Basement Yard

Nikolai Volkov, 26-year-old male omega, happily married to the love of his life aka his 27-year-old Alpha mate, Damon White, until one day he catches a nasty bloody smell coming the basement of their house. ———- +Trigger WARNING This book is mmmm ( in other words, it will contains four men together in a relationship) But will start as mm at first and developes later to mmmm. -Reverse Harem - OmegaxAlpha - Twin Russian dragon shifters - Secret Serial killer MC - Dark Romance - Secret Phyco MC - SubxDom/ DomxDom - Group smut scenes - Mpreg - Omegaverse

Outer yard disciple of the Tiansang Spirit Palace, Xu Xiaoshou, had average talent. However, after coming out of his death seclusion, he realized that everything had changed. He had received a Passive System with many strange, miraculous passive skills: He would become stronger with every breath. He would become stronger when he got attacked. He would become stronger when he got mocked… Xu Xiaoshou was forced to shout, “Oh God, I don’t want to be like this either. Everything I did was because I was being forced to! I am so passive!”

Casted away by his parents for their work, bullied in school for his weakness, and disdained by all his teachers. Ethan Carter, the son of two great scientists, was an outcast of society and one that would usually cry alone in his basement. But one day after making a huge ground-breaking discovery, his whole life changed. the only question is: did it change for the worse or for the better. _______"""*_______[ quick sneak peak] " Ethan, you are no longer a human, you have become something more. something greater, you are now...a werewolf!" ________""____*____[sneak peak ended] Follow Ethan on his journey of awakening filled with danger, mysteries and ancient legends. From a weak disregard human, to a god among the supernatural and a great being among the humans. Ethan Carter, the one and only... Moonborn!!

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

"Swish... Swish..." Sounds of trickling water came from the yard, and Wang Daniu groggily opened his eyes, subconsciously reaching down to his crotch, thinking he had wet the bed. But there was nothing. Wang Daniu tiptoed out of bed and peeled open a sliver of the door, under the moonlight he saw a charming woman, scooping water and pouring it over her shoulders, ladle by ladle. Someone was bathing, it turned out…

Charlie is a nobody. In the small, forgettable town of Maplewood, Charlie barely exists. His days are spent in a haze of lethargy, slumped on a basement couch that smells faintly of regret. His body, soft and bloated, seems to mirror the weight of his apathy—a monument to years of bad decisions and the crushing inertia of laziness. His parents look at him with disappointment, his classmates avoid him like a bad smell, and the girls, even the kind ones, can barely disguise their pity. He’s bullied, mocked, and ignored, but Charlie doesn’t care. Not really. Or so he tells himself. Until one day, a moment so small and humiliating it shouldn’t matter tears open the carefully constructed wall of indifference he’s built around himself. For the first time in years, Charlie feels something stir deep inside—a spark of something raw, terrifying, and undeniable. Then, one night, everything changes. A system appears, a voice in his mind that speaks of transformation, power, and redemption. It offers him a choice: to stay as he is and sink deeper into the void of his existence, or to rise—literally—and reshape himself, body and soul. The system promises him a path, but it won’t be easy. To shed the weight of his old self, Charlie must first face the physical and emotional burdens he’s carried for so long. The path is brutal, filled with trials that test his mind, body, and spirit. But as Charlie begins to claw his way out of the pit of mediocrity, he discovers a world beyond Maplewood—a world of incredible challenges, impossible bodies, and a system that rewards transformation. The ultimate prize? A body forged by effort, determination, and resilience—a body of iron, plasma, and even the golden brilliance of the sun. But each step comes with its own cost, and the system’s promises may hide more than they reveal. Can Charlie rise above the weight of his past, or will the weight of the world crush him once and for all?

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

*Thud* *Thud* Sounded through the door. It was late at midnight when the family of the three woke by the noise. It was dark all around, the sound of rain splashes through everywhere. Due to the rain, the electricity of the City was cut off. "Who might be this late," Said the man, in the '40s. He was the only earner of this family, supporting his wife and their only daughter. His name was 'Reez Mosce'. "What happened dear, w-who would knock this late," Said his wife 'Riza'. Taking the shotgun in his hand, he gestured toward his wife and said, "Take Ellie through the basement". 'WHAT ABOUT YOU!!!' She wanted to ask him. But seeing his grave expression, she couldn't help. She could only look at him with concern filling her eyes. Reez replied as his gaze somewhat softened toward his wife, "Go away Riza hide in the basement with Emily" 'The Unknown' randomly happened every day. The murder reports that news announced to them, the people wanted it all to be false, they wanted to continue with their peaceful life. *** The sound of thud was getting erratic on the door. The door hinges broke off from the wall. Reez held the shotgun aiming toward the door. His condition was not so good, his legs were trembling as he gulped a mouthful of saliva. He was scared shitless, but he couldn't show it to his family. He was the moral support for them. *Crash* The door crashed showing a figure as it stood in the rain. The raindrops splattered across the front wetting the sofa and the tables. Ellie watched as the fire raged through the house.

Stanley Berkowitz is your average vertically challenged nerd with an abrasive attitude living in recluse from the outside world when his life inexplicably changes when a dimensionally displaced Succubus princess that looks eerily familiar fell through a portal and landed in his back yard. Advance chapters available on my Patreon at 'Streggaeworks'

Now that Selena Yard had accidentally fallen pregnant with triplets with their father being an unknown man, she was even betrayed by a scumbag and kicked out by her family. After all that she had experienced, she made a glamorous comeback with cute babies in tow and swore that she would fight to get back what she had once lost. She might have been a domineering president, but something unexpected suddenly happened. "Mommy, we want him as our father!" "Daddy, we'll help you to woo our rich mommy!" The triplets even went to extreme lengths to match-make her with the man of their dreams!

All the people in the world, tied together by the threads of fate. We as the human race have only one outcome; death. However, it isn't necessarily so simple, is it? For the past three hundred years, ever since a strange accident in Hokkaido, demons have plagued the Earth, and faith in God has fallen away; because while Hell's denizens run amok, feasting on the weak and the young, the angels stayed in Heaven, assuming they even exist, not lifting a finger to help the human race. Now, in modern times, many people are convinced that Heaven isn't a reality, that it never was. Tomoe is one of these non-believers; which is why he's absolutely confounded when he finds a girl who could not be anything but an angel, bleeding and bruised in his back yard. She demands that he doesn't call an ambulance, that he lace their fingers together... and that's when Tomoe's life changes, forever and irreversibly. Bound to this angel in inexplicable ways, he finds himself with new abilities, new responsibilities and new opportunities. With the angel who calls herself Aine on his side and parents nagging at him, high school senior Tomoe is about to begin navigating an entirely new and mostly secret world, struggling to do what he thinks is right and using the red threads that bind everybody together as a guide. Demons, angels, youkai, co-workers and annoying highschool kids... what the hell could go wrong? (I will be entirely honest right here; Tomoe and Aine are originally from the visual novel; Bokuten: Why I Became an Angel. It was so depressing that I haven't managed to finish it yet, and so I have completely adapted the characters, keeping their names and appearance but making them entirely separate characters. This will be to Bokuten as Fifty Shades of Gray is to Twilight, except Bokuten was already sex filled.)

Snow is a dinosaur novel that will consist of three parts. Every part can be found here and will be found under Vol 1-3. Right now part 1 is being serialized. In the small town of Maple diamond town a rookie police officer, Vincent(Henry ), was given a security guard job to look after an old family property with an old family friend. A little girl goes missing which sparks a competition between Vincent and a old classmate. Vincent soon finds out 5 Utahraptors are in the old property basement. A discovery leads Vincent to befriend his neighbor youngest kid and older sister in order to help them since he finds out they could be the next victims to go missing. A massive snowstorm approaches the small town and free the Utahraptors who go on hunts throughout the small town. Vincent has to deal with the escape Utahraptors as well as comfort his past.

A girl had been locked away in a basement, her condition dire. Her wrists were tied with ropes, and her face reflected fear and exhaustion. Four men stood in the room, mocking her pain with twisted enjoyment. One of them laughed and said, “Don’t bother trying to escape, it’s impossible for you to get out of here.” Another added, “Let’s go outside for a smoke, leave her here to rot. We’ll be back in a while.” Laughing, the four men left the basement, shutting the door behind them. The girl quickly composed herself, determined to free herself from the ropes. After several moments of struggle, she finally loosened the bonds. Her hands and legs were badly bruised, but she ignored the pain and pushed forward. She slipped out of the basement and ran into the dark alley. Her torn gown fluttered in the cold night air, and her loose hair flew wildly behind her as she sprinted, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Despite the pain and fatigue, she didn’t stop. Silence surrounded her, except for the sound of her footsteps echoing in the night. Her body ached, but she kept going, her steps growing more desperate with every passing second. Eventually, she found herself at the edge of a dense forest. Through her blurred vision, she saw a river flowing ahead. There was a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she stumbled towards it. Kneeling by the water, she tried to drink, her hands shaking. But before she could take more than a few sips, her strength gave out, and she collapsed unconscious by the riverbank. Outside Mumbai – Edge of the Forest On the edge of this forest stood a grand cottage, owned by Abir Rajvansh. Abir Rajvansh – 30 years old, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, with sharp features, a wheatish complexion, and a dark, commanding aura. On the surface, Abir appeared as a successful businessman, but deep down, his life was a storm of secrets. Cold and ruthless, Abir viewed the world as nothing more than a game to be played. His eyes always reflected a hidden hatred and anger, emotions he had buried deep within. The Personality of Abir Rajvansh Abir’s calm exterior hid a mind constantly at war. His past cast long shadows over his soul, making him indifferent to the emotions of others. To him, people were mere pawns, and those who dared to challenge him often found their lives reduced to ashes. He had never tasted defeat and knew how to erase his enemies in silence, leaving no trace behind. Abir had come to his cottage with a group of friends to celebrate his birthday. But their celebration was interrupted when one of his friends, who had gone near the river, discovered the unconscious girl lying there. Abir was informed immediately. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, “A girl? Out here, in this wilderness?” Questions filled his mind, but he knew something unusual was at play. When Abir saw the girl lying there, her lifeless face and disheveled state, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment. There was a strange restlessness in his gaze that he didn’t quite understand. Without hesitation, he ordered his men to carry her inside the cottage. Now, the question loomed—who was this girl, and how had she ended up here? Abir was eager to uncover the truth, but something else stirred in his heart—an unfamiliar emotion that he couldn’t quite place.

Lucian awakes in a dark basement, possibly about to be sacrificed. With no body of his own, he escapes and possess a unsuspecting boy. unfortunate the boy's contious is still active even if he has no control over his body. Now the two, Lucian and Lucas, must work together to get Lucian home and so Lucas can possibly get control of his body back.

Ethan Cole is a man living on borrowed time in New York City's neon-lit basement. He owes a debt to the city's most vicious criminal lord, to whom he will never be able to return after one terrible hand and one deadly night. The fee is a rock, not a cost. The time limit is 48 hours. What happens if you fail? dying. As time runs out, Ethan assembles a group of eccentrics to pull off the impossible theft. Charlie is an ex-cop with a past to sort out, and Nina is a fascinating con artist with her own dark secrets. However, in this high-stakes game, none of them can afford the luxury of accepting the truth. Ethan realizes the diamond is more than just a prize as they navigate a maze of laser grids and armed guards. It possesses a mystery capable of bringing down a nation and making everyone in it a target. Enter Rebecca Cain, a strange non-public investigator with her own plan. Is he an associate or an enemy?

*updated* In the outskirts of Seoul City, 14 year old Aster eked out a solitary existence. Abandoned by his dad at 4 years old, his mom a cancer patient. Aster's daily routine consisted of crafting handmade dolls, selling them on the street from his small apartment-turned shop. He would also go to a local martial arts dojo in the evening and then visiting his mother. However his life was further complicated by a terminal illness. Whenever he exhausted himself, his heart would start racing uncontrollably, triggering painful mini heart attacks that left him helpless. Aster had only 2 goals in his life: 1) To save his dying mother. 2) To become an Awakened. But then, The worst that could happen.....happened. His Mother died. In her last words, She told Aster to go and look inside a blue box in their house's basement, a box that Aster didn't know about.. When he did find the box, He found....... (read the Prologue for deeper plot)

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,

She can hear her, she's there, her long salt and pepper hair packed in a bun atop her head, with her forest green-eyes staring straight at her, she can hear her, she's smiling, she said her name is Ailsa. That's not Genevieve first time seeing her, but that's the first time she's talking to her. Pretty, that's what came to her mind. She Can HEAR her. "VieVie!" Came a voice from above where Genevieve is. She doesn't know maybe she's tired of hearing that name or if she's happy, but sitting down, she realized she's alone. Ah!, she left, Ailsa left. Clair told her no one is named Ailsa in the house, that it's only her, Genevieve and Mark that's in the house, but Genevieve knows that she sees Ailsa almost once every two days and today was her first time talking. But??? Who's Ailsa? Ah! But Ailsa can hear her?!

Tullah Richard, a young woman, left her family to be with Saul, her beloved boyfriend who, unfortunately, turned out to be a drunkard and abusive. Despite enduring his violent behavior, she remained committed to him. However, as time passed, the relationship took a darker turn. Despite the challenges, Tullah, determined to break free from Saul's toxicity, found herself facing a complicated situation when she discovered she was pregnant. Now torn between her desire to leave and the responsibility of impending motherhood, Tullah must navigate a difficult choice. Will she choose to leave despite the pregnancy, or will the impending arrival of their child tie her to Saul? If she decides to break free, will Saul ever find a way to reconnect with Tullah? The story unfolds with questions about whether Tullah can forge a new and happier life without Saul. --- "Saul, please let go of me!" she whispered, her plea audible in the tense air. "Never," Saul's fury was palpable, evident with just a glance at him. "I can't continue this way. I need to leave your life. Please, let go of me," she pleaded, attempting to free herself from Saul's grip. "You are stuck with me, Tullah. All of you is mine," he forcefully pushed her into the basement room, locked the door, and left. Tullah, no longer able to cry, lay quietly on the cold floor. This wasn't the first time she found herself confined, but she was determined it would be the last. Wiping away her tears, she wished for the morning to arrive swiftly, bringing with it the promise of a new beginning for her and her unborn child. ***** Diva_Unsual. nnenneuche84@gmail.com.

Two sisters enter the world of a book they read after purchasing it at a yard sale from a peculiar old lady. Little do they know that it's not a book in its entirety. It's also an illusion. A gateway hidden in plain sight to another world. A world they once lived in. A lifetime of memories which they have forgotten through the passage of time. Waking up in the bodies of people from a forgotten time, haunted by strange dreams of death and a voice which informs them that they must defeat a Demon Lord if they wish to survive. There is no mention of returning home. What could these ladies possibly do? Will they take action and fight? Or will they succumb to these most unusual set of circumstances? One thing is certain, they have far too much in common with the bodies they're possessing. THE COVER IS NOT MINE.

'I isekaid into a fantasy world and got an instant beautiful wife! What could go wrong?' Paralyzed since he was 14, Vince decides to bet on his luck when he finds out he's dying at the age of 36. He discovers a time machine in the basement of his house and aims to go back in time to stop the accident that ruined his life 22 years ago. But instead of traveling back in time, he is transported to Demon City in a fantasy world and wakes up as Vince Rosen with his young and healthy body. Chosen as the mate of a royal demon lady, he is shunned for being a fallen noble and having a dormant power core. But what Vince doesn’t know is that he is destined for a greatness beyond anything he ever imagined. [Additional tags: yandere, vampire, werewolf, demon, non-harem, anti-hero, slice of life, single FL, no yuri/NTR] This is not a smut novel.

An amateur web novel author was magically transferred to a parallel world. It didn’t take long for him to realize that, overall, the parallel world was similar to his. Yet, there were some considerable differences in the minor details. Leonard Ethan quickly learned that there were many things he could do in the new world. However, just as he was about to make a name for himself, he was forced to embark on a global treasure hunting journey because of a Card System. “You might be interested in the unique first-edition Holy Bible that can be found on the bookshelf in this old house. “ “This basement isn’t as plain as it seems. You might find something surprising if you look closely.”

Her father looked at her round face and three chins in disgust. "I knew you were a curse the moment I set my eyes on you. You're the reason your mother's dead and you're the reason my business isn't doing so well. You've grown so fat that all your clothes don't fit anymore. Have a look at Ming Ming. At such a young age, she's already a model in the number one Modelling agency in the country and you're asking me for some money to buy clothes. I kept your mother's clothes in the basement downstairs. You can wear some of them since your clothes don't fit and don't bother me about money again." Her childhood friend had returned from abroad to marry her after so many years and had taken one nasty look at her. "When I saw you years back, I thought you'd still be as beautiful as you were. You've become so fat and ugly Jiang Meiying. The sight of your round face and three chins are unpleasant to look at. It will be a bad reputation to get married to someone like you. Your sister, Jiang Ming on the other hand is quite beautiful and very popular. She's not 18 yet but I'm willing to wait until she's ready. I would like to marry her." Her sister, after being engaged to 'her' supposed husband said to her while smirking at her sorry state. "Don't feel too bad that I'll soon get engaged to Zhang Wei, Jiang Meiying. I hear the Zhang family is offering to let you marry their other son, Zhang Hien. He's just as handsome as Zhang Wei, but he's just got a little disability, that's all. It also turns out that before he lost the use of his legs, he had gone bankrupt, and is fending off MY Fiancee's money. So you see Jiang Meiying, you both make a good couple. You're just as useless as he is." Her step-mother was already scheming against her when her husband moved in with them because he couldn't afford a house. "We just have to convince your father to throw her out of the mansion and that won't be a problem. The college entrance exam is coming up and I'm certain she would fail badly. Once he sees there's no chance she'd go to college, he'd disown her without a thought." The former Jiang Meiying was long dead, but the new Meiying was not going to stand there, and get conspired against anymore. There was just one little problem before exacting her revenge. To enable her earn more EXP to gain life points in this manna-lacking world, she had to earn money. {One dollar costs 1 EXP} How was she going to earn money when no one likes the sight of her three chins? Sigh. Time to start loosing weight. Book cover is mine Picture gotten from Pinterest

A chilling trail of mutilated corpses marks the path of Damien Blackwood, a tormented drifter cursed by an ancient evil tied to the moon's cyclical phases. With each full moon's rise, Damien loses himself to a ravenous, primordial beast—a monster born of shadows whose horrific origins remain shrouded in mystery. Haunted by fragmented memories of a sinister cult that twisted his humanity into this nocturnal creature of darkness, Damien embarks on a perilous quest for redemption and self-discovery. But as a relentless Scotland Yard detective closes in, Damien finds himself pushed to the brink, forced to confront both the savage beast raging within and the malevolent forces conspiring to consume him. Amid the frost-choked streets of London, Damien must navigate a labyrinth of betrayal and bloodshed to break free from the moon's inexorable grip. A visceral tale of brutality and heart-stopping suspense, Snowfall Duplicity chronicles one man's gripping battle against the darkness lurking within us all.

Reshaine, Abidale, and Eleanor are living their normal teenage life, visiting their grandfather from time to time on his farm. Everything started getting unusual after an encounter with the old oak in their grandfather’s yard. It was magical and very unrealistic. They started feeling like there was a burning fire inside of them that gradually grow much bigger and hotter. More and more, they became aware that something is wrong with them. The urge of something inside them is too strong, and they ended up somewhere unknown to anyone. It was somehow peaceful and scary at the same time.

This story is about the Group of High school students who survived in the apocalypse that created by the crazy scientist in their City. The scientist who got escaped from prison and lived in his house basement.

WARNING THIS SERIES IS A SPIN OFF OF DIMENSIONAL DRIVER. IF YOUR ARE READING THAT SERIES AND DON'T WANT ENDING SPOILERS. THEN SKIP CHAPTER 1. CHAPTER 2 WILL HAVE THE MC IN THE RACING NEXUS. This story contains elements of racing games such as burnout, twisted metal, flat out, mariokart, destruction derby series, flatout series, wreckfest, and more... How far would evil go to have it's revenge? Julius had inherited his family's mansion on Earth. While his father Johnny and his mother Julia were spending their days together traveling the universe. Julius wanted to follow in his father's footsteps by going bigger in joining the Galactic Smash Fest. His father Johnny disapproved of his ideals. To appease his father Julius stuck to simulated racing. After all no one can die in a sim race right? Unfortunately, an old enemy of Johnny's possesses the racing sim Julius had found in the basement of the family mansion. Julius turned it on hoping to use the next best thing in racing sims only to end up trapped. Now that he is stuck. He will have to race his way to the top to escape or find another way out. Will Julius be able to beat the odds of events that could end his life or will he succeed in getting home? AUTHOR'S NOTE: The first arc of the series is going to have my MC doing nothing but tutorial events. As he ranks up the challenges will become more difficult as well. Where things will turn into a life and death struggle.

James Lee is a younger how lived in poverty and bulliedby other one day he find a new door to his basement he started his new adventure in another world and find a last Kingdom and rebuild it's starts from the scratch slice of life .... adventure.....harem.... system...slow story building first few episodes will be fast forward..... Rag to Riches, Building a harem in another world and becoming a king

Jaylen is one of the top performers at his own prison. No matter how hard he tries, he stuck there. unless he can make an exit. But at what cost?

"Letters for my Mother" is a collection of thoughts, emotions, and socioeconomic factors that have hindered my mother and me until her passing in 2007. At that time, I was away from home, moving from place to place, bunking on my sister's house one year and moving on to the other like clockwork. It was traumatic for me since I grew up knowing that I come from a large family of twelve and now living with different people all together or sometimes coming home to find my big sister hasn't arrived from work, so it was books and TV to keep me company. Most of the time, they were trying times as distance kept my two brothers and me from bonding fully. I am glad that I found an outlet for my part where everything seems to be going and coming. What was constantly being right was I thank them fully for taking me to high school, where I found my calling. Art, for me, was a constant where everything is a variable. I never knew I was artistically gifted in all areas of art. I found myself doing drama and musical at form one barely one month into the school. Next year, I found myself in Environment and Science Congress. I had hoped initially that I would blossom to be a scientist. There was this character, Dexter's lab, where he was a boy genius living in a suburban home and having a secret lab in the basement; it was an eye-opening factor for me, and I had to exercise to the fullest. Form three and four were full of music and festival of arts; that was where I grew my art to visual, and poetry came to me as a second language. You probably have figured out that school for me was not for learning, rather for making friends and trying my foot in various forms of art. After high school and pre-youth and college year (I studied computer graphic design for three months, and I dropped out for one reason I will share in my latter works), I found my calling in theatre and performing arts. I loved being on stage, acting, and bringing characters to life with costumes and lights. Telling narratives to the audience and watching them move with awe and splendor. Some hated me from curtain raise to curtain call, booing me for being the antagonist, and applauded wildly when I played the hero. After a while, I felt sick and stagnant for doing the same thing and staging in the same theatre. I saw different cultures and people around Kenya, my country, and settled for drawing and writing poetry and books. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about my works and would write and draw sketches, and if they don't work out, I would tear them out and flush them. I know I was my worst critic, but I had my first break at 2017 under Storymoja and mentorship of Muthoni Garland, Samira Mathews, and Monity Odera. I published a children's book, "Monsters Who Disobeyed," translated to Swahili, also known as "Malipo ya Ukaidi." It was a milestone for me. I really appreciate my efforts, and three years later, I compiled this book for myself and also the whole world as a reminder that you can be yourself and be the greatest version; you just have to believe. My shortcoming is that my mother, may her soul rest in peace, would be proud of the young man I have become, being that I have never had the chance to show her how talented I am. To all the dreamers and the creatives out there, I would like to give a nugget of wisdom to all that the first step is the hardest, but you will get there eventually. After a while, I must say I am well-versed with various art forms, and I speak the language fluently. As a reader and a fan of my work, I must acknowledge that it is a pleasure giving you access to my world, and I hope to share a room in your library as a favorite.