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Fiction Weaver

Jason Carter always believed he was destined for mediocrity. His death was as unremarkable as his life—a freak accident that left no mark behind. But death is only the beginning. Jason awakens in a futuristic universe brimming with colossal megacities, interstellar travel, and worlds dominated by beings with superpowers, or Aspects. From the fiery strength of Solar Titans to the mind-bending abilities of Cerebrants, every individual is born with an Aspect—a manifestation of their core essence. In this world, power determines your worth. The weak are crushed. The strong rise to rule. Jason soon discovers that he, too, has an Aspect. But it’s not what anyone expects. Unlike most, Jason’s ability defies logic and categorization. It allows him to mimic and evolve the powers of beings he knew were fictional. Thrust into the harsh arena of survival, where warlords, bounty hunters, and galactic tyrants vie for supremacy, Jason quickly realizes that knowledge is power, and power is survival. As he carves a name for himself, Jason begins to uncover chilling truths about the origin of the Aspects and the universe itself. Each power has a price and the collectors were watching, waiting. With the fate of countless worlds hanging in the balance, Jason must rise beyond his limits and become something far more than a man with a stolen power. He must become the Ascendant, a force strong enough to challenge gods themselves. But in a universe built on power, Jason knows one truth above all: "Adapt. Survive. Conquer."
Charlie_Sowern · 1.4K Views

Young hearts

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard against my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quite small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na
Genika3na2 · 79.4K Views

God Of Fiction: The Faceless One

Gray World is dominated by the will of Gods and thrives under the control of iron gears and steam. It is a place where faith is not a passive devotion but a currency—traded, bought, and sold by churches that wield their gods' influence as weapons. It is a place where value is absolute, value is everything, shaping every belief and controlling every life. Run by ironclad reign of Church of Steel, every life here reeks of smoke and decay, while the Church of Sacrifice whispers promises of salvation through pain and sacrifice. Yet, amidst this ever existing Gods of sacrifice, iron, and decay, a new God descends—one who was once known as The Faceless One, God of Confusion, Keeper of secrets, Messiah of messengers by en masse: the God of Fiction. God of Fiction, Ashur, reincarnates after dying by the wiles of God of Sacrifice and others. Unlike other gods, Ashur, does not demand worship through suffering or material devotion. Instead, he brings something far more dangerous: the ability to weave fantasies into existence, to blur the line between fiction and reality. "Is fiction not a truth waiting to be realized?" Whispers spread among the people—rumors of a church that doesn't preach, of a god who offers not suffering but something far more seductive: choice. They speak of dreams too vivid to be mere illusions and realities that seem to bend to their imaginations. What is fiction, if not another form of reality? When the masses begin to believe, does belief not shape the world itself? As his own proclamation goes— [To not exist does not mean one truly does not exist, for to be known is also a form of existence.] ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ [This book has been dropped] [If you want to read something after it, I would recommend, “Death Game: Beyond Reality“]
_Darker_Than_Black · 55K Views
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