Skyrim Can'T Sleep In My Own Bed

One moment, I, Lu Xuan Ming, was alive... a successful designer, secret novelist, and manhua artist. Life was good. The next? Dead. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up inside my own novel..... as an extra. No talent, no strength, no future. In a world where only the strong survive, I was nothing more than a background decoration... But why should I accept that? I created this world. I know its secrets. And I refuse to stay in the background. If destiny won’t grant me a path, I’ll forge my own.... one battle, one scheme, and one unexpected twist at a time.

A naive boy named Raka constantly shouted that he wanted to be the strongest swordsman in the universe, just like the typical hot-blooded comic book protagonists. Raka was very confident because he believed he was a destined prince who could change the course of the world. He thought this way not just because of his blind confidence or other empty things, but because of the strange dreams he kept having. Since he was a child, when Raka slept, he dreamed that he would become a great figure, whether in the military, in the civilian sector, or even in the medical field. Raka's dreams were so real as if he experienced them himself. Even more commendable, the limited information in his dreams had truth in them. Everything went according to Raka's wishes at first, but on the day of his awakening, instead of awakening the holy sword that he should have, he awakened a virtual resonance in the form of a bed. With this, Raka was devastated. He never thought he would become the greatest swordsman in the universe, but only in his dreams. Raka, who was confused, felt that the people around him were mocking him, his friends pitied him, and his family doubted him. At a time when Raka was desperate, the sword that had been with him for years turned out to have what is called a spirit. So all this time, what Raka thought was a revelation from heaven turned out to be information deliberately implanted by the Sword Spirit to disrupt his cognition and make his body compatible with the souls within the sword. With this, under the conspiracy of the Sword Spirit, Raka was severely injured. With this, five souls entered Raka's soul chamber and caused chaos. Several memories belonging to other people immediately merged with Raka's soul, which was constantly being injured by the other five souls. When he was in a life-and-death crisis, Raka was saved by a miracle. But after that, Raka became confused about who he was, whether he was Raka or one of the five invading souls of the sword spirit, or what. Now the naive Raka is forced to grow up and experience a severe identity crisis, will he still pursue his dream of being the greatest swordsman in the world or something else? 

"I woke up in a fantasy world… only to realize it’s the unfinished novel I wrote, filled with plot holes, overpowered villains, and side characters I never developed. Worse? The protagonist I wrote is out to kill me. Now, I must end my own terrible writing by fixing the story, before it destroys me..." This is the story of Char, the author, as he suddenly enters his own novel, and realizes something - or someone - has been filling in the gaps left in his bad writing. Now, he's nothing more than an extra, unless he can find a way to escape the nightmare of his new reality. [Disclaimer: You might get addicted reading this story.]

Before You Read – A Warning! This novel may contain grammar errors, misspellings, and the occasional linguistic abomination, as English is not my first language. If you are expecting flawless prose, poetic descriptions, or a literary masterpiece… my condolences. You have come to the wrong place. For example, a refined and eloquent novel might begin with: "The moonlight cascaded through the ornate window, bathing the weary traveler in a silver embrace as he tread upon the marble floors of destiny." Meanwhile, this novel? "Mc woke up. He was confuse. Why there dragon? Where his pant?" See the difference? If you start losing brain cells along the way, that’s on you. But hey, if you’re still here after all that, then welcome. You might just be insane enough to enjoy this. ┏(・o･)┛ Participation in WSA >:D

A reunion with an old friend can spark many feelings, often conflicting with one another. Yet when that old friend happens to have been more than just a friend, what should you expect? "Meeting her again would be the last thing I'd ever want... Yet it's the first that comes to mind if you ask me to make a wish."

"Dynos" is the story of a demigod named Dynos, who is known for causing chaos and death wherever he goes. However, when Dynos meets a young woman named Devin in the 21st century, everything changes. Despite her initial resistance, Devin finds herself drawn to Dynos' charm and charisma, and they form an unlikely bond. Dynos offers to grant Devin ten wishes, but what he wants in return remains a mystery.

BLURB: After finding out his mate is a rogue, Alpha Asher Black shatters her heart by rejecting her. To strike back, Nadia Simpson did something extremely crazy, an abomination in the pack –She goes after her mate's elder brother. Not just any brother but the rightful alpha of the pack who got banished for an unknown reason years back. It was supposed to be a sweet harmless revenge to make her mate jealous but things get out of control when the reason for Max Black banishment is revealed to be bigger than anyone can swallow. Would she survive the hole she willingly dug for herself or would the hole be too big to crawl out of?

Yin Kai eats something his chickens seem to enjoy... From then on, he's cast into a bigger role for himself, his family, and his world. Using the Ancestral Origin Transformation Art, he merges with one of his chickens. Getting cultivation feedback from his chicken's progeny alongside his own, Yin Kai begins to take the cultivation world by storm with only one task: Do the thing nobody else wants to do, ever will do, and cultivate perfectly through each realm by cultivating 1380 small stages per realm instead of 3. He doesn't want to, but he might as well. Join the discord! https://discord.gg/XKHa52XFQm

Astoria spent the first half of her life creating protagonists. Rags to riches, the ring grandpa, the reincarnated expert—there wasn't a troupe she hadn't written a story about or wasn't an expert on. However, what would happen if, after an unexpected death, some mysterious force suddenly took her away from her home world and into a world of cultivation during a protagonist's awakening? A stupidly talented youth whose family was exterminated? An unknown childhood sweetheart? A black ring he was unable to take off? Even a divine spirit beast who didn't leave his shoulder?? Was Astoria brought to this new world to witness the rise of this world's child of fate? She didn't know, but with her knowledge and the greatest blank slate she could work with, Astoria was sure this random youth would become something. She would bet her ex-career on it. ————————————————————————— If you like this type of novel or my writing in general, be sure to check out my other novels, Pay-to-Win Martial Emperor and Rebirth of a Divine Lord, or Transmigration: Children of the Plane. ————————————————————————— Personal Links. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/3ybfHXxxBg Support me here at Kofi! https://ko-fi.com/slarbi123

Mauve Roux High is an exclusive school for the rich, popular, or scholar with high intelligence students. Among its elite students is the infamous campus queen, Rahiya Verlice, who dreams of a fairy-tale life with a prince who would serve her until the end. But fate seems to have other plans, as she often finds herself tricked, heartbroken, or left in tears by the men she trusted. That is until she meets her knight in shining armor. Will Rahiya finally get her happy ending, or is she destined to remain lonely forever?

Noel Carter, a seventeen years old teen, who joins The Royal High School after being homeschooled for her whole life because of her blindness, finds herself a mystery man whom she falls in love with...

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“Matilda” a name that was written by Yvonne a thousand of time. She was a Villainess that she wrote. Matilda’s life was writing by Yvonne. How Matilda was abandoned in an orphanage. How she almost got adopted by a loving family but it was given to the female lead instead. How it was revealed that she was the long lost child of the Belle. How her family was disappointed in her just because they found out she was a girl and adore her stepbrother even though they have no blood relation. How Matilda fell in love with a boy and does everything to be in his school just to end up meeting the female lead there too. How she was rejected by her crush and saw him giggling with the female lead. How she tried to end the female lead’s life but got killed by the stepbrother instead, because he fell in love with the female lead too. Yvonne wrote it all. But how would Yvonne feel if she was in Matilda’s shoe.

In a future where the line between reality and virtual reality is all but erased, RPG games reign supreme. A young programmer, driven by an intense urge to escape poverty and an unwavering dream, pours his soul into creating Bloodbound Ascension, a ruthless online game. But his journey ends tragically when exhaustion claims his life, only for him to awaken within his own creation as an NPC trapped in one of its deadliest Towers. Armed with the knowledge of every trap, secret, and monster, he must navigate the brutal world he designed, struggling to survive against other NPCs and the merciless mechanics of Bloodbound Ascension. In a realm where the line between creator and creation no longer exists, can he rewrite his fate, or will his masterpiece become his tomb?

Pangu split the chaos to create the world but sacrificed himself in the process. His corpses incarnated into all things. His eyes became the sun and moon, his breath formed wind and clouds, his voice transformed into thunder and lightning, his bones turned into metal, and so much more. How could a world be bereft of life? Numerous lifeforms came into being, including dragons, phoenixes, qilin, and, of course, gods. The mighty heavenly emperor, Di Jun. The kind creator of the Underworld, Empress Pingxin. The beautiful lunar goddess, Changxi. The heroic sun slayer, Houyi. And most famous of all, the inheritors of Pangu, the Three Purities. Laozi, the Heavenly Venerable of Virtuous Way; Yuanshi, the Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning; Tongtian, the Heavenly Venerable of Numinous Treasures. There was one teeny problem. "Why the hell am I a girl?" Tongtian shouted at the heavens.

My talent can be said above average but for my family I am useless. Six years after the incident that I caused I accidentally created a system. Now I wonder if I will fail again....with my new power I will make sure my cute little older brother, sister and especially my Father will pay the price of creating a monster.... Me --Please send some power stones and your reviews are warmly accepted... thank you By the way, a dicord sever has been made! Please join so we can talk more. For the link please check the author's note in Chapter 181 above. If by any chance the link doesn't work please comment it down, thank you!

In a world where every sixteen-year-old awakens a guardian angel, Ryven—son of a court mage—wants nothing more than to live a peaceful life, get rich, and enjoy the finer things. With overpowered magic honed from years of training, he has no interest in fame or heroics just money and luxury. Enter Lyria—an angel with the rare ability to boost experience and shorten spellcasting time, a power that should make her invaluable. Assigned to Ryven on his sixteenth birthday, she’s determined to prove herself worthy of the bond that ties their lives together. If Lyria dies, Ryven will share her fate—a harsh reality that leaves no room for failure. Yet, despite their best efforts, Lyria remains stuck at level one. Unlike other angels who grow stronger alongside their partners, something within her refuses to change. Frustrated but unable to abandon her, Ryven reluctantly accepts her presence. But fate has other plans. Trouble seems to follow Lyria wherever she goes, dragging Ryven into conflicts he never wanted. Still, no matter how much chaos she brings, Ryven can’t bring himself to give up on her. Driven by equal parts obligation and a growing sense of loyalty, he sets out to uncover the truth behind Lyria’s mysterious inability to level up—even if it means stepping into the spotlight he’s tried so hard to avoid. One last chance. One overpowered mage. One angel with a hidden flaw. Together, they might just change the world—if they don’t drive each other crazy first.

Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “You’ll be mine Aurélia,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You won't escape me, my little pony.” Before I could react, Isaiah pulled me close, his hand wrapping around my waist. His lips crashed onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all consuming a French kiss that left me breathless. I hated Isaiah for his arrogance, but his bad boy charm was undeniable. His touch ignited a fire within me, drawing me into his web of desire. I couldn't resist his romance no matter how hard I tried. Isaiah's eyes seemed to melt my resolve, his words touching my heart. “I fell for you at first sight,” he whispered. “Your eyes, your beauty, your kindness... you're mine Aurélia.” His possessiveness should have scared me, but instead, it sent a thrill through my veins. “You won't be able to run away from me,” Isaiah whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll always be mine.” I knew I should resist, but his touch was addictive. I couldn't deny the sparks flying between us, or the way my heart skipped a beat when he held me close.

In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.

"I read this story. I know how it ends." "Shams dies." He was the villain—the discarded twin, turned into a weapon, bound to a fate worse than death under Shihab, the man who owns his life. At least, that’s how the story was written. But when I wake up inside his body, everything changes. Now, I have to survive in a world where every move is a test. Every mistake could get me killed. Shihab doesn’t tolerate failure. And it’s not just my life at stake. ✔ Qamr, my twin, doesn’t know I exist—but if Shihab finds out about him, he won’t live long. ✔ Najma, the girl whose mother is tied to my first mission, is walking straight into tragedy. ✔ And Falak, Shihab’s daughter, keeps looking at me like she knows something I don’t. This story was already written. But I refuse to be its villain. I refuse to die. This time, fate belongs to me.

In the year 2034, after the conclusion of the tenth World Tournament of the game Runes and Worlds, the retired two-time champion of the early tournaments, Kobayashi Arata, sets out to find a new MMORPG to play with his recently retired friend Kiyoshi to start a new adventure. After a disappointing search, he decides to go to sleep, only to awaken in a world that doesn't quite resemble what he remembered, and in a body that is not as masculine as he remembered.

{WSA Entry 2025} Oshima Nori was brought into the world thinking it was all fun and games until he met Yamada Rika, a dragon girl who mysteriously showed up one day, talking about the end of the world coming for them. "Eh, the end of the world? Yeah right!" Nori shouts while turning back to his games. End of the world my ass. Soldiers, cops, and even some sort of strange organization protects this world of ours. We'll be fine. Wait, where did this girl even come from and she isn't human? "Wait how did you get in my apartment? Also are you some kind of cosplayer?" Nori says while he turns back to look at her. Though she's quite underdressed... her boobs are pretty big... and she's got a good figure.. Ah! Wait she still randomly got in here and started babbling about the end of the world! Is this even real? What kind of story is this going to be anyway? come find out what this dragon girl is capable of and what Nori is even going to do! Will try to keep updates regularly!!! 2-4 Chaps a day! Thank you for your support.

Ren Takashi's life changed when his parents abandoned him at 14. Yumi, who was 15 at the time, took him in. Now, years later, Ren is dealing with the awkwardness of living with such a cute existence. As he navigates school life with his quirky friend Alice, Ren also faces the complexities of dealing with Yumi, the person who’s always been more than a grandmother.

Adam was a kid with a harsh childhood born into a poor family that struggled each day just to make ends meet. On his 11th birthday he was gifted a laptop which let him play "Theatre Of The Gods" it was his only escape from his harsh reality. As the years went by he tried his best to conquer his fate of mediocrity and became a nouveau riche playboy at a very young age. But what happened? Adam ends up being stabbed in the chest by a vengeful ex lover he doesn't even remember the name of? What else? Instead of dying he becomes a villain in his favorite game called Adam Alastair Dacre with no physical abilities and talent who dies in every possible outcome of the game's story. Adam slams his desk with rage and announces to the world: "IT HAD TO BE THIS BULLSH*T WORLD THAT'S JUST A CHESSBOARD FOR THE GODS??? WATCH ME AS I FLIP THE ENTIRE BOARD!!! ". This time Adam will go all out with all the knowledge he had from the game.

Letters I Can't Send: A Poetic Journey of Love, Loss, and Self-Discovery This poignant collection of poems bravely explores the complexities of love, heartbreak, and mental health. With raw emotion and vulnerability, each 'letter' delves into the silences that haunt us and the emotions we dare not speak aloud. A powerful reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty to be found.

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling