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¿Cuán masiva debe ser la riqueza de una familia que ha sido transmitida durante cinco mil años? ¡A veces, nunca sabrás cuán rica es realmente tu familia hasta que presiones un poco a tus padres! Solo después de heredar la fortuna de cinco mil años de su familia, Zhang Menglong se dio cuenta de que la alegría de los ricos es tan simple. Presidente del banco, "Señor Zhang, por favor, le suplico que deposite su dinero en nuestro banco, ¡y usted puede fijar la tasa de interés!" La segunda generación más rica de Huaxia, "¿Todo el mundo pertenece a su familia o qué?" La persona más rica del mundo, "¡Siento que soy solo un hombre pobre!" Familia Real Europea, "Señor Zhang, ¿le falta una novia? Si es así, ¿le importaría encontrar una? Si no, ¿le importaría una más? ¿Qué opina sobre la princesa de nuestro país?" Más tarde, Zhang Menglong descubrió que la universidad que sus padres le dejaron era lo más impresionante. ¡De hecho, ser decano resultó ser aún más alegre que ser la persona más rica del mundo!

At dawn. The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows... A lantern bearer strolled forward.

The sky burned the night the Arcane Crown was shattered. From atop the Celestial Spire, King Varethion the Wise wielded the divine artifact, his golden armor reflecting the flickering light of the stars. He stood alone against the Seven Betrayers—once his most trusted allies, now consumed by greed. "You do not understand what you do," Varethion warned, his voice carrying through the storm. "The Crown is not merely power—it is balance. If you break it, Valtheris itself will break with it." But his words fell on deaf ears. The warlords, mages, and kings who had once sworn loyalty to him struck as one. The Crown cracked, its divine essence splintering into seven shards that scattered across the world. As Varethion fell, the heavens wept. Magic twisted, the elements raged, and the gods turned their backs on mortals. The continent of Valtheris, once a united empire, descended into war and ruin. For two centuries, the shards of the Crown have been hoarded by rulers who claim divine right. But no king can wear the broken Crown, and so the world remains fractured. Until now.

Nate’s POV: The Beast Awakens The burning started in my chest—subtle at first, like a dull ache, but it quickly spread like wildfire. My vision blurred, and every nerve in my body screamed. Not now. Not here. I stumbled back, gripping my arms as the pain intensified. It felt like something inside me was tearing free, clawing its way to the surface. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me dimmed. "Nate, stay with me!" Leona’s voice barely registered through the storm raging in my head. The heat surged, and with it, a primal force I couldn’t contain. My skin prickled, muscles twisting and bones cracking as fur erupted along my arms. My hands... no, claws now, dug into the dirt. My nails were black, curved, and razor-sharp. A deep, guttural growl escaped my throat, one I didn’t recognize as my own. "Nate!" Leona yelled again, stepping closer. Brave, or stupid. Maybe both. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her fear hit me like a wave—but behind it, there was something else. Trust. “Stay back,” I growled, my voice layered with something... inhuman. My lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth. The beast wanted out. It wanted blood. But I wasn’t ready to give it everything. Not yet. With a shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand, claws flexing, muscles coiled like steel. I could feel the strength surging through me—powerful, untamed, and deadly. "You wanted a monster," I snarled, glaring at the enemy ahead. "You’ve got one." ---

When the three glass city-states suspended in the sky began to bleed, the last utopia in the era of interstellar migration showed its cracks. Photon crystallization technology casts human souls into glass, but it cannot seal the poisonous fog of lust for power - the energy tower of the Glow Council is about to burn out, the black market transactions of the Mirror Chamber of Commerce swallow up the starlight, and the doomsday bell of the Prism Knights has already sounded. The surface echoes.

In the year 2149, humanity survives inside a colossal, AI-generated simulation called "The Archive", designed to preserve human consciousness after Earth's collapse. The Archive is structured like an infinite library, with each "book" representing a person's life. But when the Archive's walls begin to crack, monstrous entities called "Narrative Eaters" (resembling biomechanical Titans) emerge to devour stories-erasing people from existence.

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there. Then, the sky cracked open. A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive. People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this: [Limitless Weapon Mastery] "Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential." No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill? But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth: It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

Vale is just hanging out inside the mall and plan to eat his favorite food when disaster strike! the whole world shake and the ground crack spewing out some cannot fooder from somewhere not earth, soon after the world change into something new and power shifted to those who has strength, Vale awakened something from hi after an unprecedented occurance join in the chaos of devils and exorcist!

Hu Li Hua, a 22nd-century botanist, suddenly finds herself stranded in the world of the novel she just finished reading. Damn it! She’s destined to be cannon fodder who dies at the very beginning of the story?! No! She refuses! Her family, who doesn’t love her, is doomed to die one by one as cannon fodder for the female and male protagonists? Fine! Let them be! She’ll escape with her mother and enjoy the story from afar. Huh? But why has her family suddenly started loving her? What about the Green Tea Girl they always adored? “Miss Hu, can we get married and have a few adorable children?” In the middle of the night, a seductive man’s voice whispered softly in her ear. “What?! Marriage and kids?! No, I don’t want that! I just want to be a salted fish and enjoy my lazy life!” Little did Hu Li Hua know, not only was her Melon-Eating System shaking the Imperial Court, but… her inner thoughts could also be heard by others! Can Hu Li Hua escape her fate as cannon fodder? And can the handsome man win Hu Li Hua’s heart? (Note: “eating melon” is slang for gossiping.)

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

The entire world was at peace until one day ; a crack appeared in the sky and out of the dark chasm, monsters from the otherworld poured out. These otherworld monsters had a single goal, destroy the world. The powerful invaders treated the inhabitants like livestock, killing and massacring as they went. Damien, whose parents from two of the most powerful races. The Angel race and the Vampire race travels a journey of struggles and bloodshed to avenge his parents and.... ERADICATE ALL MONSTERS.

Lyla Knight thought she knew her husband, the enigmatic and stoic Noah Anderson—CEO of a billion-dollar empire and the golden bachelor of City A. Their marriage was a quiet agreement, a union arranged by their families to ensure Lyla's safety and happiness. For two years, Noah was away expanding his business, and Lyla pursued her dream of becoming a singer, believing they were just two polite strangers bound by a contract. But appearances can be deceiving. Noah Anderson, the king of the business world, has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beneath his calm demeanor lies an obsession—a love so deep that he’s been silently protecting his innocent "little rabbit" from the shadows. When he finally returns, his carefully constructed facade begins to crack. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs one day, his voice a mix of pleading and determination, “I let them think I didn’t love you enough to show you off. But now, can we go public? Let me slap their faces with the truth.” Even the king of hell is willing to make puppy eyes to convince his wife to acknowledge him as her husband—a sight that leaves his assistant Cheng fleeing the office in shock. But Lyla’s world is truly shaken when she stumbles into Noah’s private library and finds a hidden treasure trove: old, secretly taken photos of herself from years before they were married. Her heart pounds as she backs away, only to collide with the man himself. His familiar scent surrounds her as his deep, velvety voice whispers near her ear, “It has always been you, sweetheart.” Caught between the shy, gentlemanly facade she believed in and the possessive, passionate man he truly is, Lyla must navigate the truth about her husband and their secret marriage.

Yo, what's up?! So, imagine this—one day I’m just chillin', living my best life, and then BAM! I wake up in this crazy Isekai world with this weird energy zapping through me. I'm like, "What in the world is going on?!" It's hype, it’s scary, it’s like nothing I've ever seen. And let me tell you, this place? It's got secrets everywhere, and my story is more twisted than a pretzel factory. Like, seriously, this world’s got more surprises than your wildest dreams. Stay tuned, because it's about to get wild up in here!

Space trembled, shockwaves rippling through the air as the ground cracked apart. A dimensional rift tore open, and from within, a dark figure emerged. Humanoid in structure but radiating an aura of pure malevolence, the creature's red eyes locked onto the being standing before it. It was not bound by the concepts of human or animal—it saw all living things as mere prey, to be consumed without hesitation. Victor clenched his fist, his body tensing as a surge of resolve filled him. His eyes burned with determination. In that moment, he knew this was just another battle to face. In a world full of wonder and danger, how would the events unfold as the rifts continued to tear through reality? Author Note- I hope everyone will like this novel that I am trying to create. Please give your support so I can continue to write more and widen my horizon.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

[18+ Content Warning] Lost and alone, Ace wakes up on a mysterious bridge with no memories of who she is or how she got there. But she's not alone for long. Found by a mysterious Sidhe (Shee), an immortal creature of legend, Ace is taken to the village of The Dread, a place where the fabric of reality is woven from truth and honesty. In this strange new world, words have power - and truth is the only currency. The villagers trade in secrets and stories, and deception comes with a steep price. As Ace tries to find her place in The Dread, she must face the possibility that her memories may never return. But as she learns more about the village and its people, she starts to uncover clues about a bigger truth. Will she be able to remember her past, or will the secrets of The Dread remain a mystery? And what will she discover about this strange new world and her place in it?

Origin World is the battlefield for all the Lords that are summoned to fight and decide the fate of Earth. Origin Lords are the people who get summoned and the people who need to fight against all the challenges thrown at them and against their fellow lords. Me? I am an Origin Lord who uses money to be the strongest Lord in this world. =Author Note= This is a self-indulgent novel. It is a crack with a plot. You have been warned.

Prince Xyrus of Feron and Princess Valencia of Pherr are forced into a marriage to unite their warring kingdoms. Xyrus, a stoic and duty-bound heir, sees the union as a necessary sacrifice, while Valencia, a fiery and rebellious princess, views it as a prison. From a loveless wedding to clashing in the palace, their animosity is undeniable. But as they navigate court politics and an assassination attempt, their hatred begins to crack. Just as they start to fall for each other, a betrayal threatens to tear them apart.

Are your own voices echoing in an empty room more frightening, or is it being alone in that room with loneliness itself? How did I get to this situation? How could I be so reckless? Why did everyone see my life as normal? Why is it that while I'm running to hell, there are only spectators around me? As it is stated in Surat al-Kahf: "And you will understand that you will find no refuge other than Allah.” This verse became a light in the darkness surrounding my life, and I finally realized that I had no one to take refuge from except my Lord. I have found no other refuge from him. When I said that everything was over, my great miracle was included in my life. But I'm not worthy of him, nor is this heart of mine sensible enough to understand that… I guarantee a story that you will read with bated breath... how many pieces will Merve's world be divided into? Will Furkan be able to heal his wounds, or will he deepen those wounds even more? This is the story of finding yourself, getting lost and surviving... Are you ready to step into Merve's world now?

Shirley investigates the world and solves mysteries everywhere. She questions the suspects, examines the clues, follows every lead she has, and stops the person or persons behind the case when she cracks the case. Later, she teams up with a girl named Diane Watson, who helps her solve cases.

Years ago, a strange crack appeared in the sky. No one could explain where it came from or how it opened. From the crack came terrifying creatures called Riftborn. To fight back, the Supreme Sorcerer Detective Court (SSDC) was formed. This group of powerful sorcerers and fighters became humanity’s protectors, standing against the Riftborn and helping those in need. Victor Noir, once a professor at a famous academy, was invited to join the SSDC after the leader of Squad 7 was killed in battle. Though he had no experience with the Riftborn, Victor accepted the challenge. Victor’s mission is not only to fight the Riftborn but also to uncover the truth behind the crack in the sky. Is it possible to close it? Who or what opened it? These questions haunt him as he works to protect Archkam City.

"Let her go" segye said his voice slipping from a commanding tone to pleading .. "If i decide not to ,what would you do "? li liuax asked blood dripping from the right side of his head ... segye ,please help me ...eun seo cried as she struggled in li liuax hands. "You have ruined my entire army and half of my people , she will pay for your sins ..li liuax replied holding his crystaled dagger to her neck. "Segye ,do something , please don't let him hurt me she begged as tears ran down her eyes .. "Don't do it, u can take me instead, don't touch her ....let her go! i beg you, just let her go segye pleaded as he fell to his knees. Li liuax smiled bitterly " what do we have here the great lord on his knees because of a woman, a mere mortal ...watch her die he said as he sliced her throat .... Stop........Nooo!!!!! He watched as blood ran down her hands as she fell to her knee at last in a short breath she died .....Thunder roared, lightening flashed striking each side of the dimension with violent force. He pulled her lifeless body into his hands " Eun seo, hey stay with me alright ".she was gone "..... "Aarghhhh... He yelled the earth and soil cracked and shook violently ... "What have you done you will pay dearly for this "he said as he placed her body gently to the ground, rose into the air, the soil beneath him began to erupt and follow suit, the air grew chill and still, his eyes the color of the deep blue sea... power emitted from him. "LI liuax stood frozen, his mouth agape, fear gripped him like a leach, he trembled under the presence of a stronger being. Light and wind connected, soil and water merged a tsunami arose combining into one before erupting like a volcano, fire sprouted and conquered the entire dimension ..... "Segye landed on his feet the bright and dark color in his eyes vanished. The shield which had appeared above eun seos body cracked open .... "just then segye realized that she too had become a god ....... THE LORD OF GODS Read more..

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

"Discover that which is meant for you." Something wanders the world between worlds, peering through the cracks, waiting to be released.

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

Henry Miller always dreamt of being teleported to a fantasy world but he never expected that a fantasy world would be brought to him. On that day, the earth cracked open letting loose monsters and magical beasts onto the surface. A stroke of misfortune causes Henry to be incapable of leveling, and in turn, he is forced to become stronger through the power of exercise mixed with a fiery resolve and unparalleled regenerative powers. This isn't a story of candy and roses, but one of pain, struggling, and a strong reliance on community to work together in order to survive. Out of the ruins of shattered earth, many will rise to the top and many will fall at the feet of others, but there are very few truly strong enough to protect others, and of those few even less will willingly choose to do so. Therefore it is Henry's duty to carry that torch and be someone who can bear that responsibility. Through light and darkness, Henry will remain as the pin that holds together the World Shatter.

We are currently on a hiatus till dec 25th (date is subjective to change if I finish rewriting early) Reason: Currently in the middle of rewriting from ch 1 (better quality) + getting a bit of back log ready for daily ch posts. Thank you so much for following along till now. ——————————————————————— When I fell from that bridge, I thought I was finally going to be free. I have never been more wrong. I woke up in a world shaped by forgotten gods and cursed by powers no mortal can hope to comprehend. The kingdoms here crumble under unseen hands, ancient cards that whisper in forgotten tongues, and somewhere beyond the edge of reality, a jester laughs—his voice carried on winds that no one else can hear. They say fate is a game, and we are the pieces. But the rules are hidden, and the players remain unseen. I’ve seen the signs: spirals twisting in the heart of storms, shadows that stretch when no light falls, statues with eyeless faces that watch… and remember. But there’s something more. A riddle unanswered, a truth buried in the cracks of this broken world: Who holds the reins? Who decides what lives and what dies? I wasn’t the first to stumble into their design. I wasn’t the second. I am the last. I am the end. This is the legend of the pawn who turned the strings of fate. The fable of the twenty-third curse. The legend of the puppeteer.