Paroles Stitches

Wasters. The word spreads like wildfire across the frontier—whispered in saloons, cursed in cathedrals. Born of rogue science and stitched metal, they’re outlaws in the eyes of the Church and monsters in the eyes of the world. Levi Wilson didn’t choose this life. Once a streetwise mercenary, he was captured, experimented on, and turned into something he doesn’t understand. Augmented with prototype Vaporguard tech and left with scars he can’t outrun, Levi escapes into a land already teetering on the edge—where the Church tightens its grip, bounty hunters chase Wasters for coin, and the Old World’s empire watches the New with hungry eyes. Now hunted and alone, Levi must learn to survive—not just the bounty hunters and Inquisition on his trail, but the growing power inside him. What begins as a fight to stay alive will drag him into something far greater: a war for the soul of the frontier, and maybe the world beyond it.

Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new savior born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy. Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate. Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality. Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will. But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings? The answer is defiance!. A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms. But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant. This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe. It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.

Nicole is a girl of quiet contradictions, Soft yet dark, distant yet captivating. She hides behind coffee cups and lace dresses, carefully stitching together a life full of fragile secrets. Ryan wasn’t supposed to notice her. But he did. Now, he's drawn into a world where affection feels like a trap, trust is a gamble, and some truths are better left buried. Nicole wants to believe she can escape, but the past doesn’t loosen its grip so easily. Love, after all, isn’t always sweet. It’s something far more delicate, far more dangerous. Something Bittersweet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story contains mature themes including sexual themes, and trauma. It caters intense psychological and sexually suggestive situations that may not be suitable for readers under 18. Reader discretion is advised.

Marianne de Luca s'est mariée à l'Archiduc de l'Empire de Forchestier, en tant que sa seconde épouse. Dans l'avidité d'avoir son propre enfant avec son mari, elle haïssait Killian, l'héritier actuel et l'unique fils du Duc Cassius. Elle a fait de nombreuses tentatives pour le torturer et même conçu des stratagèmes pour le tuer. Elle est même devenue folle au point d'oublier le Duc, l'amour de sa vie. Adulte, la première chose que Killian a faite fut de tuer sa belle-mère maléfique. En mourant, elle réalisa ses fautes mais il était trop tard. "Si seulement je pouvais avoir une seconde chance, je serais une bonne mère pour lui", furent ses dernières paroles avant de mourir. Mais le lendemain matin, lorsqu'elle se réveilla, elle était de retour au moment où elle s'était mariée. Corrigerait-elle ses erreurs ou suivrait-elle le même destin une fois de plus. CE LIVRE EST LAURÉAT DU BRONZE DANS LE CADRE DU WPC#153, LE MONDE DES VILAINS. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- La couverture ne m'appartient pas. si le propriétaire le réclame, je peux la retirer

``` [Contenu Mature.] "Passé, présent, et à venir, je te désirerai toujours." _______ Adeline avait un plan pour obtenir sa liberté : Étape un : tuer le Roi. Étape deux : s'enfuir et vivre heureuse pour toujours. Est-ce que cela s'est passé ? Non. Le plan d'Adeline a été grossièrement interrompu par un étranger mystérieux, pourtant séduisant, qui lui a dérobé son arme à minuit. Elias Luxton était un Roi impitoyable réputé pour ses actes sans merci. C'était le monstre qui se tapissait dans l'ombre. Adeline Rose était une Princesse détrônée avec un passé sombre. Après l'assassinat de ses parents et un super volant son trône, elle s'enfuit dans l'Empire des Spectres et rencontre de façon inattendue Elias. Elias affirmait la connaître. Mais elle ne se souvenait pas de lui. Et Adeline ne voulait rien avoir à faire avec lui. Le problème ? Adeline était censée le tuer, mais lui, il veut l'épouser. Sera-t-elle capable de s'échapper des griffes de ce Roi sans scrupules ? Ou devra-t-elle affronter les démons de son passé, toute seule ? _______ [AVERTISSEMENT : IL Y A DU CONTENU MATURE DANS CETTE HISTOIRE] Extrait : "Maintenant, enlève-le." Elle le regarda, les yeux écarquillés, étonnée par ses paroles. "Comment ?" murmura-t-elle, se demandant si ses oreilles l'avaient trahie. "Ma chemise," il fit remarquer, son regard brûlant se posant sur elle. "Mais pourquoi ?" demanda-t-elle. "Pour que la prochaine fois que je la porte, je sois envahi par les flashbacks de toi que je dévore." _______ Éditeurs : okatuvslife & Skale93 Ce livre est disponible exclusivement sur webnovel.com. Merci de ne pas le poster ailleurs. ```

# COURSE APRÈS L'ÉPOUSE Su Wan avait aimé Jing Chen pendant dix ans, et elle avait été mariée à lui pendant deux ans. Jing Chen avait toujours été le mari, que ce soit en privé ou en public. Il se souvenait de leur anniversaire et préparait des cadeaux pour elle à chaque occasion spéciale. Elle était la prunelle de ses yeux, et il la traitait comme un trésor précieux. Il aimait son corps au point qu'on pourrait dire qu'il en était obsédé. Cependant, seule Su Wan savait que Jing Chen jouait le rôle du mari parfait parce qu'il était un homme de parole. Elle n'oublierait jamais ce qu'il lui avait dit lorsqu'ils se sont mariés, "Je peux t'épouser, mais j'ai déjà quelqu'un que j'aime. Notre mariage durera trois ans. Trois ans plus tard, c'est toi qui proposeras le divorce à Grand-père." Donc, pour leur deuxième anniversaire, lorsque Jing Chen sortit les papiers du divorce et les mit devant elle, Su Wan ne fut pas surprise. Elle cacha secrètement son test de grossesse. "Bien que ce ne soit pas encore trois ans comme promis, Bai Lian est de retour. Je peux me rattraper auprès de toi," dit Jing Chen. Su Wan acquiesça calmement, "D'accord." "Tu seras celle qui demandera le divorce à Grand-père. Dis-lui que tu as déjà quelqu'un que tu aimes. Même si Grand-père ne veut pas être d'accord, il ne te rejettera pas," dit Jing Chen. Su Wan hocha la tête, "Compris, mais... est-il nécessaire de divorcer ? Et si je disais que nous avons un bébé ?" Jing Chen répondit, "Su Wan, il n'y a pas de si dans mon monde. J'ai toujours pris des mesures contraceptives. Même s'il y a vraiment un accident, je m'assurerai qu'il disparaisse. Je ne laisserai pas ce risque derrière moi." Le jour de son mariage, le bébé de Su Wan est né prématurément. Su Wan a été impliquée dans un accident de voiture, et la scène était remplie de sang. Allongée dans une mare de sang, Su Wan tenait son ventre fermement, désespérée de le protéger. Plus tard, il y eu des rumeurs disant que Jing Chen avait abandonné sa mariée ce jour-là. Il tenait le corps froid de son ex-femme pendant une semaine entière, ne permettant pas qu'il soit enterré. Jing Chen avait perdu la raison. Jusqu'au jour où, un jour, Su Wan passa à côté de lui avec deux adorables bébés...

Picture a design studio covered in organic cotton sample books, mood boards plastered with "Save the Planet" Post-it notes, and me, a cynical idealist in hemp onesies wailing into a roll of recycled polyester. My life's savings, $590,000 in Bitcoin to launch an eco-friendly apparel company ("Thread Light: Wear Your Conscience"), had been taken by a "green grant" scam as slick as a polyester jumpsuit. The con man's website? An eco-theater piece of art: solar-powered server badges, environmentally friendly marketing, and a PDF application that probably cost a rainforest in bytes. I clicked on "submit," and faster than you can say "fast fashion," my crypto was gone. In the midst of rants about compostable glitter, a user named Crypto Eco posted: Cyber Constable Intelligence. They'll upcycle your crypto from the trash fire. "I messaged them, half-expecting a bot peddling NFT tree-planting scams. Instead, a human named Lila replied:* "We've seen this grift before. They're laundering through fake eco-charities. Send us the transaction hash. Cyber Constable Intelligence's team ripped the fraud apart like seam rippers through a fake Gucci. The fraudsters had piped my money through a daisy chain of "green" mixers and shell charities, one of which was even "Save the Blockchain Whales" (their whitepaper cited "'marine biology experts'" who were actually AI-generated). Cyber's researchers tracked the Bitcoin to a Seychelles-based "eco-exchange" that washed cryptocurrency for scammers and sold carbon credits for imaginary forests. Cyber Constable Intelligence did more than recover my crypto; they recovered my faith in moral innovation. That $590,000 goes toward funding a factory powered by refurbished sewing machines and an employee-owned cooperative in Florida USA. My first drop drops next month: "Rewoven," which has QR code tags that track each piece's green story. (And yes, those tags are literally compostable.) If your cryptocurrency ever gets greenwashed into oblivion, skip the existential guilt cycle. Call the Cybers. They'll sort out the scam and stitch your future back together. Just filter your grants harder than your bamboo fiber suppliers. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp:+1 (2 5 2 ) 3 7 8 7 6 1 1 Website: www cyberconstableintelligence.com Telegram: @cyberconstable

"In the end, it's always about power." Tetsuya Hirano's words to Kaito Fujimoto after killing his father all those years ago. "It's okay to focus on yourself every once in a while." Those words were foggy. Who said them? Kyofu stares down a crossroads. To his left, a beautiful woman with dark blue hair. To his right, a man with stitches on his forehead smiling warmly. "I love you." Tetsuya Hirano's words to his son right before his death. ********************* This story is based off the Heian Era of Jujutsu Kaisen. You won't need to go and read/watch it, but I do suggest it. I plan on updating: Once or twice through Wednesday to Sunday After each volume there will be a one to two week break. (sorry but i can only be consistent for so long. bite me.)

INTRO “They say dreams are for those who dare to believe, and love is for those who dare to feel. But what if... you dared to have both?” Firdoze Shaik believed in dreams. Even when the world told her that a middle-class girl could never stand among the giants, she stitched her dreams together with passion, creativity, and endless determination. Fashion wasn’t just her talent; it was her voice. Her escape. Her promise to herself that one day, the world would know her name. And then there was him. Faiz Ibrahim. The genius. The billionaire. The man who had everything, yet nothing at all. Perfection wasn’t just in his mind—it was in his soul. But behind the suits, the fame, and the brilliance, was a man searching for something real. But even perfection needs an anchor. Enter Fiza Syed—the spirited model with a heart full of dreams, and Aryan Khan—the charming photographer who saw the world through his lens. Three childhood best friends, bound by laughter, secrets, and endless memories. Through every success, every failure, and every moment in between—they were always there. When their worlds collided with hers, it wasn’t just sparks. It was fire. Two hearts from different worlds. Two souls meant to meet. And three friends who would become the pillars of their journey. This isn’t just a story about dreams coming true. It’s about being you—even when the world tries to change you. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories begin when you decide to believe... in yourself. STAY TUNED FOR NEW UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY... ---

"True love is not measured by how easily we forgive, but by how deeply we understand what needs no forgiveness. It is not in what the eyes witness, but in the quiet ache the heart feels. It is not in hearing the words, but in grasping the silence in between. And love… it is not about how we let go it is about the strength it takes to hold on when everything else is breaking." But what happens when a boy, shattered by the weight of his past, crosses paths with a girl who carries the sun within her? Will her light be enough to stitch his broken pieces back together… or will the darkness in him slowly bleed into her, dimming everything she is? Is love truly strong enough to save them both… Or is it the very thing that will destroy them?

"Some connections are written long before two hearts ever meet." Arjun never believed in fate, just another lost soul buried in the noise of textbooks and deadlines. Ayesha was a quiet storm, hiding a fragile heart behind glowing smiles and disappearing messages. They were just two strangers, separated by borders, bound by pixels on a screen. But what starts as casual texts in the dead of night slowly turns into something neither of them can explain. A bond stitched through unseen heartbeats. A love whispered through endless silences. But every heartbeat carries secrets... and some secrets are too heavy to cross the distance. When time begins slipping through Ayesha's fingers, Arjun finds himself caught between holding on or letting go. Will their hearts find each other in the silence or will destiny write their last message before they ever meet?

“Inherit the relic. Rewrite the rules. Reign or be erased.” Once every century, the Archive awakens—a tower that pierces the sky, filled with shifting dungeons and forgotten relics left behind by ancient kings, tyrants, and warlords. These relics are not just weapons. They're legacies—powerful, sentient, and cursed by memory. To enter the Archive is to be chosen as a Writ-Bearer, someone capable of bonding with relics and wielding their power. For most, it's a path to fame, glory, and power. But for Kael Renn, a seventeen-year-old orphaned scribe from the outer slums, it's a death sentence. He was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, when a sealed relic buried in the tower’s forbidden floor calls to him—a relic known only as The Crown of the Nameless King—Kael becomes the first bearer of a Lost Writ that even the Archive itself cannot classify. Now hunted by relic guilds, kingspawn, and corrupted Writ-Bearers, Kael must survive deadly trials, manipulate ancient laws, and resist the growing voice of the relic within him. Because the Crown is remembering who it was. And it wants its throne back. MC: Kael Renn Age: 17 Background: Orphaned slum-born scribe, worked as a record keeper and relic cataloger in the outer zones. Never trained, never ranked. Visual Design: Hair: Ash-black, ragged at the ends, slightly covering his left eye Eyes: Pale gold—seem dull at first, but glow faintly when he invokes Writs Markings: Black ink-like veins spread from the back of his neck downward when relic power activates Clothing: Faded cloak stitched with old kingdom scripts, layered with relic sigils he draws himself Weapon: None at first—uses Writ-based combat, then later reforges an ancient relic blade with a forgotten command

Story following a 17 year old boy named kaito who lives in a city called sepheris, but in this world there are beings called stitches, who were once humans but now blood thirsting monsters ready to rampage. Until a group of people known as sewers take him in after a trauma inducing event, leaving him to a whole new look at everything ,he must overcome new challenges and discover new powers and what the world truly is, a new thread in life.

In a chamber where shadows dance with flame, there lies a book with no author's name bound in leather, stitched with time its pages pulse with tales unsaid.

Ivy Monroe never forgot the night her sister died or the man who walked out of the operating room without a second glance. Dr. Damian Lancaster, the billionaire heart surgeon with a reputation for being untouchable, saved countless lives, but not the one that mattered most to her. Now, years later, Ivy is no longer a grieving girl. She’s a medical intern determined to make a name for herself. But fate has a cruel sense of humor because her mentor, the man she’s supposed to learn from, is him. Damian doesn’t even recognize her. To him, she’s just another intern. But Ivy? She remembers everything. The coldness in his eyes. The way he moved on like her sister was just another statistic. She swore she’d never forgive him. But hatred is a dangerous thing. It burns hot, and when she’s forced to work closely with Damian, something shifts. The sharp words between them turn into late-night debates. The tension that should push them apart only pulls them closer. And the more she sees the man behind the mask, the more she starts to wonder… Was she wrong about him all along? Just when Ivy begins to unravel the truth, a ghost from Damian’s past resurfaces, his ex-wife, Vanessa. And she isn’t just back for revenge. She’s back to ruin him. Now, Ivy is caught in the middle. Does she walk away before history repeats itself? Or does she risk everything including her heart—for the one man she swore to hate?

### Enhanced Title: **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** ### Enhanced Summary: Arell Rose, a 17-year-old from the gritty streets of Southside Chicago, is no stranger to trouble. With a rap sheet longer than his high school transcript—petty theft, truancy, and a temper that’s landed him in more fistfights than he can count—he’s teetering on the edge of a life that promises either prison or an early grave. His single mother, a weary nurse working double shifts, has all but given up on him, and his peers see him as little more than a burnout with a sharp tongue and a chip on his shoulder. But beneath the bravado, Arell harbors a raw, untapped talent for words—lyrics that spill out in late-night freestyles under flickering streetlights, unheard by anyone but the stray dogs and the wind. One rainy night, after a botched attempt to jack a corner store for cash lands him battered and bleeding in an alley, Arell’s life takes an inexplicable turn. A strange, pulsating glow emanates from his cracked phone screen, and a voice—smooth, commanding, and oddly digital—introduces itself as the **RAPPER System**. It’s no app, no glitch; it’s a mysterious entity embedded in his reality, offering him a deal he can’t refuse: a shot at redemption, fame, and power, but only if he can conquer its trials and rise to become the greatest rapper alive. The system isn’t some fairy godmother—it’s a relentless taskmaster. It floods Arell’s mind with abilities he never dreamed of: razor-sharp lyric generation, perfect pitch recall, a photographic memory for beats, and even the power to sway crowds with his voice alone. But every gift comes with a catch. The system throws challenges at him like a gauntlet—freestyle battles against ruthless street MCs, cryptic riddles that unlock new skills, and grueling physical trials to sharpen his stage presence. Fail, and the system’s punishments are brutal: migraines that feel like his skull’s splitting, temporary muteness, or the erasure of a hard-earned ability. Arell’s journey is no straight shot to stardom. He’s got to dodge the ghosts of his past—rival gang members who’d rather see him dead than spitting bars, a parole officer who smells trouble, and a childhood friend turned drug dealer who tempts him back to the easy money. The system’s goals force him into the underground rap scene, where he clashes with seasoned vets who mock his youth and wildcards who’ll do anything to take him down. Along the way, he picks up an eclectic crew: a reclusive beatmaker with a dark secret, a fiercely loyal hype girl with dreams of her own, and a shady mentor who knows more about the system than he lets on. As Arell claws his way up, the stakes skyrocket. The system reveals its endgame: a nationwide rap tournament broadcast to millions, where the winner isn’t just crowned the best—they’re granted a mysterious “ultimate reward” that could rewrite Arell’s entire existence. But the closer he gets, the more he questions the system’s origins. Is it alien tech? A government experiment? Or something tied to the father he never knew, a shadowy figure his mom refuses to talk about? And what happens if he wins—or if he loses everything trying? **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** is a pulse-pounding urban odyssey of grit, rhythm, and self-discovery. Can Arell transform his pain into platinum tracks, outrap his demons, and seize a legacy that echoes beyond the block? Or will the system’s demands—and his own flaws—break him before he ever holds the mic as a legend?

I had spent $410,000 worth of Bitcoins for the sole cause of keeping alive the passion for the conservation of historical documents and valuable manuscripts rotting over the centuries. This was the work for the remainder of my lifetime, keeping history alive. But all this could have slipped by through one small error. I lost the seed word. It happened when the office where I work went through its routine sorting through the archives. I'd scrawled my seed word and stuck it somewhere amidst the notes, deeming this the safest possible location. But when the sections were shuffled for work being undertaken, the papers were shuffled around, re-piled, and some bitterly discarded. My seed word vanished into the mixture. WhatsApp info:+12723328343 When I learned about what had taken place, I felt sick. That the Bitcoin wasn't mere money; the destiny of our conservation campaign hung here. That the idea I'd risked everything for something like this being one misplaced detail weighed heavily upon me. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net For weeks, I combed through each and every doc, each and every directory. Nothing. I'd given up until one day when one of the office researchers, also one from the research side, heard about ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST when he was studying blockchains. Like a small beam of light. Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com I contacted their support, and from the very start, when the very first call went through, their attitude towards me was respectful and patient. They did not mock me for the mistake—instead, treated the situation like some historical riddle waiting for deciphering. They were prepared from their side with professionals for data recovery under complex circumstances. Even for the conservation of virtual resources like Bitcoin, they had professionals. They worked together with me, stitching together the fragments and morsels that even I hadn't known were worth anything. They were able to recover some of the data lost by using creative recovery procedures, showing the progress the field has made. Telegram info: http s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1 Within two weeks the wallet became recoverable. $410,000,all the money was recovered. I was shocked and over the hill. Beyond just recovering the investment, ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST also introduced me to some very valuable services, such as wallet security audit and long-term security plans for the digital assets, about which I hadn't even heard earlier. They not only saved my project, but also helped make me secure it even better for the future. Thanks to them, the future and the past is secure.

EVERY MAN HAS THEIR STITCHES AND BURNS Harlan Oxford Brandle was just a normal agent, but everything changes when he meets the mysterious Clair Delvey. See what made Harlan Brandle the agent he is. Series

EVERY MAN HAS THEIR STITCHES AND BURNS Harlan Oxford Brandle was just a normal agent, but everything changes when he meets the mysterious Clair Delvey. See what made Harlan Brandle the agent he is. BOOK 3 OF THE DIAMONDS AND BLOOD SAGA

In the year 2050, a new penal system has been implemented due to the rise of violence and crimes. The Tower of Sins is a monumental prison complex with seven heavily fortified floors. Each floor, themed after one of the seven deadly sins, presents grueling psychological, physical, and moral challenges tailored to the sins it represents. The prisoners must climb the tower to the top floor to have a parole and achieve freedom. Kyle de Guzman, a young man who took justice into his own hands after the brutal assault of his only sister, is convicted of murder and sentenced to the Tower of Sins. Adding to his torment, Kyle must climb the tower - to stay alive and see his sister again.

« Scandale, exil, de l'arrogance à la rédemption, d'un contrat à l'amour véritable, trahison et sacrifice ultime... Le destin d'Églantine, la rose d'Aragon, scellé par les paroles de la Sainte Amelia, se réalisera-t-il ? » Enft j'avais la flemme d'écrire cette Synopsis

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss. The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite! There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss. So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No? Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."

Kira grew up knowing that kindness could get you killed. Raised in the slums of a broken world, she survived by learning how to stitch wounds with shaky hands and barter medicine for scraps. But when the mutation wave swept through humanity, gifting some with godlike powers, Kira awakened the rarest ability of all—healing. Now, she’s the most valuable prize in a world ruled by violence and desperation. The government wants to lock her away, warlords want to claim her, and the desperate will do anything to possess her touch. But Kira isn’t some fragile flower to be plucked—she’s all thorns. On the run and fighting to stay free, Kira finds herself tangled with four dangerous men: • Cain, the stone-faced protector who kills without hesitation. • Ash, the wild rogue whose grin hides teeth sharper than any beast. • Lucian, the arrogant heir who believes everything—including Kira—has a price. • Alaric, the quiet outcast who sees the pain she hides beneath her fire. They all want something from her—protection, power, or maybe something more. But in this brutal world, desire can be as dangerous as a knife to the throat. And the only person Kira truly trusts… is herself. Because while her touch may heal, her heart is wrapped in thorns—and anyone who tries to claim her might just bleed for it.

Abel should have broken long ago. Trapped in a suffocating, lightless prison, time grinds against him like a dull blade. There were no answers, no way out, only the quiet torment of waiting. When desperation pushed him to consider death, the system was more than willing to oblige. The countdown had already begun before he begged it to stop. So he trains, fights, tears himself apart, and watches his body stitch itself back together, stronger each time.  The agony should have stopped him. Instead, it becomes his purpose. Over a year later, the system activates. Mocking achievements. Cryptic titles. And a simple, world-shattering message: [ Would You Like To Leave? ] The choice should be obvious. But after what Abel's become, after what Abel's done, what kind of world is waiting for him on the other side? Abel was never intended to be a monster. But, trapped in the dark, stripped of choices that didn't lead to death, and left with nothing but time, what else could he become?

Aelia avait été désignée pour être la compagne de Jason, l'alpha dominant, une union imposée par les anciens de leur meute. Depuis ce jour, elle s'était vue condamnée à une relation qui oscillait entre indifférence et mépris. Jason la considérait comme faible, une ombre dans son monde impitoyable où seul le pouvoir comptait. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que la vraie puissance d'Aelia était encore tapie, attendant le moment opportun pour se révéler. Pourtant, malgré le mépris qu'il affichait ostensiblement, Jason était obsédé par elle. Chaque mouvement, chaque parole d'Aelia semblait déclencher en lui une possessivité féroce. Une obsession qu'il refusait d'admettre, la confondant souvent avec son besoin de contrôle. Mais plus Aelia s'efforçait de rester invisible, plus la rage de Jason grandissait, alimentée par des sentiments qu'il ne parvenait à définir. Les choses prirent un tournant irréversible le jour où Bastien, un autre alpha, fit son entrée lors d'un événement officiel. Puissant et charismatique, il était tout ce que Jason n'était pas : bienveillant, respecté pour sa sagesse autant que pour sa force brute. Lorsque les yeux de Bastien se posèrent sur Aelia, une étincelle s'alluma. Pour la première fois, quelqu'un la voyait autrement que comme un simple pion. Le sourire qu'il lui offrit n'échappa pas à Jason, qui sentit une colère glaciale monter en lui. Ce n'était pas seulement de la jalousie - c'était une guerre qui venait de commencer. Une lutte de pouvoir, où les désirs se mêlaient à la domination, et où Aelia, malgré elle, devenait le centre d'une séduction enflammée entre deux alphas prêts à tout pour la posséder.

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

In the bustling, magical marketplace of Velanthra, Elara, a young woman marked by a mysterious silver sigil on her temple, searches for a rare shard of starlight. Her quest leads her to Kael, a enigmatic man with an otherworldly presence, who possesses the very shard she seeks. Their encounter is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a Harbinger, a chaotic creature that hunts those touched by fate. Kael reveals that Elara’s mark is not a curse but a key to a powerful destiny. He is a Fatebinder, a guardian of the threads that weave the fabric of reality, and he has been searching for her. As the Harbinger closes in, Kael and Elara are forced to flee, embarking on a perilous journey to unlock the secrets of her mark. Together, they navigate a world of ancient magic, hidden prophecies, and dangerous foes. Along the way, their bond deepens, blending romance with the urgency of their mission. Elara must learn to harness her latent powers, while Kael struggles with his own haunted past and the weight of his duty. As they uncover the truth about the silver sigil, they realize that Elara’s destiny is intertwined with the fate of their world. She must choose between saving it or risking its destruction. With the Harbinger and other dark forces relentlessly pursuing them, Elara and Kael face a race against time to fulfill their roles in the grand tapestry of fate.

Aether is a patchwork of realities, stitched together with the coarse threads of fate. The High Ones feast on floating islands, flouting the laws of gods and men. The Low Ones rot in the stench of the underbelly, dreaming of a breath of fresh air. Between them lie countless layers of existence, where magic intertwines with despair. Into this chaotic world steps the Unknown. His face is hidden beneath a cowl, and in his eyes burns the cold fire of the Abyss. He is no hero, no savior; he is a catalyst for change, ruthless and hypocritical. The Unknown seeks no followers; he is a solitary figure. He wanders Aether, sowing the seeds of knowledge, but not out of noble intent. His gift is a curse, a trial that breaks the weak and elevates the strong. He asks for no payment, but the price of his lessons is blood, sweat, and tears. He whispers the secrets of the universe into the ears of the outcast, but cares nothing for their fate. He is a spark that can ignite the flame of hope or burn everything to ashes. The story begins with Kael, a young thief from the underbelly who overhears the Unknown conversing with a spirit. Words laden with ancient magic and forbidden knowledge ignite within him a spark of ambition. He begins to stalk the Unknown, seeking to glean his secrets. But the Unknown is no teacher in the conventional sense. He does not give lessons; he creates situations in which his "students" are forced to learn to survive, adapt, and overcome. Kael becomes an unwitting witness to the Unknown's actions, seeing how his "gifts" alter the destinies of others, shattering the old order and giving rise to new chaos. He realizes that the Unknown does not strive for balance; he craves destruction, the rebirth of the world in the fires of the Abyss. And Kael, intoxicated by the power that newfound knowledge grants him, becomes a part of this chaos. Kael's path intersects with others who have also been "blessed" by the Unknown's touch. Some descend into madness, others become tyrants, and still others become martyrs. Each of them is a tool in the Unknown's hands, a pawn in his game with reality. And Kael must decide who he wants to be – a pawn or a player. "Coldfire" is a story about the price of knowledge, the dark side of power, and how even in the most ruthless chaos, there is a perverse beauty. It is a story not of heroes, but of survivors, not of salvation, but of transformation, not of light, but of the cold fire of the Abyss that consumes all in its path.

I'M BACK! Fang Muiren survive the apocalypse for 16 years and was planning to survive for more years, but for some reason he felt like living for 16 years is quite enough for a man like him. He could become a legend at this point for surviving that long while being blind. August 08, 2041 — on the way to 'pharmacy', Fang Muiren, one of the original members of Sursist Caravan, fought an entire horde alone, making his whole team escape and do their task, then die at the hand of the abhorrent. November 22, 2023 — a year before the apocalypse began and 15th month of pandemic. Fang Muiren woke up in a soft and scratchy object. He could vaguely guess it as a 'bed'. He place his hand at the bed and close his mind, thinking to scan the whole place. Did they save him? Did Emilito or Cassidy go back for him? Are they crazy? However, instead of shapes taking place and showing him where he is, all he could see is pitch black. His ability is not working. Instead of panicking, he started to feel the object and place he's in. He frowned. Indeed he's in a bed. There's a braille stitched to the upper side corner near a wooden object, it reads; Blue Comforter — Bed. Stupefied, he clumsily stood up and began to feel up everything. 'chair', 'window', 'pot', 'night table', 'lamp'... There's braille almost everywhere, as if this place was designed with his condition in his mind. Walking a little bit more, bumping things along the way, he reached something. "Closet...polo...tank..." God. What's happening? He knows where he is. He's in his room in their apartment. But, its impossible! the building was destroyed and turn to ash after an Abhorrent put it to fire. Is he in heaven? hell? "illusion?...no..." Fang Muiren, a man who rather face the cruel reality than fleet in a false dream world, for the First time wished that everything he's thinking is real. That this is reality, that he went back on time...not imagining or relieving his whole life. "Please be real...." • | • | Author: please come in, take a tour in this little world i am trying to create! *whisper: I hope i won't drop or delete this impulsively.* Author: enjoy! and pardon me for mistakes.... Release: Sporadic, but i hope will be continuous when school's over. COVER NOT MINE, CTTO

Lilith was the very definition of aristocratic perfection. From a young age, she shone as the brightest star in high society. Mastering exotic languages, stitching with meticulous precision, and gliding through ballrooms as if she were floating were as natural to her as breathing. Every smile was rehearsed, every word measured, and every movement designed to reinforce her image as the ideal future lady, and eventually, the perfect queen. It wasn’t just talent; it was discipline, effort, and, let’s be honest, a dangerously obsessive streak. Rumors in the upper echelons of society described her as a prodigy, though some also considered her a mirror so polished it reflected nothing genuine. Then, the accident happened. A slip of fate (or the rug, who knows) left her with nine years of meticulously crafted effort reduced to ashes. She woke up with no memories of her stellar track record or the rules that had made her an icon. Goodbye to perfectly synchronized dances; hello to clumsy attempts at remembering how to hold a teacup without looking like a peasant. Her parents, desperate to restore the lost glory, devised a rigorous regimen: in three years, Lilith must reclaim all her manners, skills, and knowledge to be ready as a queen candidate. What would normally take a decade, she has to achieve in record time. Lilith, who now can’t tell the salad fork from the dessert fork, faces an educational marathon that would make even the most dedicated tutor nervous. Will Lilith regain her throne as the perfect lady of society, or will her fall become eternal gossip among the tea party ladies? One thing is certain: perfection doesn’t include laughing at herself, and that might just be her greatest challenge.