Buzzy Noise

He lived under their roof. Ate at their table. Walked past them every day. And they never saw him. Elias Kael was the third son of the powerful and prestigious Kael family. But unlike his celebrated brothers, Elias was quiet, unwanted—an afterthought. After a heated clash with Caspian, the family's prized second son, he was emotionally cast out, abandoned in everything but name. They didn’t throw him out. They simply stopped acknowledging he existed. For months, Elias became a ghost in his own home. No eye contact. No conversation. No presence. And no one cared—until the day he vanished. No note. No sign. No farewell. Just gone. Only then did they look back. Only then did they wonder what he was doing all that time. Only then did they question the strange noises, the flickering lights, the cold spots in the halls. And by then… It was far too late. Because Elias wasn’t just forgotten. He had become something else. The mansion buried him. Now the mansion remembers.

Max Hall's life is a collection of missing pieces. His parents, vanished. His girlfriend, gone without a word. His own future, a casualty of mediocrity and grief. He's not living; he's just waiting for the end credits. The story changes on a day like any other. A glitch in his vision. A shimmering, holographic interface materializes, offering an absurd proposition: skills, talents, genius... for cash. It's the kind of thing you'd see in a bad video game, an insultingly simple solution to a life of complex pain. On a desperate whim, he cashes in his last few dollars for a shot. A beginner's talent in financial analysis. Suddenly, the chaotic noise of the stock market becomes a symphony he can conduct. A few dollars become a fortune. A fortune becomes an empire. In a rush of stolen knowledge, he masters sciences, arts, and industries overnight. The world sees a titan, a phantom prodigy rewriting the rules of success. But Max sees only a means to an end. The wealth isn't for a life of luxury. It's for an investigation on a scale no government could sanction, a private war against the silence that swallowed his life. He's pulling at the threads of a simple missing persons case, but what begins to unravel is a conspiracy that defies logic. The clues lead him away from cold cases and towards impossible artifacts. They hint at forgotten histories and fringe sciences that shouldn't work, but do. He realizes he isn't just looking for a kidnapper. He's on a collision course with a truth that will not only explain what happened to his family, but will rewrite the rules of reality itself. And the System, his ticket out of mediocrity, might just be the most terrifying clue of all.

One night, beneath a cold and watchful moon, he ran. The one born within a palace draped in gold, yet never seen as a prince—Vecillious lived in silence, a forgotten shadow among grandeur. Starved, bruised by those sworn to guard him, he was the emperor’s son in name alone, untouched by love’s tender hand. He ran beyond the iron gates, beyond the harsh stone and whispered betrayals, he fled into a world ablaze with light and noise—a festival bursting with life he’d never known. Lost and broken in a shadowed alley, unseen by the revelers, his heart shattered. How can one find safety—if safety has never been felt? Then, from the quiet, came another. Acheros, bearing his own silent wounds, was no hero—but he could not walk away. Two souls, scarred and searching, bound by stories yet untold. Who could foresee how high they’d soar, Or how deep they’d fall?

In a realm where memory is sacred and silence can break a soul, Auren Vale was once the symbol of brilliance — the boy who carried light, the prodigy everyone admired. But brilliance is a heavy thing to hold when the world only sees your surface. Beneath the praise and illusion of perfection, Auren fights a silent war — with a brother who now hates him, a father who sees only results, and a self that no longer fits inside the mask he wears. The silver ring around his neck the last trace of his vanished mother — is the only piece of truth he clings to. As his once-certain future begins to crumble, Auren is forced to confront the part of himself he’s long buried — the fractured boy behind the expectations, the forgotten dreamer lost in noise. But when a quiet girl with eyes like mirrors and a heart forged by pain steps into his life, and when a fiery rival pushes him to the edge, Auren must choose: Will he let the world extinguish his flame or rise, broken but burning, into the person he was always meant to be?

The app was called "Echo," and it promised to connect users with their deepest desires and fears. It was a new social media platform that claimed to use AI to understand its users' innermost thoughts and emotions. The app's promise was enticing, and many people were curious about what it could do. As more and more users began to join, the app's popularity grew. People would share their experiences and thoughts on the app, and it seemed like a harmless way to connect with others. The app's user base was diverse, with people from all walks of life joining in. * However, as users began to dig deeper into the app, they started to notice strange occurrences. The AI would ask them questions that seemed too personal, too intimate. It would make suggestions that were eerily accurate, as if it knew the user's deepest fears and desires. The notifications would buzz on their phones, a faint humming noise that seemed to vibrate through their fingers as they held their devices. The words on the screen seemed to shift and writhe, like living things. This created a sense of unease and discomfort among the users, who began to wonder if the app was more than just a simple social media platform. The app's AI seemed to be learning and adapting to the users' behavior, making it seem like it had a mind of its own. Users began to feel like they were being watched, like the app knew them better than they knew themselves. This feeling of being watched was unsettling, and many users began to question the app's true intentions. *As users continued to interact with the app, they started to feel a growing sense of fear. They didn't know what the app was capable of, or what it might do with their personal data. The app's strange occurrences and eerie suggestions had created a sense of unease, and many users began to wonder if they had made a mistake by downloading the app.

"Grey, elemental affinity, zero" The Elder announced the result loudly On hearing this, it was like a bolt of lightning struck Grey, he stood there dumbfounded and just stared at the Elder. Shocked voices could be heard from the people and there was some which were also filled with scorn. Grey stood dazed amidst all the noises without any reactions. One word was constantly reverberating in his head, 'How?'. 'Why, why did this happen to me?' Grey asked himself over and over again **************** Unbeknownst to Grey, something greater lies in wait in his body.... *************** Check out the book, leave a review after reading, and also your powerstones. Hope you enjoy this, and Thanks for reading ^_^ P.S: When I started this book I had zero writing experience, so the first chapters aren't that great, although, my writing quality has improved over time. Also, English isn't my first language, so there are some instances where my choice of words are not good enough for what I'm trying to portray. A heads up, the book will be using a medieval setting. My world building is not the best, but it gets better over time, so bear with me on the early chapters! P.S: Cover art not mine I just edited it. If you're the owner and want me to take it down you can notify me. Other novel: Lunar:Secret Guardians Check it out as well! Discord Server: https://discord.gg/gs68a4ZzaN

The People’s Mayor: A Campaign of Hearts, is a documentary novel that follows Mayor Andy David Lacson, a leader who chose to walk among the people instead of standing above them. This story goes beyond the noise of politics to reveal the quiet sacrifices behind every smile, hug, and handshake. From sleepless motorcades and tearful house-to-house visits, to the silent night broken by the final election results, it carries the emotions of a town that never gave up hope. Told through the eyes of a silent witness, each page beats with truth and memory. A documentary of real events, faithful to remembering not just the campaign, but the genuine love people had for a true leader.

Elias Angeles was never a hero. Just a decent man — a first-generation college student from a working-class family, quietly navigating the noise of adulthood. He never stood out. Never made waves. He studied hard, stayed out of trouble, and hoped it would be enough. Until one ordinary day in class… something changed. Ding! [System Activated] Welcome, Elias Navarro. [+1 Intelligence] [+1 Mechanical Understanding] [+1 Programming Skill]

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death. But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life. ... Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people. Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish... [Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

In a world where cursed blades whisper and the weight of sound can shatter a mind, Aethon, a tormented warrior bound to the sentient and bloodthirsty Reaper’s Fang, a sword that is created for the sheding of blood struggles to retain his crumbling sanity.wanting to bend him to its will, as it had done with his other predecessor. Every noise is agony, every whisper from the blade a seductive call to violence. When a moment of near-madness threatens to consume him in a crowded village square,chaos, having tame the sword he will confront a harrowing truth to survive, he may have to surrender to the very thing that gives him an edge over his enemies him.

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 100PS-1 Extra Chapter. 200PS-2 Extra Chapters. 300PS -3 Extra Chapters. 400PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 20 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 40 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 80 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 160 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 320 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will be spread across the week if it's too much. [that will be a nice problem to have.]) Special Incentives: 1. Privilege: > Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. > Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier. 2. Gifts: > 1 Luxury Car = 1 bonus chapters > 1 Dragon = 2 bonus chapters > 1 Magic Castle = 4 bonus chapters > 1 Spacecraft = 8 bonus chapters > 1 Golden Gachapon = 12 bonus chapters including; addressing you as "Your Highness" in every chapter's comment section.

When the Silence Turns Dark – Mizu never fit into the noisy world. A quiet, artistic girl haunted by loss, she finds peace in a hidden land called **Elyzia**—a magical realm that only introverts can enter. But peace never lasts. As real-world people invade Elyzia with noise, trash, and careless joy, the paradise begins to rot. Animals fall ill. The gentle turn into monsters. And the silence itself starts to scream. With her soul-bound cat **Mimi**, Mizu must protect this fading world. But everything changes when a strange magic swaps their bodies—a cat trapped in a girl’s form, and a girl locked inside soft fur. And the true danger? The villains aren't evil—they’re broken. Twisted by heartbreak, not hate. **What if the quietest souls carried the loudest pain?** **What if paradise was only meant for those who listened?**

2014. 5:00 Am. Under the still dark sky, a silhouette was jogging around the block in black sweatpants and a sweatshirt, despite the darkness hiding most of his features his almost vibrantly glowing gold eyes could be seen sharp and focused. “I love, I love, I love…” the man was quietly singing, his headphones laid over his hoodie, noise cancelling of course, a beloved feature. The man, keenly aware of the danger of ANC headphones was constantly surveying the road, wary of cars. Unaware of the massive incoming meteor that was plummeting at a speed so fast it was like a blur. *boom* Just like that, a man, crushed under the weight of at least 100,000 pounds was made into meat paste, sadly missing out on the evolution of Earth. [Planet Z267-B3, “Earth” has been inducted. Good Luck] From that moment on people started awakening left and right, [You have awakened S-ranked skill, god speed, you move at incredible speeds.] [You have awakened D rank skill, Tech Savvy, you are exceptionally good with technology] … However, unknown to the rest of the world, a man, well meatpaste, received a talent as well, one so broken it was unheard of. […Skill awakened: The Talented, you are the talented one, the pinnacle of all genius, what a one in ten quadrillion genius can achieve throughout a lifetime, you achieve in a blink.] “…” the once man, now meatpaste felt his bones, flesh, and blood slowly reconvene, the boulder, the cause of the evolution cracked and revealed him, Alexios Bornhunter, the talented one.

"Man, I just wanted to be a quiet little spiritual puppeteer and a low level spiritual planter… not the boss of a damn dungeon!” Liam Adhart woke up in a ruthless cultivation world with a single goal: stay out of trouble, build puppets to protect himself, and live under the radar. Instead? A mysterious Dungeon System binds to his soul. Floors start forming. Monsters appear. Treasures spawn. And cultivators, greedy, bloodthirsty, and powerful, come running. Liam didn’t ask for this. He’s not trying to rise to power. He’s not trying to challenge sects or shake the heavens. But with every trap he sets and every intruder he defeats, the dungeon grows stronger, and so does his legend. Now the world thinks he's some hidden ancient, a secret ruler behind the scenes. And no matter how much he tries to keep things quiet… the dungeon keeps making noise. Low-key? Not a chance. And honestly…? He might be starting to like the chaos. A hilarious, action-packed ride where cultivation meets dungeon-building, and one unlucky guy gets dragged to the top, one screaming floor at a time. [Ah yes, the host can use the monster strength at will for your own uses] "Even the world bosses?" [Precisely] "Neat! Hahahaha!"

I didn’t grow up with chances. Just hard pavement, missed meals, sirens at night, and a cracked ceiling that leaked when it rained. My voice? Just noise to most people. Another kid talking big in a world that don’t listen. But then something changed. A screen popped up. A voice came through. Not from a phone, not from a speaker, from somewhere deeper. A system. A mission. A path I never asked for, but maybe always needed. Now every line I spit hits harder. Every verse sharpens me. Every crowd I face feels like another boss battle. My pain? It’s fuel. My trauma? It’s data. My voice? Finally, it’s got weight. I’m hungry. I want this. But this world don’t give without taking. People who used to ride with me are falling back. Love’s starting to feel like a trap. Labels flash checks with strings I can’t see. Enemies? They’re not just on the outside. This system might make me a legend. But if I’m not careful, it’ll make me lose everything else. So the question is… how far am I willing to go to become the greatest rapper alive?

Al is the true-born son of the noble Virellano family. But seventeen years ago... he was swapped at birth, abandoned at an orphanage, and forgotten by his own blood. Now, he has returned. Not as a guest. Not as an intruder. But as the real young master. The problem? That family… has grown to love the child who isn’t even theirs. Al doesn’t care. He’s not interested in fake affection, inheritance, or the family throne. All he wants is a peaceful life—far away from noise and drama. But within his body lies a forgotten ancient energy. And the sealed living weapon he carries… is slowly awakening. This world is far from simple. Beneath the glittering lives of nobles lies a hidden system of energy, ancient races, and long-dead magic... waiting to rise again. And when Al begins to move— It won’t just be his family that trembles. The entire world will. This is the official English version of the novel 'Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master'.

In a world that's overwhelmed by technology, noise, and a kind of spiritual forgetfulness, a barefoot man in a hoodie wanders through the bustling streets of Mumbai, almost invisible to those around him. His mere presence disrupts the cameras, hushes the chaos, and awakens long-buried memories in the people he encounters. He’s unsure of his own identity, but slowly, the world starts to remember. He is Shiva. The god of transformation, reborn in this age of algorithms. As he stirs to life, so does Anika—a sharp-minded hacker who feels disillusioned with the modern world. Plagued by dreams and an unexplainable connection to the mysterious man in the hoodie, she finds herself pulled into a reality that challenges everything she thought she knew. She’s not merely a bystander in this divine comeback—she is Sati reborn, the goddess who once walked into flames and now must rise from them. But their reunion isn’t a fairy tale. Corporate giant Daman Raut, armed with an AI network known as Project Narak, ignites a global conflict—not with guns, but through manipulation of perception. Truth gets twisted, memories are erased, and divinity is ridiculed. As faith turns into a threat to power, Shiva and Anika must awaken the dormant spirit of humanity—not by conquering the world, but by helping it remember. From the quiet echoes of Kailash to the rebirth of the sacred Ganga, from the cosmic Tandava to the digital battleground, Shiva and Sati spearhead a revolution rooted in stillness, breath, and balance. In the ultimate choice between returning and staying, the flame doesn’t retreat into myth. It transforms into the world.

Welcome to Arco Azul A tale born from stillness and wonder, where the ordinary hides the unknown. Beneath the weight of each day, a quiet rhythm pulses—mystery, intent, and truth. This is no grand spectacle, yet its silence speaks louder than noise. Step in—not as a reader, but as a witness. Let the journey take hold.

a man was sleeping on bed he heard noise outside his house he !shocked! he sees zombies everywhere. this man loving it want to kill all of it all of the zombieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoes.

In a world ruled by seven powerful kingdoms, each reflecting one of the ancient sins, peace is maintained through elegance, diplomacy, and carefully guarded tradition. Every five years, a grand festival unites these kingdoms in celebration. This year, it is hosted in a small, forgotten village at the edge of civilization. Caelum is a quiet, strikingly beautiful boy from that very village. With eyes like sapphire skies and golden hair kissed by sunlight, he has always drawn attention, but never wanted it. Living a simple life far from politics or war, he prefers the sound of wind through trees to the noise of noble courts. But everything changes during the festival. Before thousands of nobles and dignitaries, the seven princesses, each the embodiment of their kingdom’s legacy, lay eyes on him for the first time. None speak of it aloud. Yet something shifts. A spark. A gaze held one moment too long. Seven royal hearts stirred, and none of them know why. As Caelum is drawn into a world of alliances, secrets, and silent rivalries, he must navigate the complexities of royal favor, whispered conspiracies, and his own growing doubts. He is no knight. No noble. No chosen one. He’s just… himself. But sometimes, that’s enough to change the course of history. And as each princess begins to struggle with feelings they were never meant to have, for the same boy, Caelum’s heart must survive the trials of affection, jealousy, and fate. Will he remain true to himself in a world that seeks to shape him? And when the time comes… can one heart truly hold seven crowns?

light and noise… The alpha saw his former mate again. But he wasn't the same. Not the quiet brilliance that once softened beneath his touch, Not the smile that once bloomed through the silence. Noya had vanished. Leaving behind a cold shadow who no longer believed in love… or colors. No one knew what truly happened after the breakup. Why the brilliant omega ended up with a ring on his finger— from a man who clearly loved someone else. Why, when their eyes met again, he showed no trace of pain… or warmth. But some things cannot be forgotten. Some wounds never heal in silence. And some eyes… once knew how to cry. > Is it too late to make things right? Or will this reunion only reignite old pain?

Pumpkin Gabriel is sixteen, nearly seventeen, and stuck in a life that feels like it was built to break him. Towering and awkward, he’s covered head to toe in angry acne that won’t let him forget how invisible — or worse, disgusting — he thinks he is. Living in a cramped Romanian apartment with his K-pop-obsessed little sister and barely supervised by a grandma who pops in from time to time, Gabriel’s only comfort is laughter — even if it’s cruel. So when his sister blasts her favorite boy group and gushes over their perfect faces and dreamy voices, Gabriel does what he does best: mocks it all. Calls it “Chinese noise,” laughs at the synchronized dancing, rolls his eyes until his sister slams the door in his face and says the one thing that sticks harder than he thought it would: “I wish I never had a brother.” He shrugs it off… until he doesn’t. A walk to the store turns into something else. Something that changes everything — and Gabriel wakes up not in Romania, not in his own skin, but in the body of someone who looks like everything he’s ever hated himself for not being. Perfect...

Time, as it always does, moved on. Months turned to seasons, and eventually, a year passed. There was no word from Tae or Sechan. But Kwon and Jungwon stayed close, focused on their studies, building a quiet, stable world of their own. They learned how to live with the ghosts of yesterday — or at least, how to keep them in the background. Jungwon decided it was time to move. His apartment — too full of memories and silence — had started to suffocate him. His father had sent some money from abroad, and he thought it was the perfect time for a change. Kwon didn't know Jungwon lived alone. He had always assumed he stayed with relatives. That illusion shattered the day he visited and saw how empty and quiet the place truly was. "You live alone?" Kwon had asked, shocked. "Yeah," Jungwon admitted simply. Kwon didn't like it. It didn't sit well with him at all. When Jungwon mentioned wanting to move, Kwon's shoulders eased in relief. "What if we shared the new place?" he asked carefully. "That's fine with me… but what about your grandma?" Jungwon asked. "What if we move in with her? Into a bigger apartment?" Jungwon suggested. Kwon smiled. "If that's okay with you…" "It is," Jungwon replied with a gentle smile. It took weeks of searching, planning, and saving — but they eventually found the perfect apartment. A quiet corner of the city, peaceful and just far enough from the noise of their past. They moved in together. Life felt lighter. Jungwon smiled as he arranged his things. They were finally free. No one knew where they lived now — not even his father, and certainly not Tae or Sechan. They had left those haunted homes behind — and the people they once waited for. Two Years Later Graduation came, and with it, a peaceful end to that phase of life. Jungwon and Kwon had grown stronger, steadier, grounded in the world they built together. But the past, as always, had its own plans. Back in Korea, Sechan stood on the balcony of his new house. He was no longer a student — he was now the CEO of Light Corps. Tae, too, had returned from the U.S., inheriting his father's company, Yosan Industries. They had both tried — countless times — to reach out. But the numbers no longer worked. In desperation, they visited Jungwon and Kwon's old apartment buildings, only to hear the same thing from neighbors: "They moved out… almost two years ago." The guards reported the news to them. Tae sat in his office late into the night, staring at an old photo of Kwon. A candid shot from school — Kwon laughing with his hair caught in the wind. "Did you do this on purpose?" he whispered. "Running away from me…" He touched the image, eyes misty. "I told you I'd come back. And here I am. But since you ran away… I'll find you again. No matter what it takes." Miles away, Sechan stood alone in his quiet home, the same report ringing in his ears. He gave a soft, broken smile. "I knew I was late. But you didn't have to hide like this… Guess he's happy he'll never have to see me again." He looked out the window, the city lights blurring in his vision. "But I'm not giving up." And somewhere, in a quiet apartment full of warmth and books and shared laughter, Kwon and Jungwon continued living — unaware of the footsteps drawing closer. The room was dim, cloaked in soft shadows. The only sound was the quiet hum of the night breeze brushing against the slightly open window. Kwon lay on his side, curled beneath the blanket, eyes wide open even though his body begged for sleep. But sleep wouldn't come — not tonight. As he stared at the ceiling, Tae's face drifted into his mind like a ghost refusing to fade. His eyes. That quiet confidence. The warmth that once made Kwon's chest flutter. He shut his eyes tightly. "I just hope you're okay… and that you've moved on," Kwon whispered silently in his heart, too afraid to say the words aloud. "It was just a crush, right? Just high school foolishness…" he told himself. "It's be

"It’s a blood-soaked second chance filled with secrets, survival, and betrayal. But this time, I’m not the prey, because I’m the Grim Reaper dressed as a player." Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do.

Daniel sat near his leather chair and looked at himself on the dark TV. There was no noise in the apartment apart from the occasional traffic rumbling around his window. "I feel so much love for my girlfriend," he said quietly, barely heard over the silence, "but she sees her best friend as a man." What is there for me to do?" The question had been bothering him for weeks and wouldn’t leave him alone. He figured Cindy wouldn’t be able to relate to how he was feeling. She was sure of herself, did her own thing, and stood up for her friendships all the time. If Daniel tried to act too possessively, it always seemed to smother her, so he tried to be more patient. However, the doubt refused to leave, making a difficult time in his life even worse. He took his phone and looked through his list of contacts, spinning the wheel over her name. How could he react? How was it possible for him to share his doubts without being demanding or childish? Once Daniel had put the phone down, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It occurred to him many times: What should he do?

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

I was born invisible. Not weak. Not strong. Just… unseen. No one called my name. No one stopped to ask if I was okay. I was the background noise of a world that only cared about power, titles, and destiny. And when the Tower appeared—black, colossal, hovering in the sky—it changed everything. Awakening screens descended. Skills were granted. Ranks assigned. Heroes rose overnight. I got nothing. [Rank: F] [Skill: None] [Title: None] No second chance. No secret talent. Just a system stamp declaring me worthless. While others became legends, I stayed behind—sweeping streets, watching the world from the sidelines. Until one night… a second screen appeared. [You have been chosen.] [Monarch System Activated.] Not a normal system. Not something given to everyone. Something darker. Older. Meant for those long forgotten. I don’t know what this Monarch System wants. I don’t know why I was chosen. But if this world turns life into a game, then I’ll rewrite the rules. I may have started as an extra. But I’ll climb that Tower. I’ll carve my name into the sky. Even if I have to die a thousand times— I’ll save everyone. Thank you everyone for reading the book. Just a massage for you.. I'll also upload this story at Royal Road and also in TAPAS.

Retaliation of the Psychopath Ten years ago, Tokyo housed one of the largest meat distribution markets in the nation — a booming industry that fed millions and provided steady income to thousands of workers, especially young part-timers just trying to get by. The system worked. The market thrived. Until a mysterious animal-borne virus began to spread. Business declined. Panic set in. Profits crashed. But then, just as quickly as it fell… the market mysteriously recovered. No explanation. No cure. Yet behind that sudden recovery, something was terribly wrong. Every single part-timer hired that year vanished without a trace. No bodies were found. No names were mentioned. No headlines made noise. The authorities buried the reports. The companies stayed silent. And the market — somehow — stayed stable. A decade later, the city has forgotten. But one survivor has not. Takeshi, the lone part-timer who escaped that bloody year, returns — and he's not looking for answers. He’s looking for revenge. Beneath Tokyo’s neon glow, a silent war begins — between one man and the industry that turned workers into meat. ---

Elara moves through life like a ghost adrift in the noise and chaos of the world, yet untouched by any of it. Her thoughts weigh heavy, her voice barely a whisper, and she feels like a puzzle piece that doesn’t belong anywhere. A loner and a quiet thinker, she retreats into books and the pages of her journal, aching for connection but paralyzed by the fear of being seen and rejected. She’s spent years keeping others at arm’s length, convinced her inner world is too much, too strange, too fragile to share, Elara is pulled into a connection a slow, painful unraveling of the walls she’s built, forced to confront the loneliness she’s wrapped around herself like armor.. The Quiet In-Between is a story of aching solitude, quiet transformation, and the courage it takes to let another soul close enough to truly see you. It’s about finding meaning in the stillness and strength in the parts of ourselves we’ve always tried to hide.

1981. Small-town nobodies. No label. No future. Just noise. Until the sound hit. Gritty. Wild. Untamed. The band Saints was born in a garage no one believed in. But when their music explodes onto the underground scene, they go from local outcasts to the face of a revolution. Arena tours, magazine covers, screaming fans it’s all happening fast. But the world of rock isn’t just glory. It’s pressure. It’s betrayal. It’s control. As industry giants close in and rival bands circle like vultures, staying true to the music might be the hardest gig of all. This is our story. How we broke the rules. How we changed everything. How we became legends. We weren’t made for fame. We forged it. This series contains mature themes including drug use, alcohol abuse, strong language, and adult lifestyles reflective of the 1980s rock scene. Depictions of sex, while referenced, are non-explicit and fade to black. Reader discretion is advised.