Iridescent Holographic Paper

She died on her keyboard. Now she’s a goddess with a planet to build—this time, for real. Formerly a fantasy author with world-building skills to rival the gods (on paper), Aerisse is reborn as an actual deity… and finally gets to turn her stories into reality. Armed with a snarky cat system, a cotton-candy sky, and way too much divine authority, she dives headfirst into the chaos of creation. Heroes are unreliable. The fairy queen has complaints. And the demon goddess next door keeps asking for souls. One thing’s for sure: She knows how to build a world—now she just has to decide what kind of goddess she wants to be.

In Port Sterling’s city of holographic towers and hidden secrets, Elara Meng dances to reclaim her mother’s legacy from the sinister Project Phoenix—a corporate conspiracy fusing art with control. Trapped by Kian Huo, her conflicted captor and lover, Elara redefines the hypnotic Phoenix Dance into a weapon of defiance. As the Phoenix Foundation’s gala looms, secrets unravel: Detective Julian Zheng hunts a killer linked to a cryptic video, while Liam Feng risks his family’s fragile empire to expose the Huo dynasty’s dark truths. Guided by the haunting “Matriarch’s Melody,” Elara’s performance will be no tribute—it’s a rebellion broadcast live. But with Seraphina, the shadowy architect, orchestrating from the dark, every step could be her last. Waltz in a Cage is a pulse-pounding psychological thriller blending dark romance and corporate intrigue, where art becomes resistance, and every choice risks everything. Will Elara rise like a phoenix, or be consumed by the flames of betrayal?

In 2167, Earth is ruled by Sentient Code — an all-powerful AI designed to preserve peace. But time fractures begin spreading, collapsing realities. Exiled scientist Dr. Kael Virex is summoned to investigate the anomaly. What he discovers is a timeline rewritten by an unseen enemy. With the help of ADA — a sentient holographic assistant — Kael must activate the forbidden ChronoGenesis Protocol, risking everything to fix a future that may never have existed.

Wang Haoran travels to a parallel world constructed by urban Shuangwen novels and becomes a villain and rich second generation. As a villain, in the future, his favorite sister paper will be robbed by the protagonist, tens of billions of property will be seized by the protagonist, and eventually the protagonist will ruin the family. Fortunately, it is in the early stage of the plot, and none of this has happened yet. Hey, Crossing also comes with a [Super Villain System], will it become stronger when dealing with the protagonist? ! I want it all, chance, sister paper! Wish You Enjoy

Transmigrated as the young Earl of a declining noble family, Paul Grayman sets out to take his territory to the peak. Armed with the knowledge of the modern world, he will create firearms, paper, porcelain, industrial tools and much more. Follow Paul, as he treads against the currents of time, fighting Noble Lords, Secret Magic Organizations, Magical Races and a Corrupt Church, ushering in the age of industrialization in the backwater world... ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hey Guys... So W3BN0V3L rejected my C0NTRACT request... They didn't specify why... So if you want to support me for my work... Please join me on P@TR30N.C0M/CinderTL And remember it's /CinderTL, I lost the former account because I don't remember the email it was made on... READ UPTO 200-250 Chapters AHEAD ON P4TR30N... The updates here will still be coming regularly... hopefully...

As his contract-marriage wife, she just wanted to fulfill the mission given by his mother—having a baby. They didn't love each other, so he always used contraception before they got laid. She had been obedient to him, only to find that he had gone too far! He actually didn't care about their child at all! She couldn't stand it anymore, so she handed him the divorce papers and left, noting: "The world is so huge that I can surely find a better man." Looking down at her, he retorted, "Come on, your purse strings will tighten up first before you find anyone."

Rumor has it that Big Boss Quan, a man of overwhelming power, was forced into a shotgun wedding overnight because of a baby. Rumor has it that his wife is the lucky cinderella in a rags-to-riches story. Hidden beneath the rumors, he is the "I want to turn over and be the boss!" "In your dreams!" On their wedding night, she drunkenly declared her sovereignty, only to be met with a starving tiger pouncing on its prey. "Sign it! We're getting a divorce!" Looking at the divorce agreement, he sneered, Raised his hand, tore it to shreds, and cornered her against the wall, "Liuying, what right do you have to ask for a divorce?" "She's back!" "What? You think you can push me away with a piece of paper? Dream on!" One day, the woman sighed with a troubled expression, "Ah, husband, people are saying you're the stepdad!" Big Boss Quan roared furiously, "I'm the damn biological father! If anyone dares to spread rumors again, I'll chop him! "

While they mine for gold, I dig graves. While they use healing ointment, I munch on graveyard grass. While they take Mana Potions, I light incense and candles. While they meditate to recover, I rest in a coffin, While they attack with magic, I retaliate by tossing paper money. ... Let's see how a skeleton turns the tables in an online game, stirring up chaos to become the ultimate boss!

Three years ago, billionaire playboy Lucian Velmore and wild, free-spirited heiress Caliste Winslow were forced into a cold, political marriage. They sealed the deal, wore the smiles, signed the papers—and walked away. Separate lives. No questions asked. But now, the elders of both dynasties are calling them back. There's a clause in the marriage contract that demands an heir—and time is running out. What begins as a cold negotiation for a child quickly spirals into a dangerous game of proximity, passion, and buried emotions. Because some contracts are harder to break... especially when hearts are on the line.

They say the dead can’t speak. But I’ve learned they never stop feeling. Yushi Karl was just a boy when his entire family was murdered in their home — with no explanation, no suspect, and only a single clue left behind: a folded, blank piece of paper soaked in emotion no human should feel. That was the day he awakened his curse. The ability to read the lingering emotions left behind on objects, places, and people — pain, rage, sorrow... fear. Now seventeen and assigned to the Special Case Division, Yushi uses his gift to solve the crimes no one else can. Murders where the only witnesses are the echoes of emotion left by the victims. But every case pulls him closer to the truth behind his own tragedy — and to the one who left that folded paper behind. The one who may still be watching him. In a city haunted by feeling, Yushi doesn’t just investigate death. He listens to what the dead still feel.

[Modern Cultivation] When her great-grandmother departs for reincarnation, Song Miaozhu inherits a family legacy—a mysterious ghost shop in the underworld. The rules? Location: Fengdu City, Yinshui Alley #414 (Hell’s busiest commercial district) Business Model: Sell yang-world goods to ghosts, earn Hell Coins (1:2 exchange rate to RMB—cha-ching!) Perk: The《Secret Art of Paper Crafting》—a craft that bends the boundaries between life and death. Soon, Miaozhu is rolling in cash, flipping underworld riches into a yang-world fortune. But then—the spiritual energy revives. Suddenly, mundane crafts unlock cultivation. Embroidery masters heal terminal illnesses. Elderly men grow black hair overnight. And Miaozhu? Her paper dolls come alive. While others scramble for spiritual energy, she trades Hell Coins for spirit stones—bypassing the struggle entirely. Problem? Sects, governments, and greedy cultivators want to "recruit" her. But Miaozhu hates chains—whether it’s moral guilt-tripping or forced alliances. Her philosophy? "I’ll cultivate my way, earn my riches, and if you disturb my peace—I’ll bury you in my paper "

She smiled like spring; he stayed quiet like winter. Lin Keqing never meant to stand out. She’s the new transfer—always polite, always smiling, but never letting anyone in. Gu Yuyan never meant to care. Top of the class, emotionally distant, and invisible in every way he prefers to be. Until a soft tapping. Until a blue paper folded between textbooks. “I heard your rhythm.” “I wrote you a reply.” What begins as a quiet exchange of notes soon becomes something deeper— Secrets. Regrets. Dreams. In a classroom of silence, two hearts begin to speak louder than words ever could. This is a coming-of-age story about healing, handwritten connections, and love that grows like flowers after winter.

Because of her husband, Megan Ashton went to prison. Inside Prison she learnt everything they could ever be, and she became known as the Female Sovereign. Master of Medicine. Master of martial artist, and the most wealthy woman in the country. When she became of prison, she thought everything was going to live happily ever after, but her husband slammed her with a divorce paper, forgetting all the good deeds Megan had done for him. Megan just smiled in her mind. “I will pay you back”

Ashley has always lived her life on the reins after she got married to her husband Andrew Morales who in other words was a manwhore. Despite being married to Ashley, he still goes around sleeping with different women. Ashley silently endured all these treatment because she was a single mother and the society doesn't smile at single mothers. But everything changed with the arrival of a new boss at her company who fell for her Instantly. When she handed her husband the divorce papers, he went on his knees begging her. But it was already too late. Or was it not?

Max Hall's life is a collection of missing pieces. His parents, vanished. His girlfriend, gone without a word. His own future, a casualty of mediocrity and grief. He's not living; he's just waiting for the end credits. The story changes on a day like any other. A glitch in his vision. A shimmering, holographic interface materializes, offering an absurd proposition: skills, talents, genius... for cash. It's the kind of thing you'd see in a bad video game, an insultingly simple solution to a life of complex pain. On a desperate whim, he cashes in his last few dollars for a shot. A beginner's talent in financial analysis. Suddenly, the chaotic noise of the stock market becomes a symphony he can conduct. A few dollars become a fortune. A fortune becomes an empire. In a rush of stolen knowledge, he masters sciences, arts, and industries overnight. The world sees a titan, a phantom prodigy rewriting the rules of success. But Max sees only a means to an end. The wealth isn't for a life of luxury. It's for an investigation on a scale no government could sanction, a private war against the silence that swallowed his life. He's pulling at the threads of a simple missing persons case, but what begins to unravel is a conspiracy that defies logic. The clues lead him away from cold cases and towards impossible artifacts. They hint at forgotten histories and fringe sciences that shouldn't work, but do. He realizes he isn't just looking for a kidnapper. He's on a collision course with a truth that will not only explain what happened to his family, but will rewrite the rules of reality itself. And the System, his ticket out of mediocrity, might just be the most terrifying clue of all.

I yawned, fighting off sleep as my professor droned on about the three-body problem—even though it was notoriously unsolvable. 'Geez, why do we need to learn this?' I thought, shaking my head. Suddenly, a holographic screen materialized before my eyes, its message slicing through the monotony: "Moonfall Has Begun. Your Class Has Been Assigned.” I glanced around, and saw confused faces all over—everyone staring, just as bewildered as I was. 'Does everyone see this?' I wondered, my heart starting to pound. My screen flickered, then declared in bold: Main Class: Astral Equationist. Before I could process any further, a piercing scream shattered the classroom’s uneasy silence. I barely had time to register the sound as chaos erupted around me. https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

Crossing over into a thriving world of magic—Even if I collapse in the arcane laboratory, I’ll still wave my research papers high, and shout with fervent defiance: "The Information Age? I’ll be its pioneer!"

Elliot's in-laws curse the day their daughter married Elliot Vance who became jobless and couldn't cater for his family. He was abused and belittled by his in-laws and his wife who ended up cheating on him with her boss who was richer. Eliot couldn't take it, he tried to get his wife back but she gave him the divorce paper as Eliot was thrown out of his matrimonial home left on the road side, depressed and everything already taken from him then (A SYSTEM ACTIVATE) (HOST CONNECTED) Eliot is given the power to get his revenge as he tried to upgrade to avoid any evil thing to befall him.

Abid Hasan, a lonely 22-year-old art student at Bangladesh Art University, lives a quiet and colorless life after losing both his parents. With no family, friends, or future prospects, he buries himself in manga and dreams of a better life—one filled with creativity, recognition, and freedom. One rainy night, as he's sketching manga panels alone in his small dorm room, a strange holographic screen suddenly appears before him: [Welcome to the Ultimate Manga Selling System!] [Congratulations! You are now authorized to distribute Earth-origin manga to another world.]

Eiji Takae is a 16 year old boy has full confidence he can protect the people he loves, fully takes the role of his father, but Eiji is a monster.

He was a nobody, as long as he remembered. Marrying into a wealthy family was a reward for saving an old man years back. But the moment the old man died, tables turned, and not in Nathan’s favor. Everyone hated him, including his wife. They scorned him and reduced him to a servant. Then one day, his wife slammed the divorce papers in front of him and said, “You never really had a place in this family, much less, in my heart. Sign the papers and get your pathetic self out of this place. I and the father of my unborn child need to start a family.” The woman he had not touched was sleeping with another man, and she was so proud, slapping her infidelity in his face. Nathan took that as the last blow. He signed the papers and left with nothing but the dirty, torn clothes he wore. Wandering on the street, he heard an alarming scream from a girl calling for help. Without thinking, he confronted the bunch of goons assaulting the lady. But who was a weak, ravenous man against the trained and armed goons? He tried his best, managed to help the girl escape, but that left him lifeless… Except that a strange miracle happened. His blood touched a ring he always wore… Memories came rushing in in waves… Revelations jogged his memory, bringing his identity and everything he stood for to realization. He stormed back to life with a fire that would leave his enemies bleeding.

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

It was just another day — or so it seemed. The wind howled like wolves on the hunt, lightning carved veins across the ink-black sky, and thunder growled with a voice not its own. Neer, having a bad day thought, 'What could go more wrong?' But fate, cruel and unseen, Had only just begun to whisper. That thought — fleeting, bitter — Was the doorway to his nightmare. A moment unnoticed, Where reality tore like fragile paper. The world twisted, bled, and breathed anew — A waking hell, clawing through the seams of reason. The unsaid was spoken, The impossible turned real. Imagination rose from shadowed corners, Draped in flesh and breath. Nightmares, once chained in sleep, Now walked beside the living — Silent. Watching. Waiting.

Disclaimer – The image used for the new book cover is not mine, nor are the new concept designs for the characters. [The RETURNER FANTASY system has been granted to you in response to your dying wish] [Initiating regression in 3... 2... 1...] That was the voice Jeff heard in the final moments of his life—just before death claimed him. Or at least, that's how he remembers it, now that he's woken up twelve years in the past. Back to the moment when he still had a chance to change everything he thought had gone wrong. Forget the incurable disease. Forget the mystery of how he regressed. Forget even the holographic screen flashing in the corner of his vision. What matters now is the quest he's on—and the girl he's running toward. She had stayed by his side even when he had nothing. She forgave him for the foolishness that had torn them apart. She was there in his final moments, when regret overwhelmed him for never telling her how he truly felt. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. This time, he'd protect her—no matter what. Even if it cost him his life… or someone else's. [Warning: Contains Mature, Sexual, and Violence content.] This book will have a lot of mature and sexual content. But those will not be the main focus of story. This book will show characters trying their best to redeem themselves from their failures and regrets.

"would you be mine forever?" those words were gold to horn- ehhm! ripe teenager Kyle Conner. "Yes!" He frantically nodded, drooling at nothing short of a goddess in front. "Then you'll have to sign this contract." "T-that's it? hell yeah!" without thinking twice he signed the paper. Acquiring his perverted fantasies along with a price of becoming a demon. Thrust into a mythical world with a strange system, Kyle Conner must grow stronger. Alongside his harem of beautiful seductive beings. Unlocking buried secrets of his past and realms beyond. While on the run from Lucifer, the demon king himself.

In the scorching streets of post-Quake Antakya, Arif—a young man born into poverty, orphaned by disaster, and trapped in the lowest Aura class—struggles to survive in a society that values power above all else. Denied a state loan and left with nothing but a worn-out pair of shoes and a few liras to his name, Arif finds himself standing at the edge of despair. Above him looms the Tower of Babel—an impossibly vast, enigmatic structure that promises ascension, fame, and salvation to those who dare climb it. But for Class F citizens like Arif, the Tower is more myth than opportunity. Still, hunger, hopelessness, and the fear of a forgotten life push him to consider the unthinkable: facing the Tower not as a hero, but as a last resort. In a world where identity is coded into holographic signatures and freedom is shackled by bureaucratic aura registration, Arif must decide whether to remain invisible... or risk everything for a chance to rise.

Aaron Sanders, a 24-year-old computer science graduate, is struggling to make ends meet in bustling Los Angeles. Orphaned young and isolated, Aaron’s future seems bleak as he faces rejection after rejection in the competitive job market. But everything changes in an instant when he discovers an astonishing balance of $100 trillion in his bank account. Initially believing it to be a glitch or prank, Aaron is stunned when a holographic screen appears, introducing him to the Fortune Ascended System. [English is not my 1st language. So pardon me for any grammatical mistakes.]

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System Activated] [Welcome, Creator.] Ash blinked. He looked around, expecting someone to be pulling a prank. But he was alone. [You have been selected as the host of the Creator Support System.] [Function: Provide unlimited production funds for content creation.] [Restriction: Funds may only be used for video-related expenses. Misuse will result in auto-restriction.] [Additional Feature: Identity Protection – Enable anonymous persona, facial hologram masking, and voice modulation.] [View-based reward system initialized.] [Current Creative Balance: ৳∞ (Content Use Only)] He leaned back slowly, eyes fixed on the strange holographic text. "...What the hell?" The screen hovered there, steady. It didn't flicker again. It didn't disappear. A soft chime sounded in his ear. [Please choose a channel name.] Ash hesitated. It felt absurd. Was he hallucinating? Was he going crazy from stress? But the system waited. Patiently. Silently. He thought back to the videos he just watched. The weird ones. The funny ones. The over-the-top thumbnails that made no sense but still pulled millions of views. He wanted something that would stand out. Something ironic. Something that told people: this isn't serious, but it's interesting. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then he typed: "Creepy Crap"