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Ken Shimizu had always lived a quiet life. He wasn’t a genius or a failure—just a regular guy with a decent job in an indie game studio, an obsession with ramen, and a library of half-finished Steam games. At 32, he could code, write basic dialogue, and pixel art his way through most things. Nothing spectacular. But he loved games—not just playing them, but imagining what they could be. Then, he died. Not in a blaze of glory. Not even in a tragic accident. Just a poorly timed heart attack while stress-testing a buggy horror VR build at 3 a.m. He blinked. And opened his eyes to a new world.

Hey everybody :) The story is still ongoing. I had a lot of health problems, but now I'm feeling better and I will get back soon to finish this story. I'm currently reediting my chapters, as anyway, I have to reread them before I can finish my story. Those chapters are marked like this *...* Be patient; I should be able to write new chapters by July 2025. Synopsis: He had been the best assassin of all time in his world, and when he was finally killed, a goddess took the opportunity to send his soul into the body of a boy in another world who was weak for now but who was destined to become the most powerful mage of this world. This young boy was called Kevin, and he decided to take his identity as he had kept his memories. The only thing he had in common with him was that they were both orphans, but Kevin had a weak mind and a weak body; in short, everything he hated the most. After successfully entering the Sun Sect as a mage, he managed to open the book Kevin had inherited from his parents and which he had been unable to open. What was his surprise when he realized that this book had turned into a System that allowed him to level up like in the virtual reality games he used to play in his home world. With the help of this System, he will fulfill his wish; he will become the most powerful human of this world. Not even shapeshifters or demons will be able to do anything to him. ………… Kevin turned his head towards him, and seeing that he was still naked, he said, looking away again, "Get dressed first, then we'll talk." Axel found some clothes that looked loose and put them on right away. He also took a pair of daggers whose blades were just a little shorter than his forearms, and he then approached Kevin and hugged him from behind. Kevin let him do whatever he wanted, even though one of his daggers was now very close to his throat. Axel said to him, close to his ear, "I want to trust you, Kevin, so give me a good reason to." Kevin then asked him, "What do you want to know?" Axel sighed; threatening Kevin with his own daggers won't do him any good, and he risked breaking the bond they were just making. He then made a decision and planted the two daggers in the ground in front of them. He ran his hands under Kevin's sweater and circled his waist with them, pressing him more against him. Kevin hadn't expected this turn of events, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. Axel's hands were warm, and he could feel his huge erection against him. One thing was sure: it did not leave him indifferent. ……….. WARNING: This is not a slow-burn romance, and it's an R18 BL novel with lots of spicy scenes, so if you like reading 100 chapters before the MC and ML kiss for the first time, just skip this story; it's definitely not for you. Otherwise, follow the adventures of our two heroes. If you love worlds filled with mysterious creatures, magic, fights, dungeons, a System that allows you to level up quickly, and a unique and powerful love story, then this story is for you. ……………. If you like this story, give a try to my other novels: The Divine Mage System The Celestial Phoenix and His Guardian (BL) Reincarnated to Save the Universe (GL/BL) Enjoy your reading time, and don’t forget to vote, comment, and review :)

She came to Florence to paint her way out of grief. He offered her a contract to keep emotions out. But what begins as a deal built on control soon becomes a war of silence, obsession—and surrender. Aanya Roy, an Indian artist haunted by loss, arrives in Florence with a sketchbook and a name whispered in art circles. She doesn't paint to be seen. She paints because it’s the only way she feels alive. Leonhart Moretti is a billionaire forged by tragedy. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. Women are part of a system: contracts, limits, rules. No emotion. No deviation. Until her. When Aanya uploads a blank canvas as a response to his challenge, it isn't defiance—it's art. It's her refusal to be tamed. Intrigued beyond reason, Leonhart offers her a 90-day contract: complete creative freedom in his studio. But beneath the surface lies another game—one of dominance, surrender, and unraveling control. In a city that worships beauty and secrets, how far can two broken souls go before the lines between art and desire, power and love, are blurred beyond recognition? R18 (Explicit Content) Contains mature themes including psychological tension, erotic content, dominance/submission, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion advised. Author's Note: This is not just a billionaire romance. This is about silence as power. Touch as art. And what happens when control becomes devotion. For readers who love slow-burn tension, flawed but brilliant leads, and emotionally layered storytelling—welcome to Florence.

Noa Aizawa and Ren Kurosawa were sent by the HRD of the TV station where they worked under the pretext of "International Film Internship." to Las Vegas There they met a mysterious figure with a strange contract that included *"Clause 69."* planning an unusual experiment and had to close the studio called Lotus Entertainment Unknowingly, Noa and Ren were trapped as Japanese talents they had to take part in a workshop to build chemistry, Wardrobes only consisting of see-through bathrobes and crazy rules like sleeping in the same bed to build natural intimacy until Noa began to really fall in love with her fake partner and even entered the adult film industry

Z-List actress Skylar Vance has been dogged by controversy since her debut. Vilified for her curves and drowned in tabloid scandals, she’s branded a "sex symbol" by ruthless industry rivals. Studio sabotage, smear campaigns, and predatory gossip columns have trapped her career in limbo for years. Enter Silas Sterling, the Ivy League-educated CEO of Sterling Holdings. A titan of Wall Street whose strategic ruthlessness reshaped entire industries, he reigns from a gilded throne—yet his icy demeanor has alienated family and colleagues alike. To the world, he’s untouchable. To those who know him? Unbearable. When a freak accident swaps their bodies, Skylar wakes up as the feared billionaire—and accidentally sets about revolutionizing Sterling Holdings with radiant empathy: She starts her days with warm family check-ins, showers subordinates with genuine care, rolls out irresistible employee perks, and lavishes compliments on her secretary's stunning new perm. Meanwhile, Silas storms through Skylar’s world like a corporate Category 5 hurricane: suing tabloids into oblivion, blacklisting scheming rivals, and warning online trolls with signature legal threats. The Internet Explodes: Forum Post: WHO is Skylar Vance’s sugar daddy? Her rise from Z-list to A-list reeks of shady backing! Tabloids froth with theories about her mysterious benefactor—until Sterling Holdings’ notoriously reclusive CEO drops a bombshell on live TV: "I’m bankrolling my own girlfriend’s career. Got a problem with that?"

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

A goddess fallen from ancient times, a skilled professional known for high end assassination and research jobs...Will he find her? And, what is he planning?

The protagonist Jiang Wan sacrificed herself by falsely claiming responsibility and was imprisoned for five years. She had hoped that after her release, she could return to her previous life and continue to marry her fiancé Gu Han Shen. However, on the day she was released from prison, her sister walked hand in hand with her fiancé into the studio and took sweet wedding photos.

Friendship is one of life's greatest treasures, a bond that grows stronger with time, laughter, and shared memories. As Mia and Sophia celebrate their special anniversary, it's a perfect moment to reflect on their joy and warmth that true friendship brings. From the little jokes that make them laugh until their sides hurt to the heartfelt conversations that remind them they were never alone, every moment has been a gift. Here's to the unwavering support, the countless adventures, and the simple yet profound comfort of knowing someone always has your back. Cheers to friendship, love, and the beautiful journey ahead! *Character Brief *Sophia* *Age: Early 20s *Personality: Gentle, introspective, empathetic. *Strengths: Deep emotional intelligence, a natural caregiver, good listener. *Weaknesses: Sometimes hides her struggles to avoid worrying others, can be too self-sacrificing. *Interests: Photography, journaling, cozy aesthetics, herbal teas. *Style: Soft, earthy tones; comfy sweaters; delicate jewelry. *Role in the friendship: The quiet emotional anchor. Sophia is the one who notices the small things, a change in tone, a pause too long, and always checks in. She’s the heart of the duo, often grounding their friendship with tenderness and wisdom. *Mia* Age: Early 20s *Personality: Outgoing, creative, loyal. *Strengths: Bold, thoughtful, loves big gestures, fiercely protective of those she loves. *Weaknesses: Can be impulsive, wears her heart on her sleeve, sometimes struggles with vulnerability. *Interests: Scrapbooking, baking, exploring bookstores, making playlists. *Style: Colorful and playful; statement earrings; comfy sneakers. *Role in the friendship: The sunshine and spark. Mia is expressive and passionate, the one who plans surprises, writes heartfelt notes, and turns birthdays into little festivals of love. She brings joy, color, and energy into their shared world. Together, Sophia and Mia form a beautifully balanced pair: Sophia is the stillness to Mia’s spark, and Mia is the color to Sophia’s calm. Their friendship is defined by deep understanding, emotional safety, and shared growth.

From the fading notes of a piano in an abandoned studio to the blood-soaked skyline of Shanghai’s underworld, from enchanted forests where fairies fall in love with demons to desolate cities haunted by the undead—this collection brings together the forgotten, the fearless, and the brokenhearted. Whispers Through Time and Ashes is a powerful anthology of stories that explore the unspoken desires, quiet rebellions, and fierce passions that shape our lives. Within these pages, you’ll find: Ellie, who defies a silent world to let her music be heard. Lyra, whose love for a mysterious artist challenges the boundaries of age and fear. Wei, a former Mafia heir haunted by love and blood. Jinwoo, a boy turned underworld king, who dares to dream in brushstrokes. Anya, a time-traveling sorceress in search of lost truths. Luna and Jin, whose forbidden love may heal centuries of war. Emma and David, survivors of a world devoured by the undead, who find hope in ruins. Every tale stands alone, yet together they form a symphony of courage, longing, heartbreak, and resilience. A book for dreamers, rebels, and anyone who has ever loved in silence or lived in defiance. Let the whispers begin.

Elias, a staff member of Alexia Cray—the high end personal stylist and designer, the mirror of mirrors whose name was all over the world. Alexia's studio was like a sanctuary of transforming women beauty ethernal as of dreams. That is, until the bloody massacre which takes the life of all her savoir who were there for her at difficult times, along with hers. But death wasn't the end. Mystically, Elias travels back to the time when she got her exorbitant job at Alexia's Atliar having no memory of the incidents. How will she save them and change their fate when she don't know the event, who was behind it? and she has travelled back to time to save herself from bad fate. Hang with Elias to experience the journey through style—where every client is given a lifetime of glamour, till Alexia's life spared .

Kirana Diandra, seorang podcaster dengan sejuta kata dan tawa, merasa dunianya dijungkirbalikkan saat mendapat tugas mustahil: mewawancarai Arion Baskara. Arion bukan sekadar pria pendiam. Dia adalah seorang perfumer jenius yang berkomunikasi melalui aroma, bukan kata. Dunianya adalah keheningan, botol-botol kaca, dan kenangan pahit yang terkunci dalam sebuah parfum yang tak pernah selesai ia ciptakan. Bagi Kirana, Arion adalah narasumber tersulit. Bagi Arion, Kirana adalah 'cahaya' yang terlalu terang, mengusik ketenangannya yang temaram. Namun, ketika Kirana tanpa sengaja mengidentifikasi sebuah aroma langka di studio Arion, sebuah pintu tak kasat mata terbuka. Arion memberinya sebuah tantangan: bantu dia menemukan 'nada yang hilang' dari parfum masa lalunya, dan wawancara eksklusif akan menjadi miliknya. Perjalanan mereka bukan lagi sekadar tentang kata dan wangi, melainkan tentang dua jiwa yang mencoba saling menyembuhkan. Mampukah Kirana menjadi cahaya yang menerjemahkan keheningan Arion? Dan sanggupkah Arion merelakan aroma masa lalunya demi meracik masa depan yang baru bersama Kirana? Karena terkadang, perasaan yang paling dalam justru tercium, bukan terucap.

亗 Tower of Sacrifices “This Tower doesn’t test your strength. It tests what you’re willing to become.” One day, the doors opened. No one knew why. No one knew by whom. But 500 were chosen—dragged into a Tower that breathes like a god, shifts like a dream, and feeds on hope. Among them: A father. A daughter. And a promise made at the front door: “Stay close to me.” Each floor redefines what it means to survive. A plunge into water with creatures lurking below. A silent scream beneath falling lava. A hallway where your number means your death. “Just pray that we survive…” But the Tower is not just a test. It’s an altar. And every altar demands sacrifice. At the Fifth Floor, the gods descend— Not to rule. Not to save. But to play. “You have successfully passed the first floor.” “More sacrifices are coming.” They are not above us. They are trapped with us. Bound by the will of the Ten Great Gods, these lesser deities form twisted pacts with mortals. Because in this Tower, humans are nothing without gods—and gods are nothing without humans. Together, they climb. Together, they suffer. Together… they become something else. “Are we slaves?” “Or maybe animals are better than them sometimes.” This is not a game. It’s a ritual with no exit. 亗 Tower of Sacrifices is a dark fantasy about survival, control, and godhood at the edge of sanity. A tale where the blood isn't just spilled— It’s remembered. ᓚᘏᗢ Add it to your collection now. ^_^ Power Stones feed the next floor. ⟡ Presented to you by [Studio Zenith] ⟡ ⟡ Written by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Cleaned by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Edited by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Bled onto the page by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ 亗 Every floor has its maker. This one bears his name.

When Aadi, a young man, searches for two people who are precious to him, his efforts land him in an unexpected place with an unrelenting foe, whose blows shatter the earth and rend boulders asunder. Their conflict sparks a partnership for the ages and spurs Aadi on an adventure that he wouldn't have imagined possible. --- Disclosure: Free chapters of this novel by Windus Andar will be published on several platforms: Wattpad, Royal Road, Scribble Hub, and WebNovel. These free chapters will also be published on Angel Grove Studio's website. Premium chapters will be available on Windus Andar's Patreon page. After the novel is completed, it will be published on Amazon and Smashwords and its affiliates.

In the year 2030, Michael Thorne is eighteen, broke, and barely surviving the system that left him behind. With no family, no future, and nowhere to go, he spends his nights sleeping in abandoned corners of the city and his days trying not to disappear completely. Then the game Veilborn arrives. No advertisements. No studio credits. Just a whisper online: “The game that remembers.” With no login ID, no setup screen, and no price tag, Michael is pulled into something deeper than VR—an artificial world that feels as old as memory and as cruel as reality. But Veilborn doesn’t treat him like a player. It treats him like something else—something that was never supposed to exist. Marked by a mysterious “Veiled Star,” Michael’s tutorial is lethal, his starting class unglamorous, and his only advantage is the fact that he refuses to break. As he levels through real combat, bleeds through real pain, and uncovers hidden systems buried beneath the game’s surface, one truth becomes clear: This isn’t a game you win. It’s a world that tests what you are. And somewhere within it lies a power that remembers him. Even though he has no idea why.

She saw him for the first time without her glasses. A silhouette. A sweater. A voice like still water. Just a glance—fleeting, forgettable. A face in a sea of faces at the library. Or at least, that's how she wished she could remember it. But the truth was: she was whipped from the moment she first saw him. This wasn't just a crush- it was limerence, longing, and a yearning that refused to fade. As their conversations deepened, so did her confusion. Was he interested... or just kind? Was it love... or projection? She was falling in love more with what he represented... and learning, painfully, that what she was searching for was never in them to begin with. (Daily Updates! If you like it, do add it in your library for update notifcations & don't forget to vote!) ~ Lin

--- Title: The Equation Between Us “She looked innocent… but not so innocent.” --- Genre: Dark Academia • Romance • Mature Themes • Pure Mathematics • Forbidden Love arranged marriage --- Synopsis: Eira Sinclair is curvy, quiet, and always tucked behind oversized sweaters and thick glasses. To her classmates, she’s just another shy math postgraduate — invisible. But when Saint Elric University’s coldest and most brilliant math professor, Lucien Hale, presents an impossible equation, everything changes. Eira doesn’t just solve it — she rewrites the rules. Intrigued beyond reason, Lucien begins to unravel the genius hidden beneath her silence… and the dangerous attraction beneath her innocence. But Eira has secrets, and so does Lucien. When an arranged marriage, a family debt, and a forbidden obsession collide, they’re forced to face the one thing neither can solve: The equation between them. --

Lee Jin Woo once lived a dismal life. He lived pitifully on a day to day basis in his five-pyeon studio filled with mold. Then, one day, he died in a sudden fire. When he wakes up, he finds himself inside a novel. But there’s just one issue… He had become the novel’s villain!

In a small town in Bangladesh, Rahad—a young boy—lost everything to a crime no one dared to speak of. Years later, guided by the ghost of a girl who was never born, he begins a silent massacre. One by one, they fall. But it’s not just about revenge. It’s about fear. A message. A warning to the world: “They Are Coming.” A dark psychological thriller exploring justice, trauma, and vengeance.

Kazuma and Masako are a loving married couple who run a successful indie game development studio from their cozy home. After leaving the corporate world behind, they poured their hearts into creating hit games like Mori Journey, Exaslia, and their biggest success yet, Mori Adventure. Despite their professional success, the real magic lies in their personal relationship—a mix of playful teasing, deep affection, and unwavering support. Through late-night coding marathons, romantic anniversaries, unexpected livestream mishaps, and wholesome surprises, Kazuma and Masako navigate the challenges of both game development and marriage. Kazuma is the steady, hardworking coder, while Masako is the lively, creative artist with a penchant for mischief and teasing her husband. Together, they bring out the best in each other, blending love and laughter into their daily lives. From heart-melting romantic moments to hilarious hijinks, their story captures the highs and lows of balancing love, work, and dreams. Whether they’re surprising each other with heartfelt gifts, overcoming obstacles in game launches, or simply sharing quiet moments together, Kazuma and Masako prove that life is truly a game best played with your partner by your side. Their journey is a heartwarming tale of love, passion, and the joy of building worlds—both virtual and real—together. [3-4 chapters a week]

When shy teen musician Kael uploads a rough demo, he never expects it to grab the attention of a rising studio. Thrown into the underground music scene, Kael must confront doubt, pressure, and his past as he fights to find his voice—on the mic and in life. Story was written 1 year ago

### **Synopsis: The Light Between Us** Clara Thompson, a quietly ambitious book editor living in rainy Seattle, has grown used to solitude. With a demanding job, a history of heartbreak, and a worn-out belief in romance, her mornings at Wilder Coffee are the most peaceful part of her day—until a chance encounter with a charming, slightly disheveled interior designer named Nathan changes everything. Nathan is creative, kind, and carrying the quiet weight of his past. When he stumbles into Clara’s life—and her favorite coffee shop—he isn’t expecting connection. But their easy conversation, shared silences, and mutual love of words spark something neither of them has felt in a long time: hope. As their relationship grows, Nathan reveals his dream of reopening his late father’s abandoned bookstore. With Clara’s help, the space is transformed into *The Light Between*—a community-driven blend of design studio, café, and storytelling sanctuary. But even as the walls of the bookstore take shape, emotional walls begin to rise. Nathan struggles with the legacy of his distant father, and Clara wrestles with the fear of trusting someone with her whole heart. Through vulnerability, gentle conflict, and the shared creation of something meaningful, Clara and Nathan learn that love isn’t loud or perfect—it’s chosen, over and over, in the quiet moments. Together, they discover that the space between fear and healing, between grief and hope, between two imperfect people, might just be where love lives. --- Here's a clean, structured **outline** for *The Light Between Us* that captures the flow, major plot points, character development arcs, and emotional beats. This can be used for pitching, structuring revisions, or adapting the story for another medium (like a screenplay or novelization).

Ambition A strong desire to do or to achieve something. In this world, it can be dangerous. It could be twisted. Yuuko Ito is a 19 year old boy who's dream is to be a famous musician. yet, he is not an ordinary collage boy. One day, he met a man that claims to be searching for a saxophone player for his friend bar. But the man was actually a member of a famous organization that is known to be dangerous. Hidden in his desire, Yuuko unlocks memories of his past and finds out who he actually is with a new found power. "Hey you fine?" I whip my head around. Franticly searching for the voice owner and standing there i found a man. Said man was wearing a dark blue coat, covering a cream colour button up shirt with a brown turtle neck, black ribbons tied up in his neck connecting trought the button up shirt. He have black long pants with dark brown shoes. His brown hair was short–it looks fluffy and straight at the same time. The bangs look poorly cutted as the one is longer than the other. His brown eyes look sharp and mytical yet despite his beauty, the dirty background alley ruin the picture. I quickly rub my eye after observing the man. My white sweater sleeve immidietly was wet in tears and snot. "Um....who are you?" I say, trying to sound softly and un-crying like. "I just heard you crying, are you ok ma'am?" 'Ma'am? Is he talking to someone else?' I look around and saw noone is in the alley except me and him. 'Of course, no lady will be in this dirty alley anyway' "...did he think i was a girl?" I talk outloud. I quickly put my palm in my mouth looking at him, his face change into a gapping idiot after he heard what i just said. "Um...your...a...guy?" The man say, his face look embarress. I just nod looking at him–i relizes there was a scar in his cheeks. It was distracting, the scar trails trought his right eye covering his white skin. "Um...anyway–are you okay....man?" "Yeah.....im okay....uh thanks...stranger...." i answer awkwardly. I was still wearing my uniform and hat. I probably look stupid right now "Did you get fired?" The man quickly say. I flinch back as he was near me–closer than before. "Um...yeah..." i fidget my finger and step back a little looking at the side. "Well there is this bar that need someone to play the trumphet or sexaphone, can you play any of those?" Chapters get changes sometimes so reread every once in awhile!! story settings -in the 2000's contain sensitive topics : suicide, abuse, self harm, drugs, SA *** hello. this is my very first story that i actually put effort on, some chapters have bad grammar, theres might be spelling mistake english isnt really my first language and its my first time making a book(that i actually didnt write stuff and make plans), so ill change something in a chapter once in awhile so it will follow the plot to the next chapter. review,comments, anything really. is appreciated enjoy! from hell studio

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.

Frankie Bell needs three things: a job, a nap, and maybe a restraining order from caffeine. What she gets is a gig at a shady “therapy daycare” where the kids bite, the doors lock from the outside, and her new coworkers are four dangerously hot, emotionally unavailable men who look like they eat people for breakfast. Turns out, it’s not a daycare. It’s a cover for the city's most notorious rogue shifter pack. And Frankie? She accidentally imprints on all four of them during a juice-box-fueled disciplinary incident involving a foam sword and a lot of yelling. Now they’re scent-marking her sweaters, building her nests, and arguing over who gets to “manage” her next heat. Which would be fine...if she were a wolf. She’s not. (Probably.) But something primal is waking in Frankie. She dreams in growls, sees through lies, and might be the key to saving every abandoned shifter child the Council wants to erase. If she doesn’t blow up the pack first. With a brawler, a schemer, a shadow, and a smug pack leader circling her like she’s already theirs, Frankie’s about to find out the hard way: Nap time is over.

Alvian, seorang karyawan muda, tewas dalam kecelakaan tabrak lari yang tragis di depan kantor tempatnya bekerja. Namun, kematian bukanlah akhir—dia terbangun di dunia apokalips yang hancur dan penuh monster, lalu menerima notifikasi: dia telah dipilih sebagai Administrator dunia tersebut. Diberi kekuatan untuk mengendalikan dan memodifikasi realitas apokalips, Alvian memutuskan untuk mengubah dunia yang suram itu menjadi sebuah game RPG bertema survival. Dengan kekuatan transendensi antara dua dunia, dia kembali ke Bumi, menyamar sebagai pengusaha teknologi, dan mendirikan EchoVerse Studios. Perusahaan itu merilis game VR revolusioner bernama Apocalypse Online, yang ternyata menggunakan dunia apokalips asli sebagai server permainannya. Tanpa diketahui para pemain, mereka menjelajahi dunia nyata yang dirancang dan dikontrol oleh Alvian, yang juga menciptakan avatar NPC bernama The Overseer sebagai alter egonya di dalam game. Sementara pemain menikmati sensasi realistis yang luar biasa, Alvian memanfaatkan data permainan untuk eksperimen sosial dan pencegahan bencana di dunia nyata. Namun, semuanya berubah ketika seorang pemain jenius bernama Anya mulai mencurigai bahwa dunia Apocalypse Online menyimpan rahasia yang jauh lebih besar. Kini, dengan identitasnya terancam terbongkar dan dua dunia dalam taruhannya, Alvian dihadapkan pada pilihan sulit: tetap bersembunyi di balik topeng, atau mengungkap kebenaran dan menghadapi konsekuensinya.

Cursed by Fate is a tale of loss, resilience, and the unbreakable bond of family. In the coastal village of Ashford Bay, Johnny and Anabel's twin daughters, Ella and Isabella, are born with crescent moon-shaped birthmarks, marking them as heirs to a mysterious legacy. Tragedy strikes when a violent bandit raid kills Johnny, and Anabel, injured and falling into a coma, loses track of her daughters. During her coma, the twins are sent to an orphanage, adopted by different families, and renamed Christine and Phoenix. Johnny survives, but loses his memory in a later car accident. Anabel moves on and meets Tom, a divorced jailer. Fate intervenes when she meets Christine at the prison, recognizing her by the birthmark, leading to the reunion of the long-separated sisters. However, their healing journey is complicated by betrayal, family secrets, and the discovery of a dangerous curse tied to their birthmarks. As the twins learn to defend their powers, they face the threat of two powerful families, the Mythrions and the Primordials, who seek to steal their legacy. With the support of ancient spirits, the family is visited by one of these spirits, who brings with them a scepter of power and authority to pass on to Christine. This empowers her and instructs her to protect their family and their gifts from future threats. This event takes place at the art studio, where Christine and Phoenix are working. Meanwhile, Johnny regains his memories, and the family reunites with loved ones, including Tanya, who seeks redemption. The story is a powerful reminder that love and family can heal even the deepest wounds.

"His very first film won the Silver Bear Award. After that, his rise was unstoppable—three major European festivals swept, an Oscar snagged like it was nothing." "You thought he was just an artsy director? Only good for critical acclaim? Then you’ve made a massive mistake." "He alone has five films in the top ten domestic box office of all time. Every studio wants him. Even top producers are going crazy." "To the general audience, he's a once-in-a-generation legendary director." "To his peers? He's a nightmare." "To other directors? A walking disaster." "If someone like him exists, what chance do the rest of us have? Who the hell thought it was a good idea to let him direct?!"