Troubled Waters Book

The Story Is Set In An Alternate Reality Where The Women-Only Participate Competitive Sport Keijo Becomes A Fad In Japan The Rules Of Keijo Are Simple The Match Is Held In A Swimming Pool Dtadium Participants Must Stand A Top Circular Platforms Floating In A Pool Referred To As Land And Fight To Defeat Their Opponents By Knocking Them Off Their Respective Platforms Into The Water Using Only Their Sumo Technique The Sport Attracts Millions Of Viewers Across The Country And Boasts A Lavish Prize Pool This Prompts Many Aspiring Athletes From Different Sports To Try To Succeed In Keijo

It was the 10th year of the Mizu Calendar. Humanity was walking towards its doom with the oceans swallowing up the terrestrial and tongue being the criminal organisations like the Yakuzas, funded by the business icons, putting common people's lives at stake. Kai a 17-year-old jolly young lad working as N-Hydra, a sailor-fighter group, founds something unprecedented, as his bloodline has something to do with all these.

Say it with me: "We listen, and we don’t judge." Okay, so hear me out. I may have made a small mistake. But to be fair, how was I supposed to know that the cherry blossom tree I fell asleep under was home to the cutest squirrel ever to exist? Like, ever. A squirrel that just so happened to be the beloved pet of a powerful demon goddess from another world. I didn’t mean to grab it in my sleep and cuddle it to death. I swear! Its tail was just so fluffy! I think... I can’t be too sure since I was loopy on cough medicine. I had this really bad cold thanks to my idiot brother, who can’t seem to cover his fudging mouth. I’m getting off track, aren’t I? Sorry, sorry. Anyway, after the demon goddess sensed her pet’s life come to an untimely end, she teleported to its last location and found my sleeping self cuddling the dead thing. Remember, "We listen, and we don’t judge!" I can’t be the only sleep-cuddler here! So, in her rage and pain, the demoness kicked me into another tree—at least, I’m assuming that’s what happened, because when I woke up in agonizing pain, my head was stuck in said tree. As you can imagine, I died soon after. Bled out, the whole shebang. Long story short, the drop-dead gorgeous (hehe, see what I did there?) demoness—whom I may or may not have developed a major crush on—ended my life. Hey! Don’t judge. She gave me warm chestnuts. Golden chestnuts. That’s clearly love, right? Wait, where was I? Oh, right. My future wifey turned me into the cutest, most adorable squirrel ever! The upside—besides being able to nap on the demoness’s perfect chest? It’s the fact that, while I’m no longer a human girl, I could eventually evolve back into a human form. All I have to do is level up. If only people would stop trying to capture me and make me their pet! Back off! I know I'm cute, but I belong to my Wifey. You can't have this cute squirrel!"

Salvation. Sanctuary. A safe place. Somewhere he can be safe and free. Somewhere away from abuse, from his bullies, from harassment, from false judgements... from ropes... and whips... somewhere away from pain. Somewhere they will never reach him. That is what Aqueo Harp had always been wishing for. So when he finds himself dying and waking up in a world of magic, a world completely different from the one he had, he views it as a blessing in disguise. It was the thing he had been asking for—to escape from the cruel fate of an orphan like him in his previous world—a life under the mercy of a human trafficking organization that plunged him in a cycle of recurrent depression, back-and-forth at the local detention center, and other stuff that are known to be interrelated with juvenile delinquency. With that in mind, Aqueo swears to never go back to his miserable old life and live an opposite life in the new world, one that is devoid of any trouble he had in the past. But not even a full day has passed when he finds out that his fate in this new world might end up the same as his previous one. This place is also brimming with slavery and other abuse, just as dangerous as his previous world—or even worse. But there is hope, Aqueo Harp meets a water spirit and finds new friends, something he never had for a long time. With their help, Aqueo doesn't feel as hopeless anymore.

Kindness.

If you had told the actual fifteen years old Jin Seok Yoon just how messed up his life was going to get in the future, he would have jumped off the cliff without any hesitation and not even his beloved master would've been able to stop him. The mere fact that he hasn't died yet is nothing less then a miracle itself. 'How are so familiar with all these novel tropes ?' His Daughter had once asked him innocently, she knew he wasn't the type of person who usually read fantasy for leisure or amusement. So the fact that Jin Seok Yoon knew the topics such as Isekai, Reverse Isekai, and age regression was a surprise to her. Not much to him though. He has always complained to her during tea time that 'This author is not good at writing...' or ' No! That isn't how it happens. When you get Isekiaed you usually feel...' But Looking back at his life maybe it was great that he hadn't jumped in the end after all.

A story that I’m making on my free time. This is my first time writing a story so please expect boring stuff and cringe stuff but if you do like it please share with friends I really wanna enjoy making work people enjoy make sure to criticize and tell me where to work on :)

The reason I am looking at death with my eyes... I want to escape a meaningless life, certainly a fake one. Also, what good is it to be born cursed if you can't pursue your curses fully?

Camilla Martinez, deeply in love with her childhood sweetheart, was challenged with a heart-breaking choice when her mother's life hung by a thread. Billionaire Marcus Del Monte, a man known for his ruthlessness and thirst for money, power, and revenge, offered to pay for the medical bills, but it came at a massive cost. Camilla had to marry him and sever all ties with her family. It was a carefully laid trap, precisely organized by Marcus and his shadowy clan, driven by a dark force for vengeance. As the tension amplified, Camilla confronted Marcus, demanding answers: 'Why are you so rude, Marcus? What did I ever do to you?' He had taken everything away from her. He made sure she was vulnerable. Marcus's husky voice screamed anger and pain as he responded, 'Your mother made my father the devil and this very same home a hell. So I will keep you in it!' “'My mother didn't do anything! You're just accusing her, Marcus!'“ It irritated Camilla every time he had dishonoured the young days of her mother. But Marcus had revealed a startling truth: 'Well, guess what? I am the product of what I'm accusing her!' As hope faded, a mysterious billionaire, entered the scene, later on finding himself making a fiery declaration: 'If he aims to put you in hell,' he vowed, 'then I will be your salvation and his new hell.' Alejandro Montellia, an ambitious and competent rising rival of Marcus in the cutthroat world of business, also carried secrets and harboured a thirst for revenge. Camilla found herself caught in a power struggle between two billionaires, each with their motives and desires. In 'Troubled Wife, Fancy Rival,' love and deception had entwined, and Camilla had navigated a dangerous path where the price of salvation could be her own heart, and where revenge had been a dangerous game with consequences that could shatter them all.

Rex and Carl, two high school friends with contrasting personalities, are abruptly pulled from their ordinary lives after a tragic accident. In a flash, they find themselves in a blindingly white room with a mysterious Goddess who informs them that their deaths were a mistake. Before they can fully process what’s happening, the Goddess transports them to an unknown world filled with magic, powerful kingdoms, and dangerous creatures. As they explore this new reality, they’ll have to rely on their wits, courage, and each other if they hope to survive the trials ahead and uncover their true purpose in this world.

The prince of Maldonia, Prince Artemis of House Arteides, the bear killer, the slayer of the elves is crowned King when his father Luca King Arteides dies. Aurora is a seer and a powerful witch who has yet to aknowledge her powers, only Artemis knows of it. Lucian Mithandir is in exile recruiting an army to fight Prince Castellan of house Taelin for the throne of Prophis. Artemis wants no parts of this war, but he is very aware whoever wins the war will later turn to Maldonia. Artemis has no clue that a bigger war is coming which will set out kingdoms on fire, Aurora has seen it in her dreams and it's for the Sweet Waters Throne in Maldonia. The end is uncertain but the ways are clearer, who will sit on the throne after the war to end all wars. The Bastard who's been denied his true claim to the Sweet Waters throne with the mighties fleet in the world and King Artemis of Maldonia who has Aurora and dragons breathing fire. ~ Excerpt Scene ~ "Are you ready? A dragon is not a horse my love" Aurora expressed her concerns. "The dragons are ready to be claimed, Your Grace. I think it’s the perfect time for Artodo to take the skies and be claimed. He and the King have great relationship. He just needs to understand the words that’s all. "Torgo explained while looking at both Aurora and Artemis. "I understand the words." Said Artemis. "Incendio for fire and Valar for him to fly. I know some Low Moor too." It seemed Aurora wasn’t easily convinced, "Knowing the language of our ancestors doesn’t mean you can hang on to the dragon and take to the skies, especially since you are not just practicing. You are taking the dragon to the Mines, in clear daylight." "Exactly, that is the only way we can silence Lord Leoric. I cannot let him take advantage of my sister, I have to try…" Visera interrupted. "He’s ready, I can see it in his eyes." She said with a smirk. Aurora ordered Torgo. "Bring him outside," in Low Moor. Torgo nodded and walked inside the darkened cave with a fire torch. All five dragons were inside the cave perfectly chained. He went after Artodo, the biggest of them all. The black beast, standing at forty feet from head to tail with a wingspan of twenty feet. A terrifying beast to even stare at. Artemis took two deep breaths. "According to my ancestors history, the youngest dragon rider to ever took the skies was ten years old. You’ll be fine." Aurora teased Artemis after she noticed how nervous he was. The dragon keepers placed a saddle on Artodo’s back and two strong handles made of iron and wood for Artemis to hang on to. Then, finally Aurora walked to Artodo — the black beast. She pulled in Artemis and they both touched the dragon’s right eye, soothing him before the take off. "This is your rider now Artodo, you are to obey him from this day forward to the last, as your mother commands." Aurora said this is Low Moor while the dragon hissed slowly. The dragon hissed and Aurora took it a sign that Artodo understood him. She took a step back and let Artemis take over. These two weren’t strangers to one another. Artemis’s touch wasn’t strange to Artodo and he silently lowered his left wingspan for Artemis to climb up. Carefully and slowly, Artemis mounted the black beast. It was no secret that he was scared. When he was on top of the dragon, Artemis smiled looking down and he suddenly exclaimed. "You all look like tiny bees from up here!" Aurora, Visera, Torgo and the dragon keepers laughed. Aurora walked to him and they looked at each other. Their dream finally came true; "Promise me, you’ll come back alive." Said Aurora. "I promise." "And that you will not burn the Mines to the ground. If she disagrees with you, perhaps it’s time to let her go." This was what Artemis truly needed to hear so he may stop his obsession with saving his sister. When he was ready, he shouted to Artodo. "Valar Artodo," and right there the dragon’s feet pounded the ground heavy as it prepared for takeoff.

It is TWISTED SAGA Series' 1st story Sankalp Singh Rathod, Rahat Raichand and Shawkat Raichand......3 of them have been planning a trip to Manali before even their final semester started! Just when they were ready to roll another one joined their merry little band, Blaze Aragon.....who, in a way Sankalp's big brother and Sankalp can't say no to him,......but then, What could possibly go wrong! wait until you meet the 5th addition who is a combination of naïve, quirky, clumsy, carefree, overtalkative, and mischievous..... Let the adventure begins! And who knows, maybe something more than that....... It's a light hearted short story! #FUSION

After another long night, Suki wakes up in the body of a beautiful young lady. This is her journey as she discovers more about the host of her body, and herself along the way.

A nameless man finds himself in the void, surrounded by other souls lining up behind him. He doesn’t know where he is or how he got there. All he knows is that he’s dead. There, he meets Edix, the god of punishment, who judges souls based on the sins they committed in life. It doesn’t take long for Edix to condemn him. Souls bound to a life of suffering, he claims, must have earned their fate. But what if they hadn’t? Like him—sentenced to an eternity as a slave in the mines of another world. Unlike the others, who quietly accept their punishment out of fear of the gods, he refuses to bow. He isn’t afraid to defy the gods, to fight against their cruelty, and to change this broken world. He doesn’t just want freedom—he wants power. In short, he wants to become a god.

--- **AFTER BOOK** *Karya Luciel Veronica* "Kata-kata adalah arwah, dan buku ini adalah pusara bagi yang tak bisa melarikan diri." Di balik jendela kaca yang retak, matahari senja terjerat debu, merayapi rak-rak buku yang berdiri seperti makam bisu. Perpustakaan itu, sunyi dan terlupakan, menyerupai rongga dada tua yang hanya berisi bisikan-bisikan waktu. Di lorong terkelamnya, tersembunyi sebuah buku—tak bernama, tak bernyawa, namun tetap berbisik. Alea tak pernah mencari buku itu. Ia bahkan tak seharusnya ada di sana—di tengah udara dingin yang menggigit kulit seperti gigi hantu, di bawah cahaya lampu yang berkedip seakan ketakutan. Tapi ketika tangannya menyentuh sampulnya yang dingin, seolah-olah buku itu bernafas di genggamannya, halaman-halamannya mulai bergerak. Namanya terukir di tinta hitam yang berdenyut seperti nadi: “Alea S., nafasnya berhenti di bawah cahaya yang pecah.” Teks itu menulis kematiannya—pelan, penuh kenikmatan, seolah mencari makan untuk kepuasan

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.

The ever expanse of humanity. As their reach finally touched the space between the stars. But as their reach grows further, their control dwindles. "Sold our souls for money." Is the quote of the Mercenaries. For the right price they will do almost anything. Their reach dwells in the areas the government cannot. Because of this their reputation lies within a grey area. Eron, desperate for money, found himself with very little options left. With a steeled heart he too sold his soul, joining the Mercenaries. In such a world he must quickly learn that actions must be driven by money alone. Kindness gets you nowhere, and sparing leaves you with enemies.

As Malu wakes up, his eyes blur. He soon looks around, seeing fire spread around him. As he adventures, he freaks out during a "fire show", but it causes the fire to spread faster. Malu soon finds out he has a cool power, one for the greater good or the worse. As Malu embarks on this journey, he finds some friendly kids, whose names are Skipper and Terios. As the group travels through this game, they find themselves facing a bigger fear. Who is the real villain?

Trouble He was a white dove, she was a black Swan. He was gentle... She was wild... He hardly smiled... She always had a mischievous smirk. He was royalty... She was an insane billionaire! He made rules... She broke rules... He's water...cold as ice... She's raging ...erupting like volcano... They graced each other... Hate at first... but now they can't let go and she's hell bent on keeping and possessing him. This is a story of women who are trouble but are shields and weapons to protect the men they love.

A desert covering most of everything I saw, my village was one of many built above the endless sand. Some of the old reminisce about the stories they held about a large group of people. They had wandered and wandered, what they had looked for was a Utopia, one where it was comfortable, a place where it was safe. I didn't wish to find a place like that, I wished for a world that was only a utopia.