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Plot Armor and Paper Cuts

Haruto Sato is a lonely Tokyo writer who died surrounded by 350 half-finished books (yikes). A sassy goddess who looks like his old characters gives him a harsh deal: *Finish all your abandoned stories, or get erased forever—even that cringe fanfic you hid in 1998.* Reborn as random side characters in his own messy worlds, Haruto’s stuck with a buggy “game system” that roasts him nonstop. Skills include *surviving deadly hits 10% of the time* and *making enemies pause to hear his bad jokes*. His first mission? Fix *Sky Samurai*, his edgy samurai-vs-dragons story, except he’s now the hero’s brother… who’s supposed to die in chapter two. Oops. Between fighting dragons with a butter knife (don’t ask) and hacking robots in his half-written cyberpunk mess, Haruto sneaks back to Earth to eat ramen and awkwardly befriend Aiko, his neighbor who thinks he’s just a weird guy with “vitamin issues.” Over time, he learns to write better characters (no more naming elves *Glitterbutt*), makes a grandma librarian cry happy tears, and realizes stories aren’t about perfect endings—they’re about fixing your mistakes. The goddess? She’s just a tired book nerd who wanted him to stop being a hermit. In the end, Haruto opens a café, finishes ALL his books, and maybe (finally) asks Aiko out. But when a kid hands him a new story to read, he grins: *“Let’s see what you’ve got.”* **Basically:** A funny, heartfelt story about a guy who sucks at finishing things… until he gets a second chance to fix his life *and* his terrible drafts.
Meets_png · 300 Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.2K Views

Under the enemy moon

Summary of the story: "Under the Enemy Moon" In a world where werewolves have existed for centuries, two clans, the Fierce and the Nocturnes, have been engaged in an ancient war. Their conflict dates back to a long-forgotten betrayal, and the hatred between them seems indestructible. The Fierce, known for their discipline and sense of honor, are the protectors of the territory. The Nocturnes, wilder and more untamed, are known for their raw power and refusal to follow any rules. This rivalry has been fueled by centuries of conflict, power struggles, and bloody murders. At the heart of this war is Fiona, a young she-wolf from the Fierce clan, who has always been protected by her elders. But one day, during a reconnaissance mission, she comes face-to-face with Kane, a member of the enemy clan, the Nocturnes. As they clash, a strange chemistry develops between them, an intense attraction neither of them fully understands. Kane, the heir to the Nocturnes' leader, is far from the monster Fiona had imagined. He is charismatic, honorable despite the brutality of his clan, and he feels a mysterious bond with Fiona that he cannot explain. Fiona, on her part, is torn between the instinct of loyalty to her clan and the attraction she feels for this mortal enemy. Their encounter upends everything they thought they knew about their clans and their beliefs. As their relationship develops, they discover that their bond goes beyond mere attraction. Their connection seems fated, as if the moon itself orchestrated their meeting. But this union is risky: every kiss, every moment spent together fuels the tensions between their clans, putting their lives and those of their loved ones in danger. As tensions rise and war erupts once again between the Fierce and the Nocturnes, Fiona and Kane must choose between the love they share and their loyalty to their clans. Could their love break the curse of ancestral hatred? Or will it be their downfall, the final spark in an endless war? "Under the Enemy Moon" is a story of impossible love, sacrifice, and redemption, where two soulmates fight against their destiny to attempt to reconcile worlds devastated by hatred.
Auteuredeesse · 2.3K Views

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

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.
KENNYWROTEIT · 4.7K Views

Phoenix's fated half

Because of her ancestors, Mi Rong’s lineage has been cursed. She was born a princess, but neither was she saved from it. Like a ripple effect, her family line must atone for their actions. On every 100th full moon, a candidate is chosen to finish a mission. Being the chosen one, Mi Rong must finish her task sent by the heavens. She was sent to modern time with a sidekick wolf that had many hidden secrets beneath his paws. He was one of a kind, a spiritual beast from way before Mi Rong was born. As Mi Rong works her way in this modern world, she crosses path with a cold-hearted young man, Feng Jun Kai. Jun Kai was once a well-known superstar but abruptly retired when he had lost his wife in an accident, leaving his heart shut away from others. What was thought to be an accident turned out to be an intentional act by someone behind the scenes. Henceforth, he seeks for the culprit that lurks in the darkness. He returns back to his family business roots where he returns as the infamous young master Feng. Mi Rong’s only clue to her mission was to find a spellbook. While searching she establishes a company, the Xuan Group, selling ancient goods which later becomes one of the most influential underdogs in the business world. The group became known to the world, but very little was known of them, especially the mysterious leader of the pack. As Jun Kai seeks for his answers and Mi Rong goes through her trial in the open, an undercurrent stirs roughly beneath them. Although two with different goals, both collide in the same paths as the string of fate leads them to meet. Entering his cold rigid heart was as dimmed as the dark side of the moon, but an ending to the twisted connection had to be made. In the end, what was to come all fell on her choices... ... Jun Kai did not let her run away from him any longer and forcefully pulled her in. His hands then quickly pulled the mask away from her face. Mi Rong was not ready for Jun Kai's sudden move and was unable to stop him. The black cloth that was wrapped around as her mask was pulled off, revealing her face beneath it. The cloth flew away along with the wind. Jun Kai's eyes widened. It was a blow to Jun Kai. He was taken aback with shock. Different kinds of emotion were rushing inside him. It was stirring up all at once like a hurricane. No words could describe how he was feeling. His hand slowly reached out to the face he had known all along, "Why?" Jun Kai's voice began choking up and could speak no more. It was her all along?
cha_cha · 1.6M Views
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