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Lips That Grip

The World That Broke

"Ordinary, My Ass!" Look, I didn’t ask to be dropped into a parallel world. But if I had to end up somewhere, at least I got the wife of my dreams. Hot, smoking, and somehow willing to put up with me? I was living the life. Sure, I was just some ordinary guy with no powers, no fame, and no drama. Did I care? Not really. Then I found out my firstborn kid was the protagonist of a novel I used to write back in my old world. Yeah, the one with all the dangerous monsters, overpowered hunters, and a world-ending plotline. Oh, and that mysterious aura stuff? Turns out it’s real. And guess who doesn’t have any? Now, the hunters are eyeing me, the monsters are smelling me, and my wife is way too chill about it all. Me? I’m definitely screwed. Being ordinary sounded fine—until I found out how much of a death sentence it actually was. “I am sorry, Reynard,” said the wife. Okay… she might not be chill at all. The world used to be round. And then it broke. What remained were fragments—floating islands, shattered continents, and ruins of a once-thriving civilization that defied the passage of time. The world was divided: the Claimed Lands, where order and remnants of humanity clung to life, and the Forbidden Regions, chaotic and wild, teeming with danger and untamed power. Between these fractured realms stood the hunters—protectors of the fragile peace and scavengers of a world long lost. They faced the monstrous, the mysterious, and the forbidden, carving out a semblance of hope amidst the chaos. Reynard Bright was no hunter. He was no hero. He was simply a man—ordinary in every way, or so he believed. But in a world as unpredictable as this, even the most unremarkable lives can hide extraordinary truths. As Reynard struggles to find his place in this broken world, he discovers unsettling secrets—about his family, his past, and himself. And when the shadows of his own creations begin to emerge, Reynard is faced with a question he cannot ignore: Was he truly as ordinary as he thought? Or was he bound to play a greater role in the story of this fractured existence? In a world teetering on the edge of survival, even the smallest ripple can reshape destiny. Note: Rewrite. Original Title: Novel's Dad? What to expect: *Single romance *Parenting *Complicated power sets/Auras *Cultivation *Interesting power system *inspired by Hunter X Hunter *inspired by Peerless Dad *inspired by The Novel's Extra
Alfir · 35.7K Views

that one SWURD

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine.
xyltharion · 72 Views

Entwined: Stuck in Her Grip

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.
Astra_Qilla · 6.9K Views
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