Traduction Swell

(Working synopsis) DISCORD NOW OPEN: https://discord.gg/apAsCne7GT An ominous encounter in a quiet forest sets the stage for a horror that no one saw coming. When Cody and Aya, amidst a school journey, stumble upon a deer with haunting, vacant eyes, it becomes a forewarning of the nightmare awaiting civilization. The city, once bustling with life, now echoes with screams and terror. An unstoppable plague transforms its inhabitants into voracious zombies, their once-human eyes now an unsettling milky white. As the undead rise and chaos engulfs the streets, a determined police force, spearheaded by the sharp-shooting Stalker and the tenacious Sarge, grapples with the swelling tide of the undead, working desperately to shield the remaining uninfected. At the heart of this apocalypse, Cody, Aya, and their band are thrust into the frontline of this battle against the undead. With each passing moment, they must unravel the origin of this zombie outbreak while facing heart-wrenching choices for survival.

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

Traduction (EN)

In his previous life, Jag Arclight was a shut-in gamer who lived and breathed strategy games—especially Tower Defense. On a stormy night, a freak accident during a tournament finale transported his soul into the very world he obsessed over. He awakens in a body not his own. His new identity? Prince Jag of Stormwatch Citadel—a legendary but crumbling stronghold perched atop the edge of the Whispering Range. Known as the Last Bastion, Stormwatch is the final line of defense against the tide of darkness swelling from the East. The Kingdom is already on the brink, and Jag has been summoned on Day One with a cruel decree: "Defend Stormwatch, or perish with it." Armed with a mysterious Defense Command System, Jag must now construct towers, deploy units, unlock hidden talents, and make life-or-death decisions as waves of monsters, warbands, and horrors descend upon him. But this is no longer a game. There are no restarts. Every loss is real. Every life counts. Worse yet, the System doesn’t reward idleness. It issues brutal tasks that come with a single warning: Failure = Execution.

Weewooweewoo! As the latest agent recruited by the Bureau of Paranormal Activity, Catheris Orial–suffice to say–is NOT having a swell time being dragged around. His mentor is kind of a deadbeat; he has to wake up way too early; it's obviously not fun getting jumped on the job; and oh… oh that damned partner of his…! Catheris never asked for any of this–in fact he didn't want the job in the first place; he was already a tailor. Rather, he was forced into this by an unexpected roommate. He knew that moving to a new place would bring along some uncertainties and surprises, but having a demon was NOT what he had in mind. It’d never show itself and would fuck up his kitchen for whatever petty reason. He didn't care about that, why would he? He found it a tad bit amusing–until its behavior had a drastic change. He found himself having episodes: clawing at his neck, unable to breathe. Suddenly, he’d wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, chest tight before he’d notice the wetness on his cheeks–crying searing hot ink again. The most jarring thing was how it’d appear in his liminal dreams. He wasn't the paranoid type, but he wasn't stupid–it was all real. That’s when he unfortunately met Detective Mr. Beo, who offered him a deal–either suffer, or let the government study him. Unfortunately, said detective is also his partner. But… the other coworkers aren't so bad. In conclusion the man is fucked, literally and metaphorically.

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.

Ayla Rahmani never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind where a broke nurse like her ends up in the bed of Indonesia’s most untouchable billionaire after a single night of escape from reality. But one drunken mistake at a high-society masquerade ball leaves her with two surprises: a positive pregnancy test... and a cold, unwanted proposal from Leonard Darmawan—the very CEO she can’t stand. To Leo, marriage is just another business contract. To Ayla, it's a lifeline for her unborn child. Neither expects the sterile, awkward marriage to become something warmer, deeper—something real. But behind closed doors, love begins to grow in the quietest ways: in late-night meals, shared silences, and a husband's gentle hand on a swelling belly. Until the past catches up—with secrets that threaten everything they’ve built. Will their fragile bond survive the truth? Or will love after marriage prove too delicate to endure?

When university student Theo Ramirez has a chance run-in with Officer Mara Delaney, a solitary and sharp-witted policewoman with a past she keeps tightly guarded, neither expects the encounter to spark an unlikely, age-gap friendship that reshapes both their lives. Set against the backdrop of a tense campus protest, institutional scrutiny, and public misinterpretation, Parallel Lines explores the fragile space between trust and assumption, intimacy and visibility. As Theo navigates accusations, alienation, and the weight of being “too close” to someone like Mara, the two form a bond that defies categorization—one forged not by romance, but by mutual recognition in a world that prefers simpler narratives. When whispers swell into hearings and headlines, both must decide how much they’re willing to risk to remain part of each other’s lives. Spanning years, careers, and quiet acts of devotion, Parallel Lines is a story about the quiet heroism of platonic love, the resilience of chosen connection, and what it means to stand beside someone—especially when the world tells you not to.

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

There are no declarations here. No love letters. No moments where the world stops and music swells. Just two people—Bakha and Jungkook—drawn to each other like shadows at dusk, always almost touching, always almost speaking. They’ve never really met, and yet they know each other in a way that defies logic. Like dreamers recognizing each other in a crowd, like strangers who remember the same ache. Bakha lives inside her head—quiet, watching, always wondering if she’s too much or never enough. Jungkook exists in that same weightless space, laughing with others while something inside him stays untouched. He doesn’t say much. He doesn’t need to. With her, silence feels like conversation. There’s something about the way they linger near each other in the pages of life—as if fate tied their names together and forgot to give them instructions. School, family, responsibilities—they all move around them like noise. But the real story is in the pauses. The moments where their eyes meet and the world seems to hesitate, unsure whether to continue or stay suspended in that fragile closeness. Love doesn’t shout here. It waits in hallways. It hides in shared glances. It aches when she thinks of him at night, when he wonders if she ever knew. It’s the kind of love that doesn't need to happen to exist. The kind that stays, quietly, even when they walk away. This is not a story of falling in love. It’s a story of already being there— and trying to live with everything that love cannot say out loud.

LGBT BL Story MxM Summary: Three years ago, college sweethearts Archie and William were inseparable-until a devastating car accident shattered their world. Both survived, but with severe memory loss. Archie fell into a coma that lasted three long years, while William, disoriented and broken, tried to rebuild his life without the memories of the man he once loved. Awoke from a three-year coma with memory loss, Archie struggled to recover as a familiar face haunted his thoughts-a guy who clearly meant something to him, though his name hovered just out of reach. Then, one evening, in a noisy restaurant, Archie saw him. The same guy. Only this time, he wasn't alone. A woman sat beside him, laughing softly, her hand brushing his. Archie's breath caught. His heart kicked. Something in him stirred-panic, recognition, longing. He couldn't explain it. Couldn't name it. But his body knew what his mind had forgotten. The air shifted. Time slowed. The moment swelled with a strange, unbearable tension. His body reacted instinctively, as if sensing a truth his mind hadn't yet grasped. He rose, legs unsteady, and approached, driven by a question that burned at the edge of everything. "Have we met before?" This story is a poignant tale of lost love, rediscovery, and the enduring pull of the heart-even when the mind forgets. ALL NAMES,PLACES etc., USED IN THIS NOVEL ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. ++ This story is a combination of comedy and highly emotional chapters. If you love stories that would touch your soul, I hope you like this :> ++ This story is complete, but I might consider writing a prequel/sequel of the story

Abdullah, a disillusioned teenager from the modern world, obsessed with war strategy games and dissatisfied with modern values, mysteriously wakes up in 12th-century Egypt. He is rescued from slave traders by a noble commander — Salahuddin al-Ayyubi. Taken as a servant, he learns firsthand about Salahuddin’s honor, strategic brilliance, and spiritual depth. Over time, Abdullah grows into a warrior and leader, rising through the ranks as the tides of war against the Crusaders begin to swell.

A single sentence shattered her world: “Not worthy of pride.” Those words echoed in her mind, leaving her feeling like a ghost, drifting through life without purpose. She retreated into the shadows, her small room becoming a sanctuary of silence, where the outside world felt like a distant dream. Days blurred together, each one a reminder of her isolation. But then came the soft knock at her door, a gentle interruption to her solitude. A delivery boy named Kaito, with his quirky sticky notes and warm smile, brought a spark of light into her darkness. “If you like sweets, I’ll bring melon bread tomorrow,” he wrote, his words wrapping around her heart like a comforting embrace. His kindness was a lifeline, a reminder that she was seen, even when she felt invisible. Each note was a small treasure, igniting a flicker of hope within her. Why did he care? His presence stirred something deep inside her, a longing for connection she thought she had lost forever. When her money ran out and she felt the weight of despair, Kaito didn’t turn away. Instead, he offered her a chance—a job at his grandmother’s bakery. The thought of stepping outside filled her with both fear and excitement. The world that once felt so daunting began to shimmer with possibility. As she took that first step into the sunlight, her heart raced. Kaito’s gaze met hers, and in that moment, she felt a spark of recognition, as if they were two souls intertwined by fate. Memories of laughter and warmth flooded back, whispering of a past she had buried deep. Who are you? she wondered, her heart swelling with a mix of fear and hope. With each passing day, the walls around her heart began to crumble, and the secrets of their shared history beckoned her to explore. Would she find the courage to embrace this connection, to uncover the love that had been waiting for her all along?

In her previous life, Xu Ruan was arranged by the head of the family and married Ji Cheng, a soldier in the same village. She listened to the nonsense of her good sister, misunderstood Ji Cheng's personality, divorced him and fled the village, and lived in a big city very poorly. In her second life, she went back to the night she married Ji Cheng, and saw the swelling after Ji Cheng took off his underwear was huge. She had done this thing in her previous life and couldn't close her legs all day long. She felt that she had misunderstood him in her previous life. He looked handsome, lived a good life, and had a particularly strong stamina. In this life, she must make up for the lack of husband and wife life in the previous life, and continue to live well with Ji Cheng in this life. (The setting is a chronological essay in the 1980s, an alternate background, rural life, and a living essay. All the settings are the author's private setting and do not substitute for the real situation.)

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it. Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape. "You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please," I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart. He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas. "Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing." Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me. "You're my alpha, where else would I be?" he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise. My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go. - General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace. **** STOP!!!! HERE IS 9 REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS A SHOT 1. Omegaverse 2. The Alpha is a greenflag. 3. Fluff, and cheesey cliche romance. 4. Faceslapping and revenge. 5. Smut, with no dubcon or noncon. 6. OP husband. 7. Really cliche plot honestly. Those historical manhwas but make it gay. 8. The omega/bot is not a pushover. 9. I'm asking you give it a shot please.

Devon was a fearless soldier for the mighty kingdom of Valandor, but betrayal by his closest friend led to his gruesome death—and the brutal murder of his wife and son. In another world, the God of War, Draganar, suffers a similar fate, betrayed by those he trusted most. Now, reborn in a single body, Devon and Draganar share one purpose: revenge. Armed with the god’s powers, they embark on a relentless quest for vengeance, battling powerful gods, mythical beasts, and their own dark desires. With every victory, Devon grows closer to confronting the traitor who destroyed his life. But as his power swells, so does the corruption of his soul. Can Devon reclaim his humanity, or will the bloodthirsty God of War consume him completely?

Blurb: Freya Kael has spent her life on the edges of the Whiteclaw Pack, orphaned and outsider with no claim to a name or power. Her life has been one of survival, with no family, friends, or purpose. That changes the day she learns her fated mate is none other than Finnick Logan the strong and feared Alpha of the Whiteclaw Pack. Freya’s heart swells with hope, but her world shatters when Finnick openly rejects her, calling her weak and unworthy of his name. Devastated and cast aside, Freya is forced into hiding. But Freya soon finds that her fate has much more in store. Alone and fragile, she finds she holds a secret power, one linked to a famous werewolf family long thought dead. This power could tip the balance of the werewolf world. With rival packs seeking her out and her powers getting stronger, Freya must decide whether to rise to this calling or let her hate for Finnick consume her. As secrets unravel, Finnick finds himself pulled back to Freya, haunted by his past choices and family betrayals. But with a rival pack threatening their survival and an old enemy reawakening, they may have to join despite the pain between them. Can Freya forgive the mate who destroyed her, and can Finnick redeem himself before he loses everything including Freya?

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Evelyn Rayner had lost it all, her family, her business, and, worst of all, herself. Betrayal, regret, and a spectacularly bad series of life choices had left her in ruins. But, as it turns out, fate wasn’t quite done with her. Given a second chance (thank you, universe!), she was back. Wiser, fiercer, and absolutely determined to set things right. Debts of love and loyalty? She’d repay them. Wounds she’d caused? She’d mend them. And most importantly… him. Now, in the heart of a grand ballroom, wrapped in silk and second chances, she moved through the sea of admirers like a queen on a mission. Their awed whispers and longing stares? Utterly ignored. She had eyes for only one man. Adrian Vaughn. The one she lost. The one she wouldn’t lose again. She found him at last, standing tall and unreadable, that maddening air of mystery still intact. Steeling herself, she reached him, her voice soft but daring as she teased, “Didn’t you promise me you’d only dance with me?” His piercing gaze flickered with something unreadable before amusement danced in his eyes, and a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. Leaning in, his breath warm against her ear, he murmured, “I didn’t know my little wife would be the jealous type.” The words struck her like a bolt of nostalgia. Little wife. A childhood memory bloomed; her younger self, all confidence and mischief, declaring to the world that Adrian Vaughn was hers. Now, looking at the man before her; cool, unreadable, yet teasing in a way only she could decipher; gratitude swelled within her. She had lost him once. And in her past life’s final moments, regret had nearly crushed her. But this time? Oh, she was going to make sure he knows how much she loves him.

“what? She killed her own son?” Whispers like those filled the air, everywhere she walked. “Gosh, what a monster!” All sound suddenly stopped the moment she went into the church, getting on her knees, and closing both hands that shook out of fear, starvation and a bit of something else together. “father… please forgive me.” Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head onto the ground. The wonderful statue that stood Almighty above her shined always. “I beg for your forgiveness dear father.” She said again but this time in a Shaky voice, tears nearly now rolling out her eyes. The door opened and a tall handsome man walked in. That man was her husband, and he looked at her with disgust. “Dakota…” she turned while still being on her knees, her hand reaching for his legs, but then, he moved back. Avoiding her completely. “now you come here for forgiveness?” he nearly scoffed Her eyes widened. Her husband too? She chuckled, tears pricking the side of her eyes. Her beautiful blond hair had became messy, and her complexion turned pale, her finger nails looked like they needed serious manicure. “it… it wasn’t my fault… it wasn’t.” She sobbed, but instead of him comforting her, he only turned his back. She looked up and the door slammed hard, silence staying still with her. “Dakota?” in a weak pleading voice, she called, and after no response, clenched her fists. Why did she have to get punished for what wasn’t even her fault? She sobbed once again, this time, uncontrollably. Her eyes now swelling with tears, and her hands trying to brush them away. It kept on coming. “what have I done for everyone to point hatred to me? Huh?!…”veronica looked down at the knife they usually used for slicing the bread, it seemed they had forgotten it this time. she took the knife, hesitant at first, but after getting deeper into realization that no one was coming to stop her, pressed it against her neck. “everyone has turned their backs on me when I needed them… so,” a smile tainted her lips. “I atone for all, my sins.” Splash!

Since I was born I've been a bit fragile. My bones are brittle with disease and my body constantly fighting itself. I missed many things in life and the world around me. I've never actually been in a classroom or had people other than family and it's been nine months since even they have visited. I missed championships and wars. I missed dances and celebrations. Sadly there was nothing I could do condemned to be in this hospital for all time. Calmly I studied the things I could never do like blacksmithing and combat strategies. Being male and this fragile is maddening but I'm sure it would be for anyone in my position. There is a new scientific discovery that's being unveiled today. I would have loved to be there and see it live but watching from the television is fine. I wonder what this quantum particle accelerator will bring with it. Maybe humanity will advance on this day and maybe before I die I might walk once on the beach. Watching this brilliant light show is amazing but slightly frightening at the moment it doesn't seem to be going the way it should. Havoc is ensuing within the testing site and people are rapidly being torn apart. It is horrifying but I can't look away as a black rift into the unknown best forth from seemingly nothing but thin air. The winds are swelling and the ground even here is shaking but I'm on the other side of the country. People are panicking in mass not knowing what to expect but then something willing violent bit happened as it looked like two worlds were merged in the blink of an explosion. The world has changed as what scientists would later call dimensional convergence. A message was heard in the heads of most humans that say as all manner of mythical creature appeared in mass! Our world had tripled in size and the message simply said “We don't know how we came but we are here to stay, let us have peace!” or so that's what I was told. What I heard though was “Time has not been kind so I will turn your greatest weakness into the ultimate power!” this is where is all began...and where the world started to end!

(Currently looking for an artist to design cover art so please feel free to dm me on X or discord [musuzusu] if you are willing to work) ——— A story revolving around the main character, Nel and his adventures, this is a story about disturbing circumstances, and the influence of strength. ——— Aldrith, a world of wonder, or so you thought. Before the creation of Aldrith itself, in an event labelled the Old Bleed. The progenitor of the cosmos bled and fractured into many fragments, and the blood that leaked out took form as the Ancient. Forming a connection with the Ancient allows a person to awaken sets of illogical mystical abilities, making them an Awakened. The Awakened are the champions of these lands and stand up to evil without worry. Due to forming a connection with the Ancient, they are gifted the ability to use mana. An extension of the Ancient. Another lie. The only way to even be granted the status of Awakened is first you have to sin. The Ancient feeds off blood, chaos, and the grim. It isn’t a force that gives without taking. Lots of Awakened end up corrupting their connection with the Ancient and straying from the path set by the original group of Awakened before they even get to obtain their power. Nowadays blood and malice coat the lands, and as we come to realize that the world is not what we were told to believe, it’s too late. Present day, three nations, all made up of many separate empires and kingdoms, make up most of the world’s influence. The world is brutal, bloody, and sickening. Stuck in a constant state of turmoil and chaos, it isn’t your usual peaches and cream. ——— Born and raised in pious church, Nel is an orphan who has never known his parents or siblings. Everyday he is brutally beaten and taken advantage of growing up as a child, leaving him with a bruise that time will never heal. Nel meets this girl named Elise, who happens to have a similar experience to Nel. They bond over their mutual experiences and make a decision to never leave the other’s side. Years pass and everything seems swell, but one day, Elise tells Nel she must leave the church in search of a place. A place called Valeria. Nel is distraught, confused as to why she’s leaving him. Angry at Elise, Nel runs away to cry in his solitude, waking up the next morning to see that Elise has vanished. Nel matures in the coming years, molding himself into a warrior of notable strength. After making a deal with the emperor of Solim, Nel has essentially became a lap-dog. The emperor assures Nel that if he does what he says, he will lead Nel to Valeria; a deal Nel takes with caution. Marking the start of his long path to glory. ———

In the heart of a relentless Russian winter, truth is a fragile flame. Viktor, a reclusive writer burdened by failure and haunted by the voices of his past, retreats to a desolate cabin in a snowbound village. Armed with little more than ink, paper, and a candle—an heirloom of his late mother—he vows to compose a masterpiece that unravels the marrow of human existence. But as the blizzards rage outside, his blank pages echo the haunting void within. Salvation—or perhaps confrontation—arrives in the form of Anna, a widowed woodcutter with hands calloused by labor and eyes sharpened by survival. Her pragmatism clashes with Viktor’s obsession, igniting an uneasy exchange: she leaves wood at his door each morning, and he leaves pages of his manuscript in return—pages she burns unread. As the storm grows fiercer and shadows creep closer, Viktor’s work swells with ambition, but his certainty crumbles. The cabin becomes a crucible where fire and ice, truth and futility, creation and destruction battle for dominance. With his manuscript soaked in melted snow and his spirit stretched thin, Viktor must confront a harrowing question: is the act of creation enough to stave off the weight of despair? Lyrical, haunting, and deeply introspective, The Weight of Shadows is a meditation on the fragility of art, the resilience of the human spirit, and the fleeting warmth of connection amidst the cold.

In the dismal embrace of her ancestral town, Rose, the once average girl seeks refuge from the poignant echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to the roots of her lineage will awaken dormant shadows, shattering the fragile tranquility of her existence. For when the darkness falls over the peaceful looking town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, especially towards her, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and intrigues her. With each of her heated arguments with her day-light nemesis, her prejudice increases; sometimes even more than the angst she has towards her shadowy visitor. But as she thinks her heart can only take so much, life throws her down the mystifying spiral of a prophecy. Bound by destiny's hand, she is thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries where every step unravels the fabric of her reality. Can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

One day, a colossal meteorite struck the Earth, triggering a series of cataclysms. While humans were just beginning their process of recovery and planet reconstruction, an unknown energy began to spread across the Earth. Trees grew larger, animals became more powerful, threatening the survival of humankind. Fortunately, humans did not remain passive; they evolved as well, harnessing this energy to increase their own power. Among them, some received a gift from the universe from birth: a plane seed. Over time, as the Earth expanded, the rate of plane seeds among humans continued to rise, to the extent that almost every human possessed one. A new chapter in human history unfolded, with gods as the backbone of society. Some people will call it a new dawn; the dawn of the gods, Anonymous, May 28, 81395. (english is not my birth language, so there might be some faults in the traduction)

"Finally, freedom," Xiao Yi put down her heavy luggage and surveyed the room. After a twenty-hour flight, she had finally arrived in the USA, where Xiao Yi would begin her journey as an international student. Like most international students, she rented off-campus housing. She lived in a two-story building near a park. The first floor had a large living room and a storage room, with no one living there. The second floor had a bathroom, kitchen, small living room, and two bedrooms; Xiao Yi rented one of the rooms. "Hehe, finally no one to boss me around." The nearly twenty-hour flight had left her exhausted, feeling like she was falling apart. "First, a nice bath, then sleep." With a kick of her beautiful legs, her flip-flops flew off. She quickly changed into pajamas and ran into the bathroom. Squeezing some pink shower gel into her palm, her beautiful, crystalline hands evenly spread the gel over her jade-like breasts. Then her hands continued to knead her breasts, carefully rubbing the mature, perfect bosom. The full, snow-white peaks felt indescribably comfortable under the massage of her palms. When her fingers brushed over the cherry-like nipples, she felt a surge of excitement. Enjoying the sensation of water jets stimulating her breasts, under the impact and stimulation of the water, Xiao Yi's alluring, large breasts swelled, and her nipples, like red beans, became even more erect and upturned. "Hehe, no need to worry about being discovered anymore..." #Debauchery #sexslave #Nude #DifferentWorld #Exotic #Orgy

Tsinghua University Beijing 10 June 2008. Liang Junhuan, an IT hacker specialist ,saw Zheng kerling, who is a medical student, with her friends at the library. He fell in love with her at first sight. From that day onwards, he secretly followed her wherever she goes. Junhuan have a best friend, Shawn Li, a medical student in the school. They have been friends since secondary school. Junhuan have a heavy gambler father, Liang Junshan. His mother passed away from cancer when he was 15. After he finished his college , he ran away from home and stayed at a small rented room and got his scholarship and studied in the university. 2009. He saw kerling crossing the road and a lorry was dashing towards her. He immediately pushed her away and his right knee got fractured due to the accident. Since then, he and kerling become friends. Half a year later they become a pair. But kerling did not reveal her real identity to Junhuan as she is actually Shanghai top five enterprises, Zheng kerdong’s dayghter. 2012, they have been together for three years and they stayed in a small apartment for one year. That year, kerling found out she got pregnant after valentine day celebration. That night Junhuan also proposed to her and she accepted his proposal. But things did not turn out what they expected. Junhuan fell and fainted in his workplace. As the nurse cannot find kerling, she called Junshan. Junshan found back Junhuan and locked him up in a small logistics container where he worked at Yeh enterprises. He even found out that after the diagnosis, Junhuan contracted stage 2 bone cancer. He looked for Yeh jiaming, to loan a huge amount of money for Junhuan medical expenses, but in reality he used it mainly for gambling. Junhuan fainted in the locker due to hunger and swelling of the tumor in his right knee. Junhuan immediately send him to the hospital where Sam Li, Shawn brother worked in. kerling kept looking for Junhuan, but to no avail. Left with no choice and pregnant, she went back to her own family. Back at the Zheng family, her parents accepted her and the baby. Two years later.2014. Junhuan met back kerling in Shanghai. He saw her with another man, Luo Cheng kang. She also saw him crippled with another woman, Yeh fen with a small girl. kerling gave a tight slap and left immediately. Junhuan secretly behind fen checked on kerling and start to get close to her again. But he didn’t know that fen know about it all along. On Christmas that year, he bought a huge teddy bear and went to the hospital where kerling worked in. Kerling accepted his gift but gave a wedding invitation card to him and told him she is going to marry Luo Cheng kang, Shanghai famous heart surgeon. All hopes shattered like glass. Junhuan not only lost kerling but he was beaten badly by yeh fen and tortured badly. He lost the sight of his right eye and almost lost his speech due to the pouring of boiling hot water into his throat. Junhuan spent his life miserably in the yeh family. He was treated like a dog to pay off his father’s and his own medical debts. Sadly in late 2017, he was diagnosed with the late stage of liver cancer due to the relapse of his bone cancer, wide spreading to his liver and lungs.

In the dark, under a strange-looking tree, a lady around twenty-something could be seen clenching her stomach and looking pitiful. She seemed to be in pain and was breathing heavily. Above her in the sky, the color was very black and blurry. Rain started falling, and the thunder was clapping loudly and violently. The wind was very thick, slapping everything harshly. The lady stood with the support of the tree, using one hand to prop herself against the tree and the other hand to hold her stomach tightly. She breathed out and continued moving weakly. "Seems like I'm not going to escape this. What type of poison is this?" she wondered. She unbuckled her belt to relieve some pain, then sat down somewhere and groaned while her hand wandered around on the wet ground until it made contact with something. She picked it up and saw the object with the help of the lightning. The thing was round like a bead, and something joined them together. She did not care about what it was and just swallowed it. She was going to die anyway, at least she ate something. She could not figure out the taste of the thing, but it was surely not normal because as soon as it made contact with her throat, it felt very hot, as if she had drunk hot water that had not cooled. "Sh*t! Even in death, my luck is still very bad," she muttered. She was still lamenting when her aching stomach suddenly stopped aching. She did not have the chance to rejoice when her stomach started swelling up, getting bigger and bigger. It was as if it wanted to burst but, alas, it didn't. She could feel herself in labor. She groaned until something escaped her body - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. She was relieved from both the poison pain and her swollen stomach pain. When she looked at what she had given birth to, she was shocked. Eggs. She had given birth to eggs. And there were six. What happened to the eggs? How did their journey begin? read the full novel. update time:6:00pm *by love gold*

Synopsis of The Call to Arms In the serene heart of Greece lies the Alexandros estate, a sprawling haven of vineyards and olive groves owned by the noble Alexandros family. Sophia Alexandros, a poised and compassionate young woman of twenty-six, has long enjoyed the comforts and privileges of her ancestral home. Her life is one of elegance and responsibility, managing the estate with grace since her father’s passing. However, beneath the idyllic surface, political unrest simmers as the Ottoman Empire tightens its grip on Greece, threatening the very essence of Greek heritage and independence. The fragile peace shatters when news arrives that Ottoman forces have seized nearby Kastoria and are advancing toward the Alexandros estate. The sudden invasion thrusts Sophia and her family into chaos, forcing them to confront the harsh realities of war. Faced with the dire choice to submit or resist, Sophia’s resolve hardens. Determined to protect her homeland and preserve her family’s legacy, she decides to join the burgeoning Greek independence movement, abandoning her sheltered life and the expectations to marry well. Leaving behind the marble halls and manicured gardens, Sophia steps into the rugged world of rebellion. She partners with Dimitri, her brave younger brother, and Kosta, the estate’s seasoned foreman, to rally the estate’s staff and nearby villagers. Together, they forge alliances with local rebels, transforming the estate into a strategic stronghold for the resistance. Sophia’s noble upbringing and sharp intellect quickly earn her a leadership role, as she devises strategies, secures supplies, and inspires those around her with unwavering courage. As Sophia immerses herself in the fight for freedom, she faces numerous challenges that test her strength and resolve. Skepticism from some rebels, the loss of comrades, and the relentless pressure from Ottoman forces weigh heavily on her. Yet, her determination never falters. Her leadership becomes a beacon of hope, uniting diverse factions of the resistance and galvanizing a movement that grows stronger with each passing day. Amidst the turmoil, Sophia grapples with personal sacrifices. Her bond with Dimitri deepens as they navigate the perils of war together, each step bringing them closer to their shared dream of a free Greece. The estate, once a symbol of privilege, transforms into a battleground where Sophia’s spirit shines brightest. Her decision to fight not only ignites a personal journey of bravery and resilience but also sparks a larger struggle for national identity and sovereignty. In pivotal moments of strategy and sacrifice, Sophia leads daring raids against Ottoman supply lines, orchestrates defensive maneuvers to protect innocent villagers, and negotiates fragile truces with neighboring factions. Her actions inspire others to join the cause, swelling the ranks of the resistance and escalating the conflict into a full-scale war for independence. Through victories and losses, Sophia remains steadfast, embodying the spirit of Greece’s fight for liberation. The Call to Arms is a gripping tale of courage, duty, and the unyielding pursuit of freedom. It delves into the complexities of leadership, the burdens of responsibility, and the transformative power of unwavering conviction. Sophia Alexandros’s journey from a sheltered heiress to a formidable leader mirrors the broader struggle of a nation yearning to reclaim its destiny. As the Ottoman threat looms ever larger, Sophia and her allies must navigate treacherous alliances, personal sacrifices, and the relentless march of war to secure a future where Greece can flourish free from oppression.