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Kiss Me And Smile For Me

Me And My Pet Mico

In a world where Senar—the lifeblood of strength and power—determines one’s fate, Zarn was born with unmatched talent. But such a gift does not come without cost. His mother died bringing him into the world, his father’s health crumbled under the strain of his presence, and by the time he was brought to Drenda City, he was already alone. Weak, sickly, and barely holding on, Zarn grew up in the slums, relying on his intelligence and charm to survive. He never dared to tap into his strength, fearing that doing so would only accelerate his decline. While others wielded their Senar freely, he kept his hidden—fear that the more power he uses, the weak his body gets. But everything changed when, at fifteen, he awakened a power even rarer than he had before: the power of a Natural Summoner. Unlike others who needed scrolls or government-run portals, Zarn could breach the veil between worlds on his own. His first journey into the Beast World nearly killed him, but he returned with more than just scars—he brought back Mico, a blue-flamed lion as small and overlooked as he was. In the aftermath of his return, Zarn wanted nothing more than to live quietly with Mico, avoiding the gaze of those who would seek to exploit his abilities. But fate had other plans. Drenda City was no place for an anomaly like him to remain hidden for long. Soon our MC crosses paths with Arth, the lively young heir of a powerful family. What began as an unlikely encounter soon turned into something more—an offer of belonging he never expected. Mia and John, leaders of a noble house, took him in, offering not just shelter but a name, a family, and a future. It was a stark contrast to the harsh survival he had known. In their estate, he found warmth and structure, and in Arth, an energetic little brother who refused to leave his side. But despite finding safety, Zarn couldn’t shake the realization that his knowledge of the world was painfully lacking. Beyond the slums, beyond the Beast World, lay a vast stage where power, politics, and unseen forces moved. He had spent so long surviving that he had never truly learned. And so, for the first time, Zarn set his sights on something different—not just survival, but understanding. He would enter a school, immerse himself in the vastness of the world he had barely scratched the surface of, and uncover what it truly meant to hold power in a world ruled by Senar. Little did he know, this was only the beginning.
Sephetu · 4.1K Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 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
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