Blunt Tempus

Alpha Kieran Never Took the Same Woman Twice... Until Her! Exiled. Betrayed. Broken. Autumn knew love was a luxury,a blunt lie...until the most ruthless Alpha in the realm claimed her as his mate… only to publicly reject and humiliate her before his entire pack. But when the moon rises, his hands tell a different story. Night after night, he drags her into his bed, his teeth grazing her throat as he growls: "You are my property, little thief.Never forget that!" Secrets lurk beneath his cruelty. Lies poison their bond. And when Autumn discovers her long dead sister is alive...and wearing Kieran’s mark.. she will have to choose - Trust fate, trust the Moon Goddess who never favoured her. Or trust her guts! [ Disclaimer : There might be scenes that resemble or are near r*pe scenes. But definitely not in the exemplary way. They are there for a reason in the story. It reflects some reality of the brutal world they live in. It unfolds as we move ahead. If it bothers you, please stay away. And please keep in mind, this is a story about a kickass female lead, despite all her suffering, she still kicks balls. So if you want someone whimpering, shy submissive...stay away from the book. One more thing to keep in mind is the fact that Alpha Kieran isn't our typical 'hero' material. He has a disturbing past, is morally gray sometimes, takes rash decisions... And is severely flawed... But definitely this creates a massive scope for growth and character arch ( you are free to hate him but give him a chance to tell his story as he lives through the highs and the lows) . PS : This book will gradually introduce you to other supernatural creatures and lores that might not be typically connected to werewolf books. Though the story primarily follows a single love story, it is plot driven. Which means you will be introduced to several supporting characters on the way. So keep an open mind and try to immerse yourself in the experience. ( keep a look out for bonus side stories too ) Now, if you are ready...grab your seat belts and lets go on a ride. #HappyReading everyone

In his first life, Shyam had everything most people dream of—a loving family, a stable job, a peaceful routine. But he also carried one unfulfilled wish: to travel the world, to explore the unknown, to live an adventure… just once. That chance came—not with glory, not with prophecy, but with a mistake. Killed by accident by a chai-loving Yamdut who confused him with someone else, Shyam is reincarnated into another world. No fate to save it. No dark past to run from. Just… a second chance to finally live the life he once dreamed of. Armed with strange new skills, an overly blunt fairy assistant named Raitha, and more sarcasm than swordplay, Shyam begins his journey as a low-ranked adventurer in a land of quiet villages, blooming flowers, and not-so-deadly slimes. No demon lords. No chosen one prophecies. Just one man trying to enjoy the simple adventure of a lifetime—one village, one monster, and one sarcastic system notification at a time. But in a world this peaceful, why does it still feel like something is waiting for him out there...? ---- sub-genre SoL, PJL, LIB,

"Don't mention, you don't look like a local; where are you from?" He asked. "You don't have to tell me," he said hurriedly, noting my enquiring eyes. "Not really; I am just passing through," I said warily. "To the vampires land?" He asked. I was taken aback by his bluntness and looked around to make sure no one was listening in. He observed my motions and burst out laughing, as if I had done something hilarious. "You're definitely not a local," he added, still giggling. "Why did you say so?" I am completely bewildered at this point. "Locals already know that this is the meeting place for different races, and judging by your reaction towards my question, you don't know this." I was astounded by this because how could everything alter so dramatically after three years? I took a deep breath again. 'I'm taking more breath than usual today,' I thought as I exhaled. "Yeah, I'm passing through to the vampire land," I responded, still wary of this individual. "Your room is ready," the middle-aged man announced. The man grinned as he saw my bewildered expression and wondered when he'd tell me my room number and give me the keys. "Follow that young man by the stairs; he will take you to your room," he said, pointing to the plainly clothed man near the stairs. "How can I repay you for the gold coins?" I turned to ask after taking a few steps towards the stairs. "Your name would be nice," he remarked, smiling. "Aurora, my name is Aurora," I said, smiling slightly. "Aurora… it doesn't suit you; I'll call you Emerald. That suits you better," he replied, walking away. I was left stunned as I saw him withdraw back. He was joking, right?

[DISCONTINUED!!!] Word of Warning: MC is crude, blunt and slightly insane. Continue with caution! --------------------------- When Theodore Nevan is forced into the Reincarnation Cycle via Truck-Kun's almighty hand, he is given the option to be reincarnated as the son of two Primordial deities, who convinces him to agree to their conditions by promising three wishes each. Theodore, now Theo Kraven, must gather his power and make powerful allies, because he's not the only Primordial Spawn alive and not all Primordial Spawns are friendly. And, with his kind being hunted by an unknown, mysterious force, he must do so fast. What happens when he discovers he can also travel through time, to more primal periods in time, where the beasts ruled over the world with an iron first? To eras past where he can learn from legendary masters only known through the history books? He will need to continue with caution as he grows into his own powers, becuase messing with time is forbodden and being a Primordial Spwan at a time where Primordial Spawns are frowned upon is like a double whammy. If anyone finds out about who he really is and what he can do, he will be hunted and killed. Wielding the powers of Time, Death & Destruction at his literal fingertips, Theo Kraven is out to get stronger and gather his own forces, eliminating any who dare get in his way. He will be called a villain. He will be called a tyrant. He will be called despicable. But, at the end of the day, he will have the power to back his actions. And, like his predecessors before him, he will learn that his sanity... is a ticking time bomb! No matter how chill and creative he sees himself today — he will have to learn that the cost of power is one's sanity, and he'll have to learn this fast, too, or else he'll be too far gone to properly defend himself when the enemy comes knocking at his door. And the worst part? The enemy is already at the gate! [Ding! Direwolf Alpha Tamed.] [Ding! Progenitor Werewolf Corpse Summoned!] [Using Absolute Synthesis to Create A New Summon...]: [Ding! New Summons Created!] [Direwolf Evolved Into: Lycaon-Fenrir Progenitor Werewolf!] ------------------------------------------- 170 Power Stones = 1 Chapter Extra 150 Power Stones = 4 Chapters Extra 95 Shares = 2 Chapter Extra I will post chapters twice 3-4 days a week, with a bonus chapter every other 3 Fridays! Let's try to get this in rankings, my peops, so share, read and enjoy. And please vote golden tickets and power stone, and please don't forget to send gifts if you want, thanx XD!!!

Thane Arthur Cook was just trying to put himself out there. One cringy date, one long drive, and a catastrophically bad sense of timing later—he’s face-to-face with something out of a horror movie. And that’s before the world ends. Earth gets cannibalized by the System—cities ripped from the ground, people frozen mid-motion—and fed to a savage, game-like world where monsters roam and nobles rule like tyrants, free to exploit humanity however they see fit. Most people were placed carefully. Thane wasn’t. He was dropped like a meteor, flattened something ancient, and unknowingly jump-started a problem buried for millennia. Thane is chosen as the test subject for a brand-new magic. Instructions not included. Armed with a blunt object and clad in magic spandex, Thane must find a way to survive—and maybe break the System along the way. Gifted with never before seen momentum magic, watched by forces beyond comprehension, and armed only with a blunt object, and magic spandex Thane must find a way to survive the system—and maybe break it along the way.

Aaron, pemuda biasa yang hidup pas-pasan di kamar kos sempit dan berantakan, menjalani hari-harinya yang monoton sebagai pegawai toko serba ada. Hidupnya hanya diwarnai layar ponsel, manga favorit, dan rutinitas yang membosankan. Tapi semuanya mulai berubah sejak suara misterius sering muncul di mimpinya—suara seorang perempuan yang memohon, "Aaron... tolong ingat aku!" Hingga suatu pagi, seorang perempuan asing yang cantik dan berpenampilan aneh datang ke tokonya. Tatapannya familiar, suaranya serasa déjà vu. Saat malam tiba, Aaron bertemu lagi dengannya di taman. Dalam keadaan lemah, perempuan itu memanggil dirinya Tempus—Sang Dewi Waktu. Dari sinilah hidup Aaron perlahan ditarik keluar dari dunia normal. Di balik sikap aneh dan tingkah lugu Tempus, tersembunyi misteri besar tentang waktu, ingatan yang hilang, dan peran Aaron dalam sesuatu yang lebih besar dari sekadar kehidupan kos-kosan dan mie ayam.

Synopsis **Lina Marchesi doesn’t remember the night her fiancé died. She only knows he drowned near their private beach house on the Amalfi Coast—and that she was found barefoot, bloodied, and unresponsive in a boat nearby. There were no signs of foul play, and Lina, an American expat novelist, hasn't been able to write since. A year later, under the weight of trauma, gaps in her memory, and public suspicion, she returns to the same village—not to heal, but to hide. But the quiet isn’t quiet for long. Whispers trail her in the market, her old neighbors keep their distance, and someone keeps leaving pages from her *unfinished manuscript* on her doorstep—pages she doesn't remember writing. Enter **Milo Caruso**, a former war photographer turned reclusive innkeeper with his own ghosts. He’s disfigured from an explosion, hiding out in the crumbling hills above the sea. Their paths cross when Lina takes up residence at his isolated property, and tension builds—first in silence, then in sharp, probing conversations over wine and cigarettes. Their connection is messy, magnetic, and deeply flawed. Milo is blunt and emotionally unavailable; Lina is unraveling but seductive, using charm as armor. They orbit each other—drawn, repelled, resisting. But both know what it’s like to live with something unspeakable. As Lina pieces together her fractured memory, it becomes clear that her fiancé’s death wasn’t as accidental as the police claimed. And someone in the village wants the truth buried. And as she and Milo fall into a love that’s as brutal as it is tender, Lina begins to ask herself the scariest question of all: **What if she killed him?**

Cerise Steele was born to be the perfect noblewoman: poised, quiet, ornamental. The first daughter of the prestigious Winter House of Steele, she was married off at sixteen to a man she did not choose, and spent years locked in the cold elegance of court life—polished on the outside, quietly unraveling within. But when her husband is found murdered under mysterious circumstances, Cerise flees the golden cage of her ruined estate and assumes a false identity as a maidservant on a royal military campaign. In the dirt and chaos of the common world, she finds something unexpected: freedom, friendship, and the forbidden taste of a life she was never meant to have. As she draws closer to the capital, to danger, and to King Damian de Rohan—a blunt, stoic warrior-king who suspects more than he says—Cerise must navigate a kingdom teetering on the edge of unrest, a growing conspiracy surrounding the elemental runes that hold the empire together, and the pieces of herself she buried long ago.

Welcome to The Crash Out Diary, a book that’s as messy, real, and unapologetically human as you are. This isn’t just a collection of thoughts—it’s your safe space. A no-judgment zone where we spill it all: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the downright chaotic. This is a diary for anyone who’s tired of faking perfect. It’s a place to confess, connect, and share your honest truths—like that time you cheated on your bestie with her boyfriend (because, hey, we’re all just human, right?). It’s for the ones who crave rawness in a world obsessed with filters. Through blunt reflections and unfiltered musings, The Crash Out Diary offers an open invitation to let it all out. Whether you’re battling your own demons, questioning the rules of the game, or just tired of pretending to care when you don’t—this book gets it. So, pull up a chair, let’s crash out together. No judgment. Just real talk. I just want to scream in here, hope that helps. This will be updated everyday because I'll just come here to scream. If you feel like talking to someone this is my discord: freda0517

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.

"Ashen Wrath: Rise of Raizen" GENRES: Shonen, Seinen, Supernatural, Action, Dark Fantasy, Tragedy --- SETTING: A modern dystopian world, split into nine continents, each ruled by a Wrath God—members of the tyrannical World 9. Their rule is brutal, enforcing control through fear, hatred, and destruction. These “gods” are the strongest Wrath Essence users alive and rule with an iron fist, eradicating any threat to their power. Beneath the surface, whispers echo of a prophesied being who will one day rise with enough Wrath Essence to bring ruin to the World 9—the Ashen Wrath. --- PROTAGONIST: Raizen Age: 24 Appearance: Feminine and androgynous femboy with long silver hair, glowing wrath tattoos, and a monk’s tattered robes. Personality: Formerly calm, patient, and loving; now tormented, cold, and focused, yet still hides flickers of the father he once was. Backstory: A once-loving adoptive father and monk betrayed by Kyros, his childhood friend and the leader of the World 9. Branded as the prophesied Ashen Wrath, his family was slaughtered for harboring him. Left to die, Raizen awakened his Wrath Essence, a raw power born of betrayal, love, and loss. Goal: To burn down the World 9, become the Ashen Wrath, and exact judgment on the gods who ruined the world. Abilities: Ashen Howl: Emits a devastating roar fueled by pure Wrath Essence. Infernal Lotus: A high-speed, brutal martial art powered by wrath and chakra-like focus. Memory Split: A meditative combat style that lets him momentarily foresee an enemy’s movements. Wrath Incarnate: Berserk form that risks erasing his remaining humanity. --- DEUTERAGONIST: Sora Personality: Flirtatious, calm, hilarious, and goofy, but a deadly fighter when needed. Fighting Style: Pure leg-based martial arts imbued with Hate Essence; his kicks bend air pressure and space. Abilities: Hollow Spiral Kick: Creates a black vortex that erases matter. Zero Field Flip: Mid-air teleportation using rage-powered leg force. Role: Raizen’s opposite and best friend—he reminds Raizen of humanity, laughter, and love. --- MASTER: Kuro Aizashi Role: The mentor of the team, exiled after trying to rebel against the World 9. Power: Essence Cancellation—can nullify any transformation, technique, or essence-based move by looking directly at the target. Weapon: A multi-seal scarf laced with wrath-nullifying ink. Personality: Dry, observant, but deeply protective. --- VILLAIN: Lord Kyros Role: Leader of the World 9, Raizen’s former best friend. Appearance: Elegant, armored, with a single cracked mask over his left eye. Personality: Manipulative, philosophical, and cruelly elegant. Believes the world needs to be ruled through absolute hatred to survive. Power: Godflame Wrath: A black fire technique that devours even other wrath essences. Mirror Dominion: Can rewrite memories and twist reality within a set radius. Eye of Genesis: Can predict fate and “burn” the future he doesn't like. --- LOVE INTERESTS: Seraphina Role: Raizen’s love interest, stoic warrior and last surviving Valkyrie. Abilities: Uses divine blades forged from hatred and protection. Personality: Cold, intelligent, with moments of fierce tenderness. Secretly loves Raizen back. Raizen’s Feelings: Deep love hidden behind indifference. Dr. Reina Role: Sora’s love interest and the team’s doctor. Abilities: Can weaponize hate as blood manipulation. Uses chakra threads and pressure bursts. Personality: Blunt, sharp-tongued, and has a soft spot for Sora’s ridiculous flirting. --- ALLY: Silverdeath Role: Evolved Deathbringer demon who joins the party for a constant supply of chocolate. Personality: Sadistic, funny, refined, and unpredictable. powers: Oblivion Grin: Turns anything he smiles at into ash. Masochistic Surge: Grows stronger the more pain he feels. Motivation: Claims he’s just "bored," but hints he knows the truth of the prophecy

"Love Tripped Into My Room: I Just Wanted Peace, Not Panties" Kaito Tenma just wanted a normal life. Wake up, eat toast, avoid drama, and maybe—just maybe—confess to his beautiful, blunt childhood friend, Riko. But fate sucker-punches that dream into space when a half-naked girl crashes through his ceiling and declares his room as her new home. Now he’s living with Yuna, a mysterious (and dangerously clingy) bombshell who thinks clothing is optional and personal space is a myth. From lewd accidents to jealousy-fueled misunderstandings, Kaito’s life spirals into a wild, hilarious mess of high school chaos, horny misunderstandings, and girls who seem way too interested in ruining his peace. He didn’t ask for a harem. He didn’t ask for trouble. But trouble keeps tripping into his life—one girl at a time.

A college student who had travelled to Rome for her new college. she was an average person who liked reading books and watching movies overnight long. Her obsession had made her quite the character; forgetful, too blunt for her own good, and she barely could lie to save herself from situations. Somehow, she was still one of the top student who held a record and managed to get a scholarship. Will this be a boring college life or another special experience, adding to her adventures?

Set in the last few years of the Vietnam was, slightly antisocial and unrelatable Stacie loses her dog to cancer and it sends her into a state of mourning that summons a devil. He is not allowed to leave until she makes a deal with him but she will never do that. She is sassy, blunt, asexual, and has no desire for power or fame. Sometimes your lack of desire can be exactly why you end up where you don't want to be.

In a world of swords, sorcery, and spiritual supremacy... one stoner will rise higher than them all. Tyler "Toke" Greenfield was just another burnout from Humboldt County—until a cosmic hiccup yanked him into the Qi-Realm, a land where powerful cultivators soar across the skies and clash for divine treasures. But Tyler isn’t here to fight for glory or ascend to immortality. He’s here to farm the dankest spiritual herb in all of existence. Armed with the mysterious Ganja Cultivation System and a passive ability that supercharges plant growth, Tyler revives the long-forgotten Verdant Leaf Sect—one puff at a time. From chill-inducing Spirit Kush to galaxy-tier Cosmic Chronic, his crops are so potent they break cultivation bottlenecks, summon divine beings, and even cause ancient sects to panic. He just wants to vibe and roll a few, but the heavens have other plans. Can Tyler stay lit enough to outsmoke celestial trials, dodge greedy cultivators, and spark a revolution through herbal enlightenment? Or will he become the blunt of someone else’s ambitions?

In a world where reality blurs between magic and modernity, one broken mirror awakens a forgotten destiny. Liam Gray is just an ordinary young man — lonely, directionless, stuck in a mundane life where success feels like a distant dream. But everything changes when a mysterious mirror in his room cracks open… not to shatter, but to reveal another world. From that mirror steps Aeris Virelle, a fierce and secretive warrior from a magical realm on the brink of collapse. She seeks the fragments of an ancient spellbook — the Liminal Codex — a key that can restore balance… or destroy everything. As Liam is unwillingly dragged into her quest, he learns that he isn’t just a bystander. He is bound by blood, power, and fate to the shattered past of both worlds. Haunted by visions and hunted by corrupted forces, Liam joins a band of unlikely allies: Kael, a blunt but noble wind-based warrior with a soft spot for dumb jokes, Nyra, a spirited summoner whose tiny summons love stealing food and causing chaos — but whose powers are growing every day. Together, they must traverse deadly landscapes, fight cursed guardians, uncover ancient truths, and learn to trust one another. But Aeris is hiding a truth of her own — reporting to a heroine who may not be what she seems. And lurking behind every turn is a dark force, manipulating hearts and histories alike: the shadowy being that destroyed Elira’s people and tore open the world long ago. As realms collide and fragments fall into place, Liam must decide: is he a hero destined to save both worlds… or a sacrifice meant to seal them?

Shen Yan, a top student with a quiet heart and sharp mind, wakes from a nap to find himself in a parallel world. Here, his new deskmate is Gu Yan—someone who looks exactly like him, but acts completely differently. As the two uncover the mystery behind their mirrored existence, an unexpected bond forms. In a world that may only hold one "Yan"… who will stay? Calm and rational, blunt personality × Gentle-looking but secretly cunning.

Sixty-year old 'James Jamesson,' was offered a job. A simple, normal driving job for a wealthy girl. Unfortunately, James Jamesson forgot to account that the girl was one of the most wanted target in all of Japan. His job had another mission, to protect the girl at all costs, though, in the night, there was one more thing about the girl that needed his service; Killing people. (inspired by Candy & Cigarettes and Rodjiura Banchi) -I hate AI covers, but this will be it for now until I get to drawing the cover-

Leon, a washed-up Chrono Healer, repairs clocks in Tempus City’s slums to forget his past. His power to manipulate time once killed his sister, and now, every use of it steals another memory of her. But when Selene Veyra, a razor-sharp corporate spy, blackmails him into helping destroy Chrono Core—a machine devouring the future—Leon faces an impossible choice.

VA: DIAMOND TO RAIN follows Satou Senji, a young student who roams the streets of Japan at night, exploring abandoned places and encountering other individuals who, like him, feel like outcasts in society. Set in 2009, the story dives deep into the lives of misfits—people who are disconnected from mainstream society, each with their own struggles and reasons for feeling like they don’t belong. Satou’s solitary hobby of wandering at night brings him into contact with a diverse group of people, each with their own backstory. Along the way, he meets several girls who, like him, have chosen to stay away from society or are living in isolation due to trauma, societal rejection, or personal choices. The story paints a picture of these lost souls finding connection in each other amidst the backdrop of Japan’s urban decay. One of the key figures in Satou's journey is Kanako Ryoyo, a 19-year-old girl who is a victim of human trafficking. She’s tough, cold, and emotionally guarded, but after escaping her captors, she ends up hiding in an abandoned asylum, where Satou first finds her. Their connection grows as Satou helps her find refuge at his home. Kanako is a complex character—nonchalant and blunt on the outside, yet deeply affectionate in her own way. Her trauma, mixed with Satou’s kindness, leads to a slow but steady emotional connection. As the story unfolds, Satou and the people he meets face personal challenges, emotional dilemmas, and moments of redemption. The narrative explores themes of broken families, societal rejection, the psychological toll of isolation, and the complexities of human emotions. The presence of illegal activities like human trafficking and underground bars also adds a dark layer to the story, setting a gritty tone for the series of encounters Satou has with those seeking meaning outside of society's rigid expectations. With a strong focus on psychology, adventure, and romance, VA: DIAMOND TO RAIN is a deeply emotional journey of outcasts, exploring how they navigate the world while searching for a place where they belong.

“Is it too much to ask not to be disregarded?” This question often arises in moments when respect feels difficult to find although It might be the sentiment of someone who would get easily offended. “I’m not sensitive!” Sure, whatever you say. Join us on the journey of a girl named Sayaka. Self-absorbed most of the time and trys hard to get back to her reality, navigating her way with the help of a blunt and insensitive system by her side.

In a world, where magic is newly introduced by a man of mysterious origin, one of his descendant broke any previous limit and the king felt threatened by his existence. So, at very young age he fell into a conspiracy and forced to join the royal guard (being royal guard means he cannot have worldly possessions, worldly positions and worldly relations. In blunt word, he cannot own anything and cannot marry and have children). But fate have his own way. The boy thrives and when he is young man, he becomes the youngest general to ever exist in history of royal guards which enables him to get out of the royal guard. King becoming jealous of his reputation and fearing his usurpation, conspires again and his elder brother dies because of it by his own hand. The young man falls into despair and guilt, and decides to take king down with himself. But at the night which he decides to strike, he gets summoned to his home. His real home... . . . Follow us to a journey of our young general where he shapes his own world and prepares his revenge of brother's murderer of the other world.

"Your boss doesn't deserve you," Clifford revealed. "Why are you telling me all this?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Because I want you for myself. You're the woman of my dreams." Compared to how he behaved when he came to deliver stuff to me, he was very blunt now. "What if I don't like you back?" "I'll wait, after all, I'm good at that." He didn't look fazed. "Why me? I don't even own a business of my own." I told him. "You don't need to own a business, Arleen. It's just you I need." "What do you need me for?" "I need you to be my woman, that's all." He answered. **** Arleen Theodore is a secretary who is in love with her boss, Damion Clinton, but he doesn't love her back although he's aware but acts ignorant. Whereas, Clifford Edson, Arleen's delivery guy secretly loves her and tries to find any chance he gets to deliver things to her. BUT when the boss comes in contact with the delivery guy, things go haywire…. could it be that the delivery guy brought out mixed feelings from Damion towards Arleen? Or is the delivery guy Damion Clinton's untold truth?

In the church's prison, a man looked at his shackles. 'Little girl... is this the ending you wanted to see?' Thinking back to that resolute and pretty face in his memory and that golden hair like the blooming sunset, Lister sighed. 'If I had known that my end will be like this, I might as well have abandoned that little useless princess, opened a small tavern, and found a woman to spend my life with.' "Man, how unlucky am I..." Lister remembered that while he was playing with these little fluffy monster girls, he used to often tease a certain witch that she would accidentally end up on the stake, making her puzzled, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to go up first. "If all this could start over... I should have chosen the monster girls after all." "Oh? Really?" A cold yet teasing voice sounded beside him. As he turned his head to look, powerful magic energy gathered and swirled, and finally, a tall female figure walked out of it. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her curvy, mature figure. Lister knew her... or rather, should have known her. 'The Sinful Dragon Demon Lord, Priscilla' "Did you really mean it when you said you'd choose monster girls?" "...I wonder if the mighty Demon Lord has decided to grace me with a heart-to-heart in this cozy little prison." "As expected of the mastermind who single-handedly helped that incompetent woman to the throne. Even now you have the energy to crack jokes?" "You flatter me. I think it's quite humanistic for a Demon Lord who has children for breakfast, lunch, and dinner to chat with a dying man in prison." "Tsk, getting upset over a little teasing already?" "Sigh, alright, I don't have much time either. Let me get to the point with you. What are you still waiting for here, waiting to die?" "I don't know, maybe waiting for a female Demon Lord to come swoop in and save me?" "You know Aurola has abandoned you. What are you still hoping for?" "...So what does this have to do with the Demon Lord? We only have a very shallow cooperative relationship; I don't think it matters if I die or not." "Of course it does." Priscilla smiled and pressed the blunt end of her dragon horn against his forehead. "Because I want you, but I'm different from Aurola. What she gave you, I can give. What she couldn't give you, I can also give. Didn't you want to choose monster girls? In the Demon Capital, there are all kinds of monster girls. You can pick whichever you like." "Then, are there fluffy and warm ones?" "...I think the ones with hard scales and slender, elegant physiques are not bad either." "Ahem, I digress." "Anyway, I understand you better than you think. As long as you come with me to the Demon Capital, I will satisfy your everything within my power. As long as you promise me one thing..." "I know." Lister picked up where Priscilla left off, smiling back at her. "You want me, right?" "What a smarty~. So, you agree?" "Mm. I'll go with you." 'And come on, it's fluffy monster girls' 'I can't refuse.'

The biting Seoul wind whipped around Kim Junmyeon as he hurried between his three jobs. At 6 AM, he was a barista, the smell of burnt coffee a familiar alarm clock. By noon, he was a delivery boy, his bicycle a lifeline weaving through the city's chaotic streets. Evenings found him washing dishes in a bustling bar, the clinking glasses a soundtrack to his exhaustion. Each task was a desperate attempt to pay off his father's crippling debts and his mother's mounting hospital bills. His mother's illness was a constant weight, a shadow clinging to his every moment. He'd promised her he'd get her the best treatment, a promise that felt increasingly impossible to keep. The bar, "The Crimson Moon," was his newest source of income, a last-ditch effort to stave off financial ruin. It was there, amidst the smoky haze and clinking glasses, that he first saw him. He was a force of nature, radiating an aura of power and danger. His name, he later learned, was Park Chanyeol. Chanyeol was everything Junmyeon wasn't: wealthy, powerful, and undeniably captivating. Their first encounter was brief, a fleeting glance across a crowded room, yet it left Junmyeon breathless. He didn't know then that Chanyeol was a Mafia boss, a fact that would soon become brutally clear. Chanyeol's interest in Junmyeon was immediate, bordering on obsession. He pursued him relentlessly, his offers of wealth and protection veiled threats. Junmyeon, however, remained steadfast in his refusal. He was fiercely independent, his pride a shield against Chanyeol's overwhelming presence. He wouldn't be bought, not even by a man as alluring and dangerous as Chanyeol. Then came the crisis. His mother's condition worsened, the hospital bills escalating into an insurmountable mountain. Desperation clawed at him, pushing him to the brink. He remembered Chanyeol's business card, a stark reminder of the impossible choice before him. With trembling hands, Junmyeon dialed the number. He met Chanyeol at his opulent home, a stark contrast to Junmyeon's cramped apartment. The air crackled with tension, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock. Chanyeol's offer was blunt, devoid of sentimentality: a deal in exchange for Junmyeon's financial woes. Sex, without emotional attachment. A purely transactional arrangement. It was a degrading proposition, yet Junmyeon found himself accepting. His mother's life hung in the balance, and he would do anything to save her. The deal was struck, a pact sealed in the shadows of Chanyeol's lavish mansion. Their first encounter was raw, devoid of tenderness. Yet, amidst the stark reality of their arrangement, a flicker of something else ignited. A spark of connection, a silent acknowledgment of their shared vulnerability. This is where their story begins. Will their arrangement blossom into something more profound, defying the boundaries they've set? Or will their paths ultimately diverge, leaving them strangers once more? The answer lies in the chapters yet to come. This is just a beginning. You can develop their relationship, explore their individual struggles, and build the suspense around their forbidden love. Remember to focus on character development, exploring their inner conflicts and motivations. The contrast between Junmyeon's humble background and Chanyeol's powerful world offers rich potential for dramatic tension and emotional depth.

Love sometimes can be assertive, blunt, and it can be an alarm because Love can be a sense of urgency: when your feelings are geniue. Edward was someone like that, thinking Love must be equal, and Mabel on the other hand didn't know what to choose,if it's love or revenge. Edward is wealthy and he's independent and have all the ladies he wants to himself. Mabel was someone who didn't have the freedom, she was like the caged bird that sings for freedom but was ignored. Her freedom was like being monitored. When this two different people come together but the world doesn't agree with their relationship and conflict arises due to their background. But in the end love overcome all struggles,pains and conflicts.

Season in my life follows the raw, unfiltered journey of Julien, a professional photographer and camera operator, navigating life on the road after leaving behind a nearly five-year stint at a shit apartment complex in Orlando, Florida. As he reflects on the concept of seasons—both in nature and life—Julien grapples with his personal evolution, balancing his Christian faith with his blunt, no-nonsense approach to the world. With his life packed into a car, Starlink keeping him connected, and writer’s block hitting hard, Julien ventures across the U.S., chasing gigs, meeting new people, and reconnecting with friends who have become his chosen family. This is a story about transitions—about leaving behind what no longer fits and embracing the unknown. It’s about the relationships that keep us grounded and the personal battles we fight when no one’s watching. Seasons in my life is Julien’s season of change, growth, and self-discovery, one where faith, fuck-ups, and freedom collide.

Have you been inspired before? The bible led has Led me to think differently about the world com on a journey with me, from a lost sheep to a servant of the Lord God

[Mature content] ........ The rough kids were starting to annoy Harley. They should have died yesterday when they wanted to harass a Velvet, the new girl in their school. And today, probably, they would die. Harley was standing behind, and infront of the racks that contained books, when Reid had come to appear from the sides, along with his ugly friends. They gnashed their teeth in frenzy excitement while holding baseball bats. They must have smuggled it from wherever they belong. And they started to close in. “Come to the dark side, Harley. We would make a great team, hm? ” Reid a boy with jet black fauxhawk hair told her. Flame tee shirt , shorts, and reigning shoes, he wore. “ It would only take your feral dog type to join in the team.”were her blunt, dull words, dripping with venom that at the moment, poisoned his heart. Reid's eye twitched again in anger. This was the second time Harley was calling him an insane dog and it made his blood boil. Then, the girl's lips curled,“ What you gonna do? Bark?” That was it!! Reid swatted his bat for a hit, that he missed. The next attempt, and she caught hold of his bat hand to kick the air outta him... Reid flew over to crash into the rack behind him. Books fell and hit him, and were strewn over. “ Yaa!!”Ugly number two turned toward Harley to hit her that he missed with a step at her side, where it hit one of the racks that the impact of the bat to collide with the wood, so mighty that it left a fresh dent mark on it. Now, Harley was sure not to let that thing touch her, or else... Now, the next person was quick to appear at Harley's side so fast that when Ugly number two, had swatted his bat again, it hit him to unconsciousness. “ You'll pay for that!” he snarled. He lunged at Harley who held his arm instantly,that he screamed as she began to twist it, to dislocate his bone from his shoulder. He then sprawled on the floor and wailed in so much agony. “ Eddie!” Reid screamed,he glared at the girl, ” Fucker!" “ Kids!!” Mr Salmon Creek who was the kid's counselor, yelled at the pre-teens who were clawing at each other. Neither of them, however, paid heed to the counselor, as both were driven to the edge to injure, or worst, kill. “ The rest of you, back to class!” demanded the blonde counselor at the kids who were not involved but we're standing idly to watch. They soon, dragged their feet at his command, leaving fewer crowd behind that contained Harley's friends that were naughty. "Enough!!!” Mr Salmon tried to stop the fight. But Harley was madder to think about stopping. Her face was wrapped in rage likewise Reid. Reid slammed Harley to the wall and went down to finish with her. Wrapping his hand round her slender neck for a strangle, Harley felt her breathing hitch. A sudden groan left his lips on feeling the pain of Harley's hit at his groin. And Harley switched their position swiftly to slam his head against the wall. Reid cursed in a little bit of disorientation but yet, got up to fight. Dodging several attacks of the boy, Harley kicked him where he slammed open, the back doors of the library, his back hitting the mirrored glass hard before falling face flat where the impact alone had caused it to crack... As he slowly rose, Harley kicked him in the jaw and pulled him up to his feet before slamming punches at his face till her knuckles were bruised and coated in his blood. The next move had been unexpected as Harley had twirled to kick him, sending him to hit the glass once again before it'd finally shattered open with Ried to fall off through the huge flaw. Silence filled the library after gasps of terror had left the children's lips and Mr Salmon's jaw dropped. Harley had openly murdered someone.