Cartoon Doorway

Every seven years, at the stroke of midnight, one of Lorynth’s ancient bells tolls. By dawn, someone is missing. No struggle, no trace—just an empty space where they once stood. Elya Mornshade, a relic hunter with a knack for uncovering forgotten truths, arrives in Lorynth on the eve of the next tolling. The city is a labyrinth of shadowed alleys, whispering doorways, and wary souls who refuse to speak of the disappearances. When she meets a man who claims to have been taken and returned—changed in ways he refuses to describe—Elya becomes obsessed with unraveling the mystery. But the bells are not just instruments of time. They are something more—something ancient, watching, waiting. As the night of the tolling approaches, the air thickens with an unseen presence, and the city itself seems to shift beneath her feet. When the seventh bell finally rings, Elya will have to make a choice: turn back, or follow the sound into the unknown… But not everything that vanishes is lost. And not everything that returns is human.

High school youth love themselves their media. Fantasy books, anime cartoons, even online content. However, when four young teens end up being transported to another world similar to that of their precious media, they must reestablish themselves and adapt to their new fantasy surroundings or die trying.

kosalan is a fan of anime and cartoons,want to be in one such world and God gives him that wish but here he don't transmigrate.world changes to his wish

A Few Warnings for the Reader: This short novel is written for people who appreciate Japanese anime – a worldwide community numbering in the hundreds of millions. It's important to understand from the start that anime is not just "children's cartoons," as animation is often perceived in places like Europe and the USA. Anime represents a distinct form of animation and a significant cultural force, almost like "super-cinema." It can be incredibly dynamic and explore serious themes. Now, let's be honest, a large portion of anime is… not great. Maybe around 90% could be considered simply "okay" or even, let's say, "trashy." It can be blatant, silly, and not particularly engaging. Many viewers watch one of these less impressive shows and then assume all anime is similar. But that's a mistake! Understand this: by doing that, you're missing out on potentially the most captivating entertainment of your life. That's not an exaggeration – it's a genuine perspective. But the remaining 10%? That's where the true "super-cinema" lies. Good anime is unmatched in its ability to tell emotionally resonant stories and deliver dynamic action. Anime creators are free to push boundaries. Their imaginations delve into the complexities of the human heart, challenging the common "European view" that restricts animation to children. This story(it's not a Fanfiction!) is a tribute to a classic anime called "Fate." Fate is not my personal absolute favorite – there are masterpieces which incredibly hard to surpass. But still, it's a powerful example of the story started as a simple eroge and converted to a deeply emotional cult film.

"That’s insane." "Then prove me wrong." Nick’s voice was steady, filled with something far beyond conviction—certainty. He spoke of other worlds, of hidden doorways between reality and the unknown. Of a method that could take them beyond the limits of human perception. Water wanted to laugh. To dismiss it as another delusion. But something in Nick’s eyes made him hesitate. And so, against all reason, he followed the instructions. Lie down. Close his eyes. Let the darkness take hold. Then, he imagined it—the Golden Dawn. A colossal gate standing in the void, radiating warmth both comforting and unfathomable. The glowing key in his hand pulsed like a heartbeat. Beside him, Nick stood unwavering, as if he had done this before. The moment the gate opened, everything changed. A wave of impossible sensation crashed over him, sinking into every cell of his being. The laws of reality shattered. They fell—not through space, but through something deeper. An endless abyss where time itself twisted and burned. A brilliant blue aura erupted around them, a force so powerful it felt alive. And then, from the darkness, they came—beings beyond comprehension, their eyes seething with murderous intent. They pursued, their presence distorting existence itself. But ahead, it awaited. The world beyond the gate. Light. Sound. A shift in reality itself. And then— He opened his eyes.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

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Akira Shinjuku isn't your average teenager living in 1987 Japan. The world's greatest paranormal investigator working for the Bureau of Paranormal Extermination, he wields a divine superpower called a Rock Move, with his Rock Move, Footloose, being the strongest of them all. Aided by his doom and gloom girlfriend Amanda Valentine, his edgy as blades rival Rei Higashikata, his video game and cartoon obsessed alien best friend Josefumi Jirou, and a gambling addicted stoner German witch named Maria Elric, Akira is looking to avenge his father's death at the hands of Bruno, a mysterious hitman wearing a cartoonish dog mask. Fullfilling his destiny won't be easy, as devils, freaks, scary monsters and super creeps hinder his way. But with his trusty escrima sticks and his team, he can do anything. Manners. Maketh. Man. This is Silent November.

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In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

Oh hey there! Welcome to my totally not your average novel. I'm Natsuo, your humble guide (well, maybe not that humble) through this wild rollercoaster of a story. Buckle up because things are about to get real. So, picture this: I was just your regular guy—well, if by regular you mean born into a family of portal-hopping "Dimension Walkers," betrayed by a kingdom, and accidentally sold my soul to Lucifer. Oops. Now I’ve got these wicked powers like gaining all knowledge (yes, I’m a genius), multiplying anything by a trillion (imagine a trillion-dollar pizza), and copying abilities (basically, I'm like the ultimate cheat code). Oh, and did I mention I’m emotionless now? Yeah, turns out selling your soul has some side effects. Who knew? Anyway, things went downhill real fast when the Night Commander decided to try and kill me and my best friend Minami. Spoiler alert: didn’t work. But, in a twist of fate (and some magic portals), I ended up in a new dimension where I ran into some really "interesting" characters, like a dude in a red suit named G.W.A.K.(Guy with a katana) He’s kind of like a talking cartoon with a katana—breaks the fourth wall and cracks jokes like there's no tomorrow. Honestly, he might be funnier than Luci, my annoying floating eyeball companion. Now, with these crazy new powers, I’m hopping between dimensions, stealing abilities from other powerful freaks, and maybe trying to find a way to reclaim my soul before Lucifer decides she wants more than just a one-time deal. Did I mention I don’t play nice? Yeah, if you’re looking for a hero, you’re probably in the wrong place. But hey, stick around! There’s betrayal, epic fights, fourth-wall-breaking shenanigans, and enough sarcasm to fill an entire kingdom. Oh, and if you’re reading this, you might want to keep your eyes peeled—I might just be watching you. discord server:- https://discord.gg/QkbYtJEZ

Moral, or Mo for short, and Virgil lived in the city. The city where lights stayed on until 4 AM with faint noises of the ambulance rushing through at midnight. They lived in a small apartment in an alleyway with greased bricks, creating a slippery welcome into their doorway. MoVi is a "MoVie" like love story, but raw, and real like reality as it captures first love and the heartbreak that comes along with it.

With his new friends Resus Negative (wannabe vampire) and Cleo Farr (tomboy mummy), Luke thinks Scream Street might just be somewhere he can call home. However, there's one small problem: his parents are terrified by their new neighbors. Can Luke find the doorway back to the real world before they're scared to death?

He stood there silently, looking down at the wounds on his chest, but when he turned to stare at her, he had a smile on his face. She smiled in return when she saw the brilliant smile on his face, the same smile that had drawn her to him like a moth to the fire, even when her instincts screamed 'danger'. "It's finally come to an end," she thought. But her eyes widened immediately when she saw his body. Tears burst forth like a small stream as she ran to him. "No! Win!" She couldn't stop crying when she saw how he seemed to be on death's doorstep. "I'll take you to the hospital right now!" He shook his head when he heard her say those words. "No hospital. Right now, you are my hospital. I want to take in this beautiful sight that is you, nothing else should come first now, got it?" She nodded her head frantically like it'd bring him out of death's doorway. "Why?" She asked with a heavy heart. "I asked someone that question before, and I was left heartbroken some more seconds after that person gave me a reply," He said with a smile. He raised his hand to feel her face and a small smile of satisfaction appeared on his face. "I'm quite happy, my dear plum blossom, and sad at the same time. I'm happy because I didn't lose you this time, and sad because you might be all alone... because of my selfishness. This time, I changed my fate... " His hands dropped, and his eyes lost their luster immediately, but the smile never receded, they remained on his face. The smile on her face vanished without a trace immediately. "No, Win! Don't do this to me, don't do this to me, Win!" ...................................... His name was Winston, but everyone called him Win as an abb. He looked cool and gentle and easygoing, but only Melody knew that it was just a front. She would fight hard to uncover his deepest secrets, even at the cost of fallen in love, with him.

In a forgotten corner of the Universe, where the skies stretch far beyond the horizon, a boy lives unaware of the vastness that lies beyond his Dreams. His days are ordinary, his dreams small, until fate whispers through an ancient relic—a doorway to countless worlds, each more dangerous and wondrous than the last. Through trials unknown to most, the boy embarks on a journey that bends time and space, taking him across realms where gods play games and monsters rule. With every step, his strength grows, his soul becomes sharper, and power beyond imagining fills his hands. But the multiverse does not give without taking, and for every gift, there is a price. A shadow looms ever closer, one that even power may not defeat. For as he ascends to heights never before seen, the boy must learn: the greatest enemy is not what awaits in the dark, but what awakens within. And so the rhyme echoes through each world: "He who walks through endless skies, Will find his fate where shadow lies. With power gained and soul at stake, The boy ascends, yet worlds may break." # Disclaimer # This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Althea stood at the doorway of the bridal suite, her heart heavy with a weight she couldn't shake. The dress lay on the bed, pristine and untouched, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. It wasn't supposed to be her walking down the aisle, pledging herself to a man she barely knew. But here she was, forced to step into her sister's place. Her sister's choice to leave had devastated her. She had rejected a life that demanded sacrifice and duty, choosing freedom over family. And Althea, for all her anger and confusion, was left with no choice but to save the family's reputation. She had to wear the dress, say the vows, and marry a man she didn't love. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil, staring at her reflection. She looked perfect-beautiful, poised-but she didn't feel that way. She felt like a shadow, a replacement for the woman who should've been here. The weight of the gown suffocated her as she prepared to step into a life that wasn't hers to claim. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to marry him. But with every step she took toward the chapel, the reality set in. There was no turning back. And there, at the altar, stood Elijah. His eyes locked on hers as she approached, his gaze intense, unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips, one she couldn't quite decipher, but there was something in it that made her blood run cold. Satisfaction. He looked at her as if she were an object, something to be claimed. With each step, his smile deepened, pleased with what was walking toward him. He wasn't looking at her as a woman to be loved. He was looking at her as a prize, something that had finally fallen into his grasp. Althea's throat tightened. She couldn't turn back now, not with everyone watching. As she reached the altar, she realized the vows she was about to speak weren't hers to make. They had been written for her sister, and now she would speak them, to a man who had claimed her sister's life and was now claiming hers by default.

(warning:r18+ and strong mature content) In a world shrouded in darkness, two souls collided in a dance of destruction.Each harboring secrets that could annihilate them, found themselves inexplicably drawn to the very flame that could consume them. Their lives are a labyrinth of shadows, woven with deceit and bloodlust. Yet, amidst the chaos, they discover a glimmer of light in each other's eyes. A spark that ignited a passion so fierce, it threatened to incinerate them both. Shante Jarret,a siren of seduction,had built a fotress around her heart. But Madden,a maestro of control had a way of dismantling her defenses. With each whispered promises,he chipped away at her armor, exposing the vulnerable soul beneath. Madden Banks,a billionaire with a taste of darkness,had grown accustomed to shadows. But Shante,a female fatale with a kiss that could kill, awakened a hunger within him. A hunger that drove him to crave her touch,her taste,her very essence. As they navigated the treacherous landscapes of their desires,they found themselves bound by an unbreakable thread. A thread woven from the fabric of their own darkness,yet illuminated by the light they discover in eachother. Shante's past was marked by the brutal murder of her parents and her own rape at the age of five,perpetrated by the gangsters she has now taken care of. She has risen from the ashes,forging a new identity as the enigmatic leader of an underground club society. The club,a deadly society of dangerous seductress and evil gigolos,was built on a foundation of darkness and deception. Their mission was clear,hunt,seduce,manipulate,play and take down their targets within three days. The penalty for failure is death and the cardinal rule is simple: NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR PREY. Shante received a mission,one that will test her skills and push her to a limit of sanity. Her target - Madden Banks,the same billionaire who awoke a hunger within her. As she delved deeper into his world,she found herself torn between her loyalty to the club and her growing fasination with Madden. *** Excerpt "Hello, I'm Te," Shante purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she extended a manicured hand. Madden's gaze narrowed, his eyes lingering on her face before responding, "Te, as in Tea?" Shante's smile faltered for a moment, her anger simmering just below the surface. But she quickly regained her composure, her voice taking on a husky tone. "No, as in Teeeeee... Short for Shante." Madden's expression remained impassive, his voice curt. "Madden." He turned his attention back to Tyra, dismissing Shante altogether. "I'll be on my way now sissy." He smiled softly. Tyra was about to whine but Shante did the whining instead. "C'mon, it's not so gentlemanly to go without at least taking us on a date." Madden's gaze was fixed on Tyra like she was the only one there and no one said a word. "Later,sis." He winked at Tyra. "What the f..." She scoffed,her eyes flashed with anger, her face burning with indignation,she had never been ignored all her life. That bloody bastard, it's not his fault,not his fau... === "Madd..." Shante hollered as she stormed into his glistening study,her eyes blazing with fury. Madden looked up from his desk, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes and a sarcastic smile on his lips. "...are you fucking running mad,how dare you change my project to cartoon,you have any idea how many nights that took me?" She spat angrily. "Leave my fucking space,get the hell outta my house and I won't be able to irritate you again." He spoke nonchalantly. Shante's anger boiled over, her palms slapping against his desk. "You can ask well bring it on, cause I'm not leaving even if it's burning to ashes..." *** In the twisted game of cat and mouse, they're both predator and prey. Each move calculated,each kiss a gamble. But as the stakes grew higher,they realize that the greatest danger isn't the secret they kept,but the love they couldn't deny.

And then the door creaked open. Startled, Mack’s eyes flew open, and his heart nearly stopped when he turned around. Standing in the doorway, completely unapologetic—and completely naked—was Fred. "Mind if I join you?" Fred’s voice was low, teasing, yet undeniably commanding. Mack’s face flushed scarlet, his hands instinctively pulling up to shield himself. "What the hell are you doing?" he stammered, his voice cracking. Fred stepped into the room with a languid grace, the steam curling around him as if it were drawn to his presence. His dark eyes locked onto Mack’s, a mischievous glint playing in their depths. "You didn’t lock the door," Fred replied, his tone shameless as he stepped closer. "That doesn't give you the right to enter," Mack argued. "Calm down, Mack. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” "Y-you haven’t!” Mack’s voice pitched higher, but his protests were drowned by the heat creeping up his neck and the rapid pounding of his heart. Fred moved closer to him, his proximity intoxicating. Mack’s breath hitched as Fred reached out, his fingers grazing his shoulder before trailing along his arm. "Relax," Fred murmured, his voice smooth as silk. "You’re wound up too tight." Mack’s body betrayed him when he felt his touch. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Fred. Fred’s gaze softened for a brief moment, his smirk fading into something more intimate. “Do I make you nervous, Mack?” Mack’s lips parted, but no words came out. He couldn’t answer, couldn’t think—not when Fred leaned closer, his breath warm against Mack’s flushed skin. "What are you doing, Fred? I-I am your teacher. At least, have some res..." Fred silenced him with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Mack's wet body and moved his hands to his naked butts, pressing them softly as he could, his desires almost coming to the surface. He broke their kiss and with a teasing smile on Fred's face, he said "Well, see who can't resist my touch." Mack became embarrassed and playfully hit his shoulder as he tried to hide his face. . . . . [The picture was taken from Pinterest. If you're the owner and you would like to take it down, kindly contact me on IG: novar_ei. Thank you.]

It wasn't on purpose. When Maria stole a peculiar book from one of her classmates, she thought nothing of it since her classmate didn't seem too fond of reading; Maria thought she could get away with it, however, she never expected the book to hold such secrets. Working as a barista in the city of Quezon, Maria discovers that not only was the book she had once read predicting the end of the world, but her old pocket watch was the key to figuring out its secrets. Before she knew it, chaos started to unfold, claiming the lives of thousands as deadly games began to appear all over the world, forcing humans to become players to survive. Maria never imagined that an old book series could lead to such catastrophes. Can a book with hundreds of pages stacked together— really be the sole reason for the end of humanity? Left with no other choice, Maria uses her knowledge from the books to navigate through the looming perils before her. With the desire to meet the beings that heralded the world's end and uncover the mysteries shrouding her books, Maria strove to survive and adapt to her new reality, even if it meant being tangled between life and death. In a world brimming with tales, akin to the multitude of stars gleaming in the nocturnal skies or the depths of the vast ocean yet to be explored, the story of searching for one's ending begins... * * * TL;DR: What to expect: -Slow Paced Story -Character Development  -A Fantasy, Post-Apocalyptic World -Mysteries! -Diverse Characters  -Family Conflict and Comradeship  -Sub-Plot Romance between Two Women -3.4k-3.8k Word Count per Chapter -Mistakes in grammar or prose since English is not my Native Language What NOT to expect: -Overpowered MC -Reverse Harem -LitRPG * * * Before reading this story, please note that this story will not be a short one. This story is inspired by many unlimited-flow Chinese novels I often read, Alice in Borderland, and my childhood favorite cartoon show, Adventure Time. Although this is my first time writing a story and may be an amateur, there would also be some terrible grammar, prose, and repetition of words since English is not my native language, I still hope that some of you will be able to enjoy reading this story I created during quarantine.  This story may also be slow in terms of updating, but I'll try my best to upload frequently or find a schedule to upload the chapters. I accept any form of criticism, tips, and advice!

In a world teetering on the edge of darkness, "R.I.F.T" is the doorway to humanity's deepest, most twisted shadows. Shine, a young man haunted by a brutal past and fragmented memories, awakens in an abandoned research facility where death lingers in every shadow. Alongside other survivors, he becomes entangled in a merciless game of survival, facing grotesque creatures born from the monstrous "R.I.F.T Experiment." But the nightmare runs deeper than it seems. With each unveiled secret, Shine discovers that this isn't just a scientific accident. The true nature of the experiment—and his connection to it—defies comprehension. As he fights against unseen puppet masters pulling strings from the shadows, Shine must confront not only monsters but also the dark corners of his own psyche—his fears, guilt, and betrayal from those he trusted. "R.I.F.T" is more than a survival story; it is a harrowing descent into the human psyche, where hope is suffocated by horror, and the line between human and monster blurs. As the world tears apart at the seams, can Shine piece himself together and find a way out, or will he be consumed by the abyss?

"What...Just Happened?" He was flabbergasted as he was suddenly saved. "I just saved you and as your savior I demand a reward!" The girl with pale blue hair and golden eyes spoke with a certain arrogance. "Huh-" "Come with me! You are the final puzzle piece." And before he could ask more, more people appeared and he had to sigh. 'Its a game right? Or was I reincarnated?' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- In the enchanting realm of the Chimerical World System, a virtual wonderland with infinite possibilities, millions of players have embarked on their quests for glory. Saad enters the game as Kael Emberflame, under some unusual circumstances. However, what initially appears to be a vibrant adventure soon takes a curious turn. Does Kael hold the key to Saad's ultimate success, or is it a doorway to something much bigger than what he originally thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------ This story is purely fictional.

Araon is a quiet, introspective child navigating the challenges of elementary school. Often lost in his thoughts and feelings of isolation, he struggles to connect with his classmates during his journey from kindergarten to higher grades. While his parents are at work, he immerses himself in Pokémon cartoons and games, sparking his imagination and creating a vibrant world filled with imaginary Pokémon friends. One day, after a long day at school, Araon drifts into a deep sleep and awakens in a fantastical Pokémon realm. In this dream world, he embarks on an extraordinary adventure to become a Pokémon Trainer. Along the way, he encounters unique Pokémon, faces thrilling challenges, and discovers the true meaning of friendship and bravery. This journey not only promises to change his life forever but also reveals the magic and wonder hidden within his own imagination.

Emma Lancaster never imagined that a rainy afternoon at an estate sale would change her life forever. When she discovers an antique desk with intricate carvings and a cryptic note tucked inside, she unwittingly opens a doorway to an impossible connection. The note claims the desk is a bridge between times, allowing letters to traverse decades. Skeptical yet intrigued, Emma writes back—and receives a response from Adrian, a man living in the year 2147. Adrian is a scientist navigating a future world of towering cities, advanced technology, and haunting loneliness. Bound by curiosity and an undeniable spark, the two begin exchanging letters, sharing their lives, dreams, and fears. But as their bond deepens, so do the stakes. Secrets about the desk's origins and Adrian's time emerge, and Emma discovers a shocking truth about her role in their connection. With time itself standing between them, Emma and Adrian must confront the question: can love transcend the boundaries of the past and the future, or are they destined to remain worlds apart? Heartfelt and thought-provoking, A Love Written in Time is a tale of love, fate, and the unbreakable thread that binds souls across the ages.

It all started with a stolen kiss on their first encounter. [Warning: Mature content *NO rape and NO major misunderstanding!] Status: COMPLETED ****** “Miss Lana Huang… Expect a notice of harassment on your doorway soon…” That was what Lana got for kissing a stranger to save herself from an unwanted arranged marriage. “As far as I remember, you kissed me back fiercely and even dominated the entire kiss. You clearly had enjoyed your moment with me, so please don’t make it sound like I took undue advantage of you! And I told you, I’m ready to compensate you!” “And how do you plan to do that, huh?” Liam stepped closer, trying to intimidate the proud woman who did not even bat an eyelid under his suffocating pressure. Lana stepped backwards a few steps, raised her hand and growled, “Stop right there Attorney Sy if you don’t wanna taste the pain of getting kicked on your balls after getting kissed!” ***** Meet Lana Huang, a proud woman who climbed the ladder of success in her career. A lawyer and a bold woman, exceptionally beautiful to make men dream and drool for her. Love was the last thing on her schedule because she was a man hater… But fate wanted to play a trick on her as she unintentionally kissed Liam Sy, a wealthy, powerful and arrogant man. A lawyer by profession, fame and success followed wherever he went. A fierce attorney who won every case he put his hands on. Pride ran in his blood and love was not on his agenda because he was a woman hater... What would happen when these two... handsome and beautiful, proud and stubborn, woman-hater and man-hater... come together and get involved into a marriage? Welcome to a whirlwind of romance between these two - a roller coaster ride of love when it got mixed up with pride, jealousy, stubbornness and hate… Face slapping? Why not!  Surely you would love to follow their journey where both took the risk of falling in love… A journey of hate turning into love... ================ Author's Note: Hope you enjoy reading this ORIGINAL novel of mine. This is absolutely a happy ending. Many thanks in advance for your support. With Lots of Love, EUSTOMA_reyna Other Books: The CEO Who Hates Me (completed) The General Who Hates Me (completed) The Doctor Who Loves Me (completed) Kiss Me Not (in writing) The Untamed: Game of Hearts The Crown's Entrapment contact me at: Discord Link: https://discord.gg/PNGkTUy twitter: @EUSTOMA_reyna instagram: eustoma_reyna Facebook Page: @eustoma.reyna

based on the movie “ free guy “ just watch the movie . where a extra character becomes sentient . and must now protect the mc . with connection to the camera man with god like abilities . ( notice : some of these characters are depicted without a face . They have a head but not a face like a mannequin . You’ve seen faceless side characters before if you watch a cartoon , manga or anime ) the novel is set in an anime . requirement goal for next chapter : -1 review -1 collection

Kaelon Blackthorn, a man crushed by poverty and ridicule, is handed an ancient key by a mysterious old man, who claims it unlocks a doorway to another world. Drunk and hopeless, Kaelon uses the key by accident and wakes up in the world of Thalindor. In this new world, Kaelon must learn to wield magic, protect himself and fight enemies who seeks the key for their own purposes. Will he become Thalindor's savior from evil people or will he let the key and the power it gives corrupts him?

In the vast multiverse, a legendary being named Sahil Patel stands at the pinnacle of existence. His status transcends the boundaries of mere mortals, as he possesses unimaginable power and a plethora of talents that defy comprehension. Sahil is not bound by conventional limitations; he is a master of reality itself, equipped with a system that grants him the ability to edit anything according to his desires. Upon the moment of his birth and integration with the system, Sahil and his boundless capabilities become intertwined, forging a connection that ensures their lives are inseparable. The system, sworn to never harm its master in any way—physically, mentally, or otherwise—exists solely to aid Sahil in his adventurous journey through life. Sahil Patel's attributes are beyond quantification, with levels exceeding 999 in every conceivable category. His eyes possess unparalleled vision, including the Eye of Heaven, All-Seeing Eyes, Eye of Technology, Eye of True Vision, Eye of Insight, Pupil of Time and Space Nirvana, Omniscient Eye, and more. As for his class, occupation, and talents, Sahil boasts an extensive array of SSSSS+ level abilities, including Endless Extraction, Multiverse Extraction, Dream Maker, 100% Drop Rate, Elemental Control, Game Clone, Permanent Buff, Illusion, Monster Merging, and countless others. These talents are locked, waiting to be unlocked at Sahil's whim, offering a vast array of possibilities for his journey. His bloodline remains shrouded in mystery, and his mana/Qi is limitless. Sahil possesses an innate Dao Body, a Gamer Body, a God Emperor Glazed Body, and various other divine physiques that make him an immortal force to be reckoned with. Sahil's Dao is an Ultra-Ancient Supreme God-Level Dao, and his aura is that of the Lord of Aura, complemented by the Banished Immortal Aura emanating from the Ultimate Star. Halo-wise, he is the Lord of Halo, while his charm level stands at an astonishing 999+. Titles such as Undeniable Charm adorn Sahil's legendary persona, and his magical prowess is infinite. His skills include Instant Mastery*100 million, Magic Barrier, Soul Detection, Calm Aura, Absolute Control, and many more. Martial arts and soul weapons are in abundance, with an infinite variety at his disposal. The powers and abilities bestowed upon Sahil include the reality-editing prowess of the Reality Editor, the vast knowledge of the Digital Library of Heaven Path + Ai, and the omnipotent skill of All-Creation. His inventory consists of enigmatic items such as the All-Rounded Void Camera, King Treasure, and Quantum Smart Phone. Sahil's personal shop transcends imagination, containing everything from movies, TV series, novels, games, comics, cartoons, anime, and more. He even possesses a Minecraft world with creative and survival modes, a world-travel ability, and a pocket world under his absolute control. In summary, Sahil Patel, the Perfect Embodiment with Meta Probability Manipulation, stands as an unrivaled force in the cosmos, wielding the power to shape reality itself and embark on an adventure beyond the limits of imagination. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- AN OVERPOWERED CHARACTER THT YOU CAN WISH

Ethan, a college student struggling to make ends meet. He found solace in the familiar routines of campus life, but beneath the surface, a restless energy simmered within him, a yearning for something more. He felt a tug towards the hidden corners of the city, the places where shadows danced and secrets whispered in the wind. One night, drawn by an inexplicable urge, he found himself venturing into a dimly lit alleyway, a place most people avoided. It was there, amid the dim lights and silence that clung to the air like a shroud, that he stumbled upon a gruesome discovery. A murder. As Ethan approached, a chill ran down his spine. The victim’s eyes, wide with terror even in death, stared back at him, their gaze filled with a spectral intensity. This was no ordinary murder. This was a doorway into a world Ethan never knew existed, a world where shadows held power and the dead could whisper their secrets.

The heavy rain pounded against the windows, a relentless reminder of the storm raging outside. Inside, Elena stood at the edge of the living room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if the cold could keep the memories away. She had heard the knock at the door, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she could. “Elena.” The sound of her name broke through her thoughts, soft but insistent. She turned, and there he was—Liam, standing in the doorway, drenched from the downpour. His eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn’t name, and his lips parted like he had so much to say but didn’t know where to start. “I didn’t think you’d show up,” Elena said quietly, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. She didn’t want him here. Not now, not after everything. Liam took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to. I couldn’t leave things like this between us.” The words stung more than they should have, but she held her ground. “Things ended between us, Liam. You made sure of that.” He flinched, as if the words were a slap. “I know I did,” he said, his voice tight. “I was stupid. I pushed you away when I should’ve fought for you. And I... I didn’t trust you when you needed me to.” Elena’s heart twisted at the raw sincerity in his voice, but she couldn’t let him in that easily. “Why now, after all this time? After everything that’s happened?” “I don’t have an answer for that,” he admitted. “All I know is that I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you. I never stopped caring.” The silence between them was thick, a chasm neither of them knew how to cross. The world outside continued to rage, but in that moment, it was just the two of them. Elena’s pulse raced, her mind torn between wanting to believe him and fearing the hurt that would come if she let him back in. “I don’t know if I can trust you again, Liam,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. He stepped closer, reaching out like he was about to touch her but hesitated. “Then give me a chance to prove I’m worth trusting.” Elena’s breath caught, her chest tightening as something inside her wavered. For a moment, she could almost believe him. But the scars ran too deep. “I need time,” she said, finally looking away. “I need time to figure out if I can even forgive you.” Liam stood still, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” And for the first time in a long time, Elena wondered if maybe—just maybe—she could let the past go and start again.

Bronze WINNER of WPC#322: Male Lead: Zombie Invasion Takemi Kazuichi might very well be the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. He was an orphan, and he was severely bullied in school. Because of that, he became a hikikomori, a shut-in. When he turned sixteen, he was adopted by a rich couple who loved him as if he was their own son. Unfortunately, they died in a plane crash, and Kazuichi never overcame his bad habits of being a shut-in, largely because of his preying relatives. Fast forward to four years later, Takemi Kazuichi still stayed in the house left by his late parents. He never bothered going to work or going out to socialize with people. For the lack of a better term, he was a rich hikikomori. He never even bothered to check the news or log in on any social media. All he did was live his life in solitude, devoid of any human interaction. One day, as he came out of the shower, he heard a strange thumping sound by the doorway. "That's weird, I didn't order any delivery today." He told himself before absent-mindedly opening the door. And what stared back didn't resemble a human at all. It was a zombie— or so that's what the first thing that came into Kazuichi's mind. Unbeknownst to him, the world had drastically changed, and he was the last one to know.