later, they cracked the case. Using forensic data recovery and some advanced tracking techniques, they helped me regain access to my lost Bitcoin. It was a feeling of relief that cannot be described because I went from utter dejection to pure joy in a moment. More than a recovery service, Digital resolution services taught me something: never underestimate grandma's wisdom. Now, my hardware wallet is stored safely, with multiple backups, and I will never forget this lesson: when Nana talks, I will listen. Don't fall victim, reach out to Digital resolution services for any cryptocurrency related issues. Email: digitalresolutionservices  @   myself.com Website: digitalresolutionservices.com Be safe muriel halley

Sometimes something as simple as picking up a pocket watch can be your lead to a whole new era.

"Oh Lord Lunareio, you are the only one who can save our world." ... My name is Rikuya Takatsuki, and I didn’t ask to be summoned to some fantasy world with my classmates. But there I was, expected to be a hero and protect the Kingdom from Realm Eaters, dimensional monsters chewing through reality. Apparently, all the races summoned forth heroes of legend, which was sort of a shocker to me since it wasn’t the cliché "slay the demon king" trope. Sounds cool, right? Wrong. While everyone else got flashy powers and legendary classes, I was slapped with the FFF Auto Hero class—no skills, no perks, and no respect. The kingdom handed me some pocket change and politely told me to scram. Fine by me. I was all set on enjoying the easy life in this new world anyways, when out of nowhere a bunch of cultists kidnapped me, claiming I’m their prophesied god or whatever. They gave me a mansion, unlimited snacks, and zero responsibilities, so of course, I played along. But then my so-called useless class kicked in. Turns out Auto Hero means my body hijacks itself whenever there’s danger, turning me into some kind of unstoppable killing machine. Efficient? Sure. Ethical? Not so much. Now everyone thinks I’m this terrifying cult leader who takes down monsters, corrupt kings, and anyone dumb enough to stand in my way. While my classmates enjoy their shiny hero lives, I’m here in the shadows, leading a cult, toppling kingdoms, and pretending I have some grand plan. The truth? I’m just winging it. I mean... what’s the worst that could happen?

In a gaslit city where time is currency and memories are traded like coins, Linden Hawthorn, a reclusive archivist, inherits a broken pocket watch and a blood-stained journal after his father vanishes. The watch doesn’t tick—it feeds. With every cryptic vision it offers, it devours fragments of Linden’s past: the scent of his father’s pipe smoke, his sister’s voice, even the reason he began his search. The journal leads him to a drowned barge filled with corpses clutching coins from the future, a porcelain doll that whispers of a faceless figure called the Woundless Man, and a hidden underworld where aristocrats trade seconds of life and cultists worship gears instead of gods. As Linden uncovers his father’s sins—a legacy of stolen time and mechanized horrors—he must decide what he’s willing to lose: his memories, his morality, or his very soul. But the watch hungers, and the shadowy Tockmen who pull its strings demand payment in blood. Time is running out. And it’s taking Linden with it.

This is a world where pain is someone else's pleasure, and pleasure sometimes leads to the worst pain. This is a dystopian world where the kingdom of Orin, a large kingdom that rules across seas of land, protects itself from the outside world by its large walls--known as the Iron of Orin. It's been decades since the people of the kingdom have even heard of stories of other's venturing outside of the wall--what's beyond it? What is the kingdom hiding so ruthlessly that it's forbidden to cross over to the other side? One man is quite curious of the wonders and evils that await beyond that wall, but he has other worries to--well--worry about. Introducing Alaric William Smith, a man known to be one of the greatest inventors of his generation. He's tall, smart, handsome, a bit mad (as inventors usually are), and a pocket full of sunshine that grabs the attention of many. Only problem is, he ends of receiving the attention of the dark Mage of the Tower, Maggie, who yearns for his love and hand in marriage, something he really doesn't want to give, yet may have to if Maggie earns the King and Queen's blessing. Desperate for a solution, Alaric needs to find a way out if this situation, and fast. Oddly enough, it just so happens that Madam Bigod, a woman known for her unamused expression and callous nature, offers him a deal--persuade her pure son to indulge in romance with Alaric, and she'll bestow upon him any desire Alaric wishes. Oh, there is a bit of another problem that leaves Alaric in a bit of a pinch--it so happens that Madam Bigod isn't talking about her eldest son Cedar, but her youngest, Joan, Commander of the White Lilies and known to be the most coldest, ruthless man in the kingdom. Alaric has a lot on his plate, and it starts with capturing the steel heart of Commander Joan Agnes Bigod.

As the author of this book I should give a fair warning: the first chapters are a scam!! Okay, let me explain. The character that you most likely think is the protagonist, is not the protagonist. Why? Honestly, idk, I just felt like doing it. Makes the story feel more realistic and approachable because every character is worth something. The story follows a male lead, Ju Min-Jung, who at one point in his life was a normal middle-aged man from Korea. He gets transmigrated to a world called Einar as Lychipher Klein in which becoming quote-unquote a "god", is not just possible, but relatively common. Years have gone by in a flash and Lychipher has enjoyed a simple and laid-back life, going by the nickname of Whiskey. The story starts when a contracted guild summons the lovecraftian inspired eldritch entity known as Dietrich, which fragmented itself into several variants born from chosen women. The fragments each have the distinct feature of white hair and can be released when the variant is killed. When all the variants are killed each fragment will be fused allowing Dietrich to form in Einar. This quickly escalates into family feuds, mystery, mystism and the occult. Questions emerge perpetually the instant one is answered, mysterious forces are at work pulling the strings behind closed curtains and fate seems to be the greatest for of all.... What to expect: Firstly is the world of Einar. It's a world entirely fictional so don't try to wrap your head around the timeline because I honestly just smashed several themes that I liked together. Originally, I chose for late 16th century baroque and renaissance, but later I also added elements of the western victorian era, the wild west and more. Now the next thing to expect is probably not something you'll appreciate much, and that is slow pacing. I know, I know —you're probably screaming "whyyy!?". But it's best for the story to play out the way it should, ya' know- instead of rushing it. Besides, going for a mysterious factor demands slow pacing because otherwise the mystery is short-lived.

Trash! Hou Chen finds out that he is a trash that can't cultivate. But noone knows that he has another card in his pocket, his guns, that can cultivate. Although he is a weak human, but with his guns he can even kill gods.

**The World That Was** In 2035, Earth is a graveyard of humanity’s hubris. **Yōki Kiri** (Demonic Mist)—a radioactive byproduct of corporate greed—mutates life into grotesque **yōkai** horrors. Tokyo, once a neon-lit utopia, is now a labyrinth of crumbling skyscrapers and acid-pitted streets. Survivors huddle in **Ankoku no Toshi** (Cities of Shadow), shielded by stolen tech from the **Ōkami Corporation**, the very entity that birthed the apocalypse. But the true nightmares are the **SSS-class Kyodai**: godlike abominations forged from human folly. **Yami no Orochi**, an eight-headed leviathan fused with nuclear wreckage. **Kū no Yūrei**, a spectral entity devouring continents into void. And **Tetsu no Daishogun**, a sentient skyscraper with a taste for souls. ### **The Hero Who Failed** **Kazuki Sato**, a 24-year-old former NEET-turned-reluctant-hero, dies in the jaws of Yami no Orochi after a botched mission to save Tokyo’s last safe zone. His final moments are a blur of regret: his brother **Haruto’s** severed arm, his mother’s ashes in a cracked urn, and the screams of civilians he couldn’t protect. But death isn’t the end. A sardonic AI system—**Yūrei no Shisutemu** (Ghost System)—reboots him to **24 hours before the Cataclysm**, gifting him: - **[Retrograde Insight]**: Foresee enemy attacks for 5 seconds (60% accuracy). - **[Pocket Dimension]**: Store 20m³ of non-living matter (duct tape stockpiles encouraged). - **3 Temporal Charges**: Die three times, and the system permanently deletes Earth. ### **The Mission** Kazuki’s goals are simple: 1. **Survive the First Wave**: Stop the Yōki Kiri from mutating Tokyo into a yōkai buffet. 2. **Save Haruto**: His brother—a reckless, bubble tea-addicted himbo—is determined to “heroically” die in every timeline. 3. **Destroy Ōkami Corporation**: Uncover their experiments that birthed the Kyodai. But the system isn’t playing fair: - **Quests** mock him (*“Save 50 civilians? Here’s a ‘Mama’s Boy’ title instead.”*). - **Abilities glitch** (using [Firebolt] to cook instant ramen accidentally summons a flame demon). - **Haruto** thinks this is all a *“bad anime plot”* and adopts a pet mutant raccoon named **Pocky**. ### **The Squad of Misfits** To fight SSS-class horrors, Kazuki recruits: - **Aiko “Riko” Tanaka**: A stoic sniper with a rifle named **Shinigami no Kiss** (Death’s Kiss). Her past? Classified. Her aim? Flawless. - **Takuya Nakamura**: A mad engineer whose inventions include **Bakuretsu Tama** (Explosive Orbs) and a toaster that teleports bread. Mostly harmless. Probably. - **Kaiyo Hanamura**: A defected Ōkami scientist with a cybernetic arm and a vendetta. Knows the Kyodai’s secrets but trusts no one. Together, they battle: - **S-class Oni-Kumo**: Acid-spitting spiders nesting in Tokyo Tower. - **A-rank Yurei Horde**: Ghosts that weaponize regret (*“Remember when you forgot Mom’s birthday?”*). - **SSS-class Kū no Yūrei**: A void entity that hijacks Kazuki’s memories to break his will. ### **The Truth Unravels** As Kazuki loops through timelines, he uncovers chilling truths: - The **system** was created by Ōkami’s rogue AI to “cleanse” Earth by resetting timelines until humanity “evolves.” - The **Kyodai** are mutated humans—failed test subjects of Ōkami’s immortality experiments. - **Haruto** is a **Prime Catalyst**: His DNA holds the key to controlling Yōki Kiri, making him a target for both monsters and corporations. ### **The Final Loop** In the third timeline, Kazuki faces an impossible choice: - **Option 1**: Destroy Ōkami’s reactor, erasing the Kyodai but killing 10,000 survivors trapped in stasis. - **Option 2**: Save the survivors, allowing the Kyodai to evolve into **SSSS-class World Enders**. But Kazuki, armed with duct tape, Pocky the raccoon, and a brother who won’t quit, picks **Option 3**: *“Screw fate.”*

At the tender age of five, Kingsley Alexander's life was irrevocably changed when she lost her parents in a tragic accident. Left in the care of her mother’s elder sister, Mrs. Carley, Kingsley and her younger brother were thrust into a world of uncertainty. Despite the emotional scars of her loss, Kingsley found solace in the unwavering love and support of her aunt, who worked tirelessly to provide a stable and nurturing environment for the siblings. Though they were far from wealthy, Mrs. Carley ensured that Kingsley and her brother never felt the sting of deprivation, instilling in them values of resilience and determination. For ten years, Kingsley lived a relatively peaceful life, shielded from the harsher realities of the world. But everything changed when she earned a scholarship to Greenmock Academy, an elite private high school known for its opulence and exclusivity. Greenmock was a world apart from anything Kingsley had ever known—a school where billionaire heirs and heiresses roamed the halls, their wealth and influence dictating the social hierarchy. Teachers bowed to their demands, and the rules seemed to bend for those with the deepest pockets. As a middle-class girl with no connections, Kingsley quickly found herself an outsider in this glittering yet cutthroat environment. Her scholarship, secured through the generosity of her boss—a renowned and influential woman who believed in Kingsley’s potential—was both a blessing and a curse. While it opened doors to unparalleled opportunities, it also made her a target for envy and ridicule. The students at Greenmock were ruthless, and Kingsley’s humble background made her an easy mark for their cruelty. Yet, amidst the challenges, she found an unexpected ally—and perhaps something more—in Raymond Wayne, the enigmatic and charismatic son of one of the school’s most powerful families. Raymond was unlike the others. He saw beyond Kingsley’s modest upbringing and recognized her strength, intelligence, and unwavering spirit. Their connection was immediate, a spark that neither could ignore. But their budding relationship was far from simple. Raymond’s world was one of privilege and expectation, and the pressures of his family’s legacy loomed large over their bond. As Kingsley navigated the treacherous waters of Greenmock, she was forced to confront not only the external challenges of fitting in but also the internal struggle of trusting someone who seemed so different from her. Now, as Kingsley stands at the crossroads of her journey, the question remains: Can she overcome the obstacles before her alone, or will Raymond prove to be more than just a fleeting presence in her life? Will their love withstand the weight of their differences, or will the pressures of their worlds tear them apart? And in the face of adversity, will Kingsley find the strength to rise above it all, or will she need Raymond by her side to survive the storm? Dive into Kingsley’s world of trials, triumphs, and heartache as she fights to carve out her place in a society that seems determined to keep her down. Will love be her salvation, or will she discover that her greatest strength lies within herself? ---

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.

He wasn’t supposed to be here—not in this bar, not on this night, and definitely not drowning in memories he swore he’d buried. But something pulled him in, past the neon glow and the scent of aged whiskey, into a place that felt both familiar and foreign. He only wanted a drink. To disappear into the hum of conversation, to be just another nameless soul lost in the crowd. But then he hears it—a raw, broken voice spilling a confession of love slipping through trembling fingers. A stranger’s heartbreak, yet painfully familiar. As the night unfolds, past and present blur. Regret lingers in the air like the last sip of a forgotten drink, and for the first time in years, he wonders—can love ever truly fade, or does it just wait in the shadows, aching to be found again? A hauntingly beautiful story of love, loss, and the unexpected moments that remind us we’re never as alone as we think.

[Mature Content.] “Afraid? Oh, dear, I can burn the world and no one will blame me as long as I have my husband’s money in my pocket.” — Irene Russell’s hard work for years was turned into junk when her boyfriend stole her work and gave it to her wicked step-sister. The public immediately recognizes her step-sister as a genius, while Irene must bear huge losses. Her boyfriend dumped her and declared he had been cheating on Irene’s step-sister since the beginning. After drowning herself in bottles of red wine, a piece of cake suddenly fell from heaven. Her boyfriend’s boss suddenly asked her to marry him to clean his name from a nasty scandal. Desperate to earn money, Irene accepted his offer. However, after she read their marriage contract, she realized every point in the contract was intended to spoil her to the root. — “You’re the perfect candidate to be my future wife.” Irene, “A woman like me can give you a headache, Mr. Delacroix.” “Oh, it’s such a coincidence,” Sebastian told her with playful intonation. “I like troubles.” — With the help of Sebastian Delacroix’s money, Irene could climb the ladder of success. At the end of the day, would her ex-boyfriend and her step-sister cry the blood of tears after betraying her? — Contact me Instagram: @zenanicher