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The Quiet Storm:Stillness Kills

“You want strength? Real strength? Then sit down. Shut up. And don’t move.” In a world where the strongest fighters can shatter mountains, level cities, and destroy nations with a single blow, one title stands above all: Martial God. The pinnacle of human evolution—monsters in human form who can bend reality with fists, live for centuries, and change the fate of entire continents. And that’s exactly what Alexander is going to become. He’s not a chosen one. He’s not reincarnated, system-powered, or blessed by the heavens. He has nothing except raw, monstrous talent, an unyielding will, and the kind of hunger that burns until it devours everything in its path. He wants the strongest training possible—the kind that breaks bodies, minds, and spirits—and he finds it in the last place anyone would expect: A crumbling, half-forgotten dojo run by a bitter old man who claims to have created the ultimate martial art. The world laughs at it. They call it a joke. He calls it Beyonider. The first lesson? No flashy moves. No sparring partners. No shortcuts. Just silence. Stillness. Suffering. Training so brutal, so strange, that real fighters quit on the first day. But Alexander doesn’t quit. He endures. He adapts. He evolves. And what begins as motionless meditation becomes something monstrous. His reflexes stop being human. His body strikes before the enemy even moves. His mind turns stillness into deadly precision, chaos into control, and weakness into power beyond reason. And this? This is only the beginning. His path ends at the throne of the Martial Gods—or in the graveyard of the countless who failed. Stillness kills. And Alexander’s going to prove it to the world.
Ishowvoice · 1K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 599 Views

-Behind Closed Doors-

For all those who've been going down a dark path- it's never too late to turn around. Drugs. Heartbreak. Silence. He was seventeen and already done with life. He didn’t want to die. He just wanted the pain to end. She left him. The only light in his life had left him. And she wasn’t the first. Because everyone abandoned Adam. He was never enough. But Logan, the school’s party guy, seemed to have taken a liking to this loner. He teaches him how to numb the pain. But the drugs never drowned everything out. Adam’s life keeps spiraling further. Pressure keeps building around him. His coping mechanisms only throw him deeper into the darkness. Will Adam escape the spiral he was thrown into, or will his momentum keep up until he’s in grave? This Webnovel explores themes of suicide, depression, the consequences of drug use, the fragility of mental health, the stigma surrounding emotional vulnerability, toxic masculinity, isolation, miscommunication, bullying and it’s consequences, cycles of neglect, the ignoring of minor’s mental issues, the unknown effects of words and actions on others, and the duality of addiction. !Trigger Warning! You might think that just because I- the author of this book- am thirteen years old, this book will be safe, soft, and mostly child friendly. It is not. Be warned before you delve into Adam Carter's seriously messed up mind; this book is not made for the faint of heart.  It deals with themes of depression, suicide, and bullying. There are many scenes where characters are doing a plethora of different illegal drugs. Underage characters drink alcohol. Be prepared for some fighting, descriptions of sometimes brutal injuries, themes of self harm, suicidal ideation, emotional and physical neglect, swearing, and trauma. This book is not written to glorify or encourage any of those things. This book is written to show what we often hide behind our closed doors, to raise awareness, and to show what NOT to do.  You have been warned. Those of you who are left, leave your world and enter a broken mind. 
AuthorMostafa · 5.2K Views

Storms Of Ataraxy

The world toiled thoughtlessly along its cyclically monotonous ways as it had for recorded history, when its efforts and advancements one day met the requisites for integration with the multiverse, opening the door for them and all their new planetary neighbors to the reality hidden behind their own. Tom was no exception to the habitually uniform nature of the world and it’s inhabitants before their integration, apart from an eager infatuation for martial arts and meditation. He finds himself forced into a qualification tournament of the most naturally gifted human beings deemed by the ubiquitous 'System' for all of the multiverse to see, in hopes to impress one of the plethora of Gods that control the hierarchy of the multiverse. After reaching the top 10 in a Tournament of his planets most gifted warriors, Tom was selected as the Chosen of one the most feared and revered God's in the multiverse. Tom and his friends are then thrusted back onto their planet, undergoing a global Tutorial introducing beasts and humans alike to the many laws of the multiverse. There they are tasked with nurturing a budding faction stemming from a humble beach settlement. They, along with allies accrued throughout their adventures must navigate their magically malicious new world and its many diverse biomes and creatures, as well as their power hungry fellow man if they hope to enact a stable global faction before the end of their planets Tutorial. Schedule: TBD Author Note: This is a Progression LitRPG, and my very first novel. I'm rather ahead in chapters on other platforms, which are available on Patreon both for free & paid options. Any and all feedback is highly encouraged!
Galend · 63.5K Views

His favorite storm

“A woman chasing freedom. A man hiding pain. When fate binds them, love becomes the most dangerous game.” --- She ran from a golden cage. He ruled a kingdom built on shadows. One race. One spark. Everything changed. Ava Sinclair was born into power - but never wanted it. Raised in a world of cold smiles and gleaming emptiness, she longed not for diamonds, but for love - the kind her father had for her mother. To escape the suffocating luxury and hollow expectations of her elite life, Ava makes a secret bet with her brother: one year to live like a normal woman, no wealth, no title - just raw, unfiltered freedom. But love, it seems, was never meant for someone like her. Betrayed for not being "rich enough," she buries her heart beneath work, petals, and solitude… until one night at a street race, fate throws her into the path of a man more dangerous than any heartbreak. Dominic Vale is a billionaire whispered about with awe and fear. Calculated, cold, and commanding, he lives in the shadows of a tragic past and a silent war for answers about his brother’s disappearance. But the woman he meets that night? She doesn’t cower. She challenges. She stirs emotions he thought he had buried forever. A series of magnetic encounters turns into a game of tension, vulnerability, and passion. But just when things begin to burn, Ava vanishes without a word, leaving Dominic torn between fury and longing. A year later, fate plays its final card. Bound by an arranged marriage she didn’t agree to, Ava chooses to follow her parents’ wish but refuses to even look at the man’s photo. She doesn’t want to know until they meet. And when the day comes, she walks into the room... Only to see the man she once ran from __sitting across from her, composed and smirking. He leans forward across the table, his voice like silk over fire. "You shouldn't have run away." --- "page cover isn't mine guys"
_sttar04 · 22.7K Views
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