Stitch Boba

In the shadowed realms ruled by Lycan packs, where bloodlines are sacred and fated bonds are law, Nyma Ravengale has always been the golden daughter of Alpha Cedric—cherished, protected, and destined for a future as radiant as the moon itself. But when the Luna Ceremony, a sacred rite meant to honor her ascension into adulthood, reveals a truth that defies the pack’s ancient laws, Nyma’s world fractures. She is pregnant. And the child growing inside her is no product of a fated bond. The revelation ignites a storm of shame and fury Her mate, Lycan Prince Adrian, denounces her before the pack, refusing to claim a child he insists cannot be his. Whispers of betrayal spread like wildfire, poisoning the very air she breathes. Then comes her father’s decree—an ultimatum as cold as the northern winds. Kill the bastard child and reclaim her place in the pack… or be cast out as a rogue, stripped of her title, her home, her name. But Nyma’s heart rebels. The child—conceived in a single, forbidden night of passion with a mysterious outsider—is more than a mistake. It is her defiance. Her last act of freedom. To destroy it would be to surrender her soul to the pack’s cold judgment. To keep it would mean facing the wilderness alone, hunted by those who once called her family. Now, as the pack gathers outside, their voices rising in a merciless chant, Nyma stands at the crossroads of fate. Tonight, she is no longer the golden daughter, the cherished Luna. Tonight, she dies in their eyes. Tonight, her pack buries her. But the moon does not mourn. It has always feasted on dead things. And what the moon devours, it resurrects. And as the wind howls through the night, carrying their chants like a funeral hymn, one truth remains unshaken: She will rise. Not as the woman you loved—soft-handed, honey-voiced, stitching your wounds with moonlight. No. The moon spits back what it can’t digest. Not as the Luna you cherished… Not as the woman you swore to protect… Your Luna’s dead tonight. The one that'll claw out of the grave with teeth made of your regrets, hair braided from the nooses you hung your lies on. Her eyes? Two black holes where the moon stuffed your secrets. She’ll smell the blood you swore you’d never spill, trace the betrayal you etched into the bark of the sacred oak. And when she opens her mouth to sing? It won’t be a dirge. It’ll be a reckoning, sharp enough to split the night open. You’ll beg for the silence of her death. But the moon’s still hungry. And dead girls don’t stay dead. They stay angry!

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

"Some connections are written long before two hearts ever meet." Arjun never believed in fate, just another lost soul buried in the noise of textbooks and deadlines. Ayesha was a quiet storm, hiding a fragile heart behind glowing smiles and disappearing messages. They were just two strangers, separated by borders, bound by pixels on a screen. But what starts as casual texts in the dead of night slowly turns into something neither of them can explain. A bond stitched through unseen heartbeats. A love whispered through endless silences. But every heartbeat carries secrets... and some secrets are too heavy to cross the distance. When time begins slipping through Ayesha's fingers, Arjun finds himself caught between holding on or letting go. Will their hearts find each other in the silence or will destiny write their last message before they ever meet?

“Okay, so picture this: Your buddy Kaito dies slipping on a banana peel that’s basically the universe’s middle finger. Instead of heaven, he gets a job offer from a pan-dimensional duck in a suit who’s like, ‘Congrats! You’re now the multiverse’s handyman, but instead of fixing leaks, you fight gods who cry when you roast their PowerPoints.’ Kaito’s whole vibe? ‘I didn’t ask for this, but I’ll do it while sarcastically sipping cosmic boba.’ He glitches through worlds where gravity takes weekends off and wars are fought with karaoke. The catch? He doesn’t exist in any universe’s database, and now every god, demon, and sentient spreadsheet is like, ‘DELETE HIM.’ "It’s like Rick Sanchez and Deadpool had a baby, raised it on anime and dad jokes, and then threw it into a black hole made of HR paperwork. 10/10 would binge-read while eating questionable gas station sushi.”

In a chamber where shadows dance with flame, there lies a book with no author's name bound in leather, stitched with time its pages pulse with tales unsaid.

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EVERY MAN HAS THEIR STITCHES AND BURNS Harlan Oxford Brandle was just a normal agent, but everything changes when he meets the mysterious Clair Delvey. See what made Harlan Brandle the agent he is. Series

EVERY MAN HAS THEIR STITCHES AND BURNS Harlan Oxford Brandle was just a normal agent, but everything changes when he meets the mysterious Clair Delvey. See what made Harlan Brandle the agent he is. BOOK 3 OF THE DIAMONDS AND BLOOD SAGA

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss. The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite! There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss. So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No? Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."

Kira grew up knowing that kindness could get you killed. Raised in the slums of a broken world, she survived by learning how to stitch wounds with shaky hands and barter medicine for scraps. But when the mutation wave swept through humanity, gifting some with godlike powers, Kira awakened the rarest ability of all—healing. Now, she’s the most valuable prize in a world ruled by violence and desperation. The government wants to lock her away, warlords want to claim her, and the desperate will do anything to possess her touch. But Kira isn’t some fragile flower to be plucked—she’s all thorns. On the run and fighting to stay free, Kira finds herself tangled with four dangerous men: • Cain, the stone-faced protector who kills without hesitation. • Ash, the wild rogue whose grin hides teeth sharper than any beast. • Lucian, the arrogant heir who believes everything—including Kira—has a price. • Alaric, the quiet outcast who sees the pain she hides beneath her fire. They all want something from her—protection, power, or maybe something more. But in this brutal world, desire can be as dangerous as a knife to the throat. And the only person Kira truly trusts… is herself. Because while her touch may heal, her heart is wrapped in thorns—and anyone who tries to claim her might just bleed for it.

Abel should have broken long ago. Trapped in a suffocating, lightless prison, time grinds against him like a dull blade. There were no answers, no way out, only the quiet torment of waiting. When desperation pushed him to consider death, the system was more than willing to oblige. The countdown had already begun before he begged it to stop. So he trains, fights, tears himself apart, and watches his body stitch itself back together, stronger each time.  The agony should have stopped him. Instead, it becomes his purpose. Over a year later, the system activates. Mocking achievements. Cryptic titles. And a simple, world-shattering message: [ Would You Like To Leave? ] The choice should be obvious. But after what Abel's become, after what Abel's done, what kind of world is waiting for him on the other side? Abel was never intended to be a monster. But, trapped in the dark, stripped of choices that didn't lead to death, and left with nothing but time, what else could he become?

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

In the bustling, magical marketplace of Velanthra, Elara, a young woman marked by a mysterious silver sigil on her temple, searches for a rare shard of starlight. Her quest leads her to Kael, a enigmatic man with an otherworldly presence, who possesses the very shard she seeks. Their encounter is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a Harbinger, a chaotic creature that hunts those touched by fate. Kael reveals that Elara’s mark is not a curse but a key to a powerful destiny. He is a Fatebinder, a guardian of the threads that weave the fabric of reality, and he has been searching for her. As the Harbinger closes in, Kael and Elara are forced to flee, embarking on a perilous journey to unlock the secrets of her mark. Together, they navigate a world of ancient magic, hidden prophecies, and dangerous foes. Along the way, their bond deepens, blending romance with the urgency of their mission. Elara must learn to harness her latent powers, while Kael struggles with his own haunted past and the weight of his duty. As they uncover the truth about the silver sigil, they realize that Elara’s destiny is intertwined with the fate of their world. She must choose between saving it or risking its destruction. With the Harbinger and other dark forces relentlessly pursuing them, Elara and Kael face a race against time to fulfill their roles in the grand tapestry of fate.

Aether is a patchwork of realities, stitched together with the coarse threads of fate. The High Ones feast on floating islands, flouting the laws of gods and men. The Low Ones rot in the stench of the underbelly, dreaming of a breath of fresh air. Between them lie countless layers of existence, where magic intertwines with despair. Into this chaotic world steps the Unknown. His face is hidden beneath a cowl, and in his eyes burns the cold fire of the Abyss. He is no hero, no savior; he is a catalyst for change, ruthless and hypocritical. The Unknown seeks no followers; he is a solitary figure. He wanders Aether, sowing the seeds of knowledge, but not out of noble intent. His gift is a curse, a trial that breaks the weak and elevates the strong. He asks for no payment, but the price of his lessons is blood, sweat, and tears. He whispers the secrets of the universe into the ears of the outcast, but cares nothing for their fate. He is a spark that can ignite the flame of hope or burn everything to ashes. The story begins with Kael, a young thief from the underbelly who overhears the Unknown conversing with a spirit. Words laden with ancient magic and forbidden knowledge ignite within him a spark of ambition. He begins to stalk the Unknown, seeking to glean his secrets. But the Unknown is no teacher in the conventional sense. He does not give lessons; he creates situations in which his "students" are forced to learn to survive, adapt, and overcome. Kael becomes an unwitting witness to the Unknown's actions, seeing how his "gifts" alter the destinies of others, shattering the old order and giving rise to new chaos. He realizes that the Unknown does not strive for balance; he craves destruction, the rebirth of the world in the fires of the Abyss. And Kael, intoxicated by the power that newfound knowledge grants him, becomes a part of this chaos. Kael's path intersects with others who have also been "blessed" by the Unknown's touch. Some descend into madness, others become tyrants, and still others become martyrs. Each of them is a tool in the Unknown's hands, a pawn in his game with reality. And Kael must decide who he wants to be – a pawn or a player. "Coldfire" is a story about the price of knowledge, the dark side of power, and how even in the most ruthless chaos, there is a perverse beauty. It is a story not of heroes, but of survivors, not of salvation, but of transformation, not of light, but of the cold fire of the Abyss that consumes all in its path.

Historia basada en hechos reales de mi vida. A lo largo de mis 34 años pasé por experiencias de diferentes sensaciones y sentimientos, mezclando la maldad y la benevolencia que una mujer puede sentir, y expresar, si se encuentra bajo presión. Pondré nombres diferentes a los reales, por tema de discreción.

I'M BACK! Fang Muiren survive the apocalypse for 16 years and was planning to survive for more years, but for some reason he felt like living for 16 years is quite enough for a man like him. He could become a legend at this point for surviving that long while being blind. August 08, 2041 — on the way to 'pharmacy', Fang Muiren, one of the original members of Sursist Caravan, fought an entire horde alone, making his whole team escape and do their task, then die at the hand of the abhorrent. November 22, 2023 — a year before the apocalypse began and 15th month of pandemic. Fang Muiren woke up in a soft and scratchy object. He could vaguely guess it as a 'bed'. He place his hand at the bed and close his mind, thinking to scan the whole place. Did they save him? Did Emilito or Cassidy go back for him? Are they crazy? However, instead of shapes taking place and showing him where he is, all he could see is pitch black. His ability is not working. Instead of panicking, he started to feel the object and place he's in. He frowned. Indeed he's in a bed. There's a braille stitched to the upper side corner near a wooden object, it reads; Blue Comforter — Bed. Stupefied, he clumsily stood up and began to feel up everything. 'chair', 'window', 'pot', 'night table', 'lamp'... There's braille almost everywhere, as if this place was designed with his condition in his mind. Walking a little bit more, bumping things along the way, he reached something. "Closet...polo...tank..." God. What's happening? He knows where he is. He's in his room in their apartment. But, its impossible! the building was destroyed and turn to ash after an Abhorrent put it to fire. Is he in heaven? hell? "illusion?...no..." Fang Muiren, a man who rather face the cruel reality than fleet in a false dream world, for the First time wished that everything he's thinking is real. That this is reality, that he went back on time...not imagining or relieving his whole life. "Please be real...." • | • | Author: please come in, take a tour in this little world i am trying to create! *whisper: I hope i won't drop or delete this impulsively.* Author: enjoy! and pardon me for mistakes.... Release: Sporadic, but i hope will be continuous when school's over. COVER NOT MINE, CTTO

Lilith was the very definition of aristocratic perfection. From a young age, she shone as the brightest star in high society. Mastering exotic languages, stitching with meticulous precision, and gliding through ballrooms as if she were floating were as natural to her as breathing. Every smile was rehearsed, every word measured, and every movement designed to reinforce her image as the ideal future lady, and eventually, the perfect queen. It wasn’t just talent; it was discipline, effort, and, let’s be honest, a dangerously obsessive streak. Rumors in the upper echelons of society described her as a prodigy, though some also considered her a mirror so polished it reflected nothing genuine. Then, the accident happened. A slip of fate (or the rug, who knows) left her with nine years of meticulously crafted effort reduced to ashes. She woke up with no memories of her stellar track record or the rules that had made her an icon. Goodbye to perfectly synchronized dances; hello to clumsy attempts at remembering how to hold a teacup without looking like a peasant. Her parents, desperate to restore the lost glory, devised a rigorous regimen: in three years, Lilith must reclaim all her manners, skills, and knowledge to be ready as a queen candidate. What would normally take a decade, she has to achieve in record time. Lilith, who now can’t tell the salad fork from the dessert fork, faces an educational marathon that would make even the most dedicated tutor nervous. Will Lilith regain her throne as the perfect lady of society, or will her fall become eternal gossip among the tea party ladies? One thing is certain: perfection doesn’t include laughing at herself, and that might just be her greatest challenge.

-WARNING- [Dark] [Mature content 18+] Beneath the moon's pale glow, a fated pair, bound by woe. A young girl, famously known as the 'cursed redhead' catches the eyes of a ruthless emperor, who's soul is bound by an unforgiven curse. Driven by an all consuming possession, he forces her to become his mistress. But as destinies intertwine, truths from the past take light. Their bond tightens and his desire grows even darker. Can she find the courage to defy his wicked clutches, and escape his haunting embrace? "A twisted soul, who smiles at you very easily, yet whilst carving something malevolent and dangerous in just seconds." He is obsessed, despite the heavy chains literally bounding his soul to darkness, and the rumors surrounding the girl. "Blood follows the redhead's stride. Death's shadow, her constant guide."

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!

Have you ever wondered how fate is a huge joke? - I mean it, like a literal clown trying to make people laugh at cold jokes that not many would understand.  Ivy Hui-Clover was told at a young age that she can live up to 25 years old. And the only way for her to survive is to find her Mr. Right and... - well that's for another time to continue.  "Is it wrong to want to sabotage my own blind date?" Ivy slurped her boba milk tea and focused intensely on chewing the pearls. As she savored the sweet flavor, her fraternal twin, Chloe answered her question. "What do you think?" Compared to her, Chloe had it easier when it came to looking for a partner.  "Then being a savage, it is." Ivy cupped her cheek, clearly in a good mood from having her favorite drink in her hands.  -- "Ivy went where?!" Selina's high pitched voice made her husband, Jason cover his ears. Rereading the note that Ivy had left behind, her left brow twitched unhappily. "Who told her Chloe was going there?! Nuh uh. No way! I need to send someone to get her back." She slammed the note against the table. At the same time, fate played a twist on Ivy.  After roaming around the unfamiliar mall, she finally purchased a new laptop for herself. Her clumsy friend destroyed her old one in the most peculiar way anyone can ever imagine. As she walked out of the store, she bumps into a young man, causing her swirled glasses to fall. The stranger gasped when he saw her face and she quickly took her glasses from his hands before heading off the opposite direction. Not long after, she found herself surrounded by guards in suits with a weapon in their blazer. "Don't move and follow us," the guard said. "Interesting," Ivy smirked at his challenge. -- "How did you get here?" His voice was so deep, causing ripples in her chest. It sent shivers down her spine, making her tighten her legs around his waist. Mark Williams was told that the girl he's been looking for might be found - his friend had run into her in front of the electronic store. However, she ran away like a frightened bunny. It was a game of tag at this point, and he had a time limit - to catch her before she leaves this mall. In the midst of looking for her, he found a girl flying towards his direction - yes, flying. He caught her, and one of her mustache swirled glasses lens fell off, revealing her energetically innocent puppy eyes. 'It's her' His heart beat against his chest rapidly. "I flew here." She replied. And this was the start of their twisted fate. What would happen when she learns about his profession and realizes he wasn't who she thought he was? Yet, it brought her such excitement as it dragged out her crazy fantasies from her private library of Mafia Romance books?

"Stitches of Fate" follows Kemi, a talented graphic designer in Lagos, who is struggling to heal from the emotional scars of a painful breakup with her former partner, Alex. Despite her vibrant creativity and passion for art, Kemi feels trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and fear of vulnerability. Her best friend, Bola, is determined to help her move on and encourages Kemi to embrace new connections. When Kemi unexpectedly meets Jide at a café, their chemistry is immediate and undeniable. As they bond over shared interests and laughter, Kemi begins to feel hope for a fresh start. However, as their relationship blossoms, Bola’s jealousy surfaces, creating tension between the two friends. Kemi finds herself torn between her growing feelings for Jide and her loyalty to Bola, who struggles with her insecurities. As Kemi navigates this delicate balance, she faces an unexpected family crisis that forces her to confront not only her father's declining health but also the long-buried secrets that have haunted her family for years. This journey leads Kemi to reevaluate what love means and whether she can truly open her heart again. "Stitches of Fate" is a poignant exploration of friendship, love, and the complexities of moving on from the past. Through Kemi's journey, readers witness the transformative power of connection and the courage it takes to embrace new beginnings amidst the weight of secrets. Will Kemi find the strength to stitch together the fragments of her life and embrace a future filled with love? This heartfelt narrative delves into the intricacies of relationships, highlighting how past experiences shape our present choices and how true healing often requires confronting our deepest fears.

"In the end, it's always about power." Tetsuya Hirano's words to Kaito Fujimoto after killing his father all those years ago. "It's okay to focus on yourself every once in a while." Those words were foggy. Who said them? Kyofu stares down a crossroads. To his left, a beautiful woman with dark blue hair. To his right, a man with stitches on his forehead smiling warmly. "I love you." Tetsuya Hirano's words to his son right before his death. ********************* This story is based off the Heian Era of Jujutsu Kaisen. You won't need to go and read/watch it, but I do suggest it. I plan on updating: Once or twice through Wednesday to Sunday After each volume there will be a one to two week break. (sorry but i can only be consistent for so long. bite me.)

Tiberius Marlowe has silent power in his step-a storm repressed behind an impenetrable mask of coolness. Every glance was sharp, lethal, a reminder that his empire didn't come as some mistake. And right at his side, in every shadowy alley, were the enemies, with Nikolai Drakos most at the fore, chief rival to him in the cutthroat billionaire world. Nikolai’s relentless ambition and cold, calculated moves drive him ever closer to Tiber’s throne, creating a tension that pulses like an unspoken promise of war. Ivy Cadler is cool, calculated, and sartorially impressive in the high-stakes game of politics, wielding her power and scandals with characteristic poise. She is Tiber's mistress, his sword in a Savile Row suit, working her way through society's upper echelons to solidify his grasp from within. Every stolen glance, every whispered confidence between them, represents a bond forged in ambition, a mutual seduction tempered with danger. Their involvement is not some trivial affair but an alliance of twisted purpose, of power and lust precariously poised on a razor's edge. Yet wrapped inside Tiber's success was an anger so still and quiet, building with every pulse of the heart that was broken called Cassandra Marlowe. Now his bride, jilted, Cassandra's ghostly presence haunted in quiet resentment stitched into the fabric of his life; she was the ghost of his choices, biding her time to strike. Each time he touches Ivy, every scheme he devises to kill Nikolai-Cassandra sees. Her vengeance, planned with a smile masking anger so cold it could shatter them all. But as Tiber navigates his realm, his calculated steps draw him closer to the shadows he cannot control. At the core of his domain, where all friends bear the mien of foes and love is a deadly poison in the veins, one wrong move spells the dénouement of his carefully constructed reign. With Nikolai at his back, Ivy hiding secrets of her own, and Cassandra's silent fury burning ever closer, Tiber's world is a chessboard of betrayal just waiting to unravel. And just when he thought he knew how to play the game well, it may just be that the deadliest enemy of all is the one he never saw coming.

#Fantasy ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The prophecy rewrite's the genesis. And what we see, isn't what we expect. A demigod is born. To save the world from a great demon, casted down by the gods themselves. A young girl, known to be a princess from a good Kingdom, finds herself in a big celestial situation. Which was caused by her stubborn undying curiosity to adventure. But as the story goes on, she finds out that she is no where near an ordinary Princess with a lowlife. Instead, she is been given a great responsibility that could shake the world's new beginning. But unfortunately, she seems to not be sure if she could carry that kind of responsibility. And yet, will she have a choice? #Romance ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I opened my mouth, to take in air as I felt my face dripping with water. I turned to face Remiel. And he held a very serious look, while staring deeply into my eyes. And for some reason, his eyes seemed to glow more in the night. I was mesmerized by the sight. But why did he drag me out all of a sudden? I haven't totally ran out of breath. "Isn't it obvious little human?" I heard his dark voice. "It seems the beautiful sight is making you forget my presence. And we don't want that..." I felt my eyes widen at his statement. I thought I didn't hear him right. But when I looked up at him, his lips had curved into a deep devilish smirk.

In a world overshadowed by twilight and haunted by an eternal absence of sunlight, Amaya’s life has become a quiet drift through shadows, a ghostly existence she cannot fully escape. She works the night shift in an old hospital, her heart worn thin by the years without joy. Her past is filled with unspoken grief, and her future is empty of hope—until she meets Luka. Luka, a man with sorrow stitched into his gaze, carries dreams that should have been buried long ago. His nightly conversations with Amaya pull her out of the numbness, teaching her how to dream again. But Luka hides a truth that will tear apart everything she thought she knew about this broken world. Beneath his skin, a secret stir—Luka is a werewolf trapped between his human sorrow and the beast that sleeps within him. The skies turned hollow not because the sun vanished—but because creatures like Luka arose. Cursed with immortality, they siphon the light from the world to feed their endless hunger. Luka was once a lover, a friend, a brother—but the wolf devoured all he once loved, and now only his guilt keeps him tethered to his humanity. Amaya finds herself drawn to Luka, but she is not the only one. As they grow closer, other wolves—each with their own broken histories—emerge from the shadows, circling Amaya like moths around a flickering flame. These werewolves are not mindless beasts. They are tragic, beautiful souls, cursed to seek out light wherever they can find it—and Amaya, with her warmth and quiet strength, becomes their guiding star. Amaya soon realizes she must confront her own darkness to survive. Her past hides secrets that make her more entangled with these wolves than she ever imagined. Love becomes a dangerous game—a choice between embracing Luka’s monstrous truth or surrendering to the darkness inside herself. But the world demands sacrifices. To break the curse, Amaya must make an impossible decision: Will she awaken the beasts inside these broken souls to bring light back into the world—or will she let herself be consumed by the darkness, choosing love over salvation?

The years spent together were all stitched by lies... when you pluck one, everything goes back to one square... it goes back to where it all started, the beginning of all these, if only time had gone backwards instead. But if given another chance, would I still make the same choice?

Marcus DuFrane was a normal person in a modern world, soon after he went to school, he felt something off. and after graduation he still felt not complete. after he reached the age of 40, he soon realized that life was too short. so, he wanted to extend life, and after about 2 years of being an "insane cult leader" in the people's eyes. yes, he did lead a cult of some sorts. but he was ready to sacrifice people for his target, everlasting life when the Government raided his work lab. after his members equipped with sacrificial daggers and robe's, charged but were futile against guns. being the insane person, Marcus was he unleashed his latest creation. the abomination, it was a creature of pure hate and was controlled by drugs. it was random creatures stitched together. in the end i also planted c4 in the beast. it thudded to the ground as it died. if I'm going to die, you're coming with me. and with that his base exploded killing Marcus DuFrane and the " end of the crazy psycho" but he was born again to raise his cult with magic and monsters.

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove

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