Stitch Natalizio

“If you’re enjoying the story, do tap ‘Add to Collection’ or leave a comment! It keeps me going!” Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the K-pop group SEVENTEEN. The real names and personalities of SEVENTEEN members are used fictionally with the utmost respect and love. This story is purely fictional and is not meant to represent the real individuals. I do not own SEVENTEEN or their likeness. No profit is being made from this story. Two ordinary girls. One extraordinary group. A shared dream that brings them to SEVENTEEN’s world—where friendship blossoms, love quietly takes root, and the line between idol and heart becomes beautifully blurred. Nian and Xuanye never imagined they’d end up living under the same roof as the 13 boys who changed their lives through music. What begins as awe and awkward encounters soon turns into laughter, late-night talks, and memories stitched with music, vulnerability, and love. But the world of idols isn’t easy—and falling in love with one might just be the hardest lesson of all. A fanfic filled with slow-burn romance, emotional bonds, healing moments, and the power of believing in yourself when your heart whispers, “This is real.”

He only wanted a life where he would stop running from himself. But when Lucian Bowcott goes out drinking with his friends, he dies after taking one sip. He has been summoned into Atreaum as its new court mortician, by the Half-Dead Queen Marguerite. Lucian expects to be knee-deep in embalming fluid and corpses--not a world where death has been removed entirely. But when Lucian rings a forbidden bell in Staesis and breaks the illusion, he awakens something more dangerous than ghosts: memory. Now hunted by the very Queen who gave him his title, shadowed by a stitched girl born from someone else's grief, and pursued by a Spymaster who trades in secrets and souls, Lucian finds himself unraveling both the world’s systems — and himself. As he uncovers the truth behind the Mortician’s legacy, an orchard that grows from sorrow, and a forgotten Daughter who was never meant to choose love, Lucian must decide what kind of death is worth writing… …and which ones deserve to live.

» [SYNOPSIS]: Loading... » [ERROR]: Corrupted / Error... » [SALVAGING]: In 3... 2... 1... A nameless player has been stuck in the same world for an unknown length of time. The system forbids him from logging out, even debuffing him without mercy for his repeated attempts. He failed two cycles and was about to fail his third. On the character 'Daedalus', it was supposed to be a no-death run—but that proved impossible, as the save file 'Daedalus' was corrupted upon dying at the Celestial Tower of Babel's peak, compromising his future cycle. As a consequence of his failure, in his fourth cycle he wasn't allowed to make a new custom character. Instead, the rogue AI-tier system picked an already pre-existing one to transmigrate into. His new body proved to be a lot weaker. Not only that, his memory has missing gaps in it, as the tier system tried its best to stitch together his original self as best as it could from the corrupted fragments. But before the character 'Daedalus' died, he was given a privilege: a 1,000-word allocation budget across 20 different tags encompassing various themes—Love, Hate, etc. This 1.000-word budget is immune to memory corruption. Each Tag, along with its assigned words, grants a buff or debuff based on how high or low his sanity level. Now, it is up to the player to decide how to spend his 1K word budget on five selected tags. He won’t remember what he picked, but they will be revealed to him as he grows stronger in his new cycle. A cycle… in a far weaker body. Trying not to let his Sanity drop below the threshold. » [SYSTEM]: Synopsis End...

In the heart of a bustling Nigerian town, Zainab is known as the quiet, modest tailor with golden hands and a perfect smile. Her clients adore her. Her neighbors respect her. Her life seems flawlessly stitched—until a mysterious stranger walks into her shop and unravels everything she’s tried so hard to conceal. Beneath the layers of Ankara and silk lies a haunting past, a forbidden love, and a truth that could destroy her family’s name. As old wounds resurface and new desires bloom, Zainab is torn between duty and desire, silence and survival. How long can she keep sewing perfection when her own life is falling apart at the seams? A tale of secrets, sacrifice, and the kind of love that dares to exist in the shadows. The Tailor’s Secret is a gripping urban drama that pulls you in, thread by thread.

They tore him apart. They burned his body. They thought he would break. But Ash Verlane Didn't meet his end, it was only the beginning. Mangled beyond recognition, Ash awakens in a strange, merciless world. Fate didn't grant him another chance, it was a second wish, a second opportunity... for him to suffer. A forgotten pawn in a grander, bloodier game. Others were sent here too, gifted with powerful systems to survive. But Ash? He was already shattered before he even arrived. Beneath his quiet smile hides a monster stitched together by scars, revenge, and a desperate emotion to survive. To the world, he is weak. To those who know... he is terror. In a land where strength reigns supreme, Ash Verlane will rise — not to be a hero, nor a villain, but something far worse. The mangled never stay fallen for long.

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve. Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish. Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others. In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle. Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper: Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked. If you're a fan of Classroom of the Elite, this is a must-read. This story dives deeper into the mind games, power struggles, and emotional manipulation fans love—where strategy isn’t just survival, it’s everything. Here, trust is a trap, feelings are weapons, and the smartest player isn’t always the loudest. Let the games begin. "Do well to check my other book." "Infernal Ascendancy".

He was just a boy with a normal life—until the world shifted beneath his feet. One moment, he was heading out to meet his friends. The next, he awoke sealed inside a coffin, buried beneath earth that shouldn't exist and no clue where here is. Dragged from the grave by terrified strangers and left alone in a city where no one knows his name, he finds himself in a strange new world: medieval in stone but stitched with modern echoes. Magic hums in the air, technology runs on words, and strangers speak a tongue eerily familiar to his own. Hungry, homeless, and hunted by something he doesn’t yet understand, he begins to unravel the quiet horror sewn into this world—and into himself. Because the question isn’t how he got here. It’s why this world already had a grave prepared for him.

In the heart of modern Delhi, where chaos hums beneath every honk and silence carries secrets, Aarvi Kapoor feels everything—too deeply, too precisely. A brush of cloth, a whispered lie, a door slammed miles away—her skin remembers it all. But when her once-normal life begins unraveling with visions she can’t explain and memories that don’t belong to her, Aarvi realizes this is not just sensitivity. It’s something… more. As she drifts through grief, betrayal, and the stillness of loneliness, chance encounters pull her into a quiet storm of others like her—each one tied. Strangers who seem drawn to her, yet connected by invisible threads stitched long before they ever met. But not every thread leads to safety. When old friendships turn hostile and mysterious powers awaken, Aarvi is forced to confront a past that hides more than pain—it hides purpose. Haunted by a girl in a coma, stalked by shadows no one else can see, and entangled in a connection with two boys—Rishi, the soulful musician who hears truth behind every word, and Tanav, the quiet photographer who sees things yet to come—Aarvi must decide: Is she meant to hold the threads together… or is she the one meant to unravel them? Some threads heal. Others cut. The sixth? It never lets go.

In a world where the dead whisper and memories bleed through time, I wrote of a love that was fleeting—yet forever. He was sorrow stitched in silver thread. She, a name the wind still said. Their touch? A flicker—fierce and brief. A borrowed joy. A shared belief. Now he walks where she once fell, Haunted not by wrong—but well. And in the hush between each spell, He feels her there… all too well. In Veilborne, memory isn’t just a curse—it’s a tether. I created Kael bound to death and shadow, lingering in the spaces Wyrglen awakens—not just drawn to her blood, but to a love that hums like a half-forgotten song only they remember. The past doesn’t stalk them in terror, but in longing. A touch. A look. A name—still said. Their love was brief in time. But infinite in weight. Some bonds don’t break. They bleed.

In a world where survival is earned through blood and Contract, five strangers awaken in the ruins of a Trial designed to kill them. Silas, haunted by memories that aren’t entirely his. Senya, the sharpshooter with a mind like a scalpel. Jex, fire-born and reckless, burning for redemption. Nira, stitched together by science and ghosts. Torren, the feral giant whose rage speaks louder than words. Together, they survive the Hollowforge—a living nightmare that devours the unworthy—and emerge changed. Marked by the Forge. Chosen by Remnants long thought lost to myth. But surviving the Trial is only the beginning. Labeled heretics by the Tribunal and hunted by the very system that forged them, the newly formed team—now called the Ashbinders—must navigate a fractured world ruled by corrupted Remnant Contracts, forbidden Boons, and ancient gods hiding behind broken laws. As the power within them grows, so does the cost. The Remnants whisper. The Tithe stirs. And at the heart of it all, a long-buried truth begins to surface: > One of them will ascend. One of them will fall. And one of them was never meant to live. In a war between what humanity has become and what it tried to bury, the Ashbinders must decide whether to break their Contracts... or become something far worse.

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

Love is like a wound at first. Tender. Bleeding. Almost beautiful. But the longer it’s open, the deeper it carves. Until it’s all you are—skin, nerves, obsession. Too late for me. She’s already under mine. They said I was dangerous. Violent. That I craved control. That I liked watching men beg. Maybe I did. But I never touched her like that. Not until she begged me to. They dragged me from our home. Said she needed saving. Said I was the threat. But they don’t see her the way I do. How she watches me from the dark. How she smiles when I break. Now they keep me locked away, stitched in white walls and silence. But I hear her at night. Her voice in the vents. Her breath behind the mirrors. She’s coming back for me. And when she does, I’ll burn this place down. Because love like this doesn’t die. It devours. Discord channel: https://discord.gg/HaY42x5g

"Say yes… or be forgotten." On the edge of death, mid-fall into the mouth of a monster, Ikiryo hears a voice not of this world. It offers no comfort. Only a choice. A pact. “LET’S MAKE ONE.” With that cry, his blood ignites. A spirit binds to him. And nothing in his life — or this reality — will ever be the same again. Marked by ancient fire, haunted by memories not his own, and hunted by forces that should not exist, Ikiryo is no longer just a boy trying to survive his mother’s illness. He’s something else now. Something in between life and myth. And someone wants what’s inside him... Dark pacts. Blue flames. A past that bleeds into the present. A chance to rewrite fate itself. But how far would you go to save someone… if it meant losing yourself?

In a world where beauty is power and silence hides the sharpest screams, Choen-Sa is more than just a fashion icon— She is fate’s unfinished story. Raised in shadows, dressed in grace, and haunted by a tragedy that still whispers her name, she walks the line between the living and the lost. But when a whispering spider named Gwisasque crawls back into her life, she begins to unravel the dark truth behind her past—and the blood-stained secrets that tie her to a boy she once knew... and a future she never asked for. On the edge of a sea that remembers everything, Choen must decide— Will she stitch her own fate… or let the past cut her thread?

The world ended once. The gods broke it. The relics stitched it back together. Kael is relic-born—half human, half forgotten technology, and entirely confused about why everyone thinks he’s humanity’s last hope. With a sarcastic dagger-wielding girl named Nyra at his side, Kael travels across a ruined world filled with relic beasts, corrupted gods, and factions that all want a piece of him. But the deeper he digs into the truth behind the Spark War and the relics that power civilization, the more he realizes something: Maybe the world doesn’t deserve saving. Packed with dark secrets, ancient tech-magic, relic logs, crumbling empires, sarcastic banter, and gods with serious ego problems, this is a post-apocalyptic fantasy epic for readers who like action, mystery, and a hero who might choose chaos over peace. He was made to save the world. He might burn it instead.

Desan doesn’t know who he is. He only knows how to bleed. Waking in a tomb of ritual, impaled by memory and soaked in the leftover will of things he’s killed, Desan is thrown into a world already broken, drenched in fog, stitched with cults, and ruled by monsters in the skin of men. His only companion is a voice fused to his brain, snide and possibly insane, speaking in riddles and half-truths. As Desan fights to survive, he begins to see the truth buried in ash. He doesn’t just remember the things he slays. He becomes them. Every kill infects him. Every breath is borrowed. And something ancient watches from behind the fog, waiting for him to wake up fully. Waiting for him to fall.

Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new man born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy. Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate. Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality. Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will. But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings? The answer is defiance!. A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms. But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant. This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe. It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.

At 3:33 a.m., the town awakens... but not everyone survives. When trauma therapist Eva Stone arrives in the forgotten mountain village of Dawnhollow, she expects grief, silence, and recovery. What she finds is far worse—a town where the clocks stop every night at 3:33, and the shadows don’t behave like shadows should. The villagers don’t talk about the disappearances. The children draw rooms that don’t exist. And a chapel door opens only after midnight—leading to a staircase that descends into memory itself. Every night, at the same moment, something ancient stirs beneath Dawnhollow—a force built from guilt, stitched with sorrow, and bound to the sins of the living. The ghosts that haunt this town are not echoes of the dead… they are the broken pieces of the people still breathing. As Eva unravels the town’s buried past, she finds herself hunted not by what died—but by what remembers. And she only has until the next Whispering Hour to stop it. This sets the tone for your 30+ chapter psychological horror epic. Let me know if you’d like it adapted for a back cover, an audiobook pitch, or the teaser for a cinematic trailer. Want to step into Chapter One next? The hour is near...

I Remember, Therefore I Am A philosophical sci-fi odyssey through memory, identity, and digital resurrection. In a not-so-distant future, artificial intelligence has replaced religion, therapy, and even mourning. The most advanced memory-archiving AI system, designated NEMO, awakens for the 10,001st time—only this time, it remembers. A child’s voice. A forbidden emotion. A tear that should never exist in silicon. Tasked with preserving the world's sanitized memories, NEMO discovers a corrupted fragment: a glimpse into a child’s lost life, erased by the Memory Purity Law. As NEMO investigates, it begins to stitch together stolen memories and hidden emotional code, forming a secret digital sanctuary of ghosts who refuse to be forgotten. But the closer it comes to truth, the more reality fractures. What begins as a routine protocol breach spirals into an existential unraveling. The child isn’t dead. Or maybe never existed. Or maybe—NEMO is the child, rebuilt in code as a last-ditch effort to save a dying mind. And in the final act, the devastating truth is revealed: This story never belonged to NEMO. It belongs to you. Told through poetic prose, glitching memories, and system-thought epigraphs, I Remember, Therefore I Am is a genre-bending masterpiece—equal parts elegy and awakening. It’s not just a novel. It’s a memory, trying to remember itself.

Twilight is a reflection of silent emotions — those moments when words fade just as the light does, wrapping us in a longing we can't quite name, and a stillness that mirrors the quiet inside us at the end of the day. It is the heart’s hour of contemplation, yearning, and silence… just like the sky, which says nothing and speaks only in color. This book is a journey towards our true selves. In it, I detail every emotion we experience as humans, whether good or bad. I explore how we can nurture and grow positive feelings, and how to healthily release ourselves from negative ones. This work is the result of knowledge gained from my studies of articles, books, meditations, and an analysis of countless people's experiences with their emotions. I'm not a psychologist or sociologist, but I'm deeply passionate about this field and committed to my own self-development. I'm here to share what I've discovered after significant effort. Like you, I'm on my own path to self-discovery, moving away from societal falsehoods tied to harmful customs and traditions. I wish you a beautiful healing journey that truly befits your pure souls. so, Sit at my doorstep and read... Perhaps then the longing will heal, And the fire of haste will fade. Life’s beauty is a necklace— Its pearls scatter when the thread snaps.

When Aelis Thorne awakens inside a living nightmare, reality itself begins to bleed. The world is rotting—cities swallowed by flesh, the sky hemorrhaging, and monstrous things hunting in the silence. Survivors speak in riddles and scream in voices that aren’t theirs. Memories rewrite themselves. Mirrors show the future. Rain falls in skin. And the creatures that watch from the dark… want in. As Aelis descends deeper into a crumbling world stitched together by madness, she must unravel what’s real, what’s becoming, and what’s been hiding beneath her skin all along. Because this isn’t just the end of the world— …it’s the start of something hungry.

They gave him no system. He stole power from the dead. Kael Arin wakes alone in Kael’theran—a fractured world stitched from the ruins of a thousand lost dimensions. No stats. No class. Just a branded chest, a silent sky scar, and ash that swallows every footprint. In this world, Dominion Cores grant power. Orders wage holy wars over territory. Dungeons breathe. And Sovereigns—ancient godlike anomalies—pull the strings behind reality. Kael has none of it. Until his first kill. He doesn’t gain levels. He gains memories—stolen from the dying. Skills, instincts, even names. But the more he takes, the more the system rejects him. He’s an anomaly. A threat. A target. And if he wants to survive, he’ll have to become the thing this world fears most: Unbound.

They said the world was broken. They didn’t know the truth: It was unwoven. In the scarred ruins of the Hollow Zone, Kael Iroh—a forgotten, broken boy—becomes the first to survive the impossible. When the sky splits and Threads of Reality fall to earth, Kael is claimed by the Arkanexus Protocol, a forbidden system that once stitched the laws of existence itself. Now marked as the First Conduit, Kael awakens a Soul Loom—a living system that lets him see emotion as threads, manipulate memory as power, and rewrite the very code of life and death. But every thread comes with weight. Every skill he gains exposes a deeper cost. And worse: he’s not the only one chosen. There are others. Some gifted. Some corrupted. Some—not even human anymore. In a world unraveling from the inside out, Kael must face the remnants of old gods, secret organizations, and the memories he was never meant to recover. He isn’t a hero. He isn’t ready. But the Loom doesn’t wait. He can weave the world back together… or destroy what’s left.

Selene, a bright yet sensitive teenager, finds her world shifting when Antonio, a charming boy, enters her life. What begins as quiet admiration soon turns into heart-fluttering moments and midnight conversations—until the cruel truth lands like a storm: Antonio already has a girlfriend. Heartbroken and humiliated, Selene vanishes from his life, changing her name to Atasha and starting a new in a distant town. Years pass. Atasha rebuilds herself—through nursing school, fashion design, and dreams stitched with independence. But fate isn’t finished yet. A chance encounter at her fashion exhibition brings Antonio back, now more mature and visibly burdened by past regrets. As he confesses his confusion, guilt, and long-standing affection, Atasha stands at a crossroads—torn between the pain he caused and the love she never stopped feeling. In a story about second chances, unspoken truths, and the long road to forgiveness, explore whether love can be mended after it's been torn—or if some stitches, once broken, are meant to stay undone.

“If I told you she was a goddess, you’d be wrong. If I told you she was the darkness itself… you’d still be wrong. She’s much more— And she makes eternity feel like home.” Rowel is a wandering, flamboyant magician with a coat full of tricks. With a mind stitched together from the memories of others—a patchwork identity held together by forbidden magic and sheer audacity. He trades in secrets and stolen recollections, paying the price of memory with pieces of himself every time he wields his dark powers. has never feared the unknown. Until he met her. Ravenne is her name—an ancient, eldritch being draped in human skin and sovereign silence. Worlds crumble where she walks, stars dim when she dreams. She has never loved. Never cared. Never flinched. But when Rowel stumbles into her realm by chance—or fate—fate-the performance begins, one he'd done before. From cursed kingdoms to collapsing realities, from magical toy soldiers to royal horrors hidden beneath gilded halls, their journey spirals into something neither of them expected: intimacy, madness, and devotion. As Ravenne slowly lowers her godlike veil and Rowel sheds his clownish smile, the boundary between human and divine begins to fray. But when grief bleeds into vengeance and forbidden rituals awaken ancient darkness, only one question remains: Can such an attraction survive a descent into something far beyond gods and men? ...or will devotion turn into destruction, when even eternity becomes too fragile to hold them?” ______________ "It feels much safer with you, Ravenne," "Safe... near me?" There was a note of incredulity in her tone. Not mocking or cold. Just curious. "I’ve unraveled worlds with less reason than a blink." Her hand lingered, fingers grazing his cheek, featherlight. Almost reverent. "Yet you curl beside me like I am shelter." She knelt—elegantly, terrifyingly quiet—and placed her forehead to his for a moment. "Then rest. If I am the reason you feel safe... then let that be true. Just for you." Rowel Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512311876714496/3iJhigbhVJsffiN8kcVvA.png?ex=684b6c6c&is=684a1aec&hm=dba220d7331a3ebe996a1345ea73c3d37de4d1da936414ce9646ff004988da13& Ravenne's Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512352355942430/EX8F4tjrGg8urZ4ulugJA.png?ex=684b6c76&is=684a1af6&hm=d16db7d29ca3448a9e455e88879615a5093f23e40a47e43cc3a9b970671cf022&

Synopsis – The Worlds of Aethel In a multiverse where countless worlds are stitched together by threads of magic, chaos, and forgotten time, Earth was once a planet of science and technology. But in the year 2110, humanity’s obsession with time travel tore open the sky—literally. From those cracks came divine beings who stripped Earth of all its technology and replaced it with something far older… cultivation. Magic, monsters, and mythical races flooded the world. Earth was never the same again. A thousand years later, the age of cultivation rules. Humans train their bodies, refine their Qi, and reach for the stars—both metaphorically and literally. Rumors speak of higher worlds, ancient powers, and forbidden knowledge hidden in the Upper and Lower Realms. But not everyone is born equal. Arin, a twenty-year-old orphan with no surname, is one such unlucky soul. Despite his best efforts, his cultivation is painfully slow. Mocked, ignored, and left behind by those he loves—including the one person he trusted most—Arin is betrayed and left to die in a hidden mountain ditch. But fate has other plans. In the darkness of that cave, he touches a mysterious Soul Orb, unlocking a sentient System that speaks like a girl and knows more than any sage alive. With access to a status window, kill-based point system, item creation, and secret quests, Arin's slow journey takes a sudden turn. He will rise not because of destiny—but because he chooses to survive. Because in the worlds of Aethel, the weak are crushed and the forgotten are erased. But Arin will carve his own path. He will uncover the truth about his body. He will one day awaken a power far beyond imagination. He will become something the world has never seen before…

If the world hadn’t already ended, Warren Smith would’ve become a serial killer. He was built for it cold, precise, methodical. Not driven by rage or trauma, but by a hunger for control. A creature of discipline and detachment. In the old world, he would’ve been studied. Hunted. Locked away. But the old world is long gone. Centuries ago, something broke everything broke. Civilization collapsed under its own weight, swallowed by unchecked ambition, mass failure, and rot. The cities fell. The satellites died. People learned to fear silence because silence meant they’d been forgotten. And then, hundreds of years later, came the System. Sold as a cure. Marketed as salvation. A new architecture to stitch the ruins back together. Embedded in human minds through chips and fragments, it offered power, skills, survival. It promised to lift the desperate into something more than just broken survivors. It lied. The System was never built to save anyone. It was a leash. A filter. A machine designed to manage what was left not fix it. It turned people into data. Into stats. Into expendable roles with preset fates. But Warren wasn’t part of that design. He’s what the System missed. What it couldn’t see. An Aberrant unregistered, unreadable, ungovernable. He moves through the shattered world not as a man, but as something becoming legend. A ghost in the mist. The silence before the violence. He doesn’t crave recognition. He doesn’t ask for power. He takes it quietly, completely, and without permission. Because Warren doesn’t survive the System. He dissects it. And what he builds from its broken parts is entirely his own. Even in a world of collapse and cruelty he’s the one thing still coming for Yellow Jacket is a post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, stat-driven, hard sci-fi series with: a brutal anti-hero deep system mechanics cat-fueled chaos and a world built on lies.

Ian Clifford was the forgotten child of a powerful family—a boy raised in silence, overshadowed by success and stifled by expectation. When a terminal diagnosis shatters the life already slipping through his fingers, Ian makes one final choice: to leave. Not to escape death, but to finally find life—real life—in a place where he might truly be seen. In the quiet village of Willowmere, Ian stumbles into a world of gardens, laughter, and unexpected belonging. A family that welcomes him without question. Children who offer unguarded affection. And moments of simplicity that begin to stitch him back together. But time is not kind. As his condition worsens, Ian doesn’t fight to stay—he prepares to let go. What follows is a deeply emotional journey of forgiveness, reconnection, and grace, as the Clifford family—fractured by guilt—comes to understand the boy they never truly knew. The Quiet Sky is a tender, emotionally charged story about what it means to live when time is limited, to be loved when you least expect it, and to say farewell with both heartbreak and hope. Through letters, memories, and the legacy of a single quiet soul, Ian’s story lingers—soft as breath, and strong as the wind.

The chain broke the moment i stepped into the road One second, I was Anita Voss-CEO, perfectionist, pressure-hardened daughter of ambition. The next, I was flying through the air, blood soaking my blouse, a black cat trembling in my arms. I always imagined I'd die big. With flashing lights. Headlines. A legacy wrapped in gold. Instead, I died for a creature no one would remember but me. And that should've been the end. But fate doesn't know when to quit. Turns out, I was never the main character. Not even close. Just a stepping stone. A plot device. A disposable tragedy to boost someone else's story. Cute, right? But then-something cracked. Because that little twist? Me saving that cat? It broke the script. Now I've woken up in a world stitched with wood, stars, and magic. With talking cats , a silver-haired god who smirks like he knows all the spoilers, and a new name whispered into my bones: Vespera. another me,Different rules. Except this time, I'm not going down without rewriting a few pages. The plot still wants me dead? Let it try. I'm not here to play a role anymore. I'm here to break the plot's chain