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The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." —Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

"When the world ended, it wasn’t fire, war, or even aliens that took us...it was time." In the year 3025, humanity’s relentless ambition led to its quiet collapse. A global chain reaction of environmental decay, overreliance on AI, and a mysterious biological catastrophe erased nearly everything. Now, the remnants of the world belong to silence, ruins, and the few who still breathe. Through the eyes of a lone survivor with one year left to live, this story is a journey of love, loss, and the fragile beauty of what it means to be human. From the mundane struggles of finding food and patching roofs to the profound weight of remembering what once was... --- A Survivor's Journal captures the raw truth of survival and the delicate threads that bind us to life and each other.

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

What’s it Like to Eat Your Own Words? Salty? Bitter? No clue? Then go ahead and ask Fara. Fara Brianka Genio, the powerhouse CEO of her own advertising agency, lives by one unshakable rule: No romantic relationships between employees. Period. But life is a bitch, Honey. As the boss, Fara takes integrity seriously, both in her company and her personal life. But things start to spiral when her five year relationship with Sean hits a rocky patch. Just as she’s trying to hold it all together, along comes Ziggy, a charming, aggravating employee with a knack for causing trouble. One fateful, blurry night, Fara mistakes Ziggy for Sean, and the next morning… let’s just say clothes weren’t part of the equation. Now Fara’s facing the biggest PR crisis of her life named her own love life. What’s a woman to do when the no-strings rule tangles her up in chaos? Can she keep her cool as the boss, or will Ziggy flip her world upside down?

Genevieve is engaged to be married to Kyle Gonzalez, the one who took her out of the bar and patched her up together, but an unexpected encounter between her and Misha puts the chemistry back into full bloom. With the wedding ceremony merely moments away: Will Genevieve walk down the aisle and seal her fate forever or run back to the arms of Misha Anderson?

………………………… Cover image did not belong to me All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work please leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… This story contains, cuckold, netorare (NTR), netorase, sluts, whores, exhibitionism, outdoor intercourse, voyeurism, seduction, milfs…. Read it at your own risk. Infinite stream, magical creatures, weak to strong… Suddenly a house wife woke up with a grasp and had a climax …. Ahaaaa…. She fell back and slowly came to her senses to realize that she is back at her old crammed house. “I did not die…. That is great.” She looked at the phone on the side and found that she returned just 6 days before the start of “Survival of Races”. “Today is the day I was trapped by my boss. Hehe I will steal everything he has and leave him a big debt in these two days. I will take my revenge on my drunkard husband, step son and my family that made my life miserable. This time I have to enjoy, instead of letting them enjoy me…” Wait the “Magic Milk” ability that I got in my past life followed me. My ring is not a hand ring but a clit ring holding the castle of desires with space. The survival system everyone got has received an extra patch from the will of lust turning it into a Perverted Survival System. Survival of races starts with everyone on earth sent to a huge planet with only a simple raft. I have got a new ability called the “Original Trajectory Memories” “First task: reach the nearby island before your life support raft was broken by the shark. Life support raft (200/200) Reward: entry into the survival world.” “Why are all my quests in the survival worlds appear so perverted. Not that I care if they are perverted.” The survival worlds can range from apocalypse, natural disaster, manmade disaster, zombie world, ghost world, demon invasion, beast invasion….

In the village, a legendary terror has long been whispered about in hushed tones. The Ghosted Beast, a monarch who was betrayed and killed, is said to roam the Whispering Woods, seeking justice and revenge. Emeka, a brave and curious young traveler, arrives in Akak and becomes fascinated with the legend of the Ghosted Beast. Despite the villagers' warnings, Emeka decides to venture into the Whispering Woods to uncover the truth behind the legend. As Emeka delves deeper into the woods, he encounters an eerie atmosphere, supernatural occurrences, and a mysterious inscription on a stone monument. The Ghosted Beast begins to stalk Emeka, and he must use his wits to escape the woods alive. With the help of a kindly old woman, Emeka begins to unravel the dark history behind the Ghosted Beast. But as he gets closer to the truth, he realizes that the legend is more complex and sinister than he ever imagined. _GENRE:_ Dark Fantasy, Horror, Suspense _TARGET AUDIENCE:_ Mature readers who enjoy dark fantasy, horror, and suspenseful storytelling.

When the Heaven Spirits descended, all that bore witness thought of it as a blessing. Only those that survived knew that it was a curse, shackles in place to monitor all beings within Heaven's Code, limits imposed to suppress all beings. Sheng Tian, who's talent transcends even that of the Absolute One, desires to break out of the confines of the Heavenly World and establish his own sanctuary. Will he fall facing the Guardians of the world? Will he stay true to his original intentions? Only time will tell. Operation Revision is underway! I will slowly but surely go back to my earlier chapters and revise them, using the experience I gained to patch up the holes. Any chapter that I have revised will be stated at the bottom in author's thoughts. Current progress: Chapters 1-10

“Call me wicked call me mad call me crazy but I don’t mind, you’re mine and I am not leaving you for anyone you just belong to me!! why do you look so frightened? don’t you know love is a beautiful thing? why can’t you accept the love I have for you? I know I am crazy but hush!!!! love I will love you like never known before”

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] He is her salvation. She, his demise. Yet, he refuses to let her go… Mineah, the youngest Princess of Ebodia, was cursed at birth to remain untainted and bring misfortune to those around her. This prophecy looms over her like a dark cloud, growing bigger every year it does not come to pass. She exists in hushed rumors as a pitiful figure - fragile, meek, unwanted. Underneath that mask is a strong and feisty vixen worthy of being a queen. And this would-be queen has set her eyes on breaking her curse, even if that means tricking the most cunning vampire ever born. Nikolai, though reclusive and enigmatic, is revered by the Kingdom of Valcrez as a wise and powerful ruler. Unbeknownst to his loyal subjects, his image of perfection is a web of lies that if exposed can send their kingdom and everything they hold dear crumbling beneath their feet. When these two find their paths crossed in a marriage alliance, the game of Crown's Seduction begins. But just who is the hunter and who is the prey? ******** Excerpt: “Why are you stripping naked in front of me?” she questioned with a frown, doing little to hide the irritation in her voice. Her goal was to capture only his heart, not his whole body! “Am I not allowed to have a bath with my wife?” he remarked with a cold tone. “I purposely asked for a big tub to just make sure that the two of us will fit in it together.” She sighed, not tearing her gaze away from him as she regained her composure. Seeing him smirk she forced herself to get comfortable as he spoke. “That’s more like it. You said it yourself that no one forced you into marrying me. Instead, you offered and volunteered yourself willingly for it, so I expect that you’ll be confident enough to share a bath with your husband,” Nikolai confidently stated. “After all, we’ll do more than this soon enough.” Shameless… Preventing herself from rolling her eyes, she managed to give him a smile as she said, “Don’t blame me if you die on me then.” **** Note: Volume 1: Main Story Status - Completed (Chapters 1 to 403) Volume 2: Side Story Status - Completed (Chapters 404 to 472) Volume 3: Side Story Status - **** PS: Commissioned Book Cover owned by the Author! Do not use it!

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In the sprawling city of Cyrathis, the sky is a hazy violet, an eternal shroud that has hidden the stars for centuries. Stories of the "Forgotten Sky" are whispered in hushed tones—a time when the heavens were clear and full of light. Most dismiss it as a myth, but to Kael, a young orphan with strange dreams of a star-filled night, it feels like a memory. When an ancient artifact surfaces, its power disrupts the delicate balance of the world. Kael, along with an enigmatic scholar and a rogue skyship pilot, is thrust into a journey to uncover the truth of the Forgotten Sky. But as secrets unravel, Kael discovers his role in a prophecy that could either restore the skies or doom the world. Beneath the layers of forgotten history lies a chilling truth: the sky wasn’t taken—it was locked away to protect humanity from what lies beyond.

Hi, Please this book would be deleted and reuploaded later next year. I want to focus on my other book, "The Alpha's Twins Have Different Fathers" first. Thank You. ********* Darragh Gallagher, the first son of the president, has heard a number of hush-hush rumours about his wife, so he disguised himself as a substitute bodyguard to see what he could find out, only for the dumb younger sister to lay a false claim on him as the one responsible for her pregnancy, making him lose his job on the first day. But what happens when both he and his mother could hear the girl's thoughts and both of them end up doing everything that she wanted? What happens then when they find out the truth about the real father of her babies through her thoughts? What are they going to do then? Just what are the odds? *************************** Kenia's mother-in-law threatened to bring another wife for her son because she has been unable to give her a grandchild. After several trying but still failing to conceive for her husband of three years, Kenia tricked her teenage sister into becoming a surrogate mother for her husband in secret. But after she too became pregnant weeks later, she decided to get rid of her sister and the bastard in her womb altogether. * 1524 In an attempt to help her sister, Catriona Byrne became the catalyst that sent her to an early death.  At the gallows for her own dismemberment after avenging her, Catriona smiled as she happily awaited the swift death.  But being reincarnated into the pregnant body of her sister in a new world was something that Cat could never imagine. So, not wanting to face the same fate as the host body, she decided to find a new father for her baby. And that was why she pointed to her father's new bodyguard as the one responsible for her pregnancy. ******************** Note: This author would not give warnings for any scene in the book. So please make sure that you're in the right frame of mind before you start reading.  Thank you and sorry in advance.

He then moved his hands beneath my dress and ripped it apart. I gasped. ''.....You are perfect....'' He whispered, hoarse, unclear. ''Damian'' I hushed. I leaned in closer, deeper into his chest. He stood still behind me caressing the heat on my skin. Fingers grazing my bare stomach, up the ample of my breasts. Circling seductively around them, rubbing slowly on the hardened tips............ ''I'm going to make you scream tonight...'' #### Sky thought she had a perfect life until one night when her innocence was ripped away by someone she trusted the most. The table turned and her life became Darker Than Black!

WARNING: R18+ Alpha Vesper: "Deal?!" Alpha Vesper proposed. "Deal!' Elara accepted relief washed over her face and gratitude in her eyes. "You will be a slave to no other one but me, you will serve and listen to only me, and henceforth you are mine…only!" his voice hushed out darkly upon her face. Even though his words had a heavy impact on her, she smiled and nodded. "Yes… I will be yours..." Alpha Harlan: "You are mine! You are not a slave to anyone... not even to me!" He declared, already up from the bed. His anger surfaced and his impulse was diving heavily like a beast that was just unbridled from its cage. Elara was not concerned by his action, she lashed out, "I would rather be a slave to him than be your mate!" Her words hit him like a heavy weight hitting an ice lake, it cracked and shattered his heart into a million pieces. "You are mine, Elara!" darkly and steadily he affirmed to her, "There is nothing you can do!" Alpha Zephyr: Inched from her face, he burrowed his gray eyes into her hazel eyes, her thoughts became visible to him. His hand caressed her hair down and stopped by her lips. "You might be my brother's Luna and the other one's slave, but to me, you are someone I will devour first." • • • Caught in between hatred, lust, and love! ___________________ A once Princess, sold as a slave, caught between Triplet Alpas who in turn become her haven, heaven, and also her hell! . . . Tormented by her uncle and betrayed by her brother, Elara, the Third-generation Wolf Princess of King Draven, the Alpha King of Romic Moon Pack, whose kingdom was ambushed and destroyed by his brother, Gathrick. Elara, having an inner wolf with two different colored eyes without a shifting ability, was assumed to be cursed. Right from the death of her parents, Elara was enslaved by her brother and uncle, tortured, tormented, and haunted until she was sold out of her Pack to the most powerful Pack. Elara with the mind of vengeance was caught between two out of the rogue triplet Alphas who couldn't accept a slave as their mate but rather claimed her as their throne's pet. Trapped in the domain of her mates, would Elara ever seek revenge and rise through the dust?

Read about Jak and Deama as they wake up after their age is long past. "After being turned into stone by the demon lord Jak wakes up feeling like he could pass out at any second "I've been weak before but this is truly shit." he thinks as his vision starts to clear from patches of white. looking at around he finds himself in a courtyard, one that looks very well constructed or at least what was. "okay Jak think logically. I was fighting the demon lord saw a flasher of light and now I'm here feeling weak." As he walks forward hobbling with each step taking in that his earlier observation of the courtyard being well bad proven false as he sees broken piecses of a brick ceiling in the floor. some worn brick walls falling apart. A mount of plants and moss that hasn't been trimmed. "okay so maybe not a courtyard..and I'm clearly not in the same place as I was. hhhmmm, I was probably teleported or something. tha doesn't expain why my armor is more damaged." he thinks as he looks down at his body for the first time since waking up...."What the fu-" Now read the shitty book -Terrible writer dude

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

Ha-rin always thought her programming skills would be her greatest asset—until she woke up in the body of Adira, a nameless extra in a world gone awry. A robotic voice informs her that she’s been pulled into an abandoned novel, one where the characters have deviated wildly from their original roles. Her mission? To guide them back to their destined paths and prevent the collapse of the world. There’s just one problem: the male leads seem far more interested in Adira than the story’s original heroine, Brielle—a girl manipulated into "evil" by forces beyond her control. As Adira navigates this glitching world, she becomes entangled with three enigmatic male leads. Asher Calloway, the charming knight who hides a keen intellect behind his playful smile. Riven Blackwood, the brooding protector with a tragic past and a sharp wit. Cael Viridian, the fiery warrior whose reckless passion hides a surprising vulnerability. With each chapter, Adira uncovers layers of deceit, discovers the truth behind Brielle's innocence, and grapples with the affections of the male leads—all while racing against the clock to restore order to this fractured reality. But as her bond with Asher deepens, she begins to wonder: if rewriting their destinies means sacrificing her own, is she willing to debug her heart to save the world? In a world where love and loyalty clash with fate, Adira must decide: will she follow the script or write her own ending?

What makes a villain? Is it a tragic past? No! It's a past full of tragedy. He became something that people fear, someone used to hush the crying kids at home. Explore the mind of the Grim Reaper. For those who have not read DEUS EX MACHINA book 1 fear not, you can read Book 0 first, there won't be any contradictions in the order and plot you choose to follow. So read any that you fancy first . . .

In her past life, she was betrayed, and the pain still lingered. Yet, when she got a chance for redemption, she took it, despite her fear. Her sole goal was to ensure that she didn't suffer hell again. But fate had other plans. When she met him, she discovered that his home was hell. Lucian Kenz was charming, captivating, and everything that could capture her heart. "Hey, honey, you're not leaving tonight. Stay with me," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he gazed at me with piercing eyes. "But that's against the rules," I replied, trying to sound firm despite the tremble in my voice. Lucian chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I will break any rules for you, baby," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. He held my chin, his fingers sending sparks of electricity through my skin, and kissed me. At first, it was just a kiss. But then I felt his tongue send something cold into mine. I pulled away, shocked and disoriented, and spat into my hand. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at Lucian. "You...," I began, my voice trembling with fear and revulsion. But before I could finish, Lucian shushed me. "Hush, darling," he smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

In a world suffocating beneath the weight of unbridled savagery, where corruption festers in every vein of power, a solitary man emerges as both zealot and executioner. Devoted to his fractured creed, he wields violence as a purifying force, severing the strong from their thrones and drenching the earth in sanguine retribution. Yet, as his righteous carnage carves rivers through a decaying civilization, the forsaken—the fragile, the overlooked—stir within the hushed catacombs of forgotten graves, their feeble resolve kindling into a fragile yet unrelenting tempest. Beneath the ominous gaze of a blood moon, whose light stains the heavens in scarlet despair, the weak rise with trembling hands, daring to defy the dominion of the mighty. In this cursed hour, as dawn cowers behind veils of crimson, the world teeters between obliteration and rebirth, its fate forged in the bloodied struggle of the powerless to claim what the strong have stolen.

"Hush, don't make a sound," her voice cracked. "You can do this for Mommy, right?" Cara nodded her little head. She knew it was what her mother needed from her, even though she didn't understand why. Her mother kissed her on the chick, and then quickly pushed her into the vent. Liquid metal materialized from her hand and sealed the vent, making it look like it couldn't be opened. That was the last memory she had of her mother. True to her words, she never uttered a single word in the presence of anyone. She couldn't protect her family then, but she promised to get stronger and avenge them. Until then, she would be silent plotting the demise of all those who hurt the ones she loved.

In the confines of a tiny 0.75-gallon terrarium, a fragile and vibrant ecosystem unfolds. Beneath the cover of bark and the shade of a fading clover plant, Mossback, a newly hatched isopod, embarks on a life of survival, exploration, and quiet resilience. From his first tentative steps in the moss patch to his encounters with dominant rivals, fleeting alliances, and the ever-busy springtails, Mossback navigates a world where every droplet of water and every shred of decaying plant matter is a lifeline. Over time, he learns that life within the terrarium is as beautiful as it is unforgiving—a delicate balance of growth and decay, survival and loss. As the terrarium changes, Mossback grows older, witnessing the slow decline of the ecosystem’s most powerful inhabitants and the rise of new life from the remnants of the old. Through his journey, the story reflects on the fleeting nature of existence and the cyclical patterns of life, reminding us that even in the smallest, most overlooked corners of the world, the same struggles and triumphs echo. "A Fragile World" is a poignant and scientifically grounded narrative that captures the beauty and impermanence of life, exploring themes of survival, mortality, and the interconnectedness of all living things. It is a story that will leave readers marveling at the complexity of even the tiniest ecosystems and pondering their own place in the grander scheme of life.

Fog, an everyday school student, is a loner. However, due to a school project involving Nuclear Reactions, he gets to partner up with the most popular girl in his grade, Lila Hush. Disclaimer: I do not have a cover artist, nor do I want to plagerize images off of the internet. If having no story cover affects everything too much, I will get a temporary one. That’s all, thank you in advance for reading.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Penny is an excitable five year old on a trip to a beautiful forest cabin with her family. She stumbles across a field of flowers in the forest and sees a black rabbit with white patches of fur. All is as should be...or is it?

She was everything I'd ever dreamed of in a woman - charming, sweet, and utterly mysterious. We spent hours talking, her laughter like wind chimes in the breeze, her intellect sharp and insightful. I was captivated, falling deeper into the abyss of her charm with every passing moment. But as the days turned into weeks, a subtle shift occurred. Her gaze, once warm and inviting, began to flicker with a chilling intensity. Her laughter, once light and carefree, grew tinged with a darker undercurrent. Whispers followed her, hushed and secretive, speaking of a power she held and a lineage she concealed. One moonlit night, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, she confessed her true identity. She was the Demon Princess, a being of ancient magic and forbidden power. My heart, once filled with love, is now pounded with a mixture of fear and fascination. The woman who had stolen my heart was also a creature of legend, a being of darkness and light, a contradiction that both terrified and enthralled me. This was no ordinary love story; it was a tale of forbidden desires and impossible choices, a journey into the depths of a love that defied all boundaries.

NOTE: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SOME VIOLENCE AND MATURED CONTENTS. what do I do ! I can't just leave! am carrying his child! Emily pounderd on weather what she was doing was the right thing, at first it was a simple one night stand, but now there were married and expecting a child, but he already had a child for another woman. I don't like her, Lisa only like mommy Emily, the little girl cried, as Emily told her she would be leaving the house. Lisa was the first child of" Martin Michelson", an handsome billionaire she had slept with in other to get pregnant, but not to trap him or something, she just wanted a child and she felt Maybe his genes were good. and now that story has turned to this, " Emily Santiago, daughter of a wealthy actress, who intentionally tricked and got pregnant for Mr Martin Michelson, how wants to take over the property. and the worst part was that Martin din't even believe her. to him she was just a bitch he had a one night stand with. four years later he had a change of heart and desperately wanted her back, but she was no long the Emily he once knew. his family hated him for what he did to Emily, his first daughter, " Lisa ", hated him most, and all he wanted to do was patch things up. but how do you find someone who doesn't want to be found!

‘‘What in God’s name is happening’’ Martha asked as she properly wore Marcus’ jacket and rolled the sleeve till it was her arm’s length. ‘The thing I have been shielding everyone from’ I answered running a hand through my hair. ‘’And what is that?’’ she asked pulling off her shoes. ‘Nothing you need to know about Milky way’ I said to her. ‘’You did not just mean that! I almost just got hit right now Sir and you are still telling me I need not know?’’ she asked in a slightly elevated hushed tone. ‘I’ll explain it all to you but do you see that car over there’ I asked pointing towards my car and she nodded. ‘I am going to cover you and I want you to run as hard as you can. Do you hear me?’ I asked looking at her directly. ‘’You might not know this but I am a level four combatant now but my dad put a pause to my trainings because of my studies so the least I can do is run’’ she said with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘I know everything about you L4 combatant. On my count of three, you run’ I said as I pulled out an Akdal Ghost TR01 pistol from the back of my pants. ‘One Two…’ I started but she cut me off, ‘’don’t get hit Milky Way’’ she said and I chortled lightly, surprised that she was still worrying about me even though I put her in harm’s way only a couple of seconds ago and at the nickname she just reciprocated in calling me. ‘I’ll try. Three!’ I said and she started running while I side ran with her shooting at the direction the bullet came from the other time. Because I was running, the bullets fired back did not touch me at first but before I got to my car, I was shot in my arm. I opened the door of the car to get in and was expecting Martha to do same but that was when I turned back and saw it. Martha did not make it to the car, she was sprawled on the floor, in her red dress, with her blood flowing from her side.