Open Arms Lirik

Jean wakes up in a grass field, surrounded by strangers with no memory of how he got there. On the distant horizon stands a black door. Beyond it lies a dark corridor—the entrance to a dungeon. And what’s past the dungeon? Another field with another door. With each step forward, the world grows stranger. Monsters lurk in the shadows, deadly traps wait to claim the weak, and the cycle never seems to end. Jean has two choices: push through or die like the rest. But what if forward only leads to more doors?

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

In a world where you have the power of what defines you, Caspian Sinclair's power is rather...unorthodox. The adopted child of Andrew Grayson and genius violinist has a deadly disease which is slowly killing him, making him fall asleep constantly. He now has the power over dreams, a power outlawed hundreds of years ago. He now walks the path of The Devourer of Dreams, making what seemed impossible, possible. He now has the choice, to save his true family and betray the ones who accepted him with open arms, or side with his new family, at the cost of his loved ones life. This is the story of The Seven Faces ***Available on Royal Road at https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/114963/the-seven-faces

In the 27th century, humanity achieves the impossible—light-speed travel. As the stars open their arms to explorers, they reveal a universe teeming with breathtaking wonders and alien lifeforms. Among these are the Celestials, extraordinary creatures of immense power, each attuned to unique cosmic energies. These beings possess the ability to forge symbiotic bonds with humans, granting unparalleled strength, adaptability, and even the power to manipulate the very fabric of the universe. Young pilot Kael Varyn dreams of joining the elite Starlight Vanguard, a group of bonded warriors, called aetherkin, tasked with protecting humanity's colonies and unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos. When Kael discovers an injured Celestial during a routine mission, he forms an unprecedented connection with the creature, a bond unlike any seen before. But this bond draws the attention of a shadowy faction, people who seek to exploit Celestials for their own dark ambitions. As Kael and his newfound partner grow stronger, they uncover a startling truth, humanity’s expansion into the stars has awakened ancient forces, and the fate of both humans and celestials hangs in the balance. With time running out, Kael must navigate an interstellar conflict, protect his bond, and prove that unity between species is the key to survival in a universe teetering on the brink of war.

The Skytear Prophecy He fell from the heavens, broken and bandaged… yet marked by fate. When a nameless orphan dies in the modern world, fate tears open the veil of reality and throws him into a realm of soul-bound warriors, mana-scarred battlefields, and kingdoms still bleeding from a demonic war. Chosen by an ancient prophecy, the boy awakens in the arms of a lonely Empress—believed to be a divine child, marked by a glowing symbol and golden blood. But he is no savior. Not yet. In a world where power is measured by the number of mana circles around one’s heart, he begins with only one… yet that single circle radiates strength equal to four. Hated by nobles. Loved by the broken. He must rise—master his Soul Armor, survive the trials of the Celestial Academy, and stand when divine armies fall. Because when the demons return… Only the Skytear can stop the end.

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

Xiao Jinghuai's home has a little thing, soft and adorable, lively and mischievous. Rather than calling her a wife, it would be better to say it's like having another daughter. Some people say: "Young Master Xiao pampers his wife to the point where she only needs to open her mouth to be fed, she's almost become useless!" "Whoever says that, throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!" Another person says: "Young Master Xiao's wife really doesn’t look that great, nowhere near as beautiful as so-and-so!" "Whoever says that, gouge out their eyes to feed the dogs!" Yet another says: "Young Master Xiao spoils his wife excessively, he has become a tyrant of his generation!" "Who says so?" Turning around, just to see the girl's bright and charming little face, "I said it! So what do you want?" He pulled her into his arms, didn't want anything, just wanted her to be his little princess... (Even in this world full of charms, I only have eyes for you.)

A youth who obtained a life simulator, with the help of the simulator, began his journey as a mundane martial artist and reached the pinnacle, explored immortality, pursued godliness, opening up a path for all beings, and finally became a founder of the Great Tao.【Fifty in the Great Tao, Forty-Nine Heavenly Paths, one escapes! Therefore, all things in the world have a thread of life!】 At sixteen: You broke through to a Ninth-grade Martial Artist, thus deterring all ill-intentioned enemies. At two hundred: You shattered the confines of heaven and earth, unlocked your Divine Hidden body, and certified the Path of Human Immortal. At three hundred: You comprehended the natural world, and certified the Heavenly Immortal Way. At seven hundred and eighty-six: You validated Immortal Path five times, ascended to heaven in one step, and certified the position of Dao Monarch. ... After countless simulations,【You paved the Immortal Path for all beings and were revered as the founder of the Great Tao.】

Looking at the survivors, their faces the picture of despair, surrounded by zombies at the foot of the towering walls, Tang Ye stretched his arms wide and shouted: "Welcome to paradise!"

*I just wanted to run a café... not fight monsters in dungeons...* An office worker quits her job and opens a café, but things take an unexpected turn when there turns out to be a dungeon underneath it! Or when she awakens. Or somehow survives an S-rank dungeon. Despite awakening, she's still set on opening her café and running it peacefully. But why does she keep getting dragged into these tragedies?! And why are the S-rankers suddenly so interested in her?!

In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures. But the empire watches too. When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen. “In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home. It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.

Melanie Collins adalah istri yang sempurna—penyayang, kuat, dan dapat diandalkan. Selama beberapa tahun terakhir, dia telah mengelola keluarga dan bisnis suaminya yang berantakan sendirian sambil menunggu suaminya kembali dari belajar di luar negeri. Tetapi ketika akhirnya dia kembali, dunia Melanie hancur—dia tidak sendirian. Bersamanya adalah 'teman' terbaiknya. Patah hati dan bingung dengan perubahan pada suaminya, Melanie tidak tahu harus berpaling ke mana. Dan kemudian dia tersandung pada kenyataan yang lebih dingin. Semua yang dia percayai adalah kebohongan. Memendam kemarahan dan penghinaan, saat dia mencoba menerima pengkhianatan itu, seorang yang tak terduga muncul dalam gambar, berniat menggoda dan menaklukkannya. Masalahnya? Pria itu adalah mantan iparnya... Dan melawan penilaian yang lebih baik, dia tertarik pada anak nakal ini... Tetapi saat Melanie mencoba memahami perubahan tersebut, dia menemukan bahwa ada lebih banyak yang terjadi daripada yang pernah dia bayangkan. Apakah kedua bersaudara itu benar-benar jatuh cinta padanya? Atau apakah dia hanya pion dalam permainan yang lebih besar? Sejak dia sudah bersandar pada meja, dia langsung meluncur ke atasnya, dan dengan satu gerakan cepat, dia mengaitkan sepatu botnya di kaki kursinya dan menariknya—menariknya—lebih dekat. Gerakan mendadak itu membuatnya sedikit tersentak, dan ketika dia melihat ke atas atau lebih tepatnya ketika dia melihat ke depan, dia mendapati dirinya menatap langsung pada resleting celana jeansnya... Dia melihat ke atas kemudian dan menatap matanya. Dia menangkap dagunya, "Apakah kamu ingin memeriksa apakah aku hanya berpura-pura, melon manis?" Melanie menegang. Dan kemudian mendorong kembali kursinya tiba-tiba, sehingga Adam hampir kehilangan keseimbangan, saat dia berdiri. Sebelum dia bisa menyeimbangkan dirinya, dia meletakkan tangannya di bahunya, jarinya menyentuh lehernya. Adam menegang, matanya bersinar saat dia menunggu untuk melihat apa yang akan dia lakukan selanjutnya. Dan dia, tentu saja, mengejutkannya ketika tangan lainnya perlahan bercokol di bagian dalam pahanya. Dan kemudian, tangan di bahunya mulai bergerak. Jarinya menelusuri sisi lehernya sebelum terangkat saat dia melirik ke sudut mulutnya. Sedikit potongan logam berkilauan di sana. Dia menyentilnya dengan lembut, nyaris tidak menyentuh, tetapi Adam bisa merasakan panas di seluruh tubuhnya, saat dia mendekat, bibirnya nyaris beberapa sentimeter jauhnya... sehingga mereka berdua bisa merasakan napas satu sama lain… Dia tersenyum perlahan kemudian. "Hati-hati, Adam," dia berbisik, suaranya bermain-main, tetapi membawa tepi tantangan yang tak salah lagi. "Teruskan, dan aku mungkin akan menantangmu."

Jack Wilson wasn’t planning to doom the city. He just wanted to make rent and maybe buy a better hoodie. Then he opened a cursed file labeled “DO NOT OPEN (Lethality Rating: 9/10)”—because what’s life without a little fun? One explosion, a glowing hand tattoo, and a ramen-scented dumpster dive later, Jack is now the host of something ancient, powerful, and probably homicidal. Now everyone wants him dead: secret guilds, rogue mages, even a talking pigeon with a grudge. Too bad Jack’s having the time of his life. Armed with sarcasm, unstable spirit energy, and zero impulse control, Jack is about to turn the magical underworld upside down.

After dying in a plane crash, world-renowned pastry chef Capri wakes up in the frail body of a sickly orphan named Avril on a forgotten low-class planet—alone, broke, and burning with fever. In this cold interstellar future, food is seen only as survival fuel. Flavor? Pointless. Desserts? Extinct. Armed with nothing but his memories, stubbornness, and sugar-loving pride, Capri refuses to surrender. With a cranky orange cat by his side and barely enough starcoins to survive, he begins his journey to revive the joy of taste—and dreams of opening the first dessert shop in the Galactic Empire. As the scent of sweetness begins to spread across the stars, a mysterious high-ranking commander starts taking notice... watching Capri from afar with unreadable eyes.

Kanai Akane was a 25 years old employed lady, she had no regrets nor worries, she was loved by many, and lived her life to the fullest making manga as her side job along side her boyfriend. Her life is what you would call to be a perfectly peaceful life. She was contented for all the blessings she had receive. But after an accident her perfect life ended just like that. But as lucky as she can get, she had once more opened her eyes to the world. However, something was strange, short chubby arms and legs? soft and fluffy blond hair? frilly dresses? a child? moreover a princess?! not just any princess but the first princess?!

Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits. Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way. Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury. Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price. As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying. In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!

Maya thought she had buried the past. Rafael disappeared five years ago, leaving her pregnant and alone. She raised Leo herself, through every fever, every first word, every night he asked where “Daddy” was. Then one glance in the park changes everything. Rafael returns—not for Maya, not even to make peace—but to confess something that shakes the ground beneath her: Leo might not be his son. As letters from Maya’s late sister begin to resurface, secrets buried deep threaten to unravel everything Maya built. And when Jason—the man Maya swore never to see again—sends a message, the truth turns into a weapon. Now two men claim a right to the child. But only one holds the truth. In a story of betrayal, forgiveness, and the love that survives the wreckage, Maya must choose between rewriting the past—or protecting her future. Because sometimes, love isn’t how far your arms can reach. It’s how much you're willing to lose to hold on. ---

Find the lost key to open the dream box

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?

Haru, a middle aged man who is living a simple life suddenly dreamed of a girl. Desperate to find her and ask her name, He embarked on a journey to be with her. Will he succeed on his mission?

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

When you commit a crime you are punished by a king. But what if king commits a crime. Then he is cursed. A young historian Riya researches one such cursed king. She is joined by Vikram a realtor. They both are faulted hence become friends. As they fall in love a doom works hard to seperate them. Can they rewrite their destiny. In my Devil's Arms

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.

After waking up impaled on a battlefield with someone else’s memories flooding his mind, a man realizes he's been transported into a new body—and a new world—where survival is anything but guaranteed.

"You make me mad, get on my nerves and what not, by your those chaotic antics, what are you, 5? Keeping on jumping around the whole company like a monkey." Tan said and huffed angrily. "Who are you calling a monkey? Huh!! What do you think you are, huh? Why should I stop my actions? Atleast my actions bring a smile on people's faces and look at yourself, always shouting and scaring everyone." Jennifer too, huffed angrily and left her boss' cabin stomping her feet. Tan, a man with bossy attitude, who always focuses on what will happen in future VS Jennifer, a carefree girl, who loves to live every second of her life happily. A story of a chaotic girl and a cold hearted man, whom everyone feared. What will happen when these two completely different worlds collide. Will it cause an Earthquake or will it result into a beautiful story. Not what we see is always true, not everyone who we think is happy is actually happy, not every rich person has everything that a person needs to be alive. "N-no, you can't leave me! Keep your eyes open, Tan! For god's sake, keep your eyes open." Jennifer cried holding Tan in her arms. "F-First s-say you love me." Tan said with a shaking voice. "I l-love you, please be with me, you have to breath, for me. I promise, I'll never leave you again. Please, I beg you." Will this story have a "they lived happily ever after." Ending OR a "not every story have a happy ending." Ending Read to know.

Riku Arata was your average overworked high school student—until he died in a tragic convenience store accident involving a truck and limited-edition Pocky. He wakes up in a new world as Richter von Eldegrast, a demon prince fated to be the final boss in an epic fantasy tale. The problem? He has zero interest in world domination, magical duels, or evil plots. His dream now? To open a cozy café and serve the perfect cappuccino. But escaping fate isn’t so easy. The elite magic academy thinks he’s plotting something dark. The Hero is his classmate and wants answers. His demon butler keeps handing him assassination plans. And the princess he’s destined to betray? She’s… oddly supportive? Armed with coffee beans, charm, and a refusal to be evil, Richter sets out to brew peace one cup at a time. But when fate keeps trying to drag him back into the villain role, can he still protect the café life he’s brewing?

Living for over two decades and having no man, Jayden's parents became worried for her and decided to take matters into their own hands, arranging a marriage for her without her consent. But guess what? Jayden is not having this at all; she resisted with all her might, especially since she believed arranged marriage was now a thing of the past. Moreover, she didn’t believe she was ready to ride another boat of love. Will this prejudice allow her to see the good qualities of her man? Will she be able to get over her past and start again? Is she even capable of falling in love all over again?

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country. During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?"